Readers: A near completely fictional account told in the first person. There is a very slight component of this account based on a friend's experience. Enjoy the fantasy. That's why this site rocks!
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"Seriously, Jake. She just kind of likes to flirt. Besides, you should take it as a compliment."
My wife, Janet, was referring to our neighbor that lived two houses down from us, Loni Bell. She and her husband, Gene, had moved into our upper-class neighborhood 5 years ago and we hit it off from the beginning.
"Flirting can be harmless," I said in partial agreement, "but it seems like she's been pouring it on a little heavier lately. I'm sure you've had to notice."
"Jake, she's harmless. She's become my best friend in the past few years and I don't think she has it in her to betray me."
Loni is an attractive blonde. She has naturally wavy hair that reaches past her shoulders, and a beautiful face highlighted with a broad smile and light green eyes. Like Janet, she is only slightly overweight. Her breasts are a B cup, but I've always looked at them with lust, and a desire to see them.
Janet is shorter (5 ft. 2 in.) with larger breasts. I've always loved her breasts because even at 47 years old, her larger C cups are still reasonably perky and her nipples will get rock hard and protrude half an inch with only the slightest provocation.
Janet has very dark brown hair that barely covers the back of her neck. When I first met her in our freshman year in college, it was her nice tits and curvy hips that caught my attention. Yes, she's attractive, that's for sure, but it wasn't her face that I stared at the most.
Janet had her teaching degree by the time she was 24 and was teaching high school math and algebra immediately. She's still employed by the same high school. She had our only child, a son, when she was 26. He's currently in college in Missouri, living with my sister that lives in Springfield. He seems to enjoy that part of the country and we don't envision him moving back to Southern California after he graduates.
I have been a mortgage broker for the past 20 years, with my own business in the past 12 years. It's been a very profitable living and I've managed to hire a couple of very reliable broker to work under me and I am now able to enjoy weekends off and early Monday golf dates.
Gene Bell has been a successful CPA for over 25 years. I first met him when he and Loni moved down the street. Loni and Janet have known each other for over 15 years. Loni was a history teacher at the same high school as Janet. Although they have known each other that long, it wasn't until she and Gene moved into the neighborhood that the two of them became the best of friends.
Six years ago, Loni left her teaching career behind and began working at home as a day trader. She believes that she has truly found her calling.
Loni is a natural at it. She's very intelligent and a friend of hers encouraged her to try it. She aced it. She learned market tendencies and had more than doubled her annual income as a teacher. Not only that, she absolutely loved doing it. She had helped us with a few investments that had served her well. She had been a good friend in that regard as well.
One other thing about Loni that I admired was that she was one of the most positive and upbeat people that I've ever met. She was seldom in a sullen mood. She also had a great sense of humor and could tell an off-color joke as well as any guy. Since I had a similar sense of humor and a legitimate interest in her career, we often would end up in private conversations when the four of us were together.
In fact, she spent quite a bit of time explaining to me the various nuances of her job. I learned that the more volatile that the stock market was, it became an opportunity for her to make quick investments while prices were low. She would often sell that same stock high the very same day. She spent as much time reading online periodicals and studying market tendencies than she did in actual trading. Yes, some days weren't as prosperous as others. In fact, some days she lost money. Yet the overall reward far exceeded the minimal losses...and a far better living that teaching school would ever be.
Still, the thought of Loni coming over again made me uncomfortable. In the past few weeks, she had been wearing low-cut or very loose-fitting tops, with the subsequent easy peeks down her blouse. The first couple of times, I thought were just incidental, but it became obvious, at least to me, that these glances were being given to me with the express purpose of letting me get a look.
I knew for a fact, last week, when she caught me staring down her blouse. There was no way that I could pretend that I wasn't really looking. Rather than be upset at me, or openly reprimanding me, she smiled. Not only that, I was given a few more looks that evening.
The four of us got together as often as we could on Saturday evenings for dinner and either a movie or a board game. Some nights we entertained and chose the menu and entertainment, and other times they would. On this night, it was our turn.
Janet kept it simple and ordered Chinese food to be delivered. After dinner, we would play Canasta, a card game. The game was always competitive, but also gave us a chance to catch up on all the last events in our family's lives. Our son was out of state, in college, and their son, his wife, and 2-year-old daughter had moved to Oregon last year when his job offered him a promotion that paid nearly double what he was making in Orange County.
