Where do I start with this tale? Guess a little about myself and then a little history would be best. Okay, here goes. My name is Elizabeth, but most everyone calls me Beth. Except my husband of course, he likes to call me Liz. During the last 12 years of my life numerous men have told me I am attractive. They have continued to say that I have a certain “thing” about me that says I am vulnerable while still remaining sexy. Looking in the mirror I would tend to agree in theory since I stand 5’ 7 ½” tall, weigh 125 pounds and have a 34-23-35 figure. Oh yea, my “cup” size ranges from a snug B to a small C. My hair is hangs just below my shoulders, is soft and light reddish to blondish in color. My opinion would be that my eyes are my best feature being not overly large and green in color. I am also 29 years old.
I have been working for Betty Bryant, the director of Marketing, as an administrative assistant for the past six months. I have been locked in a lifeless and mostly passionless marriage to my husband Mark, for 8 years. This story occurred about six months ago. Betty and I were talking about things in general and how we needed to get to know each other better when she invited Mark and me over to her house for a cookout. She indicated I would like Art; her husband of 12 years and it would give us a chance to become better acquainted. The date was set for the upcoming Friday night at 7:00.
Mark wasn’t keen on the idea, but decided to go. Friday came and we got ready. Mark dressed in jeans that were so tight it was impossible not to notice his cock outlined in the material. Mark has numerous failings, but the size of his manhood isn’t one of them, while his ability to use it, well that’s another issue. I wore a skirt and loose blouse. The top was made of cotton, was fitted through my chest and had several buttons down the front. The skirt was plain and fashioned as a straight, non-pleated style with a slight flair to it, nothing too tight or sexy.
I caught Mark looking at me several times. Next thing I knew he was standing next to me. His breathing was stronger and more pronounced than normal. He reached his hand down to the bottom edge of my skirt and moved his hand under the material until he came into contact with my leg. With the contact, I jumped slightly. It was an unexpected, but welcomed touch. Mark let his fingers trail over the softness of my mid and upper thigh, then just as suddenly moved away. Another lesson in teasing, start the engine, then run from the car.
We left shortly and hadn’t been on the road long when I felt I was being watched. Glancing over at Mark I was surprised to see him looking at me. Actually he was looking at how the material of my skirt was caught under my rear. I guess the amount of leg showing was having an effect on him. The bulge at his crotch actually grew as I watched. I wanted to reach over and run my hand down the length as we drove, but I figured he would tell me to blow him, or stop teasing him. Either option was not acceptable. I wanted sex so bad right now I was tempted to blow him, but I knew there wasn’t a chance of getting anything in return, other than a mouthful of seed. Still the excitement of him looking at me had a profound effect. Glimpsing down my front I noticed how erect my nipples had become. I think Mark noticed also as he reached down and adjusted himself to make it more comfortable for him to sit and drive.
Maybe it was the devil in me but I could not help but move in my seat as if becoming more comfortable. All the while knowing my skirt was going further up my legs. Looking down there was even the hint of panties showing at the bottom of the hem. It took all my restraint from reaching down and touching myself the way I had done so many times in the past couple of years trying to achieve satisfaction. I was successful but not at a cost. I knew I was getting damp and would be able to feel it all evening. Not a pleasant thought when considering I had no idea how long we would be at Betty and Art’s house.
We arrived and Betty and Art came out to greet us. Both men were impressed with the sexy women in front of them. Betty and I also looked. The only difference was I looked at Art’s face and then moved my gaze to Betty. From where I stood it was obvious she was looking squarely at the outline of Mark’s cock in his jeans. She wet her lips in what would have to be a subconscious move.
Betty was wearing a print blouse that had a V-neck button up the front and with a rounded bottom. The bottom barely reached the top of her tan shorts. The shorts were of good length, snug in the waist and flared out over her hips into almost a balloon leg opening. They looked like a short, full skirt. She had it all tied together with sandals that sported a small heel, enough to make her calves tighten.
Mark broke the silence first, “Liz never told me she worked for such a beautiful woman.”
Betty smiled from the obvious compliment and held out her hand for him to shake. Art for his part was looking at me. I felt his eyes travel from my eyes to the tips of my toes, but his gaze lingered at my breasts and thighs. I was well covered, but he seemed to be determining how difficult it would be to get me out of the clothes, rather than what I looked like in them. He shook my hand with confidence. A gentle squeeze at the end told me he liked what he saw. He then turned his attention to Mark. They spoke and then Art asked him how he liked his steaks.
“Like my women - hot, tender, juicy, and with lots of pink in the middle.”
Mark’s quick glance over to Betty to watch for a reaction was met with a twinkle in her eyes. The men then went outside to cook the steaks.
“I didn’t know Mark was going to be so handsome. You should have warned me about him. I must tell you I’m impressed. He looks like such a stud.”
Her comments shocked me a little. The fact that she was so open about Mark and his sex appeal. I mentioned that the picture she had of Art in her office, didn’t do him justice either.
“One thing about Mark, you never know what he is going to do, say or act like. Tonight he had his hands all over me. I was just starting to get turned on and he stopped. Right in the middle, had his hand under my skirt and everything. I was on the verge of saying something to him to keep him going, but he left me high and dry.”
“Don’t you mean wet?” Betty asked.
I blushed and we continued to chat. She showed me her entire house, ending in the den. I ask how she had time for the house, a career, and yard-work, she referenced the fact that she had a yardman named Jimmy. Betty offered to get me a glass of wine. Something about wine, it makes me fuzzy real quick, and horny. So I said yes. After we drank the first glass, the conversation turned sexual in nature (just what I needed) and Betty mentioned Jimmy again.
“Yes Jimmy trims the yard and takes care of all the bushes as well,” Betty said. “It sounds like he takes care of more than the yard,” I said.
“As a matter of fact, he has been known to do a little “inside” bush work. He has the most marvelous tools for taking care of bushes. Would you like to see him?” She moved to the bar and poured us another glass of wine. I took the glass, moved it to my lips and took another sip. “You have pictures. I don’t believe it. You couldn’t? I mean; I never could.”
Betty went to the bookcase, reached back behind some books on the second shelf and brought out a videocassette. Grinning like a cat with canary feathers sticking out of its mouth, she moved to the VCR, turned it on and put the tape in.
