This is a work of fiction. The characters described herein are completely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. If erotic fiction offends you, or you are not of legal age to read such matter, do not read any further.
Dina Daly dressed carefully for dinner that evening. The last words her husband, James, had spoken before leaving her to dress ran through her mind like an unending chorus.
Wear something seductive,
he had said. Dina was partly thrilled at the chance to show off her womanly assets and partly horrified that her husband wanted her to have sex with his best friend, Terry Duncan. The stunning revelation that James was a voyeur was almost too much for Dina's brain to process. Their marriage hadn't been rocky or irreconcilable; it was mainly James's demanding schedule that kept Dina unfulfilled. She was a vibrant woman, fit, attractive and with a healthy libido. As Dina opened the door to her walk-in closet, she couldn't help but notice the warmth that seemed to radiate from between her thighs.
I can't believe this strange situation has me turned on
, she thought, and with a mental shake of her head walked past the prim business suits she wore to the office everyday to the back of her closet where she kept the dresses that she donned for the social affairs she hosted for James. Skimming her hands across the hangers, she discarded the blue strapless gown, the red spaghetti strap dress, and settling upon her two black dresses, pulled both of them off the hanger and carried them back into the master bedroom.
The first dress was a Vera Wang original, soft fabric, light as a feather and basically a sarong that gathered between her breasts. It was slightly seductive but still proper enough to go most anywhere in. The second dress she had bought years ago, for one of the videos that she and James used to make for their pleasure. It was floor length gown, with the sides slit to nearly her pussy, and when she walked, the fabric parted and showed most of her tanned legs. The top was barely a top, it was two thinly gathered bunches of silk that skimmed her areolas, and left plenty of cleavage and shoulders showing. The two bunches of silk tied behind her neck, leaving her back completely unfettered by clothing. Dina decided on the second dress, it made her feel sexy, and the effect it had on James had been phenomenal. He could barely contain himself when she had walked down the curving staircase to meet him.
Walking to her lingerie armoire, Dina pulled out a black lace thong and matching lace topped stockings to wear with her dress. Grabbing her lotion from her make-up vanity, Dina began smoothing the cool mixture over her skin, paying close attention to her neck, shoulders, tummy and legs. As she was smoothing the lotion on her body, Dina noticed that her nipples became erect and straining upwards. Apparently the thought of another man placing his hands, lips, and tongue on these parts of my body turns me on, she thought. Dina could feel the mix of emotions begin to confuse her, but she firmly pushed aside all the feelings except for excitement. It had been too long since she had the attention and pleasure of a man; she was looking forward to the evening.
Checking her reflection in the mirror and pleased with what she saw, Dina slipped the black Ferragamo pumps on her slim feet and headed down the staircase. Pausing at the head of the stairs, Dina could discern the rumbling voice of James, but she couldn't place the deep bass voice answering him. Pressing a hand to her nervous stomach to calm the butterflies, Dina began to descend the stairs. As soon as she came into the view, the two men who sharply contrasted and yet complimented each other, ceased talking to stare at the lovely woman seeming to float down the staircase.
"Dina my dear, you look amazing. I knew you would be able to use that dress again," James said as he held his hand out to escort her over to and make her first introduction to Terry as a possible lover.
"Thank you dear. I'm glad you like this dress. You told me to dress as you saw fit for this fete this evening, I'm just happy that this choice meets your approval," Dina said with a mix of demureness and sarcasm.
"Dina, I would like to present Mr. Terry Duncan, attorney at law, former football star, and hopefully the fix for our sexual problems." Terry held one huge hand out to Dina, and clasping her small, delicate hand, lowered his lips to kiss her hand.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you again Dina. You are every bit of a woman that James has said you were. You are positively the most stunning, sensual, and gracious woman I have ever had the pleasure to encounter," Terry said as he looked down at Dina with warm brown eyes.
Dina felt her cheeks flush at Terry's compliment. "Terry, that was incredibly sweet. If you two gentleman will follow me, I'll see that dinner is served," Dina said as she led the way out of the parlor and back to the dining room. Terry watched her walk, taking notice of her slim calves and ankles and roaming further up her body to the faint sashay of her hard, firm ass. James noticed the way Terry was looking and watching Dina, it reminded him of a lion stalking his prey on the National Geographic specials.
Dinner seemed to fly by. The conversation between Dina, Terry and James was as easy and open as it had been before the master plan had developed to have Terry service James's wife Dina. Wine flowed, dinner courses were cleared quickly and efficiently, and before Dina realized it, the men were leaning back in their chairs, relaxing with brandies and cigars.
James put his snifter of brandy down, and looking at Dina and then Terry, decided to address Dina first. "Well my dear, we've made it through dinner without one mention of the real purpose of us being here, and since you seem to be avoiding the subject like the plague, I will break the silence. Terry, you know what the situation between me and Dina is. She is a young, vivacious woman and I'm a doddering fool who doesn't take care of her physical needs. And you are my oldest friend. Hell we even chased some of the same girls in college. I know that you would never do anything to harm Dina, make her uncomfortable or insinuate yourself into breaking up our marriage. Dina, as I've explained to you, this agreement, if you will, will take care of several things for us. I trust Terry with my very life, which means I more than trust him with you, and he will be better able to take care of the things I've been neglecting lately. Also, you are a young woman still, and I'd hate for you to look back and regret not experimenting a wide variety of sexual experiences. I also revealed to you that I am a voyeur at heart, I really want to see Terry and you experience all the joys of sex together. Knowing that I am watching may help you reconcile the guilt you may be feeling, all the worries and such. I want you two to enjoy each other fully, there is no limit to what I deem appropriate. Terry, I had you in to see a doctor, and we know that everything is in the clear and that you can enjoy sex fully with Dina instead of being hampered by birth control. That being said, if there are no questions, I do believe we should retire upstairs."
Dina felt her face flush again when she realized that she hadn't paid a lick of attention to anything James just said. Her thoughts and gaze had been concentrated on Terry. He was seated across the table from her, and her eyes had frequently roamed all over his body. He was 6'2", about 200 pounds and very muscular. His chocolate brown skin was smooth and unblemished, his eyes warm and inviting. His mouth was sensual, wide lips that looked absolutely soft and delicious. Her girlfriends in college had joked that black men were usually well hung and Dina couldn't wait to find out if it were true. James walked around the table to Dina's chair and pulling it back, she arose slowly, her knees feeling a bit weak as most of her pounding blood began to situate in her groin. Flanked by the two men, Dina began walking back through the dining room to the grand, marble staircase which led to their room.
Stopping at the door, Dina looked questioningly at James, and seeing that he had lust in his eyes, she turned to Terry and slowly rose on her toes to softly kiss him. Terry felt her nipples burn into his chest and wrapped his arms around Dina. Stroking his hands down her bare back and resting them at the swell of her ass cheeks, he plundered her mouth. His tongue danced with hers, their breath becoming one. Breaking the kiss, Terry scooped her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed, he slowly slid her down his body to lie on the bed. James became unnoticed and found an armchair to settle into and watch the show.
