I then passed my phone to the barista, and he listened carefully, smiling as he handed my phone back to me. “Got it – and an excellent choice, if I do say so myself; and for you, sir?”
I ordered my usual boring black coffee, the house blend. A “grande”, because simply saying “large” would be far too unpretentious; a simple cup of coffee at Starbuck’s prices demands a certain degree of pretentiousness. But then again, I was there of my own free will, at least in part; the major part of my reason for being there was to obtain a peace offering for my assistant.
As the barista prepared the drinks, the cashier bagged a couple of strawberry Danish for me and I was soon on my reasonably merry way. Once at work, I wasn’t entirely surprised to find Marci waiting for me in my office, seated in front of my desk. When I came in, juggling the two blazing hot coffees and the bag of pastries, she said, “Close the door behind you.”
“Yes ma’am! And how are you this morning?” I pushed the door shut with my foot.
“Don’t try to act so innocent or butter me up with gifts of food and drink! You weaseled out on me yesterday.” So saying, she held out her hands for the food and drink. “Gimme!”
I handed hers to her. “In my defense, I did have a very good reason.”
She smiled. “I know; Charlie told me you had some issues to deal with. Are you feeling better today?”
“Immensely, thanks.” I was a little concerned about just how much Charlie might have revealed; although I knew I could trust Marci to keep any secrets, it would be somewhat embarrassing for me to have her aware of what had happened between me and Alli in my moment of anger and jealousy. “And I’m sorry for the way I left yesterday; I didn’t intend to do that, but Charlie actually had a great idea that I decided to follow up on. So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
She sipped her coffee before answering, and then set the cup on the edge of my desk. “It’s about the party, of course, and what happened between Michael and Alli. He told me all about it later, after we got home.”
“Oh. Well, I think we pretty much got it all talked out – you know, the misunderstanding cleared up.” I looked at her for a moment, but she just waited, not saying anything. “Didn’t we? I mean, I thought…”
Finally she decided to speak, cutting me off. “He feels terrible about it, Dave; like maybe you were left with the impression he was putting moves on your wife.”
“Well, it did kind of bother me a little at first, the way she got so instantly and incredibly involved and aroused, and he got hard about as fast…”
She grinned, shaking her head. “It doesn’t take a lot to get him hard, Dave! Guys like him – and you too, from what I’ve seen – get a hardon if the wind blows; it’s the whole reason they coined the phrase ‘stiff breeze’.” We both laughed. “There was no chance that he wouldn’t respond to Alli, who he thinks is about the sexiest thing on two gorgeous legs!” She paused. “But, you know, he felt bad, thinking you might be upset about it still.”
“Really? Marce, Michael and I talked about it while you girls were in the bathroom. I sorta thought everything was copacetic. And if anything, it was really more like Allison was putting the moves on him! Why is he still worried about it?”
She laughed. “Well, he’s a worrier; he didn’t want some silly little naked grope – or the fact that Alli decide to suck his cock for a few seconds – to become an issue.” She shook her head, still laughing. “What was that little oral moment thing all about, anyhow? That was kind of a shock, coming from Allison; we were stunned! Now, if it had been me doing it…”
I shook my head, laughing. “You know, Marce, I’ve always hated the way you beat around the bush, just never willing to say what’s really on your mind!” I took a bite of my Danish and chewed silently for several seconds. “That was Alli, just kind of clowning around; paybacks for something that happened earlier. Irene did that to me, catching us totally off-guard, and when Alli seemed a little upset by it I made out like it was no big deal, so…”
She laughed again. “Ah! The good for the goose/good for the gander thing – in reverse. We wondered. Tell her he totally enjoyed it, and he’s available if she ever wants to finish what she started…”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll tell her that. So, are we okay? Reassure him that it’s water under the bridge, would you?”
“I will – and yes, I think we’ll be fine.” She sipped her coffee as we shared a moment of silence, just sort of looking at each other. She smiled. “I know this is going to embarrass you and make you blush, but I really enjoyed seeing you naked the other night. You’re very sexy, boss, and you’ve got a hot bod’ and a gorgeous cock!”
I blushed immediately; she’d been right about that, at least! I laughed awkwardly, not quite sure how to respond. “Umm…thanks, I guess? I enjoyed seeing you in all your glory too, Marci. You’re a very beautiful woman, everything I could have ever imagined. Very sexy.”
