Jon and Liza were our best friends. We spent a lot of time together socially, playing softball, attending company picnics, or going to parties. We also enjoyed just hanging out with them because they were very like-minded and just plain fun to be around.
Then one day, we invited them to come over for a cookout. I noticed that we didn’t have any drinks in the upstairs fridge, so I said I would go down and grab some. Jon followed me into the basement to help me bring up another case of beer. When we got downstairs, I stopped quickly, and Jon kept right on walking. He ran into me, and we both laughed. Then I noticed a nice bulge in his shorts. I wasn’t quite sure what to say.
He saw my gaze on his crotch, and he turned a little red. “Hey, what can I say, Janna? You’re hot!”
It was my turn to blush, but I never had to chance to thank him for the compliment because the next thing I knew, he was kissing me. I could have pulled away, but I was enjoying it too much. I felt my panties go damp. Suddenly he pressed his body against mine, and our tongues were dancing.
Then I heard my husband, Casey, call down, “Hey, are you two coming back up any time soon?”
Jon and I broke off the kiss and felt flustered. Did Casey suspect they were up to no good?
I called up, “We’re coming. I was just showing Jon the progress in your workroom, honey.”
“Okay, well, Liza and I are going out back, so come up when you’re done,” Casey said.
“Quick thinking, Janna,” Jon said, leaning in to kiss me again.
I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Jon, we need to go upstairs. We can’t do this.”
Jon made a pouty face, but he relented. However, as we carried the beer up the stairs, he said, “I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
I turned to look at him. “I’m not sorry either. But I don’t think it can go any farther, okay?”
Jon nodded in what I believed was agreement. Then we took the bottles outside, put them on ice in the large cooler, and joined Liza and Casey in the backyard.
I tried to be nonchalant, but Casey could tell something was up. He watched me like a hawk for the next hour, paying attention to everything I said and did. Thankfully, it was time for the guys to do the male bonding thing and grill up some burgers.
Liza and I went inside to cut some onions and tomatoes. While we were in the kitchen, I noticed that she was looking down the front of my shirt.
“See something you like?” I joked.
“As a matter of fact, yes. You have such gorgeous breasts. I'm wildly jealous! So often, I wish mine were bigger. Jon says maybe we can save up for a boob job.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Liza. I swear that most of my back aches come from having these large girls riding around on my chest,” I said.
“Well, I know Jon thinks you have awesome tits. He stares at them every time we are together,” she said bluntly.
I was mortified! “Oh, I’m sure he’s not really looking at them, Liza!”
She laughed, “Oh, I don’t care. I know Jon has always had a thing for you. Which doesn’t bother me at all since I have a thing for Casey.”
I was stunned. I mean, we’ve always been flirty with each other’s husbands and each other as well. But it never occurred to me that they might want to fool around with us.