Throughout the 25 years that Brian was married to my sister, we seldom did anything together as a foursome. The two guys were either fishing or road tripping, while Jean and I did things with the kids. Brian and Jean's relationship was a tedious one. Doug and I would comment that, together, they were like oil and water. However, when they were apart from one another, they were two of the dearest people we knew.
When they finally divorced a few years back, Brian moved to another city and we kind of lost track of him. Doug finally reached him through the internet, and invited him to drop by our place, whenever he was in town. For a gent in his late fifties, he was quite attractive and charming. Throughout their marriage, he had always treated me cordially and with respect. So, when Doug mentioned that he might stop by for a visit, I was excited to see him again.
That Friday evening we got a call from him. He was at a local bistro and asked if we wanted to join him for drinks. As old married folks, we had settled in for the night, but I was up and dressed in no time. I threw on a flimsy knee-length summer dress and did my normal makeup routine. Doug hadn't seen his old cruisin' buddy in years, so he was excited to get going.
"You 'bout ready, or what?" He yelled.
"Just about. Keep you pants on, I'll be right there!" I said, and spritzed on some perfume.
We arrived at the tavern within 30 minutes and found him at the bar.
"Dam Brenda, you still look like a million bucks! Want to fool around?" He smiled.
"Brian! You look great too," I said, noticing his slim physique.
He described how his lifestyle had changed, since the divorce. He was working out and eating right -and it showed! I think even Doug was impressed. We sat down and Doug got caught up on Brian's life the past few years. Their fiery divorce had taken its toll on the both of them. I mentioned how hard it had been on their relatives and friends too.
"It was no fun for us to be instantly separated from you guys either. We missed you," I said, nodding at him.
"Geez Bren, that's sweet of you. I miss you guys too. God Doug, she is still a knockout!"
I blushed at his comment and noticed his eyes scanning my chest. He raised his face quickly to mine, like a kid caught in the cookie jar, and winked. Suddenly, something told me, he was no longer my brother-in-law. He was simply an old acquaintance flirting with me, and it was kind of fun.
The three of us downed several rounds of drinks. I sat quietly, as the two of them recounted fond memories of their many fishing outings together. The more we drank, the looser we got, until I found out more of what those 'fishing trips' were about.
"So, when you guys went out fishing, just WHAT were you fishing for?" I asked them both.
"Oh most of the time, we WERE fishing!" Doug admitted.
"Yeah, and sometimes the fishing wasn't any good, so we would end up at the closest bar," Brian surrendered and smiled.
"...and, I'll bet many of those bars were titty bars, weren't they?" I asked knowingly.
The two trapped rats looked at each other and smiled.
"Gosh Brian, do ya suppose that's why the women in those bars were topless?" Doug laughed.
We all had a big laugh. As our laughter subsided, Brian's eyes once again settled on my more than ample chest. This time his eyes locked on my boobs. Even when he knew I was watching, he was content to keep staring. I thought I'd have a laugh too. I brought my fingers slowly up to my dress buttons and casually started to undo them.
"Just think, you guys. All that wasted time going to titty bars... (another button undone) ...when you could have had... (another button) ...a pretty good show at home," I whispered, shook my 36D's, and made sure my full cleavage was on display.
Doug and Brian were stunned! That broke Brian out of his trance. He nervously licked his lips and finally looked up into my eyes. I laughed and laughed and started to button up.
"Well don't stop now!" Doug commanded.
"Geez Brenda, if we had known that, we surely WOULD have stayed home!" Added Brian.
Whether I was getting drunk or just enjoyed the flirting, I stopped buttoning up my dress and left three top buttons undone. I found that if I turned a certain way or leaned forward, my lace bra was slightly visible and showed off my full cleavage. Doug is always trying to get me to show more of my big tits. Since I was in a playful mood, I decided to tease them both. I wondered just how much I could really get away with, before Doug would call me down.
Brian bought another round of drinks, and soon the two-sided conversation reverted to their memories of all the different strip bars they had frequented. I was mildly pissed that they were ignoring me and stepped up my flirting skills. Shaking my shoulder length ash blonde locks, I directed myself at Brian and leaned forward. I ran my tongue around my painted lips and batted my eyes as he tried to speak. Soon he placated Doug with yes and no answers, as he paid sole attention to my seduction. To be honest, his appreciation of my advances was making me rather warm. What seemed to make it even hotter was that I was seducing him right in front of my husband.
