Chapter 6
Kristi and Belinda took a shower together, giggling and carrying on girlishly. Kristi's nipples grazed Belinda several times, setting off a firestorm in her cunt, and she was tempted to push the provocative brunette against the wall and eat her out, but had to defer the urge or she wouldn't get dinner ready on time.
They perfumed their luscious bodies in all the critical places, then put on floor-length gowns with nothing under them but titillating bare skin. They were just sheer enough to hint at the delicacies they covered, and just opaque enough to keep a man looking and wishing for a better view. The tops barely covered their nipples and the sides were split to the waist, leaving their gorgeous legs to flash from hip to toe as they walked.
"I always feel so risqu' when I don't wear underwear," Belinda giggled.
"I feel like I'm getting ready for a date with you and a guy," Kristi said.
"Just like old times," Belinda said.
"I sure as hell hope so," Kristi said. "You know, I've never had much interest in watching Jerry with another girl, but now that you're here, I can hardly wait to watch him fuck you."
"You've never thought about doing a little swinging, just to keep the spark in your sex life?"
"Not really," Kristi replied. "Jerry and I have been so happy with each other, until this business with my boss came up, we hadn't even talked about the possibility."
Belinda gave Kristi a light kiss on the lips. "I have the feeling that my presence is going to be the catalyst that's going to bring about a lot of changes in your life."
"Yes, I have the same feeling," Kristi said, "and I'm looking forward to it."
Until Jerry came in the door, he wasn't too sure how he felt about having a girl as a house guest for an indefinite period of time. He took one look at Belinda and instantly didn't care if she stayed until Hell froze over.
She was an inch or so taller than Kristi, and her tits were slightly smaller, but her aura was simply loaded with sexual promise. The way her gorgeous thighs looked through the splits in her gown made his blood boil and his mouth water. He already knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and the splits went all the way to the waist, and he was pretty she wasn't wearing panties either. He could imagine those stately stems wrapped around his waist as he plowed her garden of pleasure, and his cock stirred restlessly in his pants.
Kristi glided into his arms for a welcome home kiss, and he automatically put his hands on her hips. As he kissed her, he checked her waist for the band of thong panties, didn't find one, and his cock got even more restless. He slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her closer and nearly choked her with his tongue.
Kristi broke the kiss and looked at him with one eyebrow arched. "Whew," she said softly, "that was some kiss. Did a pretty girl make a pass at you today and get you all fired up?"
"I'm just glad to see you," he replied, hoping she hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants. How could he explain to his wife that their house guest was the one who got him all fired up?
"Belinda's here," Kristi said.
"Yeah, so I noticed," he replied.
Kristi giggled and rubbed her mound against the hard lump of his cock, just to let him know that she'd noticed it. "You'd better stop trying to make out with me and say hello before she gets jealous."
Jerry held his wife in his left arm and held out his right hand to Belinda. "Hello, Belinda," he said, "how are you?"
Belinda wasn't having any of that silly formality. She chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy and inviting that Jerry actually shivered. "As fine as RCH, Jerry," she said softly.
The reference to red cunt hair, the color of his wife's bush, coming from the mouth of such an elegant girl startled him. But not as much as when she kissed him passionately, full on the mouth with lots of tongue, utterly un-like a girl he'd met only once, and then briefly. His eyes widened in surprise, a look that quickly turned to worry as he cut his eyes to the side and looked at his wife.
Kristi smiled sweetly, as if to say that she didn't see a thing wrong with Belinda kissing him like a long-lost lover. He couldn't help himself. He had to return the kiss in kind. Belinda put her right arm around Kristi's waist and her left arm around his neck and snuggled up to him, and the touch of her voluptuous body made his cock stir harder.
Belinda broke the kiss and looked up at him with doe eyes. "I don't usually go for guys with facial hair," she said with a sexy chuckle, "but since you're my best friend's husband, I'll make an exception in your case." She ran the tip of her tongue around her full, red lips in a gesture that was blatantly seductive and inviting.
"Well, I didn't expect such an intimate greeting," he said, his voice strained by the tightness in his groin.
