I can't believe it actually happened. It seems like a dream now. Jenny came over to visit, and to invite me and my husband, Shawn, out to a fancy candle-lit restaurant for dinner with her and her husband, Alex. Shawn was not even listening, I had to get right in front of him to get his attention. The game was on, and nothing else could get inside his narrow field of vision. When he finally realized that I was asking him a question, he looked up and listened for a moment, shaking his head "no". He wanted to stay right where he was, in his big chair, with a drink in one hand and the remote in the other.
I turned to Jenny. "No, I guess we can't join you," I said, disappointed.
Jenny, looking back and forth between us, took me by the hand and led me down the hall to my bedroom. "Get some clothes," she commanded, "you are coming with us!"
I started to protest, but thought about how dull today would be sitting at home with Shawn, so I looked in my closet and chose a skirt and sweater.
"Not on your life," said Jenny, rifling through all my clothing, "This one!" and handed me a sexy spandex dress.
It was black and almost sheer, with short lacy sleeves, and I had bought it as part of my hooker outfit for the Halloween party we didn't attend. "I couldn't wear that!" I protested, but Jenny was insistent and started going through my underwear drawers, choosing a lacy black g-string, garter belt and push-up bra. Finding black stockings and a pair of impossibly high black "fuck-me" pumps, she declared my outfit complete. I was to go home with her and we would get ready together.
I packed all my clothing and toiletries in a bag, and nervously approached my husband. I told him that I was going out to dinner with Jenny and Alex, and that there were enough leftovers in the fridge for him when he got hungry. He grunted and waved me away like a mosquito.
Sighing, I turned to Jenny. "I guess he doesn't care," I muttered as we headed for the door.
As I left the house, it was almost as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The sun was shining, it was a gorgeous day, and I decided right then and there that I would have a great time! Jenny and Alex were a lot of fun and whenever the four of got together, Shawn never participated anyway. He always sat like a lump and let the rest of us carry the conversation. Maybe this would be even better, because I would not have to constantly worry that he was bored.
So, Alex waited patiently, as Jenny and I got into our evening-wear. Jenny was decked out as sexy as I was, with a matching red bra and panty set and garters to hold up her fishnet stockings. She looked stunning in her low-cut black mini-dress, and her pumps (which begged fucking every bit as much as mine did) made her legs curve nicely. I've always found Jenny attractive; her long raven hair and deep black eyes, and her kissable mouth rivaled her lush curvy body, and heavy round breasts. We had experimented with lesbian sex when we were roommates in college, but that stopped when I started dating what's-his-name. Um. Shawn! Watching her get dressed brought back memories of many exciting times with her.
After she finished dressing, she helped me with my hair. She added wave upon wave of volume to my mid-length chestnut hair, making me look like I'd just had a tumble in the hay. My brown eyes sparkled after she made up my face, and my lips looked full and red and poutier than ever. The dress I was wearing really hugged my body sexily (as spandex is wont to do), and my bountiful breasts stood proudly, nipples erect, with the help of my push-up bra. God, we looked sexy!
"God, you two look sexy!" commented Alex, when we emerged from the bathroom. He didn't look so bad himself! His long sandy hair was pulled back in a pony-tail, and he was dressed to kill in shiny black boots, black slacks, a black banded-collar shirt, and (to break up the somber tone) a tan suede vest. I looked right into his deep blue eyes, and I wanted to kiss him right then and there. Smacking myself mentally, I put that thought out of my head. As sexy as he was, Alex was married to my best friend in the whole world. I'd never dream of doing anything with him! Well, I could dream about it, but anything more would be out of the question!
God, I was horny! Shawn hadn't touched me in weeks. Or was it months? I couldn't remember the last time I'd been well and truly fucked. And here I was dressed like a slut, and fantasizing about making love to my best friend's husband. And my best friend!