As mentioned in Part 1, this story is largely true; but with names changed for obvious reasons. I hope that this part and the subsequent Part 3 will be enjoyed.
I thank very much those who have taken the trouble to express either their appreciation or their sensible criticism relating to Part 1. Your remarks have been taken on board, have been carefully considered and are very much appreciated.
I have taken the advice of a fellow contributor to Literotica, who himself kindly took the time to read Part 1 and comment on it. He also offered sensible suggestions relating to my earlier remarks about a certain type of 'critic' - the one who submits gratuitous castigation or insult without any sensible attempt at constructive suggestion.
As a result, I propose to delete any such 'offerings', particularly the ones which express intolerance of those whose choices do not concur with their own -- together with the few whom I consider to be gratuitously insulting.
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Some months later, I rang home before going into a late meeting at work. I asked Maggie to pass on my apologies to Phil when he called around to the house shortly - I'd forgotten that I had arranged to meet him there to discuss various matters to be dealt with during my impending week-long absence from the office. I felt bad that I would be late and would have to keep him waiting.
She assured me that it really wouldn't matter if I were behind time, since she'd entertain him until I came home. I could just discern from her voice that she'd had an early evening drink and fleetingly thought she might perhaps have had sufficient to let down her inhibitions.
Like a guilty schoolgirl, she played down any suspicions I might have had as she hesitantly explained that she really wanted more time to chat with Phil. She wanted to get to know him better away from the work environment - to see how he felt about his role in the office and to generally sound him out. She thought he would open up more if I wasn't there.
My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on; just the same as when we occasionally fantasised together in bed.
'Sounds like you'll probably be an hour or so yet anyway darling - so really, don't worry about us. I'll explain everything to Phil".
I reluctantly went on to the meeting and although wanting to dwell on what might happen at the house during my absence, I had to concentrate on business in hand and the thought was forced from my mind.
In the event, I finished a little earlier than expected. Immediately after I had left the meeting and was driving home, my mind once more wondered about the situation. Would Phil really dare trying to seduce my haughty little wife? Whilst the thought certainly turned me on, I was far from decided on how I would feel about the possible threat to my marriage.
That is, until walking around the path from our barn and on to the lawn, I noticed through the partially open living room curtains that they were sitting opposite each other on the floor, cross-legged in front of the fire and about four feet apart. They were both fully dressed and from their laughing demeanour, they seemed to have been involved in light conversation for some time.
Surprisingly, my only immediate reaction was one of mild disappointment that nothing appeared to have happened. Equally, it was obvious that neither of them had heard my car in the drive.
Unaccountably, I felt a frisson of anticipation and wanted to see more; but the angle through the window was too difficult to make out any detail. Noticing that the window on another wall was likely to offer a better view, I surreptitiously crept around the house with little shame and stood where I could see to advantage. The window was open at the top and its curtains only partially closed; so once in place, I found that I could not only see better but could also hear their conversation against the still of the evening.
From my new position I could see them sitting side on to me and Phil was staring at Maggie, a slight flush rising up his neck. She was returning Phil's gaze with a quizzical look, her head on one side and the merest vestige of a sexy grin on her face. Her mouth was slightly open and in between puffing distractedly at a cigarette, she periodically flicked the end of her tongue nervously across her lips. I noticed a spiral of smoke rising from the ashtray, where Phil's cigarette had obviously been burning away un-attended for some time.
She was in a pair of hipster jeans; and wearing a thin Cashmere jumper that showed off the shape of her breasts beautifully. Despite the protective layer of black bra' beneath, the outlines of her hardened nipples were standing out deliciously against the material, . She was obviously aroused over something; and sitting on the floor like that in front of Phil, she looked so sexy and vulnerable that it took all my will power not to charge in and tear the clothes off her myself.
After a while, he seemed to pluck up sufficient courage to say whatever he had been thinking. He stiffened slightly and without shifting his stare, said quietly but very firmly,
"Put your cigarette down Maggie".
Surprisingly, she did so and as she turned back to face him, his arms reached out towards her. I could just hear him as he whispered,
''Come over here'. His face was now very flushed. The moment of truth.
She coloured up too; but did not move initially; and I could sense her indecision. He beckoned again gently with upturned palms and his hands were trembling. After a second or so, she slid a few inches across the floor towards him, until his outstretched hands came into contact with the bottom of her jumper.
She continued to smile questioningly through her eyebrows at him and his determined stare never strayed from her face.