She looked at me coyly, teasing. “Have you spent a lot of time imagining me naked?”
My blush deepened. “Ahem! Well, as long as we’re being so honest, yeah, I probably have; it all depends on how you define ‘a lot of time’.” We laughed. “You’re a very sexy, sensual woman, Marce. Guys can’t be around you without feeling it, sort of like an aura or something.” I shrugged. “You just are, and I’m not immune to it.”
To my amazement, my words actually made her blush! That was not something easily accomplished with Marci, who could undoubtedly trade sexual jibes, taunts and innuendo with a group of sailors without blushing. “Thanks, Dave, that’s a really nice compliment. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing here?”
She laughed. “I suppose so, huh? I loved it when you touched me. I’ve fantasized about you – a lot – and when you touched me…oh my god! Fireworks!”
I was amazed! This was Michael’s woman, huge, muscular, perfect physique and hung like a horse Michael, and she was saying that I was her fantasy and that my touch had turned her on! Trying to ignore the fact that I had a boner you could use as a crowbar, I smiled at her. “Wow, Marce, that’s such an ego boost I can’t even begin to tell you! And of course, you could easily tell how much I was enjoying touching you too…it was fairly obvious, after all.”
Her eyes went to my crotch; I was pretty sure she could see how her words were turning me on! She smiled. “Yes, I could tell…and I was dripping, just imagining that hard cock of yours in me! It was fun; I’m so glad that you and Alli stayed, you two are our closest friends, and it made the whole party so much better having you there – so much more fun.”
“Thanks, Marce; we enjoyed it. I was hesitant, but it turned out to be a lot of fun – and it paid dividends over the weekend! Man, me and Alli were both so turned on by all of that…amazing!”
She laughed. “Us too – we humped like bunnies all weekend. We even started right there at the party!”
I chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I know – I was there, remember?”
“But you guys didn’t, huh? You waited?” She was looking at me, as I sat there thinking how surreal this whole conversation was.
I shrugged. “Sort of…not really. We just didn’t feel right about doing that in front of everyone. Still rookies – you know, kind of a little shy about going that far.” I didn’t tell her that we’d fucked in the hall as we’d peeped at her and Michael going at it so vigorously on the bed.
She giggled. “Not me, boy! No modesty here, I needed that big old horse cock of Michael’s right then and there!”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Jeez, Marce! Yeah, we kind of sensed that; we were a little curious what you did with all of him. You made it disappear like magic…Michael’s a bit, um, huge, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
She laughed again. “Oh yes, I sort of noticed – some time ago, actually. My guy is seriously hung; I love it!” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and gave me a playful smile. “I never really contemplated doing this with you, Dave, but we can have a detailed discussion of my vagina and how I can handle that big cock if you really want to. I mean, I’m okay with discussing my pussy in detail with you, but I’m sort of surprised…”
I cut her off, making the ‘T’ of a time-out signal with my hands. “Whoa, nope, time-out; we don’t need to go there! I’ll just accept that the two of you are sexually compatible and everything is beautiful. No details, thanks anyway.”
“Ha! Thought you might feel that way. You’re such a coward!” She was laughing at me, the way I’d so quickly bailed out.
“No, I just prefer not to ruin the mystery of things; sometimes it’s better to not know all there is to know about everything – like magician’s tricks, what sausage is made of, the intricacies of your pussy, stuff like that.” I chuckled. “You can probably call Alli and talk to her though; I think she was amazed that you could take all of him – you know, the way you could, umm, do that. Amazed and curious.”
She smiled. “I may just do that! Believe it or not, we girls enjoy talking about sex almost as much as you guys do…maybe more.”
“Don’t doubt that a bit – just make it clear that she doesn’t need to share it with me, will you?”
She laughed. “Will do…hey, anyway, Michael and I want to take you two out to dinner to apologize for any misunderstanding the other night.”
“Oh, Marci, that’s not necessary! We don’t expect you to do that, there are really no remaining issues, I don’t think.”
“We’re not talking anything real expensive, boss; maybe Chubby’s or something like that. It’s our turn anyway, you guys bought last time.”
“Well, when you put it that way…sure, we’d love to get together with you again. I’ll have to check with Alli, see how all of our schedules line up. Can I let you know?”
She rose and headed for the door, taking her remaining coffee with her. “Please do – whatever works out, no rush. Plus, we want to talk to you about something – the two of you.”
