It's early Saturday night, and you've let me know that something special is happening tonight, but won't tell me what it is.
We have no plans, and the house to ourselves. You're just starting to cook dinner, when the doorbell rings. Turns out it's your friend, Janelle, who's been invited to join us, as she explains when I open the door. She brings in her bottle of wine, and looks very lovely tonight. She's about 5'6", long dark hair, deliciously curvy body and what can only be described as more than ample cleavage. Which is very much on display this evening, in her tight fitting jeans, boots and blouse, opened sufficiently to display the magnificence of her breasts. And hints of a lovely jade green brassiere.
You see me look, and know this is a sight I love. A voluptuous woman, who knows it and isn't afraid to show that she's aware of how do dress to emphasise it. Her big brown eyes have a mischievous look in them. She very much knows the effect she has on the world.
Wine is opened, small talk had, entrΓ©e and dinner pass, plates are cleared and stacked into the dishwasher. Janelle is helping you, and I'm just enjoying the view of this fabulous friend of yours. Dessert is brought out, we're all sat again, wine glasses filled and more talk. I'm loving that there are 2 gorgeous women in the room with me, so I already have a stupid grin on my face. Must be the wine....
At one point I realise the two of you are laughing, and I focus to work out why... It seems that Janelle has managed to drop some cream into that lovely cleavage, and somehow this is hysterical to the pair of you. You offer to help her clean it up, and to my amazement, run your finger across the top of her breast to wipe it away, then delicately place it to your lips and lick the cream from your finger.
You're looking straight at me when you do this, and I see the sparkle in your eyes. Janelle is laughing and looking up at you. I'm suddenly very attentive, and not feeling anywhere near as fuzzy as a few moments ago.
"Something wrong?" you ask, and you know full well there's not.
"No, nothing at all" I reply. "Just an interesting way to eat cream, is all".
"Interesting? Is that all you can say?"
"How about very interesting, and you have my complete and undivided attention"
"Better" you acknowledge, with a nod. You and Janelle share a look, and something passes between you I'm not sure of. She takes another spoonful of dessert and this time, quite deliberately, places it directly on her breasts, making sure to get both of them this time. "Oops... Silly me" she simpers.
You look at me and ask "Honey, would you like to help me clean up this mess?" I can't quite believe this is what's happening, but I'm not silly enough to deny it.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Quite sure... Hurry up, it's starting to melt and go everywhere"
I move over, and for a second, look into your eyes, and you're smiling at me, and I look down to see that thoroughly impressive cleavage now with cream slowly making it's way south. I reach out, and like you did before, swipe a finger to move some of the cream.
You do the same. I lick the cream off my finger, and you pull me close to you for an incredibly passionate kiss, our tongues dancing and swirling. This is amazing.
Janelle is looking up at you, and asks "Can I taste too?" Your reply is to bend to her, take her face in your hands and kiss her, slowly, lovingly, delicately.
"Mmmmm... That was nice" she says. "Any more?"
You look at me and nod... I look at her, and very tentatively, bend down to kiss her. I cannot believe the woman I love has just told me to kiss her friend. Whilst she's watching. It's a bit of a fumbling kiss at first, but she opens right up and gets right into it I hear you sigh and moan, watching me kiss your friend. I know you're turned on by this, and it seems I am too. I can feel my cock crowing harder as the seconds pass.
Janelle breaks the kiss, looks down and says "Oh, no, I got some on my blouse".
"No problem" you say. "Take it off and I'll stick it in the washer"
"Oh? It won't dry before I have to go home" she says.
"You're not going home... You've had too much to drink. I won't let you drive" you tell her.
She accepts this and right there, in the kitchen, takes it off. The wonderful sight revealed makes my now hard cock jump. Here is gorgeous woman, now shirtless, sitting in our kitchen, and after the first kisses, it's dawning on me that he two of you have set this up. Drunk (well, tipsy) I may be, but I'm not stupid. This isn't just "one of those drunk things"
Jumping in, I say "Yeah, no problem, you can stay in the spare room. I'm sure Sal will have a nighty you can borrow for the night"
You two look at each other and laugh... "Oh, no. She's not staying in the spare room. She'll be right in with us. You don't mind, do you?" you ask, with big puppy dog eyes.
"Mind? How could I possibly mind?"
You put on a cheeky grin "That's what I thought" Janelle smiles as well. You take her hand and say "Well, come on then" and begin to lead her away. She grabs my hand to make me follow.