This is a fantasy erotica story and not meant to be realistic or taken too seriously. I've put a cuck tag on it, hopefully you will see it's not that sort of story and there is a bit more to it than that. There is an affair and response to that, but the tag might help pre-empt some of the angry comment people. Also, I write all sorts of stories and try to mix it up, otherwise we all write the same thing.
Claire and Angie had been friends since forever, or at least it felt like that. They had both been struggling to 'fit in' at a new secondary school when they found each other and quickly became firm friends at the age of 11.
Claire's nick name at school was 'Skinny-Minnie'; glasses did not make school life any easier. Now at 45 her figure had filled out since the birth of her 2 children. By no means a raving beauty, she could look pretty on a good day and make up helped. Her once mousey hair was now a dark glossy sheen, and her glasses now fashionable. Her body however was now outstanding, she was oblivious to this fact; her breasts filled out to a C cup, whilst she retained a perfect peach of a bum and the long thighs of hers 20's. She never dressed to maximise her body and predominantly wore jeans or trousers. The odd times she wore skirts or dresses, her friends would remark on her fantastic figure and killer legs, but those compliments made her uncomfortable. She was a kind and caring person; her small close-knit group of friends and family loved her to bits.
Her best friend Angie had a friendly some would say smiling face because she was usually laughing and joking. Her green eyes were framed by auburn hair, worn in ponytail with a fringe and wisps hanging at the sides. Not a classic beauty but definitely in the pretty category. She had always carried a pound or two more than she was comfortable with, a lot of that was carried on her breasts, she did her best to cover up with loose hanging tops, not always easy during her favourite hobby of dancing. Although marginally better looking than Claire, it was her personality that was her real attraction. She loved meeting people and talking to them, genuinely interested in what they had to say, she had a wide network of friends. She also had 2 children close in age to Claire's, they had grown up together; all four were away at university.
They were both married to nice guys Phil and Steve, not bad looking, very hard working and great partners. As close as the families were, Phil never quite warmed to Steve, so they remained acquaintances through association with their wives. Each would describe their sex life as good and guess that they had sex twice a week. In reality it was closer to once a week and with the pressure of work, family and life in general it wasn't that rare for it to be 2 or even 3 weeks between making love, usually followed by a flurry to make it up. Neither woman experience orgasms during penetrative sex, but thankfully for Claire, her husband Phil wasn't averse to going down on her and that always did the trick.
Despite marriage, neither woman would describe herself as desirable. They had numerous hang ups about their bodies and looks, not helped as their husbands rarely complimented them. It wasn't that they didn't find them attractive, more a reflection of familiarity. At best Claire would admit her bum and legs were ok, whilst Angie accepted she had 'great boobs' and looked 'passable'. They looked like conservative married wives in their mid-40s, because that's exactly what they were. They were never approached by any slick lotharios or handsome studs, much to their relief.
A break from family life was a girl's night out every couple of weeks, and sometimes a weekend trip away usually in the Easter holidays to either a cottage in the country or on a short city break. This usually involved 2 or 3 nights of chatting, laughing and generally catching up with a lot of food and wine involved.
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The pub they attended for their nights out started doing a pub quiz. Reluctant to join in at first, they gave it a go to keep the landlord happy. They quickly built up a bit of rivalry with a team of three guys, who they guessed were in their late 20's. A bit of banter built up between the teams, each time it seemed liked the guys were poised for victory, only to be absolutely trounced in the music round. A few weeks later a new and very serious quiz team joined and won by a mile and repeated the feat for the next three weeks.
The following week they were surprised when Jack from their old rivals approached.
"Hi, sorry to disturb but we wondered if you would be interested in joining teams. We're a man down, our mate Andrew who usually comes has just started a contract working away; so that just leaves me and Pete. To be honest we're a bit sick of getting beat and every other team seems to have 5 or 6 people in it. What do think... maybe see if we can give them a run for their money?"
"Ha, you just need help with the music round."
Jack laughed, "That's absolutely true, that and about a hundred other topics."
They weren't competitive but it made sense and they seemed like really good guys, so the girls accepted the offer.
The combination of the guys on sciences, geography and sport and the girls on history, literature, popular culture and music was perfect. Their wider age range helped as well, they won the quiz by a single point, much to everyone's delight. Afterward, Claire and Angie talked about mentioning the guys to her husbands, but both thought it might cause an unnecessary problem and after all there might not be a next time.
There was a next time, and it became a regular thing, the guys were really nice, great company and never tried anything on. They were non-threatening; Claire and Angie didn't feel any sexual element to their relationship whatsoever, if anything they felt like favoured aunts. They chatted easily and tended towards hovering longer after the quiz, so they spent most of the night together.
It was a few weeks later when their first conversation relating to the opposite sex occurred, it was started innocently by Angie.
"So why aren't you guys out looking for Mrs Right?"
"We like your company."
"Very smooth, but we're far too old for you and very much married."
Jack hesitated before continuing, "You're not too old for us, we like you a lot, we've talked about it."
Claire thought it was a joke, "Oh yeah, what exactly have you talked about?"
