Tim Roberts was a large man.
Though after years of knowing him, Steve didn't pay much mind to his 6'-3", 240 pound frame. He was somewhat hairy, hardened thick, and certainly physically imposing at first glance. It didn't take long for one to realize, however, that his hulking presence was merely a facade. At his core he was a warm, welcoming, and jovial man. He was 45 years of age, making him nearly 10 years older than Steve. He was also a rugged man, but despite some signs of weathering and wrinkling on his face, Tim maintained a youthful glow.
Today, however, Tim's body language was weaker than normal. Steve had to admit it was for good reason. Tim's house had recently burned down. Well, not exactly burned down - but a disastrous fire had destroyed much of it. Having no family in the state, and having no time to really deal with hotel accommodations - Steve kindly invited Tim to stay with he and his wife, Stephanie. Tim had arrived with two large suitcases, but he'd also arrived without much of his usual positivity.
"I really appreciate this Steve." Tim spoke, somewhat solemnly and devoid of his usual jovial tone. He was legitimately depressed over his circumstance - but also genuinely thankful that Steve had stepped up to help him out. Tim's restoration contractors had anticipated a mere three weeks until they'd have his home back in livable condition. It was a very costly, expedited schedule.
"Dude. It's nothing. Steph and I both feel terrible that you're having to deal with this." Steve paused as he spoke, attempting to further assuage Tim's fears of imposing. "Besides, we have the space. Come on in."
While extremely welcoming on the outside, internally, Steve wasn't quite as carefree. There was something inherently awkward about having your boss stay at your home. Especially for the extended time period that Tim would likely be residing for. A night or two was one thing, a few weeks to a month - entirely different. He shook the negative thoughts from his mind, reminding himself that Tim wasn't just his "boss." While technically accurate, Steve would probably first describe Tim as a friend. They had grown very close over their years together at the small construction company.
Tim smiled warmly, walking into the home with the two large suitcases in hand. "I hope you and Steph are ready to keep me in check. I'm a terrible house guest."
Steve's main motivation for allowing Tim the residence was that of basic human compassion. As mentioned, Tim didn't have any family in the area, nor did his homeowners insurance cover displacement. Steve would not soon forget the distraught look on Tim's face when he had received the call from the fire department dispatcher. In addition to the basic moral obligation that Steve felt, there were secondary reasons as well. He knew that if Tim had to pony up the expense for a month at a high end hotel, he'd be hurting even worse financially than he already was. Steve also knew that loss would most likely show up in the form of reduced bonuses or cut hours for himself and the other employees. He was a loyal man, and he felt it was in his best interest to help Tim out in any way he could.
Steve ushered Tim in to the living room, giving him the lay of the land as he spoke. "You'll have the entire downstairs to yourself. The only time we really come down here is to grab something from the kitchen." He paused, correcting myself, "Or maybe when Steph is having one of her midnight cravings. She likes to sneak down here for some chocolate." He smirked, "Usually in a state of undress."
Tim smiled, "She doesn't like to go topless, does she?" he replied, in joking fashion. He immediately regretted the comment. Normally this sort of exchange was customary between the two of them, but he quickly realized it was inappropriate timing considering all Steve was doing to accommodate him. "Ah, shit... I'm sorry Steve." Tim scratched his head nervously, continuing "I should probably cut my shit for awhile."
In actuality, the joke wasn't out of place. Stephanie's tits were a constant source of teasing among all three of them. Stephanie had spectacular breasts, natural double D's that hung proudly and youthfully, seemingly defying the laws of physics. Steve wasn't at all offended by his boss's comment. It actually made him recall the night years ago, when the elephant in the room (her incredible bust) was first discussed.
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"Steve. You know I love you, so what I'm about to say, I say with love." Tim offered, between sips of his Miller Lite. It was true that he had grown close to Steve. He was close with all his employees, but there was an earnestness to Steve that Tim was particularly fond of.
"How in the hell did you land such a smoking hot wife?"
Steve, having had a few himself, could only laugh at the comment. A part of him wondered how Tim had gone so long without a mention of his wife's "talent". Tim, and basically any man who saw Stephanie, couldn't help but gawk at her. Especially at her fantastic chest.
"High school sweethearts, boss." Steve replied, the 'boss' was levied with heavy sarcasm, intending to annoy Tim. In reality, Steve was immensely proud of his wife, and contrary to their early years of dating - lately, for some inexplicable reason, he enjoyed seeing men stumble over her.
