Jessie, my 28 year old wife, enters our bedroom from the en suite, wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. She has just finished her shower. Her full, firm breasts jiggle and sway as she dries her long, black hair with a towel. She sits down in front of the dressing table and starts to brush her hair. I look at her image in the mirror. I have never been able to resist the sight of those perfect tits! Like a moth drawn to a flame, I sneak up behind her. I lean over, kissing her lightly in the nape of the neck while cupping her breasts in my hands.
“Down, Boy!” she says as she pushes me away. “No time for hanky panky! You’d better get dressed. Jason will be here any minute.”
Jason is a good friend of ours. He is a medical doctor by profession. His wife, Melanie, is visiting her mother for the weekend. Jason had to stay because he is on standby. We invited him over for supper.
“Well, he’ll just have to wait!” I reply. “I can never allow such a great opportunity to pass me by!” With that I give her nipple a gentle tweak. As always, it responds immediately.
“No chance, Loverboy! Feel free to try me again later. But for now we’d better get dressed.” she says firmly. She starts to put on her bra.
“Is that really necessary?” I ask, pointing at the bra.
“You want me to prance around in front of Jason without a bra..?” she asks with a quizzical look on her face.
“Hey, it’s only Jason! He’s a doctor, remember? I’m sure he has seen more boobs than any man I know, the lucky dog! He probably won’t even notice. And if he does, I certainly don’t mind him seeing what he can’t have.” I reply. “It’s not like I’m asking you to seduce him or anything…”
“Are you saying that it’s OK for me to flirt with him?” she enquires.
“Sure! Flirt all you want! As long as it doesn’t go beyond that. I would like to see his reaction. Come on! Be a tiger! Tease him a little!” I encourage her.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this!” she says and drops the bra on the dressing table. She puts on her blouse and looks at herself in the mirror. “No ways! This blouse is totally see-through! I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“It’s only because you know you’re not wearing a bra. It’s all in the mind!” I reply, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her huge dark nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric.
“Well, OK then, but remember I’m only doing this because you insist.” she replies. She puts on her short, sexy black mini skirt.
Then the doorbell rings. “Shit! That must be Jason. Please go and invite him in while I finish up here.” she orders.
I undo the top button of her blouse, kiss her on the cheek and then go downstairs wondering whether she’ll have the nerve to come down without the bra. I open the front door, invite Jason in and pour drinks. We sit down in the lounge and start chatting away.
Then Jessie comes down the stairs, pretty as a picture. Her firm breasts bouncing with every step she takes. One has to be blind not to notice the fact that she is not wearing a bra. Those huge dark nipples are clearly visible! She left the top button of her blouse undone. Her long legs look divine as they protrude from under the short skirt.
I look at Jason. He looks like he has just swallowed a whole potato! He obviously likes what he sees!
“Hi, Jason. Feeling lonely with Melanie so far away?” She leans over the coffee table to pick up her drink, giving Jason a good eyeful of cleavage in the process. He just stares at those two firm orbs straining against the buttons of her blouse. She sits down beside me on the couch. We start chatting and I get up every now and again to get more drinks, while Jessie serves some snacks. I notice that every time she offers Jason something to eat, she leans forward somewhat more than is necessary. Jason is loving the attention and now stares unabashed at her chest.
Jessie curls up next to me on the couch, while Jason and I talk golf. She doesn’t take part in the conversation, but I do notice that she crosses her legs very seductively every now and again. Jason, who is sitting directly across the room from us, has a hard time looking me in the eye while he talks to me.
The Jessie announced that dinner is ready and we sit down to enjoy the meal. After dinner, we move back to the lounge and have a few more drinks while we chat.
I am very curious to see how far Jess will go with her little game and decide to create an opportunity. I excuse myself, claiming that I’m tired and have to get up early in the morning. I ask Jessie to keep Jason company for the rest of the night. She gives me a slightly puzzled look, but does not object. I say my goodnights and head up the stairs to the bedroom. There I undress and put on a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt my regular sleeping gear. I switch of all the lights on the second floor and lie down on the bed for a while.
Eventually, curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak to the top of the staircase. There, from behind the potted palm tree I have a perfect view of the activities in the lounge.
