Chapter 4

Before dinner time her husband phoned, "Sorry dear, I'll be a little late. I'm going out for dinner with Mr. More. You and the boys eat first... don't wait for me."

"Alright, Brad."

"One more thing... I'll come and decide what you can wear for tonight."

"Meanwhile, can I wear something exciting for the boys to see?"

"Of course... what have you in mind?"

"How about the halter and half-cut-off shorts that you used to like years ago?"

"Great! That will be fine for now... tonight I'll get you dressed more daringly." As if what I'm wearing now is not daring enough!

So, Julie took off her baggy gown and called the boys down to dinner. The boys were in their shorts. They were delighted and excited to see their mother so skimpily dressed.

"Mom, you are the sexiest girl in the world!" exclaimed Ben.

Dan followed, "Gorgeous body, mom... exciting body." He was looking eagerly at her exposed parts... her breasts, the tummy, the buttocks, the thighs, the pubic mound, her loins...

"Let's have dinner."

"What about dad?"

"He's having dinner with Mr. More. No need to wait for him."

After dinner, the boys helped their mother to clear and wash up the dishes. Their eyes hardly left her body. Their mother's back was completely bare except for the shorts covered inner halves of her delightful buttocks.

Dan asked, "Mom, may I hug you from behind while you wash the dishes?"

"Then who is going to dry them?"

Ben answered, "We'll take turns, mom. I'll dry the first item you wash, then I'll hug you and Dan can dry the next item you wash... and so on."

"All right then. While I wash the dishes, one of you dry the washed item... and one of you hug and kiss me."

Dan quickly hugged his mother from behind. The sight of his mother had already hardened his cock inside his shorts. His left arm caressed her bare waist and tummy, his loins pressed against her buttocks, and his right hand caressed the exposed mound of her right buttock. Simultaneously he kept licking and kissing her bare back.

Julie liked the male body of her son against her back. She spent quite a while washing the first plate, allowing her young son to excite her, and himself, by playing with her body.

Then she handed the plate to Ben to dry. While he dried it, she turned around and mouth kissed her younger son, hugging him to her body, cupping his buttocks with her wet hands. Her son also cupped and caressed the supple exposed flesh of her buttocks.

After Ben had dried the plate he put it on the rack and said, "Mom, I've dried the plate."

Julie stopped hugging and kissing. ""All right Ben, you hug me from behind now... while I wash the next plate." Then she told Dan, "You wait for me to give you the next plate to dry."

Dan stepped out. Julie turned to wash a plate. Ben hugged his mother from behind. He kept licking and kissing her bare back while he pressed his loins against her buttocks, cupped and fondled her left breast with his left hand, and caressed her tummy and lower with his right hand. Julie was excited, stimulated, and pressed her back against her son's hard loins. Ben moaned, "Mom, your body is exciting to touch."

That's nice of you to say, Ben. I'll give you extra time to hug me. "Then touch me, Ben."

Julie took longer time than necessary to wash the plate. She froze for a moment when she felt Ben's right hand slip lower on her body to caress her pubic mound. He squeezed and fondled her supple sensitive flesh. "May I touch lower, mom?"

"Yes..."

His hand now slipped inside her shorts and cupped her cunt. The zip seemed to have gone down lower permitting his hand inside. The fingers played with her wet cunt lips. ""Ben! What are... ?" Then she checked herself. She did not want to stop him because she liked the stimulation. For two minutes she let him finger the cunt lips. He didn't insert his finger inside. That disappointed her.

She gave the plate to Dan, "Here dry it, Dan."

While he dried the plate, Julie turned around to face Ben. They hugged and kissed. Ben's left hand caressed her buttock while his right hand slipped inside her shorts in front to caress her cunt. This time the fingers found and rolled her excited clitoris. "Like it, mom?" asked Ben in a whisper.

"Yessss..." she moaned back. She now cupped his buttock with her left hand and put her right hand between them and cupped and squeezed his cock through his shorts. Oh Boy! You are big and hard!

Ben now sucked her nipples, aureoles and a good amount of breast flesh through the fabric of the halter. The fabric got wetted by his saliva and became more transparent.

While drying the plate, Dan was watching what his mother and brother were doing. He wanted to let them enjoy themselves. So he gave them two minutes. Then he said, "I've dried the plate, mom."

So, Ben had to wait now while Dan hugged his mother from behind as she washed something. He had seen his brother insert his hand inside their mother's shorts. So, he now started to cup and squeeze his mother's left breast with his left hand, and slipped his right hand inside his mother's shorts in front and cupped her cunt. "Is it all right, mom? Can I also touch you? Like Ben?"