Doug's no idiot. He knows how amorous I get after several drinks. I believe he was also aroused by the prospect of me entertaining his old friend, my ex-brother-in-law. Before going much further with this farce, I briefly considered what my sister's reaction would be and concluded that my actions were no more than innocent flirting.
Beside Doug had taken my sister out once after their divorce, when I was out of town. Though I knew about their friendly date beforehand, and that it was simply platonic, I often wondered just HOW friendly it was? I never did discuss it with either of them, but suggestive thoughts, though uninvited, still linger in the back of my brain. My mind was made up then -I wouldn't take this any further than what I imagined happened between Jean and Doug. Granted, that is a shabby rationalization, but hey, I was a little drunk and having fun! Jean would never find out anyway.
"So, did you guys ever take those strippers out?" I interrupted.
"Why, hell no! I mean, dam we were married!" Doug stated.
"Right! And you, Brian? Didn't you ever score with any of those hot babes?" I pleaded and ran my bare instep against his calf.
"Uh...uh, there were times when I wanted to, but," he stammered.
"But what? What stopped you?" I asked, sweetly.
Under the table, I parted his legs with my naked foot. I ran it along the inside of his thigh and planted it firmly against his crotch. Feeling the warmth and length of his hardness, I licked my lips and waited for his answer. The suddenness of my actions made him flinch. His chair inched back. He looked down and quickly turned to face Doug. His face was astonishment, surprise, confusion and delight. Doug glanced down at Brian's lap and returned a nasty smirk. I had upped the bet, raised the ante and maybe even changed the game. As I awaited his response, my pussy wet with anticipation.
Brian collected his senses as best he could, considering his raging hardon. He reached down under the table and slowly ran his warm hand up my bare calf. His touch sent a thrill through me.
"I guess, I should answer your question, Bren. There were three reasons I never went out with those strippers: Number one, for better or worse, I was married to your sister. Number two, I respected yours and Doug's marriage, even more than my own. Oh, and number three, none of those strippers have a body as voluptuous as yours."
Now I was the one being teased. Defiantly, I sat, while his hand reached further up my leg and squeezed. I was as hot and bothered as I've ever been, but I kept my cool. Two can play this game. I massaged my toes around the outline of his cock, dipped two fingers into my deep cleavage and stared him down.
"So, you think I've got enough to compete with those strippers, huh? That's nice. What if you had Doug's OK? Would you have fucked them?"
"Now that's a good question, Brenda. I might have to think on that for a while," he said, and looked at Doug questionly.
"You shouldn't take too long. You just might miss your chance, Brian," I said and slyly winked at them both.
"Hey, I don't know about you two, but Brian why don't you come on over for a while? You haven't been to our house in years," Doug said, with nervous anticipation.
My God, Doug actually thinks my little routine is for real! What have I got myself into? I withdrew my foot from his crotch and gathered up my purse. Doug and I stood up. I knew Brian couldn't, in his condition. He said he would love to drop by for a while. Doug headed for the door. I leaned over to give Brian one, last, good view down my dress and stuck my wet tongue in his ear.
"See ya soon," I whispered.
I was feeling no pain, as I jumped in the car. Feeling a bit over exposed, I started to button up my dress.
"Having a good time, are you?" Asked Doug.
"Yeah. It's fun, seeing Brian again. Are you OK?" I asked, giving him a chance to call off my charade.
"Oh I'm doing fine. You sure make a hot slut! How come you're closing up shop?" He asked, motioning to my dress.
"Brian still thinks I've got an attractive body. What do ya think of that?"
"Honey, I've always said that! You just never want to show it off! You should share your gifts."
"That's not the way I figure it. YOU need to ask yourself if YOU want to share my gifts!"
"You mean you'd let Brian see you naked, if I said it was OK?" He asked.
"Whatever. Let's just pay this by ear, and see just how much of me you really want to share, OK?"
"Sure, that'll be fun!" Said Doug, emphatically.
