FOUR ON THE FLOOR
The evening started relatively routinely. My husband Phil was taking me out to dinner for my fortieth birthday with our friends Liz and her husband Chuck. I'm Tracy. I was sitting at the mirror on my dresser, putting on my makeup. I was nude. Phil likes me to put on my make up and jewelry before I put on any clothes. He likes to see me all dolled-up and elegant with my dangling earrings, necklace, bracelets on my wrists and ankle, eye shadow, lipstick, the whole works. My chestnut brown hair is short and wavy with one bang that hangs down sexily over my forehead. I have nice breasts that just sag a little. My pussy is highlighted by a trimmed but full brown bush over the darker skin around the slit hiding my vagina. I sprayed my perfume on my neck, my breasts and finished with a spray onto my pussy. Once I completed my preparations, I stood so Phil could see me. He was fully dressed. I went to my knees, undid his zipper and pulled his cock out his fly. I sucked his prick a bit, enough to make him very horny, but not enough to make him come. When I do that, he is very attentive all evening and treats me like I'm truly special. He makes me feel so good, stoking my female ego by telling me how desirable I still am. I don't think I'm anything special, but if my husband thinks I'm hot, that's all that counts.
Our children are all grown and out on their own or at college, so Phil and I live alone now, with our two dogs. We both have decent jobs but they require some long hours. We make it a point to go out to dinner or something at least once per week. Liz and Chuck are our best friends and we often find ourselves having good times with them. We go to concerts, weekend festivals, and wine tasting, but usually we just go to dinner. We have other friends, but Liz and Chuck are our favorites.
Liz is a cute little blonde. She's a natural blonde. Phil and I know because we've been naked with her and Chuck a few times. We've gone skinny-dipping at a lake (very cold water) and one time we both stripped for their birthdays, which are very close together. We've also done some soft swinging that included fondling, but no oral sex. Chuck likes to play with my tits and I enjoy his attention. My breasts are rather sensitive and when he gets sucking on my nipples, I find it hard to maintain any self-control. There have been a few times where I was stripped to my panties with Chuck's hand in my vagina while his face was buried in my tits. I've had him come on my hand a couple of times as well.
Liz has a hot little body and Phil gets very worked up when he's with her. If she doesn't get him off, he's all over me when we get home. Of course, he can go all the way with me. I like it when Liz gets him all excited and leaves him for me to satisfy.
Anyway, I had applied my makeup and added my jewelry and walked around collecting the clothes I was going to wear. Phil's dick was still out of his pants and pointing at me, wanting to fuck me. I put on a pair of underpants and walked around topless, delaying my dressing to tease the poor boy. I asked if I should wear a bra and, of course, he said no, so I found a dress with buttons down the waist in front that would focus his attention on my chest. A pair of high-heeled shoes and thigh-high stockings completed my ensemble.
We drove to a little restaurant that is a few miles out of town and met our friends there. On the way, Phil was trying to get me to flash my tits at him, but I refused until we were almost there. Then, I pulled my dress over my one breast, letting him see the hard little nipple on my pure white boob.
Liz was dressed in a blouse and skirt. I wondered what she was wearing beneath it. I really like Liz and though we had never done anything sexual with each other, the thought has occurred to me. I find her to be very attractive, as does my husband. Her skirt was short and her long legs were quite sexy. Her husband Chuck looks good in whatever he wears. He and my husband wore slacks and shirts, nothing special, but they both are attractive men.
Phil had made reservations at the restaurant and had asked for a table on the mezzanine overlooking the scenery behind the restaurant, rolling hills with farms in the distance. There were only three tables on the deck, so we had some privacy.
When we ordered dinner, Liz was the focus of the waiter's attention with her cleavage and her tight blouse. We could see her bra in the gaps between the buttons and the imprints of her nipples were visible in the cool air. We all knew that the waiter, a young guy named Brandon, was ogling her chest.
"I think the waiter likes you." Liz's husband Chuck said.
She laughed and said, "I don't think he looked at my face. I hope he got our orders right."
While waiting for dinner, the conversation eventually turned to sex.
"So, has Phil given you any special presents for your birthday?" Liz asked.
I said, "I got a nice surprise in bed this morning. My man ate my pussy."
Phil was embarrassed and said, "Aren't you giving them too much information?"
I said, "Honey, I think they know we screw. What's wrong with telling them you eat my pussy?"
Liz asked, "Is he any good at it?"
I replied, "He's the best. He roots around down there and finds all my favorite spots."