Since she had allowed Ben to touch her there, she couldn't refuse her younger son, could she? "Yes, Dan."

"Thank you, mom." Her younger son was bolder. His fingers unzipped her shorts some more to have better access. His fingers rubbed the inner wet tender sides of her cunt lips at the entrance. She was wet and sticky with warm juice. "Nice, mom... you feel so nice!"

Julie was twisting her hips. Her sons were stirring up her sexual desires. "Oh Dan... go slow... let me wash the plates."

"You concentrate on washing, mom... I want you to feel nice while you do it."

Now he was rubbing her clitoris also. But he didn't thrust any of his fingers inside. That disappointed her. After two minutes she was afraid of losing control. So, she handed the washed item for Ben to dry.

As Ben started to dry it, Julie turned to face her younger son. His hand remained inside her shorts, remained feeling her cunt lips and clitoris. She mouthed kissed him passionately. Her wet right hand cupped his loins and caressed his hard cock through the shorts. This fellow also has a big hard cock!

Dan was moaning into her mouth, "You can unzip my shorts and insert your hand inside, mom." He wants me to stroke his naked cock! But I won't. I want him to keep his sperm for later.

Now his mouth started to suck her breasts. The fabric got wetted some more with his saliva.

For the next 20 minutes, while Julie washed the cutlery, her sons, taking turns, hugged her body, kissed her mouth, sucked her breasts, and fondled her cunt. Julie in turn fondled their cocks with her wet hand so that the shorts of both sons got soaked with water and made it easier for her to feel their cocks through the shorts.

Just then the doorbell rang. "That must be your father. One of you go and open the door."

Ben exclaimed, "No mom, my shorts are soaked and it will be embarrassing... if dad sees me like this. I'm going to my room." Dan said the same thing and followed his brother to their rooms.

So, Julie had to go and open the door. What if my halter is saliva soaked and transparent? What if my shorts are unzipped so much? Well, he's only my husband.

As Julie walked to the door she zipped up the shorts a bit in front. Still it gaped open a lot at the top. The doorbell rang again.

"Coming, Brad..."

Julie opened the door. Her husband was not alone. His boss, Mr. More, walked in behind him! Oh God! And I'm dressed like this!

Her husband closed the door, made a quick survey of her appearance and said, "Look who is here... to see you."

Mr. More greeted, "Hello Julie," and gave a simple affectionate kiss on the mouth.

Julie stammered, "He-l-lo Mr. More. I'm sorry... gi-ve me a min-ute... I'll dress properly and come." She turned to go but her husband stopped her.

"No need, dear. You are fine." Then he asked his boss, "Do you want my wife to dress formally? Or is she dressed okay for you?"

"She's absolutely fine... dressed like this." Julie noticed his eyes roaming all over her body, admiring especially all that she exposed. Then he added, "She is more gorgeous than I've ever seen her."

Both her husband and Mr. More kept looking at her bosom, noticing the wetted fabric over her nipples, aureoles and the surround mounds of flesh.

Brad asked, "Why is your halter wet, dear?"

Surely I can't tell you, in front of your boss, that our sons had been sucking my boobs.

So, Julie lied, "I got wet while washing the dishes."

She knew it was an unconvincing lie. How could washing plates wet the fabric so exactly over her nipples and the surrounding area? Luckily her husband didn't ask about that. He and Mr. More just looked at the visible nipples.

Then they sat down on opposite sofas. Julie sat next to her husband, facing Mr. More. He kept smiling at her and looking at her bosom. She kept smiling back to be friendly.

Brad said, "Mr. More is here to thank you, Julie."

"Thank me for what?"

Mr. More replied, "Your husband told me that you have agreed to come over to our house one day. Thank you, Julie. I'm so happy!"

Brad added, "I told him he could phone and thank you, but he said no. He's so happy that he wanted to come and thank you personally. Isn't that very nice of him, Julie?"

"Yes, I appreciate that... thank you, Mr. More."

"Call me Bob... not Mr. More, please."

"No, Sir... you are my husband's boss... I'll feel comfortable if I address you as Mr. More." They laughed lightheartedly at her.

Brad said, "Julie, how about getting a drink for Mr. More?" Julie went to the kitchen to get Mr. More a double pack of whisky, which was his favourite drink. Her husband had told her that during her birthday party.

She brought two glasses, one for her husband also.

Her husband said, "Stand there, Julie. Why is your shorts unbuckled and unzipped?" Both the men were looking at her exposed upper pubic mound. Surely my husband knows that it is an old one. He's obviously drawing his boss' attention to it.

Julie felt shy to tell the truth. Mr. More would wonder why she wore shorts that couldn't be zipped up in the first place. So, she lied again, "The zip has got stuck... won't move up."

