"Patrick, Honey, come down, they're here."
I had just finished dressing anyway and bounced down the stairs to find our guests in the foyer.
"Bob,Sally,hey! You guys look good tonight."
Of course they always looked good. Bob was an all-star quarterback in school and either through exercise or genetics, or both he had maintained a solid physique, square shoulders, barrel chest,and strong jaw. He had thirty years on me and I sincerely hoped that I would look that good at his age.
Sally, I would venture to say could probably still easily fit in her wedding dress or Hell, probably in her high school clothes. Sally always dressed conservatively, but well, good taste and elegance can't be hidden. Both looked elegant tonight. Once a month we all get dressed up and go to "Pete's". Pete came from the old country a long, long time ago and soon realized that what was plain home cooking back in Napoli could earn a pretty penny as Italian cuisine in this country. So Pete and Mrs. Pete opened a restaurant in what was then the center of the city. You won't find the Mafia or the Mob at "Pete's" but everyone who is anyone eats there. Some families have now been eating there for generations. And once a month we get dressed up and go fancy.
"Honey Bob's going to drive tonight..." Connie said as she came in from the kitchen, turning out lights as she went.
"No problem, I always enjoy being chauffered in the big dog's Mercedes..." I said as I playfully jabbed Bob in the shoulder.
"You look delicious,hun. Want some candy?" Sally giggled and held out a handful of little mints.
"Thanks, I just try to be comfortable." Connie turned in my direction and grinned wickedly. She knew that dress made me go weak in the knees. I am a sucker for sundresses, and I am a sucker for halter tops, and this dress, you guessed it, a halter top sundress. Connie was smirking because she knew that in that dress there was no way I could deny her anything tonight.
On the way I sat in the front seat with Bob and we talked about sports, and sports. Connie sat in the back with Sally and they talked about sports too. Specifically they talked about Beckham's butt. I think the jist of the conversation was that European footballers were much sexier than American football players.
"I beg your pardon, you married an American football player"
"Yes Baby, a handsome, sexy, strong, virile American football player," said Sally, playfully stroking Bob's ego.
As usual for a Friday night Pete's was packed so we sat, no we stood, at the bar, "Two Crown and Seven's and two White Zins..." Bob wedged his way up to the bar,"...and repeat that order in five minutes..." Bob said as he dropped a twenty into the bartender's tip jar.
Twenty minutes later we were still standing, packed together like kids in the lobby at a rock concert. Connie was standing close, so close that I could look down the front of her dress and adore the curve of her breasts. Maybe that's what I like about halter tops...no bras. She had a wicked grin on her face as she leaned over to whisper in my ear, I could tell that the third White Zin was taking her to a happy place.
"I have a confession to make," she said leaning close and touching her index finger to her lips, "I din'it have lunch today," playfully slurring her words. She look around to see if anyone was looking (just for effect) and grabbing my tie she pulled me close, "...and I'm not wearing any deodorant."
Once again that weak in the knees feeling hit. She knew exactly what she was doing. I love all things natural about a woman, smell, taste, feel. I loved her smell, the taste of her moisture. I loved her morning breath. Everything about her excited me. In the winter she would even stop shaving her legs and underarms for me, going European style. That wicked grin spread as she surreptitiously placed my hand on the side of her dress, sure enough the gussets were already moist.
"What have you two got going on over there..." inquired Sally, "you look like you are having too much fun."
"Aren't you the one who told me you can't have too much fun, girlfriend?"
"I just feel like I'm missing out on something," Sally said in a mock pout. "Have some more candy,hun"
Just then our table was called. As Sally breezed by I thought I caught just a whiff of Musk. Then Bob walked by smelling of soap and Old Spice.
"Your ass is mine," I glared at Connie as we followed behind. "Maybe," she said, "Maybe not!" God I loved this woman!
We sat down, Bob ordered another round of drinks. We really didn't need menu's having been there so often. Bob and I ordered our usual while Sally and Connie huddled behind their menu's.
"Come on girls, your killing me! I was only half kidding. I was starving and Connie had me wound up like a rubber band.
"O.K. I'm ordering for both us." She ordered a salad for each, a cheese plate, fried cheese and combination plates with I think every food that ends in a vowel. "Oh, and bring us each a bowl of Italian spinach and a plate of oysters." This time I noticed there were two wicked grins. One on my wife's face and one on Sally's face. "Have a piece of candy, dearie, while we wait."
"Don't mind if I do." says the wife.
"That's a lot of food you two." Bob turned to me," Every once in a while she just binges like that. How about another round?"
"Not for me, I'm switching to coffee so I can drive home." said Sally. "Besides, with all this food coffee aids the digestive process."
For just a second I thought I saw Connie and Sally exchange conspiratorial looks. All of a sudden it felt like it was going to be a very memorable night. It wasn't long at all before the food came. Two huge trays full of food. During the commotion, as the table was being buried in plates Connie took my hand under the table cloth and placed it in her lap. She had hiked her skirt up almost to her waist and wasn't wearing any panties. Chatting away with Bob as if I didn't even exist she spread her legs slightly and rubbed my fingers in her moistness. Scooting forward just a bit in her chair she took my hand even deeper. I felt the stickiness of her rosebud. She let go of my hand. As Bob turned to say something to Sally Connie gestured for me to smell my fingers.
