Is This Really What She Wants Ch 04

Is This Really What She Wants? Ch. 04

by DontJudgeMe

"Honey, you about read-wow!" I exclaimed as Barb came out into the kitchen, the vision of her completely chasing my impatience away. Okay, we were still late but she looked stunning! She was wearing a little, red dress that dramatically highlighted her slender form, leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare and only reaching mid-thigh. She even wore heels, red open-toed pumps, raising her maybe five centimeters. I'd never seen the dress or shoes before, they had to be new.

Her make-up was also more pronounced that usual. A bit more mascara and eye-shadow and blood-red lip that really drew my attention, and matched her dress well.

"You like?" she smiled, her teeth white against her red lips.

"I... yeah! But... aren't you a little... ehh..."

"I want to dress up a little, is that a problem?" she asked in a voice that had quickly turned challenging.

"Of course not, honey," I quickly agreed, reading the room quite clearly, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you," she said with a mollified smile. I was just wearing a shirt and jeans, my usual uniform when going to our parties - I almost wished I'd known she'd dress up, I could have worn a suit.

Kneeling down to tie my black sued shoes, I looked up at Barb who had a strange expression on her face.

"What?" I asked as I stood back up.

"Nothing, nothing," she said quickly. Way too quickly. Something was definitely up, and it wasn't all that difficult to figure out what was on her mind. Helen. Barbara hadn't seen her since the night when she and I shared that first kiss in Lisa-Ann and Tim's kitchen.

"Not nothing," I replied, "what's the matter? Helen?"

"Why would

she

be the matter? Why would I care about

her

?" she all but spat at me and we both looked a little shocked at her outburst. Was my wife losing it?

"I..." I began, not really knowing what I was going to say. Helen had not really been mentioned outside the bedroom, so I had no idea how to navigate this conversation.

"Are you gonna be with me at all tonight? Or does she need all your attention?" she said, in a cold voice, completely contradicting what she'd

just

said.

"Eh, look, Barb," I tried, caught off guard. Her face fell and she herself looked shocked at her own words.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, "I didn't mean it like that. It's just... Okay, yeah, I am thinking about her." She looked down.

"Look," I began, "I'm sorry if-"

"No, I'm sorry," she interrupted me again, "that was... uncalled for."

"Barb," I said in a serious voice and waited until she looked up into my eyes, "do you want me to... to end things with Helen?"

"Would you?" she asked in a small, vulnerable voice.

"Of course," I told her and drew her into a hug, "you're my wife, and I love you. That's all that matters." But even as my arms embraced her, I realised that I didn't

want

to end things with Helen. I

really

didn't. What the hell was going on with me?

"No," she said after a little while, "no. I'm just silly."

"You sure?" I asked, catching her eyes again.

"Yeah," she said with a smile, "yeah, I am. It's so... I dunno, exciting. Emotional. I get jealous sometimes. But then... the sex... and it's such a... a rush. I can't really describe it."

"Yeah, I understand," I agreed, trying to show compassion while hiding the relief I felt.

"And you... deserve the best. You're the best husband I could ever have, and you deserve a sexy girlfriend," she said.

"And a sexy wife," I grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood. She gave me a half-smile that seemed to say 'you have to say that but we both know it's not true.'

"Let's go," she murmured, ending all further discussion. Probably for the best, so off we went. This month's hosts were Greg and Marianne who lived about a five minutes walk from us - though had I known Barb would be dressed to the nines, we might have taken the car - especially since she walked a little unsteadily in her heels. But then I'd have had to stay sober to drive. Still, it felt a little unnerving to escort such a beautifully dressed woman down our usual street. Maybe because I felt under-dressed?

"So ehm..." she said after we'd walked a few minutes down the street, interrupting my musings "I'd like you to... if you could... if you get a chance to, eh..."

"Yeah?" I wondered.

"I'd like you to hook up with her tonight. At the party," she said and swallowed while looking at me out of the corner of her eye and chewing on her lower-lip.

"What?" I exclaimed and stopped to look at her.

"While they're all there. I'd like you to... with Helen," she repeated.

"You just complained she steals all my attention, and now you want...?" I asked.

"I said I was sorry! Just... forget about that. It was... it was nothing," she assured me, finally meeting my eyes head-on, "I'd really like if you could..."

