Shelia turned on the TV and sat on the sofa with a glass of wine after changing from her work clothes to wait for her husband to come home. He often stopped after work with a couple of his co-workers for a drink, but rarely took more than an hour.
She sat on the sofa wearing her comfortable, if a bit ragged nightgown. It was old and a bit thin in places, but it was not for the casual observer. She planned on changing before her husband got home into her normal wear—still a nightgown, but one that was newer and without holes in it. She refused to throw this one out since nothing else was as soft and allowed her to be as close to bare as she dare.
Her husband, Jim, has seen her in this before and she loved the expression on his face when she still had it on. She never left it on for long and quickly changed into something else, but the nights he saw her in it were always special. She was careful not to over use this trick, but it was one of the reasons she liked wearing this nightgown.
She heard the key in the door and thought that maybe Jim hadn't stopped off for his normal drink with his buddies. She turned off the TV and got up to greet her husband.
He walked through the door laughing apparently in a very good mood followed by two men Shelia did not recognize.
"Wow!" said the first man, "You did not exaggerate Jim. You wife is gorgeous."
The second man entered and now two strange men were eyeing her up and down. Shelia stood frozen in place due to the surprised visitors.
"You are one lucky man, Jim. She is more beautiful than you said." The second man said.
Jim finally spoke up, "Honey, these are my co-workers that I normally have a drink with after work. I've been telling them how beautiful you are for weeks and they have been pressuring me to let them meet you. This is Bill and this is Pete."
"Hi," said Bill, reaching out a hand to shake hers. "Jim's description does not do you justice you are far more lovely than he said."
"Hello," Said Pete," I agree and I can see why he keeps you locked away."
Shelia's head spun with all the compliments, as she shook each of their hands. They both mover closer to her as if hinting for a more physical contact. She considered hugging them, and then realized her state of undress. She hurried into the bedroom and grabbed her robe. She walked back into the living area as she was still slipping it on. Unconsciously she was still giving them a nice view of her body as she slowly tied the tie of her bathrobe.
Both men appeared disappointed at her change of attire, but continued to compliment her. She basked in the constant flow of flattery and allowed the men to stand much closer to her than her would have normally. Pete faced her and talked about the silkiness of her hair. He brushed her hair with his hand first very timidly and when she didn't stop him he fondled her hair between his fingers, gently pulling it. To her it felt like a massage, but not like any she'd had before.
Pete worked his way behind her massaging and caressing her hair and scalp. Bill took his position in front of her.
"You have lovely skin." He said as he softly moved one finger across the side of her face and onto her neck.
She raised her head allowing each man access to her neck, Pete on the back of her neck and Bill the side. The stroking was both gentle, yet firm. Men's hands are hard and muscular but when gentle their touch is arousing.
Bill moved his hands to the front of her neck and proceeded lower to her neckline. The first time his finger caressed under the neckline of her robe she arched her back. When he pulled her lapels open she disentangled herself and went over to the dining room table to sit near her husband. She took several minutes before she closed up her robe again.
"So, you guys all work together?" She asked trying to shift the subject from herself.
