Ten Year Reunion Ch 07

When we got back to the house, the girls sent Tanner and me upstairs to dress first. I took the bag of clothes that Addie had bought up to Tanya's bedroom (I'd started to thinking of my wife by their nickname for her). I showered earlier in the day after swimming so didn't think I needed to again. I brushed my teeth then shaved so my face would be nice and smooth for, hopefully, between Tanya's legs later.

I pulled the new black shirt and slacks out of the bag and put them on. I loved the feel of that silk shirt, never having worn silk before. It even felt sexy to me. It was too bad that I didn't have black shoes, the brown ones looked a little funny with all black clothes. Not bad, though. A little after-shave, hair combed, and I was ready to go; eighteen minutes total.

When I started down the stairs, Adriana and Tanya were sitting on the loveseat giggling about something. At the bottom of the stairs, Tanya had walked over and began to run her hands over my shirt, "Mmm," she purred, "I like it, sexy; you smell nice, too!"

My wife stepped over, right behind her, and started to rub a hand on my arm like Tanya had done. Tanya pushed her hand away, telling her, "Nuh-uh, Addie, he's mine. Hands off!"

I'm not exactly used to gorgeous women fighting over me and it felt good! While my real wife stood back and watched, my beautiful "day-wife" wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck with her lips. My brief respite from being sexually excited was over! This was the position his wife and I were in when Tanner joined us.

Addie gave Tanner a lingering kiss on the lips, then she and Tanya went upstairs to get ready for the night. Tanner and I watched our wives go up the stairs. I was wondering what they'd be wearing later and I suspected Tanner was thinking the same thing. He broke the tension in the room by telling me that there was a Mariner's game on and wondered if I wanted to watch it while we waited. I doubted that I could concentrate much on a baseball game but told him, "Sure."

It was a game being played in Cleveland, the Eastern Time Zone, so it was already the fifth inning and the Mariners were losing, three-nothing. Tanner and I sat watching the game, silence between us. The game was on in the background and I was vaguely aware what was happening but wasn't able to pay much attention to it. It seemed like an interminable amount of time that we waited. Tanner apparently remembered that he was a host and offered me something to drink while we waited. I really didn't, but asked if he had a diet coke. He brought a can and I asked if I could get it in a glass with ice. "Lots of ice," I told him.

Tanner returned to the kitchen and I heard his ice maker grinding ice. While I waited, I checked my watch. It had been over an hour since Tanya and Addie had gone upstairs. I didn't think it was fair, I'd only been eighteen minutes!

The Mariners tied the game in the ninth inning with four runs then the teams traded runs but ended up tied at the end of the tenth. I was pretty sure my nerves were a lot more on edge than any baseball players that night. I think after checking my watch that first time, I probably checked it every two or three minutes after that. Every minute seemed like an eternity. I had no idea how it could take so long to get ready for a simple dinner!

After another inning ended and still nothing from upstairs I got up and looked out the picture window onto their pool in the backyard. They had a beautiful yard and view. I remarked my thoughts on it to Tanner and he thanked me for the compliment. I wondered what we could do to our own yard. Maybe sometime we'd take Tanner up on his offer to design a landscape for it.

Halfway through the twelfth inning of the game, we heard from the top of the stairs, two voices in tandem, "Are you guys ready?"

Tanner and I looked at each other with that look of incredulity on our faces. Were we ready? They had to be kidding! "Yeah, you can come down," Tanner yelled back.

Tanner and I watched the stairs. I realized I was holding my breath when two beautiful women appeared on the stairs, an arm wrapped around each other's waist. I was in awe, I'd never seen my wife look like she did coming down that stair! Addie was wearing a shimmering gold dress (I later learned it was called gold lame'). It was thin, very thin... and very short! It covered her and wrapped around her neck, but the thin material emphasized every sensual curve of her body; her braless breasts, her nipples, the curves of her hips. The hemline was at least ten inches above her knees. From the looks of it, the dress couldn't have weighed more than a couple ounces.