"I feel sort of like Kristi's big sister, and I'm very protective of her," Belinda said. "From what she tells me, you're very good to her. That makes me very happy, and I wanted you to know that I want us to be good friends, very good friends."
"Better make that mentor, darling," Kristi laughed. "You're a year older and a couple inches taller, but I'm bigger."
Belinda caught the reference to sisters not doing the things they did to each other-unless they were really kinky-and winked surreptitiously, then chuckled and briefly hefted one tit with her right hand. "Yeah, you got the genes for milk cow teats, and I got the genes for milk cow eyes."
"I like your big brown eyes," Jerry said. "They're very expressive, and I don't see anything wrong with the rest of you."
"Be careful, darling," Belinda warned with a sexy chuckle, "I haven't been flattered by a handsome guy in a long time, and flattery will get you anything you want. Besides, I'm a sucker for a guy with a glib tongue."
"His tongue is also very creative," Kristi said, "and if I remember correctly, you're a pretty good sucker."
Belinda arched one eyebrow and said mischievously, "Only pretty good."
"I think I'm better," Kristi replied. "Well, there's only one way to find out, so I guess we'll just have to wonder."
"Oh, you can never tell what time might bring," Kristi quipped. "We'd better eat before everything gets cold."
"Speak for yourself girl," Belinda laughed. The bawdy banter between the two rambunctious former college roommates didn't surprise Jerry, but he thought he detected some hidden meaning in it. He hoped he was right. He couldn't imagine a more scintillating experience than bedding these two, preferably at the same time.
He seated Belinda, then went around the table to seat his wife and, out of the corner of his eye, saw Belinda scoot her chair closer to the end of the table. He sat in his usual place at the head of the table, and when he pulled his chair up, his knee hit Belinda's. She looked at him and pretended not to notice, and he let it pass.
"So," he said, "did you two get caught up on old times this afternoon?"
"Oh, no," Kristi said quickly. "We barely scratched the surface. It will take us weeks and weeks to get caught up."
"Will you let me stay that long, Jerry?" Belinda smiled and licked her lips again, leaving her bright red lipstick shiny with saliva.
Jerry couldn't help thinking of how those lush red lips would feel wrapped around his cock. He cleared the frog out of his throat and said, "You can stay as long as you want."
"But only on one condition," Belinda said. "I don't want you to treat me special in any way. I'm a pretty good cook and I expect to do my share of the housework, so just forget that I'm a guest and treat me the way you treat Kristi. Don't give me anything or do anything for me that you don't give her or do for her, and we'll get along just fine. Okay?"
Before Jerry could reply, Kristi jumped in. "Now, there's an interesting proposition if I ever heard one."
"I'm sure you and Kristi can work everything out to everybody's satisfaction," Jerry said.
"We're sure going to try," Kristi said.
Belinda pulled the top of her dress out and looked down. "I thought I dropped some food, but I can't see anything."
Kristi giggled. "You must be blind," she quipped.
"Oh, I mean anything that shouldn't be there," Belinda snickered. She held her dress away from her tits and leaned toward Jerry. "Can you see anything?"
"I can see everything," Jerry said, "and it looks fabulous."
"You're just a big tease," Belinda said coyly.
"Listen to the pot calling the kettle black," Kristi said.
During the rest of dinner, Belinda kept up her suggestive behavior, rubbing her knee against Jerry's and leaning over so he could see down the front of her dress, and rubbing against his arm several times, giving him a good feel of her braless tits, and telling jokes that seemed perfectly innocent on the surface, but contained subtle references to sexual activity.
The jokes called for just the sort of thoughtful interpretation that Jerry was capable of, given his state of mind, and every time he looked at Kristi, she smiled sweetly and rubbed her bare foot against his leg and went right on eating, leading him to believe that she knew perfectly well what Belinda was doing, and had no objection. He had to shake his head again and again to clear his murky brain, and an acute carnal hunger gnawed at his innards.
Kristi knew precisely what Belinda was doing, and loved it. Watching her sensuous girlfriend flirt and tease Jerry made her pussy mushy and her clit tingle, and she hoped it was having the desired effect on her husband. In their wild college days, she thoroughly enjoyed watching Belinda fuck, and, for the first time since she married, she genuinely wanted to watch her husband fuck another girl.