"You want me to do WHAT?" I asked, perhaps a little too loudly. "Are you nuts?"
My neighbor, Joe, and I were sitting alone at a table at another neighbors' party, having a beer, when he had proposed his idea to me.
Joe and his wife, Christi, lived next door to me, along with their three kids. They were both about ten years younger than me, and moved in less than a year after I did, which was right after my divorce. They were high school sweethearts and had been together ever since.
I wouldn't say that Joe and I were friends. To be honest, if we weren't neighbors, I doubt that we would have given each other the time of day in passing, but since we were, it was much easier being friendly.
I often wondered what Christi saw in Joe. She was tall and lean, and very good looking, while he made no secret of the fact that he'd rather be out fishing, or hanging with his friends, than stay at home with her and his kids. Whatever it was, it seemed to work for them.
He tried to talk softly, noticing the other people looking over at us.
"You heard me," he replied. "And no, I'm not crazy."
'You want me to seduce your wife?" I asked. "First, she's your WIFE! Second, Christi doesn't even like me that much!"
"You'd be surprised," he told me. "I overheard her telling her sister that if she thinks that you're the hottest man on our block, and if she had a choice, she'd do you in a heartbeat."
"And, she said that the best part was that you're single," he continued.
"How in the hell does something like that even come up?" I asked.
"Her sister's divorce just became final, and she was asking Christi if there were any good men around the neighborhood," Joe said.
"Ok, so maybe she wants to set me up with her sister," I reasoned.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked. "She said that SHE would do you in a heartbeat!"
"Yeah, but...she's YOUR WIFE," I repeated. "And besides, I think the most important words there are 'WOULD do'. What makes you think that she'd actually do it?"
"You've just got to trust me," he answered. "We've been together almost twenty years. I know her well enough."
"You're crazy," I told him. "Even IF I were to try, and she shot me down, she'd hate me. And we have to live next to each other! That's a hell of a risk!"
"Trust me. She's not going to shoot you down," he said.
Just as he said that, Christi walked up to our table and sat down with us.
"Hi Kurt," she said sweetly. "What does he want you to do?"
"Kurt was just telling me that he's going to a wedding next month, and that he's going alone," Joe replied, before I could say anything.
"I told him that he should ask you to go as his 'date', since that's when I'm going on my fishing trip, and you'll be home alone," he continued.
"Why are you going alone?" Christi asked me.
"Are you going to try to pick up a bridesmaid?" she teased.
"I don't think so," I laughed. "The bride and groom aren't even half my age."
"So?" she replied quickly. "I bet some hot young thing would just love a chance to be with an older man like you."
"Again, I don't think so," I said. "I have no interest in someone that young. Besides, a girl that young would probably kill me!"
"Well, I'd be happy to go, IF you wanted to ask," she said, as she got up. "Do either of you want another beer?"
Joe and I both said that we would, and Christi walked off to the bar area.
"See what I'm telling you?" Joe asked quietly. "Did you hear what she said?"
"Ok," I replied, slightly less skeptical, "One hundred bucks says that she not only won't sleep with me, but another hundred says she gets pissed off and won't talk to me again."
"You're on," he quickly replied. "But you have to give it your best effort."
"Of course," I said, and we shook hands on the bet.
A minute later, Christi returned to the table and brought us our drinks.
"Ok, Christi, would you like to go to the wedding with me?" I asked. "There's no reason for both of us to be alone that night."
"Really?" she replied, beaming. "I'd love to go! What day is it?"
When I told her the date, she laughed. "Perfect!" she said. "That's the day after Joe leaves. I'll have all day to get ready!"
"Joe, that means that I've got to do some serious shopping," she told him. "I don't have a nice dress to wear anymore, and I'm going to need shoes, and everything else to go with it!"
Joe's jaw dropped slightly at hearing about her shopping needs, and I quickly interjected.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "Since you're doing this for me, I'll take you shopping, and I'll pay for everything."
"You don't have to do that," Christi replied. "Joe's spending all of that money on his trip, he can spend a little on me."
"Ok," I responded, then I'll buy you the dress and the shoes, and Joe can pay for the 'everything else to go with it.' How does that sound? That way, I'm not paying for a married woman's sexy under things."
"Ok, sexy under things! That sounds good to me," she agreed, giggling.
"Oh, and I'm not paying for a baby-sitter," I told them.
