"What you doing today?"
"Fucking you. All day." I'm a doctor and work shifts, so despite being mid week I had a day off. Unfortunately my husband did not.
"Afraid not - I'm working all day."
"I'm so fucking horny."
"You've been horny since Annie fucked you up the arse. She really got you."
"Annie fucked me up the arse because I was so horny. Come on, a quickie?"
"I really have to go - I'm already late."
"Spoilsport. Pass me a dildo then."
"Front or back?" He'd pass me a smaller one if I said back. So considerate and understanding.
"Hm. Actually, both."
"Tart."
"That's why you love me."
After doing myself I got up and wandered around a bit, aimlessly. Actually I'd worked an awful lot of hours just recently, and really did just need a bit of chilling out time. It was a beautiful day, so after a few necessary chores I got myself organized, stripped off the skimpy dress I'd been wearing and lay out in the sun. The garden is completely private so there was no issue with nude sunbathing. It also meant that there was no problem with bringing out a few toys to play with.
After a bit I was satisfied - for the moment, at least - and dozed peacefully in the sun. Sometime later I was woken by the doorbell. Tempted to ignore it, I realised I could do with a drink and a break from the sun. I was also tempted, just for a second, to answer it naked, but common sense got the better of me and I slipped my dress on - it was thin, but better than nothing. As I got up a pleasing sensation in my arse told me I'd dozed off with a butt plug in place; common sense did not prompt me to remove it before answering the door.
"Nat - what brings you here? Come in". It was my brother.
"Is it OK? Mark texted me and said that you were bored as everyone else was at work, and if I wasn't busy I should come and surprise you." Did he indeed; how very interesting.
"I have pastries."
"I'll make coffee then"
While making coffee I noticed Nat's eyes drifting downwards, and realised that I was not really very decent: the dress was skimpy at the best of times, but a mixture of sun cream and perspiration - hey, it was a sweltering hot day! - had made it rather clingy. OK, very clingy and rather transparent. I should have gone and changed. I didn't. I was beginning to enjoy myself.
We sat in the garden with our coffee and delicious Danish pastries talking gibberish. He was still checking me out, probably because I was accidentally-on-purpose flashing him whenever possible - leaning forward so he could see my tits, legs angled to make the most of them and probably more than a hint of pussy.
I got up to get some more coffee, and when I turned round - bottom facing him - he called out in surprise
"Jools!"
"What?"
"Are you wearing a - no sorry, ignore me. Actually could I have juice, not coffee?"
"Am I wearing what? I'm just wearing this dress - I only put it on to answer the door."
"Sorry, probably just the way it fell."
I knew he'd made out the base of my butt plug; the dress was so insubstantial it would definitely show. I could have easily dropped the topic, but really didn't want to. "How do you mean?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just an idiot. Just the back of your dress looked a bit odd, but it was just a trick of the light."
I felt around my bottom - through the dress - and then affected surprise.
"Oh, it's a butt plug. Sorry, didn't realise you'd be able to see it. Back in a sec."
I returned shortly. I had fucked his wife, Annie, ten days ago and just as I had half expected her to flee when left alone, so I wondered if Nat would have scarpered. He hadn't.
He was quite matter of fact, but smiling. "You mean I've been sitting here talking to my sister while she's squirming around with a toy up her arse? I wondered why you couldn't sit still."
"Sorry. I fell asleep with it in while sunbathing, and then the doorbell rang. I haven't had a chance to take it out."
"You sunbathe with a buttplug in?"
