Jerry watched as his wife Trina stopped the shower and reached out to grab a towel and wrap it around her honey blonde hair. Her firm breasts jutted out above her smooth, trim stomach as she lifted her arms to tie the end of the towel in a knot behind her head. Her nipples were erect, presented by the white triangles around them where her dark golden tan stopped. She stepped out of the shower, showing the lean muscles in her calf and thigh.
"Oh crap," she yelped, pulling back behind the shower door when she noticed him. She stammered, "You scared the hell out of me!" Smiling at her husband, she relaxed and opened the door completely. "Like what you see?"
She stepped out and pivoted smoothly in a complete twirl on one foot. Her breasts, unwilling to stop as she did, bounced a bit before settling back into their perfect placement. She put her hand on one hip as she thrust it to the side and dropped her other shoulder in a seductive pose, looking up at him and batting her eyes.
"I do," he grinned, reaching for her.
She spun away with a flirty giggle. "Save it, stallion," she teased. "You'll need to save all your strength for this afternoon."
"What time are they expecting us?" he asked as he reached out and rubbed his hand across the tight skin above the swell of her buttocks.
"Sarah said the party starts noon, but the celebration won't come until four."
Jerry knew exactly what she meant. Last week, they had gone over to Mark and Sarah's house for dinner and a swim, but he had ended up sharing his wife with the couple in an intimate session by the pool. It had all started with a little fitness clothing show by the women and ended up with his wife ripping her shorts off and laying naked with Sarah at her chest and Mark down below. Thinking of that had made for a terrible week's productivity at work, but the weekend had finally arrived.
Trina had gone shopping to replace the gauzy shorts Sarah had let her wear and rip apart that night. She refused to let Jerry see what she had purchased. He hoped this afternoon was going to be quite revealing.
Jerry jumped into the shower, thinking of what might happen and trying desperately not to touch himself. When he had finished, he stepped out to find his wife already dressed.
"Man," he exclaimed, seeing what she was wearing. "I hope none of the neighbors see us leave."
His wife, usually casually dressed and sporty with in her fashion sense, was dressed in a new beige pleated skirt and matching halter that showed a lot more skin than she usually did outside the house. The halter ended mid-tummy and hugged her firm breasts to show every curve. She wasn't wearing a bra, as evident but the obvious bumps of her nipples beneath the soft fabric. The skirt fell to barely mid thigh, exposing their lean muscle while the two-inch beige pumps she wore accented the athletic cut of her calves. Being so tan, the beige was almost white against her skin. As usual, she wore very little makeup – a little blush, a little mascara, and a soft lipstick.
Jerry throbbed as he stared at her. "Nice!" he exclaimed, motioning for her to turn around for him.
She spun, causing the pleated skirt to spin out away from her legs. Her smooth buttocks flashed briefly as she faced away from him.
"No panties?" he asked.
She faced him and lifted her skirt to reveal a sheer thong that showed the shadow and crease of her cleft vividly. "Hardly any," she smiled, dropping the skirt as he reached for her.
"Hurry and get ready. We're late."
Jerry quickly dried off and threw on a pair of casual pants and collared shirt.
"Who's going to be at the party?" he asked as he finished dressing.
"Mostly Mark's co-workers," she answered, leaning over the counter as she checked her face. "This party is to celebrate one of their promotions. Not sure who, but I don't really care – as long as they don't stay too late."
Jerry agreed as he brushed his hair. The last thing he wanted was a couple of drunk stragglers when he was looking forward to another evening like the previous one.
Trina grabbed her two big-handled shopping bags of recent purchases and waited while Jerry grabbing the wine from the cellar. He eyed the bags when he returned, but she shook her head.
"Not until later, tiger."
He grinned, watching her butt sway in the short skirt as they walked out to the car.
The party was already roaring by the time they arrived – two guys were arguing heatedly in the front yard while their wives and friends tried to calm them down. Jerry and Trina didn't recognize anyone as they made their way into the house.
"JERRY!" Sarah yelled as she spotted him from the kitchen. "TRINA! Come on in! Just set that stuff down anywhere and join the party!"
She ran forward and hugged Trina and then Jerry as close friends. Jerry set the four bottles of wine on the kitchen counter, but Trina leaned near Sarah and whispered something.
"Oh," smiled Sarah. "You can put that in the bedroom for later." She tossed her head toward the hall and Trina marched off, swaying her hips and turning heads as she went.
Sarah leaned forward to whisper to Jerry and the dress she was wearing opened enough for him to stare down between her huge breasts to her waist. "I've been waiting all week for this," she breathed closely, tickling his ear.
"Me too," he stammered as she stepped away.
They were interrupted by a graying woman in her mid-fifties asking for the bathroom. The woman was drunk and Sarah had to personally lead her to down the hall. Jerry watched as Sarah swished away in her mid-calf dress. Her slim hips and legs were obvious in the loose clingy sun dress, but she was hardly exposing herself the way his wife was.
Strong hands clamped down on his shoulders and Jerry flinched with the sudden touch.
"Jerry! Damn glad you could make it," Mark greeted him. "I was afraid after last week Sarah might have scared you away."
"Nonsense," he replied, genuinely happy to see his friend. "It was a little shocking, but I completely enjoyed myself." He leaned toward Mark. "I think Trina did too."
Mark laughed, a wholesome, hearty chuckle that made his friend smile. "Sarah can be a little aggressive at times, no? But, she always seems to get what we want in her end." He smiled, "I should thank you for not stopping us."
Jerry nodded. "There was no way I was going to. I saw Trina's face and she wouldn't have stopped even if I'd demanded it."
"Ah. True, my friend. I saw it too, and it would have frustrated Sarah. She would have stopped right away if you weren't interested. She likes you – a lot."
Jerry blushed as Mark motioned towards the guest. "Come, let's mingle with the crowd while they are here. You have a lot of drinking to do to catch up to most of them."
