That Green Dress Ch. 03

Four weeks later, Melissa and I found ourselves at a small house party hosted by Greg and Lisa. We had been reluctant to go, but Lisa had insisted. I didn't like the idea of pretending for Greg that I didn't fuck his wife last month, while Melissa said she was nervous about every aspect of it. The word "awkward" did come up a few times in the days leading up to the party. On the other hand, secretly I hoped that Melissa and Lisa might fool around, which had the potential to lead to a repeat of our encounter four weeks prior. And I suspected Melissa secretly wanted her again, too.

A few days before, I suggested to Melissa that she wear her green dress for the party. With her dark skin tone and eye color, she looks great in that shade of green, plus the dress fits to her form and is cut mid-thigh, so it shows off her flat belly and long, athletic legs. I figured Lisa wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of Melissa, and those hands could easily reach up under the hem of that dress.

Then Melissa informed me that she, unfortunately, had to throw out that dress months ago because of a stain that wouldn't wash out. But since I suggested wearing a dress, Melissa took her friend Emily with her to go shopping for a new one, and I was not at all disappointed with the result.

Melissa was stunning in her new black dress. Like the green dress, it fit to her form and was cut mid-thigh. I couldn't help but watch her put it on before the party, since we share a closet, shelves, and drawers in the same bedroom. Having already seen the dress, I was thrilled when she slipped on a pair of red lace panties first. "Lisa is going to love those," I thought. My thrill turned to disappointment, though, when she put on a pair of sheer black pantyhose next. It made her legs look even sexier, of course, but they would prevent Lisa's and my easy access to Melissa's pussy later on, if such an opportunity were to arise.

The fact that the dress was strapless, though, somehow made all the difference. She put her hair up in a high, loose bun that exposed the entirety of her delicate neck. It allowed a view of uninterrupted, flawless skin from her dark hairline all the way down to the black neckline of the dress, which ran straight across about two inches below the start of her cleavage - low enough to be sexy but high enough to remain classy. She had considered wearing a necklace, but I talked her out of it. The small diamond stud earrings were the perfect amount of jewelry, I told her, and anything more would be too much.

I dressed up a little for the occasion, wearing a sports coat, dress shirt, and khakis, but I decided to err on the side of comfort, so I didn't wear a tie. I did not mind being underdressed in comparison to Melissa. It's a party, after all.

Just before we left home for the party, while reviewing herself in front of the mirror, Melissa pulled a couple thin locks of hair from the bun. It was a nice touch, as the locks framed her face and softened her overall look. "So beautiful," I thought. Her sage-colored eyes sparkled in contrast to the black dress. I approached her from behind and kissed her shoulder, and we smiled at each other through the mirror.

We purposely arrived at the party late. Neither of us wanted to expose ourselves to the possibility of arriving early enough that we would be the only guests there. We also liked the idea of everyone already being loosened up with alcohol before we met them, too. Especially Greg.

Music and the guests' many conversations were quite audible outside when we rang the doorbell of Greg's and Lisa's house. The alcohol was definitely flowing. Of course, Lisa answered the door. At first glance, all I saw was a blond pixie clad entirely in loose-fitting white linen. It gave her a relaxed look, but was far more formal than anything I had seen her wear before.

"You guys!" she shrieked as she lifted her arms high into the air. Melissa stepped inside before me, and Lisa's arms lowered to transform her exclamation into a hug. Lisa gave Melissa a quick, meaningless kiss on the lips, then turned to me and did the same as I walked in. It was a nice welcome. Melissa and Lisa had hung out once or twice in the last few weeks, but the last time I had seen Lisa, I was wiping my cum off her back.

I could feel Melissa tense up when she recognized Greg approaching us from across the living room. I wouldn't otherwise have known who he was, because if Melissa ever kept any pictures of him, I had never seen them.

Immediately I sized him up, exactly as all men do in the instant they meet someone new. Greg and I were about the same height and about the same build. He may have been slightly taller than me, but it could have been the heels of his dress shoes. Lisa had mentioned that he is a lawyer, so he was every bit as fit and polished as the stereotype I imagined. He was clean shaven and his light brown hair was perfectly combed, parted, and set in place. His suit was casual but looked expensive. Like me, he opted out of wearing a tie. His smile became visible as he approached us, revealing a perfect set of teeth. I could see that he was generally attractive to women, but I was confident he didn't outclass me.

