Yvonne, that's my wife, and I had had a rare night out. We'd had dinner at a nice restaurant and then caught a movie in one of these new super-service theatres. I'd let Yvonne pick the film and had really expected it to be the sort of chick-flick that women like. I was quite surprised at what she chose to see. So, I think, was Yvonne. Not quite what she'd expected, I suspect, with some quite hot sex scenes. All in all, an enjoyable night. I expected the piece de resistance to take place after we got home
We got home around midnight. Michelle, our baby-sitter was sitting up watching TV. Yvonne and Michelle started chatting and we all finished up gravitating towards the kitchen and sitting down around the table for a cup of coffee.
I was relaxing sleepily, letting the two women talk and just listening. It was just force of habit I guess that started me stroking Yvonne's leg, sort of a little bit of early foreplay. I wasn't really surprised when she half-heartedly tried to push my hand away. I ignored that and just let my fingers run up and down her thigh.
Sliding my hand around her knee I slipped my hand between her legs and stroked along the inside of her thigh, moving slowly up towards her panties. She clamped her legs together and I had to withdraw my hand, but I ran it along her leg until I was softly rubbing her mons through her panties.
Now I know we had company, with Michelle there, but I was a little drowsy and probably not thinking too clearly. From her mons I pressed down slightly and waited, encouraging Yvonne to part her legs a little. She held firm for a minute or two and then shifted her seat slightly and my fingers dipped down, pressing against her soft lips through the flimsy panties. Wet and flimsy panties I noticed.
"Are you falling asleep there, Ron," Yvonne suddenly said, and I jerked fully awake and smiled at her.
"Of course not," I told her. "I was just listening to what you and Michelle were saying."
That's when it dawned on me that I may have made a slight mistake. Yvonne, my lovely wife, was sitting across the table from me. Michelle, our sweet and nubile young baby-sitter, was sitting next to me with a slight flush on her face.
And my hand resting on her pussy.
The devil made me do it. I joined in the conversation a bit more fully, discussing the film, but my hand stayed just where it was, playing and teasing.
The point came when Yvonne made a comment about the sex scenes in the film, wondering just how true to life they were.
"According to that film, half the women in it were prepared to just jump in bed with the first man who came along. A bit unreal, I thought."
"Now why would you say that?" I protested. "You know that women like sex just as much as men. It's just that they tend to hide it better. After all, you hear about men talking about their one-night stands, but for them to have a one-night stand there was a woman there who was also having a one-night stand."
"Maybe, but they were probably hoping for more," Yvonne claimed.
I shook my head.
"No. If the woman has decided she wants sex then she's not really going to worry about whether it's a one-night stand or a life-time commitment. Take Michelle here. How old are you, Michelle? Eighteen?"
"Nineteen," she mumbled.
"Now I don't suppose you're a virgin, are you?"
