Chapter 2

“What do you think, sweetie?”

Arabella gave a seductive twirl in her new scarlet dress, bought especially for the occasion. It was cut daringly low at the front, showing a considerable expanse of her large braless breasts. This view was improved even more when she bent over, causing her huge melons to flop forward and practically spill out of the front.

The danger of wardrobe malfunction wasn’t helped by the two thin shoulder straps, which seemed quite loose and insecure, and liable to slip down her arms at any time. Moreover, although it was quite long, the dress was split at the side right up as far as her hips, revealing a substantial quantity of bare leg and firm, well-moulded thigh.

And finally, anyone who looked carefully at the way it clung smoothly and seamlessly to her hips would conclude (correctly) that she wasn’t wearing any knickers either.

“You look like a right slut,” said Kevin with a grin.

“That’s the general idea. Do you think Alan and Dave’ll like it?”

“Not half. They’ll be spunking in their Y-fronts before they’ve even finished their starter.”

“Oh, I do hope not. That would be a terrible waste.”

It was two weeks since Kevin had watched his wife’s work colleague, Dave Costello, fuck her across a desk at an office party. The subsequent revelation (brought about when Arabella saw the film of it that Kevin had made on his mobile phone) that both of them were incredibly turned on by the mutual experience of watching and being watched, had revitalised their once-toxic relationship in ways neither would have believed possible.

Almost immediately they’d discussed ways to repeat the experience, but in such a way that this time Arabella would be fucked while fully aware that her husband was observing. It had been Kevin’s idea to invite Dave round to dinner, and Arabella had suggested extending the invitation to Alan Clinton, another work colleague who she suspected of harbouring a desire to get into her knickers.

“If only he knew I hardly ever wear them,” she’d sniggered.

Both Dave and Alan had accepted the invitation eagerly, although they’d been slightly surprised to discover that Kevin would be present, Arabella’s contempt for her husband being well-known around the office. Dave’s theory was that it was all part of a plan to humiliate Kevin so much that he’d walk out for good, leaving her free to “shag herself senseless all around the office,” in his words.

On the night in question, Dave and Alan arrived together, having met up for a pre-dinner pint in the local pub, and were met by a smiling Kevin, fully-charged wine glass in hand.

“Hi guys,” he said warmly, “so glad you could make it. Bella’s in the kitchen, just sorting stuff out, but there’s booze in the front room if you want to come through.”

He led the way down the hall, swaying slightly.

“Chris, Kev’s on the sauce already,” whispered Alan.

“That means he’ll be asleep in his armchair before we even start,” said Dave. “You should have seen him at the do the other week, snoring like a pig. Bella’ll be pissed off again.”

But it soon became clear to the guys that Arabella was giving Kevin a run for his money in the drinking stakes. While Kevin was helping them to an aperitif, she wandered into the room and greeted them effusively, with a half-empty bottle of white wine clasped unsteadily in one hand.

“Excuse the bottle,” she giggled, “I had to open it for the coq au vin, and it seemed a shame to waste the rest.”

Her behaviour at the dinner table didn’t get any better. In between trips to the kitchen she always seemed to be topping up her glass, with the unsurprising consequence that she became gradually more and more tipsy and flirtatious. Several times, one or other of the straps on her dress slipped down off her shoulder, almost exposing a breast, but she always managed to push it back up just in time.

Whenever this happened, Dave and Alan exchanged appreciative but puzzled glances. It was clear that Arabella was flirting with them, but they weren’t quite sure how to respond. It seemed odd that Kevin hadn’t noticed, but it was apparent that Arabella kept on making him run little errands to distract him, purely to give her opportunities to flaunt her body in an outrageously obvious way.

At one point, when Arabella had dragged Kevin into the kitchen to help with the dessert, they had a hurried consultation across the table.

“What the hell’s going on here?” asked Alan. “She’s coming on a bit heavy, and he doesn’t even seem to have noticed.”

