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Sandy, Debbie, Matt and I: Wife Swap

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

appropriate.” I looked down at my mini-skirt. “I know the feeling,” I replied. Sandy was so very cool. “I wish I could pull it off like you do,” Sandy remarked. “Matt would have a cow if I wore something like that.” I replaced my lip-gloss into my clutch and used a napkin to lighten the application. “Well, I just hope it makes the guys happy,” I replied. “Oh honey,” Sandy replied, “every guy out there has looked at you more than once!” “I hope the looks were approving,” I replied. Sandy assured me they were. We sauntered back out to our semi-private alcove. The band had taken a break and a DJ was spinning tunes. A slow tune came on and I noticed Matt standing beside Frank by the bar. I reached over, past Frank, while looking to see if he would object and I took Matt’s hand. “Do you mind?” I asked Frank. Frank replied, “Not at all.” I pulled Matt out on to the dance floor. He instinctively placed his hands in the small of my back as I rested my hands on the back of his neck. I pulled him in close. “I won’t bite you,” I remarked. “If you do,” Matt responded, “I get to bite back.” “I saw you staring at my butt,” I remarked. “Only briefly,” Matt responded. “Did you like what you could see?” I teased. “Yes, I did,” Matt responded, as we moved across the wooden dance floor. Matt’s responses tingled my womanly senses. Not only did he smell good, he was a good dancer. I had never given any thought to advancing upon my feelings, until I found myself staring into Matt’s dark green ... eyes. I had no idea what had come over me. The music changed, and we walked to the alcove where Sandy and Frank had stationed themselves. As I took a seat by Frank, I looked down and saw a huge hole in my panty hose, mid-thigh on the right leg. I was horrified. Frank leaned over and whispered, “Just take them off.” “I can’t,” I replied. I didn’t have on any underwear. I had gone sans panties to avoid any unnecessary attractions to my posterior. I grabbed Sandy’s hand. Instinctively, she followed me to the ladies' room. “What is it?” she asked, as we stepped into the ladies' room. “I have a run in my panty hose,” I remarked. “What are you going to do?” Sandy asked. “The only thing I can do,” I replied. I stepped into a stall, slipped out of my platform heels and pulled up my skirt. I slipped out of the panty hose and wadded them up. I readjusted my skirt and stepped out of the stall. I tossed the panty hose into the wall-mounted trash bin. “Ohhh, look at those sexy legs!” Sandy remarked. I slowly spun around. “Am I showing anything?” I asked. “Just a good lookin’ ass,” Sandy responded. “Oh no!” I shot back, pulling down on my mini-skirt. “Honey,” Sandy remarked, “Don’t worry, your ass is well covered - barely covered, but covered. You’re my main competition!” We wandered back to the alcove, my inhibitions still intact. I sat down next to Frank. My skirt inched up much farther than I really wanted it to. “Don’t worry,” Frank whispered, “It’s dark in here.” Darkness was not my main ...