A Dinner Invitation

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We had been friends for several years. Not close, intimate friends, but the social contact was regular enough, and, from what I could ascertain, the enjoyment of the contact was mutual. I have to admit that I had always had the hots for Natalie. Her pretty face was framed by a mass of curly, brown hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Her lips were full and she always wore a bright red lipstick, which looked sexy as hell. Her breasts were fairly small, and the snug fitting clothes she wore, which showed off her slim body nicely, made them appear very appealing, and I could never help but fantasize about what they looked like unclad. Once, when I had dropped by her place, I found her outside painting the trim around the front door. She was wearing an old tight-fitting tee shirt and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. As we talked I couldn’t help but notice her nipples harden, and they showed beautifully through the thin material of her shirt. This, of course, only stoked my fantasies. She had a vivacious personality and loved to laugh, and I regularly pondered about what she would be like in bed. I knew I wasn’t wrong in thinking that she would be passionate and enjoy the act of fucking immensely, and I had made it my goal to find out if it was true. And as far as her private life was concerned? Well, there was an obstacle in the way of my desire to get her into my bed. She was married. In spite of that there did seem to be a glimmer of potential to get around the hurdle. There had been numerous times when I was speaking with her that she alluded to arguments between her husband and her and, although outwardly it appeared they were having a good relationship, it was becoming increasingly clear to me that they weren’t. Although she was always very open with me on any subject we talked about, I could never bring myself to ask about the soundness of their relationship for fear of crossing a line and offending her and possibly ruining our friendship. Just the same I couldn’t help but wonder if she was getting the sex that I thought she must have been in need of, and that I would be more than willing to provide. Now, her husband, Cyril, on the other hand, was quite unlike his wife. Whereas she was outgoing and gregarious, he was pretty much of an introvert, often appearing to go out of his way to avoid engaging with other people. Don’t get me wrong. He was a pretty nice guy but was just very slow in opening up. When you got to know him better he had his own quiet sense of humour, when he occasionally, and with difficulty, allowed it to show. Something I always found odd about him, and it was even a little unsettling at times, was that he would never look me in the eye when we spoke. It was almost as if he could read my mind and the thoughts that coursed through it concerning his wife. In all likelihood it was just that my body language was a little too overt when I was around her and he picked up on it. I never could quite figure out what she saw in him. Perhaps, and this was pure speculation, his appeal to her was simply that he had a big cock and was good in bed. However, somehow I didn’t think that was likely. Regardless, we got along alright, but I felt that he always exuded an undercurrent of mistrust towards almanbahis me, and quite rightly so, for I dearly wanted to fuck his wife. One Saturday morning, I had dropped over to borrow something I needed for a home maintenance project. The visit wasn’t unannounced as I had called thirty minutes before to see if they were home and if I could borrow the item, which I knew he had. He answered the door in a very friendly manner and said, “Come on in. Natalie’s in the shower but made coffee for you right after you called. She told me to make sure you had some.” I came in and sat down on a stool at the kitchen island, and a few minutes later she came into the kitchen. She was wearing a bathrobe and sat down facing me on the stool next to me. The bathrobe was fairly loosely tied at the waist and if she had had large breasts there would have been a good showing of cleavage. As it was, there was plenty of flesh showing, and the sexual effect of the display of the curves of her small breasts caused my cock to swell. “I hope you don’t mind me dressed like this but it is Saturday, after all. It’s the day that there’s time available for a girl to do all the little things she needs to do for herself in the shower.” She followed that up with a mischievous looking wink at me. We launched into our usual sort of conversation, with her laughing and obviously enjoying herself. I was also enjoying myself immensely just by being in her presence, and particularly because she was dressed the way she was. There was no question that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else, if anything, she was wearing beneath the casually tied bathrobe. And, did what she had said about doing the things she needed to do in the shower imply that she had just shaved her pussy? The thought of it caused my cock to swell even more. While Cyril was busying himself with something on the other side of the island, she crossed her legs and the robe parted exposing most of her thigh, including the inner side of it. If the robe had parted much more I would have known if she was wearing anything else, and probably even if her pussy was shaved. She made no attempt to rearrange it and continued sitting that way. A minute earlier I had laid my arm across my lap in order to hide my by-now-obvious hard-on, but I now decided that it was time to counter her display by letting her see the bulge in my pants. Shortly after I had moved my arm away I saw her lower her gaze and was delighted that it lingered there for longer than just a glance. Cyril had moved close to the island a couple of times and had obviously seen her exposed thigh. Each time he cleared his throat, and inclined his head and cast his eyes towards it, indicating to her that she should cover up. She paid no attention to him, which quite obviously irritated him as he started knocking a couple of utensils around noisily behind the counter top in an aggravated manner. When he wasn’t looking, my gaze regularly shifted down to her bare thigh and I knew that she was aware of it. At one point, just after Cyril had left the room for a minute, as if to emphasize whatever it was we were talking about, I reached over and put my hand on her knee. I let it linger there longer than the simple almanbahis yeni giriş gesture would normally have taken. After several seconds