With all the merriment of a classic television housewife, Vicki scurried off to fetch the wine for her husband's glass.  Vicki, such a good little hostess, returned with the partially drank bottle as well as a freshly uncorked one.  She couldn't resist taking a nip from the open bottle herself before coming back into the room; it wasn't as if anyone would be the wiser if they'd discovered she'd enjoyed a taste of the lovely wine straight from the bottle itself.<br/><br/>Viki recovered her cards, smiling and nearly giggly with the excitement of the game.  That adoring look was still warm on Fredrick's face when she took her seat, and George remained unconcerned by the rather odd exchange the old friends had enjoyed.  The next hand went as a blur as Vicki became distracted by finding subtle ways to poke Fred with her toe.<br/><br/>The cards fell, and with them Beth's dress.  As the young brunette stood for George's inspection, Vicki could not help but admire her body.  Though Vicki had not delved fully into the trendy lesbianism of the college years, she had come to appreciate another woman's body.  Vicki believed that she actually could enjoy the sight of a woman's body more than any man because she could not only lust after her, but also admire her in a covetous manner, longing to be her and with her at once.<br/><br/>She felt both these emotions as Beth was bared to the threesome, however some darkness flickered within her as George approached.  There breached a fear and an anger: what if her husband was lecherous and greedy with the small permissions he had been given?  Vicki burned to think that he would violate her friend, embarrass her by seeming desperate to touch feminine flesh as if Vicki herself had not taken care of his needs.  With stern eyes, she watched carefully for any sign of discomfort between them.<br/><br/>George's respectful, gentle caresses proved her worried unjustified.  As his hands ran smoothly, softly over each bare portion, Vicki felt her darkness melting away, replaced with an admiration.  She knew that touch of his, its careful appreciative lightness, and to see him enact it from afar enticed her.  He made it seem a divine glory to touch Beth's curves, and his whispered intimacies drew Vicki's attention all the more.  What sweet words did he give her?  What murmured affections did he covertly gift her before their watching eyes?<br/><br/>Vicki became aware of her own body, the way her dress lay warmly on her skin and how her stockings clung.  The voyeuristic act had aroused in her a feeling she had not known: the desire to see George's love from without, perhaps to guide him in all his best skills.  Yes, Vicki became sure that she wanted to see George make love to someone else, maybe even Beth.  Based on the expression on his face and the misfitting of his pants, Vicki knew he did as well.<br/><br/>"Yes..." Vicki murmured, "Another hand would be good.  More wine, anyone?"