Fact is that such nasty and kinky thoughts and action arouse both of us like anything. We love using abusive language while having fun. We like outing... and do some fun. Now coming to the story. It was a weekday and I had taken leave for some personal reason. In afternoon I called my gf Neha to go for some shopping. She came to my house in as usual a sexy dress. She had wore a skirt and a small top. I said that I have to buy some vests and briefs. She said “ ok”. Then we went to showroom. There. I growled. Sondra then lifted the hem to reveal a black silk thong…I stepped even closer; reached my hands out to her waist, grabbed the tiny thong and pulled it off of her body. “Now, bitch… we are ready to go!” I exclaimed.I pushed her out the door in front of me and we got into my car.We went to a bar where neither of us would be known. I requested to be seated at a booth in the back and I ordered some drinks for us.I put my hand on Sondra’s knee and pushed up the hem of her little black. Tall. 5'10". Buxom is the old fashioned term. Nice pair of 38D's and long full thigh legs. She's got an arse that goes with the thighs and a bit of a belly too. She is not the prettiest of ladies but she looks great to me still at forty-two. The best is her gorgeous ginger hair that she still wears long, halfway down her back. She scoops it into a loose bun when she needs it out of the way to work.After just over twenty years married and two kids going off to uni we decided we needed to put a. Do it now!" The tone of her voice made it sound like an order. The ladies all responded and began to remove each other's clothes. Buttons on blouses were undone, zippers unzipped, jackets, skirts and dresses were removed. Very slowly they were now only in their and lingerie. Each and every woman was in stockings, garter belts, basque's, bras and panties. All of them were wearing expensive lingerie, and all of them were becoming more sexually aroused. This is what the men had been waiting for..