Dinner had been delicious.
Fresh bread, salad, an oven chicken that could make your feet curl. The works.
I was leaning back, sighing, letting the chair take most of my weight that I had gained from the intoxicating meal. Camie and Cleo talked to one another as they filled their glasses with more wine. They had been sipping all night, probably draining at most three glasses together, enough to relax but not enough to get even tipsy.
Camie had come over and had cleared my plate as I leaned back. She was wearing a navy blouse and beige pants. The blouse was more risqué than she would normally wear, as she dipped to collect my plate, I was given a free view of her breasts. Even as she made her way back to the kitchen, I was given a front row seat to her ass, the beige pants practically painted on. It was a great ass.
I had great memories with that ass. Camie had recently undergone an awakening to a very particular fetish: straight men. Specifically, straight men using her, a lesbian, for their own sexual satisfaction. Of course, this wasn't something you trusted with just anyone and that's where I came(heh) in (heh two).
Cleo clearing her throat from opposite the table, ripped me from my memories and Camie's ass as I sheepishly brought my gaze back to appropriate things instead of another woman's wife's ass.
It wasn't like Cleo was ignorant of her wife's extramarital activates. In fact, they had talked to both a sex therapist and each other before trying this. I even sent the aftermath pictures and videos over to her. They had been well received. That being said, staring blatantly at another person's wife is just bad taste. It was just that you had to remain mindful of what is okay and what isn't.
"It was a nice ass." I said sheepishly, trying to meet her eyes.
"She has a fantastic ass." She replied, her tone level.
That's how Cleo was. Everything from her clothes, attitude, hell even her breathing was level. She was consistently poised, a woman of control and power. That's what attracted Camie to her in the first place. Not to say Cleo was no fun, she knew how to have a good time alright.
Even now, I was seeing the gleam of a smirk in her eyes that told me she was playing with me. Cleo was an incredibly attractive woman, she usually dressed nice and neat. Tonight, she had gone business casual. A plain white dress shirt, sleeves rolled combined with a fashion forward pair of business slacks. Even still, I doubt I would see this combination in the workplace, the shirt dipped unreasonably low and the slacks hugged the lower body too snuggly.
Camie and Cleo's attire for the night had been more on the revealing side than usual, I noted. There was also an undertone of tension that seemed to be accompanying the meal. The girls had been up to something tonight.
"What about my ass, do you like it?" Cleo asked, the smirk still staying in her eye.
"I-I suppose." I stumbled out. Cleo was beginning to smile more openly now as she saw me shift uncomfortably. She was playing with me and she was aggressive.
"Come on, check it out." She said, beginning to stand up.
I felt like prey as she started to come around the table. I knew Cleo, these were the games she liked to play, she played them with Camie all the time. It's what caused her to be able to keep up with her.
As she reached my side, she started to pose herself, giving me the best view of her ass. She had a great one. It's shape and size were great.
"How is it?" She asked as though she already knew the answer.
"It's a great ass." I told her.
"Want to touch it?"
As Cleo asked, I heard Camie coming back into the room. Her footsteps had stopped, even though I couldn't see it I knew her eyes were on the scene before her.
"I would be honored." I said, standing up.
Cleo was taller than me and as I stood to my full height, she smirked a little more as she bent down lower. She even wiggled it a little. I had never seen this side of Cleo before, the aggressive flirtation, the teasing, it was intoxicating. No wonder Camie had fallen for her hard.
Speaking of Camie, I glanced over as I felt up her wife. She was staring at my hands and her wife. Cleo and Camie seemed to be staring at each other, communicating in the way that long-term couples do.
"Anything else you want to touch?" Cleo asked, her voice lifting at the end.
Camie still hadn't said anything. Which was good, we had an agreed upon safe word after all.
"I absolutely do."
Cleo turned around, this time standing tall. She was only a few inches taller than me, but she lorded over me with all she could. Even so, I found that I didn't mind as much when she started unbuttoning her shirt.
Cleo was always poised, remarkably so, and her clothes always reflected this. Her hair was always kept in a tight ponytail, her shirt and pants crisp, her jewelry pristine and minimal.
