I was divorced, having recently moved back to my hometown after getting a very appealing employment offer. I had been away for almost ten years. Early Sunday morning I was shopping at the local supermarket when I saw Brenda. She had been married to my ex-wife's brother. She had been divorced from him for six or seven years. I heard that she had married a disabled veteran a few years ago.
Brenda had always been friendly with me back in the day. We had spent many evenings grilling, sitting in the backyard drinking around the fire pit with our exes. She was of medium height with shoulder length blonde hair. She also had big boobs, usually wearing tops that displayed her cleavage. Brenda had always been conscious of her weight, but I always felt that she looked better carrying a little extra weight.
Today was no different. She was wearing jeans that she filled out well and a v neck tee shirt top. I first saw her in the refrigerated section, I could see her nipples had popped out a little. She smiled when she saw me and we chatted for a while.
I asked her if some of the old crowd were still around. She mentioned that Shirley, Karen and Susie were still living in the old neighborhood. We had all grown up together, living within a few blocks of each other. I had known all of them since grade school. We tended to go to the same parties, drinking and smoking.
She said "They are all married, only Karen is with her original husband."
I smiled saying "Yeah, my marriage didn't work out too well either. But I hear that you are happily married now."
"Yes, it seems we were meant for each other."
"No more marriages for me. It is much better to play with someone who is only interested in that, nothing serious. You probably don't know this but then I used to fool around with Karen's mom before things got serious with my ex."
Brenda gasped, putting a hand to her mouth before saying, "You rogue, you! It's always the shy quiet ones who surprise you the most."
"I remember once we were at a party in somebody's kitchen. I was a little drunk and tried to kiss you. I don't remember what you said, but I very much remember that you were very kind to me. Back then, a year and a half was a big difference. Not even a drop in the bucket now. I used to wonder how things would have turned out if we were the same age."
With a smile she said that I should come visit.
I said, "That's a dangerous invitation."
"Why so?" she replied.
"I know that both of our exes never much understood or appreciated the attention that we paid each other. I always thought that you were a beautiful and very sexy woman. I think that they always thought or suspected that we had something going on behind their backs. But I never stepped out on my wife until the end when it was so bitter that the marriage was over in all but name."
"I heard that you have become a little adventurous and that your husband is a tolerant man. Are you sure that you both would be comfortable with me coming over? You know that I have always wanted to do more than just kiss you."
Brenda looked at me seriously before saying, "Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and he loves me. We meet each other's needs and nothing and no one will ever change that. Unlike the ass that I first married. We are meant for each other. I sometimes might have an occasional indulgence, but that is not going to change our relationship. He is OK with that, even encouraging me sometimes."
I said that he was a lucky man, holding up her hand to give it a little kiss.
Brenda blushed even more, but I thought that I saw anticipation in her bright blue eyes.
Her voice sounded a little shaky as she replied "Yes, I think that I would like you visit us. You just may turn out to be my very favorite indulgence."
I took her hand again, giving it another little kiss before getting her address, email and cell number before heading to the checkout.
A couple of hours later I was about to knock on her door when she opened it saying, "I was just thinking that you might have changed your mind."
She led me into the house and nodded towards her husband. He sat there in an easy chair with a cane by his side. He started to rise, but I waved him back to the chair walking up to him, introducing myself and shaking his hand.
I sat with Brenda on a couch facing him and we chatted about the things we used to do together with her giving me updates on some of the other people we used to hang around with.
I said, "I am sorry that I never had the chance to vacation with you and my former Brother-in Law. You always stayed at hotels with outdoor pools and I have seen lots of pictures of you in a bikini. You always thought that you were not slim enough, but I always thought that you looked much better with a nicely rounded shape and full ass."
Brenda smiled saying, "I would have loved for you to see me in a bikini."
I looked over at her husband and said "Well what do you think? Would you like me to see Brenda in a bikini now?"
He looked down at his feet and said, "If that's what she wants, it's fine with me."
