Out With The Girls Ch 04

Out With the Girls

Chapter Four

After he left, I ran around the house cleaning up of any sign of what we had done and any signs of him being here. I had to laugh at myself, since I was doing this while I was still naked. I've never run around like this before, but he had a bad influence on me. I jumped into the shower and as I was cleaning up, I heard my husband come home.

I got out of the shower, slipped on a robe, and went out to see my husband. He was going through the mail, and without looking up he asked me, "How long before supper?"

"Let me get dressed and I will get to it," I told him. I went back to our bedroom and slipped on some shorts and a top, and came back out to do supper. As I walked around the bedroom, I double checked to see if I had any problems, noting that I was all good.

After supper and the cleanup, we sat down to watch some tv, but I wasn't really watching it as I sat there and ran through all the stuff I'd done lately. I can't believe what all I'd done, or let be done to me, over the last few weeks. After thirty-nine-years I'd found out what it really was like to get my pussy eaten and fucked, until I was screaming in pleasure.

But also, what about this stupid trip he talked about? What all has he got in mind? What's he going to do to me next? But eventually, it all comes back to me screaming as he gets me off.

All this made me feel a bit excited, so I turned to my husband, but he wasn't in the mood. He said he had a long day, and I almost wanted to tell him about my day, I said I almost did.

Over the next couple days, I kept thinking about this trip and telling myself, "You can't go!"

Then I heard a knock on the door and I opened the door to find a man holding a package. He asked me, "What's your name?"

I told him, "Judy."

"Okay, this is yours, but you need to sign for it."

So, I signed for it, took it inside the house, and opened it. I had to laugh as I pulled out a micro mini, leather skirt, and very skimpy, leather, halter top. Inside there was a note that read, "This is your outfit to wear when I pick you up for our trip."

"Right," I said with a chuckle.

But I did try it on, just for laughs, "Is this a skirt or a belt?" I asked myself, as I saw my boobs were wanting to fall out, because, only half of them fit inside the top. "Damn, this is one helluva slutty outfit," I said to myself. I packed them up and hid them away, since I didn't want my husband to see them.

The next day I planned to go shopping, but when I walked out the front door, I found two Amazon boxes on my porch, with my name on them. I didn't remember ordering anything, but thought that maybe my husband did.

"It's got my name on them," so I took them in the house and opened them up. Yea, my husband didn't order this stuff," I thought as I pulled out a very sheer, short, nightie that I didn't think would come close to covering my ass. It also had a very low v cut that I didn't know if it would cover any part of my boobs.

The other box had two blouses in it. If I'd guess that was what they were supposed to be. One was black and the other was red. But both were sheer and no one would have trouble knowing what was under them both.

I stashed them away with the other stuff, and then went to do my shopping. When I got back home, I found that my husband was already there, which caused me to worry, "I hope nothing else got delivered."

The next morning, I got a phone call, and it was him. He said, "Hi," and then asked, "Did you get any presents?"

"Oh yea, are you crazy?"

"Why?"

"Well, first, the skirt is so short that everyone will know what color my underwear is, and second, I don't think my boobs will stay in the top!"

"Well, for one thing, Girl, they won't know what color they are, because in that skirt, you don't wear underwear! And as for the top, I told you, I like seeing your boobs."

"Great, so they are going to see your shave job!"

He started laughing when he said, "We still got to do some more work on that. How do you think your husband will like my work?"

"He really hasn't seen it yet."

"Damn, Girl, I think I better run over and beat that pussy up some. How did you like your new blouses?"

"Oh those? I need to pick up some nice-looking bras to wear with them."

"Damn, Woman, you are one fucked up bitch. You don't wear a bra with those!"

"You're fucked up, Dude! They're so sheer they don't cover anything!"

"So? What's the problem? You'll be wearing a top, so no one can bitch," he said with a chuckle.

"Well, I can."

"Don't worry about it, plus, you got more coming your way."

"What else?"

