I'd worked with Michelle for around two years. I'd also fancied Michelle for around two years. As first sight, I knew she was someone that I'd really like to be with.
By her own admission, she would never have been a model. She was very pretty but in a plain sort of way. She was forty-one years old, with three teenage children, but nature had been kind to her. Her face showed not much sign of ageing, no blemishes at all. Her face made her look younger than she was, and she was forever getting compliments about her skin looking so good. I was twenty-five years old and single.
Michelle had been married to Neil since they were eighteen. They were the same age, childhood sweethearts, and even though I really fancied her I could see why they'd been together so long. Neil had worked with us for a couple of months when he got made redundant. Michelle worked part-time, so Neil came to work with us to keep some extra income coming in. He left when he was offered a job at one of his former employer's rivals.
He made me feel a little guilty about fancying, and sometimes fantasising, about his wife because he was such a nice guy, easy to get along with and even making and joining in with flirty comments about her. There was no hint of jealousy or anger if anyone made any sexual references to her, providing people didn't go over the top. I'd even joked with him that I'd called her My Chelle one time, making a play on words to her proper name, saying I wanted her for myself, not realising at the time she was married.
Things came to a head after Neil had left. Our shifts didn't always cross, but I needed to speak to her one day to discuss a work issue. As I walked towards where she'd be, she was bending over replacing some price labels. Her arse was quite big but not massive, just enough to put her into PAWG status. Coupled with her 38D tits she was delightfully curvy. I wolf-whistled to myself as I approached her, and she got up and frowned at me.
"Are you checking out my bum again, Danny?" she asked, pretending to tut at me.
"It shouldn't be so damn nice then, it's like an upside-down love heart," I told her.
She blushed. "You shouldn't be looking at married ladies like that, it's very naughty, especially when they're almost old enough to be your mother," she playfully scolded me.
"Give over," I replied, "You look younger than me! Anyway, there's no harm in a little window shopping, even if you know you can't have the item you really want."
She smiled broadly, and answered, "Never say never Danny, you can get anything you want if you want it that bad."
She wandered off down the shop, I was left staring at her round arse while wondering if I could get back to where I worked without anyone noticing my semi-erect cock in my trousers.
Two days later she approached me. "Neil says you're very naughty for eyeing up his wife, but agreed with the upside-down love heart line about my bum. He says it looks more like it when you can see it without clothes in the way."
She grinned and walked away. I ran after her.
"You told Neil what I'd said to you, wasn't he angry?"
"No, quite the opposite. We talk about anything that anyone has said to either of us, rather than be jealous Neil takes it as a compliment, realising he's married to someone who other people fancy. I'm the same with him too."
She saw my shocked face and continued "We don't keep any secrets, we're a very open couple."
She walked off again, with me now trying to work out if she was giving me cryptic messages. I decided it was my mind trying to pretend she was seducing me, she was happily married after all.
We didn't see each other at work for about a week, then her break time coincided with mine. I sat at a table next to her where she was already sitting with others and caught up halfway through a conversation. There were men and women sitting around the table, and they were teasing a new eighteen-year-old lad about sexual positions. It was obvious he wasn't experienced, as he hadn't heard of many of them. They started talking about their favourite positions when Michelle looked directly at me and asked what position I'd do her in. She giggled as the rest of the table fell silent awaiting my reply.
"Doggy I think, I couldn't resist that arse, especially if you were wearing stockings. Although then I'd miss seeing those amazing tits in the flesh, that would be a shame," I played along with her game.
Her face lit up as the table erupted with comments, and she giggled as she looked around the table. Her break ended and as she got up to walk away she brushed her hand across my lap. She smiled and winked. My mind wasn't playing tricks now, she was definitely leading me on.
I saw her three days later. She looked a little nervous as she approached me, looking around to see if anyone was close by. She leaned into me, her breasts touching my arm.
"Neil wants to know if you want to come around and fuck me?" she whispered, trying not to be heard.
"What? Are you winding me up?" I blurted out.
"Sssh, be quiet, I don't want everyone knowing," she said, continuing to look around. Her breasts rubbed across my arm again, I could feel her nipples stiffening.