“Yeah, I’m amazed her tits haven’t fallen out of that dress yet,” replied Dave. “And have you seen how much wine they’ve both been putting away. No wonder he hasn’t noticed anything, I’m surprised he can still focus.”

Meanwhile, an equally urgent discussion was going on in the kitchen.

“Do you think I’m overdoing it,” giggled Arabella, as she poured her full glass of wine down the sink.

“No, it’s perfect,” said Kevin, sending the contents of his glass the same way. “I can’t believe they haven’t twigged, but I guess your tits are a bit of a distraction. They think we’re both completely pissed by now.”

“A few more close calls with this dress and they’ll be gagging for it.”

“Okay, let’s get dessert over with, then you can make your move. I hope neither of them gets cold feet about making a pass at you when you’re drunk.”

“Dave won’t give a shit about that,” said Arabella confidently. “And I reckon Alan’ll cave in once he sees my tits in the flesh. Come on, let’s get back in there before they wonder what’s going on.”

As soon as dessert was over, Kevin yawned theatrically and stood up, swaying slightly.

“Jesus, I shouldn’t have had that last drink,” he said. “Look, I’m knackered, love, and I’ve got that presentation to get ready tomorrow. If I don’t get some kip it’ll never get done.”

“I guess we ought to go too,” said Alan, putting down his drink.

“Hell no, you don’t need to go yet,” said Kevin quickly. “Bella’ll look after you, won’t you, love? Have another drink, there’s plenty more.”

“Yes, don’t go yet,” oozed Arabella, “I’m not ready for bed quite yet.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” said Kevin, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Bye guys.” He left, slightly unsteadily and shutting the door with exaggerated care, then paused outside. He heard a chair scrape, and Arabella’s voice.

“Come on,” she said, “Bring your drinks and we can make ourselves comfy next door. Let’s get this party started.”

Kevin smiled, and made his way upstairs, suddenly perfectly steady on his feet. Everything was going precisely to plan.

Arabella meanwhile had led Dave and Alan into the front room, where there were a couple of armchairs and a large sofa. She flopped theatrically down on the latter and crossed her legs, showing an indecent amount of bare thigh. While Dave freshened up his glass, Alan sat cautiously on one of the armchairs, but Arabella was having none of that.

“Hey, don’t be such a bore,” she giggled, patting the sofa next to her. “Come over here and keep me company. You too, Dave, and bring that bottle with you.”

Dave grinned at Alan and winked, then both men did as they’d been asked and sat down on the sofa, one on either side of their hostess. Arabella made a satisfied purring noise, and casually rested her left hand on Dave’s leg.

“I’m glad that boring old fart’s gone,” she murmured. “There’s never any fun when he’s around.”

“We had some fun the other evening all right,” said Dave with a salacious leer. “That twat doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Have a good time, did you?” asked Alan.

“Dave was showing me his office,” said Arabella innocently.

“I expect you got a good close look at the top of his desk,” said Alan bluntly. He knew what Dave was like. If his colleague had been a woman, he’d have been called a slut (and worse). As it was, his reputation as “a bit of a ladies’ man” meant that lots of the women in the office had learnt to give him and his wandering hands a wide berth.

“Yeah, she even gave it a bit of a polish,” smirked Dave, “With her knockers.”

He made a gesture with his hands, indicative of rubbing hard back and forth on a flat surface, and Alan sniggered.

“Beast,” said Arabella. She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, allowing her dress to ride up even higher. At the same time, she slid her hand further up Dave’s leg, before slipping it down between his thighs. She could see the bulge of his cock and balls hanging down, and let her hand rub over them.

While all this was going on, Kevin had gone upstairs into the main bedroom, and quickly made his way to the table where a laptop was plugged in and waiting. Powering it up, he opened an app, pressed a few keys, and suddenly the screen was filled with a view of the front room, dominated by the sofa on which Arabella was lounging, drink in hand, flanked by their two guests.

