Wendy on the Benchtop

Authors note:

While not actually being part 2 of the previous story:

What My Security Camera Saw.

It is what happened some months later.

Wendy looked at herself in the full length mirror. She sensually ran her fingers through her long wavy Auburn hair, brushed back, and looking sexy as it glowed down to her tanned bare shoulders.

She looked at her make-up, pursing her lips to make sure there wasn't too much red lipstick, and then checking the black eyeliner and blue eye shadow that complimented her deep blue eyes.

She liked the sexy Panda eyes look.

She leaned back and ran her hands over the tight black dress that hugged her tiny but curvaceous figure again. Thin straps went over her bare shoulders, invisible with her hair draped over her them.

The neckline was cut down possibly too low, revealing her ample cleavage but she smiled and pushed her proud firm breasts together, amplifying the effect.

The dress hugged her hips and butt tightly then stopped short at mid-thigh revealing her shapely, toned legs, clad in stockings. The dress was tight, tight enough to see her nipples, and the garter belt and straps beneath the dress, clipped to her stockings barely covered by the dress.

It was so tight that she had to wear a g-string to hide the panty line, which, with the garter and straps showing, suggested no panties. The black heels were toeless with straps around her ankles and higher than she was used to wearing.

She took a few steps back and forth in front of the mirror, looking at how her hips swayed and how the bottom of the dress threatened to rise up with each step exposing the sexy lingerie beneath.

She smiled to herself thinking about what myself and our dinner guests would think when we saw her. She had rushed home after her day of errands to start dinner and get ready. We had originally invited our neighbours and good friends Steve and Clara, for dinner.

They only lived a few doors down, but we had not seen each other for many weeks now.

Wendy had tried to keep her distance from Steve especially, ever since he had seduced her while I was in hospital, a three day fuck fest actually.

But they are our friends, and Clara's mother had not been well lately, so they were rather busy in that she was looking after her mother.

And she thought it best to keep her distance from Steve for a while.

Wendy did not know that I had organised for Steve to seduce Wendy, a bet actually, so I knew about the fuck fest, I recorded it.

I had made the proposal to Steve, a bet really, because it has always been a fantasy of mine, and, one night in bed Wendy had admitted to me previously that she had heard that Steve had a bigger than average cock, and was curious.

But that was many months ago.m, now.

Wendy was used to men checking her out. At 36 she still looked like she was in her twenties and her body was even more athletic and firm than it had been at any point in her life as she kept better care of herself. Men including Steve and other male friends, flirted with her but she always kept it fun.

Although secretly enjoying the attention.

My colleagues also flirted with her, but with them she flirted back thinking it wouldn't hurt, and hoping it would help me at my job. Steve had flirted with her on many occasions, blatantly and in front of me, and his own wife.

She hadn't minded that attention either. Steve was a good looking man. He was somewhat older but still in shape. His hair was turning grey and he didn't try to cover it up, which she liked. The grey made him look distinguished.

She'd touched his arm once at a party flirting with him and felt a rock hard bicep beneath his suit jacket sleeve. He had light blue eyes that never left her when they talked. He didn't ogle her crudely like some of Ray's colleagues but, did undress her with his eyes, and would actually have discussions with her.

I on the other hand, while she loved me, l had allowed the stress of my job to get to me. I looked older than my age, had a paunchy stomach coming on, my hair used to be thick but now thinning, and droopy eyes.

And I must admit admit, my smaller than average penis, rarely got used much lately.

I worked long hours in my office at work and study at home. I am good at my job, so much that she couldn't understand much of what I did at work, but I also fantasised more and more with seeing my wife with another man, than work at our marriage at times.

She still loved though. I needed her. Even more than she needed me.

She heard a timer go off in the kitchen and with a last look in the mirror left the bedroom, striding confidently on her high-heeled shoes.

I had called her from work earlier.

Steve had called me to let me know that Clara had to go to her mother's again, and could not make it to dinner, and maybe we postpone to another time.

I told Steve that Wendy had already prepared the food so he could still come if he wanted.

Even though Steve knew I was Ok with him fucking Wendy, he still felt uncomfortable about it now.

