Through the next week, Steve had a lot of fun with his sexy wife, planting all sorts of perverted notions in her head. But he left her free to choose which of her friends and relatives she gave the pill to next, and what to tell them, so that it could be a surprise.
On Saturday, May was more cheerful than usual. Of course, she was very cheerful these days with the perpetual cycle of lust and satisfaction that she was enjoying, but that day she was particularly chipper.
"We're having a special guest tonight, Steve," she said teasingly as she bent over to water her plants, letting her microskirt ride up her bare ass. "I'm want you to be on your best behaviour."
"Who is it? Shouldn't you get a bit more dressed?" he said, suspecting that she wouldn't.
"I wouldn't worry dear, we all know each other," May replied in a sing song voice.
At five o'clock, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" shouted May. She opened the door to reveal Rachel, wearing a tight blue sweater, beige pants, and (incongruously) stiletto heels.
"Hi, May!" she said brightly.
"Rachel! Glad you're here. Come in!" replied May. "Nice shoes."
"Aren't they? They were hell in the car, but they do look nice. They aren't too uncomfortable, either."
Rachel was 5'7", and had wavy brown hair to her shoulders, and creamy pale skin that came from avoiding the sun. Steve had always had a fascination with Rachel's breasts, which seemed like 34C or so --- possibly in part because they were forbidden fruit, being his wife's best friend and all.
Steve wandered to the foyer. "Hi Rachel," he said cheerfully.
"Hi Steve. Oh, right!" she said, bending down to take off her shoes.
"I have to take care of something in the kitchen," May said a little mysteriously, smiling to Steve. "I'll be back in a bit."
Rachel took off her shoes, and then undid the button on her pants. "May told me about how you felt uncomfortable with me being fully dressed, and not wearing stiletto heels, when I visit, Steve," she said casually as she undid her zipper and pulled down her pants. "I'm sorry about that. You should have told me that you'd prefer me to not to wear so much clothing when you're around: I would have been happy to show off my body if I knew."
She pulled off her sweater, to reveal a matching lawn green bra and panty set, and put her stiletto heels back on. "I hope you like my underwear: I chose it especially to show off for you!" She definitely did have a body to be proud of: her regular exercise definitely showed in her smooth curves.
Steve took a quick look to his left to May in the kitchen. She smiled, and winked twice, very pointedly. Steve thought for a moment, and decided to take a risk. "I'm glad you feel that way, Rachel, but I'm afraid you misunderstand. I feel uncomfortable with you wearing *any* clothes beyond stiletto heels when you're around. I feel I have a right to ask that people not hide anything important from me in my house."
"Oh." Rachel was taken a bit aback. "Um, I wasn't ready for that. Please don't be offended, Steve," she said, "I like you, and I'm glad you're married to May. You're a great guy. But I don't think I'm comfortable walking around naked with you watching me." Her body language spoke differently, though: she was a little flushed, and was twirling her hair.
"Hm," said Steve. His wife had apparently set him up a more elaborate game for him to play with Rachel. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time I don't think I'm being unreasonable. And if you're uncomfortable with showing me your whole body, are you going to let me touch you? Even with your underwear on, looking at you is going to make me want to feel you up. Can you deal with that?"
Rachel's nipples were poking through her bra. "May told me that you might ask to grope me," she said, tentatively. "I've thought about it a bit, and I've decided that this time, if you want to feel me up, you can do it. But I don't want to promise anything for the next time I visit."
Steve smiled. "I guess that will do for now. We can talk about it more, later." Steve walked up to Rachel to give her a hug. "Welcome, Rachel," she said, caressing his hand down her back, and grabbing a butt cheek.
Rachel squeaked slightly. "Thanks, Steve," she said, with genuine relief in her voice. |