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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We have known each other for a while, me and Tom. We used to work together and we sometimes had a drink or two at the pub to discuss projects and work issues. We have never been too much in confidence, he was slightly senior and he had been in the field for much longer than I had, and I could only respect him and learn from him. One evening, after a couple of beer at the pub after a busy working day, we saw a group of ladies entering the pub and we just had a couple of comments, as they were all so cheerful and well dressed. He told me: "These ladies are more my age than yours, isn't it? I'm sure you're more into girls in their twenties".
"Well, actually", I replied "I am always somehow attracted by ladies who are slightly older than me. I don't know how, it must be their self confidence and the way they don't make plans for you. They just love to be adored and seem to really enjoy sex". I don't know how it came out like this, it was a bit over the top for our standard conversations, but he laughed and agreed: "You're right, you know. My wife Amanda became more and more confident during the years we spent together, and our relation certainly improved as we got to know each other and our fantasies in depth". I didn't know what he exactly wanted to say with that, but I smiled and we kept discussing our standard job issues, before calling it a day.
After a couple of weeks I met Tom at the supermarket, on a busy Saturday afternoon. I was staring at the wine shelves trying to make my mind between an Italian red or a French white. Tom was passing with his trolley at the end of the aisle and yelled at me "Hey Edmond! Look who's planning to get d*unk tonight!"
I laughed and probably blushed a bit, but in all honesty that was probably my untold plan for the evening.
Tom said "I hate to come to the supermarket on a Saturday afternoon, it's so busy, but hey, this is a sort of family tradition and Amanda enjoys shopping together. I'll introduce her to you. There she comes!"
Amanda was walking towards us smiling: "Amanda, this is Edmond, I told you about him I think"
Amanda smiled at me "Hello Edmond, so nice to meet you! Tom told me so much about you!"
"Nice to meet you, Amanda!" I didn't know exactly what to say, even if she looked amazing. Her large breast was just about to explode from a white shirt, and her nice firm pair of legs were covered by tight jeans. I probably stared at her more than necessary.
"So Edmond, give me a suggestion about wine, what should I get?" said Tom.
"Well, it depends on what you are having for dinner, it's important to get the match with the food right", I replied.
"We should ask the Queen: Amanda, what are our plans for tonight?"
"I was planning to prepare some pork fillet with mushrooms"
That was easy, I felt confident enough to suggest a bold Australian Shiraz go go with that and I showed them a couple of possible matches.
"Thanks a lot, Edmond! What are your plans for tonight?", Tom asked.
"Well, not much, probably a bit of binge-watching and then bed, I'm planning to go for a run tomorrow morning".
Amanda jumped in "Why don't you come to have dinner with us? As you are the wine expert, you'll be in charge of the wine and we'll do the rest. At least you'll get your dinner sorted!"
I accepted: if anything, I was keen on having a proper dinner cooked for me.
"That's great Ed, let's meet outside in the parking lot and follow our car" Tom said.
We got to their lovely house in a suburban neighbourhood in the outskirt of the city. Tom insisted to be the cook for the night, as he claimed that meat was his speciality, while Amanda went upstairs to get changed for the evening. We opened a bottle of Prosecco to start with, while chatting about the weather and about football, as Tom was getting on with the preparation. Amanda came back downstairs with a smart red dress, not at all revealing, but her generous curves were well underlined by refined details. She prepared the table as we chatted. I still was a bit intimidated to be there, curious about this unexpected situation but at the same time I felt slightly out of place.
The food was lovely, I praised Tom's abilities as a cook, while they were very happy about my wine suggestion. Prosecco gone, Shiraz gone. We were all very tipsy, to put it bluntly, but I managed to behave and to avoid saying anything improper, or to stare for too long at Amanda's beautiful smile. After dinner, I asked to go out in the garden for a smoke, and Tom came with me. In the back of the garden stood a small garden shed. Tom looked at it and said "Oh, we bought this hot tub thinking on a sale thinking to use it everyday, but we are always too tired to prepare it in the evening. You know what? We could have a bath tonight!"
I felt paralysed. I was suspecting that something was going on, but I didn't dare imagining anything. Tom went inside and after a quick chat with Amanda, he came back out and lightened up the little shack and uncovered the tub, turning on the heater and the underwater lights.
We had a couple of beers and Amanda came out in the garden wearing a robe and a bikini underneath. We went back inside and Tom gave me one of his boxers go get changed. I went to the toilet and took off my clothes and put the boxers on. As I went back to the kitchen, Tom and Amanda were kissing, but they stopped as I entered the room. We walked out in the garden, she dropped her robe and entered in the tub, as he helped her by putting a hand on her butt. I entered the lukewarm water and we sat with the bubbles coming from the bottom, Amanda sitting in between me and Tom.
The bubbles were lifting her breast that was barely contained in the bikini top, almost floating over the water.
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