The weekend with another couple started as innocently teasing my husband and actually I never thought it would lead to more than flirting and teasing.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. My husband and I have been married most of our lives. We were farm kids and grew up neighbors and best friends who spent every free minute together. I think we had decided way before we knew what sex was, we wanted to be husband and wife.
I didn't realize I was an exhibitionist. Skinny dipping in the farm pond seemed innocent enough. As we matured, I loved doing the unexpected things like taking off my top when we were fishing by the river, knowing full well some lucky fisherman might see. I realized not only did things like that excite my husband but turned me on too. I discovered I loved being naked outdoors.
There was an occasion when quite unplanned and unexpected another guy was involved. We hadn't been married very long. It didn't change our lives, but it definitely broadened our experiences in sex. I guess I realized that day that my husband was not the jealous type.
So fast forward 25 years. My husband's friend John lived close. John was nearly like a clone of my husband. Their looks and build were close enough for them to pass as twins. Both were 6' tall 160#. They have dark blonde hair and blue eyes. They both had great tans. Their actions were close to identical, but John seemed way shyer. That was probably my fault because I corrupted my husband over the years.
John's wife Jane was the complete opposite of me. I am the outdoors adventurous type and maybe, no I am definitely an exhibitionist. Jane was like my grandmother. She always dressed old and preferred craft shows and flea markets over hunting, shooting, kayaks, water skiing, scuba diving, white water rafting and sex, that my husband and I loved doing. John loved tagging along for some of our adventures.
I can't say for sure what Jane's figure was like because she kept it covered from her neck to her ankles. Even her feet were always covered in granny shoes.
As for myself, I'm no super model but, I certainly didn't hide myself. I am 5'5" tall, 120#, I have blonde hair with a red tint, strawberry blonde if you will! I have fair skin that gets a golden tan when I spend a lot of time in the sun. My eyes are blue. I'm no "Bond Girl" but I think my 34 26 36 body isn't so bad.
Since we live on a lake, a small bikini or cut off jean shorts work out well on hot days and somehow seems to make cool days warmer.
One weekend the four of us went to a concert. We drove in separate cars. I know it probably makes me seem old school, but it was the Oak Ridge Boys. We had separate rooms, but we had plans to spend lots of time together as couples. So, the first night things went kind of sideways. We met when we were checking in and soon the conversation turned to what we were wearing for dinner.
Jane said casually, "I never wear a dress that doesn't go to my ankles because John always wants his hands under it if it's not."
I'm thinking," I thought that was the purpose of a shorter dress!" I'm pretty sure the guys and Jane, noticed my expression to her comment, especially when I rolled my eyes.
We went to our rooms and of course I wanted a quickie before we dressed. It was awesome, by the way. So, a fast shower after sex and I picked a denim dress that buttoned up the front and hit just above my knee. The bottom two buttons were left undone. I thought it was respectful and kind of sexy at the same time. I decided like nearly always to forget the bra but put on a pair of skimpy black string bikini panties. I gave one last look in the mirror before presenting myself to my husband and noticed that the outline of those panties was a little visible through the dress.
My husband approved of my attire. He actually asked if we had time for another quick romp. Sadly, we didn't. I think a hotel brings out the need for sex in both of us. Wait, I made that sound like that was something different. We or maybe I always want sex!
It all started really going wrong when as soon as John saw me, he let out a not so quiet, "oh wow!" That pretty much set Jane's mood for the evening.
To be fair it set my mood too. I loved his reaction. So did my husband. I actually think most women as well as their husbands appreciate another man thinking she's attractive. Especially when they're 40 something!
After a brief tense exchange of not necessarily pleasant glares from Jane we walked to the in-house hotel restaurant.
I think we were all surprised that the wait was already nearly an hour. Jane was grumpy like always and offered," great now we get to listen to the guy's gripe about the long wait."
I found myself thinking, "Jane was the only one complaining so far! "I excused myself to go to the little girl's room. I actually didn't have to go that bad I just didn't want to try to talk Jane for an hour.
Ok do you remember I said I was an exhibitionist. I also love teasing my husband. It's a fun game I've played for years! Well, that naughty little voice inside my head whispered, "Take your panties off!"
The other voice in my head seldom tries to argue because it knows it's a lost cause.