“You’re just gonna leave me hanging, huh?”
She looked pointedly at my crotch. “You don’t look like you’re hanging from where I’m standing!” My blush renewed itself, and she laughed. “Not any big deal, just a thought and a question; something we’d like to discuss with you. Let me know about dinner.”
“I promise. Just need to touch base with the little woman.” She laughed as she left, shaking her head, knowing I’d been kidding with that phrase.
As it turned out it was quite awhile before we could make dinner plans, all the planets of our schedules not aligning for almost two weeks. In the interim it was life as usual; work, going home, mundane things, and making love to the most amazing woman ever, which is never, ever one of those mundane things.
Allison was excited about her upcoming photo shot, the modeling gig for Dunstan’s; her excitement was probably roughly matched by my trepidation, but her anticipation was such that I knew I couldn’t ask her not to go through with it. It wouldn’t be fair to her, especially when it was based on nothing other than my own insecurity…even if that insecurity was driven, in part, by the fact that she’d called out the photographer’s name in the heat of passion.
When the time came it turned out to be something less than either of us had anticipated. It was merely a photo-shoot of a spring sportswear line, after all, and for her that meant a lot of time changing outfits, a lot of time having hair and makeup people working on her, and then a lot of time in front of hot lights and cameras, posing. At the end of the first day she was mostly just tired and grumpy, not horny at all in the way her private session had left her!
There were four female models, including Allison, and three males to do the menswear line. They shot for several hours on a Wednesday, a week and a half after the Halloween party, and planned to wrap up on Thursday; unfortunately, the weather had other plans and we got almost six inches of snow overnight Wednesday into Thursday, which was when “Derek” had been hoping to shoot some outdoors shots along a nearby creek. Instead he did a few more studio shots on Thursday, and made arrangements to shoot in a local greenhouse on Friday, the day we had finally agreed upon to have dinner with Marci and Michael.
Tardani’s Nursery, where the greenhouse was located, actually had three large greenhouses; two of them were fallow this time of year, waiting for all of the trays of flower and vegetable seedlings to be started in the late winter to early spring. The third housed tropicals; succulents, orchids, and the like, indoor plants and specialties from small trees and shrubbery to philodendrons, dieffenbachia, cactus, small palms and such. It was this one they were going to use for a “spring-like” setting to show off the spring sportswear.
As Alli explained it, Derek felt that he could work with the live tropical greenery to provide an appropriate setting and background, and that the filtered lighting of the greenhouse – supplemented by his own lighting equipment – would be a very good combination. It was a large logistical problem more than anything, apparently, and she’d left early to see if she could be of any help with the transport and set-up of equipment. Accordingly, she had driven our pickup truck.
In any event, that evening, when we arrived at Chubby’s (Marci had ridden over with me, straight from work) our timing was such that we followed Michael’s white Yukon into the parking lot. Somewhat to my surprise, because I hadn’t heard from her, Allison was already there. In fact, I ended up parking right alongside our old truck.
I looked around for her as the three of us walked in together, and spotted her at a round table near the bar, laughing and conversing with two other women and three men…all of them quite good looking, physically fit, and well put-together. It wasn’t a giant leap to figure out that these were probably some of her fellow models from the sportswear shoot. It was, without question, the best-looking group of people in the place – maybe the best looking group ever at Chubby’s!
As Michael and Marci proceeded to get us a table, I crossed over to my wife and bent to kiss her, getting an enthusiastic hug and kiss in return. She introduced me to her new friends – Ron, Zach, and Tim in the male contingent, and Amy and Kris completing the distaff side. The fourth female model, Diana, had been unable to join them. Up close or from a distance, all six of them were beautiful enough that I quickly realized that I was now the answer to the question: “Which of the items in this picture is different from the rest?”
We made small talk for a few minutes, asking and answering things about the weather, their photo shoot, their modeling, where they were from, what I do for a living – the usual stuff. When Allison and I were ready to depart, to go join our friends, it quickly became apparent that they were a very ‘touchy-feely’ group, hugs all around and promises to stay in touch more than abundant.
Even I got hugs from the two very attractive women, which was nice, and from Ron (I think), which was awkward. Alli did as well, giving and receiving enthusiastically, including one big kiss, smack-dab on the lips, from the one she’d introduced as Tim…I think.
As we turned away, I said, “What’s with all the hugging…and that kiss?”
