Bob sat on his sofa, his TV was on but he wasn't taking too much notice of it. It was just noise in the background, while he scrolled through his phone. While doing so it started to ring. It was Dave, his son.
"Hey Dad, how are you doing?" Dave asked, "I was hoping you could do me a favour."
Bob asked what the favour was, and Dave asked if he could do some painting and decorating at their house. Bob agreed, it would relieve a little boredom if nothing else. Dave had bought it around six months ago, cheap as it needed a lot of work done to it. Dave had been renovating it himself, bit by bit, room by room, getting tradespeople in to do the jobs that he couldn't. Bob himself had been a painter and decorator for all of his working life, but after his wife passed away a couple of years ago he'd sold his small business for enough to keep him living comfortably.
"I'm at a work conference or I'd do it myself," Dave had told him.
Bob had replied that it was fine, it would be easier got him to do it and get done quicker as he could work on it all day rather than around work like Dave would have to. He already had a key, and after finding out his son would be out early on Monday morning, told him that he'd go around and measure up and see how much paint and wallpaper would be needed. Dave insisted on paying Bob for the materials and his time but Bob laughed and said it would be fine, it would give him something to do.
Although he only planned to scope out the job Bob had packed his boiler suit that he wore when painting, and as it was a hot morning he wore only shorts and an old t-shirt. He parked on the drive and let himself in, then set his bag down. Taking his notebook a pencil, and a measuring tape, he went up the stairs to where the room was that needed wallpapering.
When he got to the landing he thought he could hear talking from one of the other rooms, and peered through the half-open door. He saw Lucy, Dave's wife, sitting on a computer chair, facing a table with a laptop on it. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt and Bob noticed she had nylon-clad legs and black heels. He also noticed the dark bra under the sheer blouse.
He chuckled to himself. Lucy was a pleasant enough girl, quiet and unassuming but polite with him, but didn't initiate conversations. Bob couldn't remember if she'd ever started a conversation with him, he'd always been the one taking the lead. She was reasonably pretty in a plain sort of way, and always dressed down, usually in loose clothing to stop people looking at her. Bob looked again at the blouse, towards her bra, and wondered if she knew that whoever she was talking to could see it too, or was it just the light giving him that view?
"Hi Lucy, good morning," he called out.
Lucy ignored him, and he called out again, still getting no reply. She turned her head a little and he saw the ear-pods she was wearing, and chuckled again, realising why she hadn't answered. He listened for a few seconds, and it sounded like she was in some kind of meeting judging by what she was saying. He went and measured up and then when going to leave, popped his head around the door again, but Lucy was still talking.
"Hi Dad, how did it go today?" Dave asked when he phoned him later that night.
"Yes, productive day. I went and bought the wallpaper ready, and some paint, and should make a start tomorrow," Bob told him.
"Oh, by the way, Lucy was at home today," he continued.
"Oh was she?" Dave replied, "She does work from home sometimes, usually when she has online meetings. I leave her to it as she uses headphones that block out surrounding noise."
That explained the outfit Bob thought, and why she hadn't heard him at all. Although Dave had told him that, when he entered the house the next day he could hear her talking from upstairs as soon as he was through the front door. The bedroom door was most of the way open, and even though he saw that she had proper headphones on today, he still called out to say hello.
He shook his head at himself, of course, she wasn't going to answer. At least she had dressed a little better today, still nylon-clad legs but a full-length navy dress, not see-through like yesterday's top had been. He stood and watched for a few seconds to see if she noticed him, but when he realised she was engrossed in her conversation he took the paint into the next room, then went down to get the wallpaper. Once they were moved, he went down to the kitchen to make a drink.
"No, you know how things work," he heard her raised voice cry out, "You have to pay first if you want me to agree."
His mind whirred, wondering what was up, he could hear a little anger in her voice. He went up and peered through the door, but now she was smiling so he assumed things were okay. Bob started painting, doing the edges first, then heard her voice almost shouting now, so he went to check again.
As he stood in the doorway he heard her laptop ping, and she smiled. He couldn't see the screen properly as she blocked his view, but he stood transfixed as she undid the top two buttons on her dress. He heard her mutter something and the laptop pinged again. She undid another two buttons and then stood up. Bob noticed a mirror that allowed him to view her side-on, and he saw how the dress fell open at the front, and he gasped realising she wore no bra.
Lucy, his daughter-in-law, normally prim and proper, normally quiet, was showing her naked breasts to whoever was on the other end of the laptop. Even from his view, he could tell they were bigger than he'd given her credit for, and firmer too, seemingly not needing a bra to hold them up. She normally wore her hair up but not today, the almost white blonde tresses cascading down over her shoulders, her usual plain look transformed with just a little black eyeshadow and eyeliner to highlight her eyes, and lipstick that lit up her pale skin.
