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  “Is there a problem with that? I could always tell him it’s not a good time,” Ben said.

  “No, of course not,” I said. Your friends are always welcome here. We’ll just have to order pizza that night or something. And get the movie. Do you have it yet?”

  Ben looked at me as though I’d grown a second head. I blinked. Of course he already had the movie. He got all those movies as soon as they came out, especially since they started making the new ones. I never understood the appeal of that show, but I always went along with it because he liked it. And as I thought of Matt coming over to visit I thought of other far more interesting things I might possibly do because my husband was into it.

  I shook my head. I needed to stop acting like a teenage girl who was nervous about some guy she liked coming over. That made me stop. Some guy I liked? Was I thinking about Matt like that now? Then again after all the dirty talk and fantasies, talking about showing off for him, Ben talking about how hot it would be to watch another guy fuck me, I suppose it would be odd if that hadn’t carved a little bit of a groove in my erotic imagination. Now the question was what was I going to do about it?

  Nothing at all. That’s what I was going to do about it. I would be a good hostess, and we’d have a fun night watching a movie with one of his friends.

  “Is he is going to be staying the night?”

  Ben looked up from the couch. “I think he was planning on going home that night, but it’d be on a Friday. Are you cool with him staying the night?”

  I bit my lip as I thought about that. A good girl would say he needed to be out of the house. A good girl wouldn’t introduce that sort of temptation into her home. A good girl would take the easy out, defuse the situation before it even got to the point where it could blow up in our faces.

  But I’ve already established that it was precisely not being a good girl that was such a turn on. I realized before I even opened my mouth that the good girl was losing this fight.

  “Sure. It might be fun to have him stay the night.”

  So much for being good. I was already setting the stage for being naughty. Very naughty. The question now was how far would it go? Hell, I wondered how far I wanted this to go. Glancing over at my husband, at the way he was smiling at me as though he knew exactly what I was thinking, damn him, I was seriously wondering how far he wanted this to go as well.

  Oh well. Only one way to find out for sure.

  3: Worked Up

  I was more nervous than I’d been in a good long while on at the drive home that fateful Friday night. I’d already picked up the pizza and all I had to do was go home. Only I was reluctant, I was driving slow, I was putting off the moment of truth because I was feeling the kind of nervous anticipation that only came right before a big date. That felt really new and really familiar at the same time and it was twisting up my insides in a major way. I hadn’t felt like this since I started dating Ben.

  It was weird feeling butterflies in my stomach again after so many years of marriage. After so many years of being with one man. It made me feel young again. Not that I was old, but you know what I mean.

  I was dressed to the nines. I even got a few catcalls and comments from guys at work today. I even got a few jealous looks from some of the girls at work. I was wearing a skirt that just bordered the line of propriety as far as the work dress code was concerned. Up above I had a button up white blouse with a small jacket over my shoulders that didn’t cover much more than my shoulders. Women’s business fashion was weird. The blouse covered most of my tits, but if I unbuttoned it by just one button then it started showing off quite a bit. If I unbuttoned even more then it would become downright slutty.

  Not that it became downright slutty while I was at the office, no matter what all the guys with their lingering glances might have liked. God how that turned me on in a way that surprised me! I’d never thought of most of those men like that before, sure there were a few hotties like at any office but it was work and not a dance club so I didn’t pay much attention, but just feeling their eyes on me was enough to make me so wet that I worried I might have to go to a store on my lunch break and pick up new underwear.

  But somehow I’d made it through the day. Somehow I’d made it all the way to the end of the day and I was driving home, wondering if Matt was there, soaking my panties so thoroughly that I almost thought I’d have to stop on the way home after all, and wondering just how many buttons I’d unbutton before I got in.

  It was almost a relief when I pulled into our driveway didn’t see Matt’s car there. I opened the garage and it was just Ben’s car. So he hadn’t let Matt into the garage for some reason. I breathed a sigh of relief that was also just ever so slightly a sigh of disappointment.

  I pulled into the garage and thought about Matt arriving, thought about him showing up after all those months of fantasizing, all those months of having him play the central character in our dirty talk. I actually started shivering! I had to sit in my car and keep an iron grip on the steering wheel for a moment while I waited and tried to regain control of my treacherous body. Why was I thinking these thoughts? Why had this become such a central part of our sex life? Why was I being so bad and going along with it?

  Hell, what I was thinking was tantamount to cheating on my husband! Although, was it really cheating if I was doing it with his permission?

  I shook my head and concentrated on breathing until that shuddering went down to an acceptable level. Then I grabbed the pizza and headed into the house. At least he wouldn’t be waiting there. Yet.

  “Welcome ho-oly shit baby!” Ben said.

  I grinned as I kicked the garage door shut. I’d undone the top couple of buttons on my blouse before making my way in from the garage. I was pretty sure he wasn’t saying holy shit because of the pizza I was balancing on one arm.

  “Evening honey,” I said with a smile.

