It was a week later, when the couple had settled down for the evening, that the phone rang. Jean had been waiting to hear from the boys but they hadn't called. It was the tutor – with a story that he happened to be in the area and would it be a good idea if he called round. She consulted George, and although he had been looking forward to a quiet evening, something stirred in him and he told Jean it was her choice. "Come round," she said down the phone. After a short conversation she hung up. "You said "yes" a lot of times," commented George.
"He asked if you was in and was I sure it was OK to call. He has been building up the courage to phone. He wondered whether my invitation was genuine or not," she explained. They both decided a stiff drink was needed while they waited for their visitor. George wondered why Jean, who had just come out of the shower hadn't gone to change into something sexy – though he didn't ask her. She was wearing a modest loose knitted top and a plain pleated skirt. Very middle aged and suburban – not sexy at all.
The doorbell rang and Jean welcomed in her guest. It was obvious that he too was disappointed with her attire. He was actually wondering if he had misread the signals. She introduced George and the man went to great trouble to explain he was only here to inquire about the efforts of his pupils with the garden. Jean smiled and offered him a drink – he accepted a small whiskey with water because he was driving. It was all very formal and awkward – the man rattled on about the garden. Jean suddenly interrupted him, "You don't have to pretend why you're here, sit down with your drink and relax for a while. You're here because of what you saw in the library and park – not the garden."
The man, who by now they knew as Trevor, was confused and glanced at George when Jean was being so blunt and honest. Jean tried to put him at ease. "I'm hoping the boy's will come back soon to finish what we started." Trevor didn't know how to answer that.
Jean made small talk with George joining in and Trevor became a little more relaxed. Trevor told them about life as a teacher at the college and the conversation turned to music.
"So what sort of music do you like Trevor?" asked Jean. Trevor looked amazed, for as she asked the question her hand had travelled up her inner thigh and stayed on her groin. Trevor could detect small rotating movements under the pleated skirt. George too now felt a stirring in his loins. He tried his best to answer; his eyes focused on her midriff. Jean very slowly slid her skirt up over her thighs to expose her panties and carried on massaging her inner thighs with both hands.
"This is what you came to see, isn't it?" she said gently. "So go on – tell me what music you like." Trevor tried his best and stammered along. Suddenly he spoke up.
"Sorry – I'm not used to looking at something like this when the husband is here as well."
Jean reassured him, "It's OK, there's no problem. Is there not George?"
Her husband replied with a definite "No"
Trevor looked between Jean's legs as she slid her hand down the top of her panties and stroked herself. "Would you prefer if I took them off Trevor?" she asked seductively.
"It would be nice if you took your top off." Trevor was becoming more confident with the situation. Jean very slowly pulled her top over her head. Sitting back in the chair she carried on stroking her cunt.
"Let me watch you too Trevor, play with your dick for me."
Trevor, nervous again, glanced at George sat across the room and was surprised to see the man already had his very hard penis in his hand. He looked back at Jean as he unzipped himself and pulled out his own weapon. "Very nice!" cooed Jean. They sat quietly, watching each other masturbating themselves – it was most erotic – a married couple - and a stranger they hardly knew.
"Get undressed," said Jean to Trevor. She raised her knees and hooked her leg over the arm of the seat blatantly exposing her-self. Both her lower orifices opened up to the view of the men. George's heart pounded as he watched his wife's lewd behaviour. "I want you to fuck me while my husband watches," she said quietly. "Give me your cock." The tutor obliged – it was a pleasurable evening for all.
George, one day, came home from his walk to the shops and called out for his wife. He heard her call from upstairs and went up to speak to her. As he entered the bedroom the sight of Jean dressing greeted him. She was stood in very sexy alluring underwear with nylon stockings held up by traditional suspender belt. It was an outfit more suited to a younger woman but Jean could still carry it off fine. As she completed her attire with a very short tartan kilt George wondered why, in the early afternoon she had changed into such provocative clothes. Jean tucked her very tight white tee shirt into the skirts' waistband and, smoothing out the lumps checked her profile in the mirror.
Turning toward George she pushed out her breasts emphasising how low cut it was and the amazing amount of cleavage that was on show. George felt a stirring in his groin.
"How come you've changed again – are you going out?"
"No," she answered, "We have visitors – thought I'd make myself look a bit tidier."
George looked perplexed then, by way of explanation his wife nodded toward the rear bedroom window. George walked and gazed down into the back garden. Four youths were busy with tools attacking his flowerbeds.
