Actually, it sounded fun. I hadn’t played dress up with another girl since my teen years and now here we were, 2 grown women, looking through clothes together and deciding what to wear.
We started in her room. We created 3 piles. 1: too plain, 2: probably appropriate 3: my husband would be thrilled if she wore that.
We then went in my room and did the same. We then took pile 3 from both our stuff put them on the bed, side by side, and started deciding which we would wear. We were laughing and having fun. We kept daring each other o try on something more daring.
In the end she pulled on a short black sheath that clung to every inch of her skin. It ended 2″ below her crotch.
“How about this,” she said.
I looked, “you can see the lines of your thong through the material.”
She reach under the dress, shimmied out of the panties, and then asked, “Is that better?”
We both giggled.
I picked a dark green dress. It was low cut and would show off a lot of cleavage. Not that I had a lot.
“Wait a minute,” I said
I went to my drawer and pulled out a pretty thong and push up bra. While she watched I stripped naked and put them on. Then I put the dress on. I looked hot. Looked hot.
My husband was due home any minute. He knew we were going out. He just didn’t know how hot the chicks he was going out with were. He walked in the door and stopped. We were both posing in the living room.
“Don’t move,” he said.
When he came back he had his camera. He’s a bit of an amateur photographer. We had fun posing and taking pictures. We kept teasing him that the more he worked us the bigger our appetites would be when we headed out for dinner.
He said he didn’t care, it would be worth whatever it cost just to be seen with 2 such sexy women.
Then I remembered Alison wasn’t wearing panties. Given all the posing and moving we did I’m sure my husband noticed and captured it in photos. In fact I saw her dress slide up a bit far myself a few times. I noticed she shaved. No big deal. I did too.
He finished taking photos and ran upstairs to change. We grabbed the camera to see how they came out.
“Oh my god,” said Alison. “You can see my pussy in that one.”
I laughed. “True, but at least it’s a cute pussy.”
She punched me in the arm.
There were about 4 you could see her pussy and 5 where the dress slid up and showed her ass.
“Do you want me to delete them,” I asked.
“He’s your husband,” she replied. “If you don’t mind him seeing them, I don’t. He’s a nice guy and I trust him.”
I thought about it that I really want my husband to have pictures of another girls ass and pussy. I realized it didn’t bother me. He was a good man. I was secure in our love. If he saw a photo of a woman or painting, I wouldn’t care. So why would I care about this?
“Nah,” I said. “He’s a good man, and you are beautiful. Let him have his thrill.”
She laughed and said, “As if being out with the 2 of us isn’t enough of a thrill.”
We were chatting and laughing as my husband came down dressed for dinner. He looked good. Whatever cologne he was wearing smelled good.
We got in the car. Alison climbed in the middle seat in the back so she could chat with us more easily. If I turned around to look at her I was looking right up her dress. I doubted my husband had the same view.
We parked, and ever the gentleman, my husband opened the doors and help us out of the car. Alison’s dress slid halfway up her ass. She quickly pulled it down and apologized.
My husband said, “No worries. You look great.”
We headed into the restaurant. We had reservations and they sat us almost immediately. We had a corner booth where each wall had a bench. My husband slid into the corner. I slid in from the other side next to him. Amy slid in on the other side of my husband. Boy girl seating is not unusual in restaurants. I only noticed because at home she usually sat next to me.
We had a great dinner laughing and talking. Alison told us she found a great place, but it was not available for 4 weeks. She said she might be able to move in with a work friend till then. We told her that was silly and she was welcome to stay with us. She thanked us for being so kind and good to her.
At some point in the conversation I whispered to my husband, “How far has that dress slid up.”
He whispered back, “She’s got a cute pussy if that’s what you’re asking.”
I kissed him on the ear and said, “Pig.”
He laughed.
We paid the bill and headed home. It had been a fun evening. My husband and I headed to our room. I started to unzip my dress.
My husband said, ‘Stop.”
“Stop?” I asked. “Why?”
“I’ve been looking at pussy all night long, but it’s not the pussy I love. I want that one.”
Mmmmmmm, I liked that. I knew he was mine. It’s nice when he tells you. However I was having fun still.
“Oh, so another woman gets you all hot and bothered and you think you’ll settle for me to satisfy your lust?”
He smiled. “Pull that dress up,” he said.
Pulling it up my thighs a little. “Like this,” I teased.
“Pull it up,” he said.
I pulled it up over my panties. I gave him a pouty look and said, “But I’m wearing panties.”
“Get them off,” he said.
I grabbed the sides and slowly pushed them down over my hips. Now he was looking at my bare pussy.
“Is this what you want,” I teased.
“Close.” He said.
He led me to the bed and lightly pushed me on it face down.
“Show me that ass,” he said.
Face down on the bed I got on my knees and raised my ass.
“But I thought you wanted pussy,” I said in a pouty voice.
“I do,” he said. “I can see it from here.”
He certainly could. He got down on his knees and started eating my pussy. If he couldn’t see what he was doing he could certainly feel his way around. His tongue felt so good. I was instantly wet.
“God you taste good,” he said.
I was close to coming. His tongue was keeping me on edge. As I neared my orgasm. I picture of Alison’s cute pussy flashed in front of me.
I don’t know why, but I said, “Do you think it tastes better than Alison’s?”
As I asked it I pushed my pussy full in his face. With his tongue on my clit I came. Hard. While I came I was picturing Alison’s pussy.