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My wife Carrie was always very conservative, prim and shy. Even after she reached forty she still had a stunning body, but only her doctor and me ever saw it. I loved her and lusted after her. I never wanted anyone else and it would have not been in my head that I could want anyone else to have her. Or so I thought.
Around the house she dressed conservatively. Out of the house was the same. Underneath she was impressive - large breasts with big button nipples, a narrow waist, shapely ass and great legs. Not that anyone saw anything above the knee.
Even on holiday abroad she made sure that her bikini was covering as much as possible. Topless was out of the question. Now and then I would try to persuade her to show a little more but she was never keen. The only time she was ever exposed outside of the bathroom or bedroom was in our enclosed back garden on a hot day, when she would work on a tan that no-one would ever see but me. Occasionally - maybe once a year - she might lie out in a bikini but she even insisted I put a lock on the gate at the side of the house in case a tradesman came round the back of the building.
Once when we were in Spain she was wearing a light summer dress - down to her ankles, of course - and the wind caught it and blew it up over her face, exposing her white cotton panties. It took a few seconds for her to bring the dress under control and Carrie laughed nervously as she recovered her modesty than went red-faced when she realised she had been ogled by several males. Meanwhile I was surprised to realised that there was a vague tingle in my cock. What was that about? Had I enjoyed other guys seeing her?
Things seemed to change when my younger brother came to stay. I didn't realise it at first but looking back, might have anticipated it. Then again, with such a wife, I would not have dreamt of what was going to happen.
Ray turned up unexpectedly on our doorstop one evening in early summer, just as it was starting to go dark. He looked shattered and he was carrying a suitcase.
"Hey, bro, what's this?" I said with foolish joviality, before inserting my foot firmly into my mouth. "Wife kicked you out?"
He said nothing but nodded.
"I'm sorry." I pulled him inside because he seemed rooted to the spot. "What happened?"
"There's someone else. She's been screwing this other guy."
And so he came to stay. His timing (or his ex-wife's timing) was fortunate. Our son had decided that he was remaining over at university for the summer and not coming home. So Ray moved into his room, with no discussion about how long it would be for.
Ray was one of those lovable losers, in my mind. He was in and out of jobs - mostly manual labour - while I was in a well-paid office job. He was the sort of guy who seemed to be due for a shave, always wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and his work had given him a decent body. But his latest marriage had only lasted a year.
He night he came to stay, I lay in bed with Carrie and we listened to him in the shower. I made a mental note to put a lock on the door. Carrie curled up close and I stoked her arm. "Do you mind Ray staying?" I asked.
"Of course not, poor chap." she said, making him sound more like seventy than forty. "What else could we do."
"I know, but I was looking forward to having the house to ourselves next week when we are both off work."
"You mean you fancied sex in the daytime. Sorry, Dave, but we took that time off so we could get jobs done. You need to paint the house."
It was true. Time off, but with too much to do.
I became aware that Carrie was gently chuckling.
"What's funny?"
"Do you remember when we helped Ray move house a few years ago and we found that photo?"
I did remember. We had been helping Ray shift his stuff and while he was out of the room we had found a wallet of photos. Carrie had started looking through them. The first few were of our wedding, then some holiday pictures. Then she had let out a gasp and started laughing. She showed me a photo of Ray, naked on his bed and holding his erect cock. It was large - certainly larger than mine - probably seven or eight inches.
Carrie had heard Ray returning so she had stuffed the photos back in the wallet and stifled her laughter. He was puzzled but didn't ask what had amused her. I doubted that she had ever seen another adult penis except mine. She had never mentioned the incident until now, and it was making her giggle again.
"I nearly got caught looking at his willy." she laughed.
"Well, a picture of it." I said.
"He's bigger than you, isn't he?"
I pretended not to have noticed. "Is he? A little bit, I suppose."
She reached down and squeezed my manhood. "Never mind. Don't be jealous."
"I'm not." I said.
But I was.
"I can make yours bigger, anyway." she laughed and started rubbing it. We made love and she was especially passionate.
I wondered about that.
The next day, Ray was up before us and in a surprisingly positive mood. He had a proposal.
"Dave, I know you are taking time off next week to work on the house. Why don't I give you a hand? I haven't much money to pay you rent or anything so that would be a way of repaying you while I'm getting my life sorted."
"Well, sounds great. You've done more of this than me. Wanna paint the window frames at the back of the house?"
"Sure, just point me at the paint and give me a brush. I'll start today."