He watched as her hands moved over her nipples, and he heard her ask if it was enough to seal the deal. She giggled at whatever the answer had been, and as the laptop pinged once more she undid the rest of her buttons. Now the dress fell open, just the merest hint of her labia between her legs, not the slightest hint of any pubic hair showing as she continued to play with her nipples.
"If you want to, then you have to provide for me. The link is on the screen, everything is next-day delivery," he heard her say, "just order before 5 pm."
She started to turn and Bob turned away and softly moved back into the room next door, where he carried on with his painting. He heard Lucy pack up her laptop and then the sound of her shutting the front door as she left the house.
"Dave, what exactly is the work that Lucy does?" Bob asked his son that evening.
"Well she does a lot of admin, so she's always on her laptop. It's something to do with sales, that's all I know, she had to sign a disclosure to not talk about what they are working on," Dave answered.
Hmm. Bob wondered if there were many days like today maybe that's why she kept quiet. She'd certainly gone further than he'd expected to gain a sale anyway, but if it worked that so be it. Anyway, he'd got to get a view of her great body so he shouldn't complain. He found himself wishing he'd taken a few pictures while he had the chance, then chuckled and reminded himself that it was his daughter-in-law he was thinking about.
Even so, he was a little disappointed the following day when Lucy wasn't home, but at least it gave him the chance to get some painting done. He'd covered all the walls and had made a drink and took it back upstairs while the paint dried, then heard the front door open.
"Yes, just back now. Yes, I'll get it, I'll be with you in around five minutes," he heard her saying as she mounted the stairs.
He kept quiet while she walked around her bedroom, the sounds of drawers opening and the wardrobe being opened broke the silence. After a few minutes, he heard the ping of the laptop.
"Yeah, all good, it's gone through, ready then?" Lucy said.
Bob sneaked slowly across the landing, the door half open, this time he couldn't quite see the mirror but could see a headphone over one ear. He moved around the door slightly and gasped loudly, then froze. Lucy didn't hear him and turned around, the headphones blocking the sound of him out. He'd gasped because she stood in front of the laptop wearing a black nylon body stocking, almost all of her covered in sheer material. Not only that, but she stuck a realistic-looking dildo on the desk between herself and the laptop.
"Hmm, nice and thick, he might not fit in my mouth," Lucy purred.
Keeping her eyes on the laptop she bent and licked the end of the dildo, running her tongue around the tip, telling whoever was on the laptop that he tasted good.
"That's it, wank your cock into my mouth," Bob heard her say.
Her mouth slid down over the dildo, still keeping focus on the screen, and after around ten minutes she slid a hand down between her legs. She cried out as her orgasm flew through her body, then stood and smiled at the laptop.
"You want to go again? Ooh, further. You know how much that will cost, let me see your money baby," she giggled.
The laptop pinged shortly after and Lucy giggled again.
"No, hubby doesn't know, but that makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it? Especially if you imagine you're actually going to, imagine you're here with me," she said towards the screen.
She giggled again and Bob heard her ask where. He watched as she took the dildo from the desk and stuck it onto the chair behind her. The chair was wooden, with slats at the back, blocking the view a little but Bob could still see enough as Lucy lowered onto the dildo. She altered the screen of the laptop a little to face her better, then started to ride.
She groaned as the dildo slid into her, almost effortlessly, despite telling her willing viewer how much he stretched her, and how much bigger than her hubby he was. She pulled her nipples roughly, urging him on, her buttocks squashing against the seat with each thrust. She cried out loudly, unaware of a lurking presence, Bob now wanking his cock watching the scene play out in front of him. Absent-mindedly, he found himself, like the laptop viewer, wishing it was his cock that his son's wife was bouncing on.
"Oh, oh, are you done already?" he heard Lucy say.
She stopped dead, the dildo deep inside her still, and he heard her tell her laptop viewer that it was okay, he'd paid and if he was fulfilled then that was what he had paid for. The laptop pinged again and she told him now to worry, it didn't matter that she hadn't cum again, it was about him and not her, and she had to go now. As Bob moved away from the door he heard her tell someone that she could accommodate his request, but he'd need to buy the items from the link, and then be online in around 24 hours time, they'd both get a notification that they'd arrived.
Not knowing if she was about to continue he sneaked down the stairs and opened the door. He went to his van, picked up a couple of other tools, and went back and rang the doorbell. He jumped a little when Lucy answered the door, he'd expected her to still have the headphones on, but she stood before him wearing her dress again, looking a little dishevelled.