Mr. More volunteered, "Let me try to fix it, Julie."

Oh God! He wants to touch me there... in front of my husband. "No Mr. More, it's okay... I've tried... it's stuck badly."

Her husband said, "Let him try, Julie. Mr. More is a mechanical engineer... he should be able to fix it."

How was she to refuse now? When her husband himself wants his boss to touch her?

Julie smiled at Mr. More and nodded, "All right, Mr. More."

Brad said, "While Mr. More fixes the zip, I'll go and catch the latest news on TV." He went and sat in front of the TV and switched it on. The TV was about ten feet away and he was seated in such a way that he couldn't see Mr. More and Julie.

Mr. More said, "Stand in front of me... stand here (he indicated the space between his thighs)."

When Julie stood there, her loins were directly in front of his face. He put his hands on her hips and apparently looked at the zip. Julie knew he was looking at more than the zip. He was looking at her full shapely bare thighs. He was looking at her exposed pubic mound. He was looking at the puffy outer swells of her loins that were not covered by the narrow patch of her shorts. He then looked up at her and smiled and she smiled back. Luckily her husband wasn't looking.

Smiling at her Mr. More said, "You are wet here (pointing to the narrow patch over her loins)." Julie just smiled.

In a whisper he asked, "Have you been playing with yourself?"

Pretending she was offended she whispered back, "No!" My sons have been playing with my cunt. That thought made her smile at Mr. More. He smiled back and winked at her meaningfully.

Then, with his left hand on her hip, Mr. More fumbled with the zip catch. His fingers touched and lingered on her bare pubic mound. He looked at her and smiled and she smiled back. All right, Mr. More, have a little fun if you want to.

"Let me pull it up." He pretended to pull up the zip and deliberately let it slip out of her fingers. His fingers, in their upward motion, smacked her pubic mound and lingered there feeling her pubic mound, enjoying it's supple and tender flesh. Julie was getting hot with stimulation. Unknown to her, Mr. More's cock swelled and throbbed in his pants.

He repeated the action a few times. Each time the zip slipped out, his fingers played with her pubic mound, kneading, squeezing and fondling her hot flesh. He kept smiling at her and she kept smiling back. What else could she do?

Mr. More said, "It may be easier if you turn to your left."

He adjusted her so that she still stood between his thighs but was facing his right side. He pulled her closer to him. The outer side of her right leg pressed against his loins. Julie could feel the hard cock against her leg.

He then wrapped his left hand around her below the waist, smiled at Julie and said, "Let me try the zip now."

Instead of pulling the zip up, he pulled it down to its lowest point. This exposed almost all of her pubic mound. His hand then cupped her pubic mound and started to fondle her. A few seconds later his fingers were trying to reach the opening of her cunt. Julie shuddered, put her hand on his, and shook her head to mean don't, please. With a turn of her head and eyes she indicated that her husband was nearby. He stopped trying to reach her cunt, but he continued his fondling of her pubic area.

Still watching TV, Brad asked, "Have you fixed the zip, Mr. More?"

"No, not yet... it's a tough one. May be it will be easier if she lies down."

Without looking at them, Brad said, "Lie down on the sofa, Julie. Mr. More might succeed this time." Is my husband sending me a double meaning?

Because Mr. More had pulled the zip down completely, her shorts had slipped lower down her body. So, when he helped her to lie down on her back on the sofa, the shorts opened out widely exposing her pubic region completely. He knelt beside the sofa.

He smiled at her, "Good... let me try again." Julie smiled back. I know what you want to try.

Mr. More played with the catch of the zip, pretending to pull it up but not doing so. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. He kissed and sucked. His right hand now slipped inside her shorts and cupped her naked cunt. His middle finger slipped inside her wet hot cunt and his thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris, making it throb. Oh God! My husband is just only a few feet away!

Julie thought of resisting and getting up, even if she had to fight and struggle. But on second thought she decided not to, for three reasons. First, the commotion might attract her husband's attention. Second, Mr. More was her husband's boss and it might be unwise to offend him. Third, she liked the way Mr. More was stimulating her. So, why stop this? So, she responded by kissing back, sucking Mr. More's tongue when he thrust it into her mouth.

They wallowed in pleasure for a couple of minutes. Then Mr. More started to suck her halter-covered breasts. Julie put her hand behind his head and caressed him, pulling his mouth tighter to her bosom. His fat middle finger was moving slowly but rhythmically in and out in her cunt.

They heard Brad say, "Ah, the news is over. Have you fixed the zip, Mr. More?"

Quickly Julie whispered, "Please Mr. More... let's stop... my husband's coming..."

