Lars
"Who's the hunk?" my 42 yr old wife asked.
"That's Lars,"I said.
"Lars as in Scandinavia?" she asked.
"Lars is Danish. He works for the water softener company. The first Saturday of each month he puts 50 lbs of salt into the brine tank in the basement. He is here at 10AM, like clockwork each month."
Lars was a hunk. He was about 6'3" weighed around 215lbs and had blond hair, blue eyes and a friendly face. His biceps were about the size of my thigh and his waist was also about the size of my thigh.
"Really, like clockwork. Hmmm. I have to meet this Lars."
My wife Beth had just returned from forced overtime as a receptionist at a prestigious law firm.
She was average height and perhaps about 8 lbs more than when she ran sprints in college. She continued to jog at least 3 times a week. She has wonderful legs, a firm butt and a 36C chest. Dark brown hair to her shoulder, green sparkling eyes and a full sexy mouth.
She was dressed in a white satin blouse two buttons undone, a green skirt worn three inches above her knee and black heels. Her hair and makeup were always carefully attended to. She was a striking woman and immediately affable. The law firm knew what they were doing. Clients loved her. And she was paid very well.
As she opened the door to head out to meet Lars, she unbuttoned the third button of her blouse. You see, Beth is a tease and always has been. But she never lets men cross the line. She lets no male touch her other than me. She loves me very much and knows her little prick teasing turns me on.
She walked out to Lars with her hand out and Lars raised his hand to shake and she grabbed it with both her hands and held it longer than was necessary. They were both smiling and laughing and Beth reach down with one hand to scratch an imaginary itch on her knee which gave Lars an eyeful of breasts. That's my girl! She waved to Lars and turned around to return to the house. Lars watched her ass for a while as she walked and then hefted the 50 lb bag of salt over his shoulder like it was full of feathers and walked through the garage down the garage stairs to the basement.
That was March. Over the next month, I concocted a plan to get Lars even more infatuated with Beth. I am the Technology Director for the State University and have always enjoyed tinkering with tech gadgets.
The layout of the wash area of our basement is washer on the wall, then dryer, then dirty laundry bin, then drying rack. Next to the drying rack is the brine tank and finally the water softener. I installed three small security cameras in the basements that covered all of the area. I could watch and record everything going on in the basement on my phone.
April came and Lars was right on time. Beth had been expecting him and was working in the garden. She was wearing a lightweight sweatshirt, no bra and jeans. She didn't even try to hide the no bra look from me when we had breakfast. Beth ran over to Lars with her boobs rumbling and the two smiled and talked for a while and then Beth turned to go back to the garden. She stopped and turned to give Lars a quick wave and I saw her nipples were big as gum drops.
Lars headed to the garage and went down the stairs to the basement. I had laid out Beth's garter belt and a pair of black hose on the drying rack. Lars stopped for a moment, put the bag of salt down and picked up the nylons. He rubbed them for a moment then put them down. He then poured the salt in the brine tank and left. I chose the camera with the best angle and saved the recording.
The first Saturday in May came and Beth was in the yard stretching before going out jogging. She had on a bandau top and little running shorts like you see the Olympic runners use. The shorts were so skimpy you could almost see her entire ass. Lars drove up as Beth was stretched out one leg well in front of her. Half her ass was showing and the material of the shorts was so thin I could tell she was wearing a thong. She stood up and smiled at Lars and the little top was hugging her gorgeous tits. They chit chatted for a while then she ran down out driveway with Lars watching until she was out of view.
Lars made his way down to the basement. I had put Beth's Peek a Boo bra on the drying rack. So called because the bra had little holes where the nipples could pop out. Lars grabbed it and put his fingers in the holes and then brought his mouth close and made a sucking sound. He put the bra back and poured the salt in the tank and left. I was beginning to feel like a major perv but I knew I was driving Lars crazy. I saved the file and thought about what I could do next month.
June came and Beth was waiting for Lars with tight fitting slacks and a beige blouse. She was wearing one of her French demi bras which tended to elevate her boobs. As he drove in she was bending over to tend to some flowers. He ass looked incredible. The slacks grabbed her butt checks like lustful hands She stood up holding some flowers and walked over to greet Lars. They were all smiles and giggles. Beth then gave Lars a flower! Oh, how cute, I thought. Lars pretended to be surprised and reached out a hand which was enroute to her shoulder. Beth backed up and made her hand into a STOP signal. She smiled and turned around and returned to the garden and her flowers. Lars took in her ass for a few moments before heading down to the basement. It was just like Beth. Look but don't touch. Let me drive you wild and punish you with resistance.
This month I had placed two of her thongs on the drying rack. Lars emptied the salt in the tank and then picked up one of the thongs. The pink one with frilly lace on the edges. He drew it close to his mouth and began a licking motion with his tongue. He put it down and picked up the other one which was virtually see through. He rubbed it lightly. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Then he put it down and left.
Poor Lars. I've really got him going.
Now July. Beth was lying on a chaise outside wearing a string bikini she hadn't worn in years except in bed during one of our favorite sexual fantasy sessions. About ten years ago we vacationed in Cancun. Another couple, Anthony and Clairese, a black couple, were at the same hotel as us. One day, I was getting my swimming trunks on and I looked out the window and saw Beth lying on her back on a chaise beside the pool. I saw Anthony walk up to her and begin talking. She then turned over briefly on to her stomach. I headed down the elevator and by the time I came out she was lying on her back again. Anthony saw me approaching and went back to where he was sitting at the end of the pool. "What was that about?"I asked.
"Anthony was ravishing my body with his eyes." she said.
"What was he saying to you?"
"He told me I had nice breasts."
"Really? He said that?" I was getting upset.
"Yes and then he looked at the thong and said 'You shave down there, don't you' and I said I do."
"This is unreal." I said.
"Then he said he wanted to see the other side so I turned over and he said my ass was very nice. And that's when you came over and he left."
"What did you think of all this?" I asked.
"Oh I was just looking at the size of his cock in his swim suit."
The situation pissed me off but also made me hot. When we got back home I bought a black cock dildo for Beth. She would lie on the bed in her string bikini and lick the dildo while I sucked her nipples.
I would work my way down her body and lick her pussy while I watched her. "Do you want to watch me suck this big black cock while you fuck me?" she purred. I put my arms under her knees and began fucking her hard watching her move the dildo in and out of her mouth. It was very erotic. We played that fantasy often throughout the year. One night when I told her I was going to cum she said "So is he" and she took the dildo out of her mouth and put it my mouth. I exploded!