  “Did you wear that like that at work?”

  A naughty thought occurred to me. A naughty thought that would allow me to tease my husband while at the same time testing the temperature of the evening. Seeing how frisky he was feeling.

  “Oh yeah,” I said. “All those dirty old perverts were staring at your wife, trying to stare down my shirt all day long. It was so exhausting having them hover over my cubicle!”

  Ben licked his lips and moved forward. Judging from the look in his eyes he liked that description. Judging from the look in his eyes I’d just gauged the temperature in the room and it was ridiculously hot. I put the pizza down on the counter on a hunch that turned out to be a pretty good one as he swept me up in his arms and then we were locked together in a passionate embrace, my mouth pressed against his and our tongues swirling around one another as his hands moved up and down my body.

  I felt like he had four arms running all over my body as we made out in the center of the kitchen. That naturally led to thoughts about what it would feel like to have four hands running all over my body which turned me on even more. I hopped up and he grabbed my ass with a practiced precision as I wrapped my legs around him. As I started grinding my pussy against him.

  I pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him, holding his face in my hands. “I’m so fucking hot!”

  Ben glanced over in the direction of the stairs. Stairs that led to the bedroom. I followed his glance and wondered if we had time. I looked back to him. “What time is Matt supposed to get here?”

  “I have no idea,” he said. He smiled a sly knowing smile. “And why are you so turned on anyways? Does it have something to do with our guest?”

  I leaned against his shoulder and let out something that was between a gasp, a moan, and a whine as I pressed my pussy against his rock hard cock. God it felt so wonderful. And he was doing it. He was talking the talk. Yes, the temperature in the room was definitely just as hot as I’d been feeling on my drive home. I was starting to shiver again.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  His voice was in my ear. Barely above a whisper.
“Were you thinking about him looking at you in that outfit?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you thinking about him looking at you all those years ago? Maybe giving him a little bit more of a show?”

  “Yes.”

  Then he was on me again. His hands were up at my tits, down at my ass, his cock pressed against my pussy as I pressed down against him. Gasps and moans filled the kitchen and I desperately needed to get up to the bedroom. I desperately needed some sort of release.

  The ringing of the doorbell ruled out anything like that though. I wanted to cry out in frustration. I couldn’t go and answer the door as frustrated as I was. I couldn’t face an evening with Matt feeling like this. I needed to get off! Only when I looked up at Ben he was grinning at me.

  “Are you going to be a good girl tonight?” he asked.

  I knew what my answer should be, and I knew the answer he wanted was nothing like what my answer should be. It was nothing like what my answer should be considering our marriage vows. Forsake all others and all that stuff.

  I bit my lip. I reached down and undid another button on my blouse, but didn’t say anything. I just held his gaze as the tight blouse sprang free revealing my cleavage and part of my bra. Ben grinned as he drank in the sight of my tits.

  “That’s what I was hoping for,” he said.

  “I should probably go answer the door, don’t you think?”

  My husband licked his lips. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.”

  4: Showtime

  “Hi Matt!” I said as I pulled the door opened wide.

  And I immediately had to fight back another case of the shivers as I saw him looking at me. He was facing away at first, turned, smiled, and then his eyes went wide and he quickly schooled his face into an impassive grin as his eyes were obviously fighting not to run up and down my body. Not to check out his best friend’s wife right on our doorstep. I smiled and then turned and walked back into the house, making sure to put some extra sway into my walk as I did so.

  When I made my way into the kitchen Ben had already changed into his pajamas which gave me a wicked idea. Matt followed him in and I smiled.

  “You boys go ahead and get started,” I said. “I’m going to go get into my pajamas and then we can watch the movie.”

  Matt was still staring. Matt still wasn’t saying anything. And having him there in person, in the flesh after all that fantasizing, was causing me to thinking naughty thoughts. It was sending a fire raging through my body. Raging between my legs.

  When I got upstairs I almost considered pulling out one of my plastic buddies from the nightstand and taking care of my little problem. Releasing some of this tension that Ben hadn’t been able to before his friend got here. But I decided not to. No, instead I pulled out one of my skimpiest pairs of pajamas, shorts so short that they might as well not be there and a low-cut tank top that showed off a generous portion of my tits up above and came well above my belly button down below.

  I was going to give them an eyeful, and I decided at the last minute that I also wasn’t going to wear a bra. I paused in front of the full length mirror in our room and looked myself up and down, tried to imagine what would run through Matt’s head when he saw me in this outfit. It turned me on just thinking of that. My nipples were pressing out and I looked damn good in this outfit. It was one of my sexiest outfits short of wearing lingerie, and I loved it.

  It was dark in the living room by the time I gathered up a slice of pizza and made my way in there. Matt and Ben were sitting next to each other on the couch and once again I got a naughty idea. As I walked into the room their eyes fell on me, and both of their mouths fell open at the same time. I felt a moment of embarrassment as I paraded before them in this tiny outfit, but that moment of embarrassment was quickly replaced by pride in how hot I looked coupled with a raging fire of arousal because of the way they were staring at me. I was hot, and they were looking at me like I was a goddess sent to earth. A goddess sent to earth with a slice of pizza on a paper plate in her hands, but you get the point.

