I would like to think that if I had not been so fucking horny at the time it never would have happened, but who knows. It one of those nights right from the getgo. After dinner, my husband Hank came up behind me and started feeling me up and dry humping the crack of my ass while I was doing the dishes. We wound up grabbing a quickie on the floor of the den. Hank got his rocks off, but as usual he was too fast and I did not. Hank said that he would take care of me later, but first he had a new thingamabob for the car he wanted to install. Here I was, left hanging again. I went and rinsed Hank's goo off in the shower, and got to playing with myself. I got pretty turned on, but I just couldn't make it over the top.
Feeling bitchy mad I dried off and grabbed my robe and went down to the den. I could hear Hank banging on the car out back in the garage. I turned on the boob tube and sat down, half pissed and more than half hot and bothered. I sucked down a beer, reached inside my robe and began diddling my clit. Suddenly I heard a knock at the front door. "Oh shit," I said to myself. I closed up my robe as I walked to the front door. It turned out to be this guy Eddie who works with Hank, standing on the front stoop smiling his smarmy smile at me.
"Hey ", he said, looking me up and down brazenly. "Looking good there Cathy. Is Hank here?"
"Yea, he’s in the garage, working on the 'cuda."
.“Cool,” he responded. “I got something for him.” He was staring down at my tits. I realized that my robe was open to my belly button, showing him a whole lot of cleavage. I felt my face get red, while a warm glow began to grow between my legs. “Oh shit” I thought!
Eddie headed out to the garage, while I grabbed another beer and went back to the TV. I tried to leave myself alone, but Eddie's frank interest in my body had made my case of the hots grow even worse. I turned on the sleaze channel and resumed playing with myself. I wound up with my ass on the edge of the couch, my legs spread out straight in front of me, with one hand pulling on a nipple while the other massaged my clit feverishly, when I heard a sound. It was Eddie, the bastard, standing in the hallway watching me.
"Ooh" he said with a long drawn out sigh. I shrieked and jumped up, pulling my robe around me as best I could.
"You sneaky son of a bitch" I hissed.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
"Sneaking up on me like that," I hissed.
He looked at me with phony sincerity. "I really, really apologize. I had no idea…" he trailed off. "I bet you could use another beer," he said. Without waiting for an answer, he went into the kitchen, returning with a pair of open bottles. He handed me one and took a big slug out of the other. Without asking, he sat down on the other end of the couch from me. I was acutely aware that I was wearing nothing under my silky robe. I pulled it tight around me and curled up into a ball. I was pissed, and I was mortified, but I was also hot as hell.
"Maybe you ought to be getting on home now," I said.
Eddie nodded his head affirmatively, but he didn't move. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big fat joint, lit it, took a deep toke and handed it to me. Now if I am not careful, I can get kinda’ wild after a few beers, but give me some grass and I am liable to fuck like a rabbit all night long. With whoever is handy. I did a bit of that in high school. But then I wised up. I knew better than to get stoned in these circumstances. I listen for the sound of Hank working on the car. I heard pops and sputters coming from the garage. I knew that meant he was going to be there for while longer. I took the joint and sucked down a heavy hit. Damn Hank and his quickies.
“Look",” Eddie said, "Hank told me how you are kind of pissed at him because he thinks he can’t afford take you away for your anniversary. I have this idea how you could make a little extra dough to go away with."
“Hank told you about us?” I asked him.
“Oh yea, he tells me everything. You know we are the best of friends. I know all about you two,” he said, with the emphasis on the word all. He rambled on for a couple of minutes about Hank and my personal life, and then asked if I wanted to hear about his plan to help us to get to go on my dream vacation. I was still a little embarrassed that he knew so much about us, but I was curious.
"You know, I have this dream that I get to see what you look under those sexy clothes that you wear. And, I just happen to have had a real good day at the track yesterday. Since you need cash and I have lots of it, I thought maybe I might have a chance to get to see your goodies, providing I was willing to pay you for it." He dug in his pocket and pulled out a brand new hundred-dollar bill, folded once. "This is yours if you just let me see your tits."
I just looked at him in amazement. I couldn’t believe he had asked me that. “You got to be fucking crazy," I said. "How could you ask me that, you being Hank’s best friend and all.”
“Yes I am, but I’ve been admiring you for years and years, and I figure now is my chance,” he said. “You’re always walking around in that skin tight stuff, swinging your ass, jiggling your tits. I remember seeing you walking around at Bimbo Beach in that tiny little bikini, man you drove me nuts. This is a little embarrassing to say, but do you have any idea how many times I have jerked off, imagining what you look like naked? Now I’ve finally got the balls to ask you to show me, and the nice thing is I can help you out too.”
He was right about one thing I do dress pretty sexy sometimes. I like it when men look at me. I know I look real good, so why not flaunt it. Hank didn’t seem to mind so why should I.? “I couldn’t do that, it just wouldn’t be right,” I told him. “What if Hank found out? He would get real pissed at you and me both. Besides what makes you think you have the right to see my tits?” I asked.
“Mister C note here says I have the right,” he replied.
I had to admit that he had a point. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I could think of plenty of uses for the money. Like the trip that Hank had promised me, or that dynamite dress I had just seen at the mall. Still, I couldn’t believe he was actually asking me to show him my tits, and still worse, I couldn’t believe I was thinking about maybe doing it. And with Hank right out back in the garage. I thought to myself, now what do I do?
“It would be really wrong to do that, almost like cheating," I stated.
“That’s what makes it so good,” he replied, grinning his slimy grin.
I took another hit on the joint. I was feeling pretty high. With all this talk about me showing off my tits, and the fact that I was already so horny anyway, I thought to myself, awe fuck it, maybe I will do it. Besides, it is only letting him see my tits. He wouldn’t be the only guy to see my boobs besides Hank. I have dropped my top out by the pool in back and let the guy next door get a cheap thrill. And there is this guy at work who I let see down my top a time or two. It’s not like I was going to let Eddie touch me or anything. If I hadn't been so fucking horny I don't think I would have ever considered doing it, but I was really horny, and gradually I realized that I wanted to give him the show he was looking for. Even if I felt guilty later, and even if he got off on it, well so what. I was horny, and it was all Hank’s fault.
