“We don’t want to be late to the dinner, darling” my husband called from the bedroom.
I was in the bathroom putting on the last of my makeup. He gets antsy when he sees me naked only 15 minutes before we have to leave. You’d think after 25 years of marriage he’d know by now that I’m actually still on schedule. And don’t call me darling when I know you’re actually ticked off at me, was my first thought. He already knew I wasn’t too thrilled about this dinner party in the first place.
“Susan, you don’t even have any underwear on yet!”
“I’m a fast dresser, remember?”
I quickly walked past him to the walk-in closet, making no attempt to avoid bumping him with my hip as I moved past. It’s always good to give him a non-verbal cue about how pissed off I am before I reach critical mass.
I pulled out the lingerie drawer and was about to slip into my favorite bra and panties.
“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself. I threw the bra and panties back in the drawer, and gave it an audible slam. He wants fast? I’ll give him fast.
I already knew the dress I was going to wear, this was a semi-formal dinner party invitation. My favorite navy blue, knee length dress. Sleeveless, shows a good amount of cleavage, loose and flouncy from the waist down. I was just about to put it on while still in the closet, but stopped. I walked back into the bedroom stark naked with the dress draped over my arm as John was doing his tie. I Lifted the dress over my head, making sure to shimmy my way into it as provocatively as possible, thrusting my boobs out, shaking my pelvis, to wiggle into it and finally pull it down over my bare pussy.
“Seriously? You’re going to wear that dress without a bra OR panties?
“We both read the invitation. Not a word in there about bras or panties.”
He knew better than to argue with me now. He just heaved a loud, exasperated sigh.
“Then do us both a favor tonight. Don’t find any excuse to bend over or otherwise expose those gorgeous bare breasts for any of the guests or our hosts. They’re already going to get an eyeful of you in that dress just standing up. We may never get another invite again.”
“Jeez John, when you say it like that it almost sounds like a bad thing.”
At least he properly complimented my finest assets. He never seemed to complain when men noticeably stared at my rack. He actually seemed to take a perverse pride in my figure being admired in public. And my mind was already running through all the usual boob-exposing maneuvers used by women since clothes were invented: leaning in close for conversation; bending down to adjust my shoes; picking up my errant salad fork. The list was endless.
“Ok, I get it. You don’t like Janice. But Bob and I have been best friends since college. He’s been like a brother to me. They’ve spent a year renovating their home and just want to celebrate the finished product with a dozen of their closest friends with a nice dinner party”.
Janice. The mere mention of her name was like fingernails on a chalk board to me. She actually has many nice qualities but those get overshadowed by a tendency to come off as a social climbing, ostentatious and obnoxious boor. She delights in telling everyone how wealthy and successful she and Bob are. Inviting us and 5 other couples for a housewarming dinner party will probably end up as another opportunity for more of the same.
And to top it off there was that little incident a year ago at a previous party at Bob and Janice’s house. They thought they were out of sight of everyone, but I saw Janice and my husband off in the backyard gazebo very close and her hand was obviously stroking his cock. At least she kept it on the outside of his pants. Then she kissed him long and passionately on the lips. I could have stormed up and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. But I had no desire to cause a huge scene and wreck the evening for everyone else. Janice appeared to be the aggressor in what I briefly glimpsed, so I discreetly tiptoed back to the other guests inside. I could certainly wait until we got home and give him a chance to volunteer an account on his own.
They reappeared separately inside, about a minute apart. My suspicious mind told me that was exactly what a guilty couple would do to avoid arousing suspicion.
We got home from that party and were undressing for bed when I innocently asked John if Janice had any great gossip to share since I noticed that they had talked quite a bit during the evening.
“Nope, just small talk. You know Janice, nothing important to report.”
Are you kidding? I was half expecting something like, wow that crazy woman came on to me out of the blue tonight and I had to fight her off. But no, not a peep about what I had seen.
To make matters worse, John was obviously in the mood for sex that night. I feigned a headache and said not tonight. I wasn’t interested in accommodating an aroused state likely incited by someone I loathed, and who may now be his lover. I actually cried myself to sleep that night rolling it all over in my head.
