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She runs her hand up my leg and under my dress. Then, she moves it to my sex and slowly drags a finger through my wetness. My thong is tucked away in her pocket.
“Yeah, I think that sounds like a really good idea,” she says.
A few minutes later, we get into our car and drive to our house. Our friends arrive moments after. We all walk in together, and I turn on the lights as we walk through the hall and into the kitchen. She opens a bottle of wine. I watch her pour it. She’s gotten really good at picking out wine recently.
“So, how does it feel to be engaged? We haven’t really celebrated yet,” one of them says as she brushes her wife’s hair behind her ear and kisses her neck.
“I have a feeling we’re about to,” I reply.
“It’s amazing,” she says, smiling at me as she hands me my wine.
“Should we drink our wine first?” one of them asks.
“I think you guys have already kind of started,” she says.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” our friend says.
I look down and notice her hand is already under her wife’s dress.
“I was out of town for work for a week. Tonight is the first night we’ve had together, so I’m a little–”
“Handsy?” I say.
“Horny,” her wife corrects.
“Do you want to watch while I touch her here?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, drinking my wine.
She takes my hand, and we move to the sofa. They follow us and stand in front, with the table between us. She kisses my neck and runs her hand over my dress. I watch as the women in front of me make out, offering us little sounds as our soundtrack. When her hand unzips my dress at the side, I know I’m not just going to watch.
“Can’t wait?” I ask her.
“No,” she says, sucking a nipple into her mouth.
I hold her there as I watch one of the women in front of us finger her wife under her dress.
“Can I see?” I ask.
The woman holds up her own dress. She has panties on, but I can still make out the hand moving inside them. Her arm wraps around her wife’s neck, pulling her in closer.
“So sexy,” I say.
A hand moves between my legs, and I spread them wide. She strokes me until I come.
“More wine, my love?” the woman asks her wife when she comes down from her orgasm.
“Yes,” she says. “Then, let’s go swimming. We can all take a shower together after.”
They don’t wait for us to say anything before they grab their glasses from the kitchen and then disappear out our back door. She climbs on top of me, settling between my hips.
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you, too,” I reply.
“They’ll be out there for at least a half-hour. Want to go to bed?”
“Will you hold me?”
