Note: This story is about extramarital activity by the wife, with the husband's encouragement. If that is not what you're into, please skip it.
Cassie stared at her small suitcase, willing something better to appear then what she saw before her. She had already gone through the contents of the suitcase twice, but this time she fully emptied it, hoping by some miracle she had missed something. She had not. Three days ago when she was packing, being invited to a party by a guy she was interested in had not even entered the realm of possibility. As a result, she was now sitting on the floor of the bedroom surrounded by nothing but bathing suits and short jean shorts thrown into haphazard piles around her. Fuck, she thought.
She got up off the floor and walked to Brittany's room. The blond was standing in front of her mirror in a skintight purple bodycon dress, turning back and forth to examine her reflection.
Cassie threw herself dramatically on the bed, "I have nothing to wear to this."
Brittany evaluated her in the mirror. "I thought you weren't even sure you were going to go since its 'such a bad idea' and all", she teased, using heavy air quotes.
"Oh, I still think this is a bad idea," said Cassie, "but apparently that doesn't stop me these days."
Brittany laughed, then stripped the purple dress over her head so she was standing in nothing but a black thong. She turned and handed the dress to Cassie.
"Here," she said, "this will look great on you and I have another I want to wear anyway."
Cassie looked at her skeptically, while simultaneously admiring Brittany's taut body. "I don't know if I can pull that dress off," she said.
"Oh, trust me, you can," said Brittany, with a dismissive wave of her hand. When Cassie didn't move, Brittany made the universal hand motion for hurry up.
Cassie reluctantly got up and removed her tank top and shorts, both women now clad only in thongs. Cassie took the purple dress from Brittany's outstretched hand and pulled it over her head, struggling to fit the tight fabric over her body. She had to do a complicated shimmy and jump movement to get it over her full ass. Checking her reflection in the mirror she had to admit Brittany was right. The dress showed off her small waist and the curve of her ass.
Brittany approached her with a pair of black heels. "Here," she said. "These will make those legs of yours look even longer."
At 8:30, the women were standing in the kitchen pouring shots of tequila before heading out. Brittany had replaced the purple bodycon dress with a short, fire red baby doll dress that showed ample cleavage. Naomi wore a flowy skirt with a high slit and Victoria was wearing a black, vegan leather dress.
"Wow," said Naomi, staring at Victoria. "Where did you even get that. It's amazing."
"Did it come with a whip?" laughed Brittany, "because I would let you use it on me." She bent over the counter playfully, her short dress riding up to show the bottom of her round ass.
Victoria reddened slightly. "Is it too much?"
"No, it is just the right amount of much," said Cassie appreciatively. "I want you to wear that everyday."
The women picked up their glasses and clinked them together, sucking the salt off their hands.
Brittany clapped her hands together. "Let's do this."
They piled into the car and started the short drive to the men's cottage. Cassie felt waves of nervousness and excitement running through her as her friends chatted animatedly. Pulling up to the cottage, there were already several cars parked in the driveway and a few people were standing outside talking, drinks in hand. They could hear a Pitbull song playing from the speakers as they walked up to the door. Brittany gave them all a mischievous smile before turning the handle. Inside, they were greeted by a group of people playing beer pong. Cassie recognized one of the men as the guy Victoria had been talking to at the bar. He looked up at them and his gaze settled intensely on Victoria.
"I'll catch you guys later," Victoria said, walking over to the group.
"Let's find the bar," said Brittany, leading the way toward the kitchen where bottles of rum, tequila, and vodka covered the counter. While they mixed their drinks, Cassie looked around for Devin. She could hear his voice coming from out back, so she made her way to the patio door. Outside, several people were seated around the fire pit sipping drinks, while others were playing corn hole. Devin was among the latter. He looked up as she walked onto the back deck and met her eyes. She smiled and Devin started walking toward her, but suddenly her view was blocked by another man who was sticking out his hand to introduce himself.
"Hi," he said, drunkenly, while staring blatantly at her body. Cassie didn't even have a chance to respond before a large hand fell on the man's shoulder. The man turned and then craned his head up to view the source of the hand. Devin was standing behind the man, a clear 'fuck off' look written on his face. The man, clearly outsized, mumbled something and took off in a hurry. Cassie couldn't help but laugh at the man's expression. She felt another surge of attraction at Devin's possessiveness and how intimidating he clearly was to others.
Devin stood next to her and put a hand on her back. "Poor guy, but I can't really blame him with the way you look in that dress," he said. He swept her hair over her opposite shoulder and leaned down to kiss her exposed neck. "You were driving me crazy in that tiny bikini of yours today too," he whispered into her ear.
She felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her face to meet his. "I wore this for you," she said, "I'm glad you like it."
"Hey Devin!" shouted one of the guys playing cornhole. "Its your turn."
Devin made a grimace and moved reluctantly away from Cassie. "This won't take that long," he promised.
