I saw Deanna blush the moment she shook Jake's hand. The last thing my wife expected when meeting our new roommate was to open the door and see a man.
"How do you do?" he said.
Jake was a 24-year-old ex-rugby player who had just moved to town for a new job. I met him through a co-worker when I was secretly searching for a boy toy for my wife. I invited him and we chatted casually about his job and the rent set-up. The whole time he was in our living room, I saw Deanna eyeing Jake up and down. Eventually, Jake made plans to return in a few days with his rent deposit so we could get him moved in.
That night in our bedroom Deanna and I talked about Jake.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked. "Be honest."
"He is gorgeous," Deanna said. "I want to play with him."
Deanna had changed so much sexually since we first opened up our relationship with our prior roommate Jadin. Now she was a bit of a wild child.
"I know you do. And I thought you'd say that. Do what you want with him...you have my permission," I said.
"Let me toy with him a bit first," Deanna said.
My cock bulged at the idea of my wife openly flirting with another man.
A week later Jake moved in. On moving day, Deanna bounced around in the house in short blue jean shorts and a green tank top. She was putting on a little show for our new roommate and I loved every second of it. We put Jake in the room down the hall from ours upstairs. It was the same room our previous roommate Jadin had lived in. The best part about the guest room was you had to walk down the hall a ways to get to the bathroom, which with Jadin had been part of the tease and torture of having her as a roommate. She was always traipsing back and forth down the hall in only a towel.
Jake was just like any other single, young professional. He was always going out with friends and staying out late. A couple of times he came home drunk. One evening I convinced Jake to stay home at watch a football game with us. Jake and I were watching a football game in the den when Deanna came in wearing only a towel. She was drying her wet hair with another towel.
"Honey, have you seen my thong?" she asked.
"The pink ones?"
"No, the red ones."
"Oh, they're right here," I said, pointing to a pile of laundry on the chair. I picked up the red thong and tossed it to her across the room.
"Yay!" she said. "I've been looking all over for these!"
She leaned down and started to slide the thong on, right in front of Jake. She did it cleverly though, never revealing anything Jake or me as she slid the thong up under the towel. As she was leaned over, her ample breasts were obvious, squeezed inside the towel. I played along, acting as if it were no big deal.
"Thanks!" she said, nonchalantly.
After Deanna left the room, Jake spoke up.
"Your wife, she's not very shy is she?"
"Nah," I said. "She's very comfortable with her body. If you're lucky she might let you have a peak."
"Really?" he asked in disbelief.
"Maybe," I said. "If you play your cards right."
"That doesn't...bother you?"
"Not at all," I said. "She's my wife. She loves me. But she's beautiful. Sometimes I'm sad that I'm the only person that gets to see her naked. It's kind of a shame, really."
"Wow," he said to himself, not believing how own luck. "How do I make that happen?" he asked.
"Just be here," I said. "You never know what could happen."
A few days later on a warm Saturday morning, Deanna told me she was going to sunbathe in the backyard. We had a very private backyard with a tall fence and several trees and Deanna often sunbathed there in the nude.
"You do realize Jake is here, right?" I asked with a hint of suspicion in my voice.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"I know."
My cock instantly got excited and pressed against the inside of my pants. Deanna had become quite sneaky. She was toying with Jake and I loved it. Jake always did exercises in the backyard at the same time every Saturday, and so Deanna put on her blue and white polka dot bikini, drug her lawn chair and towel into the yard fifteen minutes before she knew Jake would be there. She got down on the chair, laying face down. She took her top off and left the bottoms on. She looked incredibly hot in the bikini. I loved the way it clung to her skin, showing off her womanly curves. She had her brown hair up loosely above her head, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses.
I was in our bedroom upstairs waiting for the show. From our bedroom, I had a perfect view of the backyard. Deanna was laying half-naked still face down when Jake walked in the backyard like clockwork -right at eleven. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. He immediately froze. Deanna saw him and spoke first, never bothering to raise her head off the deck chair. I cracked the window open so I could hear what they were saying.
"Hi Jake, how is your day going?'
"Uh...uh...okay," he stuttered. "I guess."
I kept watching from the window.
"I'm glad you're here," she said. "I need someone to rub lotion on my back. It's the hardest place to reach."
