Part 3
A Successful Threesome
'BP Tuesday?' came the text from Katie
'Not tomorrow. We might have a different surprise' I texted back.
'I love a surprise' came back with a winking happy face emoji.
Simon was going to be home the next day and I thought two girls with butt plugs would send the wrong message. He was flying to a conference in the afternoon and so would be around the house on Tuesday morning.
When Katie bundled through the back door the next morning, Simon was helping with Teddy in the kitchen. He was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him, coaxing Teddy to eat Cheerios.
"Simon!" said Katie. "This is a surprise!"
She put her stuff down and went over and offered her hand. He took it and, as I had all those weeks ago, kissed the back of her hand in a gentlemanly way.
"Do you always look this good in the morning?" Simon asked with a smile.
"Well, I do what I can..." she answered.
I was watching all this from the sink. She did look good. She had on a snug fitting, short tee shirt dress in pale purple that was cut up on the sides. With the cork wedge sandals she was displaying her dancer's legs to great effect. I detected that under the dress she had on a bra. This was unusual. It wasn't much of a bra though. She didn't need the support and it didn't conceal her perky nipples.
It was one of the rare occasions I ever saw Katie slightly off balance. She was grinning at Simon and taking him it. He was freshly showered, shaved and combed but he was dressed down in athletic shorts and a sleeveless Bulls jersey. Imagining the tableau through Katie's eyes, I was momentarily 'proud of my man'. Those shoulders...
"And good morning to you too, Monica."
"And to you, Katie," I returned with a wink.
I dried my hands, picked up my cup and said,
"Its off to the salt mines for me. With two against one, you guys should be able to manage our little beast there."
Teddy was clearly thrilled with the change of routine.
I was still in my bathrobe. I headed first to the bedroom to change. "
Hmm. Tee-shirt dress
," I thought. I found an old black one way back in the closet. It, too, was rather short but not very tight. To save a little time now and maybe later too, I omitted anything under the dress. I did add a belt to make it look less like I was wearing a sack. A few minutes in front of the mirror and I was off to the office.
Most of the time, I had no trouble concentrating on work. This morning, I just had some routine tasks to do: reading mail, billing, checking on this and that. But today it was a little noisier than usual in the other part of the house. I was distracted by the laughing and merriment I was missing out on. Finally, I heard the doorbell and Teddy was off on his playdate. And I could go out to my playdate.
Simon and Katie were sitting on the couch, chatting amiably, I saw. I quietly wandered in and sat next to Katie. There wasn't much room between her and the end of the couch but I squeezed in anyway. She pretended to ignore me and I didn't interrupt.
"Why Denver?" she asked Simon.
"The CEO has a vacation home in the mountains and he uses these meetings as an excuse. And probably some kind of tax write off. It actually works for me. It's a wonderful place, great environment, really a change of setting. Encourages a fresh perspective."
With Katie's attention focused on Simon, I sort of snuggled in on her other side. I put my arm along the back of the sofa behind her head. This caused my boob to press against her upper arm. I draped my free hand casually on her lovely, exposed thigh and let it run slowly up and down from her knee to the hem of her little dress. She leaned her head back against my arm but otherwise pretended to ignore my presence.
"Sounds like fun. Do you stay at his place?"
"No. There are about 10 or 12 of us and he puts us up in a nice hotel nearby. Ski resort, off season. He'll feed us a couple very nice dinners though.
"Of course, I'll miss my family terribly," he added for my benefit.
She turned to me, "Oh, Monica, I didn't notice you there," she lied.
I put in, "You aren't thinking of running off to Colorado with my husband are you?"
"Alas, no. But you should go! It would be a wonderful getaway."
Simon said, "Un-uh. No spouses or sweethearts allowed. Sorry."
"He doesn't sound all that sorry, does he," I said to Katie. "Maybe he'd be reassured if you came by to visit after school. You know, just to keep me company."
By now, I was running my hand back and forth, across both her thighs, tracing the hem of her dress. My fingers may have also been nudging the hem higher on her legs as they went by. I leaned in and put my lips to her ear.
I whispered, "Nothing formal. We could dress really casual."
She drew her head back and smiled excitedly. "How casual could we dress?" she said aloud. "Like not dress at all?"
"Well, whatever you're comfortable with," I said.
I glanced past Katie to Simon. He was watching our interchange with an amused expression.
He put in, "Hey, listen. I want you girls to be comfortable. Don't change your routine just because I happen to be here."
Katie looked back at me and said, "Well I am getting kind of tired of this dress."
She grabbed the hem which was now pretty far up her thighs and flapped it up a down as if it were in the way.
I said, "Well, maybe if it's in the way..."
"Yeah," she said and abruptly stood as if coming to a new resolution.
Still facing away from the couch, she lifted the dress up and off, leaving Simon and me to gawk in surprise. What an impulsive little sprite she was!
Simon and I, still seated, watched as she carefully folded her dress and bent at the waist to place it on the coffee table. Simon was dumbfounded in a way I had never seen before. His jaw actually dropped!
She sat back down, fanned her face in mock relief and said. "Whew! That's better."
She was wearing a plum-colored bra that consisted of two little triangles of thin fabric stretched taut over her nipples. A tiny matching thong completed her 'ensemble'.
Katie next turned to me and said, "Well, now I feel underdressed. Monica aren't you suffocating in that?"
In a stage whisper I responded, "I have a small confession: I'm not wearing anything underneath it."
"Oh," she said. She pinched some fabric at my breast and caught my nipple in the process. "I see. I'm not going to call you a slut in front of your husband but if the shoe fits..."
I laughed and pinched her nipple through the thin bra. "Bitch!" I said.