"Frank is coming over tonight," Mike said as he came home from work. "You know he's single, so wear something hot."
"Why?" I laughed. "To turn him on? That's not very nice, is it?"
Mike hung up his coat and turned to me.
"Oh, sure," he said. "It's a guy thing. Men like to get excited. Then he can just go home and jerk off."
I giggled. But the thought of Frank jerking off actually turned me on. He is a big, muscular guy – and for some reason I imagine he has a big cock. Not that I've ever seen it.
"Alright then," I said. "I'll try to look my best."
Mike walked past me into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I knew he was making sure that there was enough beer. Oh yeah, that's what it was going to be like: A boy's night with me as the pretty hostess. I didn't mind. Frank is a nice guy and fun to be with.
"Oh, by the way," Mike said. "Where did we put 'The Thing'?"
'The Thing'. That was Mike's word for that stupid sex toy he'd recently bought on the net. It was an aluminum cylinder, much like a thermos. Except that when you took the top off, inside was the cutest latex pussy – quite realistic, actually. I don't know whatever possessed him to buy such a thing. But if he wants to fuck it when I'm away, that's okay with me. In fact, that pussy looks a bit like mine.
"What do you want 'The Thing' for?" I said. "Do you have to jerk off right now?"
Mike laughed.
"No no," he said. "I just want Frank to see it. It's good for a laugh."
"I'll see if I can find it," I said and went into the bedroom to get dressed.
I found 'The Thing' under the bed. Unused.
When Frank arrived, I was wearing a short black skirt, a tight pink top that really showed off my big tits – and my stiletto heels, of course. I bet a lot of guys see me and think I'm a bimbo, but I don't care. I like looking sexy, and if that gets the guys all hot and bothered, that's okay with me.
A smiled. He liked what he saw. So did Frank, I could tell.
"Hi Alison," he said and gave me a big hug. I felt his muscles through his suit.
"Want a beer?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," Frank said. "Beer would be nice."
"I'll get it," I said. Ah yes, the sweet little housewife.
When I came back from the kitchen with the refreshments, they'd sat down around our glass coffee table.
"Thanks," the guys said and sipped their beers.
"Say," Frank asked, pointing to 'the thing'. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh, that," Mike grinned. "It's a guy thing. Just bought it."
He took the cylinder and unscrewed the lid, letting Frank see the latex pussy inside.
"Ohmigod," Frank laughed. "What a treat for us single guys."
"You can borrow it, if you like," Mike said.
"Thanks," Frank said. "But I think I prefer a real woman."
"Like Alison?" Mike asked.
Shyly, Frank looked over at me.
"Yeah, she's pretty," he said. "You're a very lucky man."
"I know," Mike said. "Just look at her. Alison, get up. Let Frank have look at you."
I got up and stood in the middle of the floor, turning around like a model. Frank laughed.
"Ta-daaah!" I said.
"Take your top off," Mike said.
"What?" I said. I couldn't believe my ears.
"It's okay," Mike said. "You're not shy, are you? Let Frank have a look at your tits."
"Really..." I said.
But okay. I took off my top and threw it on the floor. I grabbed my shapely breasts, showing them off to the two mean.
"Yeah," Mike said, "like that, Alison. Cute tits, eh?"
Surprisingly, Frank wasn't shocked. He smiled, just enjoying it. "Beautiful," he said.