Gene and Loni Bell are four years older than Janet and me. We're 47 and they are both 51. Gene, like myself, is slight of build. We're about the same height (5 ft. 9 in.), and I may outweigh him by 10 pounds. Whereas Loni is the effervescent one with the wild sense of humor, Gene is naturally more reserved, although that shouldn't be confused with being shy. He's made a living with his low-key personality and natural charm. He's the kind of guy that people seem to automatically trust. I felt the same way when I first met him. He's not fake or pretentious.
Janet, although certainly not shy, is probably the cleverest of the group. She seems to find a way to get what she wants...not by whining, pouting, or other annoying means...but by simply stating her desires and why she wants it. She can debate with the best, yet do so in a respectful manner. Of course, with me, she can use her sexy body to help her get what she wants.
"I know she flirts a little, Jake. Just roll with it. Gene doesn't seem bothered by it, why should you?"
"You haven't noticed how often she intentionally gives me a look down her blouse? That doesn't bother you?"
"Oh, come on, Jake. It's just boobs...and hers aren't real big anyhow. Plus, I've seen what she does. It's just a little bit of cleavage. I'm sure I must have accidentally given a little bit of a glance to Gene before. Not on purpose, like Loni, but I'm sure I've been careless and he got a free show of a little cleavage and a bra."
"Yes, and that's the difference," I argued back at her. "Accidentally. You don't seem to mind that Loni does it on purpose."
"No, I don't, Jake. If you like what you see and she's willing to show it...and Gene doesn't care...then just roll with it. I'm sure Gene knows what she does. Maybe I should do the same to Gene...on purpose."
"Uh...I don't think so. I don't want another guy getting an eyeful of your big tits."
"Cleavage, Jake. Cleavage. Not the entire set of tits. You've barely seen a little bit of Loni' cleavage. Hell, it might be fun to see how Loni reacts when Gene is able to look down my plunging neckline and get a free peek. That might put an end to it. Who knows?"
The idea that my wife would be willing to put on even a little bit of a show for another guy bothered me. Yet, maybe that's what it would take to stop Loni. I liked Loni a lot as a friend. Yes, I've thought about what her tits looked like without her bra covering them. Hell, I've wondered what her entire naked body looked like. Still, I wasn't the kind of guy that would mess around on my wife. It would help if Loni made it less tempting.
Janet was in our bedroom changing clothes when our Chinese food arrived at the same time as Gene and Loni. I promptly paid and tipped the driver, but I couldn't help but notice what Loni was wearing this night.
It was a loose-fitting knitted blouse with a plunging neckline. Even before Janet had emerged from our bedroom, Janet had managed to drop her pen on the floor. When she bent to pick it up, I saw more of her than I'd ever seen before.
She was wearing a lacy, red bra that barely covered her areolas and nipples. In fact, the next time she gave me a look, I knew I could see the light brown color of her right areola and what appeared to be a puffy nipple. She pretended to be oblivious to my glance (more of a stare), but there was no way she didn't know what she was doing. Each visit, she had become more daring and more obvious. On this night, she had stepped into a new level of teasing.
I was torn between enjoying what I saw and worrying about what would probably happen next. Would she just pull off her bra and give me the whole show? That's practically all that was left to do. How soon would that happen? Or would it happen at all?
My thoughts were quickly diverted to the sight of Janet walking into the dining room. Although our dress code was usually casual, Janet kept it even more casual than usual on this night. She wore a white stretch cotton tank top that plunged low down her neckline...and wasn't wearing a bra. At 47 years old, she could still rock a tight fitting and stretchy fabric tank top without a bra. Her large C cups were outlined well and a small amount of cleavage could be seen even without her bending over.
She often wore that top, and a yellow one just like it, around the house when it was just the two of us. She knew how sexy I thought it was. However, Gene was getting a good look at what had only been something for me to enjoy for so many years.
I was so distracted by what Janet was wearing to even see the reaction on Gene's face. If Janet was doing this to get even with Loni' antics, she deserved a standing ovation for her performance.
Loni seemed to enjoy it, though. She even remarked at how hot Janet looked. "Don't you think so, Gene?"
Gene was speechless. All he could do was nod his head in the affirmative and meekly say, "of course!"
The women continued to act is if everything was normal. Gene sat down at the table with me and began discussing a couple of work-related topics while the ladies got paper plates, eating utensils, and serving utensils.
Despite enjoying the sights in front of me on this night, I was kind of seething at how risqué the ladies had become in their attire. I didn't like the idea that my wife was dressing in such a way to impress one of my best friends. I'm sure he had fantasized about Janet, much like I had fantasized about Loni. That was as far as I ever wanted to go. I valued our friendship and my marriage too much to start getting TOO friendly and TOO familiar with the bodies of our friend's spouse.