"Barb, really? You want us to sneak up into Greg and Marianne's bedroom or something?" I wondered, disbelief clear in my voice.

"Or... maybe their basement? Or... or garden, once... everyone's good and drunk, maybe?" she suggested.

"Honey, we're gonna get caught. Someone's bound to notice..." I pointed out, "especially since... well, Helen's not exactly quiet, you know."

Her eyes lit up at that little tidbit and I could almost feel her excitement.

"Barb, I'm not fucking Helen at the party, okay?" I said slowly and deliberately. Christ, I couldn't believe I even had to say that. Weird that I had to specify that I wouldn't do it

at the party

. For most men, the line would have been 'I'm not fucking Helen' but me, I had to be more precise.

"Okay, okay," she said, "but then... maybe... maybe... something else?" She looked hopefully at me.

"Like?"

"Like... you know... I'll bet she'd love to eh..." she lowered her voice, "blow you. You could quietly slip away and... and have fun..."

What the hell do you say to that? It was crazy. We'd get caught. And for what? We could just do it at Helen's place again, why did we have to involve our friends?

"Honey," I tried, "why-?"

"Pleaaaase, James," she interrupted me, "it's not such a great sacrifice, is it? To... to have some... fun with Helen?"

She did have a point there.

"Well," I sighed, "maybe..." I really had no backbone when it came to women, did I?

She looked at me, then a slow, sexy smile appeared on her lips.

"Thanks, dear," she breathed and gave me a hug and took my hand as we continued on our way and soon made it to our destination.

"You know, if we just talked to Helen about all this, I'm sure we could-" I tried again.

"

No

, James," she cut me off.

"James, hey!" Marianne greeted me with an immediate hug when she opened the door, before turning to my wife, "and Barb! Wow, girl, you look...!" She moved as if to hug her but instead stopped and studied her outfit.

"Oh this?" Barb smiled with obviously fake modesty and smoothed an imaginary crease on her thigh, "well, I got a new dress and... wanted to show it off."

"You too? I wish I'd gotten the memo," Marianne replied in a dry voice. She herself was wearing a pale green, knee-length dress. Nothing ugly or anything but pretty plain compared to Barb's sexy little number.

"Too?" Barb wondered and looked at our host with questioning eyes.

"You'll see," she answered cryptically.

Barb and I looked at each other, shrugged and went inside. It seemed we were amongst the first to arrive, so we went straight to the living-room where we saw what Marianne had meant. In the middle of the room stood Greg and talked to a

very

attractive,

very

curvy blonde in a little black dress.

Greg turned to us with an enthusiastic "James! Barb!" and he and I shook hands before Barb gave him a hug. Helen in the meantime moved up and gave me the sauciest, little smile. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, to save a little face while my wife was in the room but I couldn't resist a quick look down her superb body. Her big boobs

really

filled out that dress and showed off a cleavage a man could get lost in. The thin, black fabric clung to her like a second layer of skin and showed us the shape of her lovely thighs before ending well above the knees.

Her make-up matched her dress: black eye-shadow, dark-red lipstick and long, fake black eye-lashes, and her nails were painted black too. Her long, blonde hair hung down her shoulders in silky-soft curls and around her neck was a black satin choker with a circular pattern of rhinestones

She was sexy as hell and, like Barb, way over-dressed for these little get-togethers.

My wandering eyes had not gone unnoticed and her smile turned wider, more self-assured. She had effortlessly captured me while my wife was just behind me. Honestly, Helen was vamped up in a way that made Barb even in her beautiful dress and artful make-up look boring, and they both knew it.

"Hello James," she all but purred and hugged me, and not the chaste hug friends do - especially when one friend's wife was right next to them. Instead, she pressed herself against me, pushing her soft, giant tits against my chest and even rubbed her crotch against mine.

"He-hey Helen," I croaked, my throat dry. She looked up at me and licked her lips, and I almost forgot about everyone else and kissed her. She seemed to know because she gave me a knowing smile, before she let go and turned to my wife who had finished hugging Greg.

"And Barbara," my lover smiled though she had lost some of her warmth.

"Helen," my wife replied, her lips a thin line, before she forced an unconvincing smile on them that disappeared in seconds. They gave each other a quick, performative hug.

"So good to see you," Helen said, "and what a beautiful dress." The words were perfectly fine but there was a definite condescending undertone.