The panties were soon off, and I was headed back to try to make the wait more fun. I will admit there was a cool breeze going up my dress was hitting my damp bottom.
I was a little surprised when Jane was still standing but the guys were gone. Jane just pointed across the room. I motioned for Jane to follow me and went to join the guys who had scored two seats.
Both guys seemed to be watching me get closer. John had this blank stare on his face. I tried to position myself so John couldn't see, then leaned and whispered to my husband, "Will you hold these for me?" His eyes got big as I slipped my panties in his hand. Then I turned and sat on his lap with my knees facing John.
It was soon obvious that my teasing was working. I could feel my husband's cock growing.
By now my dress had ridden up my legs. It was getting dangerously close to my bare bottom. My husband was very uncharacteristically quiet. John was talking constantly. I think he was trying to hide his excitement. I couldn't help but notice he kept looking at my lap as my dress was exposing maybe a little too much leg.
"Maybe unbuttoning the third button wasn't such a good idea," I silently thought to myself.
I'm not sure I was actually hearing everything he said. Then suddenly he said," I never get sex anymore!" I certainly heard that and so did my husband. I felt his cock twitch under me.
I have to say I was enjoying feeling my husband's almost hard male body part under my panties less bottom. I thought I would twist the knife that was digging at his male hormones as I squirmed on his lap and said, "You sure are a lumpy seat."
Okay seriously, I never meant to be rude to Jane, but she refused to be part of the group. I guess the three of us were having so much fun that Jane had to walk across the room and tell us they were calling our name for a table. "OOOPS!" Well, I guess you all can imagine that by now Jane was pretty pissed off at all three of us, but she seemed angrier at me than the guys.
As we walked to our table, I glanced back at my husband to see how visible the bulge in his pants actually was. I was a little bit shocked to see a pretty sizable very damp spot right on the lump. I casually ran my hand around my back side only to find an even bigger wet place on my dress. I was relieved to be seated and hopping our clothes dried before we had to stand again.
Jane's attitude didn't improve as we got to our table. I scooted into the booth first and my husband after. My husband certainly didn't miss the fact that as I slid into my seat my dress flashed my bare bottom. Jane seemed to want to distance herself from me and let John slide in on their side first.
I tried to make small talk with Jane, but it was obvious I was not her favorite person. John on the other hand was still talking, a lot. My husband was still quiet, but I was truly impressed by his table manners. He only had one arm above the table and no elbows at all. You can probably guess where his other hand was. Yup it was on my lap.
I knew my husband had very agile fingers because for years he could unfasten my bra with one hand. It took a few seconds to realize he was slowly unbuttoning my dress. I suppose that's why he was so quiet. It required his total concentration.
It got even more difficult to listen to John ramble on, when I felt my dress fall off both sides of my lap. Thankfully my husband's hand soon was keeping my very delicate pussy warm. Did I say warm? Maybe it was wet and close to hot!
I was a little concerned that because the booth was elevated one short step that the waiter might get a free show. If he did, he didn't seem to mind and hey, we had great service!
When there was finally a break in John's rambling I actually tried to talk to Jane. I started by asking about her son and his two sons. Her answers were short and maybe a little blunt as if saying they were none of my business. I thought I might try one more time and asked, "What songs that the Oak's do you like?"
There was frown on her face as she answered, "I really don't care for any of them!" That made it pretty clear she didn't want to be anywhere close to me and certainly didn't want small talk!
That actually was ok because suddenly I was a bit distracted by the cool air suddenly hitting my belly button. I leaned back and glanced down to find my dress unfastened one button above my navel. I had a realization that there were now at least 6 buttons unfastened leaving just about half the 17 of the buttons to keep my dress from exposing my braless boobs and bare bottom!
I gave my husband "THE LOOK", to let him know that maybe, just maybe this wasn't a good time for me to be nearly naked.
I loved the sparkle in his eyes as he smiled that crooked smile I love and said," You started it!" I guess he was right but still!
The waiter stopped by the table to say our order should be out soon. Jane was her typical self and made a rude comment about the service. The young man apologized and asked if we wanted refills on our drinks.
Soon the meal was delivered and again John was doing most of the talking and like before I for one wasn't actually listening. Jane seemed more agitated by the minute.
The waiter stopped again and asked if we wanted desert. Jane of course was the first to answer with a "NO!"
