Part 5 -- Everyone involved is of legal age. My wife has some fun with a young man -- and I enjoy watching. You may want to read the earlier parts first. Or not.
*****
Rory is the son of one of Tishy's old schoolfriends, Nancy. His never knew his dad, and Nancy brought him up all by himself, as an only child. He has a part-time job repairing laptops for a local computer shop -- I guess you could say he's a typical computer nerd.
About a year ago, Nancy got a new boyfriend, and Rory was rather neglected -- I don't think he really liked the new arrangement. Eventually Nancy went off to live with the boyfriend in his flat in Glasgow, and Rory was left to fend for himself.
I felt rather sorry for him, and we tried try to help him out a bit. He started mowing our lawns, and doing odd bits of decorating around the house -- and we all started to get to know each other quite well.
Rory is shy, tall and rather scrawny, has only a few friends and as far as we know, hasn't or doesn't have a girlfriend. My guess is that he spends most of his spare time playing computer games and watching porn, like many lads his age.
Now Tishy has a bit of a soft spot for Rory, and mothers him at times. Sometimes she bakes for him, and he comes over just to hang around and chat. It was clear of course that Rory rather likes being around Tishy -- perhaps he sees her as a substitute mum, or perhaps he just enjoys the way her breasts move under her top.
When Rory comes over, Tishy would usually just be wearing her usual scruffy indoor clothes -- typically jeans and loose top. When she doesn't wear a bra indoors, it's pretty obvious from the way her tits move and sway as she walks or bends over.
I've seen Rory looking at her chest many times and know he's keenly aware when her beautiful tits are swinging free. They're really difficult to ignore, especially for a boy his age. My guess is that when he gets home he jerks off thinking of my wife's gorgeous knockers -- I know I would!
Since the first evening with Richard, Tishy had been having a bit more fun with Rory. Sometimes she wore a tight top, so that her nipples were clearly visible. Or a blouse with a few buttons undone -- sometimes with a lacy bra, sometimes without. At first he seemed embarrassed -- you could see him blush like a girl -- but after a while he got used to it.
One particularly warm afternoon she answered the door wearing just a bra and skirt. It was a nice lacy white bra, not too revealing, only just covering the tops of her nipples. Rory didn't know what to say, but she acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world -- "Come in dear, I was about to take the biscuits out of the oven. I think Jim's out on the patio. It's so hot today." She was very good.
When she came to join us with biscuits and juice, she still hadn't covered up. Rory couldn't take his eyes off the bra -- or tits -- it was hard to say which! Eventually he had to go to the bathroom.
"I see you're having some fun with Rory," I said.
"How did you guess?" she said, fondling one of her breasts in her hand, squeezing it to harden the nipple. "I just reckon he could do with a bit of fun -- don't you think?"
"Depends what you had in mind," I said.
"I'm not sure," she said. "But it's his birthday soon -- perhaps we could give him a party?"
"I think he's a bit too old for a birthday party," I said. "He's not a kid anymore."
"Well," she said, "perhaps we could make it a very special party?"
I left it at that, as I could hear Rory coming back from the bathroom. "We should get to work," I said to him. "Come on, show's over, lad -- let's go and get that oil changed."
"OK, sir", he said -- and off we went to work on the car.
I have to say I quite liked the idea of Tishy having some fun with Rory. He was a nice lad and she was right -- he really did deserve some hanky panky. My main worry was that he was so shy that she'd never be able to draw him out. But I could see she was determined to try.
As Rory was leaving, late that afternoon, Tishy said "It's your birthday next Saturday, isn't it Rory -- do you have any plans?"
"No, Mrs McKay" he said, "Not really."
"Would you like to spend the day with us?" she said -- "We could do something really special. Come round early, say tenish?"
He nodded, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he was gone.
"Well, that's all arranged then," she said.
Tishy spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen over the coming days -- and quite a bit of time in the bedroom. I could tell she was planning something -- and I had some fun teasing and guessing -- but in the end she kept it all a secret. "You'll just have to wait and see," she said.
Rory came over promptly at ten, and Tishy answered the door wearing her pink silk robe. It ties around the waist, coming down all the way to the floor, but open enough at the neck for Rory to see down between her breasts. It was clear to me that she wasn't wearing anything under it -- she never did.
"I hope I'm not too early, Mrs McKay," he said.
"No dear, just come right in," she replied, breezily, "Coffee's ready."
I've seen Tishy wear that robe often enough to know that it works its way open with very little movement. I had no doubt she had worn it for this very reason and intended to give Rory a show for his birthday -- quite by accident, of course!
