Chapter 44

Saturday evening, Nov 25, 2028

My heart was fluttering when I drove up outside Kayla’s. Their car was gone, obviously with Ethan to pick up my wife. I tried to tell myself that this was Kayla, our friend; that I wasn’t nervous, wasn’t scared, but it wasn’t helping. This night had been brewing in my brain for months, growing in my imagination, ever since that night when Addie and Kayla had seduced me and Ethan with their fashion show. Maybe even before that, when Addie first hired the long-legged, not-afraid-to-show-off-her-body beauty to manage her Boise store. Even before Adriana’s life-changing reunion six months ago, I’d been secretly lusting after Kayla. That one brief interlude two months earlier had only served to whet my appetite. And now, tonight...

Then I thought about my mom and dad, what they were feeling, pairing up for a date with another man and woman for the first time ever. Well, since before they were married, anyway, which, in the case of my parents was thirty-three years. Dad was twenty and Mom was nineteen when they married. And I’m quite sure haven’t been on a date with another person in those thirty-three years.

I couldn’t be nearly as nervous as my dad would be, picking up Laura. When I got to the door and started to knock, Kayla opened the door. It was a cool, late November evening and she was wearing a jacket, long jacket. I had no idea what might be underneath it. But her perfume ... wow! And with those heels, she was wearing, she was taller than me, lots of sexy leg below the hem of her jacket.

“I’m ready,” Kayla said. She closed the door behind her and I took her hand, leading her to the van (I took the van ‘just in case’ we might need it later. I knew that Addie wouldn’t be drinking so we’d always have at least one driver), then opened the door for my date like the gentleman I am (quit snickering!). She climbed in, not revealing a thing about what she was wearing, so I went to my side and got in behind the wheel.

As soon I sat, Kayla leaned over across the center console and with her soft, red-lipsticked lips, kissed me, her mouth opening and tongue probing my lips, prompting them open so that our tongues could do a little dance together. After a moment of Kayla’s lips on mine and my little man enthusiastically responding, she backed away, telling me, “Tonight, all night, no backing out,” referring, of course, to the night we’d spent in a motel room together almost three months earlier when she backed out from making love at the last minute. Then she went on, “Hope we’re going someplace good; I’m going to need my energy; I’ve got my slut on tonight.”

Damn, I thought, this was going to be a good night! I was glad I’d snuck that Vi-2 pill earlier (enhanced Viagra – longer lasting and MUCH more potent). Well, sort of. Judging by the tightness in my pants from my already swollen ‘brain’, it was going to be a long, uncomfortable evening ... but followed by a very, very pleasant night! At least I hoped.

“You look nice tonight, MMM, so sexy! Someone you know help you pick that out?” she asked me, laughing. I was wearing the outfit Kayla had picked out for me for my date with Ginger exactly three weeks ago, the knot in the tie still the same one Kayla had tied for me the night I’d bought it.

I got a little better glimpse of leg when she scooted into the Odyssey. “Love this van, so comfy,” she said, stretching those long, sexy legs.

We were a few minutes early to Colavito’s. I gave the hostess Addie’s name and she said our table was nearly ready, so we were directed to their waiting lobby with nice, comfy chairs and a couch. Once there, Kayla took off her jacket and my eyes were riveted. She’d worn one of the outfits from her and Addie’s ‘fashion show’. I still remember what Kayla had said when she took the robe off, showing us that outfit, “For a sexy date night.”

Her blouse was pinkish, flowery; opaque but thin enough for her boobs and pointed nipples to poke through. The bottom of her blouse was tied in the front right under her boobs, leaving the rest of her midriff totally bare, down to her ... silky shorts, that could probably have passed for underwear, sitting low on her hips and loose around her legs, but I was sure not a bit over six inches long, total. God, she knew how to showcase those legs! Have I ever mentioned those long, slim, sexy legs?

She turned around, wiggling her bubble-butt and the back of that blouse came into view. Shit, if I thought the front was sexy! The back opened up in a big inverted ‘V’ starting at her neckline, the sides tied together across her back with three loose-fitting strings leaving almost her entire back completely bare, covered by nothing but her long, glorious red hair. I remember wondering how Ethan might feel actually going out in public on a date with her wearing that blouse and shorts. There wasn’t going to be a single set of eyes not glued to her!

We sat down on the little couch, our legs pressed together and Kayla put her hand on my leg, right below my bulging groin. I couldn’t help but ask her, “You wear that out before?”