He had to admit the picture quality was superb. It had certainly been worth buying a top-of-the-range video system. He clicked a couple more keys to check the other two cameras, which were secreted behind the wall-light fittings located to the left and right of the sofa. But he preferred the view from the main camera, installed within the bookcase, and zoomed it in slightly so the sofa filled the whole screen. He clicked on “record”, then adjusted the volume until he could hear clearly the conversation between his wife and the two men.

Downstairs, Dave had got the message. He slung his arm casually over Arabella’s shoulder, and let his hand brush over the smooth mound of her breast. His fingertips flicked across the little button of her nipple through her dress, which hardened at his touch. Arabella did nothing to push his hand away, which Dave took as welcome confirmation that as long as he played his cards right, the evening was about to get interesting.

“How about you, Alan?” purred Arabella. “Would you show me your office sometime?”

She boldly placed her other hand on his crotch, where she’d noticed his cock was already starting to swell. To her surprise and delight, the bulge seemed to stretch hallway down his trouser leg. Dave had what she thought of as a “normal-sized” cock (seven inches, though he was more inclined to call it “nearly nine”), but Alan’s looked rather more interesting.

She began to stroke it gently through his trousers, following the contours of the bulge and lingering on the head. Alan smiled nervously.

“Are you sure your husband isn’t going to come back down?” he enquired.

“Never mind about him,” murmured Amanda. “Once he’s had a few drinks, he always drops off. It’ll take an earthquake to wake him now.”

“Yeah well, I’m gonna make the earth move for you, babe,” said Dave, predictably.

He slipped his hand down inside the front of Arabella’s dress and cupped her bare breast, before beginning to squeeze and play with the soft mound.

“Dave, really!” scolded Arabella, still doing nothing to stop him. Dave really was an arsehole of the first order, but as long as he didn’t realise she was using him rather than vice versa, she saw no reason not to put up with his inane comments. And she did like having her breasts massaged.

More to the point, it was about time she saw what Alan was keeping hidden away. She leant over and began to undo his belt, then his trousers.

“Christ, Dave, I know you said Kev’s wife was hot, but not like this,” said Alan in awe, as Arabella pulled down his fly zip and delved into his trousers.

She squealed with delight as she pulled out Alan’s dick. It certainly was an impressive specimen, looking a good nine inches already, even though it wasn’t totally erect yet. As she rubbed her hands up and down the shaft, it visibly grew by another inch. Prominent veins stood out on the firm shaft, helping to pump it full of blood, and the circumcised cock-head was swollen and purple.

“Oh, sweetie,” she purred. “Where have YOU been all my life?”

She bent over and licked round the cock-head, then up and down the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva. She could sense her own juices start to flow.

Dave took his hand out of her dress and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Her big tits flopped out, the dark nipples already hard with excitement. Alan reached out and grabbed them, mashing them with his hands.

“Jesus, love, these are amazing,” he said.

Dave was already getting undressed, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Arabella decided it might be a good idea to get her dress off, before it got too crumpled (and possibly stained). She abandoned Alan’s dick for just long enough to loosen the zip and slide her dress down over her hips, tossing it over the back of the sofa. Alan gazed in delight at her bare pussy, where her prominent labia were already puffy and moist. He reached out and slipped a finger between the slippery lips and into her hole.

Arabella inhaled sharply with pleasure. “You can have it soon,” she promised, “but first I want to get to know your friend a bit better.”

Alan quickly undressed as well, and the three of them were soon completely naked. Arabella pushed Alan back onto the sofa and closed her lips around the head of his cock. It was so fat that she could only just stretch her mouth wide enough to take it. She sucked and licked at the tight skin of the helmet, then tickled her tongue around the tight entrance to his urethra. Alan seemed happy to lie back and let her get on with it, but Dave was playing with her tits again. She could feel his hard dick pressed against the smooth cheeks of her arse.