The invitation was surprising to me. I'd known them for several years and we'd worked at the same firm. But I didn't really expect an outside social contact. I will admit to hoping for one, but never expected.
Margaret wrote and asked for my cell number, but since we live close by I just thought there might some neighborly assistance needed or something. When she called and asked me to dinner I imagined a party but she said I was their only guest. I was liking it already.
I should mention that there has always been a sexual tension between Margaret and myself. Never anything overt at all. We work for a very proper firm. But there were sidelong glances, loose blouse buttons, unnecessary touches and that sort of thing. It had been going on for the six years we'd worked together and got more intense during the three years that I worked in close daily contact with her. I had recently moved to another corporate location in the area and hadn't had the chance to see her for a while, so while telling myself I was crazy to hope what I was hoping, I was also able to realize how nice it would be to see her again - and her husband Stan too. He worked with us there for a while, but had since retired.
I should point out here; this is not your "everybody is a beautiful 20 something porn star" type of story. All three of us are currently in our 50's and Stan and I are nothing to write home about. Like most middle aged American guys, there is some "gut" to deal with. Stan has really achieved greatness in the gut department. I like to think I'm keeping it in control, but what do I know? Margaret is very nice looking with a great body, but not a model type. She has a nice face and at somewhere under 5 foot she's very small; except for her breasts. I'm not even a "breast man" and I appreciate and respect them. Big enough to be too big but not so big as to inhibit function. I absolutely love small females so Margaret has always appealed to me. I have had quite a few unprofessional thoughts about her, even at work. I decided I would go to their house and look for opportunities to be aggressive and assertive. I was going to make my best attempt to live my fantasy.
So I accepted the invitation and showed up on time. I pulled through from their side entrance into the drive so my car was facing out the front entrance. Stan was in the garage with the door open – tinkering I suppose. I walked in and said Hi to Stan and he said to go on in because Margaret was expecting me. That's an odd way to put it, but it was his choice. I did go on in.
She was in the kitchen whirling about. As I came up behind her I realized she was wearing a black shear blouse with a black bra underneath and a very nice pair of jeans, with nice heels. She was just getting up from putting something in the oven when I walked in the room and, spinning on her heels, she wobbled a little and since I was passing right behind her at the time I put my hand in the small of her back just as she lost even more balance. In order to keep her from falling I caught her. I used by right hand and essentially grabbed her left breast. Hey, it was in the right spot.
After stabilizing her, I didn't let go of her breast. It felt SO good. And remember I'm not a breast man. She stayed right there with me and didn't fight an instant. I just kept rubbing and feeling through the fabric.
"I just want to make sure you're stable and not going to fall again." I said.
She came back with, "I'm plenty stable now but if you keep doing that I'll be weak in the knees and lose all that stability."
I kept on, but said, "So you want me to stop?"
"No, god no" she said. "I love it. Please don't stop."
"Aren't you afraid your knees will get weak and you'll drop to your knees? Right there in front of me." I asked?
"I'd like that," She replied.
Still feeling and rubbing I said, "Interesting thing about these shear blouses, they always have strategically placed pockets, and they KNOW everyone is going to wear a nice bra underneath. The pocket would hide what needs hiding so why wear a bra? Or why have pockets? Or both? I imagine the fabric would feel very nice against the skin and with as sensitive as that area is, it would make a blouse like this any girls' favorite."
"Well it might be too sensitive for some situations." She suggested.
"But you're not going to wear this blouse in those situations, are you? When you wear this blouse you want to be seen, don't you?" I asked with a wink.
Looking away from me a little she said, "Yes. I do."
"I like that in a girl." I said, and with unbuttoned the top button so I could reach inside and slide my hand into her bra. Her nipple was so hard it was easy to find so I began fingering it.
Her reaction was beautiful. She gasped as I slid my had in her bra, watching in fascination. When I found her nipple, her head tipped back a bit and her eyes closed. I took that opportunity to lean down to kiss her. My god did she ever kiss back! The passion and desperation were palpable and she was breathing hard immediately. It was an awkward position and my arm began to wear down so I broke off the kiss and she opened her eyes and looked at me. I knew right then I was going to fuck her that night.
I continued playing with her nipple but I said, "you know if you want to be seen you need to go take off that bra. You know it will feel better, don't you think so?"
With a smile she said, "oh yes, definitely. But I can't move with your hand there. To be honest I don't want to move with your hand there."
I told her, "we have all night. Do you think Stan will be a problem?"
She said, " We've discussed this possibility for years. Believe me he loves the idea. Will it bother you if he watches?"
I was floored! All this time I'd been thinking about taking her in front of him and they were thinking the same thing. I was so glad I decided to be aggressive that night.
"I would love to have him watch – as long as he doesn't get in the way."
"He won't. You're in charge." She said. "Of everything."
"I said, "Well in that case I'll expect to be addressed as 'Sir.' How does that sound to you?"
"Yes SIR. Sounds great SIR." she said, emphasizing the "SIRS" with a smile.
Then I said "I've already told you to remove that bra." Here I slid my hand out of her bra. Her face fell. I rubbed each breast a quick rub and then slid my hand down the front of her. I grabbed the button of the waistband of her jeans with my fingers and jiggled it a little, and then proceeded (still outside the pants) down to her crotch. Rubbing there perked her up again. I could feel the moisture through her jeans. I knew she was already dripping wet. I got more energetic in order to ensure it was felt through the fabric and used my fingers hard on the spot I knew her pussy to be. The reaction was again great.