I explained that everything was cool, and he and Clara are our friends.

So eventually Steve agreed to come alone. Then perhaps he could see there is no problem between us.

I immediately called Wendy to inform her about Clara.

" So Steve is still coming?" She asked.

"Yep, he wanted to cancel, but I told him that you had already started cooking and you would be disappointed! Is that ok honey?"I asked.

"Ah, yeh, sure. No problem"

On the way home Wendy picked up the ingredients for chicken parmesan with pasta, Italian bread, and a salad. She could make that easily for three people. The chicken was breaded and cooking in the oven. Water was boiling on the stove, waiting for the pasta to be added. She checked the chicken and it was cooked through so she turned the oven down and left it in to keep warm until we finally showed up.

She didn't have to wait long when she heard the front door open as she was buttering the bread, readying it for the oven.

"Honey, we're home," I yelled.

"I'm in the kitchen," she yelled back.

She heard the front door close and heard Steve and I talking as we came into the house.

"Steve's here honey." I added. She heard us go into the living room which adjoined the kitchen.

"Hi Steve" Wendy called.

The kitchen opened into the living room with only the counters separating the two rooms. The counters formed an L-shape with the long part between the living room and kitchen. The stove, refrigerator, and sink were against the wall of the kitchen so she had her back to the living room as she worked at the stove.

She looked over her shoulder into the living room between the counters and cupboards and saw the two of us talking.

"Take a seat you two." she said. "Dinner's almost ready. Ray could you get the drinks?"

"Take a seat Steve," I said. "What would you like to drink. Bourbon on the rocks right?"

"That works," Steve said.

Wendy smiled to herself to hear us chatting. Husband and lover. That means things were already going well.

She finished buttering the bread, wrapped it up in foil, and turned as I entered the kitchen. I stopped short when I looked at her.

"Wow, honey, is that a dress or just painted on," he said softly, then looked sheepishly to the living room to see if Steve had heard me.

She walked towards me slowly, letting me take her in, and put her arms around me so her face was just inches from mine.

"You like?" she asked.

I just nodded my head.

She smiled and kissed lightly. I started to kiss her harder but she pulled back.

"Don't mess up my make-up," she chided me. "Besides you have a guest."

I squirmed against her and she could feel my below average 4.5 inch cock already growing erect and pressing against her hips. I placed my hands on her hips and looked towards the living room to see if we were being watched.

"You look incredible," I said.

"I always do," she replied. "You just don't always notice, but I can feel you noticing now."

I started to reply but she stopped me with a soft kiss. She pushed her hips against me and my growing erection, and then pulled back.

"Dinner's almost ready," she said louder. "Make the drinks and keep our guest company while I finish up."

With a groan I walked to a cabinet to retrieve two glasses, added ice, and poured in some bourbon. I took the drinks back to the living room with a final look at my wife.

That dress is almost 'inappropriate' I thought.

"Here's your drink"

"Well let me say hello to Wendy first," Steve said.

Wendy was dropping the spaghetti into the boiling water when she heard Steve walk across the living room and into the dining area that was separated from the kitchen by the short part of the L-shaped counters.

He leaned forward and just looked at her for a few seconds. Wendy didn't say anything as she added salt to the pasta and put on the pot lid, then turned to him.

"Hi, Wendy," he finally said, a big smile on his lips.

"Hi,Steve, how are you?" she said, feeling herself blush.

" How's Clara's mum?"

"Oh, just the same," he said.

"Expected I suppose, Steve, how are you?" she asked.

She put the bread in the oven and turned the heat back up.

"Pretty good. And you are looking great," he said.

"Hmm, you always say that!"

"Cos' it's true" he teased.

Wendy bent over further checking the chicken, knowing that her dress was riding on up on her thighs and Steve was getting an excellent look at her butt and possibly even the tops of her stockings. The garter and straps obvious as her twin globes of her bottom were accentuated. But where was the pantie line?

She felt comfortable flirting and showing her body off at home, to Steve, she felt safe. Although!

She closed the oven door, stood up, and straightened her dress, pulling it back down snugly.

