Len came in and quickly drank a coffee. “We’ll get something to eat on the way,” he said, and he and Jack were gone, leaving Catherine feeling confused and excited.
She had things to do though and the first was to go and pick up her child. But when she arrived at her parents’ house her mother insisted she at least take a few days off.
“Well, I’ll come pick him up on Thursday,” she told her mother. That gave her 48 hours and she figured that would be long enough to relax. She was never comfortable with the original plan of a full week anyway.
She stopped at the market for a few things to cover that evening, and planned to do a big shopping in the morning since the fridge was empty for their supposed vacation. She found her husband and their guest at home, laughing and carrying on like best buddies.
“What’s going on now?” she asked her husband, cornering him in the kitchen after dinner. It was her first chance to speak to him and she was very confused.
“No – he’s actually not a bad fellow,” Len explained. “I was probably a bit harsh before. We’ve been knocking around all day.
“You should give him a chance too, sweetheart. He’s not so bad.”
“Well, I never thought he was,” Catherine said. “You were the one he seemed to rub the wrong way at the Christmas party.”
“Yeah – I guess. So what about your kid? Why did you leave him with your folks?”
Len was vasectomised years before Catherine conceived. He often referred to their child as her kid.
“Mum offered to keep him for a few days. She wanted to and said I should have a rest…. Do I look tired?”
Len looked at her eyes and smiled. “No. You look good.”
He then kissed her. “You look hot actually,” he said and pinched her bum.
“Hey – stop that,” Catherine giggled. “In public, no less!” She was peering through into the living room where their guest was on his phone.
Len took hold of her from behind and felt her up while kissing her neck. “How about taking your bra off?” he tried playfully.
“No!” she scolded. “We talked about that!”
“Yeah, but your kid’s not here,” her husband went on, nuzzling and daring to feel her again while their guest was in full view but facing the other way.
Catherine squirmed away from him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that there was no point arguing about it but she did anyway.
“But I thought you said you were satisfied now that you’ve seen everything! I thought you said now that you’ve seen me with other men that you don’t need it anymore – that it wouldn’t even interest you!”
“I know, love – but it actually would help smooth this deal over. Especially if we just teased the guy a bit and made him think there’d be more later.”
Catherine felt the heat rise in her neck and face. Her husband actually did want to whore her out and it was something she had never even dreamt of before.
He actually wanted to offer her for – well, for money!
“Fine!” she said and turned to the sink.
Her husband nuzzled into her neck again. He was just cuddling her from behind that time. He kissed the back of her head.
“We only need to tease him a bit, sweetheart. Do you want to just slip your bra off and um…”
Catherine’s bra was strapless. She flicked the clasp and pulled it out of her dress.
She gave it to her husband.
He grinned. He had no idea!
****
When Catherine got home from shopping the next morning she saw out the window that her houseguest had just arrived driving her husband’s car – and there was no sign of her husband.
She quickly checked herself in the mirror, tidying her long blond hair and straightening her dress. She undid the second button to reveal the lacy top of the bra she was wearing. Her heart was fluttering away as she went down to meet the guy and see why her husband wasn’t with him.
Jack was waiting at the bottom of the stairs watching her long tanned legs as her dress brushed around mid-thigh. “I forgot some papers,” he explained in response to her questioning look. Then as she reached where he was waiting his eyes lowered to her cleavage and the purple lace visible in through the open neckline of her dress.
“Len’s tied up for an hour with some reps from another firm,” he went on.
“Oh! Do you want to stay for some lunch?” Catherine asked sweetly.
“Yeah, I can smell the fresh bread. A sandwich would be nice.”
He followed her into the kitchen watching her firm little butt sway gently as she walked. She glanced back over her shoulder but he kept watching without lifting his gaze, then when she was at the counter making sandwiches she kept glancing back at him until he met her eyes and the smile that accompanied her modest little blush.
“You’re every bit as attractive as Karl said you were,” he offered sincerely. “Even more so.”
Her blush deepened. “Thanks. It was nice of him to say.”
She placed his plate and sandwich, leaning forward across the counter as she did, and that caused the neckline of her dress to gape a little and reveal more of her bra and the upper portion of her tits. They would have been a C-cup Jack thought to himself. They looked firm, and he could just make out the darkened texture of a nipple as she tidied some groceries to make more room on the counter. She had to bend down to put some things in the cupboard below and that caused her dress to gape fully clear of her bra. He could actually see all the way to her flat little belly and the top of a pair of matching purple lace panties.
She glanced up and Jack deliberately met her eyes then looked back down her dress. “What?” she almost laughed.
“Nothing. Just enjoying the view,” he replied with a disarming smile.
“Well you can’t see anything,” she challenged defiantly. “God – you men!”
“Yeah it’s hardly fair now that you mention it. Karl said you used to be braless whenever he visited you at home.”
“Well I’ve just been shopping – as you can see! And I’m not about to go out half dressed in the middle of the day!”
