With thanks to Darrenr for running his eye over the story for me and adjusting a few things.
Donna sat on the bed, blow-drying her shoulder length blonde hair in just her black stockings, black G-string and bra. She was a sight to behold. I wanted her but would have to wait because she was already late. Pulling on a red mini skirt and matching jacket she kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her stilettos, and left the house.
Donna was going to the pub for a drink with her friend Kelly, a weekly treat. Donna was twenty-one and we had been married for two years.
They spent the evening chatting and laughing with a group. One of the guys, Tony, had been flirting with Donna all evening, leaning in to talk to her and letting his hand brush over her stockinged thigh, laughing and smiling whenever she spoke to him.
At closing time, Tony followed them outside. When Kelly left for the car, he took Donna's hand and gave her a long, sensual kiss. Donna was shocked at first, but soon she started kissing him back just as passionately. He pulled away and invited Donna back to his house for a coffee.
"What about Kelly?" Donna asked.
"Bring her with you," Tony replied.
At Tony's house, Donna and Kelly sat in the living room talking while Tony made coffee in the kitchen.
Tony called out, "Donna, come in here and tell me how you and Kelly take your coffee."
Donna went into the kitchen and Tony grabbed her and started kissing her again. His hands were all over her, rubbing her back and ass, lifting her short skirt, and running his hand up her thigh. Donna gasped when Tony's fingers found her wet G-string and started to rub her sensually.
"I really want you, Donna," Tony said.