The next day, a Thursday, the girls gathered. May was to show up with her husband after I called her requesting a man to help me with a "manly" chore at my house. Her husband, Jerry, is all man. Nice build, great smile. He'd always been easy to talk to at parties or even in the grocery store. And, while he was never overtly flirtatious, there was always something about him that made me want to tug surreptitiously at my neckline to make it more revealing or to put my hand somewhere where he could pick it up and hold it as we talked.
I'd paid particular attention to his cock at the meetings. As he slid it into Freddie at the first meeting and then Suzanne later I'd watched it disappear and reappear. I had watched his ass as his cock slid in and out. I'd take that cock any day -- maybe twice on any day. But I'm getting lost in my fantasy (again!).
In fact I've lost part of my story. Let me take you back a couple of weeks . . . . .
Following our initial get girls togethers, I'd begun talking with the others. My main question was have you ever played with a man's dick until he came. It didn't have to be a husband. Most were a bit horrified at the idea. Some told me that they'd touched "it", but the idea of purposely masturbating a man just to give him pleasure or watch the cum spurt was anathema. Most said that included blow jobs. For myself, I had never done it. I'd give Bob a blow job now and then although I didn't usually let him cum in my mouth. Now I began to wonder what it might be like. The thought of making Bob hard, then continuing to stroke him until he came was very appealing. Bob did it for me occasionally, but I'd never thought to do him.
I did find two who had. One said she'd done it for a boy friend in her teen years to avoid having him practically rape her. The other, once we got to talking about it, said she did it fairly often. It was just one of those things they did to keep things interesting. She told me that they had found a spot on the crest of a high hill near here where she would tie him to a tree naked. She'd use her hands and mouth on him for long periods. She sometimes had a climax herself when he came.
They would go to the crest of that hill with nothing but sex in mind carrying bondage items and other toys. When they got there, they'd either flip a coin or perhaps one had lost a bet. The winner would choose what was to happen. Usually they'd end up fucking on a large flat rock that capped the hill. She wouldn't tell me which hill it was. That was their secret. I didn't push it. I could understand why they wanted that for themselves.
I had asked if anyone ever had happened on them. Sure, she had said, but they were always polite enough to move on.
After compiling this good gossip level information, I had decided that we all needed to learn how to pleasure our husbands better. At the same time, we'd learn things we could pass along to them as to how to give us more pleasure. Sounded like a great adventure to me. When I presented it to the girls, they were in enthusiastic agreement.
We by now admitted that our husbands must masturbate, though we didn't know when or where. We agreed that we'd not interfere with that, but that we'd like to know what they did so we could do it to them as well. We'd also show them what we did for ourselves. However, the idea of just saying, "Husband, I know you masturbate. Show me how you do it" wasn't the plan. The trick would be to find a husband who wouldn't mind showing us the various things he did for himself. Perhaps with that and some explorations on the web, we'd learn enough. We didn't have to know everything, after all.
May had volunteered Jerry. I had volunteered Bob. Candy thought Mark might do it.
This brings me to the present. Though I must clue you, dear reader, into one more important part of this plot. All of our houses have security cameras. Management had gotten spooked some years ago by a break-in. To provide better protection each of our houses had been wired with security cameras. The cameras were generally off, but they could be activated by a security officer at central security if they suspected something. They have a dim red light that glows if the camera is active so we don't feel spied upon. We can also use them ourselves with our own computers. If the camera recognized the requesting computer as belonging to the owner of the house, the light does not come on. It was this latter function that I was taking advantage of today. The girls were gathered in Cheryl's house next door watching on our computer hooked, of course, to their large HDTV.
Alone in my house I called Jerry and asked it he would mind helping me move some furniture complaining that Bob never wanted to help. Of course he'd help, he said. I told him to bring May to help me think about where the furniture should go. Sure, he'd said and the two of them were at my door in minutes.
I was wearing one of Bob's old dress shirts and barefoot. Just a housewife knocking about her house during a day when her husband was out of town.
Jerry was in day-off dress. He was always sexy in my eyes, but he came in wearing a beat up pair of khakis, old tee shirt, and topsiders without socks. He didn't even have a belt and his hair was mussed. I wonder if May had done that. All in all he was perfect. I couldn't wait to see how long he'd last.
We had a general plan of how things were to go, but no specific script. We believed we could play it by ear. I had let Bob in on enough of what I was doing to get him to help me install strong eye bolts in the ceiling where they'd be useful, but not especially noticeable.
All right, I'll confess, I didn't tell Bob the whole truth. In fact much of what I told him wasn't the truth at all. But a girl's got do do what a girl's got to do.
As usual May had on a short, lightweight top that allowed her flat stomach to show and a pair of very short shorts. Her cheeks were easily visible from the rear. She, too, was barefoot.
May and I started talking about the furniture, then she noticed an empty bag and a receipt from a local shop. "Did you make that bra sale," she asked.
"I did. And I think I found at least one that's actually comfortable," I said.
"I can never find just what I want," she said. "I want something that shows cleavage and has those pads on the bottom of the cup to push you up a bit. That's what Jerry likes to see. Isn't that right," she said sexy smile and a wink addressing the last comment to Jerry. Jerry looked the faintest bit uncomfortable, but agreed without reservation.
"I think I know what you mean. That's what I got," I said unbuttoning my shirt. Both she and Jerry were in front of me. "Jerry, you don't mind a bit of girl talk for a minute do you?"
"No," he said, the dear, "you two go right ahead." He was watching me unbutton.
I finished unbuttoning. Jerry took a breath and looked away. I laughed at his discomfort. "Oh Jerry, you can be one of the girls today and look at my bra. Maybe you'll learn something."
"You never know," May assured him, "and I certainly don't mind."
Jerry looked back. "Ok, maybe I will learn something." Now he stared. May had given explicit permission. He wasn't going to miss a thing now.
"They never fit me quite right," said May continuing our interrupted conversation. She felt the bra on the underside of my breast. "How much padding does it have?"
"Well here," I said, "try it on. I think we're about the same size." I dropped the shirt. May nodded assent and pulled her shirt off. I had only the old dress shirt of Bob's on. Panties, yes; shorts, no.
"Should I leave," Jerry gulped.
"Oh, Jerry, you've seen a girl without her bra on before. Make yourself useful and undo this catch." I presented myself to him, but didn't turn my back. He'd have to reach around to undo my bra. "Show me those bra-catch-release tricks all you boys know."
Without my shirt I was now standing in front of him in bra and panties. May was wearing short shorts, no top, no shoes. That Jerry was hard was quite evident. He had to brush against me in order to reach around to my back. I loved the smell of him this close. He fumbled a bit. I moved even closer crushing my breasts against him. He succeeded and the bra came off in his hand. I stepped back.
