Leanne could feel Jeff's warm body pressed against her back. She was laying on her side in their bed and he was snuggling her from behind. Both of them were nude and in a post-orgasm haze under the duvet.
She lazily stroked his arm, which was wrapped around her middle and holding her tightly against him. "Whew, that was good," she remarked.
"Mmmm, it was," he replied. She felt his arm give her a squeeze.
She always liked some post-orgasm conversation and knew if she didn't get him talking soon he would be asleep in moments. It was late, so that would be OK, but she wanted a little bit of talk before sleep, "How was work today?"
"It was good," Jeff replied, "Lately the mornings are quite busy with phone calls but the afternoons are lighter. Mostly internal paperwork from the phone calls. I think my new secretary is arranging it on purpose. I don't mind, though. It makes the day more efficient. How was your day today?"
Leanne was between jobs but Jeff was a good provider and it wasn't essential she jump on the first job she finds. In the meantime she was immersing herself in the role of housewife. She was enjoying cooking new meals for them and keeping the house. In some ways she felt busier now than when she worked. It certainly improved their sex life since she didn't have to get up early anymore.
"My day was good. I worked on a few of those projects I told you about. I forget your new secretary's name, was it Cynthia?"
"Cindy. She's nice. Quite young but super organized, I think we're getting along pretty well." Leanne could hear a 'but' in his tone.
"But what?" She was still lazily stroking his arm.
"Well..." She could feel Jeff wake up a little and she waited for him to continue. "I don't know how to describe it exactly, without upsetting you."
"Try. If she's a good secretary you wouldn't want to lose her. Maybe we can figure it out." She felt Jeff shift a little and move his warm palm to her flat tummy. She liked feeling it there.
"OK, I'll try. It's just, she sometimes doesn't give me any place to look."
"What to do mean?" Leanne was now stroking the back of his hand to encourage him.
"When she drops off files for me, she always stands directly opposite me at the desk. When she leans forward I get a great view down her blouse. I look away, but she usually draws my attention to one of the files to make me look back."
Leanne imagined the scene and found it titillating. She liked the idea of Jeff getting a show. She wanted a better mental picture.
"Is she pretty?"
Jeff hesitated, "Yes, she has longer dark hair, she's slim and she's quite pretty. She's always smiling when she gives me that view. It's very distracting and I try hard not to look."
Leanne liked this mental picture even more. A pretty girl giving Jeff a view down her top on purpose. Her feelings confused her. Where she thought there should be jealousy and rage she only felt pride in her husband, and a little arousal.
Leanne asked softly, "Tell me, is there ever an extra button undone when this happens?" Jeff might think Cindy's little shows were an accident but Leanne knew better.
"I'm not sure." Leanne could tell this was a lie. "Sometimes in the afternoon, I think so. The view certainly gets more obvious."
Leanne was feeling a little tingly from this talk and decided to push forward. "It's on purpose. A girl always knows when she's giving a man a view down her top. It's like our breasts can feel a man's eyes on them. She must like showing you her tits."
Leanne tingled even more from using that word. She moved Jeff's hand up to cup her own tit and held it there. She could tell Jeff was uncomfortable talking about this and she thought it was cute. Leanne continued, "It's OK to look Jeff, if she's giving you the view take advantage of it." Leanne's tingle grew a little stronger, imagining her husband staring down his secretary's top at her breasts. She briefly wondered why she wasn't jealous but when she clenched her thighs the tingle in her pussy pushed the thought away.
