When she looked at me quizzically, I grinned and said, “Garterbelt and nylons? A little dirty dancing before the screwing starts, perhaps? I imagine Beau might like to see that too.”
Giving me an indulgent smile, Blondie backed away from Beau, saying playfully, “See, didn’t I tell you? He’s cool with us fuckin’ but only if I wear the garterbelt and nylons.”
She moved over to the radio, switched to a disco station and turned up the volume. Moving to the throbbing beat, she danced back over in front of Beau and began doing bumps and grinds as she teasingly pulled her pink bikini panties down her lower belly to a point where the upper half of her inverted, pubic triangle came into view. Turning, she let him have a good look at her shapely ass. Smiling over her shoulder through her platinum hair, Blondie cooed,
“You like that, Beau? That’s all yours tonight, stud-muffin, all yours, but you’re gonna have to wait a little while…I have to keep my husband happy, too. I don’t suppose you want me to put on somethin’ sexy and dance, too, do you?”
He beamed and replied, “Oh hell yeah, gorgeous, you know I do!”
Picking up her drink from the table, Blondie winked at Beau, saying,
“Well, don’t you go anywhere, mon gros beau goujon…I’ll be right back,” and disappeared into the bathroom. I told him she’d just called him her big handsome stud.
Beau looked at me for a long moment, seemingly at a loss for words, then finally exclaimed,
“Holy sheeit, man, that is one hot woman! She is a stone fucking fox and she is stone fucking hot…I’ve never ever seen a ‘sistah’ that hot and sexy…I mean, Blondie just radiates sex…you are truly one lucky dude, Rick. I mean, I kind of suspected in Colorado that she was flirting with me and I admit I thought about fucking her, but I sure as hell didn’t expect anything like this to happen. I mean this is like a seduction scene out of some high class porno flick!”
I grinned and responded, “C’mon, Beau, this is no seduction. You were just as hot for Blondie as she is for you. True, she liked what she saw when she met you in Colorado, especially after I told her you were heavy hung.”
He gave me a ‘What the hell?’ look and I laughed and said,
“Hey Beau, it’s okay, man; I’ve seen you unlimber that hog in men’s rooms a few times.” I continued, “When I told her you were coming down, she joked about doing something like this, but I didn’t take her seriously. But it’s still a two-way street, boss. You’re the one who got the raging hard-on out on the dance floor and rubbed it all over my wife.”
He grinned and said, “Hey, Rick, any man don’t get hard with your foxy wife rubbin’ her sexy body all over him, has to be a sissy or a dead man!”
I freshened up our drinks and filled him in on going over to New Orleans tomorrow. When Blondie stepped back into the room, Beau let out a small gasp of appreciation, looked at me and said, “Holy shit!”
I laughed…unable to count all the times I’d heard that when guys got their first look at my little Cajun hottie in her lingerie. Actually, when I thought about it, it was just about every time.