"Just stuff to get you through our trip."

"Well, I bet it's not too heavy, due to how little material was in the box!"

"That's true, I did save on postage." Then he told me, "I have to get back to work. I will let you know when, and where, I'll pick you up for our trip."

I just laughed at him as he hung up.

However, the boxes did keep coming. I found more micro miniskirts and some micro mini dresses, along with a skimpy bikini, that was just strings, with tiny patches on them. "This guy really fucked up if he thinks I'm wearing this stuff out in public!"

He called again, and I told him so, but he just laughed and said, "You're thirty-nine-years-old and have had one boring life, with no real sex life. So, we're picking that up for you, and making up for lost time! Plus, where we are going, no one will know us, and it wouldn't matter what they see," he said laughing.

A couple days went by, when my husband came home and told me, "My company is sending me to another one of their plants to work for a while."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Not sure, maybe a week or more."

"Okay I will hold the fort down here."

The next day, I got the phone call and he told me the days of the trip. I'm looking at the calendar and I see that those are the days my husband will be gone.

All I can think about is, "Karma is making this all work out, so, I'm supposed to do this."

My husband was gone, and the day came to leave. I had packed all the stuff he sent me and put on the leather skirt, with the halter top again. I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself in this outfit, "Damn, Girl, you got a lot showing here! Are you going to do this?"

I painted my nails bright red and put on some bright red lipstick, then I went back and looked in the mirror again, "Damn, Girl, you're looking like a slut now, so take a deep breath, yes, or no?" "Fuck it, Karme set me up!" I sucked in a deep breath, picked up my suitcase, got into my car, and headed to his meeting spot. There he was, in his pickup truck. He got out, came over to me, and helped me out of my car. He looked me up and down and smiled, "You look better than I thought," he said as he grabbed my suitcase and led me off to his truck.

He pulled out and headed down the expressway, before he asked, "So, what did you tell your husband?"

"Nothing, he had to go away for work."

"Damn, this is working out better than I thought," as he kept looking at me in my outfit. After we got farther away from town he patted the seat beside him, "Come sit beside me."

I slid over and he slipped his arm around my shoulder, but brought his hand around, running his finger over the top of my boob that was almost falling out. I didn't say anything, and a couple minutes later, his hand slid down and he pulled it back up, so my boob was out of the top. "Someone is going to see this and call the cops," I said to him.

"No one in a car can see us, besides, we are up to high for them to see anything." So, now he was driving and playing with my boobs as we went down the road. He has a shifter that was in the way, so I'm sitting a bit sideways, with my legs pointing to passenger side. With the skirt being so short it rode up some, due to the way I had to sit. It was almost peeking out, but I kept my legs tightly closed.

This went on for a while, but then a semi-truck started to pass us on the left side, but then he slowed down and was driving right beside us. Then I heard his air horn and looked at him, seeing that he had a big smile and a thumbs up. "Well, I guess he can see us," I thought.

"There you go, someone's seeing you and not calling the cops."

"Lucky me," I said as he kept right beside us for a while.

"I think he really likes what he sees."

"I guess so."

"You should be nice to him."

"What does that   mean?"

"You could part your legs some and let him get a peek at my shave job."

I turned and looked at him as I asked, "Really?"

"Yea, you'll never see him again, and I think that would be hot." I shook my head but slowly parted my legs some, causing my skirt to ride up a bit more. Off went the air horn again and a big thumbs up.

"See, you made his day," the truck stayed right beside us and he kept staring at us, "I hope he didn't hit someone."

"I think it's time to slide your legs up on the dash and let him get a better look." Oh, what the hell, I slide my legs up, but my legs were too long and so, I had to bend my legs some. Well, that made my skirt go higher again, and he could see the shave job now. He flipped out with a big smile and blew that damn air horn.

He kept driving, as he worked his hand off my boob and slid it down. He caught the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up more, so that now my pussy is very visible.

"Maybe this is getting too carried away."