Jack chuckled. He liked her spirit and sweet little blush. “So how about slipping your bra off now then?” he tried playfully. “It’s very pretty but if you’re going to be as kind to me as you were with Karl?”
“And who said I’m going to be kind to you?” she shot back, still laughing. “Huh! The nerve of some men!”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jack conceded. “But seriously – do you guys still play around like that, or was that just a one off thing you wanted to try?”
“No, it wasn’t just a one off thing,” Catherine answered shyly, fiddling with her plate. “We’ve tried it a few times but only if Len really wants to. It’s not like we do it all the time or anything.”
Jack waited before continuing. He just watched her pretty face for a moment and caught her eyes when she eventually glanced up.
“I think it’s a very exciting idea,” he offered frankly. “I’ve been through three marriages and all three ended up in a sexual rut. And not that I blame any of my ex-wives for that – it’s just that after a few years the excitement died away and we never did anything to spice it up…. I wish we’d been brave enough to try swinging or something, and maybe find some energy to make our married life work.”
“I think it was good for us,” Catherine offered softly. “I mean – I think we were starting to get into a rut before the first time, and ever since then Len’s been more – I don’t know – imaginative and excited I guess.”
“And that’s good,” Jack agreed quickly. “It was brave of him to invite another man into your ‘bedroom’ so to speak. And to be honest it’s the reason I wanted to stay with you guys – did he mention that?”
“Yes he did,” Catherine uttered, again fiddling with her plate, and with her blush deepening noticeably. “But he’s worried it might have some bearing on your business with the firm,” she added, looking up d
eliberately and with something of a challenge in her eyes that time.
“Well it has absolutely no bearing on our business what so ever,” Jack stated plainly and honestly. “I’ll admit that I chose Len’s firm because Karl told me about you guys and I wanted to meet you, but we’re a long way past negotiating a deal now. We’re fully committed and the deal’s solid. You can boot me out into a hotel for the week and nothing changes!”
Catherine smiled. “Good to know, but we won’t be booting you out just yet.”
She was topping up Jack’s coffee and he had another look down inside her dress, causing her to blush a little and smile again.
“Go on – why don’t you take it off for me,” he pleaded. “I’d settle for that, and at least I’ll have something to come back with when my buddy’s giving it to me about how huge I missed out.”
Catherine rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You guys are all the same!” she complained, but her blush deepened again as she shot a look back over her shoulder on the way into the laundry.
Jack couldn’t see her around the corner but she came back after a moment and he could see that her tits were moving freely beneath her dress. She was still shaking her head and sort of giggling to herself but her blush had remained and she was refusing to meet Jack’s eyes as she looked anywhere but at him.
She was then wiping the bench and moving stuff around. She ended up across the counter in front of him, still refusing to meet his eyes, and as she bent to put her coffee cup into the dishwasher her dress gaped and he had a look at her bare breasts.
“Yeah – that’s it,” he groaned, and she shook her head again with her smile broadening. And she also remained bent over sorting things in the dishwasher while he watched her tits wobbling and jiggling about. Her nipples were firm and just brushing against the light cotton fabric.
“They’re fucking beautiful,” he said warmly. “You’ve got great tits, Catherine!”
She stood up and expelled a nervous breath. “Thank you,” she said sweetly. “And now you can tell Karl that I was kind to you too, right?”
“Oooh yeah! I certainly can. But now that we’ve sorted out that there’s no obligation, what’s my chances of getting an invitation to your bedroom?”
Catherine didn’t respond immediately. She was fiddling with the spray bottle, rubbing at the label and avoiding the older man’s eyes again. “I don’t know about that,” she uttered without looking up. “It would be up to my husband.”
Jack’s cock lengthened and firmed up a bit. “You’re saying you’ll go along with whatever he says?”
“Uh huh,” she uttered, still not looking up, but with her blush again deepening as she bit down on a little smile. “It’s up to my husband if he wants other men to have me,” she added sweetly. “You’ll have to talk to him about it.”
The phone rang and she went to answer it. Jack finished his sandwich then went upstairs to get the paperwork he needed. When he came back down Catherine was still chatting on the phone with her girlfriend but had resumed stacking the dishwasher.
He stood across the counter where he had been sitting, finishing his coffee and having another look at her bare tits. She glanced down at herself then looked up to meet his eyes with her blush returning.
She was actually on her knees and she remained there while Jack leaned right over the counter and placed his coffee cup in the dishwasher. His face was right beside hers and he deliberately looked down her dress again while he could feel her breath against his neck. He then touched the front of her dress, just hooking a finger beneath the fabric and pulling it forward so he could see both tits properly. Her hand softly clutched his wrist but she didn’t try to push him away until the next button gave way and her dress opened further. Then he stood up but remained there watching her tidying up the kitchen and chatting with her girlfriend. She hadn’t fixed the button so from the side he could see the full roundness of her tit, and a shoulder strap kept slipping which made the dress gape enough to expose a nipple.
