Yes, the invitations were a little unusual. Nonetheless, they were unambiguous. “Accessible” was the key word. Wear clothing that is accessible, the invitations read. Anyone accepting would tacitly agree to an evening of touching and being touched. Only two of the four couples invited accepted. Now they were here. The bold ones. The daring ones. The ones honest in their curiosity and desire.
Charles and Sue arrived first. Within ten minutes, Mitch and Maggi were here. The six of us had been friends for several years now and even vacationed together last summer. Sue had done the most overt flirting then. Sometimes with the men, but it was the looks and more than innocent touching with her female friends that sometimes caused eyebrows to be raised and secret glances to be exchanged. The wives had always gotten along wonderfully. Their conversations were always playful and inevitably included sexual innuendo. The husbands never seemed to mind unless they were teasingly being called out for not delivering the kind of satisfaction desired. It was that easy familiarity that eventually led to this moment. That and the unspoken awareness of something we all knew was was there.
Charles was average size, probably in all ways, except for his sense of humor. He was the one who was most likely to keep our times together supplied with enough quips to keep everyone relaxed and open. He wore what was, for him, an oversized shirt with a white Henley collar that buttoned down the front and was untucked from his jeans. A good look for him. Sue was also wearing a loose fitting top. Two buttons, off the shoulders. It was worn lower than any top I’d seen her in and there was no doubt she was braless. Her clothing was often a little risqué, though tasteful. Her breasts were large enough to make most people take a second look no matter what she was wearing. Tonight they were boldly on display. When we hugged hello, I was pleased with the feel of her skin beneath the fabric. Her denim skirt had an elastic waist and flowed past her knees. Not tight at all, I thought. It might be easily raised or lowered.
Mitch was the most athletic of us. He worked out faithfully and it showed. He often wore clothing so that his physique would be known. Tonight he wore a fishnet T-shirt and tight fitting workout pants. While his torso was shouting that it wanted attention, the tightness of those pants made a statement too. It didn’t take long for the women in the room to give him the kind of comments he craved. In fact, Cee Cee, my wife, welcomed him by rubbing his chest and saying, “My, my, Mitchell. I see that you’re ready to be accessible tonight.”
“I always aim to please,” he replied.
“Don’t forget to please aim as well,” Charles chimed in. Though the joke seemed obviously corny and forced, in our nervousness, we all laughed as if on cue.
Maggi was in a most revealing outfit. She wore a loose fitting white tank top with thin straps. It was barely able to conceal her. The front was cut low enough that if she bent forward at all, an admiring neighbor would see her breasts all the way to her nipples. The sides were cut daringly wide. With any movement on her part, a tantalizing profile of her firm breasts could be easily had. Her skirt was not long enough to conceal anything she wanted concealed if seated. Obviously she didn’t want much concealed.
This time it was Sue who stated the obvious. “Damn, Maggi. You have never looked hotter. If I weren’t already turned on looking at you, I’d feel so outclassed I’d want to go home.”
After what passed for more nervous laughter, all of us tried to pretend we weren’t surprised at the boldness of Sue’s remark. She noticed our pretending. I, and maybe the rest of us, were secretly glad she had broken the ice about what our real thoughts were.
I was wearing a jet black comfortable V-neck T-shirt. Not too daring, but the sleek microfiber material felt great against my skin. I hoped it would feel as good to someone touching me. My pants on the other hand were something purchased from a place selling clothing from India. They were two light colored panels in front and back closed by attached strings around my waist. They were long enough to almost touch the floor. When closed, the cloth was generous enough to cover my legs from the sides even though they were not sewn together at all. When I sat, they would drape open and reveal as much or as little as I would like. No underwear of course. If my penis were to get hard at all, anyone would be able to tell. I was afraid my pre-cum would give me away. I hoped that wouldn’t be too soon. There was nothing I could do about that. My desire to go farther towards something honest overrode my fears of being seen as being blatantly sexual.
Cee Cee, modest as she was in some ways, had a flair for dressing. She was always the one wearing something a little bolder that most folks might. She loved color and fun shoes and was almost always the one envied for her style. Tonight, she was wearing an elegant, long sleeved black top. The buttons started low and would have been somewhat risqué no matter the material. Except for her collar and cuffs, this material was sheer. Her breasts, not quite those of her younger friends, topped by dark pink nipples still commanded admiring looks. Everyone was more than surprised and stumbled to not be too obvious as she greeted them. Her dark black thong was visible behind nearly sheer, loose fitting lingerie pants. Come-fuck-me black suede pumps with a low heel brought the outfit a classy touch.
“I didn’t know you were giving me an early birthday present, Cee.” Charles couldn’t contain his admiration of my wife and the body he had often complimented over the years.
