My wife, Barbara, lost her accounting job last year, when the clothing factory she worked for, went under. Since then, she has lived off unemployment insurance, but has taken the time to start working out at home.
Barb has lost almost thirty pounds since last Christmas. Being just 5' tall, and dropping to just 100 pounds, has put her in top form. The weight loss did mean that Barb went from a B cup, to barely an A cup, and does like to wear clothing to show off her achievements.
The best thing about Barb being home was that, after her workouts, she found herself much more sexually aroused. So, three or four times a week, we would have spontaneous sex, wherever and whenever Barb became horny.
Things at my work began to improve, just after the company picnic in July. Barb and I shared a picnic table with my boss, Bill, and his wife Ann. She is 5 feet tall as well, but weighs more like 150 pounds. In fairness to her, she does carry around massive boobs, probably a G cup bra, and she does sport a very nice round bottom.
Barb and Bill hit it off right away, talking about workouts and gyms and all things physical. Bill has been a gym rat for years, and at 52, has the body of a thirty year old. His salt and pepper hair betrays his firm, athletic body. Barb wore a yellow summer dress that day, which became almost see through as the light of the sun faded late in the day. Barb spent most of the day laughing at all of my boss's jokes. Bill looked after Barb though, making sure that she felt comfortable with him and Ann, and taking her around to meet other employees and their spouses. They seemed to be gone quite a while, but fortunately Ann filled the time telling me some of the recipes that she enjoys making.
Ann and I got along very well, too. We pretty much sat at the table most of the time, while Bill showed Barb around the park. Bill asked Barb to join him in the three-legged sack race, which was fine with Ann and me, neither of us feeling especially athletic.
Barb had a hard time trying to keep her dress from flying up over her ass, with one leg in the potato sack. And, the one time her panties came into view, Bill was able to bring the hem back down. He held it in place until the finish line with his hand firmly planted on Barb's ass. Of course, Barb and Bill won the race by leaping over the finish line, ahead of their competitor, and ended up rolling in the grass. Everyone watching had a great laugh at that.
I looked at Ann for her reaction and she seemed to be fuming. "Are you okay, Ann?"
"Oh, Bill is just being Bill," she offered with disgust. I wasn't sure why she was so upset, given how Barb and Bill returned laughing together. They thought that everything was just fine.
"Did you see that, honey? Bill preserved my modesty!" Barb called out, giggling. Bill was grinning like a cat, his arm still around Barb's waist.
"I did. You nearly showed everyone what you have on underneath," I suggested. "You're lucky Bill was there for you." Ann made a hmphing noise under her breath so I said nothing more.
After the picnic lunch was over, Barb and Bill came to the table together. Barb said, "Honey, I think I'm going for a hike in the woods for a bit. Do you want to come along?" I was still chowing down on my third burger, and was feeling pretty full. I'm not sure why Barb would even ask, as she knows that I get tired easily on those long walks of hers.
"No, I think I will hang around here with Bill and Ann, thanks."
"Okay," she said, beaming. "See you all later," and, with a wide grin towards Bill, off she went to the trail leading into the woods.
Then, Bill leaned in and gave Ann a kiss on the cheek. He offered, "Sweetie, I'm going to mingle with the employees. You know, being the boss stuff," and was away in the same direction as Barb.
I figured that Ann doesn't like being left on her own, so I tried to make conversation, and her mood lightened a bit. About an hour later, Barb showed up at the table. I had a bottle of water waiting for her, after her lengthy walk. The wind must have been blowing a lot in the woods, because Barb's hair was a tangled mess. As she went to sit beside me, I noticed a few blades of grass in her hair and pulled them free. Barb took one look and said, "That's funny. Must be from when Bill and I rolled in the grass in the sack race."
Soon after, Bill approached the table, and Ann looked none too happy. I called him to me and whispered, "Do your fly up, boss. The whole company doesn't want to see what you're packing." Bill gave a chortle and moved behind me so he could adjust his zipper. Rumor at work is that Bill does carry quite the bratwurst in his pants.
"Thanks, buddy. I owe you," he whispered back, slapping me on the shoulder.
Bill took a liking to me after that day, and the next week, asked me if I would like to earn some overtime money. With the menial pay that I get loading trucks for a living, and being the sole breadwinner, I jumped at the chance.
"What do you need me to do, Bill?" I asked my boss as he sat at his desk.
"Well, Jim," he began, "I have one customer who wants a truck loaded in the evening every day, and then shipped out overnight. But, they only accept deliveries every third week, so I need you to stay late for four hours all of that week. If you get the truck loaded early, you just stick around and clean up the place.
"That's great! I don't think Barb will mind me putting in the extra hours."
"Oh, I'm sure she will be fine with it," he said, confidently. "Barb will probably just do some intense workouts while you work late. She wants to keep that body of hers looking so fine." It sounded as though he had already talked to Barb about this and she was fine with the arrangements. I'm so glad that I have such an easygoing wife.
When I got home from work, I told Barb about Bill's offer, and she sounded really excited. She said, "Maybe that extra work will help you get back in shape." Barb went to the basement after supper for her daily workout, and I sat in front of the TV.
About fifteen minutes later, Barb came up and said, "Come, baby. I'm really horny now," taking me by the hand into the bedroom. "My pussy is so wet," she said, standing next to the bed, setting her phone down on the night table. She placed my hand inside the elastic of her leggings, and I felt her heat, immediately.
My fingers slid through Barb's tuft of soft, blonde pubes, her thong soaked with her juices. "Wow, Barb. Something has got you really excited!" My middle finger slipped into the squishy folds and found her clitoris already erect.
"Baby, will you just go down on me? I need to cum, really bad." I love eating pussy, so this was fine by me. Barb tugged her leggings to the floor while I knelt down to kiss her through the black nylon panty.
Barb pulled the front panel to the side and parted her pussy lips, the thick pink nubbin as erect as my cock was. As I began licking the rubbery shaft, Barb said in a low, sexy voice, "Look what he did...you did to me Jimmy. I'm sopping wet."
I slipped two fingers into Barb's sloppy hole, glad that I was responsible for her arousal. Barb squatted as I ate her so I could fully service her vulva with my tongue. Soon, she grabbed a handful of my hair and ground my face into her slick pussy. I sucked the tip of Barb's clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, until her legs began to tremble. Barb's climax was intense, and short; and as it ebbed, she fell back to the bed.
