It had to be the combination of the wine and lust in the air.
Diana and I met her sister, Cathy, and her husband, Mike, for dinner this Friday evening. The café had two seating sections, on inside, the other out close to the beach. We chose the beach seating, and thereby, had a longer wait. We passed the time at the bar.
Cathy was a tight little number, about 5' 3" but built to perfection. She had full, dark brown hair in waves and curls that brushed the center of her bare back. She was wearing a light yellow sun suit, obviously without a bra, as her dark areolas were very noticeable through the thin fabric. Cathy was also an incredible flirt.
My own Diana, blonde, with a short hairdo that was easy to maintain, wore a white middie tank top, white shorts and sandals. Mike and Diana hugged when we met. Cathy kissed Diana lightly on the lips, then turned to me.
"Do I get one of those, too?" I kidded..
"If you think you can handle it," she ribbed back, tilting her head up. As our lips met, I felt her mouth open and her tongue dart out to lick at my lips. Simultaneously, she reached around and grabbed my backside, pulling my hips into hers.
"Hey!" Diana protested, half in jest. "No fair!"
Mike put his hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face him. "Two can play that game," he bellowed, then gathered my wife into his arms for a short, but apparently passionate kiss. We all laughed good naturedly, but I could see that Diana had thoroughly enjoyed the attention.
The women took seats on the bar stools while we waited for the table. Mike stood next to Diana and I stood on the outside of our foursome next to Cathy. We ordered our drinks and continued the jibes and jousts of our usual teasing and flirting.
With her left hand, Cathy reached down and took hold of my half-hard cock, then turned her green eyes on me, with a small smile on her lips. "Not going to take much to get you going, is it?" she whispered. My cock twitched and throbbed in her grasp.
I put my hand on her knee and stroked the inside of her thigh. "Depends on what you've got on under there," I kidded. "Nothing on top, I can see. Very nice."
"Then you'll love what's below," she whispered in my ear.
Meanwhile, I noticed that Mike had his hand on the small of Diana's back. She leaned into him as he whispered into her ear. As far as I could see, both Diana's hands were on the bar close to her drink, so Mike wasn't getting the same treatment from Diana that I was getting from his wife. Cathy continued to surreptitiously stroke me. I was glad I was wearing a long shirt to hide my erection.
They finally called our names and Cathy led us through the restaurant, keeping close to me so her hand stayed on my cock as we maneuvered through the crowded room. Once we got to our booth, Cathy slid in one side and patted the seat next to her for me to sit there. I looked questioningly at Diana. She shrugged and moved to slide in, making room on her side for Mike.
"Is this getting a little out of hand?" I asked, looking at both Cathy and Diana. "Oh," Cathy said, giving me a squeeze under the table, "it seems to be in hand to me."
Diana looked at me and smiled. I saw her arm move as she drew Mike's hand onto her bare knee. "Oh, Brian," she said, "you worry too much. Don't be such an old fuddy. Come here," she directed, lifting herself off the seat and across the table to kiss me. It was a stretch for me, too. The little kiss lasted less than two seconds.
"My turn!" Cathy announced and leaned over to kiss Mike. We all broke up at the effort required to kiss our spouses catty-corner across the table.
"This is much easier," Diana proclaimed, turning to Mike and kissing him squarely on the lips. They held that kiss about five seconds longer than they should have. Cathy didn't fail to notice.
"Although it seems overdone, considering," Cathy said, giving my cock a hefty squeeze, she then turned her face up to me to be kissed. This time, she drove her tongue between my lips, and mine met hers, savoring the sweet slickness.
We were interrupted by our waitress, Stacy, who remarked, "I like serving folks who are in love."
The four of us giggled at her observation. Diana pointed at me. "My husband," she told the waitress. Bill nodded to her. "My wife."
"Oh," the waitress didn't skip a beat. "This may be even more fun than I thought!" That brought forth bursts of laughter all round.
We placed our orders with Stacy, including two bottles of wine to go with dinner. She said she'd be right back with our salads.
Mike excused himself to go to the restroom. After he slid out of the booth, I felt a foot scraping up my leg toward my knee. I examined the geometry in my mind and determined it was Diana's foot. I looked at her and smiled.
"Getting frisky, aren't we?" I said.
"Um hmm," she murmured, leaning back to extend her leg and brush her foot along my thigh. When her foot came into contact with Cathy's hand, still clamped onto my manhood, Diana froze. She looked at me, and then at Cathy.
"So that's what's got him all flushed," she said. I felt her rub her foot along my thigh, caressing me and Cathy's arm and hand where they lay across my lap.
"Should I apologize?" Cathy asked.
