She opened the door, somewhat surprised to see me, standing there with her husband.

We’d been out for a drink after work and I don’t think she expected him to be bringing a mate back at half eleven on a Friday night.

Jack and I were mates we worked together and often had a drink at the end of the week.

He was a bit older than me, Jill, his second wife was ten years younger than him, nineteen, to be precise, she was a pretty little thing, much like a petite version of the blonde one in Abba.

When she opened the door the first thing I noticed were her nipples.

She was wearing a kaftan, this was back in the late ‘60s Indian clothing was all the rage,

I liked it, too, very thin, see through cotton, and this kaftan was virtually transparent.

Her nipples were poking out delightfully.

“ I’ve bought Sid home for a night cap, love, you don’t mind, do you ?”

I think she did…

“No, course not, hello Sid” she smiled prettily.

I really knew what she was hoping for though, because Jack had been bragging for weeks about how horny his new wife was..

“Mate..” he’d say, “she’s fucking insatiable, wants fucking every day twice a day”

He knew I wasn’t getting any, my wife was heavily pregnant and not keen.

“I’ve had to put restrictions in place “ he’d laugh “no cock till the weekend, dirty little cunt doesn’t keep to it though, she woke me up the other night, on a fucking Wednesday, sucking my cock, as soon as she thought I was cumming she was on me, her cunt was as wet as a seaman’s bucket, but as tight as a mouse’s ear, she rode me like a jockey “ he bragged

“She loves it, I got out the bath Monday and she was naked, bent over the sofa, with a fucking cucumber up her snatch, told me I could eat the cucumber or eat her, dirty little bitch”

He’d go on like this for ages, bragging about how many times he’d cum, how well she sucked cock, how she’d walk around naked, bending over in front of him, or sit on his face and frig herself off into his mouth.

He knew exactly what he was doing, he was tormenting me.

So, on the Friday in question, when he suggested that I joined him for a night cap after the pub, I was intrigued.

“Won’t she be expecting you to do your duty when you get home ?” I laughed.

“Yes, but she can wait, it’ll be fun, she’ll be really ready time you fuck off”

So, there we were, about to go in…

He kissed her, and tweaked one of those nipples..

“Pleased to see me then, babe” he grinned

“You’ll get your allowance when Sid’s had a drink, alright doll” he leered at me with a wink

“Beer Sid ? “ he said, turning to me

She turned to go upstairs, they lived in a Victorian town house, his mum on the ground floor, they had the first and second floors.

“Go on, babe, get them beers, and he smacked her firm little bottom, as she went upstairs.

The kaftan served to highlight her body, the thin, see though material brushed her skin, catching in the cheeks of her bum.

We went in the living room, Jill followed soon after with our beers.

The front of the kaftan was a v neck, right down between her firm, surprisingly large breasts, they were covered but only with see thorough cotton, her nipples straining the fabric.

She bent to give Jack his beer, she might just as well have been naked, I could see her arse through the fabric, I could even see wisps of pubic hair.

She turned to me, bending forward, her breasts barely moved, they were so pert, the kaftan dropped away from her, she paused holding out my beer..

I was gazing at her breasts hornily.

“Is this ok ?” She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“Oh thanks “ I managed to say, as I shakily, took the beer.

Jack was blathering on about something, a bit pissed.

Jill sat on the sofa opposite me, presumably the one she’d been bent over with a cucumber up her cunt.

She was smiling at me. She was enjoying watching me gazing lustfully at her.

Slowly she pulled her kaftan up passed her knees, then, one leg at a time she lay along the sofa, but not before she’d made sure that I’d had a good eyeful of her naked cunt…

I could hear my heart beat, my cock was straining in my pants.

Breaking the moment, Jack said..”any chance of a sarny, babe, we’ve had a skin full and it’d go down well, wouldn’t it, Sid ?”

Looking straight at me, she said, “I’ve only got cucumber to put in it though “

Did she know, had Jack told her that he’d bragged about her and the cucumber.

“That’s ok, bit a salad cream, too” that all right with you, Sid ?”

I mumbled..

“That’s two of them then, sexy” he laughed.

She swung her legs round off the sofa, pulling her kaftan even higher, practically exposing her cunt, she stood.

Staring at me she slowly lowered it.

I was mesmerised, Jack seemed oblivious, he was almost asleep.

She came back with the sandwiches.

This time she bent sideways on.

I could see through the material, her breasts barely drooping.

She was watching me as she, slowly, gave Jack his sandwich, making a very pleasant show of doing so.

Then she turned to me.

The kaftan was hardly covering her breasts, now.

Only her erect nipples were keeping it from coming off her shoulders.

“Here, Sid, “ she said, bending over me.

She put a hand on my knee, just a little squeeze.

“Is there anything else you want ?” She smiled, sexily.

Her eyes made contact with mine, they were dark and shining.

