Maybe somebody came in upstairs, or left the door open a moment longer than they usually did. The mist swirled, Renee stood right there next to us. I don’t think she’d just stepped up, I think she’d been there a while. Maybe the whole while.
“Oh my god! Renee! This isn’t what it looks like!” Carlie twisting around when she saw my pleasured expression turn to shock.
It was after she spoke that she noticed Renee’s state. Not just her panties being stretched between one knee and the other either. Renee’s expression of lust, that she wasn’t aiming at me. Renee was Carlie and my wife’s former co-worker back from when they all worked at the same bar together, and still friends ten plus years later.
In her early forties Renee wasn’t hot but she was good looking. More feminine than usual in her Freddy Krueger dress, fishnet stockings. Both black and red shirt and the stockings tattered. Black boots going all the way up to just below the knees, more ass kicking than Carlie’s. The claw hand was gone somewhere, but she still wore the hat, keeping her short brown hair back out of her not unpleasing face.
She was fingering herself, or had been before we’d spotted her. It didn’t surprise me. Not that I thought I was hot enough to tempt a lesbian, but Carlie was. It was obvious that Renee had a crush on both sisters, obvious even to her girlfriend Sheila. It wasn’t just that. It was also that Renee was unsatisfied, she’d gone from a unhappy marriage to a guy to a much more satisfying relationship to a woman. Until the last year or so when her significantly older significant other had lost interest in sex. Emotionally and mentally they were still perfect and very much in love, physically though… that part of the relationship seemed over.
I understood Renee’s frustration. Because it hadn’t stop Sheila from being jealous of Renee’s “friends” which was how she always said it. Renee had asked my wife and Carlie their advice lots of times. Or just complained to them how horny she was. Sometimes right in front of me, not that I even thought she was hinting at something with me. Enough that we joked that she should borrow my wife. Renee was hot enough, that I liked the idea, even just knowing they’d done it.
“I won’t tell.” Renee whispered, Carlie sagging with relief until her friend stepped closer. “If you make me feel good too.”
My jaw dropped open as Renee, dressed as the sexy horror movie villain took Carlie’s head and drew it between her legs. Carlie didn’t put up a fight. Staring at the (just slightly hairier than her own) pussy, looking up at her friend in the last second. She didn’t lick or do anything for a few seconds, not that it mattered to Renee. Who moaned, splaying her labia apart to rub it into Carlie’s sexy mouth.
I couldn’t help myself, I leaned slightly to the right to see Renee’s big ass. It was half exposed, the dress up more in the front than the back. It was fucking incredible. I’d always expected it to be nice, but she usually wore baggy pants. This was the first time I’d seen her in a dress, a tight one that showed off that hot backside. Which was why her girlfriend Sheila had left, insisting that Renee put the trench coat back on. To help cover up how revealing the dress was. Apparently leaving in a huff when Renee would not.