"Hell no, this is just starting our trip out with some good old-fashioned fun," then with that said he moved his hand back down, pulling on my legs and his fingers finding my pussy. So, now I'm sprawled out on the seat, with my pussy out, getting felt up, and some dirty old trucker watching us. My pussy is wet and my clit is hard.

Now that he's gotten me all worked up, we speed up and leave the trucker behind, but he stops playing with me too, "Damn, you've gotten me horny now!"

"Good, because I want you really horny and ready to fuck all night."

"That's going to be an understatement."

Then he pulled off the expressway, so I put myself back together, as he pulled into a big hotel parking lot. "We are here," he told me as he got out, grabbed our bags, and we headed in. We signed into our room and went up the elevator as he said, "I think the guys down there liked the outfit I got you."

"Yes, I noticed people staring at us. Maybe now you can pick up where you left off," I told him as I started to work the top off.

"Not yet, Sweetie, I'm supposed to meet my friend down at the bar."

"Damn, don't be too long!"

He opened my bag and pulled out the black, sheer blouse, "Put this on, you're going with me."

"You want me to wear that in front of your friend?"

"Hell yea, I want him to know what I've got," he said as he was trying to help me put it on.

"Damn, I don't know if I can wear this into the bar."

"Hell, no one knows you and you're not topless," he said with a wicked grin as he pulled my hand and led me out the door. We passed people and they all kept turning and checking us out. I looked at him and he a grin on his face as he whispered to me, "See, they like it too."

"Right," I said with a goofy look on my face.

He led me into the bar, and then his face lit up as he said, "There he is!" I looked over and he was another black, young male. He had a football playing solid body, but he was a bit darker skinned.

He ran up to us and shook his hand, "Glad to see you again," and then he turned and looked at me, "G this is Judy, the one I told you about." He then looked me up and down, before he said, "You didn't do her justice. She's better looking than what you told me, and she dresses well too."

"Oh, I picked that out for her, and she's getting used to it."

"Well, Mrs. Judy, you wear it well and I wouldn't want you to change it."

We moved to the bar stools, but they worked me into the middle seat. They talked about old times and started to drink. G kept a close eye on me as they talked, as he noticed his friend putting his hand on my bare thigh a lot, rubbing my leg, and he just smiled at me.

We had a few drinks and I started to feel a bit tipsy, "Excuse me boys, but I need to use the ladies room." I turned in my seat to get down, but that caused his hand to slide up my thigh, rubbing my pussy, as he leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "We're about done here, so why don't you head up to our room, and we can pick up where we left off."

"You coming right up?"

"Yes, so why don't you slip into that slutty nightie I got you, and then you'll be ready to get fucked!"

I turned to G, "Nice to meet you, but it's been a long day, so I'm going on up to our room."

"Judy it was nice to meet you, and to see you. I hope I get to see more of you before you leave."

Hmm, that seemed a bit odd, but I hurried off to our room, because all this playing around, all I wanted to do was fuck. I wanted to fresh up some, so I jumped into the shower for quick shower. I got out and slipped on the nightie he requested I wear. My boobs almost fell out and it was sheer enough to look like I had nothing on. It's short enough that it only has my ass covered, but my pussy was fully exposed. I touched up my lipstick, and I heard him out in the bedroom.

I started to hurry, because I wanted to fuck, so I did a quick check in the mirror, "Damn, you do look like a slut!"

I went out into the bedroom and I saw him naked on the bed, stroking his cock, so I said, "Let me help you with that," as I headed to the bed.

But then I heard G's voice, "Damn, you're not fooling, she's one hot looking slut!"

I turned to see him standing there, I was shocked that he was there, but I was more shocked that he was naked too.

I'm almost naked too, and I tried to cover up, when he said, "I forgot to tell you, G's spending the night with us too."

"What do you mean?"

"We are sharing you tonight." I turned and looked back at G, and he got a big smile on his face and stroked his cock. I couldn't help but notice how big, and darker G was than him.