Make Yourself at Home
I'm Simon. I'm thirty-six years old. I'm not in great shape but I'm no slob either. Jennifer and I have been married for a little over ten years. She's very tall and slim with tiny, pert breasts that don't sag at all even though she's now thirty-seven years old. She has shoulder-length blond hair, fairly wide shoulders with a narrow waist and slender hips. She has a high, tight butt and her legs are incredibly long. They appear to make up more than half of her six-foot stature. If she puts on the lowest heels she owns she is just as tall as me.
I'm an average guy with a middle-management job that pays pretty well; while Jennifer is a brilliant accountant whose job pays even better than mine. Our relationship has always been very solidly based on a deep, abiding love and mutual respect. We've always lived within our means and have rarely argued about anything and
never
about money. Jennifer is so skillful with money management that, even though we're not wealthy, we own our home, three cars and a boat.
Our house is a nineteenth century farmhouse. It isn't big or fancy but it's comfortable and homey. My wife loves to spend her free time cooking and quilting while I tend to spend my time with my own hobbies. We both have always enjoyed the company of good friends and have often hosted friends for the weekend.
Over the years Jennifer and I have helped several friends who found themselves in need. We took them into our home and let them stay in our guest room without ever charging rent. It was never our
plan
, it just sort of happened that way. Early on, we took in one of Jennifer's best friends who needed a place to stay while working toward her master's degree. Candy lived in our spare room for a little over a year in order to establish in-state residency, save money and be close to school.
Candy was the thirty-year-old daughter of Chinese immigrants but she was very "American." She'd been born and raised in the U.S. and even had a little bit of a southern accent. Candy always dressed very conservatively for school but was in the habit of wearing considerably less when at home. She worked out every day, either at home or at the gym, and wore skimpy little spandex outfits for the occasion. She had long, luxuriously thick black hair that hung well past her waist. She had wide shoulders and lovely womanly hips with a thick waist. She wasn't fat, just sort of thick.
Living together, there were the inevitable awkward moments since there's only one bathroom in the house. I'm sure she caught a glimpse of me in the shower or changing after work and I certainly got an eyeful of her a few times.
She'd been living with us for about a month when I came home early on a Friday afternoon to find her dancing around, completely nude, in the kitchen. She had a pair of earphones in and was blending her smoothie while she un-self-consciously gyrated her hips to a tune that I couldn't hear. I stood mesmerized by the spectacle until she spun around and noticed me staring.
Candy froze for a long moment before blushing and yanking her earphones out. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself with her hands. With an arm across her breasts and one hand in her crotch she only succeeded in looking even sexier than before. Her small nipples were set in the middle of large, dark areolas at the tip of relatively small breasts that sagged only slightly. She sported a thick tuft of jet-black, very straight pubic hair that did little to conceal her dark outer labia.
I couldn't help laughing and said, "Sorry! I'm not laughing
at
you. I'm laughing at the situation. I must say, you're a very good dancer."
Candy continued to blush but laughed too. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd be home for at least a couple of hours. Let me go put something on."
She headed toward the stairway behind me. I stepped aside and she casually brushed up against me as she passed. "I'll be back when I'm decent."
I felt
myself
blushing now, "I don't think I've ever seen you look more decent."
"Very funny." She giggled as she ascended the stairs. "Keep your eyes in your head or I'll tell Jenny."
I tried to keep my eyes in my head but everything jiggled rather nicely as she bounded up the staircase.
"I'm pretty sure Jenny would agree with me!" I called out after her as she reached the top of the stairs and the door to her room.
Candy came back downstairs after less than five minutes. She was still barefoot but was now wearing an oversized cotton t-shirt that advertised the Hard Rock Café in Hong Kong. The t-shirt came down to about mid-thigh on her.
"No pants?"
She raised the hem of her shirt to show her shiny blue, skin tight, lycra running shorts and smirked, "You wish."
"A guy can hope, right?" I grinned and set about pouring myself a beer while she drank her smoothie through a straw.
"Seriously, I'm sorry to barge in on you. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's OK, I guess. I'm not easily embarrassed and, besides, it's
your
house."
"You should feel at home here too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"It's OK. It's bound to happen occasionally. I just don't want to upset Jenny. She's my best friend and I don't want her to think I'm coming on to you. I'm not, you know. You're like a brother to me."
"Yeah? How do you feel about incest?"
Oh my God! You're such a pervert!"
"I am
not!
I'm..."
"A pervert!"
"Ok, guilty. But you
started
it!"
"Yeah. Sorry about that." She smiled at me over the rim of her glass as she drank down the last of her smoothie.
I pulled my tie loose and said, "I'm going to go get out of this monkey suit."
"I should barge in on you. It'd serve you right!"
I was halfway up the staircase, "Anytime, Candy! I'd be happy to give you a show anytime you want!"
"Oh, for God's sake! Pervert!"
I was still chuckling as I closed the door to my bedroom and stripped out of my jacket and slacks. I had quite a hardon and the front of my jockeys was soaked with my precum. I decided that I was going to have to jerk off before going back downstairs or I wasn't going to fit into my shorts properly.
I pulled my button-down shirt off, stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and assessed myself as I tugged on my cock a bit. I wasn't in great shape but I wasn't too bad for a guy who was approaching forty; I guess you could say I had a "dad bod." I was mostly bald with a well-groomed mustache and stylish glasses. My circumcised cock was average length and fairly thick with a large head. My rather muscular legs were probably my best feature. I had nothing to be ashamed of.
I stopped playing with myself when I heard Jennifer come in the front door and greet Candy before heading up the staircase. She entered the bedroom as I was pulling a clean t-shirt over my head.
"Hi Honey! How was your day?"
"Same old... Oh my. What's gotten into you?"
"Huh?"
She was staring at my erection, "You look like you've had an exciting day."
"Ha! No. I had a really boring day until I got home early and walked in on Candy dancing around naked in the kitchen."
Jennifer closed the distance between us and kissed me deeply while grabbing my cock and balls with both hands.
"Oh. Poor baby. She teased you and left you like this? She didn't even offer to blow you?"