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Sandy, Debbie, Matt and I: Wife Swap

Date: 5/31/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

and I gave him a peck on his check, Matt took note. “I wish I had one of those,” Matt joked. Always the tease, I grabbed Matt by his polo shirt and planted a peck on his cheek. He blushed. “I was only kidding,” Matt responded. Frank laughed. “Be careful what you wish for,” Frank replied. When Frank told me that we had an Officer’s social a few weeks later, a little feeling of apprehensiveness settled in. I knew Matt would be there. Flirting with him had aroused feelings inside of me I didn’t know existed. Frank was still my man, but I fantasized about Matt. I imagined him putting his hands on me and wildly ravishing me. Grrrr. I had to keep my emotional side in check. I picked out a short black leather mini skirt for the Officer’s social affair. It was a size two. I normally wear about a size five or six, but I was feeling mischievous. On the night of the party, I slipped on the mini-skirt over some dark colored panty hose. Almost immediately, I knew it was a bit on the short side. I slipped into my stiletto black pumps and looked in the floor-length mirror located in our master bathroom. I had to admit, I felt very sexy. I turned and did my best to make sure everything in the back was well covered. Frank's eyes lit up when he saw me. “Wowza!” he exclaimed. “Is it too short?” I asked. “No,” Frank replied. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to be too revealing.” Frank assured me my dress looked good and would be well received. When I sat down in the car, I had my ... reservations. My skirt barely covered what needed to be covered. “Don’t worry,” Frank replied. “The club is dark, and so what if someone sees something, I don’t care, they don’t sleep with you.” As we walked the parking lot to the club, I again asked Frank if the skirt was appropriate. He assured me it was perfectly fine. Frank was correct, in that the “O Club” was dimly lit. We made our rounds and greeted each of Frank’s coworkers and his Battalion Commander. Matt and Sandy arrived, and when I saw Sandy’s short cocktail dress, I was a relieved. The four of us settled into a dark alcove which had a small table, several chairs, and three person love-seat type of couch. It was a tight for the four of us, but somehow we all managed to settle on to the couch. Matt and Frank spent the first half hour chatting about some type of upcoming training exercise while Sandy and I talked about our jobs. After about three, maybe four rounds of tequila sunrises, I felt a huge need to relieve some of the tension that had built up in my bladder. Sandy accompanied me to the ladies room. “You look so good,” Sandy remarked as we stepped into the ladies room. She took to one stall and I another. I brushed my hair and re-applied my semi-gloss lip shade as Sandy re-adjusted her dress. “I love your dress,” I remarked. “Matt thought it was a bit on the dressy-side,” Sandy replied. I had to confide that I was envious. “You look sexy as hell,” I told Sandy. “Thanks,” Sandy replied. “I just hope it's ...