I don't know what caused the change in our relationship that night. I don't know if it was the alcohol the girls all consumed in earnest, or if it was simply a matter of curiosity, or maybe it was something else entirely. All I know is borders were crossed that night. Those borders led to new adventurous places, and no one seemed in a hurry to go back.
It was a Friday night as I recall, and Chance and I had worked together that morning. We left work around three, but we would be meeting up for date night around 7. Chance was my partner, but she wasn't my wife. No, our relationship was much more complicated than that. Chance and I work together in law enforcement, so finding the exact words to describe our relationship is difficult in English. There really isn't a word that describes the loving and trusting bond you have with a person you love, care for, and trust your own life with, yet in an entirely different and unique way that doesn't describe the pair bond of a loving mate.
I have an amazing wife, Kelly, who fulfills all the roles of a lover and soul mate, but my love for Chance was like that of a sister in arms. If hell was dropped on my doorstep and I needed someone in my corner to save my ass and fight back the devil himself, Chance was going to be by my side. When we put on that uniform, our relationship meant something different. However, work was done for the night and the uniform was off. Tonight's date night was going to be a double. Chance was going to bring her girlfriend Jenny, and Kelly and I were cooking dinner for a movie night in.
Kelly was looking forward to the night. We had just recently gotten married after a long engagement, and college graduation was less than a month ago, so we both needed to unwind. I had bought half a dozen bottles of wine as I was not sure what the girls would like, but I think Kelly had plans to get into all 6. Kelly and I have always enjoyed cooking together, so we took the opportunity to make a full Italian meal of ravioli, garlic bread, and ice cream for dessert. Food was just about done, so Kelly left me to the kitchen to allow herself to change. I already thought she looked beautiful that night, but she had made it clear her standards had to be higher with the ladies coming over.
I never understood why, but Kelly always seemed to take the extra effort when she knew we would be spending time with Chance. I would have attributed this effort to jealousy, which Kelly has always been prone too, but she didn't seem to mind when I spent time with Chance. I think the fact that Chance was bi-sexual with a girlfriend may have just meant that Chance was less threatening to our marriage, or at least that's how it worked in her mind. In the end it didn't matter why Kelly took extra effort around chance, I just laughed it off since Kelly hadn't worried about her appearance like this since we first began dating. I pointed this out to Kelly, but she rolled her eyes.
Kelly had mentioned back when we were in high school that she would like the opportunity to kiss a girl, but I disregarded that as silly teenage curiosity. I really didn't think she had any interest in women, so I never really took it seriously, though with her behavior near Chance, I joking had accused her of having a crush on her.
Kelly came out of the bedroom just before the girls arrived. It was hot out that night so her clothing was clearly a balance of comfort and class. She wore a pair of tight jeans which were obviously her attempt to impress, and the neckline on her royal blue blouse plunged daringly low to allow her chest to breathe. She allowed herself to keep her long scarlet hair worn up because of the heat, but it hardly seemed to be keeping her cool as her porcelain white skin was flush, with her collarbone shining from a hint of sweat. However, her makeup was impeccable, and it drew attention to the sapphire in her eyes, which seemed to be purposely matched to her finger nails and her top.
I couldn't help but to smile as she entered the room. "You know, we have been together for 8 years now dear. You can probably stop staring at my chest now."
Knowing I was busted, I grabbed her around the waist and nibbled at her neck. "I was just sampling the appetizer, hon".
"Cut that out Nate, we don't have time for that!" Kelly protested. I just ingnored her and grabbed another nibble. "Sure we d-" DING DONG! Kelly just laughed and pushed me away at the chest. Damn, cock blocked by the doorbell!
Chance walked into the kitchen first, closely followed by Jenny. It shouldn't surprise me at this point, but they both looked great.
Chance was a stunning woman, but somehow she had the ability to disappear when wearing the uniform and badge. The badge was gone now, and she was set to stun.
The raven black hair that normally disappears into a professional bun was now flowing half way down her back in curls that could have been rapids flowing through a river.
Her skin was as fair as Kelly's, but it seemed starker against the black of her hair. Her face was angular and pointed, but in a somehow soft and feminine way.
Her body seemed to shrink without the vest or gun belt, but it was now impossible to miss her jaw dropping curves. She was the perfect hour glass figure, and even though her chest was covered by her t-shirt, there was no denying she was all woman.
Her shorts may have been shorter than her gunbelt at work, but they made her otherwise short legs appear as if they went all the way up.
Jenny was a bombshell in her own right. I tried not to let Kelly see, but my tongue just may have been on the floor.
Jenny was a true southern belle in every way. Her figure showed fem fatale, but built with the obvious feminine strength you can only find on a girl from the farm. She obviously had a body built for both form and function.
Her face was delicate with long and flowing lines as if modeled by expert hands with clay. She had the large beautiful country eyes of a new born calf, but they betrayed her, acting as a looking glass right into her soul. When she felt pain, her eyes crushed your entire being. When she was happy, the glow from her eyes illuminated the room. Her glasses only magnified this fact, but added a sexy intellectual cherry on top.
All three girls were stunning, and all of them had smiles that were beaming. Nothing is sexier to me than a beautiful smile, and these girls were all knocking me out.
I don't know if it was the heat of the kitchen or all the beauty packed into one room, but I felt myself melting.
Kelly wasted no time in pulling out the biggest bottle of wine from the fridge along with three of the new wine glasses we had received as wedding gifts.
I don't drink so I allowed the girls to dive in while I started to plate dinner. The girls were all a glass in before they realized dinner was on the table. Chance noticed it first.
"Wow! This looks amazing! When you said we were having ravioli, I just figured you were heating up cans of Chef Boyardee!" I didn't respond to this with words but instead just stuck out my tongue.
