A Wife a Friend Perhaps a Fantasy

I was a little tired from working around the yard all day. We just had an inground pool installed and I had some landscaping to do. It was late afternoon when I decided to call it quits. My back was aching and the sun had literally worn me down. I still had to install the sprinkler system and since I wasn't much of a handyman I decided that I needed to do more research.

I came inside the house and headed for the laundry room, undressed to my boxers and went upstairs to the bedroom where we have our computer. My wife Sandra had left for the day with a friend shopping. The boys were at camp for the week, so I had the place to myself. While researching for my information I came across a link that contained erotic stories and found myself reading some. I liked one in particular titled "The BJ Woman". The story wasn't as original as some I read before but the idea of a woman hitting on me wanting to give me a blow job in a public place appealed to me. I managed to finish my research, made a 'to purchase list' and headed off for a nice long hot shower.

While I was in the shower I couldn't help thinking about what I would do if I ever was so lucky to be offered a blow job by a complete stranger. Would I let her do it? Would I resist? Would I consider it cheating on my wife? I had so many thoughts racing in my mind it shivers through my body. As the hot water poured on me I applied body wash on my sponge cloth. I started lathering my neck, then slowly moving the sponge cloth in a circular motion on my chest. Thinking more about the story, I could feel my body tense up a little.

I hadn't masturbated in a long while and my imagination was running wild. With my other hand I took the soap from my chest and began fondling my now semi-hard cock. I started to stroke my 7 inch cock in a slow motion followed by a squeeze till I slipped a finger deep into my anus. I then dropped my sponge cloth and took the showerhead aiming the jet stream upwards my balls while finger fucking my ass.

"Ooohhh, this feels so good," I moaned.

I could feel my cock throbbing when suddenly I heard Sandra calling out for me.

"Damn," I murmured to myself.

She must have heard the shower running as she was upstairs before I realized it.

Sandra is a beautiful Italian woman; she just turned 39 years old, dark complexion, with dark brown hair shoulder length, and hazel eyes. She takes great care of her body; she stands at 5'5", and weighs 125lbs. Unfortunately, Sandra is very conservative when it comes to sex. For her once every other week is more than enough and we always have to make sure the boys are never home.

"Vince, I'm home," she said in a puzzled voice looking at me through our glass shower door.

"Yes Sandra, how was your shopping spree?" I replied in a low voice, bent over looking for my sponge cloth and with one hand trying to cover my hard on.

Sandra never saw me masturbate; her idea of sex was for old school only. Sandra always thought sex was done the missionary way and the quicker the better. So for me it was like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Shopping was great as usual," she replied in a composed manner. "By the way, Mary is downstairs. She'll be staying for dinner."

"That's great," I replied. "I'll be down shortly," now facing her through the glass door with my hard on thinking I dodged a bullet.

"By the way, I would stop whatever it is your doing," she said as she was leaving. "We do not want to scare away our guest with your loud moans."

Once again she found a way to change the mood. How hard would it have been for her to come to me, open the glass shower door get on her knees take my hard cock in her mouth covered with red lipstick and suck it slowly, with or without Mary downstairs? Here I was caught dreaming again. Sandra always made me feel like sex is a chore and not something a couple enjoys. Like Sandra, I'm 39 years old. I'm 5'11", and 182 lbs. I go to the gym quite regularly and although I'm no Arnold I'm no slouch either. My greatest feature is my ass (so I've been told). Many of Sandra girlfriends commented on how firm it is. I have blue eyes with light brown hair, and I love wearing trendy clothes. With some frustration I finished my shower, without the pleasure of masturbating, dried off, got dressed and headed downstairs.

"Hi Mary, how was your shopping?" as I made my way downstairs.

"Hey Vince, shopping was fun. I got some nice outfits and a bunch of other stuff," she replied.

"That's great. Maybe you could model them for me?" I said in a nonchalant way.

"Sure, but only if Sandra is okay with it," replied Mary.

I was shocked. I never expected her to agree. I was just making casual conversation.

Mary was very similar to Sandra. Always dressed appropriately, never wore anything revealing even though she had plenty to reveal.

"Not a problem Mary, you can use our bedroom upstairs," Sandra replied.

Seeing Sandra approved Mary grabbed her bags and made her way to the bedroom upstairs.

Once Mary was upstairs Sandra approached me and whispered, "What the hell was that all about! You never ask me to model clothes for you."

I had this most confused look on my face. Was this supposed to be a sign of jealously? Even though she was right I had to find a way to get myself out of this. The last thing I wanted was an argument. I was tired from working all day and frustrated that I wasn't able to masturbate.