She laughed. “Apparently models are really ‘touchy’ people – and Tim’s just a big old kisser. A pretty good one too, and so handsome – and he looks really tasty in a tiny pair of bikini briefs, let me tell you!”
“You saw these guys naked?”
“No, not naked, just in undies as we all changed clothes a hundred times. There’s no time to be modest, it’s just out of one outfit and into the next!”
“Oh. Jeez, I didn’t realize that, I just assumed you’d have privacy for that.”
She laughed. “Me too, but I got educated pretty quick! Davey, just so you know, I’m just teasing you – Tim is one-hundred percent committed, dedicated, and unquestionably gay. He also likes to kiss, but Ron is his current main squeeze - although Ron claims that he’s very ‘open-minded’, by which he means bisexual. But yes, they both look very nice in their Calvin’s.” She laughed. “Zach is the only straight one of the three, but he’s dumber than a box of hammers.”
I chuckled, admittedly relieved that at least two of the three guys had leanings that might not draw them to my wife; they were very good-looking guys. “That’s not a very nice thing to say!”
She laughed again as we neared our table, Michael and Marci watching us approach. “Well, I can’t help it, he just is! He’s nice, very good-looking – and hung, I might add, but he’s a total horndog; the guy is a walking erection – but there are just no lights on upstairs, you know?”
I laughed. “It could be a blood supply issue, it sounds like.”
She giggled. “I hadn’t thought of that!
As we arrived at our booth and prepared to slide in across from our friends, I stepped back to make way and noticed for the first time that Alli was wearing a pair of jeans I’d never seen before - jeans with no rear pockets, and with a row of rhinestones across the back seam below the belt line and down each outside seam on the legs to a few inches down each thigh, perhaps a foot below her slender hips.
A finely-woven blue denim-like fabric, they fit like they had been spray-painted on, tight on her legs, snug through the crotch, and they made her ass look simply spectacular – or maybe her ass made the jeans look simply spectacular. Either way, it was a great combination.
Marci noticed the same time I did, and whistled. “Wow, girlfriend! Great pants – is that something you modeled today, for Dunstan’s?”
Alli smiled, bending to give Marci a hug and Michael a kiss before sliding into our side of the booth. “Yes, and Derek told me I should keep them! You’ll be happy to know that he said I had the best ‘jeans-ass’ for the shot, so I got to model these for the ads – and they ain’t cheap!”
Michael laughed. “Well, I’m not sure what a ‘jeans-ass’ is, but you do have a very fine ass, my sexy friend.”
I was still a little stuck on Derek complimenting my wife’s ass, and then giving her an expensive gift. “You get to keep the clothes you model, plus you get paid? Nice deal – how much does a pair of pants like that sell for?”
Alli shook her head and laughed. “No, we don’t get to keep all of them, but since they couldn’t sell these now anyway, he said he’d clear it with the marketing rep for the store – and so here I am – and these were marked a little over three hundred and ninety bucks!”
That made no sense to me. “But if you get…”
Marci interrupted. “What she’s so delicately trying to say, you big klutz, is that she had to model those with nothing underneath, and so they can’t be sold now. Health laws, Dave – no panties, no sell!”
I looked at Alli, who was blushing. “So you’re not wearing anything under those? Still?”
She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at me playfully, still red in the face. “Nothing comes between me and my designer jeans, bub.”
I looked at her, and then across at Michael, who gave me a raised eyebrow and a grin. “Don’t know about you, but that’s going to be on my mind all evening – and I don’t give a crap if she is your wife!”
I could only chuckle and shake my head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll be doing the same, and still would if it was Marci, too! Umm, you are wearing yours, aren’t you, Marce?””
Both women laughed, and Marci said, “Yes, I am; but listen to you guys! It’s not like she’s wearing some short skirt and you’re going to get a peek – she’s in denim pants, fellas; you can’t tell a thing.”
Allison agreed, nodding. “Yeah, why is that so fascinating to you guys? I’m totally covered, you know.”
Michael and I looked at each other and shrugged, and he said, “There’s just something about knowing, about a woman in no panties…it’s a fun little bit of information to have. Sexy, you know.”
Marci looked at me. “And you’d really obsess over me in no knickers, huh, boss?”
I laughed. “Oh yeah! I’m not sure ‘obsess’ is the right word, but yeah. I’d be aware, let’s say.”
