Chapter One: Temptation
It was always amusing to watch the sensual way in which Joanne acted when speaking to Danny. It was clear that she liked him a lot, and even more clear that she was getting a certain sexual pleasure out of the flirtation. At least that is the way I had thought of it in the past few years, as Danny had grown from adolescence to a twenty something young man. He seemed rather shy and probably that was the thing that made Joanne spend so much time with him when we visited our card-playing friends, Bill and Janet Edwards. She had a huge soft spot in her heart for strays and outcasts. Joanne, now in her early forties, has a motherly instinct about such young men.
Perhaps she would not be able to call it that, but it was really flirting. I saw nothing wrong in that either. After all, flirting is quite a pleasurable pastime, and no harm was being done. I could see that Danny was more or less smitten with her attention. It would be strange indeed if he were not also sexually excited by her attentions. More than once I had noticed a bulge in his pants after one of their chats.
Lately I had been observing more closely. I noticed how frequently she would seek him out during our visits; how she smiled and touched his arm to make a point. Or put her hand on his knee, telling him some little joke; perhaps cajoling him to find himself a permanent girl friend, the way women seem to do.
"Oh, Mrs. Williams, you know there is no one but you for me, don't you?" I heard him saying. She laughed and punched his shoulder playfully.
Danny was not really all that smooth; in fact I thought of him as a bit rough. But Joanne had always liked him and tried to draw him out. Actually, the only time I had seen him smile was during these conversations with my wife. He never had anything to say to me, and was sort of clumsily sullen when seen around town. Still, he was a big, muscular, good-looking guy in an unusual way. Some people are homely in an attractive way, if you know what I mean. That was Danny. Joanne thought he was "cute."
I had also noticed that Joanne dressed a little more carefully when we were coming to visit the Edwards. She always put on her best perfume, dabbing a little between her generous breasts and then stooping to touch some behind her knee. I was amused earlier tonight, for example, that she showered and then carefully stood over her panty drawer and picked carefully, ending with matching white panties and bra from Victoria's Secret and new, very sheer pantyhose from Hanes. Since I was the ultimate beneficiary of all this silky pleasure late at night when we came home, I certainly had no objection and observed silently.
I watched her with a growing erection as she bent over to step into the satin panties. I could just see the plump lips of her pussy pouting in the crease of her body. A few dark curls peaked out sexily around the smiling lips, tempting me. She swept the panties up swiftly, too swiftly for my pleasure, and I watched as they caught for just a moment as she tugged them over the voluptuous spread of her hips. The panties slipped snuggly into place, leaving me staring through the flat-topped arch formed by her thighs and the panel of the pretty panties.
My erection grew as she slipped her arms into the loops of the lacy bra and shrugged it loosely onto her shoulders. Her shoulders were straight and proud and looked sensual with the straps of the bra hanging loosely, waiting for her hands to fix the clasp. The awkward stretch to reach the clasp, softened and turned sensual by bending forward to let the full roundness of her breasts drop into the cups. I watched as she ran her hand under the cups and lifted them slightly as she stood erect.
She turned to the side and sat down on the little bench. My eyes took in the pleasure of her breasts, as she slipped one arm into the leg of the sheer new pantyhose, eyeing its perfection. She rolled it slowly down into a manageable loop and reached forward to begin the ungainly task of pulling the nylon up her pretty leg. The task was repeated with the other leg and she stood to tug the roll of nylon up over the soft roundness of her bottom. Turning away again, I watched as the sheer nylon covered the white panty, spanning her bottom and making it look even more delectable. Something about the look of panties enhanced with the effect of pantyhose smoothing and molding her bottom, made my mouth water with desire. Somehow, that sight has always been sensual in the extreme, like one of those beautiful buffet tables in a fancy restaurant. I could have quite happily eaten her right then.
But, Joanne's sensible rebuke had held me off. "We're already late; we should go!" she said as my hands slipped up her legs along the taut nylon and explored the cheeks of her bottom. "I think I need a slip with this dress, don't I?" she said absently, not waiting for an answer.
She had brushed her skirt down away from my groping hands and swirled across the room to find a crisp white half-slip. She stood looking in the mirror as she slipped it up under the dress and then aligned the slit in the slip with the slit in the dress. Her legs looked healthy and full as she examined herself in the mirror, checking how much leg was revealed through the slit. Just right, about half way up her thigh.
"Shall we go, then?"
"You never want to do anything I want to do." I whined, half joking.
"You have a one track mind." Her lip curled in mock derision. Women have the upper hand you know; they can make men shrink back with the simplest hint that our sexual cravings and peccadilloes are silly or childish or on some lower level. We are all considered so macho and aggressive, but, really, it ain't so! I docilely followed along and we drove to Bill's house, a few minutes away.
There were only the two couples playing tonight and our conversation was happy and freewheeling as the card game continued. I found myself paying curious attention to Joanne flirting with Danny while she was 'dummy' and on her way to refresh our drinks.
"Your play, Jack, we've got your ass you know."
Bill jolted me back to the game. After playing the losing card, my eye strayed again over my shoulder to note the slit in Joanne's skirt as she sat on the edge of the ottoman, facing Danny. The taut nylon gleamed in the light, luscious in hue and contrasting nicely with a hint of the lacy slip underneath. Her hand teased her thigh, attracting attention to the beauty.