"The tutor arranged for them to come – a little gardening project for them. They aren't the same ones that came before – different boys."
In other words, thought George, they might be in for a few surprises. He reflected on his wife's explanation for getting changed – to look tidier. By changing into sexy underwear and revealing clothes? Clearly she wasn't going out to help them do any gardening.
"Do you want to instruct them on what changes you want?" asked his wife.
"No," answered George, "You know what we want. I'll keep out of the way – I'll let you deal with them. I expect they have their own ideas – that was part of the arrangement wasn't it – experience in planning and design for them – and we get a new look garden. No, I'll just watch through the window every now and again – to see how things develop."
He knew, and so did she, that he probably wasn't just talking about garden design.
"I won't mention that you're home then – so that they won't want to worry you with a boring discussion about detail?" Jean asked.
George smiled and nodded in agreement – but said nothing. He followed his wife downstairs and watched her move about the house. Her breasts swayed as she moved and George noticed how her nipples had become prominently visible through the thin material. When she bent low his cock sprang to attention. Would the sight be too much for unsuspecting youths, he wondered? From a woman old enough to be their mother?
There was expectancy – a sort of charged atmosphere of sexual anticipation. Jean was about to play her favourite game.
"I'll go and see how they are getting on," said Jean. George excused himself telling her he had something to do upstairs – he went to the back window.
Jean opened the patio door and stepped out. The boys were at the far end of the garden and didn't notice her observing them. She quietly strolled down the little path and waited for them to realise she was there. When they did they all did a double take – such a short skirt and show of cleavage was something they were certainly not expecting.
Jean engaged them in conversation and enquired on how they were progressing. The boys answered as best they could whilst focusing between her breasts and thighs. Jean eventually smiled and telling them she would bring them a drink later she carried on inspecting her garden. She was conscious that all eyes were still on her when, after walking a few yards past them she hesitated in front of a small shrub.
From the upstairs window George looked down and saw his wife stop with her back to the boys. All work had stopped and the boys stood and stared at Jeans' rear. Very slowly she bent forward to inspect the plant; her knees bent just a little. She knew just how far to bend, how much to push her bottom out – how much her skirt would ride up. A little further down she went and as she pushed her bottom out the boys were now able to see the bare flesh of her upper legs above her stocking tops.
George slowly pulled on his hard penis as he watched his wife expose herself in front of the boys, who were by now transfixed.
"Who said, "Life is boring when you are retired"" exclaimed George out loud. This was not only Jean's favourite game – it was also his too. As he spoke Jean went just that little more lower and gave the boys a glimpse of panties. Suddenly straightening herself up she turned and stepped back toward them. Smiling she asked, "Do you have a list of the plants you intend changing?"
She didn't really listen to the answer – she was busy checking for telltale bulges at the front of their pants. They were, as she expected, very prominent. Jean's nipple's had also become prominent – a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the boys. She stood and chatted for a while giving them time to take in the sight, enjoying their eyes on her cleavage.
"You can come into the kitchen later for some refreshment," she offered.
The boys' eyes lit up as they echoed a "Yes please!"
Turning away, she carried on inspecting the garden, conscious that the boys were waiting in anticipation of her bending down again. George watched from the window as, for several minutes his wife wandered to and fro in the garden, the boys' following her every move. When she finally moved back indoors George saw that the boys where in animated conversation – clearly, they weren't discussing plants. Jean had aroused their interest – and aroused herself into the bargain.
Although the boys worked hard over the next hour their enthusiasm for gardening had diminished somewhat. George had returned downstairs when his wife called him and asked if he wanted a coffee. He sipped the drink until Jean asked, "Shall I call the boys in for a break or shall I take a drink out to them?"
George smiled, "Whatever you think best."
Jean knew that outside George would be able to watch her from the window unnoticed while in the kitchen his opportunities would be limited. On the other hand, being inside gave her more scope. She was giving her husband the choice.
"I'd like to invite them in," she said.
"That's OK," answered George approvingly. "I'll go back upstairs."
He refilled his coffee mug and kissed his wife on the cheek – she felt his hardness against her thigh. Before he left the room George stepped back and slid her skirt up her thighs. He wanted to commit to memory the view that he hoped the boys were about to see.
A moment later Jean stood at the door and called out to the workers. "There are some refreshments in the kitchen if you'd like to come in."
