Silk and Cotton
Chapter 3
Two men who worked from home. Two men with strong sex drives. Two men with lovely wives. Two men with secret -- well, not so secret from each other -- desires to do very many things with the other's wife. Two men who had worked very hard all morning but now lunchtime was approaching were thinking not so much of cheese and biscuits, or a bowl of soup, as about women.
Alan's phone rang and he picked it up. It was nothing about work. Neither was it Megan asking him to do some shopping, rather it was Dave all the way from next door.
"Hallo, Alan?"
They talked a bit and then Dave mentioned he'd found 'the photos.' Alan was momentarily puzzled and then he remembered Dave had said he'd got some of Jenny and him from years back. The implication they were somewhat more than just the couple holding hands or being nicely dressed; or simply being the usual sort of photographs of a couple on holiday. Nice normal photographs they were not -- rather the opposite.
"Oh, really?"
"Have you a few moments free? I thought I might show them to you, and we could perhaps... have a wank."
"Well, I've nothing on... so to speak for the next hour or so, though then I've a conference call. Yeah, Dave, bring your photos please -- and your cock round. A bit of exercise will probably do us good!"
Alan put the phone down and shook his head. What was he doing -- inviting his neighbour around for a wank? Not normal behaviour. Should he perhaps take all his clothes off straightway and meet Dave at the door with an erection -- it was already there freed from his trousers?
He had barely cleared papers and a used coffee mug away, and put the kettle on, before there was a ring at the door and Dave sauntered in opening his hand to reveal a USB stick.
"NSFW," he said.
"I'm having a break," smiled Alan, "and it's my PC. Stick it in."
"Haven't got it out yet."
"Ha! The male jack to go in the female slot!"
"That'd be quite nice wouldn't it. A couple of secretaries under the desk on their hands and knees and we just 'slot' in and not so much wank as fuck whilst looking at my pictures."
"Classic idea. The secretary who takes more than just dictation"
"Takes it all, eh? Terrible really. Secretaries just there to be used. Mere warm, wet, wanking, sleeves. Suitable receptacles for our semen. Better than that box of tissues you've strategically positioned by the PC."
"Well, Dave, you did say having a wank together. I thought I'd get ready. Be practical. Coffee?"
"Please. But I expect you to walk back in ready for a wank."
Alan readied the coffee and then removed his tee shirt and jeans. Dave had told him to get ready! Naked he walked back into his office/study.
"Well!" A click of Dave's camera and Alan was caught for posterity. It proved rather a good photo when they brought it up on the PC's screen. A slightly surprised but still welcoming sort of look on Alan's face -- a slight grin within the beard. The two mugs of coffee held forward but there was no missing the curved erection rising from his pubic hair and pointing towards the camera. He was, indeed, ready for a wank.
Alan's face in turn turned from surprise to real pleasure as he surveyed Dave's almost naked body. "Well, well, well!" he said, putting down the coffee mugs on the desk, "Hallo Jenny!"
Dave was not as naked as he, but wearing just a pair of women's knickers. Obviously, Jenny's and most likely the pair she had been wearing the day before -- when Alan had, indeed, seen her out and about -- and, yes, thought 'things.' Alan put down the coffee mugs and dropped to his knees in front of Dave. Incongruous, a man with hairy legs and chest dressed just in a pair of girlie knickers. Pink Barbie striped cotton briefs with pink scalloped edging and a pink ribbon interlacing in little eyelets and tied with a bow at the front. It could so easily have had a big heart motif to the front where the knickers would have bulged out with the mons veneris and, in Jenny's case, mounding fair curls. No gentle mounding now, no soft feminine curves, rather the outline of a hard cock pushing at the material, stretching it. It was very well outlined, the knob distinct, its shape clear.
"My what a big clit you've got, Jenny!" Alan reached out, stroking the cotton, stroking the long sausage shaped bulge before bringing his face to the cotton and breathing deeply.
"All the better to..." Dave got the allusion to Little Red Riding Hood but what exactly did a girl do with an unusually large clitoris?
