One of the best attributes of my wife, Eva, is her sexuality, closely followed by her amazing depth of conversation, the two most important aspects of a solid relationship.
A requisite description of her would be simply that she's an intelligent, voluptuous brunette. Her curves and breasts were stunning and a source of great pride for her, but my favorite quality was her beautiful shaved pussy. I fell in love with her pussy; like a soft bun nestled between her thighs, a beautiful bulge begging to be caressed. Eva is always affectionate and when we're together we're probably touching, intimately if possible. When sitting together on the couch my hands are usually caressing and petting and she is likely to be leaning back against me, encouraging my affection. In fact, Eva will often place my hands on her breasts and pussy if they aren't already there, something I dearly love. Opening her legs wide, my large hand could almost contain her soft pussy. I would cup her and when she was aroused my fingers would slip between her soft lips. She is simply wonderful.
Now, add to this the fact that in warm months Eva wears as little as possible around our house, which is a tremendous turn-on for me. We live far enough in the country that she is comfortable going outside to the pool or the garden nearly naked. What traffic there is, is easily avoided by a quick step behind a bush or tree. So, for her to be outside wearing a T-shirt or camisole and panties is common and close calls or getting caught usually adds to the excitement, leading to fantastic sex soon after.
Now the final ingredient for this adventure is a close friend. Actually, the brother of a close friend, Jake. Eva had been living with a close girlfriend, Zuri, a black roommate she'd met in college. Eva, however, had been instantly attracted to her brother, Jake. He was a few years younger and slender, but he seemed constantly pre-occupied with another girl and his small construction business. However, the visions of him working around the house lingered, as did the attraction.
When I entered Eva's life she had been married, divorced and lonely. I was immediately smitten. She was amazing and her attraction for me became solid and a focus for her life. Jake was now married, although badly, and he and Eva had remained close friends who never quite seemed available at the same time. So, I became the center of Eva's life, providing a home point. I often joked that I was the Albatross around her neck, a joke that usually got me a punch to the shoulder and a hug and kiss.
As it developed, I became friends with Jake. He was very handy with his hands and tools and often came to my rescue working around the house. He was younger, but always showed respect and seemed interested in my war stories experienced through life and business. He often spent evenings with us, particularly when his life at home was difficult. Eva provided a sympathetic ear and he would sit in the kitchen talking with her for hours while she worked. Their mutual attraction was obvious, but I was always included if I showed any interest. I watched the two of them, Jake's eyes often lingered on Eva as she moved about. I found it exciting that this young man was interested in my wife, twelve years his senior.
It was a late spring afternoon and the first of many expected warm days and Eva, as expected, was wearing a sexy pair of panties and a T-shirt. The kitchen faucet had been leaking for some time and I was struggling to install a new one, but lacking a badly needed faucet wrench. I lay on my back under the sink and Eva hovered above me, helping when she could. My view was exciting, but distracting. Her panties were slightly sheer and her camel toe was gorgeous, her pussy was soft, and aroused from my recent petting. I sighed, one last failed attempt and I conceded, asking Eva to call Jake, hoping he had a faucet wrench.
Jake arrived minutes later, carrying his tools, and knocked on the door, opening it and announcing his arrival with a friendly "Hello," Eva stepped to the door and I struggled to stand, listening to their greeting.
"Oh wow! You look... nice..." Jake hesitated, looking Eva up and down and finally focusing on her pussy.
"Thank you", she smiled and turned, leading him to the kitchen sink. She was in full flirt mode and I watched as she made Jake's assistance worthwhile.
Our picture wall filled the entrance hall wall and Jake routinely stopped to survey the many prints. He always lingered in front of one. It was of Eva, taken in a studio. She was reclining on a red velvet lounge, nude, gazing at the camera with her arms raised above her head. Her knees were raised and a naked man pressed himself against her pubic mound.
"I love that picture. My first husband was a photographer." Eva stood beside Jake.
"Is he..." Jake hesitated.
"Inside me?" Eva smiled. "Oh yesss..."
Jake closed his eyes briefly and drew a breath.
"C'mon, the sink's in the kitchen." She took Jake's hand.
Jake knelt down and rolled onto his back, wriggling up under the sink. I knelt beside him, unnecessarily explaining the situation.
"Uh-huh..." He raised the faucet wrench, but squinted, trying to see into the darkness. Eva stood above him, her feet straddling his hips. She held a flashlight and Jake lifted his head to see her.
"Oh my god..."
I heard him softly exclaim as his eyes focused on Eva's pussy, her clit just visible through the sheer panties. She squatted to hand him the light, her pussy just lightly brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. She caught her breath and gripped the sink as she felt his erection brushing against her.
"OH!" Jake's head thumped against the sink trap.
"OH, Jake! Are you OK?" Eva sank lower to see and hand him the light, her pussy now firmly pressed against his bulge.
