Kind of a Guy Thing

By Katie McN  <katie@katie-mcn.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


She was nude. She had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen 
and she was waiting for me to undress. I stood still like a 
deer caught in ahead light and wondered how brave I could 
be.

The Company Christmas Party is always at Gutheries. We have 
dinner in one of the private rooms out back and then move 
to the bar to see which one of the guys is going to make a 
fool of himself. This year it was my husband.

I saw him standing next to her and wondered how he was able 
to keep his tongue in his mouth.

She was a vision of youth and beauty wrapped in a sequined 
mini-dress. Most women couldn't wear heels that high, but 
she floated across the room like a cloud passing in front 
of a full moon. Her reddish brown hair covered some of her 
back, but not enough to hide the fact that most of her 
dress ended up on the cutting room floor. Skin, eyes, lips, 
mouth and more, everything that could be put into a five 
foot five package of excitement. A lot more than that.

She wasn't much older than our daughter.

My husband stood next to her acting as silly as any teenage 
boy at a high school dance. He wasn't even trying to hide 
his stare as he looked down the front of her dress. Her 
boobs stuck out so far I knew he couldn't possibly see if 
she wore shoes or not. It probably didn't matter much since 
he was too busy lusting after her young girl body. He 
wasn't the only guy who found her new and different. He 
wasn't the only guy who wanted to be warmed by the glow of 
her fire. He wasn't the only one, but he was my husband and 
I was mad.

"Dammit, Bill, you really embarrassed me. How could you 
make a fool of yourself at my company party?"

I finally pried him away from her and got him into the car. 
I was driving, of course, but still able to give him a 
piece of my mind. Ever since the kids went off to school, 
he's been acting stupid. I guess a lot of guys go through 
it once the kids are out of the nest, but it still hurts to 
be married to one. He didn't have a lot to say and we 
finally ended up driving home in silence. Not an argument, 
but not real friendly either.

"Thanks for going to lunch with me, Kayla. I'm so sorry. My 
husband acted like a jerk at the party and I want to 
apologize for him."

"Forget it, Sally. He was just being a guy who had one too 
many. Happens all the time. No big deal."

I really never noticed how beautiful Kayla was until I saw 
her laugh. I work with her every day and I guess I'm used 
to seeing her covered up in normal clothes. Even though she 
wasn't dressed like a Christmas tree ornament, she still 
turned heads. She seemed unaware of all the attention, but 
I knew better. Women know how to pretend they don't notice 
they're being checked out. I've done it for years.

"Your husband was just being silly. It's kind of a guy 
thing and I know it doesn't mean shit."

She talked with her mouth and her hands. It seemed so 
natural being with her. So natural and friendly. It was 
easy to see why my husband and every other guy would be 
attracted to a woman like her. 

"Your husband is kind of cute, Sally, so it wasn't as if 
some creep like Marsh from accounting was hanging all over 
me. Anyhow, you're a babe so it's not like you should be 
jealous or anything."

What started out as something that had to be done turned 
out fine. A babe? That was nice to hear. I could see myself 
being friends with this woman who was almost half my age. 
We got off into other things. The kind of things women talk 
about when they're trying to decide how close they can get. 
The party was forgotten. We learned a lot about each other 
on that day and on the other days that followed.

"Happy birthday!"

Bill told me he'd kill me if I ever had a surprise birthday 
party for him, but I figured something special had to 
happen on the Big Four O. He couldn't say three people was 
a real party anyhow.

I think he liked checking Kayla out more than the dinner we 
slaved over all afternoon. Who could blame him? She looked 
hot, but I was getting my share of attention, too. I tarted 
it up a little bit and I guess I made the cut. Well, I was 
a "babe" after all and I felt a little warm feeling wrap 
itself around my mind when I caught him checking me out.

"Come on, Bill, let's go into the living room and open 
presents."

We finished a bottle of wine with dinner and all three of 
us were feeling the glow. Very nice, very pleasant.

Bill and I plopped down on the couch while Kayla turned on 
the CD player. Hard to imagine a girl that young would know 
James Brown, but that's what she played. Lots of bass. Lots 
of soul.

