Just looking into the room was enough to make my tummy flutter. My husband, Mark, had set up his study for our big night. I stood in the doorway, trying to imagine the scene he planned for later that evening.
Mark had his two prized Manchester chairs facing each other. Not three full paces separated them. He had aimed two of the overhead track lights to cross their narrow beams. Each of the antique red leather chairs was in its own spotlight. The effect was dramatic. The rest of the room faded into darkness.
"Checking my little stage, are we, Mia?
Mark's sudden remark startled me. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. I turned. He was smiling. I said, "I think I know what you have in mind. I am a little curious about how you see all this happening."
"In due time, my dear. Now, shouldn't you be checking something in the kitchen. Ian will be here soon."
I nodded and took one last glance into the study. Mark was right, as usual, I did have to check the roast and start cutting up greens for the salad. Dinner was the pretense for the three of us getting together.
I lost myself in kitchen busy work. A half hour passed. Then the doorchime sounded. I listened as Mark welcomed our dinner guest.
"Ian says he passed through a bit of rain coming from town."
The two men stood in our little dining area. Ian was smiling. My tingles returned in a flash. I felt the color rise in my cheeks. There was no question he was a handsome man. Ian and I shared the same age, twenty eight. We were both seven years younger than Mark.
"You look lovely tonight, Mia. New blouse then?"
I was flattered that he noticed. "Yes, actually Mark brought it home just this afternoon."
"Well, good taste, Mark. Lovely job of modeling, Mia."
Fact was, my husband had specified my entire ensemble for the evening. The white silk blouse covered a delightful little white demi-bra. My full navy skirt was quite unusual. It buttoned all the way down the front. Of course, Mark had also insisted on sheer nylons, held by a garter belt, and panties to match my bra.
"Thank you, Ian. So kind of you to notice."
Just looking at his boyish, charming face made the memories rush back. It has been just a week ago. The three of us had enjoyed ourselves at the local pub. Mark had insisted Ian return with us to our house. After consuming more than his share of ale, Ian had been in no condition to drive.
That night had been the first step in the realization of Mark's long held fantasy. Sometime during our first year of marriage he had shared his desire to watch me get thoroughly fucked by another man. Over time he had convinced me to go along. Our problem had been in finding the right man. Then Ian came along.
I left them, that night, in the living room, and went to change for bed. I thought Mark was going to prepare the couch and follow me. Instead, the two of them got into more bottles of ale. Their drinking picked up where they left off at the pub.
When Mark failed to come to bed, I went looking. I found the two of them sitting at the dining table. I couldn't refuse their invitation to join them. After a few minutes, Mark pulled out the game of "drink or forfeit" and seemed keen on playing.
My luck was no better than usual. And I was distracted. Sitting with Ian, in only my pj's and a light robe, I felt like a tease. Every reach forward had our guest peeping down the front of my light wraps. Mark has always loved my breasts, says they are the perfect size and shape. My sensitive little nips do point slightly up. Ian's wandering eyes and smile told me he agreed.
The early forfeits were tame stuff. Then I lost and drew a dilly of a card. The forfeit was "kiss the penis of the first man to your left". Of course, that meant Ian. We all laughed. Then it was Mark pressing the issue.
"Come on then, sport. Pull out your willie and let Mia give it a kiss."
"Don't think I won't, you know."
Ian looked back and forth between Mark and I. My heart was suddenly racing. Mark had shared his fantasy many times. His dream of watching me take another man's hard cock in my hot little pussy had never progressed beyond the talking stage. I knew then he had decided to make it true. Ian was the one, if I was willing.
"Let's see it, Ian. Mia can't give it a proper kiss through your trousers."
Ian stood. His fingers found his zipper. His eyes were fixed on me. He smiled and his body wavered just a bit. I looked down. He held his exposed cock with one hand. And a lovely cock it was. I judged it somewhat larger than Mark's, even though he was just partly erect.
I kept staring at it. Ian took a step. Then it just seemed so natural to lean forward and plant a nice wet kiss. My puckered lips touched his cockhead. Our brief connection was delicious. I pulled back, giggling. Ian put away his manhood and sat. Mark offered his best golf clap. "Well done, you two. Kissing a new cock agrees with you, my dear."
A good bit of drinking followed. Then I got another forfeit. The card said "lose one article of clothing". Simple enough, I thought. But I was only wearing my pajama top and shorty bottoms under my robe.
Ian was smiling like a wolf just spotting a herd of sheep. I slipped off my robe. My pj top was just a flimsy, short sleeve little thing, cut low in the front. I could tell Ian enjoyed the sight of my hard nipples pressing against the fabric. The soft skin between my breasts was also exposed to his eyes.
"You look absolutely angelic, my dear." Mark said smiling.
Ian chimed in, "Couldn't agree more, angelic you are."
I stood and went to fetch more ale. I knew both men enjoyed the sight of my body in just pajamas. More drinking kept the game going. Then I had to draw another card.
I picked up and read it. My heart leaped. It couldn't be. I looked at my grinning companions. Mark tried to look concerned, "What is it dear?"
Of course they knew. I tried to look angry. Then I changed my mind. The drinks were a factor, I suppose. Mark's long held fantasy was a factor. In the end, the decision was mine.
"Why isn't that strange. The card says I lose another ariticle of clothing."
Those two naughty rogues laughed out loud. Ian kept watching Mark. My husband recovered his composure, although he couldn't stop grinning. Even when I grasped my top button, he just smiled.
I gave it my best tease. Each button became a little project. My fingers had an attentive audience. Then it was done. I slowly separated the sides of my pj top and exposed my titties for their hungry eyes.
Ian let out a little whistle. Mark grinned and said, "Didn't I tell you she had a delightful pair?"
"Indeed you did. And indeed you do have lovely breasts, Mia."