Jack looked her straight in the eye, "Just how much we REALLY like you, (with the emphasis on the really). You are very attractive ladies, but it's more than that, you are fun, so easy to talk to and seem interested in what we have to say."
Pete continued. "To be honest we are pretty shy but have never felt like that that in your company, you make conversation so easy. We're pretty sick of girls our age; they seem to think guys are trying to trick or manipulate them. We get a bit tired of being lectured on equality, strong independent women and self-realisation."
Angie prickled at that, "There is nothing wrong with any of those things."
"We couldn't agree more, so to get it pushed in your face constantly can be tiring. Look neither of you have mentioned anything like that, but it obvious that you are confident independent women. You don't need to say it all the time, because it's just who you are naturally."
Jack piped in looking at Claire, "It's that confidence I find attractive, you seem so comfortable with who you are, no need to impress, I hope to find a partner like you in the future."
You could have knocked Claire down with a feather. She flushed and looked at Angie instinctively knowing she was appreciating the compliments as well.
Recovering her composure slightly, "That's all very well, but we're just normal conservative wives, nothing special and we certainly don't look or dress like women your age."
"No you're way hotter. Look at each of you tonight, you aren't even trying to look sexy but you are, it's just comes naturally. You even try to cover your assets, and that makes us more curious about what delights might be hidden beneath."
"Oh is that right, and just what do you imagine?" purred Angie definitely now in flirting mode.
Pete jumped in a little too eagerly, "Nice expensive lingerie and maybe stockings covering real voluptuous bodies."
Claire replied laughing, "Sorry to disappoint... we don't wear stockings."
"Speak for yourself!" they all looked at Angie surprised.
"What... it's just practical, I get too hot in tights."
Pete's mouth dropped open, "Wow that's so hot."
Angie laughed and punched him in the arm, "Calm down honey, I never quite got the attraction, doesn't it just look like we've been dipped in black ink."
Claire thought about her own rather plain big knickers and unmatched bra, thinking the guys would be very disappointed to hear about those. Never mind, at least she was comfortable.
Jack reflected, "For me it's not the lingerie, but knowing about what lies beneath, you both you have awesome figures and well ermm nice ermm breasts."
"Well... she certainly does!" Claire laughed at her friend's expense.
Angie decided to roll with in, stuck her tongue out at her friend and then thrust her boobs forward, "What these little things!"
It was meant as a joke, but she could see both guys' eyes on stalks and quickly covered up while blushing profusely.
Angie thought again about mentioning the guys to her husband, but now with the slight flirting it felt uncomfortable, Steve would definitely not understand or accept regular meetings with other guys. She felt a little guilty but then again nothing was going to happen, they were just friends.
They chatted more each week, Claire saw it as pretty innocent flirting and the attention was so unusual for them it was exciting. Also, the guys felt really safe, it was definitely the more mature women who were in control of the situation. That was true until Jack shocked Claire by kissing her goodnight. It was just a quick peck on the cheek but still! Angie saw the move, followed by an awkward pause and decided to do the same with Pete, trying to make light of it.
The following week Claire found herself staring into a full-length mirror re assessing her body. She always thought she had a decent bum but everything else was viewed through the eyes of the skinny girl who got picked on at school. For the first time she could see things though the guy's eyes, her stomach was firm and her thighs long, it was why she always looked a nice shape in a skirt or dress. Looking again at her breasts she realised they were much fuller; she wasn't the flat chested teen of her youth. She decided to try on a knee length pencil skirt for the pub and some mid height heels. Then feeling excited, tried on a pair of stockings with a suspender belt; it was no good, the clasps were clearly visible through the material. She switched to a girdle with lower clasps and found an old slip, this time she was certain the clasps couldn't be seen after checking from all angles; happy, she found the matching bustier. She chose an ivory silk blouse that went well with the black skirt, all helped by the girdle firming up her profile.
She met Angie at the pub and went to the bar to get the first round of drinks. She felt both nervous and sexy, worried that the whole bar would realise what she had on under the skirt. She blushed thinking about it and blushed again feeling a very faint draft on her thighs.
Just then the guys came in, Jack joined her at the bar, "Wow, I see you got your legs out tonight, you look wonderful."
If Claire blushed before she was crimson now. That and her lack of an immediate response got Jack wondering, he decided to push his luck with the flirting.
"Please tell me they are stockings, make my dreams come true."
That broke through her stupor, "Ha, wouldn't you like to know... pervert."
She strode away from the bar with Jack's eyes following her. As she sat and her skirt stretched tightly across her thighs, Jack caught the unmistakable outline of a suspender clasp, making his cock twitch.
Claire noticed her friend had also dressed differently, the usual layers covering her breasts and cleavage were gone in favour of a tighter fitting blouse. Pete had noticed immediately and spent most of the night trying hard not to stare.
In the end Angie pulled him on it. "I can see you are trying so hard not to stare at my cleavage, thank you for that. It's why I started covering up in the first place, men getting all leery."
"I am sorry you noticed; I was trying really hard not to look."
"I appreciate that, listen why don't you have a decent look now and get it out of the way."
