Even though nothing had ever been discussed, the outcome of our evening with Suzanne and Jeff was already predetermined. My wife, Lisa, and I were meeting Suzanne and Jeff at the Hyatt for drinks to celebrate the recent completion of Jeff's screen play. More importantly, we were also meeting to repay a debt. It had been in this same hotel, a couple of weeks ago, that Suzanne, Lisa, and I had explored the now apparently limitless boundaries of our friendship. The resulting menage a trois between the three of us had opened our eyes to a whole new world of sensual pleasure. Tonight Jeff was going to be indoctrinated to that pleasure as well.
I sat on the bed and watched my wife dress for the evening. Lisa looked exceptionally beautiful as she stood, clad in only a black thong, before the vanity mirror. Her smooth skin was tanned dark brown. Knowing that I was watching, her dark cherry red nipples were showing their arousal. Lisa's tits, while not large, had maintained a perfect champagne glass shape. However, it was Lisa's ass that had always drawn the most attention from men, myself included. As I watched Lisa, it was obvious that her ass was what thong designers always had in mind.
"Should I wear a bra tonight?" Lisa asked playfully while watching me in the mirror.
"I don't know," I said. "Are your nipples going to be that hard all night?"
"Probably."
"Then don't wear a bra," I smiled.
"Ok," Lisa said. "You're the boss." From a hanger, Lisa pulled a short, black cocktail dress and carefully slipped it over her head and shoulders. The dress was scandalously short and highlighted Lisa's long girlish legs.
"Damn. You look good tonight," I murmured while wrapping my arms around her from behind and kissing the nape of her neck. Lisa moaned softly and turned her head to expose more of her neck to my mouth.
"We've gotta go," she said reluctantly pulling away from my embrace. "We'll be late.
As luck would have it, we were not late at all, but actually pulled into the parking lot of the Hyatt just as Suzanne and Jeff were getting out of their car.
"Hey guys!" Lisa said bounding from the car almost before it had rolled to a stop. Lisa jumped into the surprised arms of Jeff and planted a quick playful kiss on his lips.
"Well, hello to you to," Jeff smiled obviously pleased by Lisa's flirtation.
"What about me?" Suzanne asked with a mock pout. "Don't I get a 'hello?''
"Oh, don't worry. I didn't forget about you, Hun." Lisa laughed and wrapped her friend of five years in a warm hug.
"Don't worry," I said coming up from behind and offering my hand to Jeff. "I won't kiss you."
"That's a relief," laughed Jeff. "I was getting a little nervous."
Even though Suzanne had told Jeff immediately about our tryst of a few weeks ago and Jeff had been totally supportive of it, I still felt quite uneasy at having been with this man's wife. Tonight, I figured we would have to resolve that issue.
The two women started into the hotel bar, arm in arm and giggling like school girls, while Jeff and I followed a short distance behind. I knew that Jeff's eyes were riveted to my wife's ass which was barely concealed by the hemline of her dress. Fair enough, I suppose because my eyes had been trained on Suzanne ever since I'd gotten out of the car. Suzanne wore the same flimsy cotton sundress that she had worn before and for good reason. The dress featured a plunging neckline which left very little of Suzanne's incredible set of tits to the imagination. The hemline, while not as short as Lisa's, still came to about mid thigh and revealed Suzanne's firm, toned legs. It was with little surprise that I observed the men in the bar turn and gaze in appreciation as our wives made their way through the bar to an unoccupied booth in the corner.
"Well, so this is the scene of the crime," Jeff deadpanned as he slid into the booth directly opposite Lisa. "Relax," he laughed probably noting the color having fled from my face. "I told you guys that's cool. I wouldn't approve if it was just anyone, but you guys are different, you know?" Jeff's handling of the situation put me immediately at ease. "Besides, turnabout is fair play." He said while looking directly at Lisa who blushed and smiled shyly but maintained Jeff's gaze.
"Ok, then let's begin with a dance." Lisa said as she stepped out of the booth and grabbed Jeff's hand.
"Ohhh, do I have to," groaned Jeff.
"C'mon, it'll be fun." Lisa said and winked at Suzanne. "You guys'll behave yourselves, won't you?"
"Us?" Suzanne laughed. "Of course not."
"Did you see who was working the front desk?" I asked Suzanne as Jeff and Lisa were controlling the dance floor.
"No," Suzanne said, craning her neck to get a view of the lobby.
"Our ol' friend Anthony," I said. Anthony had been the desk clerk on the night of our threesome and had given us an excellent rate on a room in exchange for a glimpse at Suzanne's tits. "Are you up for another round of 'Let's make a deal?'" I asked.
"I don't know," Susan said while folding her arms on the table underneath her sizeable breasts and leaning forward so that her cleavage threatened to spill out of her top. "Do you think so?" Suzanne headed out to the lobby while I stayed behind to order drinks.
"That prick!" Suzanne said in a huff a few moments later after returning from the lobby."
"What's the matter," asked Lisa. She and Jeff had returned from the dance floor just ahead of Suzanne.
"Oh, it's nothing," Suzanne said, but the irritation on her face was still evident. "I'm going to the ladies room. Do you want to come?" Suzanne said with a barely perceptive tilt of the head.
"Uh, sure." Lisa said.
After quite too many rounds of drinks to count, we suddenly looked around and realized that the bar staff had begun cleaning up for the evening. "Oh, my gosh!" Exclaimed Lisa. "What time is it?"
"Wow," I said after checking my watch. "It's after 1:30."
