One Saturday night, not long ago, my husband, Dan, and I decided to throw a small dinner party with a few close friends. We invited three couples; John and Amy, Paul and Trish and Wes and Leigh. We enjoyed a delicious meal after which the men headed for the den while the women cleaned up. The four of us were in the kitchen doing the dishes when Amy mentioned her frustration over how unfulfilling her and John’s sex life had become. We were all around the same age, early 30’s, and had been married long enough for the sexual thrills to have subsided. I could relate, and so could the others, and soon we were comparing stories about how long it had been since any of us had gotten a good piece of ass. “We should go jump them right now,” Trish dared. All at once, we stopped and stared at one another. We were horny and desperate and a devilish gleam sparkled in our eyes as the idea took root.

Sneeking up the back stairs to my bedroom, we soon were rifling through the dresser in search of the hottest, skimpiest, sexiest lingerie I owned. Thankfully all of us are about the same size, except for Amy who’s 42DD’s overshadow the rest of our medium-size tits. We giggled nervously, excited by the surprise we were about to spring on the unsuspecting males lounging downstairs. Leigh snatched up a favorite of mine, a soft peach lace teddy with a pair of white seamed stockings and 4″ white pumps. It went perfectly with her flaming red hair and long, shapely legs. Amy found an oldie but goodie, a teal colored 2-piece bra and crotchless panty set. Of course her boobs spilled out over the top, leaving very little to the imagination, but it looked fabulous against her dark tan. Trish, the devil that she is, chose the silky red kimono, with a red bra and “G” string. She also found a pair of red thigh-highs and heels to match. I picked out the black see-through cat suit, and my 6″ heels. We all primped a little, touching up our hair and make-up, making sure that the men wouldn’t be able to resist us –not this time! After a last glance in the mirror, we giggled and tip-toed down the steps.

Trish was the first one to enter the den. When she sauntered in, all conversation immediately stopped. Paul’s jaw practically hit the floor as the other guys looked questioningly back and forth from him to his wife, trying to figure out just what in the hell was going on. They had a hunch when Amy waltzed in with her voluptuous cleavage straining the binds of the snug-fitting bra. Wes let out a low whistle while her husband, John, sputtered and practically choked on his beer. Trish and Amy continued to walk around the room, giving all the men a good look at their sexy bodies. Leigh joined the parade next, every male head turning to gaze at her strikingly tall, slim figure. Her husband, Wes, whistled again, this time sitting forward in his chair to hide the hard-on tenting his pants. I was the last one to join the party, standing vampishly in the doorway, poised for action. The other ladies were strutting and flaunting their bodies, giving the men more than an eyeful of their fleshy curves.

Playing the seductive cat, I slithered across the room, straight towards Wes and his boner. I heard my husband’s shocked voice exclaim, “Beka!” but I simply peered over my shoulder and winked at him. Any further objections were smothered by Amy’s huge melons as she leaned in close to his face and taunted him. Trish stopped in front of John and removed the sash from her robe.