“Come on, now.”
I’d hardly said a word, caught up in the byplay between my wife and my friend. Carter flirted with Brooke from time to time, and she enjoyed flirting back, but it was never more than casual fun, and usually it was connected to Brooke teasing him about the young women going in and out of his house. This felt different. There was a current in the room. Carter seemed to be flirting with intent. I could tell Brooke was embarrassed, but she seemed to be enjoying it too. And I just sat there watching it unfold.
“So what did you get? You said you had something to show Trent,” he said. Carter was up on the edge of the chair now, leaning forward, and focused on Brooke.
Brooke smiled. “Maybe it’s just for him.”
“That’s not fair. I already saw the first part. I want to see everything,” Carter said, putting a subtle emphasis on everything.
“There are things I shouldn’t show you, right Trent?”
It was the first time either of them had acknowledged me, and it took me a second to respond. I knew what I wanted to see, but that was not what Brooke wanted me to say.
“Yeah, Brooke’s right. I don’t want her to do anything she doesn’t want to,” I replied.
I knew from Brooke’s face that my wishy-washy answer was not what she was looking for.
“So you don’t mind if I show Carter what I got at the mall?” Brooke said.
I stammered, trying to find the right answer.
“Hey, I’d never make you do anything you don’t want, honey. I’m just saying I like what I already saw, and you liked showing off, so why not let me see more,” Carter said.
He had been calling Brooke honey since we first moved in. At first it irked her, but when she got to know Carter, and like him, she took it as a term of endearment. It was just the way guys like him talked. He didn’t mean any offense. She even gave him the occasional babe in response.
“You did? You don’t think you saw too much?” she asked.
Carter winked. “I can’t see enough.”
Brooke was silent, thinking. She was mad at me for not taking a stand and being possessive. It was another test I’d failed. She was deciding how far she would go in making me pay for it. The wine may have been helping make the decision.
“Well, if Trent doesn’t mind, I guess I can show you a couple things. Is that okay, sweetheart?”
Brooke’s sweetheart was a dig, but I was past that. My mind was reeling. I was about to see my wife put on a fashion show for our neighbor. I didn’t care that she was angry, or that she was probably planning to get me all keyed up and leave me with no relief but my hand. I just cared that one of my weird fantasies was going to happen. I was happy that it was happening with Carter, because he was cool, and I knew he could take it in stride. Another man might have gotten pissed at being teased and expected more. I knew Brooke wasn’t going to cross any lines, no matter how angry she was.
“If you want to, honey,” I said, pouring on the sugar. It was funny that Carter’s pet name for her was the same as mine.
“Okay, then. I’ll be right back.”
Brooke gave me a look that said, You’re going to pay for this, mister. I didn’t care. It was worth it. She left, and Carter turned to me.
“You really don’t mind this, do you? I don’t want to overstep, brother,” he said.
I chuckled, “It’s a little late for that.”
“If you want me to go…”
“No, it’s cool. I really don’t mind. I appreciate having a hot wife. And she’ll have fun with it. I think women need to know that other men, not just their husbands, still think they’re hot.”
“I think Brooke knows she’s hot, brother.”
“You owe me after this.”
“I’ve got this great video of a blonde from a couple months ago. I think you’ll dig her, but I’m in the video too—just so you know.”
I wanted to see the blonde, but I didn’t know how I felt about seeing Carter fucking her. I’d worry about that later. The only thing I wanted to see now was which outfit Brooke was going to model for our neighbor.
Brooke returned, and I watched Carter when she walked into the room. Someone must have scored in the game on TV, because coincidentally, she was greeted with a loud cheer from the stadium crowd. Her dress was pretty, and she looks sexy in anything, but she didn’t push it. It was what I expected.
“Very nice. You know how to pick a dress, honey,” Carter said.
“Thanks, babe. I thought it was flattering,” Brooke replied, beaming. As I expected, she liked the attention. Punishing me wasn’t her only reason for the impromptu fashion show.
