By the time Kelly got back from Starbucks, I had succeeded in willing my erection to subside. I realized that Melissa was just teasing me and probably was testing out her womanly charms a little since she probably felt a bit rusty. Still, it had been quite a first day of living together, and I wasn't sure if my libido was up for all the stimulation. After a minute's reflection, I laughed at myself. Sure it was - I was 28 and hornier than when I was 18. I just hoped I didn't get myself into trouble.
Kelly kissed me on the lips and handed me a café mocha. She called out to Melissa that she had a coffee for her, and Melissa said she would be out in a minute. Kelly sat down on the couch and saw the cigarettes lying on the coffee table. She lit one and leaned back, slowly exhaling.
"So," I began, "I hear we're going out to the bar tonight." I saw Kelly smile as she took a drag from her cigarette.
"Not exactly," she responded. "You'd probably get in the way." She tried to keep a straight face at my hurt expression but ended up laughing. She kissed me sweetly and snuggled her head into my shoulder. "Not like that, silly. I think it needs to be a girls' night out. Melissa has been out of the dating scene for a long time and is going to want to meet some guys. If you're there, she'll feel like she has to entertain you too, and she won't meet anyone. Understand?"
Of course it made total sense. I told Kelly I'd just rent some movies and that they should have a good time. Meanwhile, it was getting towards dinnertime, so I got up to start some spaghetti, all the while sneaking peeks from the kitchen at my sexy wife as she smoked in the other room.
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Around 8:00, the ladies started getting ready. I pretty much stayed out of the way, relaxing with a book in the living room and enjoying the sight of two beautiful women running around half dressed. I could hear them talking faintly as they went from bedroom to bathroom, back and forth. As much as I tried to focus on the book, it was hard not to simply watch the sights. After all, my wife spent the better part of half an hour in black panties and fishnet nylons, walking around without a bra or top on.
"Which do you think, Kelly?" I heard Melissa ask. "This one, or these?"
"They're both sexy," Kelly answered. "Ask Biff, he knows what guys like."
I looked up to see Melissa in front of me wearing the sheer underwear set she had held up for me earlier. I could see all three of her rings through the ultra-thin material. My jaw more or less dropped at the sight. She had matched the bra and panties with a sexy pair of thigh high stockings, sheer with a lacy top, and was holding a pair of black, strapless high heels in one hand, and a tall black boot with a long zipper and a 4" wedge heel in the other.
"Which one is sexier, do you think?" she asked innocently, holding them at chest height next to her firm breasts. Although a difficult choice, I told her I thought the boot was the way to go. She smiled. "I knew you'd say that. Okay, the boots it is."
"Melissa, can you bring the cigarettes back with you?" Kelly called from the bedroom.
Melissa intentionally walked around to the opposite side of the coffee table so that, in bending down to pick them up, her tits hung down and were fully suspended in the cups of her bra. The sexy cleavage was hypnotic, and she definitely did it on purpose just to tease me. Then she smiled and walked back into the bedroom, lighting a cigarette as she went.
About a half an hour later, they re-emerged. This time, I could make no pretext of reading. They looked completely stunning. Kelly was wearing a wine colored leather skirt and a tight black halter top, with a sexy pair of high heels. Melissa had on a skintight silver top and a very short black skirt that nearly revealed the tops of her thigh highs. They had both played with their hair and teased it up a bit until it looked glamorous, fashionable, and quite alluring. Most intriguingly, they had on identical makeup, with a dark red lipstick that looked fabulous on both of them.
"What's with the matching makeup?" I inquired.
Kelly smiled and slid behind the more petite blonde. She pressed her body firmly against Melissa, hands sliding up her sides, past her breasts, as Melissa tilted her face back and sideways, air kissing towards Kelly's lips. "It will help in case we have trouble getting guys' attention," she teased me.
I could see that Melissa's mouth was open slightly and that her breathing was a bit shallow. Remembering her brief comment about girls earlier, I wondered if she was bisexual. She certainly seemed to be a bit aroused at Kelly's playful contact. I knew I was. I decided to play along a bit more.
"Not that I think that will be an issue," I reassured them. "And dancing together like that will get the attention of the entire bar. But how," I asked with mock naiveté, "does the matching lipstick help?"
Kelly gave me a patronizing smirk, knowing that I was manipulating the situation. But, since she had started it, she decided to play along. She leaned forward and let her lips glance against Melissa's briefly. Melissa's hand came up over her shoulder and touched the back of Kelly's head, pulling her in slightly, and I saw her tongue inch out to pierce Kelly's lips. The kiss lasted only a couple of seconds, but I had a feeling Kelly had gotten a bit more than she bargained for. She looked a bit flushed when they separated. Melissa winked at me, "The matching lipstick is so that we can fool around without mixing up each other's makeup."
I stood carefully, trying not to let my erection be too obvious. "You both look amazing. Have fun tonight." I gave Melissa a quick peck on the lips, and gave Kelly a bit more than a peck. Her hand brushed my cock through my jeans, and I felt her lips smile slightly as we kissed.
"Bye," they giggled as they went out the door. "Don't wait up for us!"
