On Saturday night Cindy and I were getting ready for a weekend of swinging with our best friends. I was to go over to Jean's house for the weekend while her husband Jack came here to be with Cindy.
We had been swinging with this couple for over two years. Cindy had known Jean since high school. They went to nursing school together often sharing one guy between them or swapping dates. They were inseparable then and are still best friends today. Now they both work in the same hospital as nurses, sometimes even the same ward on the same shift. So it was only natural since they married the four of us would swing together. It was Jean and Jack who introduced Cindy and me to swinging in the first place. That was over two years age. We swing with other couples, but still get together for erotic weekends often. So we trusted them totally.
Cindy was wearing a very sexy satin lounging outfit low cut and tight enough to show off her beautiful ass to best advantage.
We live about a mile from Jean and Jack in a rural area on the same country road. Cindy and I usually like to stay close to each other for safety reasons when we are swinging but we are all such close friends in and out of the bedroom there is no reason to worry.
I drove over to Jean's about 6:15 so we could have time for dinner before play time. Jack and I must have passed each other on the dark road because when I arrived Jack had already left for our place to be with Cindy.
Jean was in her white nurse's uniform but I did notice she had left the top two buttons unfastened to show just enough cleavage to tease. The skirt was high enough to show off her great legs to best advantage. Nurses no longer wear those sexy caps but for me Jean had put one on. She knows I have a bit of a fetish for nurses in their starched caps.
I complimented her on how cute she looked but Jean just shrugged it off and told me it was just her work uniform.
I laughed and told her to stay away from the cardiac unit. If some poor heart patient saw her looking like she looked right now she would put him in cardiac arrest and push half the ICU unit over the edge with him.
Jean smiled at my wit, but I was only half joking.
She closed the door behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck pressing her body into me and gave me a passionate kiss. After we broke she put her palm against the crotch of my trousers, caressing my already hard cock through the material of my trousers. She gave me a very mischievous grin and announced "Dinner is ready."
Off she went into the kitchen with me following behind like a puppy dog.
When we sat down in front of two broiled ribeyes. She winked and said she wanted me well fortified so I would have lots of stamina for her later.
All through dinner we made small talk everything from garden pests to my new 2008 Mustang GT.
After dinner Jean said she wanted to slip into something comfortable, (corny cliche, I know, but that's what she said) While she was up stairs changing I started a fire in the fire place and put some soft mood music on the stereo.
She took quite a long time upstairs dressing, or more accurately undressing. I knew though Jean was worth every second I would spend waiting for her.
When she finally did come back down stairs the sight of her took my breath away. She was wearing a shimmering midnight black satin gown. It was low cut with a pushup style neckline to show off her rather large breasts to the ultimate advantage. Like they were being held up by two invisible hands. The gown came in to show off her slim waist and cute little behind. It was cut long just above the ankles. This only served to fire the imagination because of what you couldn't see. The whole thing was covered with a sheer black negligee long jacket this also came down to the ankles it enhanced the outfit and did as much to hide her charms as a cloud of cigarette smoke. Finally she was wearing a pair of long lacy black gloves they came almost up to her elbows.
She had let her hair down so it framed her face and tumbled down her over shoulders to about the middle of her back.
I know my mouth was probably watering at the sight of her. I've never seen a woman as beautiful. She was far beyond a Playboy centerfold girl. I felt like an idiot, I could barely talk without babbling. I could hardly breathe. I was worried I would shoot my bolts right there and then just looking at her.
From the look on her face she could tell the effect she was having on me and enjoyed every bit of it. Jean was a born exhibitionist. She enjoyed the looks she got both from friends and strangers. When she dressed to look attractive.
Jean has a terribly sadistic streak: She loves to tease a man without mercy. Sometimes even total strangers, if she can get away with it.
When I regained at least some of my composure I took her into my arms holding her like the rare valuable treasure she was, and brought my lips to hers in a firm but gentle kiss.
The music on the stereo changes to an old slow dance song called "The House of the Rising Sun." With our lips still locked in a passionate kiss we started moving with the music. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind but we danced on, lost to all the world. She ground her hips into mine in the wanton dance of love. I was totally submerged in our lust and passion.