She gave a little twirl, making the short, loose dress ride dangerously high, as it naturally only hit mid-thigh. The burgundy dress had a halter neck, and a keyhole opening the back. It was not made to be worn with a conventional bra, so her indigo straps stood out on her bare shoulders. There was nothing flashy about the casual dress, but as I said, Brooke makes everything look good, and she loves those above-the-knee dresses because of her long legs.
“You look awesome,” I told her.
“You should never wear pants with legs like those,” Carter said.
“No pants?” she retorted, with mock surprise.
“Little dresses and skirts like that. You know what I mean.”
“I know what you like, Carter. I see the girls who you bring home.”
“None of them hold a candle to you, honey.”
The warm smile she directed at him made me wonder if Brooke was enjoying this too much.
“Be right back,” she said.
“If I was you, I would have been out shopping with her, brother. Think of all the things you could pick out for her to try on,” Carter said.
“Do you like to do that with your women?” I asked. I always thought of shopping as boring, and I was pleased with what Brooke brought home anyway.
“Yeah. It’s hot having her show off for you, and you see the other guys in the store eating their hearts out when they look at her.”
He was speaking my language. “Maybe I should go next time,” I agreed.
“And then when you’re both all worked up, you push her into the changing room and have a quick fuck.”
“I don’t know if Brooke would be up for that.”
“She sent you pictures from there, didn’t she? She was almost nude, brother. You never know until you try.”
“What was that I heard about pictures?” Brooke asked, returning to the room. She was back so quickly, she had to be changing in the dining room.
“Uh, Carter was just saying I should go shopping with you, then you wouldn’t have to send me pictures,” I said, hoping she didn’t hear much.
“I liked sending the pictures, but that could be fun too,” she replied.
“That wasn’t all I said,” Carter chimed in.
“You’re full of ideas today,” Brooke replied.
“I was just thinking of how I’d go shopping with my ex. She was trying on bikinis for our trip to Jamaica, and after I while I just couldn’t handle it. I followed her into the changing room at Macy’s.”
“You did not!”
“I did. We were quick, but she wasn’t too quiet.”
“Oh my god! Did you get caught?” Brooke sounded enthralled.
“We got some funny looks when we came out, but no one said anything.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Trent says you’d never do something like that.”
Brooke gave us that sexy, crooked smile and thought about it. “Maybe, if the store was empty. It might be fun to take a risk. What do you think, Trent?”
“Uh, yeah, honey. That would be hot,” I agreed, thinking about the looks she would get as we left. I was so hard it ached.
“But are you quiet enough?” Carter asked.
“You’d love to know,” Brooke taunted.
“That’s why I asked.”
“What do you think, sweetheart? Am I quiet?”
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br /> She knew asking me that in front of Carter would push my buttons. My head started spinning. My fantasy life and reality were colliding, and I was not prepared. If Brooke didn’t fuck me when Carter left I was going to scream.
“Not quiet enough for that,” I replied. I turned to Carter and elaborated, just to get back at her. “Brooke’s more of a moaner than a screamer.”
“Yeah?” He looked her up and down. “I don’t know. I think every girl’s got a screamer in her. She just needs to be properly motivated. Now get in here and let us see you, honey.”
Brooke had stopped in the doorway to the den, but now she came through posed in front of the television with her hands on her hips. I noted her attention was focused on Carter, not me. And he was undressing her with his eyes. Carter likes to check Brooke out, but he’d never been so blatant before. There was something aggressive about the way he was looking at her, and it made me uncomfortable. I began to wonder if this was such a good idea. It also pushed every perverted button in my brain. This was what I’d always wanted, wasn’t it? Didn’t I want men to look at Brooke like they wanted to fuck her? Didn’t I want them thinking dirty thoughts about her? I was uncomfortable, but I was also dying to know exactly what Carter was thinking. Luckily, he wasn’t the type to hold back.