She was relieved when he consented, stopped what he had been doing, and pulled up the zip. Of course it did not zip up all the way. They got up before Brad, after switching off the TV, came over to them.

Mr. More said, "No Brad... the zip is okay... but it can't be zipped up because ( he paused and smiled cheekily before adding )... your wife is fat around the waist." He laughed teasingly.

Brad also laughed lightly saying, "Oh I see... so, I'm sure you don't like my fat wife." More laughter.

Julie said, "Of course I'm not fat, you silly boys! It's just that the shorts is too small for me."

Mr. More said, "But it is a very good pair of shorts. It's so lovely on Julie. I like her in this shorts."

Brad added, "Yes, but I like her better in another one."

Mr. More asked, "You mean Julie has another pair of shorts better than this one?"

"Yes... this one I call half-cut-off shorts. It means half of the shorts has been cut off."

"I see."

"Yes, so it covers only half of what it should cover... look at Julie... only half of her buttocks and half of her loins are covered."

Mr. More asked, "Yes, that's why it's very nice because she has a good body. What about the other one? The one you said is better than this one?"

Brad told his wife, "Julie, tell Mr. More what I call that."

Julie said smiling, "Brad calls that three-quarters-cut-off shorts."

"What does that mean?"

Julie explained, "It means three-quarters of the shorts has been cut off." She was too shy to say what it covered or didn't cover. She just looked at her husband, hoping he would do the explanation.

And he did. "That shorts wouldn't cover three-quarters of what a normal pair of shorts would cover. So, only one quarter of Julie's buttocks and one quarter of her loins would be covered."

Mr. More said happily, "That should make her look exceptionally lovely... with the fabulous body she has."

"Yes, I love to see her in that," added Brad.

Mr. More said, "May I ask you a favour, Julie? When you come to visit me, can you please wear that shorts... the three-quarters-cut-off one?"

"But Mrs. More may not like me to come like that, Mr. More."

He replied, "Not to worry about that, Julie. In fact if you have a second pair bring it along. Dora would love to wear like that herself."

I would look so exposed if I wore those shorts! Julie hesitated. "I don't know Mr. More."

Her husband encouraged her, "Agree to wear the shorts, Julie... since Mr. More is very keen to see you in them."

Well, since my husband is encouraging me, why not? "All right, Mr. More."

He beamed happily and thanked her profusely. "Let me know one day before you come so that I can take leave and wait for you in the house."

Her husband said, "All right, Mr. More. We'll let you know. On my way to work I'll leave Julie at your house and fetch her back after work. So, she can be there practically the whole day." My husband is almost telling him he can fuck me the whole day.

After kissing her briefly on the mouth, Mr. More left.

Julie asked pretending annoyance, "What was all that about? You wanting me to wear that skimpy shorts for your boss?"

"That's exactly why... because he's our boss... and we have agreed it's nice to be his friend."

"Well, for your sake, I agree." And for my sake, I want to have fun.

"How are the boys?"

"They must be in their rooms... waiting... you know why."

"I know... You must be eager also. I'll go and get them ready. You go and wait in the bedroom. I'll come and tell you what to wear."

Julie said, "I've been so hot today, I need a good drink." Her husband poured for her whisky. One pack, then another, and another, and another, and another.

Julie smiled at her husband, "That should loosen me up for my sons."

Her husband asked, " Do you think the boys should have some drink?"

"Why not? If they can have this kind of fun, they can drink."

"All right, I'll take this drink to their room. Let them have a few glasses before coming to your room."

"Get them skimpily dressed, Brad."

"Of course." Then he went to see the boys and Julie went to her bedroom.

Brad got the boys to wear very small thin cotton briefs. That's all. The brief was utterly narrow over their cocks. Their big balls were half out of the edges. Their cocks, half-aroused, raised the cloth. And one can see their cocks from the sides.

Ben asked, "Dad, are you sure mom will not mind?"

"If she minds, then we'll come and change. I'll go and help your mother to dress. Meanwhile you boys have some whisky."

Dan asked, "But we are only 14 and 16. Can we drink?"

"It's your mother's idea. She wants you relaxed so that you can be nice to her... she also wants you to enjoy yourselves.""

Ben said, "We will, dad. It's so nice of mom... wanting us to enjoy ourselves."

"Come when I give you a call," said their father and went out.

Brad went to their bedroom and spent a few minutes explaining to Julie what he expected her and their sons to do that evening.

"Are you sure you us to do all that?"

"Yes, now remove all your clothes." She did. Naked, she looked young, smooth skinned and lush bodied. Her huge 38DD breasts were magnificent, standing out firmly.