Alfred the Great
Seymour's friend from school came to visit us one Saturday, and stayed until the Monday. After leaving school they lost touch with each other when Alfred left home and joined the army. It was only a few years ago when my husband, Seymour opened a Facebook account and they got in touch with each other again.
With our kids, Mylene at university and Justin away with his friends, we had the weekend to ourselves. On the Saturday morning of Alfred's visit I got up early to give the house a thorough cleaning. I vacuumed all the floors, paying particular attention to the guest bedroom, dusted around and put clean new towels in the bathroom. When I had finished I got in the shower. I had just picked out what I was going to wear and put it on when the doorbell rang.
Seymour was still in the shower so I answered the door.
"Hi, I'm Alfred," a tall, muscular man said.
"Yes, we are expecting you. Welcome," I said as I moved back so he could come inside. "Seymour is in the shower, he should be right out. I hope you are hungry, I'm just making breakfast."
Alfred did not have a handsome face but he was athletic. His muscles had muscles; big shoulders, biceps, hands; and thighs as big as my 23 inch waist.
I felt his eyes on me as I prepared a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, beans, mushrooms and toast; a full English breakfast.
During breakfast Seymour and Alfred talked about boring military stuff and then he went to his car and got his luggage; I showed him to his room. I saw in the mirror as I left the room he was staring at my ass.
I left the men to reminisce about old times and went shopping for a few groceries but mainly to stock up with two cases of beer, scotch and gin for me as well as snacks.
When I arrived home Alfred had changed into more comfortable clothes, jogging bottoms and a muscle shirt. The shirt looked hot on his muscular body. He was polite and flirted in a respectful way telling my husband he had a beautiful wife and he should be glad he married me.
The guys started drinking and having a good time as they skipped lunch. I saw Alfred lusting after me when Seymour wasn't looking or busy opening more beers.
Both men were feeling their beer when I had 5 small sirloin steaks outside on our barbecue late in the afternoon. I had changed into my denim short shorts and a tube top since it was hot outside. Seymour had gone to the bathroom in the hallway when I came inside and asked Alfred how he liked his steak.
"Like I like my women," he said smiling, "hot, juicy and pink in the middle."
"I take that to mean medium rare," I said laughing it off.
He nodded as I went to the kitchen to prepare the salads and check the potatoes baking in the oven. My thoughts were interrupted when Seymour called out for paper towels for a spilled beer on the coffee table. I immediately began to soak up the spill and knew my legs and ass were inches away from Alfred as I bent over in front of him. I imagined him wanting to grab me but couldn't with Seymour being there. I knew I was being a tease and I liked it. Back in the kitchen, I decided to treat myself to some tequila and sliced up a lemon.
"Seymour is barbecuing the steaks outside," Alfred came into the kitchen and said. "Oh, tequila eh? no girlie drink for you huh?"
He got a can of nuts that he came into the kitchen for and put his big hand on my bare side as he passed between me and the worktop. I looked down at his hand on my skin and it aroused me.
The guys seemed to mellow out with stomachs full of steak dinner. Each had two steaks and I had one plus salad. A pre-season football game was on TV and they watched it, then went out onto the patio. I found myself cleaning up the kitchen and wondering how big Alfred's cock might be.
I looked outside and the men were wrestling around like little boys; I just chuckled. Soon they came inside and decided it was time for harder drinks. I knew that Seymour was not going to handle mixing scotch with all that beer; but you know how guys are. They were toasting each other with what looked like doubles.
"Honey, have a shot with us," my tipsy husband loudly said.
I poured myself a tequila and turned to go outside.
"Whiskey your ass," Alfred said, "the lady has tequila. Maybe her clothes will fall off!"
"You know man," Alfred quickly said as Seymour stared at him, "the song. The song about tequila making her clothes fall off."
"Oh yeah," Seymour said, "I heard that one. Anita once did a topless dance, you know, in a strip club when she was drunk. Well, we both were really."
I stared coldly at Seymour for telling Alfred about that.
"Oh yeah," Alfred slurred, equally as drunk as Seymour, "she sure has the body for that. Seymour," he added, "I gotta see her tits man."
The silence was broken when Seymour laughed loudly and Alfred also laughed as I turned to go outside and leave these drunk assholes to themselves.
"Oh come on babe," Seymour pleaded, "we didn't mean to piss you off,"
"Hey, a thousand pardons Anita," Alfred joined in. "I'm sorry."
"Besides," Seymour added, "it would be up to Anita, I don't mind if she shows you her tits."
Maybe it was the tequila shots or because Seymour had made me mad when he told Alfred I had once stripped years ago, or maybe I was just wanting to tease more or because Seymour said what he did.
"No big deal," I said, "boys will be boys."
I walked back into the lounge in front of the sofa they were sitting on. I looked at both of them, then back to Alfred whose eyes were getting wider. I stood directly in front of Alfred and took my hair clip out of my hair which dropped down over my shoulders. I then took my tube top and pulled it off over my head and shook my head so that my hair would look wilder.
Alfred smiled from ear to ear as he gazed at my tits. I moved over to Seymour and pulled his head into my tits and rubbed his cheeks. I pinched my nipples as I winked at Alfred.
"Sit on your hands," I commanded Alfred with some authority.
He did and I rubbed my tits over his face like I had just done with my husband Seymour. Then, I bent over and picked up my tube top. I put it back on and walked out of the room.