"Thank you, it's new," Barb answered with a new, fake smile, "and you too. Though perhaps," she added with a pointed look down Helen's cleavage that was so clearly on display, "we didn't expect to see quite so

much

of you..."

Helen's beautiful smile turned ugly for a second. She leaned in and said something in a low tone to Barb that I couldn't hear. Barb made a face but didn't answer, and I was suddenly worried a cat-fight would break out right here and now.

Greg and I gave each other an uncomfortable look. He, of course, had no idea what was going on between the women, whereas I was just hoping this train-wreck of a meet-up would be over soon.

"Now," I said loudly before Barb could find a snide reply to whatever Helen had said and moved in between them, "why don't we go and find ourselves a glass of wine." I hooked my arm around Barb's and pulled her with me.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"Good idea, James," Helen said and slid her arm around my free one, clearly inviting herself along. I looked at her in surprise but then shrugged (better not to make a scene) and escorted my two ladies to the table where an open bottle of red and some glasses stood.

"Greg!" Marianne called from the kitchen, and he quickly exited the awkward situation while I poured us each a glass of wine, and toasted my two women who pointedly ignored each other. Barb quickly drained most of her glass in one, angry gulp and held it out for a refill while Helen gave her a mocking look.

"So, eh... Helen," I said while filling my wife's glass, "what have you been up to?"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I froze and gave Barb a quick, guilty look. After all, I knew exactly what Helen had been up to...

me

.

"Oh you know," she shrugged but gave me a smoldering look - a look I had seen before, most memorable when her lips where wrapped around my iron-hard cock - "I keep myself busy..."

Her low, sensual voice made my dick strain against my boxers... and made Barb empty her second glass.

"You thinking of dancing tonight, Barbara?" Helen asked my wife in a seemingly innocent voice.

"I... don't know," Barb answered, "why?"

"Well, just that you married the best dancer in the group," she said smiling at me, "so if you don't take him out, you can't expect the rest of us to stay away. You don't mind, do you?"

"I ehh..." Barb was trying hard to focus now, it seemed, "Of... of course not."

Thanks to her slender form and eh... smallish breasts, Barb rarely wore a bra. I was starting to wonder if she shouldn't have worn one tonight though, as her nipples were suddenly poking through her thin dress. She might be hissing at Helen like an angry cat but she didn't seem to mind her and me dancing. I didn't get it but then, I didn't have to.

"What do you say, James? Wanna have some... fun?" she smiled and swayed her hips in an inviting way.

"With you? Of course!" I grinned, and all three of us understood what I meant - though of course, Helen didn't know that Barbara knew.

The rest of our friend-group gradually arrived; Tim and Lisa-Ann, Richard and Isabelle and Eric and Sophia. And when next we saw Marianne, she had changed from her boring, ordinary dress to a hot little number, grey, tight and

very

short. Apparently, she had summoned Greg to watch the food and greet the guests while she changed so as to not be undone by my ladies. The unwritten rule about not outshining the hostess would not be broken on Marianne's watch!

She was actually very attractive, and the new dress was way more flattering for her impeccably smooth legs and tight butt. I made sure to compliment her on it, and she surely seemed to like the attention.

I noticed Lisa-Ann and Sophia didn't seem to care too much for this new trend. Sophia made a dry remark that she wished she'd been informed of the new dress-code as she certainly had some nice dresses she wouldn't mind showing off.

Neither Helen nor Marianne seemed to care, though Barb did duck her head when she heard Sophia's remark. It seemed that the next party was gonna be interesting...

Dinner started off a bit subdued but some alcohol and friendly jibes later, and all was well. I was seated next to Barb and across from Helen, so I had rich opportunity to entertain myself with my two women, so beautifully dressed. Only, Barb was not much fun. Maybe her gambit with dressing up, only to still be outdone by Helen and her magnificent body had taken the wind out of her sails. At any rate, she was pretty subdued, drinking more than speaking.

Oh well, I still had Helen, and she was always great fun - whether she was telling silly stories from her school or not-so-subtly stroking the stilk of her wine-glass up and down in a very suggestive manner while looking directly at me with that inviting smile she had. Between that and the way her cleavage kept flirting with me all through dinner, I really needed to get her alone. Maybe Barb hadn't been so crazy after all.

Maybe we could sneak up in Greg and Marianne's bedroom?

No, that would be mad. But I needed her so bad!