Jason returns from the bar with two drinks. He offers one to Jess and sits down on the couch next to her. She kicks off her shoes and pulls her legs up onto the couch. They chat and chuckle and I can see that both are getting very affected by the liquor. Jason would lean over and whisper something in her ear. She, in turn, would giggle and slap him on the thigh.
Eventually Jason has his arm around her on the back of the couch, slightly stroking the back of her shoulder. He leans over and whispers something in her ear again. I cannot hear what he says, but she replies with “Ooh, you naughty boy!” and crosses her arms over her boobs. It can only have something to do with the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. He pulls the side of her blouse away to expose her bare shoulder. He gets a triumphant smirk on his face when he sees no bra strap. Is the man blind?! I can see her nipples through her blouse from where I am standing!
Self-conscious, Jessie pulls her blouse back over her shoulder. He leaves his arm around her, his hand dangling dangerously close to her breast. Then he strokes her neck ever so lightly as he chats her up. His sneaks another peek down her cleavage and notices her gold pendant hanging in the valley of those perfect breasts. He plays with the pendant and lets his fingers ‘accidentally’ brush the tops of her breasts. She either does not notice or doesn’t mind. They chat some more and his fingers moves from the pendant to the top button of her blouse. He fiddles with it. She suddenly realizes that he is trying to undo the button. She slaps him playfully on the hand with a “Naughty boy!” and tries to remove his hand. He won’t let go and they start wrestling playfully. He whispers something in her ear.
“OK, if you insist. But only ONE!” I hear her say, while waving her index finger under his nose. She then leans back on the couch and allow him to undo the top button of her blouse. He immediately proceeds with the next button. She grabs his hand. “I said only ONE!” she says sternly. She tries to remove his hand, but he won’t let go. In the ensuing struggle a few more buttons become undone and by the time she manages to get his hand away, her blouse is unbuttoned to just above her navel!
“Please fetch me another drink. After all this I really need one!” she says. He gets up to get two more drinks and she covers her breast with the blouse, not bothering to do up the buttons. She gets up and heads up the staircase. I make a quick bee-line for the bed. She walks up to the bed and satisfied that I’m fast asleep, she walks into the bathroom. Soon I hear the sound of a strong stream of piss hitting the water of the loo. Then she flushes and heads back to the lounge. I rush back to my position behind the palm.
She sits down next to him and he hands her her drink. He puts his arm around her and his hand casually slips into her blouse and he cups her bare breast. She is taken by surprise and puts her drink down. She then tries to pry his hand from her breast, but he won’t let go. She gets up in an effort to get away, but he pulls her towards him. She loses her balance and falls on top of him, straddling him. She remains in that position, holding together her blouse in an effort to cover up her boobs. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist. What on earth…? Can it be..? She’s not wearing any panties! I can clearly see her naked bottom!
He puts his arms around her and places his hands on her naked behind. He whispers something in her ear again. She stiffens and says: “Of course I am!”
“You’re not wearing any!” he replied.
“I am!” she says.
“Well, prove it then!” he dares her.
I’m a bit puzzled at what it is all about, but then she gets up and lifts her skirt. She makes a quick twirl in front of him. She’s wearing a thong!
“Well, whaddaya know!!! Let’s have another peek at that!” he shrieked.
“Dream on, mate!” she says and pulls away from him. He puts his hands under her skirt and tries to pull down her thong. She hangs on for dear life, but with both hands holding his, she can do nothing about her breasts popping out from under her unbuttoned blouse. Jason looks up and sees the two perfect orbs dangling in front of his face. He can’t believe his luck! Without further ado his mouth closes around her right nipple. I can hear the sharp intake of her breath. For a few moments she lets him have her way with her boob. He undoes the rest of her buttons and still she does not object. He pushes the blouse back over her shoulders and she lets it slip to the floor.
God! Is she really going to let him screw her?! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! The strangest thing is the fact that I’m actually getting turned on by all this! I’ve developed a massive hard-on while watching another guy suck my wife’s tits! I free my hard cock from the constraints of the boxer shorts and start to stroke it slowly, while watching the proceedings below.