“You know, you’ll get into trouble going around like that!”
“What do you mean, trouble?”
Ray Denton looked at his wife; a smile played around his thin lips. Perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer, Leanne more than made up for this in the looks department. A striking brunette, her dark, sultry eyes peered back at him from under thick, luxuriant lashes that gave her whole face a hint of mystery. It was as if you could never quite work out what she was thinking which, Ray had to concede, usually wasn’t all that much. Her slim, athletic body was only partly obscured by the matching lace underwear that she habitually wore.
“I mean dressed like that – if you can call it dressed. What if someone were to call?” Ray asked.
“But it’s always so lovely and warm in the house. And besides, you’re the one that’s always saying I’ve got a nice body. Don’t you like me showing it off?”
Ray had to admit that his young wife had a point. The thrill that he got when other men leered at her, sometimes quite overtly, in the street was always priceless. He never felt any jealousy, never any anger. Ray had always felt that her beauty was there to be shared.
But Ray’s earlier thoughts played on his mind. What if there was an unexpected caller to the house? Would Leanne answer the door in her underwear? Would she welcome the stares that her flimsy attire would inevitably produce? And, more to the point, would she take things any further? These feelings continued to haunt Ray as he settled in front of the wide mahogany counter of his favourite bar later that evening.
“You’re kidding me!” John Mason said disbelievingly.
Ray looked sideways from his barstool and fixed his friend and long-term drinking partner with a solemn stare.
“No, seriously. That’s all she ever seems to wear.”
“Jeez, man. I’ve seen your wife. She’s a real looker. Sorry, but just thinking about her in her underwear is giving me a hard-on!”
“That’s okay.” Ray replied turning back to his beer and taking a sip. “I like that other men look. It’s just that….”
“What?”
Ray took a deep gulp of his drink. Even though John was his closest friend he could hardly believe he was about to confess his most secret desire.
“Well…It’s just that I’d quite like to see Leanne take things…er…you know, a little bit further?”
“What, you mean with another man?” John blurted.
Ray nodded silently. All of a sudden there seemed to be an atmosphere between the two friends. Ray wondered if he had said too much and looked sheepishly at his drinking partner. John’s features seemed frozen for a moment; a blank and almost vacant expression. But slowly his face began to change. His lips curled into a wide smile and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.
“Well, if you’re looking for volunteers,” he laughed, “I’m your guy!”
Ray thought for several moments. John was a good bit younger than him. Unmarried and with quite a reputation with the opposite sex, women seemed to adore his boyish good looks. A fleeting vision of John and Leanne naked and writhing on the floor suddenly flashed into Ray’s mind and he had to shift slightly on his seat as an immediate erection formed beneath his jeans. He smiled inwardly. The idea was perfect, he thought. He looked directly into his friend’s eyes so there would be no misunderstanding.
“Come on then.” He said calmly. “Let’s do it now.”
John looked back at his buddy. “You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Never been more.” Ray stated emphatically. “Come on, drink up.”
As the two men entered the house, Leanne Denton was sitting watching TV. Her shoulder length brown hair cascaded like fine silken strands about her bare shoulders. The brown and cream lace bra held her full breasts high on her chest and the matching high-cut panties barely obscured her carefully trimmed mound. She loved to feel desirable and knew that she always succeeded in this venture.
“Is that you, Ray?” She called out from her seat.
“Who else were you expecting?” her husbands voice came back.
“Oh er…nobody really…I…just…”
“I’m only kidding with you,” Ray laughed as he and John entered the lounge. “Actually I’ve brought a friend back. You remember John?”
Leanne quickly noticed the way that John was ogling her. She was well used to the looks that she got from men while she was out but this time it merely reminded her of her state of undress.
“Perhaps I should go and put some more clothes on?” She asked her husband.
“Oh, I wouldn’t bother too much.” Ray replied. He was trying very hard to keep his voice casual sounding when in fact his heart was racing so fast he feared he might almost collapse. “I’m sure John has seen a woman in her bra and panties before! What about a drink everyone?”
As both John and Leanne nodded their agreement, Ray disappeared into the kitchen. He had absolutely no intention of fixing the drinks immediately; he just wanted to keep out of the way for a few minutes while John worked his charm.
Ray kept as quiet as possible as he peered around the kitchen door to look at his friend and his wife. John was standing next to Leanne and was laying on the charm with a shovel. Ray could see that his friend was having trouble keeping his eyes from straying between Leanne’s ample cleavage and her long, slender legs as the charisma poured out. John seemed to be doing well, Ray thought. He knew that he would – few women could resist him. Quickly Ray filled three glasses with scotch and re-entered the lounge.
“Is that right?” Leanne asked densely as her husband approached. “John say’s that it would be better for my complexion if I was to walk around naked under the house lights. Then I wouldn’t get tan-lines over my tits.”
Ray sighed deeply and looked over at his grinning friend. He could hardly believe his wife had fallen for such a ridiculous line. But he realised quickly that John had the door open for him. If he wanted to he could just walk straight through it.
“Of course.” He said. “I’m sure I read something about that recently.
“Well, if you’re sure?” Leanne replied slowly.
“Very sure!” Ray exclaimed. He was desperately trying to keep his excitement in check. “And besides, there’s only one thing better than a beautiful woman in sexy underwear and that’s a beautiful woman OUT of her sexy underwear!”
“Absolutely right!” John agreed eagerly. “Come on, Leanne. Take it all off!”
“Oh, you boys!” Leanne exclaimed as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra-strap. “You’re always thinking about me!”
Both men watched as Leanne’s full breasts swung into view. John gasped when he saw how hard her nipples already were and how her breathing made her whole chest seem to heave. Leanne saw him looking and clearly felt she had to explain.
“Sorry, John. My nipples always seem to be like this. It’s as if I’m always horny!”
“Erm….no need to apologise,” John croaked. He was shocked at how distant and hollow his voice sounded. “What about the…er...panties as well?”
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Leanne chirped happily. She slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead causing her breasts to bounce up and down. “Silly me!”
As his now naked wife stepped out of the last vestiges of her clothing and stood before both men in the centre of the room, Ray watched his friends’ reaction. John seemed to be having trouble breathing as his eyes stared directly at Leanne’s pussy. Ray smiled. This was going better than he had expected but he wanted more. He wanted to realise his earlier vision of his wife and best friend having sex.
Suddenly, Leanne seemed to have an unexpected attack of conscience. Her hands dropped to cover her nether regions, covering her private area.
“Oh no.” She squealed. “I have those tan lines over my….”
“Over your pussy?” John asked in a strangled croak.
“Yes. From where I’ve been walking around in panties, I suppose.”
Suddenly John produced a tube of lip-salve from his pocket.
“What’s that?” Leanne asked.