"Man, stop calling me boss." Tim replied with a laugh, continuing. "Don't get me wrong. You aren't an ugly guy, it's just - Those tits man!" His face grew flush, suddenly realizing he may have taken the jesting too far with his employee.
Steve took in in stride, or rather, in pride. "I know buddy. I'm a lucky guy." He took his own swig of beer, adding. "You can look all you want, but the touching is for me Timothy." This time he called him Timothy, in another effort to annoy. Happy hour had taken its toll on both men.
Tim laughed again, "Fucking asshole. Don't call me Timothy either."
Steve truly wasn't bothered by Tim's comment. He knew how lucky he was, and how spectacular his wife's tits, and everything else, were. As Tim mentioned, Steve wasn't an unattractive guy, but he wasn't a stud either. He knew he was more or less an ordinary dude, physically. He was a hair over 5'-9", and certainly didn't equal his wife when it came to sexual endowments. He looked forward to teasing Stephanie about the revelation when he returned home later that night. After all - Steve enjoyed getting a rise out of her, and knew the comment from his boss would make her blush.
"Tim thinks you have great tits." Steve clumsily blurted, almost as soon as he walked in the door.
Stephanie had been washing the dishes, and looked up in amused surprise. It was clear her husband was quite tipsy. She sighed, another happy hour with Steve and his boss. She was strangely intrigued by the prospect of being their topic of discussion, though. It wasn't the first time someone had complimented her breasts. However, she quickly found that this instance tickled her in a different way. To Stephanie, Tim was an exceedingly masculine man, and he was also her husbands boss. Naturally, this piqued her interest more than the typical passerby.
She blushed. "You think everyone loves my tits." She tried to downplay the comment - but ultimately wanted to know where it came from.
Steve retold the bar conversation, to his wife's surprising arousal. She loved Steve, and they had a good sex life, but she couldn't help but enjoy the thought of her husbands boss lusting over her. What red blooded woman doesn't appreciate when her body is noticed, especially by such a masculine man? What she didn't immediately realize, was that her husband seemed to get a kick out of it as well. Steve found himself excited by Tim's admission, to his own surprise. Further, he found himself beginning to encourage Stephanie to flaunt her cleavage more and more, especially when Tim was around.
"Just tease the poor bastard." Steve smirked, as Stephanie slipped into a revealing dress weeks later. She was surprised by her husbands recent suggestions, but admitted the game was a fun way of spicing things up for the long married couple.
It was a construction awards event. Tim had asked that Steve and Stephanie attend with him, his own date having coming down with an illness just days prior. Stephanie allowed her bust to hang low most of the evening. As usual, she noticed Tim's open stares. Towards the end of the night, and after several glasses of wine, she brazenly decided to call him on it.
"You know Tim. My eyes are actually up here." She draped her finger across the top of her breasts as she said it, and then pointed upwards to her face.
It was a bold faced call-out. Both Steve and Tim's eyes shot wide open.
To his credit, Tim owned it with poise. Although both husband and wife did notice a hint of redness appear on his face. He threw back a swig of his cocktail, "In my defense, I would argue that it's impossible not to look at those things. They're spellbinding." He glanced at Steve for reassurance, and for confirmation that he wasn't upset by the conversation. "Help me out here, Steve."
Stephanie smiled, and Steve couldn't help but laugh, but all three of them were suddenly feeling a foreign sense of excitement. It was a mild excitement, but it was new for all three of them.
Stephanie looked towards her husband. "Spellbinding huh? Well that's a word I've never heard to describe them."
Tim interjected, "Trust me it's a compliment." And Stephanie replied, sensing his unease.
"Not to worry, Tim. Steve already told me that you liked them." She glanced down at her own bust, squeezing her arms together in playful fashion, making her cleavage pop even further upwards for a moment. She felt a sudden heat between her legs. It was undeniably exciting to draw attention to her bust in the presence of Tim. If Steve hadn't been aware of the proceedings, she would have never acted so provocatively. However since Steve seemed to encourage her teasing, she was feeling a sort of playful excitement from it all. After all, people looked at her tits all the time, what was really the problem with drawing attention to them for once?
From that evening forward the three of them would often tease about Stephanie's breasts. Maybe at a holiday party, or a happy hour gathering, a comment would slip out from Tim, or from even from Stephanie. Sometimes Steve would brag to Tim, showing him pictures of her in swimming suits, or low cut tops. It was an admittedly atypical dynamic between an employee, his wife, and his boss - but it seemed totally harmless to the three of them.