Liz said, "I wonder if he's as good as Chuck?"
Chuck joked, "I could provide a demonstration for comparison purposes."
I laughed and said, "Maybe someday."
I said, "I sucked his dick while we were dressing, but he didn't come. I'm sure he'll be good and horny by the time we get home."
Phil was blushing. He doesn't know how to respond when Liz and I talk about sex.
Our dinners arrived and Liz made a point of teasing the waiter again. I decided to join in and undid three buttons on my dress; I was undone to the middle of my breasts. When I leaned forward, I was giving the waiter and nice down-blouse view.
While we ate, fortified with a few glasses of wine, I became more daring, undoing another button so the men could see the sides of my boobs jiggle, and maybe glimpse of a nipple.
After the other two tables on the balcony emptied, we were alone on the balcony. Liz was in a daring mood and we watched her removing her bra. My husband's hand found my knee and worked its way higher. I was a little surprised when Chuck put his hand on my other leg. Across the table from me, Liz was unbuttoned to just above her navel and her tits popped out frequently. She'd put a bite of food in her mouth and bare a breast with the movements of her arm.
We were nearly through with dinner when Liz and I went to the bathroom. We talked while in the ladies' room. We were both a little buzzed and both aroused from giving the men a show and letting them feel-us-up.
"How far do you guys want to go, tonight?" She asked me. "It's your birthday and Chuck would like to give you present."
"Let me guess what it would be. Give me a hint." I said with a smile.
"It's about ten inches long, hard and white."
We both laughed and I said, "There is no such thing."
She said, "Well, he tells me that's how long it is."
I said, "I've had it in my hand and it's not ten inches. It is nice, though."
She laughed. "He's been wanting to get in your pants for along time. Do want to let him?"
I said, "I don't know. What are you thinking about with Phil?"
She said, "Well, to keep things even, I'd sacrifice and go to bed with him." She laughed; it wouldn't be a sacrifice at all.
I said, "I'd like to see you suck my husband's cock."
"Oooh, I'd like to do that for you for your birthday."
We were in the stalls beside each other. I suggested, "Let's go back without panties."
She giggled and said, "Deal."
I pulled my panties down over my shoes. I heard Liz doing the same thing.
She knocked on the door to my stall. I opened it and she was standing there. "Show me your pussy." She requested.
I lifted my dress and exposed my pussy. Liz lifted her shirt and showed me hers. She had her pussy shaved to a wine glass configuration, with a triangle on her mound and the stem of the glass covering her vulva. She was a natural blonde and her golden bush was beautiful. She walked toward me and I put my hand on her pussy, sliding a finger along the channel between her labia. She reached into my top and fondled both of my breasts with her hand. She leaned down and kissed me. We held it for a few moments, tasting each other. Her hand slipped down to my crotch and she ran a finger through my slit. I Lifted her skirt and put a light kiss on her blonde pussy. I was tempted to strip her, but we broke apart and returned to our table.
After we sat, I gave my panties to Phil and Liz gave hers to Chuck. I was a little embarrassed when my husband put my panties to his nose and sniffed them. Chuck had done the same with Liz's thong. I was a surprised when they traded. Chuck traded to get my little bikini and Phil had Liz's thong. I watched Chuck put the crotch of my panties to his nose and inhale the scent of my cunt. I was getting wet, thinking about him putting that nose between my legs and getting the scent right from the source.
At the prompting of the men, Liz undid her blouse all the way and then pulled it open to show them her breasts. Her nipples are dark brown and her crinkly areolas are about the diameter of a half-dollar. I had trouble taking my eyes off them. She looked so sexy and desirable.
At the same time, Chuck's hand found my knee and was soon stroking the inside of my thigh, slowly working his way up my silky flesh to the treasure spot.
With a little encouragement, I undid the last of the buttons on my dress, down to just above my waist. I opened the dress to expose my breasts to our friends. Chuck's hand had found its way to the top of my thighs, caressing the soft dimple where the insides of my thighs meet my pussy. My dear husband pulled my dress off one shoulder while Chuck did the same with the other shoulder. My dress fell and bunched at my waist. I was topless and naked under the small amount of my dress still covering me below my waist. Liz removed her blouse and finished her meal topless.
I saw the waiter coming and quickly pulled my dress back onto my shoulders, but the middle of my chest was exposed with my dress covering the tips of my breasts. Liz didn't realize the young man was returning and was caught with her blouse hanging off the chair behind her. The young man didn't say a thing. He politely asked if we needed anything else.
