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by Frenchie » Wed Mar 13, 2024 10:51 pm
The next few days were no different from the first. Jenny was telling me how she was chastely showing off to her boss, who was having a field day.
She seemed to take more and more pleasure in it, and I discovered an exhibitionist side to her that I hadn't suspected.
It always put me in a state I couldn't imagine, and it was a rather intense period in our married life.
One Tuesday evening, we went to bed early at Madame's request, as she seemed to have some naughty desires...
She hadn't left it to anyone else to undress me, and while I hadn't yet been allowed to touch her, I found myself lying on the bed, completely naked, my little fiancee lovingly cuddling my three-piece service. A situation I particularly enjoyed.
All it took was a few expertly administered licks for a most convincing sting to emerge in her hand.
And then, innocently continuing to kiss my glans, she announced:
"Today, he touched me."
My heart immediately leapt into my chest.
I could have said "What?!", "What do you mean?" or "What are you talking about?", but I knew exactly what she was talking about.
Our eyes met; her hand still shod on my penis, she wore an enigmatic half-smile.
"Tell me about it", I asked her laconically.
We were on the same wavelength, and she complied without wavering.
"This morning, he asked me to clean a large painting. To do so, I had to unhook it from its wall mount. As it was rather imposing and heavy, he positioned himself behind me as I climbed onto the stepladder, to assure me in case I lost my balance, he told me... I wasn't surprised more than that, I'm used to his little maneuvers, barely fine, so he could check me out... Only as I carefully descended holding the painting, which weighed a dead horse's weight, I felt his hands on my hips. "Careful," he said.
I replied, "I've got it, I've got it", but he didn't take his hands away, and I don't know how he did it, but when I bent my leg to go down one step, his right hand ended up on my thigh, and on the next step it went up again, but under my skirt..."
"- Under your skirt? You mean..."
" - On my butt, yes-yes, you've got it. And since I haven't been wearing panties for a few weeks, I don't need to draw you a picture."
Not worth it, no, indeed. Heart pounding, I imagined the old man's hand greedily groping my darling's bare buttock, tasting with full palm the indescribable softness of her skin there.
I swallowed with some difficulty:
"- Did you let him?"
She gave me a casual look back:
" - Ah, yes. What did you want me to do? I wasn't going to slap him back when I've been walking around almost naked in front of him for weeks... it was bound to happen one day... and anyway, my hands were full."
She was right. I too suspected that sooner or later the old perv wouldn't be satisfied with just watching.
"- Did it last long?"
" - Quite a while, yes. I found myself there, holding the painting while he caressed my ass without saying a word but taking all his time... As I still had one foot on a step, he could easily slip his fingers into my parting... He quickly titillated my little puck then moved forward... I felt fingers on my slit... spreading it... then another one going in... "
"- You mean he..."
" - Fingered me? Yes, you could say that... And rather well, in fact... I could feel his thick finger making little back-and-forth movements... not very deep but well applied... then I felt a second one join the first..."
She fell silent, staring into space, looking dreamy.
"What did it do to you?" I asked, trembling.
"What did it do to me? Well... pretty much the same thing it did to you." She replied, showing me her wrist and hand, stained with opalescent streaks...
Throughout her narration, she had continued to wank me with an absent gesture.
And, without really realizing it, I had just cum.
As she wiped her hand with a handkerchief, I caught a small smile at the corner of her lips and light dawned on me:
"- You've been telling me crap!"
She burst out laughing:
"Do you think I'm capable of making this stuff up?
"Oh yes! Absolutely! You know it turns me on to know you're with him, and you had fun pushing the button to find out how far my fantasies could go."
She still had a broad smile on her lips:
"And obviously I've hit the nail on the head," she said victoriously.
"Ahh! So you confess?! You made it all up!
"If you don't believe what I've told you, that's your problem. I know what happened today... "
That bitch! With her snide look, she knew how to make me squirm.
As a result, I didn't know whether her story was bacon or pork.
"Come on! Come on! Tell me if it's true or not. I'm not going to be able to stay in the dark like this!"
"Nah, too bad for you. That'll be your punishment for letting your little wife go to work pantless at her old landlord's... for now, you've got a mission ahead of you: restore the balance: you've already come and I haven't."
In two seconds, she stripped naked and settled astride me, offering her sex to my eager mouth.
I still didn't know whether her story was real or pure fiction. What I did know, however, was that he was as turned on by it as I was: She was dripping!