It was time for Jack to go but he decided to show Catherine the effect she was having on him. He moved from behind the counter and walked around and into the kitchen with his cock fully erect and lifting his belt.
He was quite large and it was very obvious. Catherine’s eyes widened and her blush returned instantly. She was at the sink and Jack moved around her to get a glass of water, guiding her with his hands on her hips and just brushing gently against her butt as he slipped past. He then stood there beside her drinking his water while she glanced down at his erection a few times amidst the giggling conversation she was having.
He finished his water and again touched her hips as he passed behind, but he also whispered “I’ll have a chat with Len,” in her ear, and he had a final look down her dress at the boob and nipple that were exposed with the shoulder strap having slipped again.
****
In Catherine’s mind it really was up to her husband to either protect her from other men or offer her to them. She had little will power to fend them off herself. Her knees went wobbly as soon as a man looked at her in that way.
She had genuinely hoped her husband would keep her to himself after having the baby, and apart from allowing other men to look at her sometimes, he had done so for over two years.
She had regained her figure though. She had actually toned to a figure she had last owned when she was about 23. And in her early 30’s she was a sizzling hot wife.
****
After preparing the evening meal on the Wednesday she had a cool shower before her husband and the houseguest arrived home. She chose a little sun dress, quite short, but she decided to wear a bra – a white lace one that matched her panties. And she left a button undone to be sure her guest would be pleased whenever she leaned over in front of him.
The men mostly talked shop through dinner but Catherine was having fun distracting both her husband and the other man by brushing close to them and indeed leaning over to give them a view down her front as she served dinner and later cleared the table.
After dinner they ended up in her husband’s office, still talking business, and Catherine found herself getting frustrated from the lack of attention. She decided to soak in a bath for an hour and then she put on a short satin nightie – just a couple of spaghetti strings and a low cut neckline that gaped at every opportunity, and a slither of clingy fabric that barely covered her panties – something that would definitely command attention!
She went back downstairs like that and sat down in front of the television with a glass of wine. She could hear the men talking and laughing in the other room. After a while she heard Jack in the kitchen so she downed the rest of her wine and went into the kitchen for a refill.
His eyes widened as he turned around but Catherine averted her gaze before they lifted from her legs and breasts.
“Fuck me!” he said under his breath, and she couldn’t stop her smile but she still refused to acknowledge him. She went about pouring her wine while he moved close behind her and had a look down over her shoulder. He could see her tits quite easily and he whispered under his breath again. “Yeah, that’s fucking nice.”
Catherine could feel his breath on the back of her neck and it firmed her nipples instantly.
“Going to have to have another talk with that husband of yours,” he whispered low and suggestive like, and that time Catherine had to bite down on her smile. He then lifted the spaghetti string on her right shoulder and lowered it, uncovering her right breast completely.
She stood with her palms flat on the counter as if she was about to be frisked – and she was desperate to be frisked or something. But the guy just stroked her right arm with his fingers caressing ever so softly and not going anywhere near her exposed nipple.
Then he was gone and she walked on rubbery legs back to the living room and flopped on the couch with her right breast still bare. She tucked her legs up to one side and sat drinking her wine and watching television until both men came into the
room soon after. Her husband looked at her exposed breast and she met his eyes for a few seconds before lifting the spaghetti string back into place.
“So what’s on?” Jack asked as he took a seat in the arm chair at the end of the couch.
“Just some movie,” Catherine answered, catching his smile as he looked down at her legs.
He was sitting at the end of the couch where her feet were, so he had a view up under her nightie. She had on sheer pink panties, silky and smooth, and cutting nicely into the slit between her pussy lips. Her nightie ended at her hips and they were exposed completely.
Her husband sat beside her on the couch and she snuggled against his chest with his arm extending along the backrest. They chatted through the end of the movie and on into the next one. Catherine’s wine glass was continually refilled and the men were drinking beer. They seemed to be getting on very well, laughing together and carrying on like best buddies, Catherine noticed.
Toward the end of that movie things had mellowed and everyone was yawning. Catherine was still snuggled to her husband’s chest and the other man was still looking over at her bottom and exposed panties quite regularly. Her spaghetti string was continually slipping, and instead of fixing it she let it hang down her arm for a while. Then one time she reached over to the coffee table to put her empty glass down and when she sat back her right breast was again exposed, and that time she left it.
She could feel her husband looking down and she could feel the eyes of their houseguest.
She sat there with her breast exposed for a while with both men constantly looking at it and occasionally catching each other’s glance, Catherine noticed. Then she sat up and collected her empty glass.
“I’ll get that for you,” Jack said and he stood with his empty beer can. “Do you want another?” he asked Len. He also deliberately looked down at Catherine’s tit that time and smiled.
“I’ll have to get some more from the garage,” Len said, also getting up.
He left the room and Jack remained there looking down at Catherine. She glanced down at herself then smiled back up at him. “So, are you going to get me a refill or what?”
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