Risque Pleasures (5 page)

“Go on, go home early. I am too. We need time to get ready.” Christine said to her from the doorway. Serena looked the clock on the wall, it was four thirty. “Great, thanks.
The extra time is a luxury. I really enjoy taking the time to dress.”

“I am sure you will look absolutely luscious.
See you at seven.” Christine’s voice was pure seduction which was even more frustrating.

Serena took her time with dressing. She luxuriated in the steamy shower and
lathered up with honeysuckle scented soap. “Honeysuckle,” She had said to herself in irony. “Oh well I might as well bathe in it as it is the closest I am going to get to suckling any honey right now.” She would have masturbated if she had the time but the reasoned with herself that if she can’t feel good she might as well look good.

She smoothed lotion all over her damp s
kin till it became silky soft. She put on her smallest, laciest lingerie, in a warm caramel color. Well Christine did say to look luscious. She wore a simple dress but it was red and well fitted so as to be tight where it mattered. Her high pert breasts were flattered by the scooped neckline and a plunging back gave all the right attention to her shapely ass. She lined her eyes carefully till she had the seductive almond shape just right and she applied blood red lipstick. Serena looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the effect. She did look sexy but she also looked chic. At seven thirty pm sharp she was ringing the doorbell of Christine’s modern townhouse.

Christine opened the door
looking very slick in a skin tight black dress with a long zip in the front going all the way down to the hem. “Wow, great dress.”

“
Thank you. I’ve had it for years. It’s an old favorite.”

“Well it is beautiful, and very sexy.” Christine and Serena locked gazes for a second until Serena looked away first. When she looked back at her again Christine was still gazing at her with a knowing smile on her face. “Your dress is lovely too. You look absolutely stunning, luscious.”

A very handsome man from the photograph appeared by Christine’s side. “Welcome Serena. It’s great to meet you. I’m John.” He extended his hand out for a warm handshake. She noticed he didn’t squeeze too hard the way some men felt the need to do to assert their masculinity. The three of them made easy small talk over aperitifs and hors d’oeuvres. Serena was seriously impressed that her hosts offered real aperitifs, dry martinis served with simple nibbles of olives, slivers of foie gras resting on slender slices of baguette and crispy fried slivers of aubergines topped with a snowflake of goats cheese.

Serena loved the sophistication of it all. Her family were simple people whose idea of entertaining was barbecues and beer. Sometimes that was just fine, perfect even. Then as she got older her friends thought that the ultimate in glamour was red wine. It was served before dinner, during dinner and after dinner. Most of the time the palate became so drenched and deadened by the time dinner got served that they could not taste what they were eating which ended up with the guys ordering the spiciest possible foods in order for some flavor to punch its way through the alcohol numbed taste buds. Not here in Christine’s house.

“Your home is just beautiful.”

“Thank you Serena
,” the couple said in unison.

“No it is not just a compliment. I studied design for five years and it is still my passion. Your home, the placement of the furniture, your choice of colors, you have created an ambience that is so restful but invigorating at the same time. Yet your work environment is so oppressive.” Oops! She had said it. She held her breath and looked down so they wouldn’t see her
try to work out how to repair her verbal damage. She had only spoken the truth, the relaxed environment had drawn it out of her. She decided to just face it. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

“Please don’t
apologize. It’s true. The offices could use a refurb and there is some budget for it but it so small that I don’t think any of the designers in town would waste their time on it. Unless…”

Serena held her breath. She knew it had to come from Christine. “Unless, well you just said you have done design, an
d it was obvious enough that you needed to comment on it. How about you look around and give me your thoughts and ideas on what should be done. Put forward a proposal. If I like your ideas and they fit the budget, we will do them.”

Serena gulped her martini down
. “Really?”

“Yes,
really. Now come on, let’s go to the restaurant.”

Over dinner Serena was impressed to notice that both Christine and John drank water in between glasses of wine. She knew that was how the Europeans drank. Serena recalled the many times she would be at dinner with friends where they would just drink and drink and keep on drinking as their words become slurred and they began to slump around barely capable of staying upright even while they were seated. Mick even got too drunk to fuck. What a waste
. Or he would try to fuck her but just ended up humping her for what seemed like hours on end with no finesse, no passion, just endless banging until he collapsed.

The dinner was perfect. The food was good, the company and the conversation was good. It was all over too soon.

“This was lovely. Thank you for a wonderful evening, I really had a wonderful time.” Serena got her car keys out of her bag as they stood in front of the town house. John extended his arm around Serena’s shoulders, “Oh it’s still early. Come in for coffee.” John shot his wife a quizzical look to search for approval. He got it when she smiled at him and nodded imperceptibly. John was no fool. When Christine asked if was okay with him that she invite a girl from work to join them as the new restaurant, he knew she was up to something. He especially recalled that her request came right after their wild love making where Christine admitted her fantasy to him about having another woman join them in bed.

“Yes Serena, please do
come in.” Christine had that look on her face. The one where her eyes were sparkling and her mouth was slightly open. She took Serena by the arm and they all went inside.

“Let’s sit outside on the deck.”
They went through the large bi-fold doors.

“Oh this is fabulous. Why should I be surprised?”

The deck was spacious and lined with lush greenery all around for privacy. There was comfortable outdoor furniture that invited lounging and the lighting was soft and didn’t cast any grotesque shadows. It was an inviting space. In the corner a hot tub made soft bubbling sounds.