"Dinner won't be long," she said.

"I don't mind waiting," he said and took a drink from his glass.

He was wearing a long sleeve white collared shirt and tie. He'd obviously been wearing a suit jacket, which I had hung up for him. The shirt fitted his muscled physique perfectly. His eyes followed Wendy as she poured herself a glass of wine.

I returned and immediately started talking to Steve who reluctantly turned away from Wendy and followed me back into the living room. Wendy started preparing the salad, cutting the vegetables on the counters, facing the living room, and joining in the conversation.

Myself and Steve had a few glasses of bourbon before dinner was ready.

Wendy let dinner take a while so we would talk more freely with Steve. She wanted to make sure that time with Steve did not come up. She was worried that I would eventually find out.

She led the conversation when I went off track, and got me talking about my work in that excited way I did.

Eventually, dinner was ready and Wendy laid out the table and called us into the dining area. We ate, talked, and drank.

The night went on and I started to slur my words some. Wendy didn't think it mattered since Steve had also had a lot to drink though he didn't show it like me. I was acting as if starting to feel tired.

I worked long days and was used to going to bed soon after getting home to get up early the next day. I was already past my usual bed time.

Steve was still lively and energetic. Wendy picked up my slack in the conversation until it was almost just the two of them talking while I leaned forward with my elbows on the table trying to keep myself awake. But listening intently.

Wendy found she liked looking into Steve's blue eyes as they conversed. Steve found Wendy very interesting and easy to talk to, as well as look at. Wendy also liked the bit of scruff on Steve's face that had grown during the day.

His dark hair was thick and wavy, parted on the side, free of hair products and she found herself remembering the feel of running her hand through his hair, so much thicker than my thinning hair.

She shifted in her chair trying to get more comfortable, rubbing her moistening pussy as the G-string had slid between her damp and engorged lips, as she tried to stop thinking about what they had done, and how many times, looking from his chiseled features to his broad shoulders and chest. His hands were even large and strong.

Yes, she was definitely attracted to the man. She knew she shouldn't be attracted to him. She was married after all. But he was handsome and well-built, an Alpha male, and seemed to be flirting with her as they talked, smiling at her broadly, fiddling with his silverware, watching her intently when she refilled his glass with more bourbon or her own with more wine.

She leaned over the table, her unfettered breasts filling her chest, let him look down her dress at her cleavage, wanting him to want her again, while chiding herself for doing it. Part of her wanted him to touch her right then, with me nodding off at the table. Alpha males always had that effect on women like Wendy. That's how he got her last time.

Her nipples were hard. Could he see that?

YES.

Finally, she decided she'd had too much to drink and her fantasies were going so far that she could barely maintain conversation with him.

"Well, you two should go sit in the living room so I can clean up in here," she said.

"Please, let me help,"

Steve said, standing up and grabbing his plate.

"That's all right," Wendy said.

She grabbed his plate, but he didn't let go right away. Her fingers over lapped his, a jolt of electricity shocked them both. He looked her in the eyes and for a moment they felt something pass between them, the knowledge that he wanted to fuck her, and that she would not resist his urgent want.

Then, she pulled the plate from him and turned around, consciously breaking the spell. She carried his plate to the sink and turned back around.

"Come on, Ray," Steve said.

Steve actually had to help me up and we walked into the living room where I flopped onto my armchair that faced back into the kitchen. Steve sat on the couch facing across the kitchen.

Wendy brought in fresh drinks for us, setting them on the coffee table, her dress showing off her breasts as the weight of them pushed the dress open at the front, as she bent over.

"How many of these have we had?" Steve asked.

"Not enough," I mumbled, sitting up enough to get my glass and take a big drink.

Wendy turned away and walked back to the dining area, feeling Steve's eyes on her, on her high heels, on her tight calves, on the swaying of her hips, on her butt wrapped firmly in her tight dress.

Noticing the the garter straps running down from her hips and stocking tops were now exposed from beneath the dress which had ridden up after being seated. She tossed her head to the side so he could see her long wavy hair brush across her bare shoulders and back. She smiled to herself feeling his eyes all over her, as she wiggled her bottom as she pulled the dress down again.

