Four weeks later, Melissa and I found ourselves at a small house party hosted by Greg and Lisa. We had been reluctant to go, but Lisa had insisted. I didn't like the idea of pretending for Greg that I didn't fuck his wife last month, while Melissa said she was nervous about every aspect of it. The word "awkward" did come up a few times in the days leading up to the party. On the other hand, secretly I hoped that Melissa and Lisa might fool around, which had the potential to lead to a repeat of our encounter four weeks prior. And I suspected Melissa secretly wanted her again, too.
A few days before, I suggested to Melissa that she wear her green dress for the party. With her dark skin tone and eye color, she looks great in that shade of green, plus the dress fits to her form and is cut mid-thigh, so it shows off her flat belly and long, athletic legs. I figured Lisa wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of Melissa, and those hands could easily reach up under the hem of that dress.
Then Melissa informed me that she, unfortunately, had to throw out that dress months ago because of a stain that wouldn't wash out. But since I suggested wearing a dress, Melissa took her friend Emily with her to go shopping for a new one, and I was not at all disappointed with the result.
Melissa was stunning in her new black dress. Like the green dress, it fit to her form and was cut mid-thigh. I couldn't help but watch her put it on before the party, since we share a closet, shelves, and drawers in the same bedroom. Having already seen the dress, I was thrilled when she slipped on a pair of red lace panties first. "Lisa is going to love those," I thought. My thrill turned to disappointment, though, when she put on a pair of sheer black pantyhose next. It made her legs look even sexier, of course, but they would prevent Lisa's and my easy access to Melissa's pussy later on, if such an opportunity were to arise.
The fact that the dress was strapless, though, somehow made all the difference. She put her hair up in a high, loose bun that exposed the entirety of her delicate neck. It allowed a view of uninterrupted, flawless skin from her dark hairline all the way down to the black neckline of the dress, which ran straight across about two inches below the start of her cleavage - low enough to be sexy but high enough to remain classy. She had considered wearing a necklace, but I talked her out of it. The small diamond stud earrings were the perfect amount of jewelry, I told her, and anything more would be too much.
I dressed up a little for the occasion, wearing a sports coat, dress shirt, and khakis, but I decided to err on the side of comfort, so I didn't wear a tie. I did not mind being underdressed in comparison to Melissa. It's a party, after all.
Just before we left home for the party, while reviewing herself in front of the mirror, Melissa pulled a couple thin locks of hair from the bun. It was a nice touch, as the locks framed her face and softened her overall look. "So beautiful," I thought. Her sage-colored eyes sparkled in contrast to the black dress. I approached her from behind and kissed her shoulder, and we smiled at each other through the mirror.
We purposely arrived at the party late. Neither of us wanted to expose ourselves to the possibility of arriving early enough that we would be the only guests there. We also liked the idea of everyone already being loosened up with alcohol before we met them, too. Especially Greg.
Music and the guests' many conversations were quite audible outside when we rang the doorbell of Greg's and Lisa's house. The alcohol was definitely flowing. Of course, Lisa answered the door. At first glance, all I saw was a blond pixie clad entirely in loose-fitting white linen. It gave her a relaxed look, but was far more formal than anything I had seen her wear before.
"You guys!" she shrieked as she lifted her arms high into the air. Melissa stepped inside before me, and Lisa's arms lowered to transform her exclamation into a hug. Lisa gave Melissa a quick, meaningless kiss on the lips, then turned to me and did the same as I walked in. It was a nice welcome. Melissa and Lisa had hung out once or twice in the last few weeks, but the last time I had seen Lisa, I was wiping my cum off her back.
I could feel Melissa tense up when she recognized Greg approaching us from across the living room. I wouldn't otherwise have known who he was, because if Melissa ever kept any pictures of him, I had never seen them.
Immediately I sized him up, exactly as all men do in the instant they meet someone new. Greg and I were about the same height and about the same build. He may have been slightly taller than me, but it could have been the heels of his dress shoes. Lisa had mentioned that he is a lawyer, so he was every bit as fit and polished as the stereotype I imagined. He was clean shaven and his light brown hair was perfectly combed, parted, and set in place. His suit was casual but looked expensive. Like me, he opted out of wearing a tie. His smile became visible as he approached us, revealing a perfect set of teeth. I could see that he was generally attractive to women, but I was confident he didn't outclass me.
"Melissa, it is so nice to see you again," he said as he reached for her. They exchanged a long hug as old friends would do, and I could see that it set Melissa at ease from the tension she felt a moment ago. When they parted, Greg added, "I'm so glad you came. Thank you." Looking at me, he asked her, "Is this your husband?"
"Yes," Melissa answered, "This is my husband, Mike."
Greg's handshake and smile felt genuine as he greeted me. "Mike, I am very pleased to meet you. Lisa has told me a lot about you, and I suspect we're going to be good friends. Come on in. Let me get you a drink. What would you like?"
Greg led me to the left from the front door area, through the living room, then to the right, toward the back of the house and into the dining room, which was separated from the kitchen then on my right only by a large kitchen island. The dining table was covered by several trays of various snacks. Beyond the table, a glass sliding door covered by vertical blinds led to what was probably a back patio, although it was not lit outside and the blinds blocked most of the view, so I couldn't be sure. On the island were probably a dozen different bottles of liquor, a bucket of ice, and a stack of red plastic cups.
"I'm not sure," I finally answered, looking over the various bottles, my mind unable to focus on any particular one. Instead my mind had begun screaming the question, "Does he know that I fucked his wife?" Perhaps this was some inward expression of guilt.
"How about a Manhattan to get you caught up to the rest of us? It's my go-to cocktail when I'm not drinking beer or wine."
"Sounds good. It's been a while since I had one of those. I usually stick to wine, but you're right about getting caught up. Sorry we arrived so late."
"Not at all. Things started to liven up only just before you and Melissa arrived." Greg's eyes looked to my right, as Lisa and Melissa had joined us. "Melissa, what can I get for you?"
"What's that you're making?"
"It's a Manhattan."
"Of course. I'll have one of those, too, if you don't mind. A little extra vermouth in mine."
"Yes, I remember." Greg flashed her a smile before returning to his work.
"How are we doing on ice, Honey?" Lisa asked Greg.
"We should be fine, Sweetheart," he answered.
Lisa sucked at her drink through a straw.
"What's that you're drinking?" I asked her.
"Vodka cranberry. But Greg has some simple syrup that he added to sweeten it up a little, so it's like candy. Want to try?" She lifted her cup and pointed the straw toward me.
"No thanks, I don't really like sweet drinks."
"Me neither," agreed Greg. "For me, that's a sure way to upset my stomach."
"Exactly," I said.