They looked at each other and laughed. Alli poked me gently in the side. “You guys are so weird! We wouldn’t think twice about you guys with no underwear under your pants!”
Marci objected. “Speak for yourself, girlfriend! I’d spend the whole day checking for telltale bumps and bulges and identifiable objects!”
Michael grinned as he put his arm around her. “That’s my girl, always keepin’ it classy!” We laughed at Marci’s unabashed horniness, and she laughed along with us.
We chatted, ordered our food, talked some more, and ate our dinners, the same good, delicious, well-prepared food we always relied on at Chubby’s. Afterward, when our table had been cleared, we just sat and talked. And drank. Michael and Allison’s erotic moment at the hot tub party was not brought up, my assurances that it was all water under the bridge apparently enough to ease any remaining angst they might have felt.
As the conversation slowly wound down and the evening got late, I began to sense that there was something, some other reason they’d wanted to have dinner with us, some issue or something they wanted to discuss, but they didn’t raise anything. It felt as though we’d consumed enough alcohol to lower any inhibitions they might be feeling, but still there was nothing. At one point Marci and Alli excused themselves to use the ladies, and I thought Michael might clear the air, but we just talked sports – and Alli’s ass as they walked away from us.
When they returned, Marci reached out and dropped something in front of me, and it took me a moment to realize that it as a pair of lacy black panties…obviously worn, very recently. I may have gaped for a moment, but then I snatched them off the table. “Jeez, Marce!”
Sometimes I felt like I spent half my life saying that! I could feel – or, at least I imagined I could feel – the warmth of her body still in the lacy material, and I was sure I could feel a small trace of slick dampness against my fingertips. I could feel my cock begin to harden, and I resisted the urge to raise the little panties to my nose to sniff them. It almost seemed like the most natural thing to do, but I resisted.
I looked at her. “So now you’re also…”
She laughed. “Yup! And I happen to be in a skirt, if you’ll recall.”
I groaned. “Yeah, I recall.” The three of them laughed at me, but I didn’t care; by that point my erection had blossomed magnificently! I shook my head, blowing out a breath. “Great! No evening is complete until Marci is out of her panties!” They laughed. “On that rather enticing note, we should probably call it a night, wouldn’t you say?”
They looked at each other, both of them sobering quickly, and then looked across at us. We were all leaning forward, over the table, a couple of us with our elbows resting on it. Michael broke the silence. “Actually, there was something we wanted to talk to you about - to ask you, before we go our separate ways.”
We waited, but neither of them elaborated. They looked at each other again - nervously, I thought - and then Marci finally blew out a pent-up breath. “Okay, here goes... and don’t get upset, okay, because it’s just a question.”
If she was trying to be sure she had our full and undivided attention, she succeeded. We waited, perhaps more warily than we had been a moment before. I tried to smile, to encourage her, because she seemed so uncharacteristically nervous.
She smiled back, and visibly relaxed. “What we were wondering is, if you guys had ever thought at all about swinging – you know, what you’d think about it…?”
Almost as if we’d spent days working on synchronizing our movements, Alli and I both leaned back in our chairs at the exact same moment, in the exact same way. A body-language expert could have used us for a case-study; so plainly and obviously did we physically and mentally draw away from her question!
We stared at them. I looked at Alli. Alli looked at me. We looked back at them to find them watching us, their eyes shifting back and forth between me and my wife, waiting for a response, none of us saying a word for what seemed an interminable time period. Finally, I cleared my throat, and just to break the awkward silence, said, “Just to be sure we’re clear here, so that we’re on the same page, we’ll assume you’re not talking about anything that involves any actual playground equipment…”
Michael laughed a split second ahead of Marci, who joined him. He shook his head. “No, no actual playground equipment…well, not necessarily anyway, although I suppose… No, never mind, that’s for more advanced players.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “The look on your faces was priceless! Just so you know, we’ve never done it either. We’ve talked about it though, sort of played around with the idea a little bit, fantasized…”
Marci picked up where he left off. “We just thought it sounded like it could be a lot of fun, something exciting and sexy to try out. You know – fun play.”
Alli smiled at her. “I suppose it could be a fun fantasy, but in all honesty I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it. I mean, we know it exists, that people do that kind of stuff, but it’s just not something we’ve ever considered getting involved in.” She looked at me for affirmation, and I nodded; she returned her attention to them.