She poured us all a coffee and joined us at the table. As she bent over to sit down, her robe briefly parted, exposing her entire breast. I don't know if Rory was watching, but I got an eyeful. It's a sight I've seen often before, but it was a big turn-on knowing that Rory might have seen it too.
After our first cup of coffee, Tishy started breakfast. As she moved around the kitchen, we watched as her robe slowly worked its way open. She pretended not to notice and moved around us freely, allowing views of her breasts from a variety of angles, the robe only just covering the nipples.
As she brought our plates to the table, we had a full on view of her tits swaying as she walked towards us. When she set our plates down, her robe opened up rather wider. And I'm sure she gave a little extra wiggle, just for our benefit.
After she'd straightened up, she acted as if she'd only just realised that she was displaying her assets, and pulled it together, saying, "Jim, you should have told me I was falling out of my robe!"
Rory was embarrassed and turned red, but said nothing. "Come on," I protested, "You really expect me to tell you, when you're giving us such a great show. I'm sure Rory enjoys seeing your boobs just as much as I do!"
Tishy smiled, replying, "Well, I know you're a pervert, but I'm sure Rory never even looked -- he's too much of a gentleman," and she winked at him. Rory smiled at the compliment, and then looked at me questioningly.
"Oh, don't worry," I said "She just enjoys showing off. And she has great tits, doesn't she?"
Rory nodded, and grinned. Tishy came back from the kitchen with her plate and joined us at the table. Although she had pulled her robe back together, she hadn't re-tied it and it was already starting to fall open again. We ate our breakfasts and chatted, all the while enjoying the view of Tishy's half exposed tits.
Rory offered to help Tishy with the dishes but she told him, "No way, it's your birthday, you just sit, I'll have them done in no time." Nevertheless he took a seat at the counter, across from Tishy as she did the dishes. Just as he was hoping, her robe worked its way open, allowing him a perfect view of her exposed breasts and nipples.
I was sure my wife knew she was giving Rory an eyeful -- but carried on with the dishes as if nothing was the matter. Sometimes she had to scrub quite hard, and then her tits jiggled delightfully -- it was quite a show. Only when the dishes were finished did she look down to discover her exposure, and pull her robe closed. She looked up at Rory, smiled and said, "I hope you got a good look. Happy birthday, sweetie." And kissed him on the cheek.
"I'd better go and get dressed," she said, and went upstairs. Rory looked rather disappointed.
"Don't worry," I said, "She'll be back in a minute." Sure enough, she came down wearing a red summer skirt, wraparound, and simple white blouse -- but no bra. Here we go, I thought.
We all went out onto the patio for another coffee. Tishy fiddle with the buttons on her blouse. "Rory," began Tishy, "Have you ever seen a woman topless?" Rory looked excited and frightened all at once.
"Not really, Mrs McKay," he said eventually, "Except in magazines and stuff."
"You mean on the internet?" she said. Rory nodded.
"I bet he watches lots of porn," I said, "We all do. When I was your age, Rory, I used to wank over porn every night."
Tishy looked at me, and raised an eyebrow. I knew that look, and backed off.
"It's OK, Rory," she said "It's only natural." He looked at her, rather gratefully I thought.
"Do you really think so, Mrs McKay," he said. "My mum used to say it was wrong."
"Really?" said Tishy, genuinely surprised -- I don't think this was the Nancy she knew.
"Yes," said Rory -- "She found my magazines under my bed once, and was really upset -- she threw them all away."
"Oh," said Tishy -- "I hope you got some more?" Rory grinned.
"When you're on your own at night, do you ever fantasise about my tits?" she said next. "It seems to me you really like them -- you're always looking at them."
"I'm sorry, Mrs McKay" said Rory, "I can't help it -- they're so pretty."
"Call me Tishy," my wife said, smiling sweetly, and undoing a button. She had wonderful co-ordination.
"Yes, Mrs McKay," said Rory.
"Do you ever think about touching them?" she went on. "They're lovely and soft -- I think you'd love to feel them." "They're double Ds," she added, somewhat unnecessarily.
Rory looked at her blankly, like she was crazy. She slowly undid two more buttons, then slipped her hand inside the blouse, cupped her breast in her hand and squeezed. Rory was staring openly now, like he was recording it all in his mind, to play back later.
Tishy looked thoughtful. "I know," she said brightly, "I could give you a very special present -- my tits just for the day -- yours to enjoy. What do you think? It would make it a very special birthday -- one you'd always remember."
