Aline and My Colleague

This is a continuation of my first story Aline and My Colleague. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part. Please get inside Aline's naughty head.

When Aline told me what had happened with Didier the night I helped out my brother, I must admit that I was overwhelmed by a series of sometimes conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I had to admit that my wife's exhibitionism knew no (or very few) limits. She had completely exposed herself to my colleague, still a virgin, urging him to fondle her, suck her nipples, caress her genitals and stimulate her clitoris. She almost asked him to fuck her. I admit I felt a twinge of jealousy, which was a blow to my male ego. But on the other hand, the whole thing really turned me on. I imagined Didier being confronted with Aline's devilish mind (and devilish body), and I imagined his confusion and clumsiness. Paradoxically, I was glad that Aline had shaken him out of his morbid shyness and opened up to him. That evening, despite my tiredness, our lovemaking was quite passionate and I even suggested to Aline that she should cultivate her exhibitionism for Didier's benefit in order to spice up our sex life, to which she readilly agreed. But the next day and the day after that, Didier didn't show up at the office. I finally phoned him to ask how he was. The conversation went like this:

- Hi Didier, I haven't seen you for two days. Are you ill? Nothing serious, I hope.

- No, Olivier, I'm fine. A touch of tiredness, no doubt. I haven't had any energy the last few days.

- Could it have something to do with your visit here the day before yesterday? Aline told me everything.

- Yes, Olivier, I admit I was afraid to meet you, and I still am...

- Listen, Didier, I know everything and I'm not the least bit angry about it. It's not your fault.

- What do you mean? I was rude to Aline and I betrayed your trust.

- It's not your fault, I know Aline, she's a tease and a closet exhibitionist. She brought it on herself. And just to show you that we're not angry, we're inviting you to the house tonight, as long as you bring a bottle of wine.

- Oh, thank you, I'm relieved, but I'm still terribly sorry...

When Didier rang the doorbell at eight o'clock, Aline embraced him like a brother... or almost. For the occasion, and after discussing it with me, she had put on a loose, slightly see-through top and SpongeBob shorts, which were also very baggy. We'd decided to let things run their course and see where they took the three of us. In such an outfit it was impossible to take your eyes off her areolas, which were clearly visible under the thin fabric of the top. When she bent over (and she often did so facing Didier), her breasts were perfectly visible and the icing on the cake was that when she sat opposite my colleague, he had an almost total view of her pussy. He could see every detail thanks to the gaping opening in her shorts.

Didier still looked a little confused and embarrassed, but he relaxed when Aline bluntly asked him if he still liked her pussy. He stammered that it was still just as pretty. And later that evening, when Aline took off her top on the pretext that it was a bit hot, Didier didn't complain. Nothing else happened, no caressing or touching, but in the end Didier was able to enjoy Aline's breasts and her pussy, exposed by the baggy shorts, for two hours. Around ten o'clock Didier left us and Aline, half naked, gave him a big hug.

The following week, I asked Didier to take Aline shopping on a Saturday, as I wanted to use the weekend to visit my father in Haute-Savoie and do some work on his house.

Aline readily agreed, as it would give her another opportunity to show off in front of my colleague, and she had no shortage of ideas on the subject. Didier, of course, accepted without the slightest hesitation and, according to Aline, was much more eloquent than usual. After the basics (food and household products), Aline wanted to go shopping for clothes (her little weakness). She wanted to get Didier's opinion on her choice of clothes. Aline picked out a whole range of little tops and short skirts and asked my colleague to stand in front of one of the changing rooms. This gave him several glimpses of her tits, because of course she wasn't wearing a bra.

When she tried on an ultra-short skirt, she even decided that her thong was too revealing and she took it off. That's the ABC of exhibitionism, according to Aline. When asked for his opinion, Didier replied that everything she had chosen suited her perfectly, and after paying for her purchases, she and Didier went for a drink in a nearby café. Aline then headed for the toilet to put on one of the small tops (no bra) and the short skirt she had just bought for the trip home (still no panties). In the car, she sat with her legs wide apart so that Didier could have a bird's eye view of her little golden apricot. When they pulled up in front of our house, Aline took Didier's hand and put it on her wet pussy, letting him plough her slit and stroke her clit for a few minutes. She told me that Didier's technique was far from perfect, but that he was definitely improving.

Aline's attentions to Didier soon seemed to bear fruit, as I found him chatting to a cute little brunette from the office, Julie, something that would have been unthinkable a few weeks ago. He seemed more relaxed and smiling than usual and I began to joke with him about his "girlfriend".

When he came back to the house with a bottle to enjoy, Aline and I teased him again about Julie. He admitted that he had a bit of a crush on her, that he talked to her from time to time and that he really wanted to woo her and take her out to dinner.

