Jenn came up to the house and knocked on the door. Susan answered wearing a black short, loose dress and thigh-high leather boots. Jenn had seen her wear the boots before but usually with a longer skirt. Susan usually dressed more earthy than erotic.
"C'mon in Jenn. I'm glad you could come over," Susan said leading her into the living room. When Jenn entered she saw Susan's husband, Eric, on his knees in the kitchen cleaning the floor with a sponge.
"Hey Eric!" Jenn said. Oddly, Eric didn't answer. Jenn thought he must be wrapped up in his thoughts or something. "Well, what's this thing you dragged me over here to see?" She asked Susan.
"Come in here," Susan said while leading her into the kitchen. When Jenn stepped in she saw Eric still working intently on the floor. She hadn't noticed before that he was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that were cut a little too short and a tight black shirt. Jenn had always admired Eric's ass and this sight kind of caught her off guard.
She tried to mask her surprise with some humor, "Hey Eric, I think you cut off your shorts a little too far. I can see the bottom half of your, well, um, bottom! Heh, heh..." Jenn also hadn't noticed that Eric had been working out. He had lost the beer-gut and love handles she remembered him having. She was starting to feel a little aroused at the sight of him on his knees with a good bit of his "best part" staring her in the face.
"He won't answer you right now, " Susan told her. "Let me fill you in a little bit and things will be a little more clear. A few months ago I came home from work and Eric was cleaning the house for our dinner party the next night. He was wearing shorts like the ones he has on. I was surprised when I first saw him, but I knew he had a bit of a clothes fetish and sort of blew it off after kidding him a bit. That evening he continued to clean the house. In fact, I think I was talking to you on the phone and mentioned that he seemed to be doing a very thorough job. When he was done he came over to me and did a little turn showing me the shorts closely: 'So, do you like my shorts?' Then he unbuttoned them and pulled them down a little. 'And look: I had to wear a g-string with them otherwise you'd be able to see my underwear. I thought about not wearing underwear but realized that I would be falling out all over.' I told him I liked the shorts and really appreciated the job he'd done on the house. Of course the sight of him slaving around the house dressed in skimpy clothes had done a job on me. I pushed him on the bed and we ended up fucking like banshees."
"The next week I took our daughter to a birthday party. I knew Eric was going to be home soon and since I didn't feel like cleaning up the kitchen so I left a note asking Eric to do it. Just for kicks I also set out the shorts and a bottle of wine. With another note that said, 'Heidi will be asleep by the time we get home. If you finish early you can drink the wine. If you do a good job you may get another reward!'"
"When I got home I was shocked. The house was spotless. I took Heidi back to put her in her bed and saw Eric working on the back bathroom. He had gotten sweaty from the work. He must have been as hot as he made me feel looking at him. I chided him some and told him that when he's finished he can come share the wine with me and if he's lucky he'll get to rub my back."