"Okay, now it's time for me to open my presents. Bring 'em 
on girls."

"It doesn't work that way, Bill. We're  going to be doing 
the opening for you."

I don't think he heard me. He was watching Kayla dancing by 
herself and she was really getting into it. Pretty easy to 
do when JB is playing "Get Up Like a Sex Machine." Wow, if 
she ever got out of public relations, she could make a 
fortune as a dancer.

We were both enjoying the view when she finally noticed us. 
She just played at first. She pulled her skirt up just a 
little bit higher. Her hands moved across her breasts and 
hips. A little daring, real sexy, but not enough to let 
Bill know what was coming next.

When her hands went behind her back and we heard the sound 
of the zipper moving relentlessly toward her waist, I 
thought Bill was going to fall off the couch. She somehow 
kept the front of her dress in place as she slid first one 
arm out of a sleeve and then let the other one go free. She 
held her top in front of her and made a cute little 
wiggling motion as she slowly let it slide lower and lower.

We got a tiny peek at the top of her black strapless bra 
before she turned around and bent over. Her dress outlined 
every curve of her well formed ass. Just in case we didn't 
notice, she moved her butt back and forth in time to the 
music and gave us plenty to admire. When she turned back, 
the top of her dress was around her waist and her bra 
presented her tits like two jewels on a black velvet shelf.

Bill was hard as a rock, but still trying to hide the tent 
in the front of his pants from our nosy eyes.

That's no fun.

I put one arm around his shoulder and give him a tiny kiss 
on the cheek and made sure my boob was pressed up against 
his arm. My hand found his leg right away, but took a long 
time to wander over to the cock that was jumping around and 
hoping for the best. When I finally touched it, he made one 
of those special sounds that women live to hear.

We watched Kayla struggle to push her dress down past her 
hips. She was still moving real nice and we both were 
leaning forward in anticipation as her dress finally 
dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it as if it wasn't 
there and came closer so we wouldn't miss a thing.

I kept up the pressure on Bill's cock with one hand while I 
let the other one search for the sensitive places on the 
back of his neck. They were real easy to find.

Guys are funny. When I crossed my legs, my dressed moved a 
few inches above my knee. He checked me out even though 
there was a girl in a black uplift bra, garter belt, seamed 
nylons, cute little panties and high heels bumping and 
grinding in front of him. Kind of fun for me.

I could hear Bill suck wind when Kayla threw her bra across 
the room. I thought her boobs would never stop bouncing. 
She really didn't need the bra. Her tits were perfect 
without it. I could look at them forever, but found my eyes 
wandering down a little lower as her hands let us know she 
was going to take her tiny little panties off next.

She decided to show us her ass and turned around in time to 
the music. We saw her bare back and the most perfect butt 
anyone could imagine peeking out of her panties. The seams 
on her nylons pointed to each of those two well formed 
globes and enticed us to stare with open abandon. Her 
panties slipped down below her ass and we got to see that 
her treasure was just as nice as we imagined. She turned 
around so we could watch her push her panties down below 
the tiny patch of pubic hair that signaled the start of her 
private place. When her panties were finally off, she threw 
them at Bill and laughed at the two of us. She still had on 
her very high heels, stockings and garter belt, but looked 
naked as she danced in time to another R & B song.

She continued on.

Her hands touched her breasts and squeezed her already hard 
nipples. A hand trailed down her tummy and found itself in 
the patch of hair that highlighted her sex. She teased us 
with one finger. I wondered if she would do it. I wondered 
no more as I saw her finger disappear into her pussy. She 
moved her hand up and down in sync with my breathing. Just 
before something beautiful happened, she stopped and pulled 
me out on the floor.

She was nude. She had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen 
and she was waiting for me to undress, but she didn't wait 
for long.

She moved her hands over my body in time to the music. She 
rubbed herself against me and let her tongue sneak into my 
ear and then into my mouth. We kissed, a real hot kiss that 
seemed to last forever and since her hands were already 
there, she unzipped my dress all the way down to my ass.