I looked at Brenda saying, "Are you sure?" She looked at me and then her husband.
He nodded with her saying, "I have always liked the way that you looked at me," she playfully added with a chuckle.
Her husband looked uncomfortable as I stood up with Brenda's hand in mine as I led her in front of him.
I said to him, "Why don't you make yourself useful. Take off your wife's top and jeans. A bra and panties are the same thing as a bikini. Just a top and bottom."
I watched him sitting unmoving before Brenda said something that I didn't catch. He smiled as he slowly got up, lifting her top over her head. He was a little shaky on his feet. I understood that he had some kind of neurological condition that effected his legs and feet. She shook her head, running her hands through her hair. The back bra strap was light blue. He unbuttoned her jeans before lowering her zipper. He sat back down, pulling her jeans down over her hips and ass. As he lowered the jeans, I could see that she was wearing full cut matching panties.
He held her jeans as she stepped out of them. Her ass was very full. I stepped up behind Brenda, my former Sister-in-Law, running a finger down her back, giving the bra strap just a little, playful snap as she stood in her lingerie with her husband watching.
She turned around smiling and striking different poses, saying, "Well, what do you think?"
"A vision of loveliness, my lady," I replied.
Her husband was looking at his feet, having folded the shirt and pants, carefully putting them on the arm of the chair.
Brenda looked very happy posing for me in her lingerie. Her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. The blue lacy bra was low cut and I thought that she must wear at least a size 40 or 42 bra. I was happy to see that she had a puffy mound.
"You don't shave your pussy, do you?" I asked.
She replied, "Just trim it a little, otherwise it's a jungle down there."
She started to sit down next to me but I took her hand, guiding her to sit on my lap.
"You don't mind sitting on my lap in your lingerie, do you?" I asked.
She laughed nervously saying, "Not at all."
As she settled on my lap, I positioned her so that my hardening cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. I started running my hands through her hair before leaning her forward tracing my fingers up and down her back.
As I massaged her shoulders I said, "Do you remember that night that we were sitting by the fire and you said that you had a wet dream about me? Your ex was so mad about that. His sister was less than thrilled as well."
She laughed loudly saying, "Yes, I do. He was mad as hell for a while."
I laughed too saying, "Yes, I remember him saying 'What's this about, I am the stud here.'" Well, he had a few inches and 40 pounds on me, but I have always been tall and lean. He may have thought that he knew me, but he never did."
I leaned Brenda back, nibbling on her ear and whispering, "You don't need to say anything right now, but I do want you to try to remember what that wet dream was about."
I looked over at her husband saying, "I have always liked playing with a woman's pussy more than her boobies, but with your wife, I cannot resist. You don't mind me playing with your wife's breasts, do you?"
Still looking down at his shoes, he mumbled something.
"Speak up, yes or no whether you want to see me playing with your wife's boobies."
He said, "Go ahead, she likes that."
I ran my hands over her lacy bra before saying, "I can't resist wanting to play with your bare breasts. Do you mind taking off your bra?"
I started nibbling on her ear again as she started to reach back before I said, "You over there, are you playing with your cock?" I saw that he had been stroking between his legs. "Make yourself useful again. Come over here and take off your wife's bra."
He got up shuffling over with his cane as Brenda leaned over towards him. He unhooked the bra letting it fall on the arm of the couch.
I was rubbing Brenda's nipples between my fingers when I said "Why don't you just take off your pants. Let us see what you have. I heard that you were small."
He leaned on one of the arms of the couch, supporting himself as he slowly started taking off his pants, standing there with a lump in his underwear.
"Might as well just go ahead and take everything off," I said as he slowly took off his shirt. He hesitated about taking his underwear off.
Brenda excitedly said, "Go ahead, show him what you got!"
She chuckled as he let the underwear fall to the floor. I had heard that he was small. But all that he had was a little nubbin that could not have been more than two- and one-half inches.