I didn't really like him. I was familiar with him, sure, but I wouldn't say I liked him. He came off a bit too cocky for my taste, as if he had a need to make an impression or to establish himself among the other guys. Ken joined the company in late April, and I worked on a couple small projects with him as my trainee. Once his training series finished, it didn't take long for me to realize Ken started seeking out opportunities to work with me. At first it bothered me, but as I became more familiar with his intelligent quirkiness, I found we got along just fine. I did note, however that he would drop the cocky act when the other guys weren't around.
Before long he opened up about his personal life. He and his wife, Tina moved from California to make a change after he'd been laid off from a tech company that downsized. I thought it was a bit odd that he made a point to tell me that his wife had a fantastic ass and a wild side that kept their bedroom adventurous. According to Ken, all he had to do was hold on for the ride, which made me wonder if that was why he portrayed a cocky attitude around the other guys. I suppose he gave up control in the bedroom and needed to gain it elsewhere.
A couple weeks ago Tina dropped by our project to hand deliver Ken his lunch. Ken introduced me and I politely shook her hand. Her long, thin hand was exceptionally soft to the touch. She wore tight jeans that formed nicely to the ass Ken correctly described as fantastic. Her short boots lifted her slightly, and her tight black blouse hugged her well-shaped breasts tight enough to display an ample portion of her cleavage. Her dark hair was clipped behind her head, creating a faint illusion of an Egyptian Queen with her dark eyeliner drawn just beyond her eyelids. She was captivating, and by the way she looked at me, she knew it.
Ken stepped into the next room only for a moment to toss his lunch bag onto the table. Before he returned, Tina unabashedly traced her slow gaze down my form, stopping for a notable second on the front of my jeans. Lifting her eyes to mine, she said "I hope we can have you for dinner soon. Ken's told me a lot about you and I'd like to find out more for myself."
I was a bit stunned. Flattered. And yes, aroused by Tina's overt examination of my frame. "Yeah, I could do that. Just let me know when." I said.
Ken returned and told her he'd walk her back to her car. As she turned, knowing Ken couldn't see her face, she winked at me with a playful smile. I felt my face flush with warmth and my cock twitched behind my button fly 501's.
A few minutes later, Ken came back to eat. He told me she really liked me and hoped I'd come over for dinner on Friday. I accepted on the spot, of course.
Small talk returned as we ate lunch, and Ken said, out of the blue, that Tina told him she wouldn't kick me out of bed. He gave me a sideways glance that I honestly didn't know how to interpret, so I just smiled politely and changed the subject.
When Friday came, I grabbed a bottle of California Pinot Noir on my way to their house, which wasn't more than a couple miles from my place. Ken greeted me at the front door, and guided me toward the long table prepared with three place settings, tall white candles and spring flowers. Pink Floyd's The Wall played through some speakers hidden somewhere around the room. The smell of pasta fettuccini surrounded us as Tina emerged from the kitchen holding a skillet between two gloved hands. She wore an apron that wrapped tight around a mid-length summer dress, which reminded me of the 1950's stereotypical mom from television and advertisements of the day. When she tossed the apron to the side, I found that the yellow dress was covered by large, white flowers that were distorted by her breasts threatening to burst through the buttons. She looked very proper, even with her white heels on, as if she was playing a part for the evening.
The conversation was excellent, and dinner tasted amazing. The three of us shared two bottles of wine before the dinner finished, and I must say I felt pretty relaxed around them. Leaving the dishes on the table, we retired to the living room, and I found myself settled into a rather large leather chair. Only a minute into our new setting, Tina suddenly became seemingly impatient. A moment later Tina left the room and disappeared down a hallway. Ken looked at me with a smile and a shrug, which I translated into "I have no idea what she's up to".
Before long, Tina called out to us and asked if we could take a look at something for her. I followed Ken down the hall, and we entered their bedroom. Tina knelt down next to the short post of the heavy wooden footboard, her summer dress evenly laid around her as if posing for a photography session. The large king sized bed filled most of the small room, and I noticed several small candles burning on the corner night stands.
Ken moved around the bed, squeezing between the wall and the mattress, coming to rest near the end. He sat down on the bed and watched her with a strange intensity, not saying a word.
"Did you have something that needs looked at?" I asked. Suddenly realizing I was staring down at her full breasts pushing out of her dress. Two buttons had been released, giving me a full view of her warm skin barely held captive by a thin, sheer white bra.
"I absolutely do." She said without a smile. She held her hand up toward me, and I lightly grasped her thin fingers as she lifted herself to stand before me. Her closeness was intoxicating and startling at the same time. Her eyes pierced mine with an energy I could almost feel.
"Come this way," she said, leading me by the hand further into the room. Turning me to sit at the head of the bed, she pressed one hand against my chest and I allowed myself to sink back against the thick wooden headboard. Several large pillows held my back as she lifted my legs onto the mattress. She clearly had a commanding presence that I felt compelled to respond to.
"Ken told you I wouldn't kick you out of bed, right?" she asked as she sat down on the edge next to me. Her eyes continued to hold mine with an intensity I felt weak against.
I nodded. I could feel my blood suddenly warming and my arousal pressing against the jeans I wore.
"Good," she said. "Let's keep you here for a while." She traced two fingers down my chest, across my stomach and stopped on my swollen crotch. She looked at me with a sly smile. Her eyes playfully pouring their energy into my mind. Her hand pressing against my growing bulge made my heart race, and when I glanced over at Ken, he simply ignored me, taking in every visual detail of the situation.
I felt my jeans unbutton with practiced ease, and without hesitation Tina pulled my elastic waistband down with one hand, pulling my cock free with the other, leaving my testicles hidden beneath the waistband. I sat stunned at this sudden turn of events and I had no idea how to respond. Ken shifted his position to look around her, staring at my cock as it continued to grow in her warm hand.
What the hell is this?
I thought. Ken's features displayed a torrent of colliding emotions dancing between excitement, curiosity and jealousy as he watched his wife's thin hand squeeze my thickening shaft. Her fingers circled my girth, leaving her fingertips unable to touch without squeezing rather hard, which of course she did several times. She smiled as my cock lengthened for her, and with her other hand, she grasped the remaining length, leaving just the tip of my swollen head looking up at her hopefully.
"Well, hello big boy," she said with unbridled excitement. Her eyes filled with mischievousness. Her mouth twisted into a smirk as if we shared a secret. "I think we both need to get comfortable."
Tina squeezed with both hands for a moment before releasing me. We worked together to pull my jeans off, followed by my shirt. I momentarily thought about resisting except that the path this was taking was becoming clearer with every passing moment. In less than a minute, I reposed on Ken and Tina's bed, completely naked as the two looked at my body, and particularly my erection. Ken didn't move or say a word. He just assumed a voyeuristic roll and kept his distance.
Tina dropped her summer dress to the floor, leaving her heels on. Her sheer white bra showed her pink nipples through the fabric, and her matching panties displayed a thin crevice completely free of hair. Her legs were beautifully shaped, and seeing that I unquestioningly admired her, she turned in a slow circle as if on display.
"I'm glad you like," she said, nodding down to my cock that started a slow throbbing rhythm as if wanting to reach out to her.
"Definitely," I said.