I knew this couple casually. They were friends of friends. I saw them socially at barbeques, parties, etc. We would exchange pleasantries and so on. A couple of times I had to ask someone what their names were because I'd forgotten!! They were in their 40's at the time. The wife had that full, lush figure that women at that age will have. She was tallish for a woman, about 5' 6" or so. She was not quite fat, maybe 150 to 170 pounds. She had full rounded hips and thighs. Her breasts were about 38C with decided sag. In some of the old romance novels they would be called pendulous. I'll call her Mary.
I was at a barbeque at a mutual friend's house. As it turned out the lady I was dating knew this couple quite well. The 4 of us were chatting in the yard. The lady I was dating and I each had one of those aluminum lounge chairs with the plastic strapping. The other couple was sitting across from us in the upright folding chair version. Mary was wearing one of those full legged jean jumpsuits that were just above mid-thigh. As we chatted I noticed that I when she moved certain ways, I could see her white panties up the leg of the jumpsuit! It was titillating and it added a little spice to an otherwise bland social conversation.
Later in the day, by the luck of the draw, she and I were at the cooler collecting beers for our partners. I commented on how nice the suit looked on her. I went on to say that she should be careful how she sat because her panties showed! She colored, mumbled something and walked away. I complimented myself for being an ass and embarrassing the woman!
But this incident began what I thought was a harmless flirtation. At another party she even made a joke about me seeing her panties! She said at least she had some on that time! I jumped at the opening!
"So sometimes you don't wear them?" I said.
She colored deeply.
"No I don't"
I was surprised. I managed a mischievous smile. The words tumbled out of her mouth like a torrent from a waterfall.
"Please don't tell my husband! He is a deacon in the church. He would say I had succumbed to the devil's will!"
"I won't tell him"
"Please don't, she begged, I do it...I do it because it makes me feel sexy even though no one knows!"
The fear it her eyes was palpable. Gently, I placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not going to tell! But for the rest of the evening, whenever you see me looking at you, you will know I am thinking about you being here with no panties on!"
We didn't talk for the rest of the party but periodically I made a point of establishing eye contact with her and smiling! Her cheeks would flush. She smiled back!
A few weeks later her husband's church had a charity golf function. She was there helping sign in the players. She was wearing that same jean jumpsuit. She saw me, walked over gave me a little hug, a peck on the cheek and whispered in my ear:
"No panties"
I laughed and said something about having to take her word for it because I'd be on the golf course the rest of the day, probably getting MY pants beat off! We both laughed!
A couple of months went by. The phone rang. It was Mary's husband. He reminded me who he was. He was having computer problems. A mutual friend told him that I might be able to fix it. I explained that I was a semi-talented amateur. There were no guarantees! I went on to say I could come by the following evening. He asked if I could do it some other time. The 3rd game of the Boston Red Sox World Series was going to be on and he was a rabid Boston fan! I explained that I would be heading out on a business trip and even though I would be in and out of town, I would have no free time until early November. I explained that he didn't really need to be with me while I took a look. He said great! The TV was downstairs in the family room and the PC was upstairs in his office!
It was a beautiful Fall evening. I parked on the street and walked up the drive. The house was an older tri level. Mary opened the door. She was wearing a kimono-style house dress. It was obvious that she had no bra under it. Her breasts moved gently as she stepped back from the door to allow me to enter.
Her husband bolted up the stairs from the lower level media room. We exchanged some perfunctory pleasantries. From my vantage point in the foyer, I could see into the kitchen. The living room/dining room was off to my right. To my left were stairs leading up.
It was obvious he was anxious to get back to the baseball game. He took me to the PC, handed me a beer and took off to watch the game. As I began troubleshooting the computer, Mary walked in.
"Would it be ok if I watched", she asked shyly
"Certainly" I said
She pulled up a chair next to me. Each time she leaned over to see what I was doing, I could see those full breasts hanging! It was damn distracting!
"Look I'll never get finished here if you keep leaning over like that."
"Ok, I'll let you do your work! She giggled.
As she walked out of the office, she looked back, grinned and whispered:
"By the way, I don't have on any panties!"
I looked at the ceiling and promised myself that I was NOT going to fuck this man's wife. And for sure not in his house while he was downstairs!! While I worked on the computer, Mary came to the door again. She leaned against the door sill. I turned to speak and noticed that with the light behind her, I could see through the kimono!