Her white crop top was semi-sheer, so we could see the silhouette of her bra through it, something I find incredibly sexy. Brooke would usually wear a cami under something like that, but not to model for Carter. It was paired with a short, tight brown suede skirt that really hugged that great butt of hers. The skirt came up just over her belly button, leaving a nice sliver of her flat belly exposed. I love that crop tops are back in style, and that Brooke is willing to wear them. The outfit would have looked great with heels, but she was barefoot.
“You look like you’re ready for some fun. Is that for the club?” Carter said.
“Haha. I’m a little past my club days. But sometimes I like to go dancing with the girls. Trent’s not a dancer.”
“I’d dance all night with you, Brooke,” Carter said. It looked like he was ready to come out of the chair and dance with her right then.
“So you’re the guy who’d be buying us drinks all night, trying to get lucky.”
“I don’t need to try very hard, honey. And I’m definitely too old for the club. But if I saw you in the bar, yeah, I’d buy you a drink.”
“You don’t think I’m a little too young for you?” Brooke asked, then laughed. Carter had over ten years on her. “What am I saying. I know you don’t.”
“Do you think I’m too old?” he asked.
“Hypothetically, some older guys are hot, but I’m a married woman. I don’t think about those things.
“Of course not. Give us a spin, honey.”
Carter had taken over directing my wife like she belonged to him, but I passively sat by and did nothing. Brooke wanted me to jump in and take charge, I knew it, but observing the interplay between my wife and neighbor had every inch of me tingling like I’d grabbed a live wire. She turned for him, and he whistled at her ass.
“What do you do, Pilates?” he asked.
“Yoga,” she answered, turning back to face us. “Why?”
“Because your ass is perfect.”
Normally, that would have been over the line for her, and Brooke would have shut him down, but instead she laughed and said, “I guess this skirt was a good choice then.”
“Yeah, the skirt’s nice too,” he replied. I hoped it wasn’t obvious to her that he’d actually seen her ass. The evening was going perfectly, but a slip-up could ruin it.
“Do you really think you should be looking at me that way?” Brooke asked, staring him down. She looked more amused than angry.
“I’m just admiring a beautiful woman. And Trent doesn’t mind. Do you, brother?”
I was so deep in my head that I almost didn’t realize he was talking to me. Wild thoughts flew in and out of my brain, challenging many of my long-held assumptions about myself—and my wife.
“Uh, no, not really. It’s all in good fun, right?” I lamely replied.
“Yeah, we’re all friends here,” Carter said.
Brooke turned to the side, showing off the curve of her butt. “You don’t mind Carter telling me I have a perfect ass?”
“Uhm, no?”
“What about my boobs? Wanna know what he thinks of them?” Brooke turned and leaned into us. She was enjoying Carter’s attention, but she didn’t like my passivity.
I stammered, speechless.
“Give the guy a break, honey. Do you want a Neanderthal, or a guy who appreciates it when a man admires his girl?” Carter said.
“What if some guy told your ex she had a nice ass?” Brooke challenged.
“Oh, I’d deck him. You’ve got to be respectful. But hey, I respect you, Brooke. You’re a sweet girl.”
“I’m glad you think I’m sweet.” She shot me a look. “But what do you think of my tits?”
“I saw you had a bag from Victoria’s Secret. How about you let me see them in that and I’ll tell you.” Carter wore a huge grin.
“I think Trent may disagree, but that is something you definitely should not see,” Brooke said firmly. Modeling her lingerie was where she drew the line.
I was too conflicted to offer an opinion. I didn’t know if I was more disappointed or relieved.
“Come on, honey. You’ve been teasing me all afternoon,” Carter complained.
Brooke laughed and shook her head. “Guys are all the same, no matter how old they get. You hate to be told no.”
“Of course I want to see more. You’ve been driving me crazy all afternoon.”
“It’s nice to know you’ve still got your libido, but that’s no surprise. If looking at a woman in clothes gets you like this.”
