We had an old medical school friend visiting for the weekend. He was in town to play with my husband in a golf Member – Guest tournament. He was alone as they have young children and his wife needed to remain with them. They have been long time friends and he is very cute.
David and I have been married for 20 some years and lead what one would call an average life. Our circle of friends is rather small and from time to time we hold a party at one or the other's homes. One such party had been arranged on a Saturday evening some months ago and I wanted a new outfit to go in. As I have grown older I have wanted to dress sexier, so, recalling a low necked top I had noticed in catalog, Boston I bought it and had it shipped in overnight. When Saturday evening arrived I came down ready to leave wearing the top and new skirt. My husband had taken photos of me dressing that evening so I was already in a hot and sexy mood.
The outfit had the desired effect on the men. Their eyes gave them away. The sweater top was very low with a zipper front and a snug fitting body beneath which my half-cup bra was pushing up my relatively small but pert 34B breasts. I was wearing an A cup bra to minimize coverage. My skirt was well fitted and rather short and again showed my legs off which were accented by some gold shoes with heels.
It was an exceptional party with a very good live band. I had a number of dances with various men and I could not help but notice how Greg, was doing his best to chat me up. He seemed to be a bit tipsy and pressed in a bit more tightly than most men would and his hand drifted to just above my ass. At previous parties I had engaged in a bit of 'slap and tickle' when the chance came along but this looked to be more serious. The thought of having sex with another man or a threesome did turn me on somewhat. My husband had always said I was welcome to anytime the right man (or woman) came alone. At around 1 a.m. the party started to break up and we headed home.
It was not far to our home and when we arrived I made coffee and broke out the Bailey’s. We went back into the comfortable media room and as I sat next to Greg I let my skirt ride up to give both men a good view of my thighs. We had the home theatre on HBO and a show called Real Sex was on. The sound was muted but the sex scenes of couples making out were very hot. The couples had been in a mud pit at a spa and were hosing off one another and that led to feeling and fucking. The atmosphere was electric. I could see Greg’s eyes wandering over my body and I made it a point to bend over and act like I was rubbing a smudge mark off the hardwoods so that my cleavage was in line with him.
He looked down at my legs and said he certainly thought my outfit was attractive tonight. I said that I was hoping for sexy not attractive! I placed a hand on my thigh and said "But this is better." I eased my skirt higher to show the stocking tops and suspenders, giving Greg a smile. "Well, keep going," my husband said, so I tugged the skirt up until all could see my animal skin print panties which were very brief and tightly pulled between my legs. Greg's eyes nearly popped out of his head. They just sat staring at what was on show. Was this really happening I asked myself? Having imagined something of the like many times it now hardly seemed real - here I was with half my breasts exposed and my skirt pulled up for Greg to gaze at.
I sat there transfixed and waited to see what would happen next, which did not take long. I told him I would love a foot massage and as he quickly moved in I threw an arm around him and pulled his hand to stroke my thigh. He kissed me on the mouth and then moved down my neck to begin running his tongue up and down my cleavage. As his hand moved up my thigh I slowly opened my legs and let his fingers rest on my pussy.