Her sexual scent filling the air, as she moved away.

Yes she needed a real man, badly.

Sub-consciously the Alpha male recognised that scent, the scent of a woman on heat and ready to mate.

She strode confidently to the dining table, picked up her plate, and glanced back into the living room. Steve was looking directly at her as I was talking.

He didn't look away from her, just took a drink and watched her walk the plate to the sink.

Her body tingled, her heart thumping, she knew what he wanted,.... HER.

She started washing the dishes, taking her time, listening to the light conversation in the living room, feeling Steve's eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. Once the table was cleared and dishes were cleaned she started on dessert, strawberry shortcake with fresh strawberries.

She started cutting the strawberries into thin slices when she suddenly noticed Steve standing on the other side of the island counter from her. She looked at him and he was looking back at her intensely.

His trousers bulging, her heart skipped a beat at it's size.

"Can I get something for you?" she asked, feeling a knot in her throat at being caught by surprise.

"Just thought I'd come in and talk to you," he replied. He glanced back into the living room. "I think Ray has run out of conversation."

She looked into the living room and saw me slouched in my chair, my eyes closed and head turned to the side, my mouth partially open, snoring. She smiled to herself, thinking of how often she'd seen me just like that, sleeping like the dead in my favourite chair. She'd have to shake me awake to get me to bed.

But.

I was playing possum, once Steve rang earlier in the day to inform us that Clara could not come, I planned to let nature happen, but this time I wanted to watch live without either of them knowing.

I saw how Steve acted around Wendy, I could see she was interested.

I kept still, my eyes barely open, I wanted to watch this time, live.

"Sorry about that," she said to Steve. "He works long hours. Well, I don't have to tell you."

"Yes. I know," he said.

He shook his glass, the ice clinked around, and he took a big drink, finishing off the last of it. He set the glass down on the counter and leaned towards her.

"If I were him, I wouldn't work such long hours, leaving such a beautiful wife home alone," he said.

She looked into his eyes, gleaming with mischief.

"I'm not home alone that much. I work too," she said.

She picked up a strawberry, wrapped her lips around the bottom of it and took a bite, feeling the juices burst in her mouth, before she started chewing on the sweet fruit.

"Want a strawberry?" she asked.

"No. just You," he said.

"You, have already had me!"

"Again then." He said with menace.

He walked around the counter as she put the stem of the strawberry down and began cutting up the strawberries again. She felt him stop behind her, so close, almost touching her, her heart missed a beat. then she felt his hands on her hips.

"Your dress has ridden up again, let me get that for you". She almost jumped at his touch, not as much from surprise as the thrilling shock of his hands on her suddenly as he seductivly pulled it down. She kept cutting up the strawberries.

"What are you making?" he asked, his voice so close to her right ear that he must be leaning over her slightly.

"Just strawberry shortcake," she said. "Something quick and easy, sweet and fresh."

"Just like you"

Wendy shivered, fully excited, hoping.

"Quick and easy?" She asked.

" If you want!" He replied.

"Or.. slow and HARD" he added suggestively while pressing his ample erection against her bottom.

Wendy blushed at his meaning. Her knees weakened.

She cut a slice off of a strawberry, pinched between her fingers, then leaned back, holding it over her shoulder.

"Here try this," she said.

Without hesitation, he took the strawberry slice from between her fingers with his lips. Her hand lingered for a moment, as he sucked on her fingers with his lips, feeling them move as he chewed on the luscious fruit, then she turned back to cutting more of the strawberries.

"Mmmm Tasty like your nipples, I would say," he said seductivly.

His hands on her hips, moved slowly up to her waist, brushing over the smooth fabric of her dress. She sighed deep in her throat and stood still over the counter, excited, yearning at his touch.

She knew he was feeling what the straps were, and where they went. Then, his hands moved back down over her hips and butt, no panties, then back up again. She leaned back against him slightly, dropping the knife on the cutting board and laying her hands on the counter.

She glanced into the living room towards me. I could see them clear enough, still asleep with my head tilted directly towards them, breathing deeply and snoring. But totally awake.