"Greg, dear, I think we're done eating," Marianne said finally and turned to her husband.

"Oh. Yeah," he nodded and it didn't take long for the food to be taken away.

"I'll just put the left-overs away if you strong men could move the table?" she said.

"Yeah, sure," we agreed, and we did so, creating a sizeable dance-floor.

"You remember you promised me the first dance?" Helen said as she came up to me and possessively slid an arm around my waist. Barb didn't say a word, just retreated back to the couch in the corner of the room, her hard nipples pointing the way.

"Sure, sure," I said, not really liking how brazen she was. After all, we really didn't want the rest of the gang to know we were fucking. And wasn't she supposed to hide it from Barb too? Since, to her mind, I was being unfaithful on the down-low.

Maybe she was as hot for me, as I was for her. And maybe she wasn't entirely sober either.

"Sure, we just need some music. Greggie?" I asked our host.

"Don't call me that... Jimmy," he grinned as he made his way to the loudspeakers, where a tablet was already set up. I made a face - I'd always hated being called Jimmy - and dragged Helen away from the others, giving us space to dance.

The music started and more couples moved out on the dance-floor, starting to dance.

"You look so hot!" I told Helen into her ear covered by the music, while I began to find my rhythm. That sexy, self-assured smile appeared on her face, and she bit her lower-lip in a flirty way.

"You think so?" she asked.

"Hell yeah!" I took half a step back and gave her the old elevator-look, lingering a bit on her exposed cleavage before stepping back up to her, "that dress is crazy-sexy on you!"

"I wore it for you," she told me in a husky voice, "since you haven't been over in almost a week, I wanted to remind you what you were missing..." She gave me a cheeky smile but there was something serious in the way she said it.

She

did

understand that I was married, right? If we needed to uphold the illusion that I was cheating on Barb - which Barb insisted on - then I couldn't very well leave my wife alone every night.

Did Helen suspect that Barb was in on it? No... why would she think that? Had we been to open about it? Christ, there were too many layers in this relationship, and I was

not

smart enough to keep all these balls in the air at the same time. Sooner or later, they were coming crashing down... and almost certainly on

my

balls.

I gave a sorta half-shrug as reply, and we continued the dance.

For the next couple of hours, we flirted, danced and had fun. I couldn't focus just on Helen, though. It would have been too obvious. I failed to convince Barbara to shake her legs, but I danced with Marianne, complementing her on her dress and having some fun with her. She was a good dancer and quite sexy, especially in that new dress.

However, I did

not

like when Greg danced with Helen. To avoid misunderstandings, I was glad that she was getting accepted as one of us again, but I hated seeing her have fun with that oaf Greg. He was a horrible dancer! And gimme-a-break, he kept bumping into her chest, like that was not on purpose. For Christ' sake, he just stepped on her toes! I could see how she suppressed a grimace of pain and managed to smile when he apologised.

I caught her eyes over Marianne's shoulder and rolled my eyes at Greg. She winked at me, and they continued the dance.

"Something going on with Helen?" my dance-partner asked. She had to go up on toes to say it into my ear to be heard over the music.

"Huh?" I quickly turned my attention to her.

"You seem to look at her more than me," she pointed out, a little tersely.

"Oh. Oh. Eh... No. No, I just enjoy watching Greg step on people's toes," I laughed.

She joined the laugh, probably happy it wasn't her feet that was being attacked this time.

"He tries so hard!" she mock-defended her husband with a giggle.

"Yeah," he I said, "though he'll never be able to do this." In time to the beat, I stepped up to her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up on my hip while leaning away from her.

"Ooh!" she gasped as she was partly lifted from the ground and grabbed me around the neck, "James!" I used the momentum to pirouette us around before setting her down on the floor again. It was a fairly simple lift but compared to Greg, it was light-years ahead.

She laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before letting go of me.

Some of our friends laughed and clapped and we grinned back and gave little bows. Barb stared intensely at me, and Helen didn't seem to find it impressive that I swung another woman around. Oh well.

Marianne and I found the rhythm again and danced more subdued for a little while.

"Wanna try again?" I grinned once I felt she had had enough recovery, and she nodded eagerly. I'd done this with Barb a few times when we took dance-classes but she was too stiff to do it properly, and I hadn't tried with anyone else, since I hadn't wanted to get too grabby-feely with any other woman.