"Melissa, it is so nice to see you again," he said as he reached for her. They exchanged a long hug as old friends would do, and I could see that it set Melissa at ease from the tension she felt a moment ago. When they parted, Greg added, "I'm so glad you came. Thank you." Looking at me, he asked her, "Is this your husband?"

"Yes," Melissa answered, "This is my husband, Mike."

Greg's handshake and smile felt genuine as he greeted me. "Mike, I am very pleased to meet you. Lisa has told me a lot about you, and I suspect we're going to be good friends. Come on in. Let me get you a drink. What would you like?"

Greg led me to the left from the front door area, through the living room, then to the right, toward the back of the house and into the dining room, which was separated from the kitchen then on my right only by a large kitchen island. The dining table was covered by several trays of various snacks. Beyond the table, a glass sliding door covered by vertical blinds led to what was probably a back patio, although it was not lit outside and the blinds blocked most of the view, so I couldn't be sure. On the island were probably a dozen different bottles of liquor, a bucket of ice, and a stack of red plastic cups.

"I'm not sure," I finally answered, looking over the various bottles, my mind unable to focus on any particular one. Instead my mind had begun screaming the question, "Does he know that I fucked his wife?" Perhaps this was some inward expression of guilt.

"How about a Manhattan to get you caught up to the rest of us? It's my go-to cocktail when I'm not drinking beer or wine."

"Sounds good. It's been a while since I had one of those. I usually stick to wine, but you're right about getting caught up. Sorry we arrived so late."

"Not at all. Things started to liven up only just before you and Melissa arrived." Greg's eyes looked to my right, as Lisa and Melissa had joined us. "Melissa, what can I get for you?"

"What's that you're making?"

"It's a Manhattan."

"Of course. I'll have one of those, too, if you don't mind. A little extra vermouth in mine."

"Yes, I remember." Greg flashed her a smile before returning to his work.

"How are we doing on ice, Honey?" Lisa asked Greg.

"We should be fine, Sweetheart," he answered.

Lisa sucked at her drink through a straw.

"What's that you're drinking?" I asked her.

"Vodka cranberry. But Greg has some simple syrup that he added to sweeten it up a little, so it's like candy. Want to try?" She lifted her cup and pointed the straw toward me.

"No thanks, I don't really like sweet drinks."

"Me neither," agreed Greg. "For me, that's a sure way to upset my stomach."

"Exactly," I said.

Greg finished up our Manhattans and set them on the countertop in front of us.

"How are they?" Greg asked after our first sips.

"Perfect," responded Melissa.

I nodded in agreement when Greg looked at me.

"C'mon, guys, let me give you a tour of our new home!" Lisa sucked the last of her vodka cranberry drink through the straw and set the cup on the island, then took us each by a forearm.

I smiled and nodded at Greg as I raised my cup to him in thanks, and he reciprocated as Lisa pulled Melissa and me from the kitchen.

"You just moved in?" I asked.

"Nope. We've been here for months, but this house needed a lot of renovations before we could have visitors. It was in embarrassing shape, which is a shame for an old Victorian like this one." As Lisa led us through the rooms, she named them. "So that's the kitchen, of course, and that's the dining room. We had to knock out a wall between the two to open it up and allow that island. What an improvement that was. This is the living room." We weaved through several couples as we walked. As we approached the front door, Lisa said, "We call this the foyer even though it isn't really a separate room from what we call the study."

"Beautiful pool table," I remarked. The study had one large shelf of books at the back and a desk, but otherwise it looked more like a "pool room" to me than a "study."

"Thanks. The previous owners left it behind when they moved out and we decided to keep it. We just had to replace the felt and have it rebalanced, and then it was as good as new. Do you play?"

"Both of us do, actually," responded Melissa.

"Then we'll have to play sometime. Maybe even tonight we can get a game in." Pointing at the doors underneath the staircase, Lisa continued, "That's a half bathroom there, and that's a closet." Lisa started up the stairs. I followed with Melissa behind me.

As we climbed the stairs, my eyes were drawn to the white linen covering Lisa's ass as it moved and shifted just inches from my face. As loosely fitted as the fabric was, it still pulled tight for brief instances with each of her steps, allowing accurate visions of her slim physical form beneath. I found it easier to remember then how it looked naked while I fucked her four weeks prior.

