The dinner party was winding down. Almost everyone had left. Chris, the lone remaining guest been helping out in the kitchen, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. Chris was a work acquaintance of my wife Judy. Judy had excused herself and gone to the restroom while Chris and I tended to the kitchen. As I cleared the table, I noted there was a little wine left in the bottle and asked Chris if he'd like a little more. He shrugged "sure, why not."
After we finished the last of the dishes, we moved from the kitchen to the living room. He and I both sat down on the couch. I had never met him before tonight, but Judy had mentioned him a number of times. Meeting him tonight, I now understood why. He was a handsome man with slightly olive skin, maybe Italian or Greek. He was very slim and tall with dark brown hair, probably in his mid thirties. I imagined that he caught the eye of many women. I asked him about his job – casual stuff, how he liked it, how long he'd been there, that sort of thing. He was easy to talk to - confident, yet not cocky. He was one of those people who you immediately liked.
Judy walked back into the room and walked toward us. She was wearing a short pleated skirt that accentuated her long legs. Judy was in her forties, but looked ten years younger. She carried herself in a way that turned heads. She also had a great personality that almost every guy who met her loved. I always enjoyed the way other men flirted with her – I suppose it fed my ego to think that other men wanted what I had.
She came over and sat between us on the couch. As she sat down, her skirt slipped slightly up her thigh. It was enough to be sexy, but not too overt. We talked about some of the departed guest, mostly work acquaintances of Judy and Chris. My eyes strayed to Judy's sexy legs fairly frequently during the conversation. I noticed that Chris' did as well. She was aware of the distraction to both of us. She looked at Chris for a moment, turned her head and looked at me. She continued looking at me, slowly moving her tongue across her lips and smiling. I got a little excited, hoping Chris would be gone soon and we would be alone.
She nonchalantly slid her hand around mine and gently moved it over until it was slightly touching her leg. I ran my fingers across her thigh a little below the hem of her skirt, hoping to not be too obvious – she purred like a kitten. I was a little surprised that she had done this in front of Chris, but not as surprised by what she did next. She gently picked up Chris' hand and place it on her other thigh, never taking her eyes off of mine. She was watching to see my expression, as if to ask "was this ok?" I simply smiled. She laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.
I looked over at Chris – he had that same questioning look on his face. I smiled and shrugged. I gently ran my fingers up and down her thigh, moving further up and more to the inner thigh. I slid her skirt up slightly. With each cycle, I moved closer her pussy and I could feel her warmth. Chris was doing exactly the same on the other side. I could feel her tremble each time one of us would get close. Watching his fingers slide up Judy's thigh and disappear under her skirt was an absolute turn on to me. I could feel my cock getting harder with each second.
I slipped her skirt up far enough to expose her black lace panties. I slowly ran my fingers over her pussy through the panties – she started to moan. Chris immediately followed suit. With my other hand I gently traced the curve of her bra from her shoulder down to her nipple. I circled her nipple slowly with a slight flicking motion. As I looked down, I could see Chris sliding her panties to the side and slipping his finger into to her wet pussy. He slid in easily - I could tell she was very wet. She shuttered, tensed and let out a whimper followed by a soft moan.
