I looked at my dresses. I’d taken more than I needed, after all, who knew what mood I’d be in, but after that conversation I was feeling flirty and sexy. I pulled out a little yellow sundress. It was short and came down mid thigh with spaghetti straps. I pulled out some underwear. I realized I didn’t bring a strapless bra but figured I really didn’t need one. I found a light pink thong and pulled it on.
As I did, Bill said, “Do you really need those?”
“Umm, you want me to go commando?” I asked with a bit of wonder.
“Kinda,”. He said. “It’d be fun knowing all you’re wearing is that dress.”
What the hell, I thought. I pulled the thong off.
“That better?” I asked.
Bill came over and kissed me. “Infinitely,” he said.
I pulled on my dress and looked in the mirror. No one could tell. I did look sexy and it felt kind of hot knowing that Bill and I knew that was all I was wearing.
As we came out of the bedroom the other guys were waiting for us.
“Have a good nap?” smirked Kip and then, “pretty dress. You look great.”
I blushed all of a sudden, becoming very conscious of my nakedness.
“Thank you,” I replied, but I wondered about the nap comment. Did they hear what was happening in there?
We all piled into our SUV and headed out to dinner. I was in the front. The three guys in the back. As we rode Bill had his hand on my thigh. He kept sliding it up and down.
The guys in the back were complaining how crowded it was and since I was the smallest I should have sat in the back. I turned my head to comment and saw they were very fixated on Bill’s hand on my thigh. I then became aware that Bill seemed to be pushing the hem of my dress up a bit. I was showing a lot of thigh.
“You wish,” I said.
We bantered back and forth on the way to the restaurant. The whole time I was aware of all the focus on my thigh. I could feel myself getting wet.
We got to the restaurant. They’d set a booth up for us. I ended up between Kip and Bill. Brian and Jim were across from us.
Dinner was nice. Being the only woman I was kind of the center of attention. Kip kept flirting with me and teasing me. The other guys joined in but Kip was the instigator.
During dinner Bill kept playing with my thigh and pushing my skirt up. It was almost to my crotch any higher and Kip would be looking at my pussy. Funny thing, I was enjoying the teasing. I was getting wet wondering whether or not my husband would show another man my pussy. The idea both turned me on and scared the hell out of me.
At one point I had to use the restroom. I asked Bill to move out so I could get up. He slid out and reached out his hand to help me. As I scooted out of the booth my dress slid up more. For a short moment my pussy was exposed. I was wondering if Kip saw it.
As I stood up I whispered to my husband, “Are you trying to let people see my pussy?”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind,” he whispered back and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Then he smacked me on the ass and said, “Hurry back.”
As I headed to the restroom my mind was spinning. He wanted people to see my pussy? Specifically his friends? Why did he want that? And, why was my pussy tingling at the thought of it?
I went to the restroom and returned to the booth. As I walked towards it I saw Bill and Kip kind of huddling and talking. When they saw me they abruptly stopped. Bill got up to let me slide in. His hand immediately returned to my thigh this time making no effort to hide that he was pushing my dress up. I was feeling tingly all over and my pussy was wet. I was regretting not wearing panties.
After dinner we decided to head out to a bar. Getting into the car Kip insisted I sit in the back. I looked at Bill and he just shrugged. I got in the back between Kip and Jim. I was very careful to manage my dress as I climbed in but it still rode up showing a lot of thigh.
We got to the bar and they had a band. It was a little dive but crowded. There were people on the dance floor. We found a bar height table with barstools. Before I could even get up on a barstool, Kip asked me to dance. I looked at Bill and he just nodded his head, so we headed out to the dance floor.
There were a few fast dances and I kept my movement down to keep my dress down. The next song was a slow dance. Kip stepped in and put his arm around me. As we danced, I could feel his hands sliding up and down my hip. I knew that soon he was going to discover I wasn’t wearing panties.
I was right, it didn’t take long.
He pulled back and smiled at me, “you’re not wearing panties, “he said.
I’m sure I must’ve blushed.
“Are you?” he insisted.
He was going to make me admit it. I decided to go with it.
“Nope,” I replied, does it bother you?”
“On the contrary, I think it’s fucking sexy as hell.” He laughed.
“Oh, you think I’m sexy?” I asked.
“Even with panties you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met,” he answered.
“I’m too old to be sexy. I’m 37,” I protested.
“I’ve known you for 10 years and as far as I’m concerned, you keep getting sexier,” he answered.
He pulled me back in close and continued to dance with me, but this time his hand roamed my hips and even my ass more. I looked over to Bill to see if he was paying attention. He was, he was watching intently. When he saw me looking at him he just smiled and waved. He could clearly see that Kip had his hand on my ass. Kip waved to him, Bill waved back.
Well, if Bill wasn’t going to worry about it. I wasn’t going to worry about it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was weird to have another man’s hand on my ass. It had been years since anybody but Bill touched me, but here I was on the dance floor being groped by one of my husband’s best friends and my husband didn’t seem to mind.
After the dance, Kip led me back to the table. I decided not to try to climb into a barstool. Kip was standing next to Jim and Brian. He whispered something to Brian and Brian whispered to Jim. I don’t really know, but I can pretty much guess what he was saying because right afterwards Brian asked me to dance.
The first song that was playing was a slow song. Brian immediately had his hand on my hip. Probably checking to see if I was wearing panties. When he realized I really wasn’t, his hands began to roam. Again I looked over at Bil. He just smiled at me.
It was getting to be late and the guys wanted to play golf in the morning so after a few dances, we got up to leave. When we got back to the car, Kip and Brian insisted I sit in the backseat between them. Again, I slid into the car being very careful about how my dress was riding up. Even with being careful, I was showing an awful lot of thigh.
I looked at Kip, but he was just grinning at me.
At some point, Kip decided to address the elephant in the car. “So Bill, your wife’s not wearing panties tonight. Is that the usual way she goes?”
Bill just laughed, “no in fact she’s never done it before. It’s kind of cool isn’t it?”
Kip, kind of scoffed and replied, “I’ll say, it’s sexy as hell and you’re a lucky guy.”
“Yes, I am,” Bill replied
“Guys, stop talking about my underwear,” I protested.
“Or lack of it,” laughed Kip.
I playfully punched him in the arm. “Well, I’m glad you’re all enjoying this,” I pouted.
“We’d enjoy it more if we could see,” Kip chimed in.
“Yeah, well that’s not happening,” I replied.