But although Aline had helped him to be more confident, he still didn't know how to go about it and was afraid of making a fool of himself. Aline told him that the problem was twofold. On the one hand, he had to be polite enough to interest Julie and get her to accept his requests. On the other hand, from a sexual point of view, he had to improve his technique so that she would feel permanently attached to him. She didn't hide the fact that it was a big challenge, but that he could do it. In fact, she was determined to help him right now. This time Aline wore 'normal' clothes and asked him to address her as if she were Julie. Could he ask her to go to the cinema? Invite her to a restaurant? What topics could he discuss with her? We went through the do's and don'ts together, and after an hour of trial and error, Didier was less awkward. If he followed our advice, it seemed possible, even likely, that Julie would accept his invitations. There was still the technical part, perhaps the most difficult. We had a lot of work to do for the next interview, but in the meantime Didier could already take the 'theoretical licence' with Julie. In other words, approach the game and lure it (Julie) into the trap.

The following Tuesday, Didier told me that he'd asked Julie to go to the cinema with him (as recommended, he'd left her to choose the film, a romantic one). She had agreed and the date was set for the following Saturday. We suggested that he come to our house on Wednesday for a dress rehearsal.

When he arrived, I asked him to sit on the big sofa next to Aline, facing the television. For the occasion, Aline had exceptionally worn underwear (although she prefers not to), but we had assumed that Julie was rather conservative. We had dimmed the lights and after about ten minutes I suggested that he put his hand close to Aline's (sorry, Julie's) and try the crucial move: taking her hand in his. Everything went perfectly and soon their fingers were intertwined. Five minutes later, we suggested that he put his arm around Aline's shoulders. He did so without hesitation. The next step was more delicate: he had to caress her breasts gently, without appearing to do so. We advised him not to rush into anything and to retreat if the fight went badly. He moved from her shoulder to Julie-Aline's breasts and began to caress them over her blouse. The first time, he did it a little too roughly and Aline asked him to do it again, advising him to be more gentle. This time he did it better and Aline gave him an 8.We told him that if he got this result on the first date, he should leave it at that and propose a new one...

After a short break, during which we enjoyed the wine that Didier had brought, I suggested that we start the Julie 2.0 plan. We felt that if he had managed to touch Julie's breasts, he definitely was on the right track and anything was possible. Back on the sofa, rehearsal of the previous steps and the final step to success...

Didier took Aline's hand brilliantly, draped his arm correctly over her shoulders and felt her left breast perfectly. Aline let him kiss her and, according to her, he wasn't too bad.. But kissing is an art.

The final test was to try to get under the girl's skirt. A crucial moment.

Didier seemed to be in great form that day, but the rascal asked to go over the basics (the hand, the shoulder, the chest) one last time before tackling the trickiest part. He asked Aline to go over the kiss again, and this time Aline told me that Didier had just been great. Mmmm. She told him that after a kiss like that, Julie was ready for anything.

Looking me in the eye, Didier seemed to ask me if he should continue, which meant putting his hand up Julie-Aline's skirt.

I advised Didier not to be offended if the object of his desire pretended to reject his advances. Girls, I told him, don't like to give in too quickly, it's a question of ego. You have to attack again if it doesn't work.

So Didier began to caress Aline's thigh through the thin fabric of her skirt. When he noticed that he didn't meet with any resistance, he tried to put his hand under the skirt, but Aline was mischievous and pushed his wandering hand away.

A second attempt five minutes later also failed.

Didier then changed tactics and kissed Aline, which worked very well this time too. Proud of having consolidated his position, Didier went on the attack again, this time successfully.

He quickly reached the edge of Aline's thong and positioned himself. First he lingered on the wetness through the panties, then he ran his hand under the tiny piece of underwear. He was now on familiar territory, having experienced the area twice before, and knew all about the geography of Aline's pussy. He did it so well that Aline began to gasp and squeal with pleasure. The test was clearly a success, but Aline didn't want to end it too soon.

It remained to be seen how Didier would put this into practice with Julie. We couldn't wait to find out.

A few days later, Didier told me, with a big smile on his face, that the date had gone very well, although he'd only managed to get Julie's hand in his and a chaste kiss on the lips. Nevertheless, he had proposed another film session, which Julie accepted.

We didn't see him at our place the following weekend, but he phoned to say that everything had gone well: he'd put his arm around Julie's waist and they'd kissed for a long time. Didier was over the moon and thanked us for our advice. He had even offered to take Julie to a theme park (a strange idea, but why not?).

We both saw Didier again the following weekend. Since he had phoned to warn us, Aline had prepared for his visit by wearing a simple, almost transparent nightdress, with only the top on, of course. She wanted to use this opportunity to show my colleague her charms again and try to put an end to his shyness. The way she sat on the sofa left no doubt as to her intentions.