"Suck?"
Alan was rubbing his face against the cotton, pushing at it as if Jenny was still within, his tongue coming out to lick, not only to lick the material but poke his tongue under the pink scalloped edging to get within.
Dave stood with legs apart as he felt his friend enjoying Jenny's panties; felt his friend's tongue so tickling and so arousing entering the knickers just behind his balls, wriggling and stroking the flesh there. Had he a vagina that was exactly where it would have been; had he been Jenny then Alan's tongue would have been entering him and stirring his wetness. He had sniffed Jenny's pink panties before putting them on. Jenny had clearly been sexually aroused the day before -- but not that he knew by him. It had been a quiet evening together and there had been 'none of that.' What, he wondered, had aroused her? Had she stood at her office window watching someone? A big hunky construction worker? And what had she imagined? The man working naked but for his hard hat. Was that what women thought of? Big, burly men dressed in just a hard hat -- a helmet -- and with their big cocks standing showing off their shiny 'helmets?' Or had she had some particularly sexy conversation with a friend, perhaps about her friend's new boyfriend and the confided intimate details had aroused. Like Alan and he talking and getting hard together, had that happened to Jenny? A lovely idea to him, two girls talking and becoming wet together. Lovely to imagine. Two girls sitting together, sitting close and talking, with nylon clad legs surreptitiously rubbing together.
Dave looked down at his friend. He had rather expected Alan to want to wear Jenny's knickers, remove them from him, not simply get his tongue inside. But it was what he now thought of doing with Megan's.
"Go on, Alan, go and put a pair of Megan's on please!"
Alan looked even more ridiculous than Dave when he returned. Not simply a pair of cotton briefs upon his now naked body, which could almost have been male underpants but a pair of French silk knickers. Lovely against the skin but so feminine. A pretty and frilly turquoise.
"You do look lovely, Megan!"
Unlike the cotton briefs, the silk knickers gave no support to a cock, Alan's pushed out at the front. Had it not been firmly erect, it and its accompanying balls would have been hanging out one of the legs. There was a wet spot where it pushed against the silk.
"Come here and let me give you a hug." Two naked men embracing, both, though, imagining it was the other's wife they were holding or, indeed, the two wives coming together. Soft boobs pressed against soft boobs, tummies together and mounds rubbing against the other through the cotton and silk. Nice to imagine the lesbian scene but the reality of hard bodies rather different -- hard cocks meeting and rubbing through the silk and cotton.
"Sit, Alan, sit!"
Dave knelt before his seated friend, Alan's legs apart, he could see into the silk knickers, could see Alan's curls, balls and cock but was imagining looking at Megan, seeing her dark hair, lips and perhaps open sex. His hands went up both legs, sliding on Alan's hairy inner thighs but imagining Megan's smooth thighs; touching Alan with his fingertips behind his balls, sensitive skin but not as sensitive as Megan would be there; he leant forward and buried his face in the silk, drawing Megan's scent into his nostrils but feeling Alan's hard cock beneath the silk. So good, the scent so arousing, he could feel his own cock hard inside Jenny's cotton panties, pushing at the material. He moved his face and he was mouthing the knob through the silk. The spot that had merely been a little wet now soaked from his saliva. The scent of Megan, the taste of Megan but the firmness of Alan's knob.
"Shall we swop?"
Dave stood, Alan stood, and they watched the other slowly lowering his wife's knickers, bringing the elastic at the waist outwards to get over the obstruction of their penises -- their big 'clits.' Even that was exciting. A strange confluence of the idea of the wife removing her knickers and the reality. The two men then standing, naked and erect together. They had to do it. As they exchanged knickers, they brought their cocks together and rubbed. Not through the medium of cotton and silk but warm flesh to warm flesh. Sexual organ against sexual organ, rubbing and stimulating the other.
"That's what I'd like to see -- in the flesh. Two girls rubbing their clits together."
"Megan and Jenny?"
