I was working in the yard Sunday morning when Evan came over to chat. At first I was apprehensive, but the short discussion taught me three things. First, he wasn't surprised his wife managed to get the two of us naked. She'd apparently made some suggestions in the past that she wouldn't mind seeing me that way. Secondly, he was surprised that his wife sucked off Tom the way she did. That caught him as off guard as anything. Third was that he thought my wife's tits were fantastic looking and wouldn't mind seeing more of them, not just the little she let show past her hand. I really couldn't complain about him looking, considering I watched him finger fucking his wife right in front of all of us. Seeing my wife's bare boob while she was masturbating wasn't all that much of a flash in comparison.
I'd also seen Tom in passing twice that week, and both times he waved but otherwise avoided me. I wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed at his wife's, or his, behavior that night, or if he knew what I had accidently done and was upset about it. Either way I was a bit concerned.
Friday night came around again, as it always had to. It had been a whole week since last dance class and the surprising turn things had taken. Based on the once again new dress she had on, I was pretty sure my wife had discussed things with the other girls over the intervening week in a lot more detail than Evan and I had. Abby had apparently given her another short skirt to wear, this one slightly longer, made of some kind of fabric that was supposed to look like leather but wasn't, and a cream-colored blouse that was western cut but thin enough for me to make out my wife's bra through it. She looked killer good, and I told her so, getting both a smile and a kiss for my trouble. It was kind of nice having Abby and my wife so close in size. It was saving me a crap ton on clothing, since we had little western cut stuff, coming from the east coast, and Abby was having significant luck getting her to wear things that were a hell of a lot more sexy than anything she had in her closet anymore.
On the first trip to dance, Rachel and Evan offered to drive, preventing us from having to take a third car. As usual, Judy and I walked over to their house a few minutes before it was time to leave. "Come on in!" Rachel called when we knocked on the back door.
"Hey there!" I called as I opened the sliding screen door and stepped into the kitchen.
"We're almost ready!" she called over her shoulder as she headed down the hall toward their bedroom.
"Sounds good," my wife called back.
"Did you wear that outfit?"
"I did," she called back.
Rachel came back down the hallway in a very short, light-brown dress that had sleeves, but left her shoulders bare, and had a row of white decorative snaps running from the neck line all the way to the wide leather belt around her waist. It was opaque enough I couldn't see anything through it, but the way her small boobs were bouncing in it, I suspected she had forgone a bra. Not that I minded. If she wanted to go bra-less, I was just going to enjoy the view.
"Ready?" Tom called from the living room. "We don't wanna be late."
"I'm ready," Rachel called. She stepped over to my wife and lowered her voice, probably expecting me not to hear. "Did you wear those other things?"
I saw my wife look around and then nod. "Yeah."
Rachel grinned and then nodded. "Good. Don't forget the dare!"
I followed the girls to the garage and out the front to climb into their SUV. To my surprise, my wife didn't climb into the back where we usually sat, she climbed into the front passenger seat, Rachel ducking and climbing into the back seat. I shook my head slightly, wondering what the heck was up and climbed in after her. Evan backed out of the drive and took off for the twenty-minute drive across town to the country club where the dance lessons were.
"I owe you an apology," Rachel whispered, leaning over in her bucket seat toward me.
"For what?"
"Last week."
"Oh."
"I really wanted to get Abby back for something else that happened, and, well, your wife getting done to her that way, well, it seemed like a good way to kill two birds with one stone. I didn't expect things to get quite as out of hand as they did."
"They did get a little out of hand."
"For you guys. But to be honest, it was kinda exciting for me. I've never been that close to naked in front of people before and I was sooooo turned on."
"Why were you so turned on?" I asked back curiously.
She looked down at her lap and then back at my face. "After looking at your dick up there, I mean it wasn't a long look, but after looking at it, well, I was wishing it was me up there with you. It suddenly didn't seem all that much of a punishment for Abby. She was having way too much fun."
"Well, she did have fun."
She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know exactly what happened. Don't worry, Judy doesn't know and we won't tell her. But I know what happened and I have the video of it too."
I looked at her startled. "You do?"
"Uh huh. Not that I'd ever use it against you or anything, but I have to admit, I've come to it three times this week," she whispered so quietly that I could feel her breath in my ear.
"I see."