As soon as he arrived, Didier looked completely changed (the Julie effect, no doubt) and very cheerful. He seemed to think that Aline's near-nudity was perfectly normal. While enjoying the excellent Jura wine he'd brought us, he told us about their visit to the theme park. When the ghost train started its mad ascent, he fondled Julie's breasts and she yielded to his assaults. So much so that they repeated the experience three times. He'd felt so powerful that before dropping Julie off, he'd tried to explore the secrets under her skirt and almost succeeded. Almost...

Although Julie was now the object of all his desires, it was obvious that Didier was not indifferent to Aline's charms. How could he be when her outfit hid absolutely nothing of her intimacy? Her tits were perfectly visible under the nightdress, and what about her pussy? Her lips were spread in a corolla, like a pretty butterfly of flesh.

At my express request, Aline saw Didier again a fortnight later. Although Didier had seemed much more confident since he had started seeing Julie, he had recently suffered a sudden and nasty relapse that I couldn't explain since Julie had been very kind to him in the office. What was going on in our friend's mind? He seemed a little depressed and answered all my questions vaguely... I don't know if Aline was the best person to hear his confession, but there was a certain complicity between them. So I gave in to my intuition and asked Aline to look after him, just the two of them. But Aline asked me how far she could go with him and I told her I didn't know, but that above all she had to listen to her heart. I gave her free rein for a few hours while I went to see a film, and then I'd texther before I went home.

When I got home, Didier was gone and Aline was smiling at me. I expected to find her almost naked as usual, but she was wearing a pretty black lace dress with stockings of the same colour. Very sexy. There was no bra, of course, and the black stockings were held up by a lovely garter belt that framed her waxed pussy beautifully. It was in this outfit that she had received Didier. He looked depressed and not even Aline's hug had managed to change his mood. Aline had asked him whether there was a problem. And she had jokingly asked him if he had missed her pussy when she had lifted her dress for him.

Aline's pussy was a real invitation and Didier was obviously not insensitive but he only smiled briefly at the joke. He had finally admitted that he was totally in love with Julie, that she seemed to care about him too, but that he was afraid of not being up to the task. Aline assured him that he was doing really well now, that his kisses and caresses were exquisite. She added that he had even managed to give her an orgasm during their tests. But then he stammered: that his problem was that he had never made love to a girl before and he was afraid that he would not be able to do it with Julie. Aline told me that she was torn between two thoughts: either Didier was completely sincere, or it was just a cheap trick to have sex with her.

So she asked him if he was not just trying to fuck her, which would be shameful. Didier was embarrassed but mumbled that Aline had been so kind to him and that he only thought she could help him again. He asked her to forgive him if he had offended her. Aline replied that she was very happy to help him and that she was glad it had given him more confidence, adding that he must have noticed that she was an exhibitionist first and foremost, and that even if she got a lot of pleasure from his caresses, she didn't expect anyone to fuck her, except Olivier. Didier apologized again, saying not to hold that against him. Aline thought for a moment and said, that all that had happened between them had nothing to do with sex, it was purely technical and educational, she hoped he could understand that. Didier nodded but he was still embarrassed and depressed.

After a while, she said that if he was reasonable, she prepared to go a little further and give him some explanations on how to make love. Of course, it was a sexual act normally reserved for Olivier, so Didier would only get a small taste of it. Didier couldn't believe his luck and was ready for anything Aline wanted to offer him. She asked him to pull down his trousers and release the Beast. She then told me that Didier's cock was quite impressive, a little longer than mine and especially thick (damn...) She sat down on the sofa, raised her legs and asked Didier to bring his penis close to her pussy. She urged him to put his glans against the lips of her sex. To make love to Julie properly, he would just have to put his whole penis in her vagina, going back and forth, and she was sure he would have no problem doing that.

Just when she thought she would stop there, the pressure of Didier's glans against her swollen lips made her head spin a little and she asked him to insert a small part of it just to feel the difference. It was so pleasurable, according to Aline, that she prompted him to insert the whole glans, which Didier didn't mind at all. At this point she could clearly feel Didier's burning desire to go further and she herself was beginning to find some pleasure in this slow introduction. So far it had been educational, but it was beginning to take a sexual turn. Didier asked her if he should continue inserting his tool and Aline said yes. And she admitted to me that she then asked Didier to fuck her thoroughly. Which he did, and she hoped it wouldn't make me angry.

Well, it's true that I was expecting this outcome, but I put on a brave face and said I was happy for my workmate Didier. It was a very passionate evening for both of us, with an exchange of erotic fantasies and positive thoughts.

The conclusion of this story is that Julie and Didier have started a relationship and seem to be living a real fairy tale. Julie is very sweet and Didier is much more mature than he was in the beginning. He has a real adoration for Aline.

As for Aline, she's happy to have helped Didier, of whom she wasn't a big fan at first. She was able to indulge her exhibitionist tendencies (a little) and even enjoyed being fondled and eventually fucked by my colleague.

For my part, I have adopted a decidedly altruistic attitude to the whole affair. I'm really glad that Didier was finally able to shake off his shyness and find a girl.