After my business appointment, Tony picked me up, drove to the pier where we had a lovely lunch. I could tell he had something on his mind but he didn't bring up the subject until we had finished and were just sitting there, enjoying the view out over the water.
Finally he started talking to me. He said he wasn't sure how I would take it, which is why he hesitated to bring up the subject. I told him I thought we were close enough we could talk about anything. I would let him know if I didn't like what he had to say.
"Well" he said, "do you remember my telling you about the night with Judy and Ronnie? I had NO idea what he had a threesome in mind, until it happened. While it was the most exciting night of my life and I will never forget it, I will never forget that he sprung it on me. I think this would be a perfect opportunity for a bit of payback, but I would need your help. How would you feel about helping me? Not only that, but if my idea works, it COULD make one your own fantasies a reality".
Tony definitely had my attention. I asked him for more details. As he talked, I got all excited about his idea, even interjecting a few ideas of my own. Just the idea of what Tony was proposing was making me wet...I could feel the heat in between my legs. I was squirming in my seat, trying to ease the feelings inside me. Tony saw what I was doing and his grin went from ear-to-ear.
We went back to his house to put our plan into action. I just had time to take a long hot shower and change into the outfit that Tony wanted me to wear to dinner. I was a bit reluctant to wear it outside the house, but Tony assured me that the restaurant was dark and no one would notice me.
I had sent away for a leather skirt and vest...I had planned to wear a blouse under the vest, but Tony said to just wear the vest so my tits would show. I wasn't too sure about this because when I took the blouse off, the vest only came up to just over my nipples. If I bent over, all of me would show. Tony laughed at my panic..."I have a scarf you can wear over your tits and it will be up to you when you take it off".
With a little arranging, the scarf did work, though not much because you could see right through it. I turned around and around and got Tony's immediate approval. I could see the desire in his eyes. The leather skirt just hugged my ass, ending just below the top of my stockings. This time I wore thigh-tops, which had wide bands of lace at the top. I had on a pair of black lace crotchless panties also.
Tony had me bend over and checked me out, first from the front and then from the back. "Yes, I think it will work", he said. He couldn't resist touching me though. Tony flicked the ends of my nipples, noting they were already hard and poking through the vest. He slid a finger between my crotch and found my cunt lips all swollen and not. He laughed, "Tell me this isn't getting to you...you are wet enough right now I am almost tempted to stick my dick into you before we leave". But no, we had other plans for this night. With one last look in the mirror, out the door we went, excitement and anticipation filling us both.
We met Ronnie at this club Tony knew about and soon we were seated in a booth that was semi-circular and way in the back. It was quite dark in that corner, lit only by a candle in the middle of our table. After ordering drinks and dinner, we talked about the events of our day. Ronnie filled us in on the events of his life since he and Tony had been stationed together in Germany. Dinner arrived and we were busy eating, making small talk. There wasn't much of a crowd, so we didn't feel the urge to get up and leave right away.
Tony finally gave me the signal that it was time to start our fun. He excused himself and went to the restroom. While he was gone, I slid closer to Ronnie. He didn't seem to notice, but I sensed he was aware of what I had done. Seeing Tony returning, I reached over and felt the front of Ronnie's pants. Ronnie stiffened as if he had been shocked. Needless to say, his cock rose to the occasion and quickly hardened under my stroking.