However my sense of betrayal and anger was already dampened by a similar incident with his best friend, ‘just like a brother’ Bob. It was during a party at our own house a few years before that incident. In the middle of the party I needed to get a couple bags of ice from our deep freezer in the basement. We were using the ice to keep cans and bottles of beer and soft drinks cold in several tubs on our deck and it was time to replenish the melting ice. Bob thoughtfully volunteered to help me and followed a few steps behind
We were all alone in the basement with me bending over into the freezer in that little blue dress to move some items out of the way and reach the bags of ice. In an instant Bob’s hands were up my dress. As I bolted upright, his hands went all the way up to firmly grasp both my breasts. At least this time I was wearing a bra and panties! He had the hem of my dress well above my navel, it hung in the crook of his elbows as he fondled both breasts eagerly and began kissing the back of my neck. I could feel his erection against my ass. I knew full well he hadn’t reached that state of arousal in that instant.
He had been watching me most of the evening, drinking a bit too much and apparently waiting for just this moment. Walking behind me down the stairs and through the basement to the utility room must have been an added stimulus. My ingrained habit of swaying my hips provocatively to swing my sexy dress when I know a man is behind me likely didn’t dampen his ardor either. Watching me bending over into the freezer was the last straw for his fired up libido, especially with several beers to loosen his inhibitions further.
Those reasons/rationalizations only fully formed in my mind later. At that moment I was simply frozen in place. My mind was racing but my mouth couldn’t form any words.
“God, I need to fuck you right now,” he said as he pressed himself against me. I was breathing very hard at the sudden shock of this completely unexpected encounter and my heart was pounding like a sledgehammer. Already his very warm right hand moved from my breast, down my bare tummy and into my panties. His left hand maintained a stimulating massage on my other breast. He began to finger my pussy slowly and gently.
My physical response was a combination of panic at what was happening, fear of someone coming down the stairs to see us, and the sheer sexual stimulation of being touched so intimately in our own home while we could still hear all the guests one floor above us, including our spouses.
I can’t recall how long he had me locked in that embrace, continuing his slow and gentle stimulation until I could say anything remotely coherent in between panicked gasps.
“Bob…please…stop. Someone might see us.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I had said exactly the wrong thing at the wrong moment. Instead of yelling to let me go or I’d tell both our spouses, I made it seem like I was ready for him to fuck me at another time and another place. Stupid!
Or did my subconscious mind make me utter those words because deep down I did want him to fuck me?
He released me from his grasp. My dress fell back down where it belonged. A wave of relief washed over me. But a surge of disappointment also sat in the pit of my stomach as the heat in my pussy lingered for a minute or two longer.
“Here take these two bags of ice upstairs. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes, after I straighten myself out.”
Another statement uttered in haste, but maybe it was reflecting my real feelings. I knew that statement was a promise of silence. I was helping to cover up this incident for both of us. As Bob went up the stairs I went over to John’s workbench to check my make up and hair in a little mirror hanging on the tool rack. All ok. I looked down at my dress, a bit wrinkled, but in navy blue, hard to notice. I smoothed it with my hands anyway. When I lifted the hem of my dress to pull my panties back into place I couldn’t help noticing how wet they were now. And it didn’t seem to be abating as I kept reliving the last few minutes in my head.
Confronting my husband over his intimate moment with Janice seemed a bit hypocritical at the time. I never told him what had transpired between Bob and I in the basement of our own home and never told him I had seen him with Janice long after that. But I had the lingering suspicion that John and Janice were hiding an ongoing intimate relationship while my secret was only about a thwarted one time event. Bob hadn’t made another pass at me after that and we’ve not spoken of it since. The two incidents left me wondering what the heck was going on in that marriage.
With all that in the back of my mind, John and I got in our car and headed for the dinner. We were actually a couple of minutes ahead of schedule. I didn’t expect him to say thanks for my part in getting there early by wearing only three articles clothing, my dress and shoes.
To be continued…