It felt like they'd been droning on for hours about the same two things over and over. It was business and football, business and football. Chloe found the entire conversation tedious and dull. Ashley, her husband Billy, and her own husband, Zach, had been sitting in the living room while she had busied herself with drinks. After the two men had hotly debated how to tackle an upcoming deal for work, they wasted no time launching straight into their 'draft picks,' or whatever. She had spent several minutes playing server, coming back and forth to bring drinks to the three of them--beer for the men and some particularly good wine for Ashley and herself--before she finally settled in beside Zach. She'd attempted to pay the conversation some sort of attention, the volume of which seemed to rise with each drink despite becoming no more comprehensible than it had at the start. Her eyes stole a glance at Ashley, looking every bit as irresistible as she always had, playing with her nails while her husband sat hunched over the table deep in conversation with her own significant other.
She caught the other woman's glance from beneath long lashes, blue eyes sparkling with longing as she continued picking at her clean cuticles. God, but it had been so long since the two of them had been alone together! She tried not to be too obvious as she drank her in. A cascade of blonde ringlets fell past her shoulders, framing her angelic face. Her perfect breasts strained against and over the low cut of the black floral dress she wore, and Chloe wanted nothing more than to massage them, to tease her nipples the way she knew the other woman liked. She had always been one to wear dresses and had never been shy about letting a bit of cleavage show either. It said a lot, though, that she'd specifically chosen this dress.
Chloe had bought it for her last Christmas under the pretense that she'd found it on sale and been reminded of her friend. The train of the dress was long, the hem ruffled, and the front rising loosely to the knee. While the skirt flowed, the top half was tight. A row of small brass buttons ran down the front, while the sleeves hung off the shoulders, leaving them bare. It was a classically feminine look compared to her own. Her own hair was dyed black as a raven, with a slight hint of cherry red mixed in from a previous dye job. She wore it short, the longest bits barely hitting her jawline, and she wore a stud in her left nostril. Her shirt was white, her large C tits looking as if they would rip through the fabric at any second, and tucked into a pair of soft, tailored high-waisted slacks that fit her form perfectly, hugging her ankles above the black flats she wore.
Her eyes trailed back to Ashley's. Her lips were painted a light pink, plump, and begging to be kissed as a smile flickered gently on them for a moment before glancing away again.
'It's been far too long.' Chloe thought. She could feel her lover's gaze upon her, drinking her in the way she always did. The feeling of it gave her chills. It was a game between the two of them. They always had to be so careful around their husbands, even in their own homes. They had to be subtle about the glances and touches, the longing looks, lest the men begin to think that perhaps they were too close. So cautious were they that they made it a point not to spend too much time on 'girls' night' or shopping. But when the opportunity to spend time together presented itself, it had been months since the opportunity had arisen, and they were all over one another like cats in heat.
She poured more wine for her friend and felt Ashley's hand brush hers as she took the glass from her hand and brought it to her lips. Chloe watched as she took a sip, the movement so innocent but meant to drive her mad.
'How I want to kiss those lips. Those soft, luxurious lips.' She remembered the day three years ago when the two had met in this very house and how, by the end of the evening, their tongues had entwined and she'd had to shush the other woman more than once as she got her off. It had been so hot and so right that it had quickly become a regular thing for them until they'd almost been caught by Zach. Since then they'd had to be extra careful. 'God, I've got to get them out of here.
"Hey babe, do you mind grabbing us some beers?" Zach asked, glancing at her. His sandy blonde hair was combed back, and his hazel eyes looked tired. It had been a long day.
"Sure thing." She answered, glancing at Ashley as she stood and left the room. She made her way into the kitchen and grabbed some cold beers from the fridge before setting them on the counter and leaning against it, her hands resting on the cool marble surface. Last four. Then the idea formed, hitting her like lightning. Zach never paid attention to how much beer he had left, and anyway, she'd been serving them to the two of them all night. 'For all he knows, we're out.' She thought as she quickly popped the tops from each glass bottle before turning them all four up and watching it flow down the drain. Scooping the caps up, she threw the evidence of her meddling away before heading back to the living room.
"Bad news, boys, we're out." She gave an apologetic look as she returned, briefly glancing over at Ashley as she sat, her legs closed with palms resting on her thighs.
"Really?" Zach asked, looking disappointed.
"Sorry," she shrugged, trying to hide her glee. "Looks like someone needs to get some more, babe." She spread her legs slightly, feeling the crotch of her slacks tight against her moist lips. She knew it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties and hoped that Ashley appreciated the view.
"I can run and grab some if you'd like." Ashley offered, knowing that the men would prefer to go themselves since they would be far quicker about it than the ladies. Her husband, Billy, was busy studying his phone, no doubt checking on sports scores from his favorite teams to respond immediately, and simply held up a single finger.
"It's alright, I'll go," Zach stood and looked at his wife. "I'm heading to the store anyways. You want anything else while I'm out?"
"I need cigarettes if you don't mind, babe." She said sweetly.
"Sure." He turned to Billy and clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Let's go, man."
"Right." He stood and followed Zach to the door, both of them grabbing their coats. "Be back soon, ladies." The two waved goodbye before leaving and closing the door behind them.
