"What do you think, Babe?"
I managed to type the last few sentences of my report and once I was satisfied with it, I hit SEND. Done. Finally, I looked up at Kaitlyn and was floored. The dress was stunning. She was stunning. I couldn't get over how the sleek, black dress looked on her and how it accentuated her smooth, creamy skin. She was a brunette, but the sunlight made it radiant, about as radiant as her sweet, brown eyes.
"What about me?"
I laughed as Logan sashayed into the room. She wore an equally hot number of a dress. Only hers was a greyish-silver color that easily accentuated her pale blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Of course, as they both began to model, they moved closer and closer till they were all but in each other's arms. Kaitlyn did that sexy number she used to do whenever we went dancing, which I have to say has been awhile, sadly enough. Kaitlyn twirled Logan and then pulled her in again. She held her close as they danced to the non-existent music. Her hands began to move across her body and Logan didn't fight her. She wanted it. She savored her touch. All the while, I was rock-hard watching them. I should have known that Kaitlyn had something up her sleeve when she brought Logan home after a long mourning of shopping. She never did that. Yes, Logan was always over. They'd been friends for most of their lives, certainly ever since high school back in their home town of Mobile, Alabama. Why wouldn't they? But they'd never modeled clothes that they'd bought, certainly not for me.
"What do you think of my girl here, Babe?" Kaitlyn asked in a tone that caught me unawares. It was smokey hot, which meant it was a tone she only reserved for talking dirty. But then there was the way she said whole 'my girl' thing. There was loaded intent in it. "She's hot and sexy, isn't she?"
"Of course..." I stumbled with my words. I almost dropped my laptop. They both laughed as I sat it aside, for it's sake. Those things were expensive. "She's always beautiful...I mean sexy...I mean..."
"You got him tongue-tied." Kaitlyn laughed as she pressed her hand between Logan's legs.
I was shocked, but Logan wasn't. She acted as if she expected it. I knew my wife could be a little daring at times, but this was pushing the envelope. Or was it? I remembered her telling me of how they'd make out early in their friendship, just to tease their then boyfriends. The way they were looking at each other now though...well the fire between them revealed that there was something else there, something deeper than mere friendship. No, Kaitlyn was telling me something. She was telling me without actually saying the words. She was letting her body, her hands, and her mouth tell me instead. I was nearly bursting out of my jeans as I watched my wife brazenly kiss Logan's face, her neck, her shoulders, and then her mouth.
"Are you hot now, Justin?" Logan asked as she broke Kaitlyn's grasp and turned to kiss her full on the mouth.
"I want to play a game today." Kaitlyn said as their mouths parted. "I want to play a game of three."
Shocked, all I could manage was, "Okay...?"
She smiled again as she spun Logan around. This time, she didn't pull her in for another round of erotic dancing. No, she slowly unzipped her dress, letting it slide loosely down her exquisite body. I followed its descent as it left delicate, smooth white skin to bath in the bright, midday sunlight. Her breasts were as I'd imagined them, small, teardrop in shape with perfectly, erect pink nipples. Her stomach was gorgeously taut, and her muscle tone was deliciously pronounced. Kaitlyn's hands moved so seductively over it, causing her to visibly tremble. The dress continued to fall away, revealing a soft, mound of blond hair, but darker, even as it glistened in the light. Her legs were long, like Kaitlyn's, and as the dress crumpled to the floor, only smooth, toned flesh greeted my eyes.
"Come here, Babe." Katilyn crooned and beckoned with offered hand.