I would never have expected to see my wife in a dress like she was wearing, even after that stupid "no-bra" bet we made the night before. This dress was one more thing, among many, that would have been completely unthinkable twenty-fours earlier! Her hair was flowing over her shoulders and she was wearing gold hoop earrings, a necklace and bracelet Tanya must have loaned her, and beautifully bright, red four-inch heels. Her fingernails had been painted red and polished to match the shiny red of her lips, dark eyeliner and makeup that accentuated the features of her face. Her dress, makeup, jewelry, shoes, it all added up to one thing: Sexy!

Then I remembered she wasn't even my date for the night. This was all for another man, the man standing beside me. My wife, this beautiful goddess, was his date for the night... and he'd be the one taking that dress off of her later! When she went straight to Tanner, my jealousy couldn't have been more obvious. When she turned her back slightly to me, I realized her dress was completely backless. Her back was totally bare just to below the small of her back... where Tanner, at that moment, was putting his arms around my wife!

I realized there was another beautiful woman in the room... my date for the evening... and night. Tanya was no less beautiful than Addie. If anything, even more so. Her dress was scarlet red, made of a silky material with a spaghetti strap around her neck and a deep 'V' that started at her cleavage down to several inches below her breasts. If anything, her hemline was shorter than Addie's, showing the lace at the top of her stockings. Actually, her dress looked more like a nightgown than a dress.

Obviously, my wife knows what turns me on... and she found it for Tanya to wear! Apparently, both women bought something for the other that they knew they wouldn't ever buy for themselves or wear if they weren't pushed into it. I know that Addie would never, ever have worn that gold dress!

When Tanya wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, her sexiness and her perfume about drove me totally senseless. She's so incredibly beautiful and her dress was so damn sexy! Her back was bare, soft and smooth. Her makeup was beautiful, shiny lips just begging to be kissed, eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul. My cock was rock-hard just being close to her and I had no idea how to survive the next few hours at a restaurant! Besides that, seeing my wife, dressed like she was, with Tanner was already multiplying the heat of my libido to an excruciating level, already!

We all climbed in the car; Tanner driving with my wife in the front seat beside him and Tanya sitting in the middle of the back seat beside me. Tanya didn't make any effort to keep her dress pushed down and it had scooted above the lacy top of her stockings. I felt like I was a nervous high school kid on the date of a lifetime with the most unattainable girl in the entire City!

After our seatbelts were all on, Tanner said, "Abbie, the Cavern." I don't think I'd ever get used to simply telling a car where to go... and it going there.

Once we'd started, Tanya leaned over to me and said, "Remember what I said earlier... about making them jealous? Well, I'd really like to do something right now that might accomplish that."

I nodded and Tanya kissed me on my neck. She put her hand on my opposite cheek, pulling my face toward her. She didn't have to pull very hard, my libido was awake and doing very well, thank you! Her other hand was behind my neck and it felt like an electric current passing through us when our lips met. Oh God, those soft lips! Her perfume was so sexy; I don't know what to compare it with, only that it was a big contributing factor in my heart's flip-flops! There were so many factors in those flip-flops that I couldn't even enumerate; her beauty, the sexy dress, her perfume, those lips, but probably most of all that such an intelligent, beautiful woman seemed to want me, an ordinary nerd!

One of my hands went to her breast over that silky dress. I squeezed her hard nipple through the material and she moaned into my mouth. I moaned as well as our kiss only deepened and grew more passionate.

I had met her a mere twenty-four hours earlier, almost unbelievable; the most beautiful and seemingly unattainable woman I'd ever met and here she was, in the back seat with me and in my arms, our lips together in a passionate embrace.

God, it was easy to forget that this beautiful woman was another man's wife. I was so damn hard that it felt like I'd surely rip through my new slacks.

I knew that what we were doing was wrong but there wasn't any possibility that I could stop. Tanya's tongue and mine were exploring each other's mouths. The most frightening, yet wonderful feeling was that I knew I was falling in love with the beautiful woman in the back seat with me. I knew it was inevitable, and I was powerless to stop it. I had no clue how to emotionally cope with the situation I was in.

Tanya and I made out nearly all the way to the dinner. By the time we finally arrived, I was ready to burst. She'd been careful to not touch my cock and I was thankful for that. If she had, I wouldn't have been able to resist embarrassing myself. My hands had wandered from her breasts to her legs, around her neck and back again.

