Authors note: This story is based two new characters that have similar names as some of my other characters. Enjoy!
My wife and I met Jack and Diane at square dancing lessons. I'm not exactly sure what started the friendship between my wife Nancy and Diane, but I was pretty sure that the initial attraction for me was watching Diane's rather large breasts bounce enticingly in the thin western style button down she wore that first night. Let's face it, I may be getting a few years on my fifty plus year old body, but I do still enjoy looking. In this case the ten or more year younger dishwater blond, tall and thin, with breasts nearly as large as my wife's was bound to attract my attention.
One of the rules of the instructor was to frequently change partners. So every break, and there were a number of them in the two and a half hour evening, you picked a different partner, generally with the guys choosing. It was no surprise that I managed to dance with Diane at least once that night, but what was a bit of a surprise was to see my wife partnered with her husband twice that night.
After thirty plus years of marriage we were both pretty comfortable with our relationship. She knew men looked, it was inherent in the breed, and that was ok, as long as I didn't touch, didn't make it overly obvious and I absolutely never, ever, ever made any verbal comparison of her to someone I had seen. So as long as I stayed inside her rules I was free to enjoy what I could see. I wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that she too liked to look, and other than the occasional passing comment about some hot actor in a movie, she followed her own rules as well. I expected that the passing attraction at the square dance lessons would stay just that, a passing attraction. And so it was, for the second, third and fourth weeks lessons. Each week I managed to find a way to dance with Diane and each week my wife somehow ended up with Jack as a partner. It wasn't like they were the only ones we danced with or anything. Out of six to eight squares we generally had a different partner each time. Some of my partners were much younger, some much older and some even flirtier. One thirty something even surprised me by grabbing my ass when she thought no one else could see.
What was a surprise was that on the way home from the fourth nights lesson my wife told me that Jack and Diane, like us, were big NASCAR fans and she invited them over for bar-b-que and to watch Daytona on that Sunday. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had learned a bit about Diane during our "encounters" at the lessons, but somehow I hadn't gotten around to that one.
That first Sunday ended up being the start of a long string of get togethers. Not every Sunday of course, but frequently over the next months, we swapped which of us hosted the Sunday race and enjoyed our time together enough to extend it into the evening, usually playing some type of card or board game. I was surprised at how quickly the friendship between the four of us grew. While like most guys, Jack and I talked on the weekends, our wives managed to find time to chat on the phone frequently during the week. While Jack and Diane were a bit younger than we were, the four of us got along very well.
One of our more regular evening games was playing spades, a partner's type card game. Some nights we would play couple against couple, and other times guys against gals. Usually when we played the latter the gals won. I suppose that was because I had a tendency to bet more trump than I could actually carry, and we would get "set", or not win as many tricks as we had bet we could. That always came with a rather nasty points penalty, which tended to make me play my next hand a bit too conservative. The end result was that the gals usually won. If we played couples we were much better matched because my wife could read my tendencies a bit better and compensate for my aggressive betting. It was all only for points after all, there was no money or anything else exchanged....well usually.
One night, playing gals against guys Diane suggested that the losers of the night had to wash the dishes, adding a little "real loss" to the game. Even I had to admit that it made the game a bit more challenging, and close. Despite my best efforts Jack and I lost and ended up washing the dishes while the ladies sat on the sofa and chatted, tossing occasional jibes our way while they watched us work.
With dance lessons over, our Sunday gatherings continued, and we expanded our occasional get together into other areas. I invited Jack to go fishing with me a few times and my wife invited both of them to go to the lake for a Saturday afternoon of boating and swimming. If I thought Diane looked good in shorts and a T-shirt, she was absolutely stunning in the barely there bikini she wore that day. Enough so that it was a struggle not to have a hardon showing through my swim trunks all day. That night my wife and I had some of the most energetic sex we'd had in a long time.
"So what brought this on?" she asked breathlessly after the two of us climaxed for a second time. "As if I didn't know."
"What's that?" I asked her as I rolled off of her and lay back on the bed panting, drawing her toward me so she could snuggle against my side, her leg sliding over mine and her head moving to lay on my still heaving chest.
"I saw you staring at Diane today. You weren't exactly being subtle about it."
"Sorry. Wasn't trying to be obvious. I guess she just filled out that suit a bit more than I was used to seeing."
"Yeah, Jack seemed to think the same thing about me. If I didn't know better I'd say he wanted to get me into a suit like that."
"You would have looked good in one." I answered.
"I'm too old and fat for a bikini." She answered me.
"Not even."
"Well, don't get your hopes up. Too many eyes could see way too much if I wore something like that."
"Well, these eyes wouldn't complain. I still like the way you look."
"Uh huh." She said with a soft sigh. "That's what you always say. I still don't believe you."
That seemed to be the end of the conversation, both of us drifting off to sleep shortly after.
Sunday came and it was our turn to host for the race. Jack and Diane showed up just after noon and a few minutes before the green flag. We relaxed and enjoyed the race and then enjoyed some bar-b-que ribs for dinner.
"So you boys up for dishes again tonight? I don't feel like doing them after eating all that food!" Diane said as we sat down around the now cleared kitchen table to play spades.
"Ya know. Last time we got stuck with the dishes, but if we would have won you really didn't lose anything because you would have had to do the dishes anyway. Somehow I don't think that's quite fair." Jack said as he settled into his chair with a fresh beer.
"Well, you didn't complain before. Why complain now?" Diane chided back. "It's not like you're going to win with Nancy and me as partners."
"You never know, we might win. We came close two weeks ago." Jack chided back.
"Close don't count except in horseshoes and hand grenades!" Diane shot back with a grin.
"Well, I still think we need a bet that costs you something more than what you'd be doing anyway." Jack said to his wife as I sat down with a glass of soda, chuckling at the two.
"Fine. Tell me lover...Just what do you think a fair wager would be? A special dinner? Maybe a massage?"
"Oh, I think it should be something Mike can enjoy too. I mean after all if we lose we both get stuck with the dishes." Jack said.
"Fine. Tell me what should it be Mike?"