  “No room for me boys?” I asked.

  They glanced between each other but didn’t move. I rolled my eyes and moved to the couch, plopping down in between them. Obviously seeing me in this outfit had broken their ability to do anything other than stare. When I flopped down I felt my ass press against my husband’s legs on one side and against Matt on the other side.

  That sent fireworks running up from my pussy through the rest of my body. I hadn’t realized how much just a simple touch could be a turn on. They both moved to let me in and kept watching the movie, but I could feel both of them fidgeting. I looked over to Ben and grinned. He smiled back. I looked over to Matt and I actually caught him trying to catch a peek down my shirt!

  Well. If he was going to be naughty than I’d be a little naughty as well. He hadn’t noticed me noticing him, and so I reached up and pulled on my tank top as though I was fanning myself.

  “Does it seem hot in here to either of you?” I asked.

  Matt nearly choked on the piece of pizza he was chewing on as I pulled my shirt out and gave him a clear view of my breasts. Of my hard nipples pressing out, straining out, as I thought of him watching me. As I thought of his cock getting hard. I moved one hand over to brush against Ben and I was gratified to feel his rock hard cock. It was nice to know he was getting turned on as much as I was.

  I briefly considered doing the same with Matt but decided against it. Kissing was one thing, showing myself off was one thing, but reaching out and touching him like that, no matter how much I was enjoying the role of forbidden temptress, would be crossing a line that I wasn’t comfortable crossing without talking to Ben about it first. No matter how much this had been the subject of our fantasies.

  And so we sat through the movie like that, though I don’t think either of the guys paid much attention. No, Ben was busy concentrating on looking at me, looking at how Matt was reacting to me. And Matt was doing his best to check me out without looking like he was checking me out, and not doing a very good job of it.

  It was just like back in college, only now that I knew what was going on, now that I knew just how turned on he got staring at me, it was sending me into overdrive. It was turning me on to the point that I thought I might be able to come just by grinding against the couch, though I didn’t try. That’d be a little too obvious, pulling fantasy a little too close to the realm of reality.

  Let’s just say none of us really saw the movie, which was just fine with me since those movies weren’t exactly my favorite. By the time the credits rolled I was insanely worked up. I was ready to go upstairs, jump my husband, and have a fuck session the likes of which we hadn’t had since we were newlyweds.

  And as I glanced to Matt as the movie was coming to an end I realized that he must be worked up too. His cock was jutting out and it took all my willpower not to reach out and touch it, but in this one respect, in this one instance, I was a good girl. I didn’t let things go too far, no matter how hot it would’ve been if I just reached out and took his cock in hand.

  But without knowing how Ben would react to our fantasy becoming reality I was reluctant to do that. Reluctant to take that step. So I was good, no matter how much I wanted to be naughty.

  Watching the movie with them had been so hot that I was actually a little disappointed when the credits finally rolled. I think that marked the first time I was ever sad to see the credits for a Space Quest movie in my life, but there it was.

  I turned to Matt with a smile. “I imagine you’re tired after your drive. I can show you to the guest bedroom if you like?”

  I still had my hand on my husband’s cock and it twitched as I said that. It jumped. I smiled at that feeling.

  Matt licked his lips and finally found his voice, though it cracked slightly.

  “Yeah, that sounds great,” he said.

  I took him by the hand and an electric shock went from where our bodies touched. I pulled him off towa
rds the stairs. I made sure to go first, made sure to sway my ass, and the game continued as I had no doubt his eyes were plastered to my ass as we made our way upstairs.

  5: Fantasies

  “Everything good?”

  I paused at the exit to our guest bedroom and turned to smile at Matt. And as I turned I caught a glimpse of him checking out my ass.

  I smiled at that. Just what I’d been expecting. I also felt a small tingle of excitement go running through my body as I saw his eyes on me. He looked at me like I was the most gorgeous woman in the world. Every time I saw him looking at me since meeting him on the doorstep I saw a man who was staring at the hottest woman he’d ever seen, and I have to admit that stroked my ego almost as much as it stroked my pussy.

  “Um, I don’t need anything else Jen,” he said.

  I almost wanted to laugh. From the way he was acting he’d obviously caught me catching him checking out my ass. I think that was the first time he realized I knew what he was doing all night. Oblivious didn’t even begin to describe him. I’m sure he thought he was in for it. Only I just smiled, turned, and walked out of the guest bedroom. Making sure to put a little extra swing into my walk. I wanted to make sure and give him a show so I could tell Ben all about it later. Not to mention that it made me feel so naughty, so hot, giving that show. I needed some sort of release tonight, and I was hoping that release was waiting in the bedroom!

  Ben looked up from his book as I walked into our bedroom.