I realized that Tanya had said she wanted to make our spouses jealous. But I was sure she was emotionally involved as well. Perhaps not as much as I was becoming, but the ardor in her kisses and her moans were so much more than that a simple effort to make her friend and husband jealous of us.

When we finally arrived in downtown Seattle and Tanya and I broke apart, I saw that my wife had turned the rear-view mirror so that she could watch us. Even though it was nearly eight o'clock, it was still light enough that she'd been able to clearly see everything we'd done in the back seat. I couldn't read her face to detect what her emotions were.

While the car was parking itself, Tanya whispered in my ear, "You had better wipe the lipstick off, your wife might suspect something." She handed me a tissue and I attempted to wipe my neck and lips. She took it from me, moistened it slightly with her tongue and wiped the remaining lipstick from my face. Just her gentle touch with the tissue sent my senses screaming.

Access to The Cavern is down a set of stairs through an opening in the sidewalk. I was amazed when we walked through the door into the building, it's straight out of the old west, like stepping back in time a hundred-forty years. Just inside the door is a plaque with a brief description of the history of the building.

It was good to stop and read it for a couple minutes; it gave my hard-on an opportunity to dissipate a bit. A short summary of the history is that downtown Seattle burned in 1889, then when they rebuilt it, the streets were filled in and everything constructed a story higher to prevent flooding from the tide. But first, a few buildings, including the one we were in, originally a dance hall, had already been rebuilt. The first floor of the rebuilt buildings was abandoned and forgotten until 1965 when it started to be opened again as a tourist attraction. The Cavern was restored and furnished in 1982 exactly like it was when it opened after the fire in 1890.

I looked around at all the old wood furnishings; gas lights, which I realized were actually electric made to look like gas; the old bar; scuffed wood plank floor; and a small stage. Some of it might have been added for its present use, but it all blended in, giving the impression that it was exactly like it would look in 1890. The only things out of place in the whole building were the plaque and a couple of exit signs that apparently had been added for safety sake.

Tanner paid the entrance fee of twenty-dollars each. There was a musician on the stage singing and playing guitar. The waitresses were wearing old-fashioned, short dancehall type dresses, red and black, fishnet stockings, flowers in their hair. The men were in western clothing; bow tie, vest, armband etc. They were all dressed much like in the old western movies. There was a notice just inside the door that all firearms had to be checked in, probably the same sign that had been hung on the wall in 1890. Behind the bar, on the wall, there was a life-size painting of a very attractive naked woman.

An original looking price list was on the wall as well; twenty-dollars for a bottle of whiskey, five dollars for a drink. Seattle was the last civilization for gold miners going to Alaska or the first for returning miners with their gold fortune and prices for everything were inflated even back then.

When the four of us walked in, Tanner and Addie, and Tanya and me holding hands, there were probably a dozen or so couples dancing and another dozen sitting at tables. Several heads turned toward us, no doubt checking out Tanner and me - Not!

One of the dance hall girls; a tall, pretty brunette, I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties, told us to follow her. Tanner and Addie followed behind with Tanya and me behind them. I watched my wife walking in that dress from behind. Damn! I'd have bet all three of our stores that she would never wear a dress like that in public. Her entire back was bare from that little halter around her neck down to just above her panties. Just seeing her like that, especially with Tanner, started to make me hard all over again.

Our waitress showed us to a table and with a beautiful smile on her face, said, "My name's Paula, I'll be your server. You ladies are beautiful tonight. Special occasion?" All four of us smiled at her question; if only she knew! Then she handed each of us a menu.

"Not exactly," Tanner told her, "out of town guests visiting that we haven't seen for a long time and we thought a double date would be nice." Then he told her his name and each of us did the same.

"Wonderful," She looked toward me and Tanya, "Where are you two from?"

"From Boise," I told her, "not that far but we haven't been here since my wife graduated from college. We came for her tenth reunion." I knew she thought Tanya was my wife, fairly obviously, but I wasn't going to tell her otherwise.

"Well, I hope you have a wonderful evening. I'll do everything I can to make it pleasant. What would you like to drink?"