She handed me a piece of folded up paper, with her phone number on, and told me to text her when we'd finished work. I couldn't wait until I got home. Of course, I wanted to fuck her, but she'd confused me by telling me Neil had said to ask.
"I'm 100% up for having sex with you, but you said Neil asked you to ask me. Not sure what you mean? Do you want to, or is this Neil making you ask?" I sent it to her. I made myself a drink while waiting for her text reply. My phone pinged shortly after.
"It was Neil's idea, but he knows how much I want to fuck you too. Neil will be in the room, but not join in, he just wants to watch. If that's too weird for you then fair enough, but you'll never get chance again x x x," was the reply.
Neil wanted to watch. Erm, ok. I'd never thought about that at all, maybe they had a behind closed doors secret sexual thing going on. He wouldn't join in. I suppose that made my mind up, although a little awkward at first, fucking someone else's wife while they watched, once I'd got into it I'm sure I'd forget he was there. And she'd said it would be my only chance. I'd spent two years fantasising about sex with her, I couldn't say no.
"Ok then, just tell me what time and when. The first time Neil tickles my balls I'm out though!" I replied, trying to put a jokey mood behind it.
"Phew, you took your time replying, I thought it would be no. I'm fingering myself in anticipation while replying. Neil knows I want to fuck you, just doesn't know how many times I've thought about it," she sent back.
Oh boy. I re-read the message a few times, just to make sure it was real. My phone pinged again.
"Don't get any ideas from that about me leaving him and us running off into the sunset, we're happily married. You just get your window shopping eventually as I told you. 7 pm, Friday."
I sent a message saying that time was great, and did I need to bring anything with me? She replied saying just bring myself, her and Neil would provide anything else.
We didn't have another shift together before Friday. I got home from work, showered, and wondered what to wear. We were only going to be at their house, so I just threw on jeans and a T-shirt, and some trainers. I did, however, have some silk boxers that I rarely wore, so they'd get an outing. I drove over to their house, and opened the gate and started to walk up the pathway, just as Neil and their children came out of the house.
"Just taking these to their nan's where they're stopping overnight," he explained. "Go in and get comfortable, just don't start without me," he grinned.
I waved and told him ok, and tried the door, which opened. I called out for Michelle. Her voice came from upstairs.
"Pour yourself a drink, and do me one too. Lock the door, Neil will use his key when he gets back. Just finishing off getting prepared. Make yourself comfortable in the living room," she shouted down.
The door had led me into the kitchen area, where several bottles of spirits were standing. I knew Michelle liked a vodka, so I poured us both a glass and took them into the living room. I'd gone there in a positive frame of mind, but looking around and seeing so many pictures on the wall of their kids, them all as a family, and some of their wedding day, made me a little apprehensive about how this was going to pan out.
Michelle came down wearing a big fluffy dressing gown, wrapped tightly around her. I was slightly disappointed, I think in the back of my mind I'd thought she would appear and be naked already. The dressing gown was full length, but I did notice some nylon on her ankles and lower legs, perhaps she had put stockings on for me. She pointed at the spare glass, asked if it was for her, and swigged it down in one gulp.
"Another?" she asked me. I finished my drink, handed her the glass, and nodded. She came back with the glasses full. She drank half of hers in one gulp again.
I put my glass down and stood up, leaning forwards to kiss her. She put a hand to my chest, stopping me. "Not until Neil is back," she told me.
I sat back down.
"So, do you do this very often?" I asked.
"No, this is our sixth time I think" she replied.
"So how did this come about, do you guys still have sex or is this a compromise?"
"Oh god no, we probably have more sex together now than when we were conceiving the children," she said. "The only compromise is we both have to agree who we get to fuck. If either of us says no, it doesn't happen. It works both ways."
"So you've watched Neil too?" I asked.
"Yes, it was surreal the first time. Watching him fuck someone else, and getting to see the things he'd normally be doing to me from a different point of view gave it a weird but pleasurable feeling. I came six times the first time I watched him, I think I came more times than the girl herself."
"Have there been anyone else you both knew like me, or is it random?" I asked.
She giggled. "Emma."
"Emma who works with us? Really? She seems so really quiet?" I said, a little astonished.