“Here babe “ Jack said..”I can see your fucking arse through that thing you got on, poor old Sid ain’t getting any, you’ll give him a fucking heart attack..I bet you’ll be tugging on the old fella when you get home, won’t you, mate ?” He laughed dirtily.

Jill tutted, “ignore him Sid, he’s such an oaf”

“Yea but you like my cock don’t you ?”

And he pulled Jill back down on to his lap.

Her legs went up in the air, her kaftan round her waist

She was looking straight at me as he mauled at her tits, from behind..

“Behave for fucks sake” she shouted at him, and scrambled off his lap..”you’re embarrassing me”

“Sorry Sid” she smiled, as she straightened herself up.

Jack just laughed and scoffed his sandwich.

“I bet he liked seeing your legs n that” he said between mouthfuls of sandwich “

Once more, Jill sat opposite me. She went through the same motions as before, watching me, watch her, as she flashed and slowly exposed herself to me, briefly.

She was lounging back, legs slightly parted, she eased the kaftan slightly off her shoulders showing nearly all her perfectly formed breasts.

It was too much, I was so uncomfortable in the crotch area, I had to adjust myself.

She smiled as I did so, her eyes watching my hand as I made myself comfortable.

Jack was dozing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Sid” she said, quietly.

“No, not at all, in fact I’m rather enjoying the view” I managed to reply.

She glanced at her husband, who was now snoring.

Looking back at me, her legs opened a bit more.

“He’s not going to be fit for anything now” she complained..

“Sorry,” I muttered “is that my fault ?”

She chuckled, “no, he claims to be such a lover, I’m lucky if it’s once a week “

To say I was surprised, is putting it mildly..

“But he’s always bragging about how much sex you two have” I replied.

“That’s in his head” she said.

We were talking very quietly, neither of us wanted Jack to wake.

She shrugged her shoulders a bit, and the soft material slipped from them, held, now by her arms, almost exposing her breasts completely to my lustful gaze.

Then her legs opened a bit more.

Looking at her husband, she said, loudly, “do you want another beer, Jack “

Jack continued to snore.

She slowly pulled her kaftan up her hips.

“Do you think I’m sexy, Sid ?” She whispered.

“Fuck, yes” I whispered back

She put her hand between her legs, watching me closely.

“You’ve made me very wet “ she purred quietly. “Cos I think you’re a very sexy man, and you always smell so nice”

She showed me her fingers, they were glistening in the low light of the living room.

“He always promises sex on Friday, but he always does that” She said, nodding at her husband.

Her hand was back between her legs, which were now spread even wider.

“I bet you’d like to fuck me now, wouldn’t you ?” She sighed softly

I groaned “oh yes” I whispered.

“Is your cock hard, Sid.”

“What do you think ?” I moaned

“Show me”

“What with Jack here, what if he wakes up ?”

“He won’t, watch”

She stopped playing with her cunt, stood, and the kaftan fell around her feet, she was naked, I thought I would explode

She bent over, just feet from me, I could see her cunt, swollen and lips glistening.

She took hold of Jack’s hand, lifted and let it drop.

Then she put her sticky fingers to his lips, he muttered and spluttered, shaking his head away, but still snoring.

She stood in front of me, legs apart, her cunt was in touching reach.

“You could fuck me, and he won’t wake up” she sighed.

“He’s my mate “ I complained lamely.

“Would you like to fuck me ?” She whispered.

“Yes, but I can’t fuck you here, now, with him like that” I almost cried.

“Touch my fanny” she demanded, parting her legs.

I reached out, feeling the softness of her pubic hair, then the wetness of her cunt.

“Oh, that’s so nice” she moaned. “Please, show me your cock”

I looked at Jack, still snoring.

I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out..it was sticky and hard.

“Mmmm that’s so big, bigger than his” she turned looking at her sleeping husband.

“But he’s always bragging about how big his cock is” I said

“Well I’m telling you, you’re bigger” and she lent forward and sucked my cock.

“No, no, I can’t let you, not here he might wake” I reluctantly pushed her from me.

She was pouting now, deprived of her desires.

She lay back on the sofa.

Her fingers went to her open cunt, she started teasing it, fingering herself.

She was masturbating in front of me, staring at me.

My cock was throbbing, leaking pre cum.

Jack was snoring.

She was moaning, rubbing, fingering.

“Oh yes, oh yes” she was sighing.

Her legs were bent up on the sofa I could see between them, her fingers frantically moving.

I touched my cock as she climaxed and after two rubs, my spunk was jetting copious quantities of spunk.

She watched as I did so.

Standing up, she went to a tissue box on the coffee table.

Reaching out to me she passed the tissue.

As I wiped up the sticky mess, she slipped her kaftan back on.

“If you want to fuck me, phone me Tuesday afternoon, I’m going to bed, goodnight “

I got up and let myself out.

All weekend I worried that Jack would somehow know.

But also, whether I should phone her Tuesday, or not…