Brad lived with us for about 6 weeks before the plumbing was fixed and he could move back into his own apartment. According to Amanda they fucked at least 3 times a week after their first session.
After Brad moved out their opportunities to fuck weren't as frequent, but apparently they did get together a often as possible. Usually it was at our house in our bed. This way Amanda didn't have to worry about doing something with the baby.
I was actually fucking Amanda as much if not more than before Brad moved in. So I wouldn't have anything to complain about. Usually Amanda was asleep when I would get home from work so our sex life was only on the nights I didn't work. I do remember that she was a little loose and sloppy the few times when we fucked after I got home from work late.
Another event with Brad that I was informed of started out like most days. I was getting ready for work and Amanda was braless. She was past the nursing phase so her boobs were a little smaller, but they were more mobile than before we had kids. Braless wasn't unusual around the house and I always enjoyed watching her boobs wrestling around inside her blouse. Not only was she braless, she was wearing a sleeveless tank top that displayed an almost unrestricted view of her boobs. It was loose enough to allow plenty of mobility for her boobs. It had a deep neckline and open arm holes that provided a lovely view whenever she would lean forward or bend over. I didn't catch on but she was often wearing this shirt when I went to work. Seeing her bending over to pick up toys made me want to skip work that evening, but there was no such thing as sick leave for me and we needed the money.
As I was leaving Brad pulled up. I talked to him outside for a bit then I took off. Since he had lived with us, it wasn't unusual for him to show up periodically for a home cooked meal. On nights I didn't work we would also do homework, on nights I did work it would be for a meal. Apparently it was also for an evening of fucking.
With the baby still awake, the first part of the evening would consist of dinner, a little TV, washing the dishes, and getting the baby ready for bed. Brad helped out. His help also included watching Amanda as she would purposely bend over for Brad. He would also come up behind her and reach around and caress her boobs. Often he'd slide his hands inside the arm holes of her shirt for bare access especially to her nipples.
Doing the dishes by hand with Brad usually meant that Amanda's shirt would end up getting wet and with the white t-shirt she often wore, the inevitable would happen, the shirt became pretty much invisible and all that was underneath was revealed. This even happened occasionally when I was home, especially if Brad was there. Amanda never seemed phased, in fact she acted like she wasn't even aware of what was happening. I never mentioned it because I enjoyed the show. I did notice Brad watching her but I figured of course he enjoys it, what guy wouldn't!
On this particular night while I was at work, Amanda and Brad did the dishes after the baby went to sleep, this typically allowed them uninterrupted time for their particular brand of foreplay. However on this night before the dishes were finished our neighbor, Art knocked on the door. Art's wife Judy was a nurse at the local hospital and she worked rotating shifts. This particular evening she was working the night shift which roughly matched my evening schedule. When Art knocked he was coming over to return some tool that I had loaned him. Amanda, without thinking, went to answer the door with her wet transparent shirt on. Art was stunned!
As he mumbled a few words about returning the tool and tried not to look at Amanda's boobs, Amanda realized what she'd done. Oh well it was too late now! She apologized to Art and invited him in for a quick beer (Art and Judy had two kids of their own and Art couldn't stay too long even though the kids were asleep). He accepted the beer and sat down on the couch. Amanda and Brad finished the dishes and came in and joined Art for some inconsequential conversation. Brad sat in the recliner and Amanda sat next to Art on the couch. Art couldn't help himself, he kept glancing sideways at Amanda's boobs.
We had been neighbors for over almost two years and I'm sure Art was well aware that Amanda had big boobs and I imagine he'd even seen her braless boobs swaying inside her shirt when she was hanging out the laundry, but I doubt he ever thought he'd get a view like this. Amanda noticed him looking and made an effort to bounce and swing them around whenever possible. This wasn't lost on Brad or Art. They were clearly getting turned on.
Art finished his beer and announced he needed to check on his kids. Amanda bent over as she stood up from her chair to give him a good look down her shirt at her bare boobs and walked him to the door (about five steps) with her boobs jiggling and said, "go check on them and hurry back". He agreed and was back in less than five minutes.
He announced the kids were fine and he'd opened a window so he could hear them if they woke up. The houses were close to each other and this was a technique we'd used many times when we'd get together and it worked well. When Art left Brad moved over to the couch next to Amanda. This left the recliner for Art. It also made it easier for Art to keep an eye on Amanda's boobs. They continued their conversion, however Amanda now tucked her legs up on the couch which left a little gap around the leg of her shorts. This wasn't missed by Art and it was probably intentional on Amanda's part.
Art was having trouble deciding on what to watch, boobs or crotch. As Amanda squirmed under his gaze, the view up her shorts would get better for a little then it would close down for a little. This was stirring up Art. Finally Amanda moved to where the view was clear and unrestricted up the leg of her shorts. Art gasped as he realized Amanda didn't have any panties on.
