It actually started completely unexpectedly. My wife and I had been invited to dinner by some new friends of ours that we had met at our local golf club. We had played a couple of rounds with them and enjoyed each others company, but hadn't spent much time with one another. As a result, we had really not got much further than the pleasantries that one generally exchanges.
After dinner, we retired to the sitting room where we sat drinking wine and chatting easily as if we had known each other for much longer than we actually had. We were sitting on a pair of couches facing opposite one another and separated by only a glass coffee table. As we chatted, I took the opportunity to check Daniela out. She was wearing a navy-blue wrap-around skirt in a thin, flowing, crinkled-look material together with a pink cardigan that zipped up the front, but was partially unzipped both from the top and from the waist. This meant that about six inches of the cardigan was zipped together, successfully hiding some kind of white top. Her long legs were crossed. The open sandals that she had been wearing were kicked off, exposing her pretty feet. Much to my pleasure, I noted that she had painted her toe-nails in bright pink. Don't get me wrong - I'm not into feet or anything - but I do find painted toe-nails very sensual!
As I was letting my mind drift, with half an ear on the conversation, I watched with growing interest as Daniela uncrossed her legs, sagging down sideways a little until she was half-lying across her husband's chest and lap, resting herself on her arm which was on the other side of his thigh. In doing so, I got a brief glimpse of her long slender thighs, stretching almost all the way up to her warm sex, before she tugged her skirt back and tucked it between her closed knees. Her taunting, faint, enigmatic smile made me wonder whether she knew that I had been watching her.
A minute later, she sat upright, unzipped her cardigan and pulled it off before sinking back to where she was before. In doing so, her thighs parted and this time the material of her skirt slipped off her thighs again. This time however, she was sitting facing straight towards me. As the blue ruffled material slid away, more and more of her pale brown thighs were revealed. Time seemed to slow down and the material peeled excruciatingly slowly off her legs. I became aware of a few tiny golden blonde hairs on her legs; noticed a miniscule black mole on her inner thigh about three inches up from her left knee. Still her skirt moved away, appearing to get slower and slower with each inch of skin that was exposed.
Now her skirt was almost up to her crotch and it drew away like a stage curtain, gradually revealing a pair of bright red panties. As they became more and more exposed, I saw that the front panel was made of scarlet lace. The lace was woven into a pattern of roses, complete with stems and thorns. In the gaps between the flowers, I could make out the hint of a blonde pubic bush.
Almost before it had begun, the show was over. Daniela tugged her skirt back, catching my eye as she pulled herself together. In doing so, she caused a thunderbolt of energy to flash between us and in that moment it was clear to me that she knew exactly what she had been doing and that she actually wanted me to see her. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, the gaps between the heartbeats reverberating in the sudden silence. Having lost all sense of time, I glanced over to Petra to see if I had been caught watching Daniela.
To my surprise, Petra wasn't even looking at Daniela's skirt or legs. She was staring at where Daniela was lying. I looked over to see that the white top that Daniela was wearing was skin tight and thin. So thin that you could clearly see the shape - if not the colour - of her nipples through the white material. But this was not what Petra was looking at. She was staring at James's hand which was cupping Daniela's left breast and playing with her nipple as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be doing in front of us! I looked closer and could clearly see that her nipple had stiffened under her husbands fingers. I felt the flat of Petra's hand touch my left thigh and rest there. For a minute I thought she was going to tell me to get ready to leave, but then I glanced over to her and saw that she was enraptured by what she was seeing. A small flush spread across her lower through and down towards her chest, where it was hidden by her brightly-coloured summer dress. I could feel the heat of Petra's hand searing into my thigh and spreading up towards my groin.
As we both watched on in awe, Daniela slipped one hand down and cupped James's groin. My cock began to pulse and my mouth go dry with excitement.
'You don't mind do you? It's just that we like having an audience.'
Petra and I looked at one another, speechless. With one quick glance at Daniela I said.
'Can I speak to Petra outside a second?'
'Sure.'
I took Petra by the hand and we went out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind us.
'Bloody hell! I never would have thought that this would happen!'
'Nor me!'
'Shall we go?'
'Yes - no. Hell I don't know! What do you think?'
'I don't know - it's all a bit weird. I'm not going to get into any swapping - that's for sure.'
'Nor me. I don't even know whether I want to watch.'
'I don't either, but ...'
'But what?'
'Well, I have to admit that am turned on - almost against my own will!'
Yes! I couldn't believe this - Petra had always been so prim and proper!
'I am certainly turned on!'
'So I can see!'
'OK, then let's go back in and see what happens, but before we do, I want you to take your bra off.'
'What? No way!'