she placed her hand on mine, and at first I thought she was going to remove my hand from her knee. Instead she just left it there. Emboldened, I moved my hand, with hers still covering it, up onto her thigh and squeezed it, looking at her to gauge her reaction. I received a small, inviting kind of smile in return. When I heard Cyril coming back, and before he could notice what I was doing, I removed my hand from her thigh. Shortly afterwards she got up off her stool and moved past me, ostensibly to get something. In the process, she brushed hard against me and I felt her breasts push into my back as she moved. It had unmistakeably been deliberate. When she returned to her stool she crossed her legs again and, once more, let the bathrobe fall open. Half an hour had passed since I had arrived, when Cyril said to me, “I hope you liked the coffee. She sometimes makes it too strong. That tool you wanted is just by the garage door.” There was a lack of warmth in his voice. I took that as an obvious hint that he wanted me to leave, so I got up, cheerfully thanked them for the coffee and the chat, and started for the door. “How would you like to come for dinner tonight,” Natalie said from behind me as I walked towards the door. She was still sitting at the island, and, when I turned around, I saw I still had a full view of her. She had uncrossed her legs and was sitting there with them slightly spread. The bathrobe was still open, and I’m sure I would have had a view of her pussy had it not been for the dimness of the lighting in the room. “That would be really nice,” I said with enthusiasm. “Could I bring some wine or something?” “Sure, and if you’re not still using it you could bring along your tool.” She gave me another wink. As I closed the front door behind me I noticed that my shoe lace was undone and I knelt down to tie it. As soon as I did I heard voices inside. Loud, upset voices. “Why didn’t you talk to me first about inviting him to dinner? I don’t feel like having company tonight.” “You never feel like having company. When was the last time we had anyone here for dinner? You’re such a stick-in-the-mud. He’s fun to have around. It’ll be a good change for us.” “I don’t want him here. I saw how much you were paying attention to him. And what was that about, allowing him to see your leg like that?” “I’m at home for god’s sake! Can’t I be comfortable? And is there something wrong with my leg?” “I could almost see your cunt for Christ’s sake! And if I could, it was obvious that he could too. As he was leaving it was plain to me that you had given him a hard-on with your antics, as if you didn’t notice! What the hell do you think you were you doing? You were acting like a slut!” “So I’m a slut am I? Well, we’ll see about that then. And while we’re at it, I’ll have you know that it was a refreshing change to have a hard-on present in this house. I can’t remember the last time you had one, let alone used it!” “Fuck off!” “You fuck off! He’s coming for dinner and that’s it!” They were really shouting at each other by this time. I had heard enough and thought it best I quietly almanbahis giriş got out of there. I turned up for dinner at six o’clock not knowing what to expect. Cyril answered the door and I could feel the chill in his reception. I made a sincere effort to be cheery. “Hi Cyril. This is really nice of you two to ask me to have dinner with you. It’s pretty lonely at home at times.” As I came into the entrance-way I was surrounded by the marvellous smells of cooking emanating from the kitchen. “Something sure smells good. I’m really looking forward to this.” As I was taking off my coat I said, “Oh, by the way. I didn’t quite finish my job. You don’t mind if I hang on to the tool until tomorrow sometime, do you?” “You can keep the damned thing if you want,” he said coolly. I was determined to keep up a cheery tone in spite of being somewhat uncomfortable. When I sat down in the living room he brought me a beer and one for himself. We started talking, and although he was civil towards me his tone remained cool. I tried my very best to be upbeat but I could feel the strain between us building. Natalie was nowhere to be seen and I hoped she would turn up soon to inject some balance into the situation. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I heard her call from the bedroom. I was sitting with my back to the stairs when I heard her coming down. When I looked at Cyril his eyes were open wide, as if in shock and disbelief. “Sorry I took so long, but I couldn’t decide what to wear.” I felt her hand on my shoulder as she walked past me into view, and my eyes must have suddenly developed a look similar to his. She was wearing a very short, frilly light green skirt with dark, sheer nylons which showed off her legs beautifully, and to add to the effect she was wearing high heels. The skirt was so short that a hint of the lacy band of the tops of her nylons showed a little when she moved. She had on a blouse of matching colour which rode low on her shoulders and was cut very low in the front, exposing so much of her breasts that her nipples were almost showing. It was immediately evident she wasn’t wearing a bra. To top everything off, around her neck was a green velvet neckband which, contrasted with her pale skin, gave an air of charged sexuality to her that I hadn’t felt in her presence before. “You look lovely Natalie,” I managed to say. Cyril was silent, the look of incredulity still all over his face. “Why thank you Kelly . I haven’t worn this outfit before. I’d been saving it for a rainy day and I thought today would be a good time to show it off. What do you think dear?” She gave Cyril a sharp look and continued. “I think it suits a woman like me. Don’t you?” Icicles were dripping from her words and there was no doubt she was alluding to him having called her a slut earlier on. Cyril swallowed audibly and didn’t speak. His face had reddened noticeably though. I couldn’t gauge whether it was from anger at her words or still from his surprise at her appearance. The coldness was gone from her voice when she next spoke to me. “I see that Cyril was good enough to have brought you a drink. I’ve got a few snacks for you that I prepared as well.” We both watched her walk to the kitchen and return with a tray of snacks. She proffered it to me first, leaning well over as she did, giving me a fine view of her breasts as the blouse sagged slightly away from them. I took what I wanted and she moved over to Cyril, putting the tray down on the coffee table in front of him.

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