"Sure, no problem," he said nervously. "But, what about your husband?"
"Does this bother you?" Deanna asked.
"A little," Jake said. "I shouldn't touch you like this."
Deanna laughed.
"You're so cute," she said. "James won't mind. He knows I'm just very comfortable with my body. I hope you're okay with that."
"I guess," he said.
Jake squired some lotion on his hands and began rubbing it on her back.
"Put some on my butt too please," she said. "That hurts really bad when it's burned."
Deanna put her hands behind her back and slowly and intentionally pulled the bikini bottom down just far enough to reveal her cute butt. Jake looked around unsure of what to do.
"It's okay Jake, you won't get in trouble I promise."
I stood in the window watching Jake rub his hands all over my wife's naked body. He worked his strong hands down until he was rubbing lotion on my wife's bare ass. My cock became rock hard. Deanna started a conversation with him, intending to keep him around for a while.
"Rub my shoulders too please, Jake."
And so Jake rubbed his hands over the entirety of my wife's body. He made her smooth skin oily and shiny in the morning sun. The whole time he was rubbing her she was chatting casually about all sorts of stuff. I couldn't stand it anymore so I dropped my pants and started stroking my swollen cock. Even from the upstairs window, I could see a bulge in Jake's shorts as he rubbed my wife's body. She was such a tease. After about five minutes she pulled her bikini bottom up.
"Thank you, Jake," she said.
But she wasn't done toying with him. She leaned up on her elbows, almost revealing her breasts in their entirety.
"We were thinking about going to grab some lunch later if you want to go with us," she said.
While she was talking, her nipples occasionally came into view as she leaned on her elbows. I knew this must have been torture for Jake.
"That would be good," he managed to say.
Right then, I came hard still standing in the window. A little of my cum even squirted on the window and ran down toward the sill.
I guess Jake got so excited about seeing my wife almost naked he forgot to do his exercises. He immediately retreated into the house, into his room and shut the door. I kind of felt sorry for the guy because I had been in his shoes. I knew how it felt to be so tempted and not be able to do anything about it.
That night we went to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We sat in a dimly lit corner booth. It would have been easy for Jake to feel like a fifth wheel, but Deanna made sure to include him in the conversation, asking him about his family and how he liked work. Under the table, Deanna placed her hand in my lap, rubbing it against my cock. She was toying with me now. As she talked to Jake she slowly rubbed her hand across me, waking my cock into a rigid salute.
All through dinner, Deanna laughed and carried on, sipping on a glass of wine. She had intentionally worn a low cut dress and I saw Jake sneak glimpses of her cleavage from time to time. I certainly didn't blame him. My wife's breasts were amazing. By the time we got to dessert, Deanna was feeling especially frisky. Deanna started pressing the issue with Jake, and soon was asking him very personal questions about his love life.
"What's the hardest part of being in a relationship, Jake?" Deanna said, probing the young man.
"I guess all of it," he said.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Had one," he said, "but she left me."
"Why?" Deanna asked. "Did she give a reason?"
"Well, yeah but I'm a little embarrassed to tell it."
"You can tell me, sweetie," Deanna said. "You won't say anything I've never heard before."
Jake glanced at me.
"It's fine," I said. "We're all adults here."
"Well," Jake said nervously. "She said I wasn't any good at pleasing her. You know, with my mouth."
Deanna had the glass of wine at her lips, and then paused, bringing the glass back down.
"What did she say exactly?" Deanna asked.
"She just said it felt like I didn't know what I was doing. Down there."
"Well, did you?" Deanna asked.
"No," Jake admitted.
Deanna blushed.
"Look Jake," Deanna began. "The key to learning how to please a woman that way is to find someone you can learn and grow with and won't judge you, who will let you explore her body and give you guidance on how to become better."
"Well where do you find someone like that?" Jake said with frustration.
There was a long, awkward pause.
"I'll show you," Deanna said.
I almost spit out my drink.
"Excuse me?" Jake said.
"If it's okay with James, I would be willing to teach you how. You can learn a lot from me."
Jake didn't know what to say. I didn't either honestly. I guess it was the wine talking. I hadn't expected Deanna to be so forthright so quickly.
