A Limo Ride To Remember
Our very close friends and neighbors across the street, Eve and Ian, have the same wedding anniversary as my wife, Amy, and I. This year, we all decided to have a special celebration night out. We thought it would be fun to get really dressed up and take separate limos to our favorite restaurant, arriving like celebrity couples. Our wives told us they would take care of all the details and said they were planning a special night for us all. Ian and I didn't have a clue what they had in mind, but knowing our wives, we were sure it would be a fun time. The night of our anniversary, Ian and I were having a drink at my house while the wives were upstairs getting ready. When they came downstairs, we almost couldn't believe what we saw. They were dressed identically in little black dresses, very short, with plunging necklines and thin spaghetti straps. They had on the same stiletto high heels and even the same earrings. Since they were basically the same height and build, they could pass for sisters, maybe even twins. It was a strangely exciting feeling, seeing the two of them together looking so much alike and dressed so sexy. When the first limo arrived, the driver said the second one was going to be a little late. Instead of having the first driver wait around, Amy suggested that Eve and I go on ahead, and she and Ian would follow us when the second limo got there. As we walked to the car, Eve took my arm and snuggled close. She said she was really looking forward to the evening and that we were all going to have a lot of fun. The driver opened the door for her, and as she climbed in, she leaned forward slightly and gave him a good view of her cleavage. I also took the opportunity to look. It was a long, stretch limo with the standard opposing bench seats along the side. Eve moved to the middle of one side and motioned for me to sit opposite her. As I slid over in front of her, she leaned back with her arms stretched out over the back of the seat and slowly crossed her legs. I couldn't help but look up her skirt, and I got a nice view of her black lace panties. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but I decided to relax and go with the flow. I also sat back with my arms up on the seat back and slowly looked her over from head to toe, pausing at a couple of the more desirable areas. She seemed to enjoy my staring and beamed a big smile at me. Just when I was starting to really enjoy the view, she said, "Would you like to play a little game?" That took me by surprise, but of course I said, "Sure, what's the game?" She said she'd explain it as we went along, but there was one basic rule that I had to agree to or she wouldn't play. At this point, I would have agreed to just about anything, but I asked her what that rule was. She said I absolutely must keep my arms up on the seat back and could not at any time take them down. "Okay," I said, "Let's get started. How does this game work?" She explained that it was sort of like a combination of Twenty Questions and Truth or Dare. She would ask me a question, and if she believed I was telling the truth, she would continue the game. I was very intrigued, although I still had no clue of what the game was, but at this point I didn't care. I just wanted to start playing. "First question," she said, "Did you look down my dress when I climbed in the car?" That's an easy one. Amy has caught me looking down your dress lots of times, and she doesn't mind. Ian looks down hers, too, and she enjoys it. Next question, "Did you look up my skirt when I crossed my legs?" "Of course," I said, "I'm not dead. How could I resist sneaking a look at those great legs?" "Okay", she said, "I think we've established that you'll tell the truth, although those were easy ones. The questions will get tougher. Now, we're going to have some real fun," she said. "Are you ready?" "Fire away!" I said. "Have you ever fantasized about seeing my bare breasts?" I wasn't sure how to answer, but I figured she'd know I was lying if I said no, and I wasn't ready to end the game based on the way it was going so far. "You know I have," I said. She grinned and said, "Yes, I do. When you looked up my skirt, did you wonder what I'd look like without panties?" It was getting too interesting to stop now, so I answered, "Of course, and lots of other times I've looked up your skirt, too." "I knew that, too," she said. "Since you've been so truthful," she said, "I'm going to give you a treat!" She let one of the straps of her dress fall down off her shoulder and slipped it completely off her arm. Then, she did the same with the other strap and slowly lowered her dress to fully expose her breasts. I was stunned! Her breasts were more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. She must have noticed the growing bulge in my pants because she said, "I can see you really like the view." "Very much," I said. "I like this game." She spread her arms out and put them up on the seat back, thrusting those big, beautiful breasts out for my enjoyment. After letting me stare at them a few minutes, she started to slowly caress her right breast with one hand. Then, she played with both breasts, pushing them up and out almost in my face. Just as I thought it couldn't get much better, she asked if I'd like to see what she looked like without panties. I was speechless, but she must have assumed I would because she pulled her skirt up to show me her panties. They were black lace and very sheer, not leaving much to my imagination. After letting me stare a bit, she started slipping them down her thighs, pausing slightly at her knees, then all the way down to her ankles. Then she kicked them off completely and spread her thighs, giving me a full view of what I had only caught a fleeting glimpse of before. Then, she pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor. I could hardly believe my eyes. There was my best friend's wife sitting naked in front of me in the back of a limo. "Are you enjoying the game?" she asked. Before I could answer, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "The best part is about to start." Then, she raised up and put her breasts right in front of my face. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "but that would violate the rules, and I sure don't want this game to stop now." She said, "Just because you can't use your hands doesn't mean you can't use your mouth," and she slowly moved her left breast across my lips. Next, she reached down and unzipped my pants. She took out my manhood, which at this point had grown to its full glory. She kneeled down and began to give me oral until I couldn't hold out any longer. After I climaxed, she continued to please me orally until we arrived at the restaurant. She quickly got dressed. As I was putting things back where they belonged, she whispered in my ear, "On the trip back, we'll continue the game, and you can return the favor and anything else you'd like to do." When we got out of the limo, Ian and my wife were there already. I looked over at Ian, who was about as nervous as I was. When I looked at Amy, she just smiled and said, "I hope you all had an enjoyable ride. We certainly did." Eve looked at Amy, and they both smiled. Eve said, "I'm not really that hungry right now." Amy said, "Me either, but I'm kind of in the mood for some dessert." "So am I", Eve said. At that point, Amy climbed back into her limo, and Eve got into ours. "Would you boys like some dessert?" they asked. Ian and I both almost tripped and fell, hurrying to get back into the limos. During our trip back, Eve and I had some of the best sex I'd experienced since Amy and I were first married. I hoped Amy and Ian were having just as much fun as we were.
— Hank, 36