She took my hand and pulled it to her lap and then slid it down until my hand was on her bare thigh. She pulled my hand toward her, sliding my palm along her smooth skin and under the skirt. "This is my apology to you," she whispered.
"I hope you don't think I'm going to have sex with you," I whispered.
"I'm not asking for it. But you're free to look, or touch all you want." I shook my head as she pulled my hand up further, feeling the insides of her smooth thighs and then the heat of her completely bare pussy. "Don't worry. She gave me permission to do this," she whispered as she coaxed my fingers between her soft, flowery lips. I could feel her slick wetness as I let my fingers stroke over and then between her soft inner lips, the tip of my finger searching for and finding her hard clit. "Ohhhhhh fuck," she breathed, trying to stay quiet as I let three fingers stroke up and down her wetness, each one bouncing over her clit in turn. "Is that what you did to Abby?"
"Uh huh," I whispered back.
"You trying to make me come?" she breathed softly as she reached into my lap and began to stroke my dick through my jeans.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" I whispered softly, leaning my face almost against her ear to make sure my wife didn't hear me.
"Oh god, it is now," she breathed ever so quietly, moving her lips to my cheek and spreading her legs even further apart. She kissed my cheek and earlobe as I continued to stroke my fingers up and down her slit, feeling each finger rub along her pubic bone and then bounce, one, two, three, over her excited clit. Her husband drove on, apparently not noticing his wife in the bucket seat behind him, leaning against me with my hand between her thighs. She suddenly pushed away from me, twisted in her seat to put her back against the door and her knees toward me. She lifted her butt off the seat and pulled up her skirt to her waist, spread her legs wide apart so I could see her completely shaved pussy and mound. She pulled my hand back to her pussy, from where it was resting on her bare knee. I leaned closer to her and started to stroke her pussy again, this time pushing first one and then two fingers into her hot wet vagina.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lips to stay silent as I started to rub her clit with my thumb, two fingers moving inside her, curled up to find and rub that sensitive spot inside her. She tried to muffle her moans, but I would have been surprised if Evan hadn't heard them. He continued to drive, pointedly ignoring what was going on behind him. We were nearly there when she opened her eyes wide and closed one of her hands over her mouth. Her whole body started to tremble and shudder, and I could feel her pussy leaking her juices onto the leather seat as her climax overtook her whole body. "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck," she moaned into her hand, trying desperately to stay quiet as her pussy clenched around my fingers.
Without looking back, my wife called over her shoulder to us, "Told you! Looks like I win this bet."
"Oh god." She gasped for breath. "That was, um, that was fast."
"Was there a bet or dare or something I needed to know about?" Evan asked as he turned off the road into the drive for the country club.
"Well. Um. There was a bet," Rachel admitted breathlessly.
"And it somehow involved what you asked me for permission for?"
"Yeah, it did."
"From the sound of it, you're going to be paying up on this bet?"
"I have to now."
"And you didn't mind having your husband doing that to my wife?" he asked my wife.
"It was worth it for what I got back from it."
"And what was that?"
"The video from last week being erased," my wife answered calmly.
"Ohhh, I see. I suppose there could be something worth it there."
"Besides, it's just a little touching," my wife said, kind of surprising me.
"Oh? And if I decided to touch you like that?"
"There was more to buying that video than me allowing my husband to give her an orgasm with his fingers. I think you better ask her later about it," my wife said as he turned the ignition off.
"You wanna tell ME?" I asked my wife as we got out of the car.
"No. Just understand that I want that video, BAD! I don't want you turning up on the internet somewhere," she said with a frown. "You're gonna owe me for it too," she said as I took her arm in mine and we headed for the door of the clubhouse. I looked back and could see Evan and his wife having a few words, some of them not completely cordial. I couldn't hear what was being said, but when I looked back again, she had his hand and was pulling him along, not toward the clubhouse, but off toward the little pro shop near the trail that led to the first tee. I lost sight of them in the growing darkness and followed my wife into the clubhouse.
"Hey! You made it!" Abby said with a smile, walking up to me in the same blue dress my wife had on the week before. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her chest to mine, her hard nipples pressing through the denim to my chest. She leaned her head up and whispered softly to me. "And no, nothing at all under it, anywhere. I dare you to find a way to touch my pussy before we leave tonight."
"You do?" I asked in surprise as she started to release me. All she did was grin in response.
"So where are Evan and Rachel?" she asked instead of answering.
"They were outside having a discussion," my wife said.
