The front doorbell rings. It's Steve.
"Hi Steve," I say, bringing him into the living room. "Bob and Jim are downstairs already. Bob's got the fire going in the new fireplace and the bearskin rug on the floor. All we need now is Nancy. She should be here soon."
He nods and we go downstairs. The fire crackles and we've stripped to underwear. My wife is off in the city visiting her wicked witch mother. It's a happy thing. My friends and I have arranged this lustful session with a co-worker whose spouse is also absent. He is a trucker on the road somewhere in another part of the continent. She doesn't like him much, and she's feeling horny. It didn't take long to get her to agree to a session with us. She knows we're all nice married guys who won't squeal on her.
The doorbell rings again. I put on a bathrobe and go upstairs to the front door. Nancy is standing there in the freezing rain, a lopsided grin on her face. She's well built with wide hips and big boobs. I bring her in quickly and hang up her wet coat in the hall closet.
"Are they all here yet?" she asks diffidently. Now that she has arrived in my house, she knows she has male expectations to fulfill. "I've never done this before," she says.
"You said that before," I reply. "We haven't either, so let's not worry about it and just see how it feels. We did say you could quit any time. OK?"
"Yes, you did, didn't you?" she says. "OK, let's go."
I take her hand and lead her downstairs to the family room. She pauses at the foot of the stairs and takes in the scene: the three other men sitting in their underwear with big grins and lustful stares at her and the bearskin rug spread out in front of the fire, now subsided to a friendly crackle. It is the only source of light in the room. Its glimmering beams lick over the far wall and furniture. Beyond the fireplace, the distant lights of the town across the lake form finger traces across the water, seeming to point through the picture windows at us.
"Hi guys," she says shyly, advancing to the sofa. Steve is the gracious one. He stands up and gives her a brotherly hug.
"Hi Nancy. Glad you decided to come tonight. Are you still up for this?"
She replies, "I think so" with a wistful chuckle. "I see you've already started". She points at Steve's shorts, already with a tent in front. Jim on the sofa flushes red and bends over, trying to conceal his own erection.
"You're the host," says Bob to me. "I guess you get the first turn." It was a fair comment. Someone had to overcome a natural shy uncertainty about getting naked with each other. Someone had to start. Someone had to show his cock.
I nod at Bob. "You're right, my friend," I say. Turning to Nancy, I search her face for consent. "Nancy, my dear," I say, "let's get that sweatshirt off you."
She nods briefly and lets me pull off the sweatshirt. Her white bra has frilly pink lace trim and barely contains her ample breasts. She gives us a characteristic lopsided grin, as if she feels our rising lust. She unbuttons the waist of her jeans and I help her pull them off. Her white panties match the bra with pink lace at the waistband. I quickly pull off my sweatshirt and jeans.
I embrace Nancy warmly, feeling her bra against my chest and smelling her perfume. Her wavy, dense hair is a rich chestnut color and falls to her shoulders. My right hand drops from her back to her buttocks and feels her jiggly bum cheeks, then her bum crack. The boys on the sofa watch my hand explore this previously forbidden territory. We've all wanted to do Nancy. We've all known her at work for years.
I turn her to face them and unhook her bra. Its straps slip gently down her arms and it falls to the floor. Bob picks up the bra and looks up directly at her bare breasts. They are magnificent. A smirk creases his face. I reached around and fondle her breasts, feeling their weight and pinching the nipples with my fingers. I have the men's full attention.
I'm getting very aroused. My cock is now pointing up very stiff. The glans penis pushes uncomfortably against the cotton restraint of my shorts. I step back from Nancy and pull off my shorts. She turns to see what I'm doing in time to see my penis jump free and point straight at her. She giggles. I wonder again why women giggle like little girls when they see a fully erect penis.
