A quiet drink?

Sophie was just settling down for a night in on her own, while her husband and kids were away for the weekend, when the phone rang. It was her friend Jane, inviting her round for the evening so she didn't have to be alone. Part of her had been looking forward to some time to herself but the other part was grateful for the company, so she agreed to pop round.

"I'll just have to get changed, I'm only dressed for lounging about the house"

"Don't be silly, come as you are. I promise we won't judge you"

So she grabbed a bottle of wine, jumped in the car and drove the couple of miles to where Jane and her husband Dave lived. As instructed she didn't get changed out of her black leggings and long white sleeveless top, that wasn't totally sheer, but was see through enough to clearly reveal her bra underneath it. They both greeted her with a hug and they all settled down on the sofa, with drinks and nibbles readily to hand. As is usual in these sort of situations, they chatted about all sorts of nothingness, just enjoying each other's company and the wine.

They were half way down the second bottle of wine when Sophie thought to apologise for not having taken the time to change in something a bit smarter. They both reassured her that she looked fine.

"I really like that top" said Dave "In fact I bet it would like fabulous with nothing on underneath it"

Sophie wasn't sure she had heard right, and Jane just sat there open mouthed. Dave on the other hand carried on chatting as if nothing had happened. After another 15 minutes of small talk, Dave got up to go to the bathroom. Sophie grabbed her chance. "What was that about?" she asked Jane.

"So sorry, it took me by surprise as well. I know he thinks you are sexy, but I never dreamed he would say anything like that. I have to admit though that I think he's right" she smiled naughtily and patted Sophie on her leg, taking just a little too long to remove her hand afterwards. Sophie was feeling really unsure of herself now, but had drunk far too much to consider driving home, so decided to stay and just enjoy the company of her friends.

Nothing more was said as they kept drinking and chatting, and by bottle number three everything seemed normal again. Sophie excused herself and went to visit the bathroom. As she washed her hands she looked at herself in the wall mirror, and wondered what her top would look like with nothing underneath it. Feeling more than a little tipsy she undid her bra and removed it without taking her top off. Her pert breasts pressed against the material, and the outline of her nipples was clearly visible. She knew that she should now put the bra back on, but the wine over ruled her better judgement, so she stopped off in the hall way on the way back to the living room and popped it into her bag. Wondering whether they would notice she went to rejoin her friends.

As she walked through the door she saw them locked in a more passionate embrace than she had ever seen from them before, and she was sure Jane's hand was rubbing between Dave's legs. She cleared her throat and they both jumped up in a folorn attempt to pretend nothing was happening. At the same time they both noticed the alteration to her appearance. He just let out a low breath and Jane managed a slightly husky "Very nice - Dave was right". Suddenly feeling very self concious Sophie was regretting her impulsive decision, and just stood there, rooted to the spot.

Jane slid across the sofa, leaving a space between her and Dave, inviting Sophie to join them by patting the empty seat with her hand. Slowly Sophie walked across the room and lowered herself onto the empty seat, grabbing her wine glass as she did so, partly as something to do and partly because she now felt that she really needed a drink.

"You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves while I was out of the room, would you like me to get a taxi so you can carry on?" asked Sophie.

"Not at all" replied Jane "Actually it was talking about you that led us to getting in the state we were when you walked in and found us. It was all Dave's fault for making a bet with me."

"What bet?" she knew as the words passed her lips that she shouldn't have asked.

"He bet me that I wouldn't be able to get you to kiss me before the end of the night"

"But I've kissed you lots of times"

"Not like we meant, we weren't thinking of a kiss on the cheek!"

Sophie could feel her rational sensible self doing battle with her slightly drunk reckless self, and losing. "Like this?" she asked, turning her head and kissing Jane full on the lips. She had only meant it as a piece of bravado, but found that she was actually enjoying the sensation. So much so that she raised no objection when Jane's hand started to rub up and down her thigh. Without breaking contact with her mouth, Jane manouvred herself around so she was kneeling between Sophie's legs and leaning slightly forward to kiss her. She used one hand to steady herself on the back of the sofa, and with the other she started to gently trace the outline of one of Sophie's breasts through the thin material of her top. As both of her nipples hardened she could feel the tingling starting to build between her legs.

Wondering what Dave would be making of all this she glanced to the side. He just smiled at her and kept on rubbing his hard cock, which he had freed from the confines of his trousers.

This was mad, insane, surreal, wrong. But so exciting, and she knew she wasn't going to back down now.

For the first time she reached out her own hands, and started to run them up and down Jane's bare arms, enjoying the feel of the flesh. As she did this, Dave stood up and with no sign of embarassment started to undress. Once he was completely naked he came and stood behind Jane and, grabbing the hem of her top, eased it off over her head. He then wasted no time in unfastening her bra to leave her in just her skirt and stockings.

Jane broke of from kissing Sophie and leaned her head back to kiss her husband, who at the same time reached round to cup her breasts in his hands, and start gently tweaking her nipples. Sophie sat and watched transfixed, the dampness between her legs increasing every moment. Jane slid back off the sofa and pulled Sophie up so she was standing in front of her. Sophie made no protest as Jane started to reomove her top, the drink and the mounting sexual arousal easily overriding her inhibitions. As Dave continued to fondle her breasts, Jane lowered her hed to take Sophie's into her mouth, one at a time, nibbling on the nipples and teasing them with her tongue. At the same time she slid her hands inside the waistband of her friend's leggins and started to ease them down over the curve of her firm buttocks, making sure that she ran her hands over as much of them as possible in the process.

Jane started to kiss her way down Sophie's body as she continued to remove her leggings until they were down around her ankles and she was able to step out of them. By this time her head was buried between her legs, her tongue tasting the sweet dampness of Sophie's excitement. While this was happening Dave stepped closer and leaned across to kiss Sophie, she responded to the touch of his lips by probing his mouth with her tongue and letting her hand drop down until her fingers wrapped around his straining erection. She felt him shudder as she started to rub up and down his length, the first time in more than a decade that she had done this to another man. And now she was doing it as his wife was bringing her very close to orgasm with her tongue.

As her climax started to build she felt her legs start to buckle, but Dave held her up while Jane's hands grabbed her buttocks to pull Sophie forwards onto her probing tongue. As she licked her clit on of her fingers strayed between the crack of her buttocks and stroked at the opening there. It was all too much, and Sophie came loudly, grabbing at Dave to keep herself upright. Jane grinned up at her then stood up to kiss her once more. This time she could feel her own juices on her friend's mouth and face. Feeling that she should do something to repay the favour but still uncertain about going down on her friend she reached between her legs and started to stroke her clit. It was already very moist and she alternated between rubbing it and sliding her fingers along the moist passage and into her increasingly wet pussy. As the speed of her fingers in and out of Jane's pussy increased Jane started to gasp for breath and lean back against Dave. With a cry she orgasmed, arching her back and grabbing Sophie's fingers with the contraction of her pussy.

Sophie felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she had managed to make another woman come so easily. At the same time she and Jane looked at each with the same wicked grin and, as one, kneeled in front of Dave, taking it in turns to suck his cock and lick his balls. After all that he had witnessed he couldn't hold out for long agains this attention and he was soon spurting his cum out into their mouths and onto their faces. He watched as they kissed each other and licked each other's face clean.

"You will stay the night, won't you?" asked Jane.

"Of course. In the spare room?"

"Not a chance"

As she lay naked in bed between her two friends Sophie felt much more sober, but no less turned on. She was sure that she would be giving and receiving a lot more pleasure before the night was through.