When we left the theater, the only thing I could think of was how turned on I was. And my last impression was the unknown woman who cleaned my tits, stomach, pussy and legs. But the kiss she planted on me left a lasting impression. Her lips were so soft, gentle and sensual, very unlike a man's kiss. I wanted to explore more and see what else was different.
A few weeks later, Mark came home from work and said, "Penny, you know how you've been curious about women since the theater?"
"Um, yeah, hard to forget. Why?"
"Well, do you remember Derek from work?"
"Sure. He's the kind of cute guy who's a few years older than we are right?"
"That's the guy. Well, he was the one who turned me on to the adult theater idea. And I talked with him on the sly about, maybe, you and his wife getting together."
"You did what!!!"
"Calm down, just listen to me. We were having a conversation a couple of days ago and I thanked him for the adult theater suggestion and told him what a turn on it was for both of us. He said that he and his wife had done it also early in their relationship and that because of that episode she had begun going down the bi-sexuality route. I told him that was hot, and he told me that she lets him watch sometimes.
Well, one thing led to another, and I said that you might be having feelings in that direction, you just didn't know how to explore them exactly. So, I asked him if he had any ideas and he told me he would think about it. Well, that was a few days ago. Today he got back to me with an idea, and I wanted to talk with you about it."
I looked at Mark with a mix of horror that he would share this without telling me, and absolute titillation in that I might get to experience another woman. "Alright, lay it on me."
"He wanted to know if we wanted to come over to their house and see what happens with you and his wife, Tracy. And maybe we can watch."
It didn't take me two seconds to say, "Yes, when?"
Mark smiled and replied, "This Saturday night." Two days away. I could wait that long, but I could already feel myself getting moist.
I don't think two days have ever passed soooooo slowly. My god, what was taking so long? Work was like 20 hours day, sleeping was 10 hours and it felt like a week passed before Saturday came around. "What should I wear Mark? Should I do my makeup up? How about my hair?"
"Hey, hey, relax. This is Derek and his wife not some fancy gathering. It's supposed to be a casual evening for you to try something new. Dress casual, maybe something that's easy to get off? But don't over think it."
"Okay, I can do that," I reached into my closet and pulled out a somewhat thin one-piece black dress. It clung to my curves in all the right places, didn't show off too much cleavage and was pretty elastic so it could be pulled off and down without any buttons or zippers to undue. "How about this Mark?"
"I thank that would be great!"
That part done, I decided to be a little naughty underneath and wore a sheer black bra and panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. If I got that far, I would go all the way. Time to go.
We arrived at their house at 6:30. It was a large two-story house tastefully done in a brick and wood style with a double-door entry and two sidelights. As we walked up, I saw shadows on the other side of the door and then it started to open. My breath caught in my throat as I was about to see a woman in a way, I had never seen one before, as an object of my sexual desire. The door opened and Tracy stood there and suddenly, I didn't want dinner, I wanted her.
She was maybe 24, fairly thin, with breasts that were larger than mine. She must have had F sized breasts. She was wearing a casual, but really nice, purple gown that hung to the floor. The most magnificent part was that it showed all her cleavage. It was open from her neck right to below her breasts and just covered her nipples and the outside of her breasts. She was gorgeous with deep brown eyes, brunette hair a pert nose and high cheekbones, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I stood there starring and then snapped out of it as I realized Tracy was saying, "Penny, are you okay?"
"Yes, oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I said embarrassed at how I daydreamed right in front of her.
"Sweety, it's okay, I wore this just so you would stare. Hi Mark, come on in." She reached forward and gave me a gentle hug, our breasts pressing against each other, and I felt my breath catch again. Then she turned and took my arm and we walked into the house with Mark following. "Derek, come meet Penny."
Derek walked in the room and said, "Hi Penny, nice to finally meet you. I've heard only great things from Mark." He reached out and gave me a hug. I did notice that his hands went around, not my back, but down to my ass and he pulled me close before letting go. I'm pretty sure I detected the beginnings of a bulge forming. "Come on in, please, dinner is ready."
He led us to the dining room table which was big enough to seat 10 but it was just us four and only one end of the table was set. There were some candles burning on the table and the chandelier was turned down low creating a quiet, romantic type of atmosphere. We sat around the table such that it was Derek, Tracy, me and then Mark. I'm pretty sure it was so Tracy and I could get close to each other and talk.
Mark and I took our seats and Derek and Tracy went to bring the food out. It wasn't anything complicated, but nicely presented. There were steamed carrots, chicken piccata on a bed of bow-tie pasta, mashed potatoes and sauteed spinach. "We have dessert to if you're still hungry afterwards."
"This looks lovely Tracy and Derek, thank you so much for having us."
She looked at me in a way that I can only describe as, coyly and said, "we haven't had you yet," and licked her lips. This was going to kill me. I needed to taste her lips, but I was going to have to wait.
The dinner conversation did not go exactly as I had expected, but I guess I didn't know what to expect because I just felt awkward the whole time. The conversation started off as small talk, about work, growing up, families and the like and then it turned to me. I was nearly done with dinner, well, we all were, and I had set my fork and knife down and wiped my lips with my napkin and put my hand back on the table. Tracy reached out and covered my hand with hers, gently. "Penny, what made you interested in exploring this side of your sexuality?"