She nodded, then whispered in my ear, “Then we went home and fucked ... I was so horny!” leaving no doubt in my single-minded brain what she intended for later, especially when her hand crept up just a bit on my leg, grazing the underside of my only ‘brain’ that was functioning ... and it was functioning VERY well!

I was just about to suggest we skip dinner completely when Ethan and Addie walked through the door, Ethan’s arm around her waist. If anything, Kayla snuggled a bit tighter, asserting her possessiveness? I put my hand on Kayla’s bare leg, on her inner thigh right below the hem of her silk shorts, pushing it up another inch or so, emphasizing who she belonged to that night. “We’re waiting for our table,” I told them, “he said it’d just be a few minutes.”

Ethan’s eyes got huge, realizing, apparently for the first time, what his wife had worn on her date with me ... and no doubt the implication from remembering when she’d worn it with him, what Kayla had just whispered in my ear. I was a little more than anxious to see what my gorgeous wife had worn, maybe her ‘date-night’ outfit from the fashion show?

Addie’s grin didn’t look jealous in the least. Obviously, Kayla and I were going have to raise our game.

Just as Addie was starting to take her jacket off, two things interrupted her: The hostess arrived, telling us our table was ready; and both our sets of parents arrived, both paired with the opposite spouse.

We all followed the hostess to our table, which was in a separate small room, along with one other large, round table. Once there, Addie and I introduced our dates and parents to each other. Both my dad’s and Addie’s dad’s eyes lingered quite some time on Kayla.

Then Addie and our mothers took off their jackets. It was definitely going to be an interesting evening! I’ll start with what Addie was wearing. I’d seen it before, but it took me a little bit to remember where; the red blouse and skirt she’d worn with Jonah to his birthday dinner. Her blouse was totally sheer, which she’d worn with NOTHING underneath that night with Jonah. Fortunately (I guess), tonight, she was wearing a camisole underneath it. Still no bra, which her breasts and nipples poking through attested to, but at least they weren’t totally on display like they had been with Jonah. I remember his comment when she asked if it was even legal: “You’re in California, dear, not Idaho.” Well, I guess she realized that now she’s in Idaho. Her skirt was thin, silky, and short, but at least not sheer like her top.

My mother: How the hell do I describe the dress my mom was wearing without sounding like a pervert. Never in my wildest imagination would I have expected to see my mother in a little black dress! Especially THAT little black dress. It was no wonder she was scared to wear it out of the house.

And how damned weird it was seeing her with Travis as her date instead of my dad! Travis was all smiles, his arm possessively around her back, skin against skin, holding her close to him. Of course, my dad and Laura were doing the same.

Our table was circular, Dad and Laura on my right, Addie and Ethan, then Mom and Travis. I don’t know what was weirder, Mom and Dad with dates or what Mom and Laura were wearing. Both acted like they were trying to hide their bodies, but it wasn’t working.

Mom rarely wears a dress, much less one that was halfway up her thighs from her knees and the front dipping low enough to show virtually all her cleavage, no possibility of a bra underneath; then little spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It didn’t do a thing to hide the outline of her boobs, either. I don’t feel comfortable even mentioning my mom’s boobs. I’m almost ashamed to admit that my mother looked damned good, what with her LBD, makeup, lipstick, and jewelry! It sure as hell wasn’t going to take much effort for Travis to have that dress off her ... assuming she went through with going to his hotel room later. And the way they were looking at each other, I didn’t think there would be much doubt.

My dad and Laura, either. Dad wasn’t taking his eyes off her, except for that look he sent to Kayla when they first got there. The eye candy at our table was breathtaking. I just realized I referred to my own mother as ‘eye candy’!

And I’ll say, without equivocation, that Laura was ‘eye candy’, too. Her dress was similar to Mom’s, except bright red and the back dipped wayyy down, to the small of her back. If anyone out there thinks that a woman in her low-fifties can’t be sexy, you’re badly mistaken!

While the four of us guys were all drooling, making fools of ourselves, our waitress stopped at our table, white peasant blouse, long skirt, black hair to her waist, “Benvenuto a Colavita’s,” she said, “il mio nome è Vittoria. Sono la figlia di Alessandro.” She laughed, seeing the blank look on our faces, “Welcome to Colavita’s, I am Vittoria, Alessandro’s daughter.” To be perfectly honest, I had to check Google to find the Italian for what she’d said. It had sounded like total gibberish to me. I remembered Alessandro’s strong Italian accent and this girl had every bit as much an accent, except hers sounded sexy as hell! Which, by the way, matched her appearance.