“I just want to know what you don’t want me to see.”
Brooke stood there, and I swear she was actually thinking about it. She finally turned to me and said, “I don’t hear you objecting, so I guess it’s okay. I’m going to put something from that bag on, and I’ll be right back.”
“Brooke, wait,” I stammered, finding my voice.
She blew me a kiss and fled the room.
“I think maybe this is going too far,” I said, turning and leaning over the armrest to get Carter’s attention. He was so focused on Brooke that he seemed as much in a fog as I was.
“We’re just playing around, brother. Let Brooke have some fun.”
“I don’t know if my wife parading around in her underwear is fun,” I complained.
“It’s fun when she does it for you, isn’t it?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Listen, you showed me those pictures, and obviously liked showing her off. So what’s wrong with me getting a little thrill before I go home?”
“But those were pictures, it’s not the same thing. And I shouldn’t have shown you anyway. Brooke would be so pissed if she knew.”
“Are you sure? She’s about to come back here in some sexy lingerie. Maybe she’s a little wilder than you think.”
“I know her man. She’s only doing this because she’s had too much wine and she’s annoyed at me. She wants to teach me a lesson.”
Carter chuckled. “It’s some lesson. Gotta be honest, I’m okay with being her weapon of choice.”
It pissed me off that he was dismissing me. This wasn’t the Carter I knew. He must have been so horned up from flirting with my wife that he wasn’t thinking straight. I could relate, but that didn’t make me happy. It was like Carter and Brooke had a thing going and I was on the outside. When I fantasized about that sort of thing, it didn’t feel that way, but I didn’t know what to expect. I also had no idea what I was going to do when Brooke came back in her lingerie. I knew what I should do, but I had never been more excited. The anticipation had my heart pounding.
“Just try to be cool, okay?” I said, buckling. Deep down, I knew this was what I wanted.
; Brooke returned, and despite my relief, I was disappointed. She was clothed. Her red shirt dress was pretty, and it showed off her figure nicely, but it wasn’t lingerie. The sleeves rolled up and were held up by straps, and there were big pockets over her breasts and hips. A gold zipper ran down the middle, just reaching her crotch, and a belt strapped across her waist. It was the kind of thing she would wear to work, although that zipper would be higher for work. The golden zipper was nestled right between her breasts, and she was showing some nice cleavage—cleavage she wasn’t showing before.
“That’s not fair. You lied!” Carter complained.
“I did no such thing. I picked something out of my Victoria’s Secret bag, and I’m wearing it,” Brooke confidently declared.
“But…”
I knew her games, and I smiled at her cleverness. Brooke had worked with lawyers long enough that she knew how to parse the truth. I hated it when she lawyered me in an argument, but I admired her here. I was disappointed Carter wasn’t ogling her half-naked body, but I was relived she backed away from crossing a line we might all regret. Brooke would have had the satisfaction of sticking it to me in the moment, but then I knew she’d regret flashing our neighbor when the wine wore off and she’d calmed down.
“I never said I wouldn’t wear something over it,” she said.
“Okay, you got me. I guess maybe I deserve it. But how about maybe you lower that zipper a little more?”
She looked at me and said, “Hmm, what do you think sweetheart? I could just let him see a little more.”
My calm was short-lived. Brooke wasn’t done toying with me yet, and I loved it. My mouth was dry, so I licked my lips before answering.
“A little peek couldn’t hurt, I guess.” My voice was gravelly.
Brooke was either pleased, or disheartened that I was so predictable. I couldn’t read her smile. “Just a little one,” she told us.
She slowly pulled the zipper down until it was just below her breasts. It didn’t show much more, but there was more cleavage in the shadow thrown on her chest by the dress. The overhead lamp on the ceiling fan was more subdued than bright. She considered her next move, and then slowly pulled the left side open, giving Carter a flash of the edge of a Valentine-red lace bra, and a good portion of her boob. My heart quickened, and my cock pulsed in time.
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