She's not surprised in the slightest by the ringing of the doorbell. The moment she stepped into the bedroom after her evening shower and saw her clothes laid neatly out on the bed, she knew. She knew hubby had invited someone else round. He often chose her clothes if they were hosting a play session. Tonight was clearly going to be kinky...not that she thought sex with other people while her husband watched wasn't kinky, but tonight he'd put out her little plaid skirt, white shirt and long socks - her schoolgirl outfit. She noticed the lack of underwear which just confirmed her suspicions. It wasn't like she needed a bra to keep her pert breasts in place, but he did enjoy her lingerie collection - after 8 years of marriage, that much was obvious as she had a collection that was extensive, and he had selected and bought almost every single one of the sexy pieces - he had exceptional taste. She had an impressive array of panties, suspenders and stockings too, but no panties were put out for her, not even the little frilly crotchless pair she normally wore when they were playing with this particular role-play.
The two hairbands and little bows that matched the skirt were the final accoutrements to the outfit, and as she sat in front of her dressing table putting these finishing touches to her costume, she took a critical look at herself in the large mirror. Long brown wavy hair (she didn't like to think of it as curly) coaxed and cajoled into a sense of temporary order and restrained by the hairbands into two ponytails that just reached past her shoulders, a naturally dark complexion that always made her look healthy even in the depths of winter, a small compact frame but with all the right curves in all the right places, and an agelessness that left people guessing. She took pleasure in the fact that she could pull off the schoolgirl look so effortlessly, even though school was a distant memory for her. They had always had an exciting and varied time in the bedroom, but they had been spicing things up over the last 6 months, pushing boundaries together, which made it all the sexier. She wondered what plans hubby had for the evening, she was usually the one to make any arrangements, but he had been growing more confident in exploring their boundaries, so she was intrigued and excited to see what would happen. As she positioned herself on the bed, her mind wondered about the possibilities and she lost herself in a series of fantasies.
She doesn't get up to answer the doorbell, but remains seated on the foot of the bed, the last item of the outfit left out for her by hubby, now in place: the red silk scarf they use as a blindfold. She hears hubby's footsteps echoing off the wooden floorboards as he strides down the hall to the front door, the door opening and the murmur of a greeting and brief conversation, before the door closes. Suddenly her breathe catches and her heart rate doubles, as she hears two pairs of footsteps make their way up the hallway towards her in the main bedroom. She has no idea who he has invited in, what has been agreed with the mystery guest, or what at all the evening will hold in store for her. There's suddenly a roaring in her ears as she listens to the steady approach of the footsteps, and she almost groans aloud as she feels the butterflies in her stomach swirl then drift downwards until they ignite a warmth within her groin. She knows that was anyone to check, she would be sopping wet already, just as a result of the anticipation.
The footsteps enter the room, and then stop. She sits up straighter, knowing they are looking at her. Her mouth opens slightly as she strains to hear any signs of movement; she doesn't want to jump and scream if she is suddenly touched and she hasn't sensed it coming - that has happened before and she's still embarrassed when she thinks about that night.
*****
I stand next to her husband and drink in the sight of her, perched on the end of the bed, breath rasping and chest heaving, head tilted slightly as she listens for our movements. The red scarf covering her eyes ruins the outfit slightly, but she looks like the quintessential naughty and slutty schoolgirl, with her white top tied in a knot at her waist and the majority of her shirt buttons undone - offering a wonderful view of her cleavage. Her smooth thighs somehow highlighted by the long socks and short skirt. Her husband seems as captivated by the sight of her as I am, and I wait patiently for him to make the first move, knowing he is enjoying this as much, if not more, than I am. He finally glances over to me, and gives a massive grin, and with a twinkle in his eye, gestures me to follow him as he heads towards her.
We position ourselves either side of her knees and he reaches down and takes an elbow, nodding at me to do the same. We slowly lift her to her feet, and I am again surprised at just how short she is. She doesn't come above either of our chests, but she is so perfectly proportioned and so energetic, that I always forget just how tiny she is. She exudes a primal energy that always makes her seem so much bigger than she really is. He leans in and brushes his lips across her cheek. She reacts by leaning her head towards him as she tries to present her lips for his kiss and I take the opportunity to run my lips across the neck she has just presented me. She stiffens and I realise she's confused. Both hubby and I have a beard and I suspect she is now unsure as to which of us is which. While she remains still, we both continue to kiss and nibble at her neck, face and ears, until with a shudder, she begins to react again. I follow hubby's lead and start letting my hands wander all over her body, caressing and stroking her through her clothes. It doesn't take long before the few buttons that were in use are undone and her shirt sighs to the floor. Hubby and I each suck a nipple into our mouths, causing her to arch her back and moan loudly - the first noise she's made since we entered the bedroom. As we suck on her erect nipples, I slide a hand over her butt, finding the end of the skirt, and travelling back upwards under the cover of tartan fabric. I'm thrilled to find no hint of underwear as I caress and knead her buttocks.
