Authors Notes:
This isn't like other stories I have written and will move at a slower pace.
I would like to thank Goof, my editor-in-chief for the editing done on this story. I couldn't have done it without your help!
A week had passed, and, other than the normal text messages, Linda and Beth hadn't spoken about the theater.
"What are you doing today?"
Beth asked.
"Nothing, really. Just another boring day. Why?"
Linda responded.
"Great! I have a reservation for an early afternoon lunch at the same place as last time. Do you want to go?"
"Sounds like fun
," Linda sent back, looking around the empty house. Bret wouldn't be home for hours, and getting out of this place for a while sounded like a heavenly idea. Her daydream was cut short by a ding from her phone.
"Why don't you wear that costume you had on for Halloween?"
"I can't wear that out to a restaurant!"
Linda snapped back a text.
Bret had talked Linda into wearing a sleazy wife costume consisting of a short black skirt, a white belly shirt, a red shelf bra, a red suspender belt with black stockings, a black thong, and high heels. She had felt self-conscious the entire time she wore the outfit at Beth's Halloween party.
Everyone kept staring at her, and some men and a few women had made inappropriate comments.
"Sure you can. Come on, I will wear mine. It will be a blast! Just think about that waiter who kept sneaking glances at you. He will trip over his tongue seeing you in that outfit."
Beth egged her on, adding the exploding mind emoji.
Linda thought about it. Beth's costume was just as revealing, and if she wore it, then maybe it would be ok. After all, it was lunch in the middle of the day. What could happen?
"Fine,"
Linda said before she could back out.
"See you at 2 pm
," Beth said.
Linda shook her head, wondering if she would be able to wear the outfit. As usual, when thoughts like wearing or doing something that went against her upbringing surfaced, she thought of her mother.
Mom would be furious
, Linda thought as a smile spread across her face.
Linda finished what she had been working on and went to get ready.
"Going out with Beth for a late lunch. No Idea when I will be back. Love Me."
Linda sent a text to Bret. She knew he was in meetings and wouldn't get this until later.
Bret could fend for himself if he gets back before I do
, Linda thought as she walked into the master bath to get ready.
She stripped and looked in the mirror, her medium-sized, teardrop-shaped breasts seeming large on her small frame.
"Need to shave," Linda commented, noticing stubble on her legs and more hair around her pubic mound than should be there if she was wearing a thong.
A few minutes later, she was in the final stages of cleaning up the hair above her pubic mound when a wicked idea popped into her head. With a giggle, she carefully removed the remaining hair until what was left looked like an arrow pointing to her pussy.
"That will drive Bret nuts," Linda said as she washed the soap off and dressed in the slutty wife costume.
"Now I remember why I hate this outfit," she muttered as the shelf bra forced her breasts up and made them even larger than they were, stretching the material of the shirt and leaving very little to the imagination.
You can see my nipple and areolas
, Linda thought. She went to her closet and found a blazer that matched the skirt and would let her hide the see-through shirt.
The rest of the outfit barely covered her ass and crotch, and the red suspender tabs attached to the stockings were visible no matter what she did.
Finally, she gave up and grabbed her purse. Thankfully, her car was in the garage. She didn't want to deal with her next-door neighbor, Jed. The guy creeped her out as it was, staring at her every time she was outside. She would hate to imagine him seeing her in an outfit like this.
Thanks to the dark-tinted windows, the drive to the restaurant was uneventful. Parking the car in the lot, Linda fought the skirt to keep it down enough to cover her ass while she walked inside.
"Can I help you?" The woman at the counter asked, frowning at Linda's outfit.
"I'm meeting a friend," Linda said, blushing.
"I'm afraid we're not that kind of restaurant," the hostess said, looking at Linda's clothes.
"What?" Linda asked, confused until it dawned on her.
It was the outfit. "No. It's not that kind of friend. She dared me to wear my Halloween costume. She said she would wear hers..."
Linda trailed off as a laughing Beth walked up wearing a pair of slacks and a top.
"Got you," Beth cheered, putting her arm through Linda's and pulling her after her into the restaurant.
Linda let herself be guided to the table, quietly stewing over the trick that Beth had played on her.
"I can't believe you did this to me," Linda snapped at Beth after they were seated in a booth across from each other.
Beth was still chuckling, tears running down her cheeks.
"You should have seen your face when I walked up," Beth chuckled, wiping the tears on her napkin.
"I look ridiculous in this outfit," Linda snapped, still very angry with Beth.