"That's not a problem. The kids are going on their own little vacation with her parents," Joe said, with a smile.
"Yep. I'm going to be home, all by myself, for that whole week," Christi added.
"Ok, then," I said, smiling. "Just let me know when you want to go shopping."
"I will!" Christi replied, and then got up from the table to go talk to another neighbor.
"Ok, now, if, and when, she shoots me down, you're paying for the things that I buy, too," I told Joe.
"Ok, but you're not going to get shot down," he said. "Trust me on this one."
A couple of weeks later, Christi was at my door, and we arranged to go shopping that weekend.
When she came over that day, she was dressed in a short jeans skirt, with a pair of mid-heeled sandals, and a halter-style top. The skirt and sandals showed off her long legs and nice ass, and the top displayed her full tits rather nicely, too.
Christi smiled at me as I opened the door for her to get into my truck. "Oh, and a gentleman, too!" she cooed, as she sat.
"Of course," I replied, smiling back at her. As she spun in the seat, I saw that her skirt had slid up, and she was showing even more of her firm legs as she continued to smile at me.
"Ok," I said as I started up the engine. "Are you ready to spend some of my money?"
"Yep," she replied laughing, "and I've got some of Joe's, too, for those 'sexy under things', as you called them!"
"Ahh," I said. "Lucky him!"
"Maybe," she responded, chuckling.
As I looked over at her with raised eyebrows, she laughed again, and I admired the view of the seatbelt as it separated her breasts.
Christi continued to smile at me as I drove away, heading towards the local mall.
When we got there, I told her to lead the way, and she hooked her arm in mine, and laughed, saying "Oh, that's dangerous!"
She led me into a couple of different stores before she found a dress that she really liked. It was a typical little-black-dress, spaghetti-strapped and short, and she oohed as soon as she saw it.
"This is beautiful!" she said, as she took it from the rack.
"Do you think that this will look good on me?" she asked, holding the dress up to her body.
"I think that will look beautiful," I replied. "The color will look good against your skin."
"Ok!" she exclaimed, heading for the dressing rooms. "I've got to try it on!"
A few minutes later, she walked out of the dressing room wearing the dress.
"So? What do you think?" she asked.
"Wow!" I replied. "You look amazing!"
The dress clung to her body, hugging her curves, and landed just above mid-thigh.
"You don't think that it's too short?" she asked. "I've never worn one this short."
"Well, it's longer that the skirt that you're wearing today, although just barely, and you do have the legs for it," I answered.
"Ohh! Thank you," she replied softly, blushing slightly.
"It's kind of snug, though," she said.
"It looks fine to me," I said, looking her up and down.
"So, should I get it?" she asked.
"If this is the one that you like, then definitely," I told her.
"Ok," she replied, heading back into the dressing room.
As I waited for her to slip out of the dress and back into her clothes, I watched her bare feet moving around under the door. At one point, as the dress hit the floor, I swore that I heard her sigh.
"Ok," she said, as we walked out of the store, her new dress slung over my arm. "Now I need a pair of shoes to go with the dress."
"Again, lead the way," I told her.
"Oohh! This is fun!" she squealed.
An hour later, after she bought a pair of heels that went "perfectly" with the dress, I suggested that we get some lunch.
As we sat in one of the nicer restaurants in the mall waiting for our drinks, Christi looked at me. "Are you sure that it's ok with you that I wear heels?" she asked. "Joe never likes it when I wear them. He says that they make me taller then him, and you're just a little taller than he is."
"Well, I'm not Joe," I told her. "That doesn't bother me at all. Like I told you, they make your legs look great."
"Thank you," she said, blushing slightly again.
The waitress dropped off our drinks and took the rest of our order, and then walked away.
"I don't usually drink much," Christi told me, "and almost never this early in the day, but what the heck! I'm having fun today!"
"Good," I said. "I'm glad. I'm having fun too."
We sat and continued to talk as we ate our food, and Christi had a second drink, surprising me.
Waiting for the check to come, she sat back, stretching out, forcing her breasts out. "Oh, man!" she said. "I think I'm starting to feel those drinks!"
Being a man, I had to look at her tit, thrust out like that.
"Kurt!" Christi exclaimed, laughing. "Are you looking at my tits? Again? And me, a married woman!"
"I'm sorry," I replied, "but they ARE quite a sight like that."