Joanne refreshrf our drinks and stood watching over my shoulder as I pondered our fate in the game. It occurred to me that she might be a little ahead of herself on drinks tonight as she wobbled slightly against me. While Bill pondered my lead, I let my hand slip secretly under Joanne's skirt and trailed up the firm, yet soft expanse of thigh under her pantyhose. My hand slipped higher until my palm was on her hip and my wrist settled against the silken sensation of her ass. I contrived to drag the skirt with my hand , giving Danny a view of the white panties veiled by the rich colored nylon of the pantyhose.
Joanne stiffened slightly. I could almost feel her mind working, realizing that I was exposing her long legs and her pretty bottom. She paused though, not moving, not pushing my hand away. Bill played, and to my surprise, Joanne leaned forward to play a card from the dummy.
There was a catch in her voice as she said, "This one, dear, surely."
"Ah, yes, sure," I replied.
For a moment, I enjoyed the way the nylon slipped over her panties under my caress, and then slowly dropped her skirt back in place. Surprisingly, I won the hand. But also, I thought that I had learned something about my wife.
I pondered what had happened. Joanne had, I was certain, known that I had exposed her in a way that treated Danny to a view of panties and pantyhose enhancing her bottom and lovely legs. But, she paused a bit too long to be accidental, and allowed the display to continue. Unusual for Joanne, since she is normally rather modest and almost never given to flaunting her sensual good looks.
While I was certain she knew how I had exposed her, she gave no hint of it, sitting across from me now, sorting her cards. Or perhaps she did. Her face was slightly flushed and she was talking a little bit faster than normal. I was equally certain that she had enjoyed it, or enjoyed the thought of the thrill it would have given to Danny. I decided to draw her out on this interesting phenomenon. Certainly, she will never mention it herself. Our sexual play and occasional sexual fantasies were always suggested by me. She enjoyed a full variety of sexual activities and usually was receptive to my proposed "fun and games" but would never suggest any herself. She would agree reluctantly to my fantasy games but usually engage enthusiastically once we had started. This feigned reluctance, of course, made me hesitant at times.
Our sex had become a little lackluster lately, lacking some of its earlier excitement. After twenty years of marriage, some would expect that as normal, but that thought didn't make me feel any better. I could use some ways of injecting excitement into it again.
"Well we made a good showing on that one! Thanks to my help!" Joanne said.
Was the double entendre' intended, I wondered, looking at her over my glasses. A small smile crossed my lips, but she gave no hint, no response. Maybe she had not noticed the display after all.
The next time Joanne was dummy, she left the table once again. There was a large mirror just opposite me and I could observe her approaching Danny as he lay sprawled in a chair before the TV.
"We have to find you some nice girl to marry, you know that? Your mother wants grandchildren, you know!" It was one of her standard little jokes with Danny. "Are you getting serious with any of them yet?"
Danny's shy reply was quiet and muffled.
"You tell him, Joanne, he won't listen to me," Janet called to her without looking up. "I'm afraid he will be around here when he's forty!"
"You feed him too well, Janet! Why should he move out when he gets all this service and good food too?"
It was good-natured goading and Danny had been hearing it from them for a long time. He remained sprawled in the chair, legs wide apart, grinning up at her.
But then, she did something that took on a new meaning to me. Joanne strode forward and, standing between his legs, she pointed one finger to his exposed belly button and made a tickling motion.
"Hey! No!" he smilingly screamed.
His hands caught hers and kept her from tickling him. He held onto her hand. I thought that I noticed her thigh pressing against his as she caught her balance. She stood smiling above him and let him hold her hand a little too long. Trailing her finger out of his grip, she returned to the table. It was really quite an intimate thing; to stand between the large denim covered thighs of this hulk of a youngster and look down on his prone body. I was sure that she was fully aware of the sensuality of it.
"Danny, you are such a catch! I'm surprised one of those cute little girls hasn't nailed you down by now." Her face seemed flushed and a large smile of excitement lit up her face as she sat down with us.
"Don't be nice to him, Joanne, he'll move in with you guys!" Bill smiled over at his son.
Joanne laughed and beamed over at Danny with an affectionate smile.
I stared carefully at her. Did that flush suffusing her face mean an extreme sexual arousal? I thought that if I could have slipped my hand between her warm thighs right now, I would get an extremely moist reception.
Bill and Janet waved us away as I backed down the drive and headed down the street. My musing over my wife's newfound sexuality continued. Or perhaps this was just the first time I had noticed it. I wondered.
"What is Danny planning to do?" I asked innocently. "Is he working?"
"It's too bad. He was just laid off again. He thinks he may get back on construction next week, though." Joanne stared pensively off into the beams of the headlights as they swept the tree-lined street.
Neither of us spoke for a while.
"I think they are starting to wonder if he'll ever leave home. I guess I would too, if I were them." I tried again.
"Yes." She said noncommittally. "Such a nice boy." She continued, a little wistfully.
Again there was a long pause.
"God, he's such a big guy now. That heavy labor has really built him into a hulk."
"Yes,.. you mean a HUNK!" Joanne giggled, a little self-consciously.
I tugged her closer and slipped my hand between her thighs, caressing the smooth nylon and feeling her warmth. It was strange that I could feel my heart pounding, increasing its pace. I took a deep breath, not certain what it was that I found exciting about it.
"Hmmm, turns you on, does he?"
"What? Oh, don't be silly. Just nice to see him growing up so well, that's all."
"Sure? I thought I detected a crush developing." I persisted.
"Oh, Jack, the things you think of! For God's sake! Don't be silly."
