Chapter 3: Getting Things Started

The service finally ended and that was about as far as he was able to take things. At least he now had the confirmation that I was there for the reasons his naive wife had evidently described to him earlier. As we walked out of the church, Joel pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear.

“What do you say you and I just go out on our own and leave her at home?”

“But I thought you wanted her to watch? Don’t you want her to see how I can turn you on more than she can?”

Joel grimaced and I began to wonder if his bluster was more huff and puff than fire and brimstone.

“To be honest, I’m not so sure about that part. I mean, this is crazy enough, don’t you think? Just her knowing?”

I folded my arms in a standoffish manner. “Sorry Joel, THAT is what made me want to do this in the first place. Either we do things as planned or it’s all off - your choice.”

Joel look back over at where Barb was standing, shivering in the cold and not looking exactly happy about things. Then he looked back at me but before he could say anything, I took control.

“What’s the matter Joel, worried you can’t handle me? Afraid your little mousey wife will see you’re not the stud you claim to be? Maybe you won’t be able to get it up ... is that what you’re worried about ... is it Joel?”

He had been about to back out of it, of that I was certain, but now his manhood had been challenged. My taunts clearly riled him and I think I must have hit a few buttons as well.

“We’ll see who can’t handle who,” he said bitterly under his breath, “You just better be as good as you think you are.”

I just grinned and twirled on my heels away from him and headed to my car without another look back. When I got there, I saw them drive by, both of them sitting rigidly in their respective seats, not looking at each other or saying a word. I backed out of my spot and followed them to their home, pulling in right behind them and parking in their driveway after they pulled into the garage. I followed them in from the garage into the kitchen where the three of us stood around a central countertop, none of us saying a word but just glancing between one another. Who was going to take the first step. Well, who do you think?

“Well, are we going to do something or not?” I finally asked to break the stalemate. Joel looked at his wife who just stared at her feet as if they had just appeared and were the most interesting things in the world at that moment. I knew where she did NOT want us to go so that told me exactly where we should.

“Well, I already know the way to the bedroom so I’ll meet you both there, OK?”

With that, I stepped away and went up the stairs. The bed was nicely made and the room was cleaned up. For a moment I contemplated stripping off all my clothes such that I would be naked on the bed when they came in but I decided to take it a little slower in the end. They eventually made their way in, Joel first, followed by Barb.

“Barb, why don’t you sit in the chair over by the window and just watch,” I instructed, taking over the situation. I turned to Joel and looked down at his crotch, making sure he saw I was interested in it before looking back up at his eyes again. I had debated q lot over the past week on how things should start and even at this very moment, I was still arguing with myself. Oh well, what was the hurry? May as well have fun, right?

I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs apart, not exactly the way a mother teaches her young daughter to behave in public - except I wasn’t in public and I wasn’t trying to behave. Without a word I pulled my skirt up slowly, running my hands over my stocking covered legs until I reached the tops of my hose and touched my bare thighs. I had both hands between my legs, massaging my inner thighs as my skirt was lifted up to reveal the pink cotton panties underneath.