After a month of smoozing with a new hire in my office, I learned he had the same kind of bawdy humor as I did. Once beyond the randy jokes, Dan showed me family photos. His son, Donny, looked muscular in his Speedo, but his wife, Denise, was spectacular in her barely legal thong bikini. Now I’m sure who our next seduction will be.

I shared photos of me and Sue in swimwear, but honestly, we don’t look as good as they do. Two of Dan’s tamer photos featured Denise between her son and Dan, looking over her shoulder and smiling beautifully with her bare ass flexed around her thong. The other showed her between them, but facing the lens. Her D-cups overflowed her tiny top and exposed her huge cleavage and the edges of her brown aureole. My mouth dried and my dick swelled. I didn’t even noticed Dan and Dennis were tenting their Speedos until Dan pointed them out.

“Don’t bother hiding your woody. She makes us swell too and ‘wood’ be insulted if you didn’t sprout for her. She’s even hotter in real life.” There was no hiding my stiffness. “We should get together for lunch and you’ll see for yourself. We’re off Friday, that good?” He looked at my tented slacks and smiled as I covered with a folder. “She has a great sense of humor like ours. Play a simple prank on her and you’ll win her over.”

She reached out to me and sent me suggestive riddles and jokes all week. By Friday, I felt I’d known her for years though we’d never met. When I shared the jokes with Sue, she felt at ease about meeting her. We all agreed to meet without our kids and Dan chose a dimly lit club. Sue and I arrived first, likely to allow Denise to arrive fashionably and elegantly late. What an entrance she made.

Though Sue chose a simple tank top, braless, and dressy black slacks, Denise came dressed for fine dining. She wore an elegant, sleeveless, black, drop front, silk blouse that dropped below her nipple line and left her black bra mostly exposed. Her cleavage was amazing and her nipples constantly threatened to escape with any movement, while poor Sue hunched forward to enhance her barely B-cups. Denise chose a black, calf length, flowing skirt with a slit that went to her hip bone. Her “fuck me” heels further shaped her well-toned legs. Watching her long legs peek out to her hip as she walked made my dick stiff. Sue noticed and licked her lips at the confident woman as she slyly pet my cock and whispered, “Down boy. Maybe later.”

We stood, rather I stood behind Sue to hide my wood, and all cheek-kissed greetings. Dan couldn’t stop grinning. When we sat in our black, half-moon booth, Denise sat next to me, then came Sue, followed by Dan. My deep breathing got deeper as I pretended not to stare into Denise’s open top or study her frequent leg crossing. Try as I might, I could not be sure if she wore panties. She was obviously aware of my interest and obviously stared at my tented slacks with a smile whether I tried to hide them or not.

We started with “clean” jokes and stories. I even shared my published story about how I (supposedly) met the Queen of England. After a couple of drinks, Densie got more relaxed touching me. I tried to behave.

Denise was the star, as she loved flaunting her tits at the wait staff. She got off watching their slacks stretch for her. By the time we got to dessert, we’d finished three bottles of wine. While we all had a slight buzz going, Denise was well beyond driving. While waiting for dessert, she said, “I don’t think I need this a-a-any mohr,” as she unhooked her bra, pulled it down an arm then out the front of her top. One tit then the other popped out of her dress as she slapped her bra on the table. “Ooopsie,” she said as she slowly tucked her big tits away. Dan winked at me and laughed. Though that was the kind of excuse Sue used to expose herself, she was behaving — so far.

Dan picked up the check as Sue and I helped Denise stand. She seemed to relish helping her tits escape as she wobbled toward the door. “She loves being exposed when she ‘has no choice’ or is forced to flash her bits — drunk is a great excuse for that.” Funny how that’s exactly how Sue feels.

I didn’t get to my prank, but Dan put me on to a better one than planned. “She’s going to break her ankles if she keeps going like this. I can prevent that.” Before anyone responded, I spun her half way around, slowly put her tits back in her top, then lifted her onto my shoulder. As I slid my hand up her sexy legs, I raised her skirt and let the slit spill fully open until I had a firm grip on her ass. The rest of the diners froze in silence. As I dug my hand into her ass crack, I realized she had no thong on — she had come commando. Though I spread her cheeks and felt her wrinkled hole, I was the only one in front of us who could not see her brown door or likely her damp pussy. Sue covered her mouth in surprise, but Dan and all others stared wishfully at the exposed beauty.

When we got to their car, I put her down, but held her skirt up and wide open for my first clear view of her pussy. As I tucked her tits back in her dress for the last time, I pinched and twisted a nipple. Sue and Dan stayed silent. He buckled her in and drove off. As he pulled away, I saw her turn around, pull out her tits and flash me a sober smile. Who pranked whom?

Every day the next week, Denise sent me and Sue many photos that I hadn’t seen Dan take all night. Photos that included her stripping off her bra; several more of her exposed tits; and some of her asshole and pussy on my shoulder. The last photo was of her topless and signed, “Thanks for the great evening. I enjoyed all of it. See you Friday, chez moi, for dessert?” Sue agreed and we confirmed. Denise said we should bring our son, Stev. We wondered what she had in mind.

For our next live meet, Sue dressed better. She wore a blue, silk, oversized, single strap, tank which constantly threatened to release her tiny tit into full view. Her white slacks were wide bells, but tight in the crotch as she like to pretend no one could see her spectacular camel toe. Stev and I wore decent slacks and polo shirts.

Still in the brightly lit open door, Denise came and gave me a long, wet kiss and Stev a slightly shorter mouth licking. She appraised and complemented Sue then gave her a prolonged, passionate kiss. One tiny tit with an already stiff nipple escaped. I was surprised, but Stev was shocked.

Dan moved behind Sue and intimately hugged her while his wife assaulted her mouth. He nestled his stiff cock in Sue’s ass crack and, loud enough for all of us to hear, he whispered in Sue’s ear, “Arms up. Reach for the ceiling.” She slowly raised her arms while still licking Denise’s tongue. Dan lifted her top to her chin, making her tiny tits bounce when released. Stev’s eyes widened to see his mom’s tits so casually exposed by strangers in an open doorway. I winked and nodded at Dan, giving permission to continue.