It had been a long week. My big, beautiful wife Sandy had been torturing me all week with remarks about something pleasurable happening on Saturday afternoon. I tried every trick I knew to get it out of her, but the only thing I knew was that Kevin would be involved.
Sandy ran down the stairs that Saturday morning with her magnificent breasts bouncing free and unfettered by a bra while I finished my bowl of cereal.
"You'll have to worry about the yard later, Mikoli!" Sandy was grinning at me. "I need you to help me clean the house before this afternoon."
"What's the big deal? Kevin's already seen it before."
"That's not the point!" Sandy scolded me. "A house needs to look nice for company! Please help me with the housework?" Sandy pouted to me in that whiny, baby-like voice that turned my knees to jelly.
"Okay." I answered dejectedly.
For the next two and a half hours, we worked together cleaning the house. Afterwards, I sat on the couch relaxing, drinking a cold Pepsi. Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich. We had kissed and touched a few times during the morning, but Sandy had rebuffed me every time I had tried to go further. She kept telling me to wait until that afternoon.
"I'm going to take a shower and start getting ready for this afternoon." Sandy said with a giggle. "You can shower when I get out."
When I walked out of the bathroom a while later, clean and fresh; I saw Sandy standing beside the bed wearing a bright yellow sun dress. It wasn't quite "see-through", but I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric of the dress. The little guy jumped to semi-erect state in a millisecond.
"Calm down, big boy." Sandy giggled at me. "I laid some clothes out for you on the bed."
Sandy had laid out a dull red pull over, collared shirt and khakis for me, but she stopped me when I went to retrieve a pair of socks and briefs; saying something about me not needing them. I dressed in the clothes she had picked out for me while I watched her slip her feet into a pair of bright red heels.
"Sandy put a lot of thought and preparation into this." I thought to myself.
"Don't take too long up here." Sandy adjusted her dress and headed downstairs. "Kevin should be here soon."
I sat next to Sandy on the couch holding her hand, nervous and excited at the same time. I heard a car pull up outside and a minute later there was a knock on the door. Sandy directed me to the door. I opened the door and motioned to Kevin to come in.
"Mikoli, this is Kevin," Sandy said. "Kevin, this is Mikoli."
"Hello, Kevin. Welcome to our home," I said to Kevin. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Not right now, thank you." Kevin replied.
Sandy reached out and took us both by the hand. She walked to the couch, pulling us with her. Sandy sat on the couch and motioned for Kevin to sit on her right side, me on the left. We sat making small talk as Sandy alternated from holding mine and Kevin's hands and rubbing her fingers lightly up our arms. I was waiting on Kevin to make the first move and he must have been waiting on me.
"Come on already!" Sandy spoke after a few moments, her tone a little angry. "We all know what we're here for!"
Sandy turned to Kevin, pulled his head to hers and started kissing him passionately. I lifted myself up on one knee so I could reach the back of Sandy's neck and put my left hand on the side of Sandy's left breast. I placed a couple of kisses on the back of her neck before she broke from kissing Kevin.
"Stop, Mikoli!" Sandy implored me. "Just sit there and watch for now. I'll let you know when to join in."
I sat back down beside them. Sandy and Kevin continued to kiss each other and I noticed both had started breathing harder. I watched as Sandy grabbed Kevin's right hand and placed it on her left breast. I watched as Kevin fondled her breast through her dress and my dick got so hard I was afraid it would burst through my khakis. While Kevin caressed and squeezed her breast, I saw Sandy run her hand down Kevin's stomach to his crotch. She started rubbing his cock through his slackers. Five minutes later they were both panting for breath.