"Oh, come on, you look fucking hot and you know it. Hell, half the restaurant was following you as you walked over and sat down. You can't honestly tell me that the attention doesn't make you feel good."
Linda wasn't going to concede anything to Beth right now.
"Why didn't you wear your costume like you said you would?" Linda demanded, pushing the menu that Beth handed her away.
"I didn't think you would wear yours and didn't want to be the only one dressed like a slut at the restaurant," Beth commented.
"So it's ok that I'm the only one dressed like a slut here?" Linda fumed.
"Look, let's drop the angry Linda act. It's done. You can either leave and go back home or stick around and find out what I want to talk to you about. If you stay, no more being pissed at me. Okay?"
Linda thought about just leaving. They had been friends for a long time, and Linda knew deep down that Beth didn't mean to hurt her or piss her off. She just thought it would be funny and didn't think about how Linda would feel about it.
"You're a fucking bitch," Linda said, but she picked up the menu and started to look for something to eat.
"Guilty," Beth admitted, smiling. She knew that Linda would forgive her. She always did.
Beth noticed that the waiter was approaching. The same guy had flirted with Linda the last time they were there.
"Lover boy is coming this way," Beth hinted, pointing with her eyes.
"Stop," Linda dismissed, not wanting Beth to get started on that again.
"Hey, take off the blazer."
"No," Linda refused strongly, uncomfortable at how much would be on display if she did.
"Come on. You have clothes on, for fuck sake. Just tease the boy a little," Beth made a sad puppy face at Linda.
"God, you're impossible," Linda relented, but she removed the blazer and laid it next to her in the booth.
"Can I get you, ladies, something to drink?" the waiter asked, his eyes going from Beth to Linda, where they stuck on her barely covered breasts.
"Bring us a bottle of the house white wine," Beth answered for both of them.
The waiter glanced at Beth before looking at Linda's shirt and clearing his throat. "Excellent choice. I'll be right back."
"I bet he will," Beth giggled to Linda as the server hurried off, trying to adjust his growing erection without being too obvious.
The wine arrived, and the two women drank most of the bottle, with Beth making sure Linda got more than she did before their meal was served.
Beth looked at Linda over the rim of her wine glass as the meal wound down.
"I got a message from Hank today," Beth introduced, running her finger along the rim of the glass.
"Hank?" Linda asked. She didn't know anyone by that name.
Beth looked around before leaning forward.
Linda leaned in as well.
"Yeah, the black guy that fucked me in the ass at the theater the last time I went," Beth whispered.
Linda felt her eyes get bigger as she remembered the story Beth had told her the last time.
"He wants me to go to the theater today. He even sent a picture to remind me of his cock."
Beth held up her phone and showed the picture to Linda.
"Oh my God," Linda muttered, her hand covering her mouth as she looked at the largest cock she had ever seen.
"Look at the next picture," Beth said, watching Linda closely.
Linda swiped, and the next picture was even more graphic. It showed Hank's cock half buried inside a white woman's ass. Looking at the woman's face, Linda realized it was Beth!
Linda looked up at Beth in shock.
"Yeah, he took that when he fucked me last time," Beth commented.
Remembering the story, Linda looked more closely and saw other men around Beth with their cocks out, and it looked like Beth might have been covered in sperm.
"Was this from the time you told me about?" Linda asked, starting to hand the phone back to Beth.
"Yes. There are more pictures," Beth admitted, not taking the phone from her friend.
Linda swiped again.
The next photo had Beth on her knees, sucking some other cock. Each photo had Beth in a different position with a different man, either getting fucked or sucking a cock. The last photo showed Beth kneeling with cum covering her face and leaking out of her pussy, running down her leg to a puddle below her on the floor.
"It was real," Linda muttered, unable to take her eyes off the photos. She had half thought Beth had embellished the entire thing.
"Yep. I have a link to a video that was shot if you want to watch it," Beth offered, watching Linda closely. The alcohol was working to lower her inhibitions. An hour ago, Linda would have pushed the phone back at the first picture, wanting nothing to do with it. Now, she was flushed, and Linda's right hand had dropped below the table as she moved between the pictures. Even more telling, Linda's nipples were rock hard and very visible through the shirt.
Linda seemed out of breath as she handed the phone back to Beth. Beth captured Linda's right hand and sniffed her fingers.
The little slut was rubbing herself
, Beth thought as she let Linda's hand go.
Beth had an idea to see how far Linda would go. "Hand me your panties," Beth commanded, extending her hand across the table.
"What?" Linda asked, sure she had heard her friend wrong.