And he did. When I came home that evening Ray had rubbed the frames down and primed them. Carrie was especially pleased. She had been nagging me to start this job for a couple of years.
That evening was warm as the summer finally seemed to arrive. We opened some beer and wine and had a few laughs. I was pleased that Ray was not outwardly depressed about his marriage failure.
We had all grown a bit sweaty by late evening and Carrie disappeared off to take a shower. I made another mental note to put a lock on the bathroom door.
"Does she mind me staying over like this." asked Ray.
"Of course not."
"It's just that I've always thought she doesn't really like me much."
I laughed. "No she's like that with everyone. Shy and reserved."
"That's okay then."
"She thinks you're cute, actually." It was true, although it must have been fifteen years since she had said it. I wondered why I had remembered it. In fact I wondered why I had said it now. Probably the beer. That was probably why I went on to talk about the picture.
"You know she once found a picture of your dick."
"What?"
"When we helped shift your stuff that time. She found a photo of you with a stiff one."
He put his hand over his mouth but laughed. "Woops. I thought I had burned them all. My ex-girlfriend took them. She kept some when we split up."
"Well Carrie saw it. She was embarrassed that you nearly caught her with it."
"Well, these days with the net and everything, she's probably seen other ones."
"I doubt it. She wouldn't go looking."
Ray had a grin a mile wide. He thought for a while, then said "So was she impressed?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. I didn't ask."
Carrie returned at that moment, wearing a thin dressing gown and smelling great. She looked wonderful. She poured a large glass of wine.
"What are you guys talking about?"
We looked at each other and laughed nervously.
"Well come on."
"Dave was telling me that you once found a photo of my dick."
I was a little shocked at Ray's openness but curious about how Carrie would respond.
She laughed and looked away to avoid his gaze. "That was years ago. I found it by accident. I only had a quick look and then put it back where I found it."
"You showed it me." I pointed out, although I don't know why I said it.
"Yes. It was funny."
"Funny?" said Ray in mock horror. "I thought it was pretty neat. Well my girlfriend did."
"It was okay." said Carrie. "Women aren't turned on by pictures like men are."
"I could show you the real thing." said Ray, pretending to reach for his fly.
Carrie laughed. If she hadn't had so much wine I suspect she would have been less relaxed. "I didn't mean that. I mean we are stimulated in other ways."
"What ways." said Ray with mock innocence.
Carrie shook her head. Even tipsy from the wine, she wasn't up for more flirting. "We've all had a little too much to drink. We won't be able to get up for work tomorrow."
"It's Friday." I reminded her. "But you're right. We should hit the sack."
Carrie showed she agreed by moving to get up from her chair. But the alcohol was clearly having an influence and she slipped, falling onto the floor. As she did so her dressing gown parted and exposed her legs right up to where her white panties could be clearly seen, especially by Ray who was sitting directly opposite. I felt that strange tingle in my dick again as I moved to help her up Ray moved too.
She was laughing in a slightly drunken way and as I pulled her to her feet she put an arm around each of our shoulders for support. Ray and I both put an arm round her to support her and for a moment I thought his hand had come so far round that it was cupping her breast. But maybe I was wrong.
We helped her to the foot of the stairs together then Ray left me to steer her up to bed. I called out goodnight, took her to the bedroom and pulled off her gown. I eased her onto the bed and pulled off the cotton panties that Ray had glimpsed. They were damp.
I stripped, climbed onto her and thrust hard into her moist pussy. It didn't take me long to cum. But what were those strange thoughts as I did so? Was I aroused by her flirting with Ray. By him seeing her underwear? By them talking about his cock?
Nothing much happened over the weekend except that Ray got a call about a job on a building site, which he had to start on Monday morning. So much for helping with the jobs.
Carrie kindly made him up some sandwiches and when we woke up he had already left for work. It was a wonderfully hot day, which was slightly bad news as I knew I would be expected to continue where Ray left off with the painting.
By mid-morning I was up a ladder and making a reasonable job of painting our windows. I heard a noise below and saw Carrie opening a sun-lounger with one hand while holding a glass of juice with the other.
"It's all right for some." I called out.
She stuck out a tongue in mock rudeness and streched out on the lounger. She was in a loose t-shirt which I realised was one of mine. She was wearing no shorts or skirt but the shirt was long enough to cover her panties.
I carried on with my work but a few minutes alter I realised Carrie had stripped off the t-shirt to reveal a blue bikini underneath. She looked great but I was surprised.
I gave a wolf whistle and she looked up with a smile. "Get on with your work, slave!"
