I hadn't seen Rick and Kate since their wedding. A few nights before that occasion, I saw Rick getting a blowjob from an eager stripper at his bachelor party, but other than that, he was as conservative as anyone I knew in college. He was soft-spoken, brainy, and rarely one to do anything to draw attention to himself.
When he introduced me to Kate I honestly hardly paid any attention to her. She was "cute" in that Velma from Scooby Doo way. She was nice, and fairly friendly, but not particularly sexy, she exuded the same serious intellectual vibe as Rick. They were a perfect match.
About three years after I wore an uncomfortable suit and stood in front of a church filled with strangers as they exchanged vows, work brought me to their part of the country. I reached out to him, hoping that we could get together for dinner. They insisted that I stay with them while I was there. It only took a little prodding. After all, I figured, putting the per diem in my pocket wouldn't hurt my feelings one bit.
I arrived at the end of the workday and enjoyed a delicious dinner with them. Rick and I picked up from where we had left off several years ago (minus the blow job story, of course) and I enjoyed getting to know Kate a little better. The evening passed quickly and I suggested that the next night we go out for dinner on me. I told Kate to pick somewhere nice that her cheap husband would never consider taking her to. We enjoyed a laugh and called it a day.
My work ran a little late that day, but Kate was still getting ready by the time I got to the house.
"Um, before Kate comes down, I want to ask you something," Rick said as he gestured to a chair in the living room.
I took a seat and waited as he seemed to collect his thoughts.
"OK. This is gonna sound weird," he hesitated again.
Somehow, I could almost feel it coming, like some sort of premonition. I wasn't exactly sure of the specifics, but I had a pretty good idea that I knew the general subject.
"Ah, Kate and I have been... Well, it's more of a conversation... I mean, an idea that we've been, you know... talking about.."
I thought a little humor might help. "C'mon man, spit it out. If I didn't know any better I'd think you want me to fuck your wife." My grin was wide and my tone was light. If I had misread him, I wanted to be able to claim the "it was just a joke" defense. But if that feeling in my gut was right, I figured he would have an easy transition to his point.
He looked at me almost as though he were confused. Then relieved.
"Well, maybe not exactly that. We've just been..."
Kate appeared on the stairway, interrupting him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said as she swept into the room. "I hope you're hungry because I have a great place to eat."
Yeah, she did. I was stunned at what I was seeing. Kate had poured herself into a charcoal-colored dress that sparkled somehow. It wrapped snugly around her with an open "V" on top revealing a generous amount of cleavage and an inverted "V" on the bottom that revealed a dangerous amount of her left thigh. Her heels made her legs look long and lean. Her hair and makeup clearly took some effort, but the results were more than worth it. She didn't look this hot at her wedding.
Her words rang in my ears and all I could think about was widening that opening up her dress and enjoying her "great place to eat". But I held my tongue.
"Sounds great," I said. "I'm starving. We'll take my rental and you two can navigate."
Kate wound up in the front seat and it was all I could do not to stare at her legs all the way to the restaurant. At this point, I was a typical 25-year-old male so it took unusual discipline to keep my eyes on the road. Besides, despite Rick's weird attempt at a conversation back at the house, she was my friend's wife.
After dinner, we came back to the house and Rick opened a bottle of wine. It seemed a little sophisticated to me, but I was their guest. Kate disappeared upstairs and Rick immediately began to speak in hushed tones.
"What do you think?"
"Holy fuck, Rick! What did you do to her?"
"What do you mean?"
"That dress. That... I dunno, everything! This is not the Kate I remember."
"Yeah, well, tonight's the first time she's ever worn that dress. It's kind of complicated. And weird maybe. I don't even know how to explain it, but we've been talking. You know, fantasies."
"And your fantasy was to show her off in a dress like that to me?"
Rick laughed. "Not exactly. We've just thought about... you know... other people. And we're not even sure how far we want it to go. The idea's hot, that's all. And I told her about you and your boss's wife. So when we knew you were coming, she thought maybe this would be a chance to, you know, experiment a little."
One night while drinking too much I told Rick and a couple of other friends about the kinky boss I had over the summer who got off on watching his wife fuck other guys. I had been lucky enough to have been picked for that honor. I guess he remembered the story.
"I am more than happy to be your lab rat. Should I follow her upstairs?"
"Slow down. Remember this is our - her - fantasy, not yours. And what you got tonight was a big step for her. Don't say a word, but I suspect she's up there getting off right now."
My dick stiffened at the thought. As it did, I heard her coming down the stairs.
Rick handed her a glass of wine and she slid into the couch next to him. Her dress had been replaced by a tight V-necked t-shirt. She obviously wore no bra. Her stiff nipples pressed against the thin fabric, giving strong evidence that Rick's suspicion about her activities upstairs may have been correct. A pair of running shorts revealed those legs again. Other than her wedding, today was the first time I had ever seen her not wearing pants.
"I hope you don't mind," she said as she finished a sip of her drink. "I wanted to be a little more comfortable."
"I'd be lying if I said I won't miss that dress," I smiled at her. "But what you're wearing right now looks amazing."
She blushed at the compliment and quickly sipped her wine again.
Rick made an awkward attempt at small talk, but it went nowhere. Kate took the more direct approach, asking me about the woman in my life.