The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... gone. Sally wandered around the living room, collected her dressing gown from the armchair, and looked around for her phone. She stared at the screen for a couple of minutes. Now or never, decision time, she thought. Then thumbed out a text to Tom...

'Looking forward to tonight. Tell George I feel randy as hell about the idea.'

... then she had a thought and added...

'Photos too?'

... she smiled to herself, and hit Send.

It was early evening and Sally was sitting on the sofa waiting her fate. She kept glancing at the armchair where she'd pleasured Diana that afternoon, the possible location of the start of her adventure. Tom had cleared away the tea things, he seemed very anxious to help around the house all of a sudden. He'd put several cans of beer into the fridge, hesitated, then added a few more. It was going to be a long evening.

Sally had followed Diana's advice and was wearing the dressing gown. When she appeared in it after tea Tom had done a double-take and tried to give her a quick fondle but she'd pushed him away.

"Sorry Tom, I belong to George this evening. You're just here to watch, remember."

He'd backed off apologising.

"Yes, yes, Sally, you're right, that was the game."

"And I expect you to follow the rules.", it felt powerful talking like this to her husband, but he'd brought it on himself.

The doorbell went and, for once, Tom rushed to answer. He brought George through into the living room. If Sally had a fantasy of a well ...

... dressed man, a sort of James Bond of the construction industry, it was dashed by her first sight of George. He was sandy haired, slightly taller than Tom, barrel-chested, with narrow hips. His beer gut was larger than Tom's and, as he turned in the doorway Sally got a sight of a hairy butt crack. He was wearing a tatty leather jacket and torn jeans, and looked like he'd just walked off the building site. He did have a chubby, friendly-looking, face though, so Sally thought this might be okay. He didn't look like a man who would be cruel. George glanced across and smiled. It wasn't a lecherous smile, more of a shy smirk. He seemed tongue-tied so Sally decided to get started. She stood up, adjusted the dressing gown to make sure he got an eyeful, and strode towards the kitchen.

"Would you like a beer, George?"

"Oh, yes please, Sally."

Returning with a chilled beer she looked for George and found, to her dismay, that he'd taken up residence in the armchair. Her whole spread legs plan had been shot to pieces. She hesitated for a moment and then thought 'what would Diana do?' The answer took only seconds to arrive, as if her friend was whispering in Sally's ear. She strode across the room, swinging her hips the way Diana had, and sat herself on the arm of the chair. Leaning forwards, so that George got a good look inside the top of her dressing gown, she handed him the beer.

He looked nervous and uncertain and then slid his free hand inside her gown, moving it up and ...