Bill never missed a thing and I knew my job was to stand 
there while all his hidden fantasies unfolded right before 
his eyes.

She pulled my dress up to give him a good look at my legs. 
She made sure to touch my legs and she let her hand linger 
on the soft skin just above my stocking tops. She pulled my 
hand onto her breast and pressed it into her soft woman 
flesh.

My clothes slowly disappeared in a river of lust. There 
wasn't a place on my body that remained unexplored. Her 
hands, fingers, boobs, hips, mouth, tongue and everything 
touched my everything again and again. There was fire and 
electricity and magic and more than that, but not enough, 
not nearly enough, not just then.

"I never thought I'd end up in bed with two hot women."

"Shut up and fuck." I guided his cock into Kayla's pussy. 
He had no problem getting in. She was wet and very ready 
and I could feel both of them moving toward each other with 
a rhythm in the key of sex. I rubbed my tits on his back 
and squeezed his ass while he fucked Kayla. I squeezed his 
balls and kissed his neck. I let my finger slide across his 
asshole. I played him like a fine tuned instrument and his 
pleasure was my symphony.

He tried to make it last forever, but of course forever 
came faster than he wanted. He exploded his lust into her 
body and kept fucking her as his cock filled her with his 
love.

I pushed him on his back and started to lick him clean. I 
knew the taste of his dick. I knew the taste of his sperm. 
But there was a new taste, a very nice taste, a taste I 
wanted to learn more about it.

Kayla was kissing him while I sucked his cock. He was like 
a kid in a candy store with a Platinum credit card. I 
wasn't surprised when his erection filled my mouth. He was 
ready to go again and who could blame him. I kept sucking 
his manhood while Kayla took an inventory of everything 
else. I could tell by the way he was moving that he liked 
the taste of Kayla's pussy. It must have been almost as 
good as what I tasted as he came with a frenzy in my mouth.

"Enough, enough. Let me rest a minute."

"Aw, just when me and Kayla were getting into it, Bill. 
We'll just have to do something else."

He got to watch us do the something else. I never had sex 
with a woman before that night. It was nice and it was 
different. We were on stage with an audience of one. A one 
who got to see us do everything two women could think to 
do. A one who got to see his wife do something with another 
woman. A something he could only dream about before that 
night. A something burned deeply into a hidden place in his 
mind where he could cherish it forever.

Kayla stayed over and we kept it up all night until we 
collapsed in bed for a few hours of sleep. All three of us 
were exhausted good. I went to bed with a 40 year old man 
who turned out to be hotter than a 14 year old boy in a 
porno story.

"I never want to do that again."

I couldn't believe my ears.

I was just finishing up the breakfast dishes and Kayla was 
on her way home. He was sitting at the kitchen table. Just 
the two of us talking like we always do.

"Kayla is real cute and I know all my friends would just 
die if they knew what happened."

I was going to mention how unhappy he would be if he told 
his friends, but I didn't think it would be necessary.

"Watching the two of you get it on was really something and 
I couldn't believe how many times I got off."

I could believe it either, but wasn't complaining one bit. 
In fact, I was hoping he had a little something left for 
later in the day.

"I liked watching you get it on with her and really loved 
doing it myself. But you know..."

Well, this forty year old mother of two almost cried when I 
heard what he had to say next. Sure he liked getting it on 
with a hot young girl like Kayla. He didn't know anyone who 
was able to satisfy two women like he did. He got a good 
ego pump of course, and he got to make his fantasy world a 
reality. I was glad he liked his birthday present, but I 
liked the present he gave me a lot better than he would 
ever know.

"Did you notice how boring she was after we finished having 
sex? She really hasn't been around a lot, has she? Well, 
she's young so I guess she has some living to do. I'm not 
sure I could handle that on a regular basis though."

My, my, I guess living for forty years has a payoff. How 
nice.

"You know, Sally, it's great being married to a woman and 
not a little girl. Uh, did I ever tell you that I love 
you?"


The End 


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