The way she said it didn’t give us the impression she was making fun of our Italian ignorance, but enhancing the restaurant’s Italian atmosphere. Our table had been spread with a large white tablecloth, candles and beautiful flower bouquet in the center (REAL flowers!). The lighting (gas lights on the walls) was turned down low so that a good share of the room lighting was coming from the flickering candles at the three tables. I was happy that the other two tables in the room were empty. At least for the time being, we had the room to ourselves.

When Vittoria asked what we’d like to drink, Addie asked for a recommendation as we aren’t familiar with true Italian. She suggested the Chianti, and obviously noticing Addie’s pregnancy, went on, “And we have a beautiful, non-alcoholic Sangria if you’d like.” I was glad that she’d reverted to speaking English.

Personally, I’d have preferred plain old American ice tea, but this was somewhat of a special night, so I went along with the group and we concurred on a bottle of the Chianti and Addie asked for the Sangria.

She thanked us, telling us that she was sure we’d be pleased. While she was gone, we spent the few minutes introducing Kayla and Ethan to our parents, telling them that Kayla was Adriana’s store manager in Boise and her star volleyball player and Ethan sold and managed real estate, mostly commercial. Actually, I haven’t mentioned it before, but that’s how we met Kayla. Ethan was managing the property where Addie’s store is, showing it to her, then handling the paperwork. So, when Addie needed a manager...

When our parents looked like they were wondering about our ‘arrangement’, but afraid to ask, Adriana jumped right in, “No, we haven’t done this before together, a little playing, but this is a first for us.” I had the impression that Addie was telling them this to hopefully, let our parents know that they weren’t alone in the first-time date-swapping.

I guess to add a little emphasis to how Addie expected our date-night to go, she leaned over and gave Ethan a long, passionate kiss on the lips, being very sexual, licking her lips seductively afterward. While they were kissing, Kayla reached under the table to my groin and wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and pumping up and down just slightly. God!

Both our moms took the hint and gave their dates a kiss as well, albeit much more reserved than Addie and Ethan. That was when Vittoria returned with our drinks, smiling, and said, “spero di non averlo interrotto,” then interpreted herself, laughing, “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

She gave us our wine and Addie’s drink, two small loaves of hot bread and butter and asked if we’d like to order. We laughed and told her we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet. Although I already knew what I wanted – lasagna! My favorite food, especially THEIR lasagna. Besides, Kayla’s hand was still underneath the table ... and that Vi-2 pill was in full effect. If I ever did this again, I’d know to wait on that little pill, maybe even only take a half! It was going to be a LONG evening.

The wine tasted strong alcoholic. I hoped it’d help loosen up our parents’ inhibitions, too.

Vittoria returned a few minutes later and we all knew what we wanted. I didn’t recognize half of what was ordered and it isn’t important, except my lasagna, that is. If it wasn’t for the beautiful ladies we were already with, it would have been very tempting to watch Vittoria’s ass as she walked away, not to mention her boobs when we ordered. I couldn’t help but wonder if she ever ... And I did accidentally notice there was no ring on her finger. Dirty, nasty mind!

As I’m sure you know by now, I’m not a wine drinker. It’s a waste of good grapes. Their Chianti seemed an exception to the rule, though. It was actually good. Thank God Addie’s stores were doing well, I expected it to be expensive. We finished the first bottle before our food arrived and it was already having an effect on our parents. I noticed them doing a lot of rubbing shoulders and upping the ante on the flirting, the looks back and forth.

Our food was really good, especially my lasagna. Everyone else said theirs was good, too. Plus, we’d consumed another two bottles of Chianti. By the time dinner was over, I’d had my hand inside Kayla’s silk shorts and discovered she was wearing very skimpy lace panties; we’d kissed; and even our parents were getting into the ‘kissing’ act, much more aggressively than when dinner had begun. Needless to say, Adriana and Ethan had become very ‘affectionate’.

Vittoria brought our checks and Adriana said that we were paying since the evening was her idea. The other three men insisted that they’d split the tip. She left us a bottle of limoncello, which I remembered from the other times we’d been there was strong with vodka. But before we left, it was gone. Even Addie had taken a small sip, puckering her mouth at the strong alcoholic taste, then pressing her open mouth onto Ethan’s.

We were sensible enough to know that none of us were in any shape to drive, except Adriana. So we left the other cars and all bailed into the Odyssey, thankful that it had seating for eight. This was exactly the reason I’d brought it, instead of the Wrangler. The unfortunate thing, though, was that Kayla and I had to split up, me sitting in the back seat and Kayla in the center along with Mom and Travis. All, even Kayla and Ethan, were amazed when Adriana told the car to go to The Press and Pony and it did, with no other input from Addie, even finding a parking space.