"That's going to be a guest bedroom eventually after we finish it, " Lisa said, pointing to a closed door to her right as we topped the stairs. Walking to the left, down the hallway, she pointed out the remaining rooms. "That's our master bedroom. It's barely bigger than the other two bedrooms, but the front window is larger. That's the upstairs bathroom, there, and here is the other guest bedroom. This one is finished, though." She walked into the guest bedroom, so naturally, Melissa and I followed.

"The bed and furniture are all new, and that mattress is incredibly comfortable." Lisa closed the door behind her. "Now," Lisa continued, "don't tell the other guests, but if you two drink too much and don't feel good about trying to drive home tonight, it's totally fine if you stay overnight and take this room."

"Oh, that's very generous, but it won't be necessary..." I started to say, but while I spoke I watched Lisa close the two steps between her and Melissa. She took Melissa's Manhattan and set it on the dresser next to them, reached her hands behind Melissa's neck, stood up on her tippy toes, and pulled Melissa's face down to hers for a kiss. Melissa didn't resist, but did lose her balance, which forced her to lean against the wall behind her. Lisa pressed her body into Melissa's, and Melissa's hands settled onto Lisa's back above her waist. Their mouths opened to each other and their tongues shared several strokes.

It occurred to me that I hadn't seen them kiss four weeks ago, and it was the first time I had ever seen my wife kiss anyone other than me. Watching her tongue enter Lisa's mouth suddenly felt more erotic than watching Lisa lick her pussy. I stared for several seconds, then realized my mouth was hanging open and had gone dry, so I downed what remained of my Manhattan.

Lisa broke the kiss and stepped back. Melissa took a deep breath. Lisa took two more slow steps backward, still facing Melissa, until her body came into contact with mine. I didn't move. Her ass pressed against my thighs. She brought her right hand up behind her back, placed it on my crotch, and squeezed lightly to determine exactly how my dick was situated inside my pants. Melissa's eyes flicked back and forth from mine to Lisa's and back again, searching for an answer to a question. Otherwise, Melissa remained still, leaning against the wall, her hands pressed flat against it.

"I'm sorry, Mike," Lisa said, "What was it that you were saying?" Having found the length of my dick hardening beneath her hand, Lisa stroked it through my khakis.

I looked to Melissa for an answer, and Melissa looked to me for the same. A silence hung in the air as Lisa continued to slowly stroke my dick. Her arm's movement was blatantly obvious to Melissa, of course, yet Melissa issued no protest. I supposed that was the answer. Melissa would go along with my decision.

I tossed my empty cup onto the bed, then tentatively placed my hands on top of Lisa's shoulders. The linen of the shirt felt like nothing beneath my palms. I could feel every bony contour underneath, revealing that, once again, Lisa wore no bra. My hands slid outward. The shirt ended high on her arms. My hands gripped the bare skin of her biceps and triceps. Lisa's hand pulled at my hardening dick. Melissa remained silent and still, watching us. My hands slid forward to explore Lisa's chest, as if they still could not believe the smallness of her breasts. She boldly pulled her shoulders back to ensure I got a good feel.

"It doesn't seem like Mike is able to answer my question, Melissa. Do you know what it was that he was saying?"

Melissa tried to speak but quickly realized her throat had clenched tight. After a gulp, she answered simply, "Yeah."

"What was it?"

Barely above a whisper, she said, "He was saying that we won't be staying overnight."

Having repeatedly rubbed and squeezed Lisa's nipples through the linen, my hands dropped to Lisa's narrow hips, and I pulled her tighter against me. Her hand still pulled at my hardening dick.

"That's a shame, don't you think?" asked Lisa.

"Yeah."

"I agree," said Lisa. "You know why I agree?"

"Please tell me."

"Because I think your husband wants to fuck me again," responded Lisa. "Do you think I'm right?"

Melissa's eyes looked to my hands pulling on Lisa's hips. "Yeah," she repeated.

"Yeah...what?" teased Lisa. She wanted to hear Melissa say it.

"My husband wants to fuck you again."

Already I was losing control. My left hand reached for Lisa's crotch before I knew it was happening. The middle finger pushed into the slit between her labia as the other fingers stroked the entire mound. The smooth linen of her pants slid easily over the soft panties beneath, revealing every contour to my probing fingertips.

