Sandra is your typical girl-next-door, suburban mom from New Jersey, but she has a naughty side that she loves to explore every once in a while. Bottom line...she loves being with beautiful women. Their smell, their softness, how they taste, everything about them turns her on.
She didn't realize any of this until one evening about a year ago when she spent a memorable few hours with her good friend (my wife) Jen and our neighbor, Katie at our home. They were part of a book group which was chock full of good looking moms from the neighborhood and had just finished a group discussion on "Tipping the Velvet" a love story about two lesbians in the Victorian era. The book was intense and during the course of the conversation some of them had wondered aloud whether such a relationship was possible for straight women. It wouldn't be long before they found the answer to that question.
Sandra is an incredibly sexy mother of three in her early forties with reddish blonde hair and a killer smile. My wife is a pretty brunette who looks 10 years younger than her age, enjoys showing off her great legs and flawless ass and is as wholesome as she is hot. Katie is a petite, dark haired beauty in her late thirties who looks a little like one of the stars from Sex and the City.
The evening started innocently enough. It was a sultry, hot and humid summer night so both Jen and Katie were wearing sleeveless tops and shorts that accentuated their great butts and legs. Sandra had on a short jeans skirt and cotton top. It had just started to pour outside so nobody was in any hurry to leave, especially since the discussion was far from over and far too intriguing.
Judging from their body language I was sensing that they all three of the ladies had some less-than-pure visions and thoughts going through their heads during the book discussion. They were all squirming a little in their seats, either from being slightly uncomfortable with the subject matter or maybe being somewhat titillated by it. The fact that they were "stuck" in a house with other women they all found mutually attractive only seemed to add to the allure.
The discussion was very cerebral at first, talking theme and character development, but soon became a little more suggestive and flirty, especially during the interaction between Katie and Jen. Although Sandra never had any serious inclination to indulge in such activities, she always found it a little fascinating and potentially sensual. She was just taking it all in. She was getting a little warm with the wine and had removed her shoes to get more comfortable on the couch.
They continued to sip their wine and martinis, unsuccessfully trying to casually move away from the topic at hand and engage in small talk. Jen turned to her two friends and asked very casually, "I kind of feel weird about asking you guys this, but since the rain isn't letting up and it seems like we'll be here for a while, would you mind offering your opinion on some new lingerie I bought and haven't worn yet?"
"Oooh, I love lingerie," cooed Katie. "Will would let me buy a new piece every week if I asked him." Sandra just smiled and shook her head in agreement. This was not a typical activity for a book club but they both assumed that Jen would return with the lingerie in the Victoria Secret bag, price tags and all.
They weren't totally prepared 10 minutes later when my beautiful wife made her way down the steps in heels and a silky white robe, obviously hiding her new purchase underneath. Katie's dark brown eyes got as wide as saucers. Sandra was also pleasantly surprised at the prospect of getting a close-up view of my soon- to-be scantily clad wife.
Jen paraded around for a few seconds, then turned her back to them and slowly dropped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall at her feet. They now had a perfect view of her shapely butt. The strip of lace nestled between her cheeks barely covered her womanhood. An audible mmmm emanated from Katie's lips as her eyes travelled the length of Jen's smooth body, admiring her white bra, matching panties, garter and heels.
Jen turned around to face them and you could hear a pin drop. The lace triangle in front was essentially transparent and it was obvious that my wife kept a very tidy and sparse love nest. Both ladies were speechless. After about 30 seconds of awkward silence, Katie blurted out, "Damn Jen, that is hot. Your hubby will be drooling when he sees you in that."
"I'm drooling now...I mean that's really pretty," stuttered Sandra, still having trouble getting the words out.
"You know, I have a few other items that you two could model if you are up for it. You'd both look great in all of it. We could have a mini-fashion show. Come pick something out," Jen said.
"If anything you have up in your lingerie drawer is as sexy as that little number I'd love to try it on," Katie quickly responded.
Sandra, being a little more conservative, stayed behind while Jen and Katie disappeared up the steps. "I'll see you guys in a few. Don't stay up there too long," she joked. Jen grabbed Katie by the hand and led her up her bedroom. Once they were out of sight Sandra picked up the novel again and sought out a few passages she had highlighted. The sections were among the most intimate and graphic, describing in detail how women make love to each other. She began to let her mind wander and fantasize about what it would be like to be with another woman, to feel their fingers, tongue and lips caressing her.
Not hearing much activity from her two friends she took advantage of the opportunity to slowly run her right hand over her blouse as she continued to read the novel. Rubbing her nipples through the fabric she closed her eyes for a moment. The visual of Jen's creamy thighs and spiked heals was freshly in her mind. A few minutes passed and she started to imagine that Jen and Katie had snuck upstairs to engage in activities other than trying on lingerie. The serenity of her fantasy was rudely interrupted by the sound of the two women coming back down to the living room.
As if Jen didn't look delicious enough, Katie showed up in a black babydoll with matching panties, open in the front which highlighted her tight stomach and covered about as much as Jen's. She had on heels and had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Sandra now wished she had picked out something sexy for herself to model. She was clearly overdressed but thoroughly enjoying the view and what might be unfolding before her. Jen followed Katie carrying what looked like a large make up bag.
"You need to give Sandra the full effect," Jen said to Katie. "Turn around." She did so and lifted the babydoll to let Sandra see what two perfectly shaped ass cheeks looked like.
"Wow, I'm not sure who looks better from behind. I think I need both of you to bend over so I can get a better view," suggested Sandra only half-seriously. Much to her delight both ladies obliged. They even spread their legs slightly for her benefit. Sandra felt a bit of a twinge between her thighs. For the first time she began thinking that these two beauties were a little too comfortable with each other's half naked bodies to be doing this for the first time. Not a distrustful person, she just brushed it off to them having a little fun at her expense.
"I think I need a refill," Sandra muttered to herself. She excused herself to the kitchen to grab another glass of wine and throw a little water on her flushed face.
"Are you sure you don't want to try on anything lacey or silky," Jen yelled into the kitchen.
"I'm kind of modest. I'm not ready to model in front of you guys," she replied.
Katie chimed in, "Well if you're not ready for that can we at least see what you have under your cute skirt?"
"OK, but only a quick shot." Sandra stood up, lifted her skirt above her waist for a teasing five seconds to reveal a sexy pair of blue lacey panties. She had lighter hair so she appeared clean-shaven although Jen was guessing she had a landing strip." You like?" Sandra giggled.
"What's not to like. Great bikini lines," replied Jen. "I have a blue camisole upstairs that would nice over those panties."
"I'm thinking the camisole would look even nicer without those cute panties," offered Katie. Sandra blushed slightly, although it was hard to tell it was from the wine or a reaction to Katie's suggestive comment.
"Well" said Sandra, obviously getting a little turned on by the tone the evening was taking, "maybe after a few more cocktails, I'll lose mine if you lose yours," she said with a demure smile.