Tanya, Addie, and Tanner each ordered a drink of some kind. Addie is a never-ending surprise as I didn't know she even knew the names of any alcoholic drinks, but it just rolled off her lips. I assumed we needed a totally sober driver and I wasn't keen on any alcohol anyway, so I ordered a glass of ice tea. While she finished taking our order I caught myself noticing that there was no ring on her ring finger.

After she left, Addie told me, "She's nice. You should have told her about our 'arrangement'. I bet she would have enjoyed it." That surprised me, I thought Addie would have been a little more reserved about telling a stranger we had swapped for the day... and night.

As if to emphasize what we were doing, Tanner leaned over and kissed my wife on the lips. I wondered what his hands were doing under the table. The thought of his hand on her thigh would have made my cock hard if it hadn't already been that way.

It was only a couple minutes until Paula brought our drinks and asked if we'd had a chance to look at the menu. Tanner told her, "Not yet, give us just a few minutes."

Their menu was actually pretty short for dinner; a few kinds of steak, salmon, shrimp, oysters, clams, and salads. Paula left us alone until we'd set our menus down, then came back to take our orders. Typically, I like a rib steak, but since we were in fish country, three of us ordered the grilled salmon. My dear wife, Addie, the real one, had to be different and ordered a crab salad.

Our conversation during dinner was normal, about kids, what we'd been doing over the last ten years and so on, but there was always the undercurrent of the sexual energy. Our wives were both dressed so provocatively and we all knew what was coming when we got back to their house, but no one wanted to talk about it. Tanner often had an arm around my wife and me an arm around Tanya, or we were innocently holding hands.

Occasionally, I caught that Paula, our waitress, was watching us, apparently out of curiosity. She was most likely smitten with Tanner's extreme good looks, but she could also have been taken with Addie's and Tanya's beauty and sexy dresses. She was often at our table bringing drink refills. I wanted so badly to get up the courage to tell her that his date was my wife and mine was his wife.

The dinner was outstanding, every bit as good as the menu had insinuated. The singer on stage was also very good, he sang a mixture of old and current country songs, along with occasional western poetry. I presumed that much of our cover charge was for the entertainment.

There were always couples dancing, except during the poetry when those dancing simply stopped for those few minutes and watched him tell his story. After we had finished dinner and Paula had cleared our plates away, Tanner asked Addie if she'd like to dance. She smiled brightly and said she'd love to and started to get up. Before she could though, Tanner whispered something in her ear. She glanced across the table at me and her face got a little red. I couldn't help but wonder what Tanner had said, perhaps something about her nipples being so obvious through her dress?

She finally appeared to make a decision and excused herself to go to the restroom, taking her handbag with her. I presumed she was going to check her makeup. She apologized and said she'd only be a few minutes. When she returned, I apparently had been right, her lips were a little glossier than before and her perfume a bit stronger. What I hadn't expected was that while Tanner was getting up to take her to the dance floor, she handed me something.

It was a little wisp of soft, lacy, gold cloth, very damp, her panties! She hadn't waited for any reaction from me, simply handed them to me and walked onto the dance floor with Tanner. I couldn't help but observe how damp they were. She was obviously very horny from the evening and expectation for the rest of the night. My mouth was agape in shock; my wife had gone dancing with Tanner in that very short and skimpy dress with absolutely not a thing on under it! Except for her silky, sheer, golden stockings.

The night before, my inhibitions and my emotions were muted by the little bit of alcohol I'd had. It doesn't take much to cloud my judgment. This night, I hadn't had any at all and I was nervous as hell about what I knew was about to happen. My wife was on the dance floor with her lover in a dress that was sexy as hell, no bra, no panties and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen! I remembered the butterflies in my stomach the night before, watching Tanner and Addie dance. Tonight, they weren't butterflies, they were eagles flying around inside me!

I knew then what I was going to do with her panties. I excused myself from Tanya for just a moment, saw that Addie's arms were already around Tanner's neck, their bodies crushed together and cheeks tightly against each other. With her arms around Tanner's neck like they were, her dress was pulled even higher, above the lacy top of her stockings.