They settled themselves onto the plump cushioned furniture and sipped the pink champagne John had brought out.
Christine kicked off one of her black strappy high heels and stroked John’s leg with her foot. John smiled and looked down. He was relaxed, well fed and wondering what his wife had planned. She often invited people over, they both loved entertaining. Christine had been paying more attention than usual to certain details, like turning the hot tub on. Serena certainly was a looker, very fuckable. He sipped his champagne and sat back ready to follow Christine’s lead. If tonight was the night for some fun then he was ready. It had been a good evening. The dinner was good and he was in the company of two very attractive women and the evening wasn’t over yet.

Christine kicked her other shoe
off. “It’s a lovely warm evening isn’t it? I am going to sit on the edge of the tub and dangle my legs in. The bubbles are like a massage. Come on Serena, join me.” Christine sat on the edge of the tub and swiveled her body around. She drew her knees up and lowered her legs into the water. “Oh this feels great. Come on.” Christine beckoned to Serena to come over. Serena was struggling with her high heels. They were flesh colored ankle straps. John was sitting next to Serena on the large outdoor sofa and could see she was having trouble. “Here. Let me help.” He put his hand around her calf and lifted her leg onto his lap so he could unbuckle the shoe. after removing the other one as well he turned the shoe around so he could look at it. “This is a very pretty color.”

“Thank you. It’s called nude.” She lowered her legs from his lap one at a time meaning that for a few seconds her legs were wide open and he could see up her dress to her lacy caramel panties. He made no attempt to l
ook away. ‘I see you are very fond of that color.” She smiled at him over her shoulder as she went over to join Christine.

Serena
sat with Christine and enjoyed the swirl of water around her legs as they sipped their drinks and chatted. Serena felt the rush of excitement for two reasons. Christine had offered an opening for her to flex her design skills which was thrill enough, and it also looked as if Christine wanted to play. “I don’t want to sit on the edge of the tub anymore.”

“Oh, okay.” Serena started to get up. “No! Don’t get up. I mean I don’t want to be on the outside of the tub. I want to be in it.” She stood up and looked over her shoulder at John. Was this his cue
he wondered? He got up from his seat and went over to the tub. Christine smiled at him, “Hey honey undo my zip will you, I want to get in.” John went behind her and wrapped his arms around her as both Christine and John looked at Serena. Still holding her gaze John found the tab of the zip and slowly unzipped it. John peeled the dress off her. Christine stood there in her underwear. She wobbled slightly, “Ooh, I must have had one bubbly too many. Help me out will you Serena darling. Take this tight underwear off me so I can relax.”

Serena reached up and hooked her fingers around the slender sides of Christine’s black panties and peeled them down
very slowly. Very slowly her shaven pussy came into view, like a sexy smile. Christine sat back down on the edge of the tub next to Serena for her to undo her bra and Christine launched herself into the warm water. She lay there floating with her eyes closed. She opened them again, “I am not going to be in here on my own am I?” John looked at Serena, “Do you mind?” as he began unbuckling his belt. “Of course not. This is your home.”

“I would not want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay. I feel very comfortable.” John undressed quickly and stood naked in front of Serena. His cock was already sticking out straight. John knew it would be fully upright within seconds. He held out his hand to Serena, “Care to join us?”

Serena swung her legs out of the water and took John’s hand to help her stand up. “It’s your turn to unzip me.” She swept her hair to one side and turned her back to him while he unzipped her. She stepped out of her dress while John got into the tub. Christine pushed herself into his arms and they shared a passionate kiss. Under the water Christine grabbed for John’s cock, it was rock hard and she kissed him again. Serena was still standing in her spot. She waited until Christine and John were both looking at her. She knew the way she was standing was flattering her
body and she could tell that they both liked what they were looking at. She put her arms behind her back to reach the clip of her bra and unclipped it. She kept her arms there for a few seconds so as to keep them waiting. She pulled her bra off and her breasts were revealed.

John’s cock throbbed at the sight of those boobs bouncing before him and even though Christine was in water she knew she just got wetter. She raced her fingers down John’s back, her long nails leaving little trails down his back. She knew he was excited and not just because his cock was stiff. She had already seen Serena’s pussy when she had watched her have it eaten by the two hot chicks in the fitting room. She also knew her John had been devoted to her during their five years of marriage. She was excited that she was going to indulge in a long held fantasy and she was excited that John was too.

Serena slid her panties down her long legs in one elegant movement, like an old style movie star taking off her stockings. She snapped back up with a dramatic hair flick and did an exaggerated step into the tub so her pussy was hovering right over them. Everyone smiled at each other. “Oh this is wonderful.” Serena said. Christine came over to her and put her arms around her. “So, what do you think of my John?” Both women, still embracing tightly looked over at John who had his back resting against the side of the tub and his arms up along the edge. Christine had never seen him look so aroused. Serena thought he looked quite relaxed. “I think he is lovely. And he looks very calm as if you guys have guests in your tub all the time.” Christine kept her arms tight around Serena as she moved closer to John. “No, you are the only other person to be in this tub. Because you are special.” Christine kissed Serena on the cheek. Serena kissed her on the cheek too. John drew them close to him and out his arms around them both so the three of them stood in the tub embracing each other. “What about me? No kisses for me?” Christine giggled and planted a long kiss on John’s mouth then went up close to Serena. She hovered around her face keeping her mouth right over hers but not quite touching until Serena leant forward and their mouths brushed.

They kept brushing them softly against each other causi
ng electric friction to develop. John went behind Christine and fondled her breasts. Serena and Christine pressed their mouths together and then simultaneously entered into a long, languorous lip lock. They gripped each others heads as if trying to get right inside each others mouth. John came up alongside them to get a good look at his wife kissing another woman. Christine and Serena broke out of their kiss, their lips were puffy with passion, their pupils were dilated with abandon. They reached out to embrace John and this time Christine held Serena from behind and fondled her breasts.