"Sandra, I really didn't expect her to try anything on. I merely made a small talk comment," continuing my plea and trying to avoid her second question. "You can go upstairs and tell her to forget about it."

Sandra looking at me in dismay, "I cannot do that to her. What would she think?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just tell her that my comment was inappropriate and that's it."

Sandra replied in an authoritative voice, "Listen Vince, you better tell her she looks great, like it or not and ...," looking straight into my eyes. "You better not undress her with your eyes. I saw what you were trying to do upstairs and know in what kind of mood you are in."

"What are you talking about? This is Mary. She's your best friend. I would never, ever ..."

She then interrupts me, "You still didn't answer me why you never asked me to model clothes for you before!"

I should have known better than to think that she would forget, "I would honey, but I never thought that it mattered to you. Besides, I knew the answer would be no."

Sandra without missing a beat told me, "You would be surprised at the answer. I might actually think that you are interested in me and what I buy and maybe ... just maybe I would model it for you."

I really felt that I was getting myself in deeper and deeper. I wasn't sure what to say to her. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Picking up the courage, I said, "You're right Sandra. I should never assume anything," and with a broken voice I continued. "Do you want to show me what you bought today?"

Sandra answered, "I guess, I can, but you must be honest with me and please do not compare me to Mary."

"Thank you Sandra. You know that I consider you my bombshell. I would never compare you with anyone," I replied.

While Sandra joined Mary upstairs I went to the kitchen to see if I can get something strong and cold to drink. I figured that a good cold beer would help. While drinking my beer and staring at nothing I was trying to imagine my wife and her friend coming down the stairs wearing something kinky. Could that actually happen? Sandra? No! I knew what I was dealing with here. While I was daydreaming both Sandra and Mary made their way to the kitchen.

"Well Vince, what do you think? Do you like my new outfit?" asked Mary.

I didn't hear Mary at all but faintly heard Sandra saying, "You'll have to wait till he comes back to reality, he's daydreaming again."

"I think he's more like fantasizing," interrupted Mary.

Mary is a petite divorced woman. You wouldn't be able to tell she's Italian with that light skin complexion. She's 38 years old, celebrating her 39th next week, 5'3" and 110 lbs. Since she always dresses conservatively I never imagined her as someone I would undress with a look. She was a friend and I was quite content to leave it at that.

When I finally came 'to' I mumbled something like, "Wow, you are so incredibly sexy and you look different."

I went back into a stare thinking is that really Mary in front of me, with her blond long curly hair, wearing a tight fitting bow accent white low cut tank top with spaghetti straps revealing the roundness of her firm breasts! They must be a 30C size, and those perky nipples coming through the fabric. Her tight black skirt was just knees length and did it ever reveal the curvature of her hips.

"Oh my," I kept telling myself.

I was afraid that my cock would erupt through my pants. "Different! Is that all you can say?" Mary said.

"Mary, you'll have to wait for him to collect his thoughts first," Sandra mentioned. "I think he is still in lala land," as they both started to laugh.

I realized I wasn't in a dream when I glanced over at Sandra. She was also dressed to impress. I always knew that she had a body to kill and this outfit proved it. Sandra was wearing a very tight pinkish lace-up corset top, trying to hold those 32B breasts inside and a box pleated black skirt a few inches above her knees revealing her long muscular legs.

I managed to blurb out, "Ladies, this is not what I expected to see. Seeing that you are both conservative I never thought you girls would wear something as sexy and revealing. So please forgive me if I seem a little distracted."

To which Sandra replied, "Conservative, us! My dear Vince we always dress for the occasion."

"What's the occasion?" trying my best to carry a conversation.

"We bought these outfits for Laurie and Steve's party next week. Do you think it's too revealing?" Mary questioned.

"Not if you don't mind people staring at you," I said in a sarcastic manner.

Mary without skipping a beat said, "Like the way you are staring at us right now?"

I knew I couldn't stop staring at both of them but at this point it didn't matter, "I guess so, but you can't blame a guy for looking at two gorgeous women."

"You do have a point here Vince. Come in the living room with us, we need to talk," Sandra said as she walked towards the living room.

I asked the girls if they wanted something to drink, "Red wine," they replied.

I pour them both a glass of Chardonnay, head towards the living room, give them each a glass of wine and retreated to the lazy boy in front of them. Sipping on there Chardonnay Sandra and Mary winked at me and with their eyes directed me to look down. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was then I realized I things were going to change.