Nonchalantly I brought my hand up to my face as if to rest my chin on my hand. I inhaled slightly. At that point my eyes rolled up into my head and I had the strangest fear that I was about to pee in my pants.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Sally said leaning into my ear,"I haven't bathed for three days. And I haven't used toilet paper since the last time we made love." I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to stand up for any reason.
The food came and I ate but my mind was no longer on ravioli or canneloni or whatever it was I was eating. Connie and Sally were packing it away though. At one point I think Sally had a fork in each hand.
"My God," said Bob, they must have a pound of cheese each."
"Check this one out," I said pointing at Connie who was shoveling Italian spinach into her face and Sally's too. "At this rate they'll both be so sick neither one of us will get laid tonight." Bob grinned and I swear, I swear I saw that conspiratorial look on his face too.
When they finished eating, that is stuffing their faces, we ordered coffee and Sally got up to use the restroom. As she walked around my chair I thought I smelled that smell.
Connie, who had been watching me closely for a reaction leaned in, "Figured it out yet?"
"Figured what out," I asked, not really knowing where she was going,
"It is the middle of May, it has been 90 degrees outside every day for two weeks. Sally hasn't bathed in two weeks."
Stunned? Speechless? No, stunned and speechless. Stunned, speechless, and excited. No way beyond excited. Connie was playing me like a flute and I was happy to be played.
Bob was engaged with the waiter who had brought our coffee. "I can't believe Bob would let her go like that."
"Well did you think we were the only freaky kinky couple in town? Apparently Bob enjoys the wild side too. And she promised him that he could have anything he wanted tonight. Want to know a secret?"
"Hell yeah, this is getting better every minute."
"When Connie sits back down watch when I hand her her coffee."
Just then Sally returned to the table. "I think Patrick needs a hug, Sally" Connie winked. Sally stood behind my chair leaned over and wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. She lingered for just a minute and sat down. When I say lingered I mean lingered. An overpowering smell of musk. I don't think my hard on softened during the entire dinner. What happened next didn't help. Connie poured a cup of coffee and reached over to hand it to Sally, as Sally reached for her cup I had a clear shot inside the sleeves of her top. Her armpits were covered with the blackest, thickest, moist clumps of hair I have ever seen on a woman. "Waiter, another Crown and Seven, please."
Some people stopped by the table to chat with Bob and Sally on their way out.
I asked my wife, " Am I going to get lucky tonight or are things not always what they seem?" I was wound up so tight I could screw the family dog.
"No, things are not always what they seem, and yes you are definately going to get lucky tonight."
It was time to go. The girls both looked like they were pregnant.
"A mint for the road, dearie?"
"Why thank you dearie."
"Come, my beautiful sexy husband, lets go get you laid." Sally took the car keys from her purse, "Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you glad to see me? They walked out the door holding hands.
As we followed them out to the car I asked Connie, "Bob has really been kind of quiet tonight. Is he really cool with all of this."
"Oh yeah, Sally said he is just really, really nervous."
"Nervous about what?"
Just then Sally hollered out from ahead, "I'm driving, girls in front this time. Come get you some candy,girl."
I told Connie I didn't want to let go of her, this night had made me so crazy. I had hoped we would be able to pull off a little fooling around in the back seat.
"You'll be fine," as Connie said that I swore I heard a little fart. "You'll be fine till we get home, trust me. By the way we're not going straight home, we're going over to Bob and Sally's for a bit."
"Look, Connie, enough is enough. You know I love playing games and you know I love it when you get kinky but I'm about to explode."
"Will you be a good boy and ride in the back if I tell you something really kinky?
Damn, that woman sure knows how to work me, "O.K., go ahead and blow my mind, come to think of it I don't think that after what's happened tonight anything could blow my mind."
"Do you love me?" she asked while putting my hand on her bulging stomach. She looked at Sally, Sally nodded and Connie continued, "all of the food we ate tonight...those candy mints that Sally and I have been popping all night. ..are not candy. They are laxatives! She kissed me and got in the front seat.
The girls never stopped talking all the way home, Bob was really quiet. I felt like a dog ready to hump someone's leg. These things only happen in stories. Has my wife found someone kinkier than me. Things I never even dreamed of telling even Connie. Has she always been a freak or has Sally led her to a new place. I must be dreaming.One thing was for sure, tonight I was not topping from the bottom, I had no idea where this was going.
We turned onto Bob and Sally's street, Sally whipped the car into the driveway and up to the door. She turned off the motor and both girls turned in their seats.
"Patrick, you know I love you. Will you trust me?"
I had no idea where this was going but I was going wherever she was taking me. "Yes,Baby."
Both girls looked at Bob. Sally spoke, "Bob?..."
I turned to look at Bob, he was white as a ghost.
This time it was Connie, "Bob?..."
Bob turned...and kissed me.
(To Be Continued)