Lisa rolled her hips forward, against my hand, in a welcoming response. "Mmm," she hummed. Still she stroked my dick. "And what do you think, Honey? Should I let him fuck me?"

Melissa's hands came away from the wall behind her and rested on her thighs, then pulled upward on her black dress. It slid easily over her sheer pantyhose, gathering at her hips, until the red of her silk panties came into view from beneath the dark nylon. Her right hand went to her crotch as the left hand held the hem of her dress just above. As she spoke, two fingers went to work on her clitoris through the fabric of her panties and pantyhose.

"That depends," Melissa finally responded. "Do you want him to?"

My fingers rhythmically stroked Lisa's slit.

"Mmmm...that's a good question," replied Lisa. She grappled the fabric of my khakis and tugged me along with her as she stepped back over to Melissa.

The three of us then sandwiched together against the wall, Melissa and I almost face to face with Lisa squeezed between us. Soon I could feel from Lisa's movements that she had replaced Melissa's hand with her own on Melissa's crotch. Melissa's hands went to the back of my head and the back of Lisa's, to hold us close, and her mouth opened involuntarily as she gasped for air. I lowered my body slightly, and my mouth found hers. Meanwhile my hands returned to Lisa's hips as my body began to instinctively hump her from behind. Melissa moaned into my mouth as Lisa began to speak, her voice partly muffled, as her face was squeezed against Melissa's breasts.

"Yeah, I'll fuck Mike. But I want to lick your pussy again and I want you to cum on my face. Is that OK?"

"Yes," Melissa breathed into my mouth.

"And I want you to lick my pussy again, too. Do you remember what you told me about my pussy?"

"I said that I didn't know pussy could taste so sweet," Melissa breathed again.

"That's right. I think Mike should be able to lick my pussy too."

"OK."

"Say it."

"I want Mike to lick your pussy and make you cum."

I lowered my hips further and pushed my crotch into the underside of Lisa. I was ready to fuck her right there and then, pressed up against my wife.

"Speaking of that, Mike, I'll let you cum inside me if you make me cum first," Lisa said. And to Melissa she said, "What do you think about that, Honey? Do you want to see Mike cum inside me?"

Melissa didn't answer. Instead she pulled my head to hers for another kiss. She forced her tongue deep into my mouth and swept every side of my tongue as she moaned.

"I'll take that as a yes," quipped Lisa. Just as my hands were slipping underneath the waistline of Lisa's panties, she suddenly slid out from between us and reached for the door. "Sorry, guys, but we need to quit this before we're gone from the party for too long. Greg will start to wonder what we're up to."

The sounds of Melissa's breathing and my pounding heartbeat filled my ears. Melissa was the first to speak.

"Yeah." She paused for another breath. "You're right." She pulled down her dress and smoothed its wrinkles.

My dick was fully erect and I was ready to fuck, so I wasn't able to think so clearly. I was at the brink of simply not caring if Greg knew, and the thought crossed my mind to grab Lisa and bend her over the bed and fuck her right there in front of my wife again.

Lisa could see my state of arousal. "It's OK, Mike. Just give yourself a few minutes to calm down. Let's make it through the party. Both of you need to help me to get Greg good and drunk. After the other guests leave and he passes out, we can fuck all night, and we don't have to confine ourselves to this bedroom. I still haven't been fucked on that pool table, you know." Lisa punctuated her words with a smile. "I'll see you downstairs." She turned the doorknob, opened the door, and disappeared down the hall.

Melissa and I remained standing there just inches apart. Her eyes had that faraway, glossy look they get when she is in a state of arousal, and the skin on her neck and chest had reddened.

Looking at me, she knew that my body was aching to fuck. "We can't," she whispered. She placed a hand on my chest and gave me a gentle push in a sign to create some distance.

"I need to."

"We can't," she repeated. "We just got here. Everyone will know what we did if we reappear downstairs after a long absence."

"Right now I don't care."

"I know, but you will later. And right now, I do care." Melissa gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "C'mon, let's go. You'll feel better soon." She turned to leave the bedroom, but I grabbed her arm to stop her. I still had a question.

"I thought you said we weren't going to do this again."

Melissa looked down at the floor for a moment, then directly into my eyes. "Well, I guess I was wrong." Another moment passed between us. All the while she stared into my eyes. "Say it clearly to me now: do you want her?"