“Oh, come on, Frank. She would be great. Trust me.”
I listened to my wife, Geri, over the din of the TV. I didn’t really want to talk about my work; I had finished for the day and was looking forward to a nice quiet evening. But once Geri gets a hold of something, she rarely lets it go without a fight.
“You know it’s really not my decision, baby.” I replied. “I’m not the casting director, I’m just the producer.”
I looked up into my wife’s pretty face and felt the same stirrings in my heart and loins that I did when we first met ten years ago. Her fire blonde hair was drawn back in the usual ponytail and her even, white teeth grinned back at me. She knew as well as I did that there was little I would refuse her.
“Okay, okay!” I continued holding up my hands in mock surrender. “You win. Tell your friend Julie to come and see me tomorrow.”
Geri clapped her hands ecstatically and planted a big wet kiss on my forehead.
“Thanks, hon! I knew you’d help out! And anyway, Julie would be perfect for the part of Greta. She’s tall, dark haired and very attractive. You’ll adore her, I know you will!”
I loved the way that pleasing my wife made me feel inside, but right at that moment I was just staring at her; taking in her beauty. Geri caught me just as I was gazing at her chest – one of her greatest assets, and she knows it!
“Oh. And yes,” she stated, cupping the swell of her breasts through the material of her dress. “Julie’s got a nice pair of tits, too! Not as big as mine, I think, but I’m sure you will like them as well as her!”
For the rest of the evening, Geri’s comments about her friends’ attributes were never very far from my mind. I found myself looking at each actress on the TV and wondering what they would look like naked, and in particular what their breasts would be like. By the time we were ready for bed I had an erection you could hang your hat on!
As my wife left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, I was already in bed. I pulled back the covers exposing my readiness for a little fun and grinned.
“Well, I can’t let you try to get to sleep in that condition, can I?” Geri laughed.
I closed my eyes gratefully as I felt her take my swollen member and guide it between her lips. It was as much as I could do to hold out for a few brief moments while she sucked me, but after only a few more seconds I could feel the familiar tingle in my balls. I groaned a quick warning to Geri that I was about to cum. She looked up at me and smiled. Locking her lips tightly around my cock her fingers cupped my balls and stroked me to climax. She swallowed my issue (as she always does) and when I was finished she gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
“Good night, baby.” She whispered.
I was surprised. “Can’t I do anything for you, hon?” I asked, stroking her naked inner thigh under her nightdress.
“Not tonight baby. I’m tired. Lets just get some sleep, okay? You got a big day tomorrow.”
Now I was really suspicious. Geri is an extremely sexual person and it’s most unusual for her to turn down the prospect of a nice orgasm.
I lay back in the darkness thinking, the rhythmical sounds of my wife’s breathing soothed me but sleep was elusive. Our earlier conversation kept replaying over and over in my mind and the more I thought about it the more suspicious it seemed. I’d always known that my wife was very open-minded about sex. She had seemed extremely keen for me to give her friend a part in the latest movie that I was working on. I wondered if there was more to it than just a “friendship”. Geri had never made a secret about her female lovers at college, but to my knowledge at least, she hadn’t indulged in that sort of thing for years. Could her friend have pressed the right buttons and re-ignited a flame? Slumber finally engulfed me that night with thoughts of naked female bodies crawling all over each other.
I have a choice of where I work. Apart from the studio downtown, I also have a mini facility set up in the house. It was expensive to implement with all the equipment that I needed but it means that I can work from home when I choose – usually with some degree of peace and quiet and away from ringing telephones.
The movie that I was currently working on would certainly be no blockbuster. Sadly, I’m not yet in the Tom Cruise or Sandra Bullock league. But we already had a buyer at least. The film would be going straight to TV.
I had been busy studying a few preliminary scenes that had already been shot and had not noticed the time slipping away. I was still deeply engrossed when there was a knock on the door.
“It’s open.” I called without looking up.
Geri appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee, which she placed on my desk. I still hadn’t looked up and mumbled a quick thank you to her.
“This is Julie.” My wife said quickly. “Remember? You said you could find her a part in the movie.”
Now I looked up. “I just said I’d see her. No promises. I can’t ..”
My words trailed off as I saw the two women standing next to me. Similar in height to my wife, Julie was indeed very attractive. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bunch and framed an oval shaped face. She was slim and athletic looking. Geri was right. I could already see her in the role of Greta Dalgleish.
Geri looked pleased as she saw me sizing her friend up positively. There was no doubt that Julie looked good as she smiled warmly at me.
“Er, hello Julie.” I mumbled. “Good to meet you.” Her hand was warm and silky as she shook mine.
But Geri was becoming impatient. “So, come on Frank, what about the part of Greta?”
I leaned back in my chair expansively. Occasionally I like to play the Big Director for effect.
“Well, you do look right for the part, Julie.” I said. “But as I already told Geri, it’s not really my decision.”
I had already noted that Julie had her arm around my wife’s shoulder. The gesture was definitely more than just friendly and I was beginning to think that the notion that I had had the previous night about her and Geri could have been accurate. But Julie’s expression had changed as she heard my words and the look of disappointment that now adorned her pretty face was self-evident. Geri was aware of her friends’ disillusionment also and pulled her close in an over-friendly cuddle.
“Don’t worry, Julie,” she almost cooed. Geri looked directly at me and frowned as she continued. “We are dealing with a man. I’m certain we can ensure that he at least puts in a good word for you!”
Julie’s face slowly brightened as my wife comforted her. I was a little confused, but their meaning soon became apparent to me as they both kneeled on either side of my chair and smiled warmly at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked stupidly.
Now it was Julie’s turn to speak.
“Just making sure that you remember me, Mr. Richardson! You will remember me, won’t you?”
My reply was immediately curtailed as Julie leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. Her tongue licked and probed gently as she opened my lips and her hand snaked behind my head pulling me towards her in a deep, wet embrace. I was just getting used to the taste of another woman’s lips when I suddenly felt a movement at my waist. My wife was also busy and was at that moment quickly unfastening my belt and jeans. Before I knew what had happened, my jeans were around my ankles and my stiffening cock was exposed.
Breathlessly, Julie broke our kiss and sensuously licked her lips. I looked down to see both women kneeling at my side and my cock standing hard to attention.
Julie was a few years younger than my wife and had dressed accordingly. Cut-off, ragged jean shorts revealed a pair of slim and nicely tanned legs and she wore a thin vest top that barely concealed small but perfectly formed breasts. It was clear that she wore no bra as I could see the outline of two hardening nipples poking erotically through the thin material.
Geri was also very nicely dressed – too well dressed, I noted, for just a day around the house. Her patterned, halter-neck dress looked very summery and was pulled together and fastened with a tie. I could also make out the shape of her nipples as well and guessed that the two women – knowing how I feel about boobs - had agreed to this attire in advance as a way of ingratiating themselves.
I gasped as I felt fingers encircle my stiff member and looked down again. While my wife had pulled up my t-shirt, her friend had taken me in hand, so to speak and was slowly stroking the length of my cock with a seemingly practised skill.