The Press and Pony was nice. It has a small stage and a dance floor in front, with tables around the dance floor then booths around that; and a relatively small oval-shaped bar. Off to one side, there were pool tables around the room. Opposite the stage there was a mezzanine. It had a rock band, really good if you like rock. At least it wasn’t the modern crap that couldn’t be classified as anything except noise. It actually had a beat to it that seemed like it might be fun to dance to. Of course, I had an idea what Kayla’s and my dancing was likely going to consist of ... at least I hoped.

As far as I knew, our parents hadn’t ever been to a place like it, but hell, there were a lot of surprises coming, like the fact that Travis was nibbling on the back of my mom’s neck ... and she was eating it up as we looked for a table that the eight of us could sit around.

I’d hoped to get a somewhat secluded table or booth, but it wasn’t to be. The only empty table big enough was right at the edge of the dance floor. Some group must have left just before we got there. Glancing up at the mezzanine, it looked just as filled, so we decided to take the table while it was still empty.

We ordered drinks but before the barmaid brought them, Kayla dragged me out on the dance floor and Addie did the same with Ethan. This wasn’t a slow song that I prefer to dance to. Kayla’s hands were up in the air, gyrating her body and pressing against me, obviously feeling my cock that had been hard almost the whole evening. I tried to reciprocate her dance style, both of us getting bumped and pushed by people all around us.

She turned around and backed into me, grabbing my hands and pulling them over her nearly bare tits, pressing them into her hard nipples and pressing into my groin ... and this was just our first dance!

When the music finished after several minutes, these musicians must have almost superhuman stamina, Kayla wrapped her arms around my neck and said, in a loud enough voice for anyone near to hear “I am so fucking horny!”

God, if I hadn’t been rock-hard before, I sure as hell would have been then! This was a side of Kayla that I’d only glimpsed before ... and I liked it! There were several people looking our way, undoubtedly thinking ‘lucky guy’. They had no friggin’ idea!

I had no idea where Ethan and my wife might have been. The dance floor was crowded. By the time we got where we could see our table, only Dad and Laura were there ... and I tugged Kayla’s hand to stop and just watch. Dad and Laura were locked in a flaming-hot, searing lip-lock, their arms around each other, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Kayla and I stood watching, not wanting to break up their private little party. I glanced around, trying to find Mom and Travis or Addie and Ethan. Addie noticed us and they started bumping through the crowd in our direction.

The four of us stood, watching and waiting, mesmerized, as the two lusty, horny wanna-be-teenagers were making out. One of Dad’s hands migrated to Laura’s tit, kneading and squeezing her nipple. I could almost hear Laura’s moans above the drone of noise and music.

They finally broke apart from each other and we walked back to our table. Kayla surprised me, taking Laura’s hand and tugging, “Come, let’s dance,” she cheerily told her.

Laura glanced around, in somewhat a state of shock. I suspect she’d never danced with a girl before. I guess there were going to be several ‘firsts’ tonight. Having a man, not her husband, mauling her tit, wasn’t going to be her only first-time experience.

I wondered where my mom and Travis were when I saw them coming toward us, Mom’s face all flushed ... from dancing ... or something else... ?

Mom and Travis sat down and we all watched Laura and Kayla, Kayla’s hands on Laura’s hips and Laura’s on Kayla’s shoulders, laughing and rocking their bodies to the music. Shortly, they both had hands in the air, twirling and gyrating ... until Kayla pulled Laura’s back into her and cupped her hands over Laura’s boobs ... and then people moved into our line of sight and we couldn’t see the two of them. Damn!

I’d been busy intently watching my date dancing with Adriana’s mother and hadn’t noticed what Ethan and Addie were doing right beside me. When I glanced in their direction, they were holding hands, fingers intertwined, Addie’s head on Ethan’s shoulder nibbling on his ear. When she noticed me watching, she sat up and said she had to go to the ladies’ room.

A few minutes later, Kayla and Laura came back to the table and Kayla dragged my mom out to the dance floor. It was funny how Mom’s face turned red when Kayla grabbed her hand and she briefly tried to resist. Mom had seen how Kayla and Laura danced and after a moment or two of hesitation, got into it with her. What a weird experience, watching my ‘sexy’ mother dancing with another woman, Kayla’s arms around her; and then that little kiss! God, my mom kissing my date? It was only a short, little kiss, but on the lips... !