Chapter 2

Three days went by before Wendy and Ralf telephoned Ed. Sex had been a prominent feature of their free time and evenings, often while they talked about Ed’s last visit, or shared thoughts about their fantasies. On some occasions they remained silent lost in their own erotic dreams.

Eventually the planned date for a meal and drinks was arranged. Ralf was not surprised when his wife chose to wear a summer dress that had a flared skirt that was several inches above the knee. His heart beat a little faster when he realised she was wearing hold up stockings. He concluded that she was intending to give his cousin plenty of up-skirt flashes; the panties she had chosen were very brief and transparent.

‘You look deep in thought,’ Wendy remarked, ‘Is there something wrong?’

‘Nothing wrong no, but in spite of all the talking we’ve done I can’t help but wonder if you’re going to get too attached to Ed, become completely infatuated with him - especially as you say he’s the first guy to pay you lots of attention and you admit you finding him handsome. Well, more than that, you’d love to fuck him! I wonder if there’s a danger you might want to go off with him.’

Wendy listened while her husband spelled out his list of insecurities.

‘Before we go out to meet Ed, I’d better clear up one or two things,’ Wendy said. ‘There are some things I could have explained much better.’

The couple sat down both feeling uneasy.

‘I’ve confessed, if I can use that word, some of the things that have been going on in my head when it comes to sex. I did say it’s been a long time since a man has paid me attention, flirted with me and flattered me - but I didn’t say it had never happened before. You see, it’s not really about Ed, he just happens to be the guy who’s come into our lives and a man who flirts with me and has some charisma. ‘The things I’ve said about getting a big turn-on from mixing the sexy flirting with fantasy have all been true. But it could have been any other attractive guy that we happened to cross paths with. It happened easy with Ed simple because of the circumstances - like the fact he got to spend a lot of time in our house - just the three of us.’

Ralf looked confused. ‘What exactly do you mean. What is it you should have said that you think makes a difference?’

‘That I’ve always had sexual fantasies about other men. For a long time I’ve dreamed I could meet some guy and experience what it’s like to have exciting illicit sex with a man who’s not my husband. I’m like many other women Ralf, they get married, have kids and life becomes a bit boring - even sex becomes routine. ‘In recent months that desire to want ‘something’ to happen had become much stronger. When Ed appeared you obviously noticed how easily I was taken in by him and almost had a change of character. I didn’t want to do anything behind your back but I did find myself wondering what it might be like if we were alone together. That’s why I tried my best to include you, though it might have backfired if you thought I was purposely aggravating you and making you look foolish. You know very well that flashing my thighs and panties in front of another man isn’t the way I normally act. But fortunately, you seemed to get a buzz from it so I was happy I could behave badly while including you - sharing the sexy fantasies and being naughty in front of you rather than behind your back.’

Ralf stroked his chin, very much in deep thought.

‘You said there have been occasions when a man or men have flirted with you and paid you attention - I think it’s about time you told me about them.’

‘We haven’t time now, it would take too long.’ Wendy said.

Just then the phone rang. Listening to the conversation Wendy soon figured it was Ed calling; it seemed there was a problem.

‘Okay, not to worry, call me later if you’re not going to make it,’ Ralf said ending the call. ‘Right, we have all the time in the world now, Ed needs to go and look at a cottage that might be suitable for short term rent. He’ll meet us later if it’s not too late. Tell me your story!’

Wendy knew she’d have to be honest and straight with her husband.

‘Something happened a few years ago, early on in our marriage that left a big impression on me. You remember when we had those guys in re-plastering our kitchen walls? Our first born had come along and I had stopped working. Mornings were a busy time for me and as the guys arrived quite early, just after you left for work I still hadn’t dressed when they arrived.

I never gave it a thought at first, and wandered around with a short silky robe over my night clothes. Being summer and needing to feed the baby first thing I mostly wore light loose baby doll nighties. I had to pop in the kitchen regularly and knew the two guys ogled me - I suppose they got to see a fair bit of cleavage and as the robe was short a lot of thigh. They got more blatant as the time progressed, staring and undressing me with their eyes. One morning the baby wasn’t settling down after I fed her and the older guy, who often made lewd comments, asked if the baby was still hungry, implying I didn’t have enough breast milk. Annoyed I just blurted out that I always had plenty.

‘He smirked and asked, ‘Can you save some for us?’

Wendy paused and took a deep breath, ‘I think this is when my imagination started to run riot. We’d hardly had sex for a while due to being pregnant then having a new born to look after, so maybe that had a bearing on the way I was thinking - I got a picture in my head of these guys sucking on my tits, drinking my breast milk.

‘They got more and more cheeky, making rude comments. Then one morning I needed to go into the kitchen - I’d just put the baby down, having finished feeding her so was just in my baby doll - no gown on. I heard them talking, saying they needed to go to their van for more bags of plaster, then heard them open the back door. Without putting my robe on I dashed into the kitchen to get the equipment I used to express my surplus breast milk. I lingered a bit too long and they suddenly walked in, seeing me stood in just my nightie. They asked me if I was waiting for them - I was stuck for words.

‘You probably remember that nightie was very see-through, the top was very short and didn’t even come below the tiny panties. Given I wasn’t wearing a bra and breast feeding, which made my nipples very prominent and red, they could see almost everything. Then the older one noticed what I had in my hands.