“Please, Vanessa, come stay with us for as long as you need. We are both happy to help.” The words were out before Dennis realized it was him speaking them.
Nancy’s face showed a mix of relief, concern, and maybe a hint of fear. Dennis didn’t understand her reaction. She was the one who’d ask for this. He glanced at Vanessa, she was looking at Nancy, a smile on her lips. Vanessa reached over, stroking Nancy’s cheek once more.
“Thank you, Dennis. You don’t know how much this means to me,” Vanessa said without looking at him.
Dennis was the first one home. He waited in the living room for almost twenty minutes before the garage door opened. Vanessa entered first, trailing Nancy behind her like a small puppy. His wife’s face was flushed and her lipstick had a sheen as though it had just been reapplied. His mind raced, trying to piece together a puzzle that was missing pieces. Going to Nancy’s van to retrieve Vanessa’s suitcases, he wondered if his wife was having an affair with Vanessa. The thought of the two women making love made his cock twitch, but he dismissed the idea. His wife wouldn’t cheat on him, and if she did, she was smart enough to not invite her lover to live with them. Right? Although he knew Nancy was a bit more than bi-curious. She’d admitted to him before they married that she’d had two female lovers. Still, he trusted her. She wouldn’t cheat on him.
Two cases, one large the other small, were all that Vanessa had. He took them to the guest bedroom, setting them on the bed. Vanessa had followed him in. He showed her the closet, and pointed out the dresser. The room was nicely furnished with a queen sized bed, night stands, a dresser, a small desk and even a modest forty inch television. Vanessa listened politely, but Dennis got the idea she wasn’t really interested.
“Thank you, Dennis. It’s been a long day. Would you mind if I just got comfortable, maybe watch some TV before bed? I’ll put my things up tomorrow,” Vanessa said, giving him a smile. “My feet are killing me and I want to get out of these shoes.”
Dennis gave her his best smile. “I think I’ll do the same.”
Once he’d changed from his work clothes to a comfortable pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, he made his way out to the living room. Nancy was there, already in her night gown, sitting in her chair with some boring reality show on the television.
“Are you okay, Nancy? You’ve been very quiet all night,” Dennis said, sitting on the end of the couch closest to Nancy’s chair.
She looked at him for a moment. “Did you ever need something so bad it hurt, but then once you got it, you didn’t know if you wanted it or not but you knew you still needed it?”
He nodded. “Vanessa?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to tell her she can’t stay?” he asked.
“Oh, no! No. Please don’t. I want her to stay. I need her to stay. I’m just worried.” Nancy dropped her eyes.
“What are you worried about, Nancy?” Vanessa said as she came into the living room wearing an over sized t-shirt and apparently not much else.
The t-shirt was tight across her chest, accenting her large breasts. The shape of her nipples, and the fact that they were pierced with small bars through them, were clearly visible through the thin material. Her wide hips stretched the shirt and Dennis was sure he could see the imprint of her mons in front. He forced his eyes up to Vanessa’s smiling face. Her gaze was fixed on Nancy.
“I, I’m not really worried, Vanessa. It, it’s just that…” Nancy looked down, her shoulders slumped.
Vanessa walked over to his wife. Her hips moved in a very suggestive way as she passed by him. Her large rounded ass stretched the fabric, revealing the shape of her cheeks as they undulated with her walk. Dennis couldn’t have stopped looking if a train had run through the living room. Vanessa squatted in front of Nancy, taking his wife’s hands in hers. The move stretched the t-shirt even tighter over her amazing ass.
“We’ve discussed this, pet. You said you wanted it. I want it. Even Dennis wants it and he doesn’t even know what it is. Look at him.” Nancy’s eyes flicked from Vanessa’s face to his with Vanessa’s words but Vanessa continued, “Don’t be afraid. Trust me, anything that I take from you will be replaced ten-fold.”
Dennis didn’t understand any of it. His mind, so focused on Vanessa’s body, couldn’t begin to comprehend what Vanessa’s words meant. He just sat there. Finally Nancy nodded.
“I’m okay. You are right. I need this,” she said softly.
Standing, Vanessa turned, giving Dennis a smile. She took a seat at the other end of the couch, her large breasts jiggling under the thin material of her shirt. Together the three watched the mindless show for a while with Dennis trying very hard, but failing, to not look at Vanessa every few seconds. During a commercial, Vanessa looked over at Dennis, catching him staring at her breasts.
“Dennis, my feet are killing me. Would you mind rubbing them for me? Nancy, get him some lotion to put on my feet.” Without waiting for Dennis to answer, she swung her closest foot up into his lap leaving her other foot on the floor. With her legs spread, the t-shirt rode up exposing most of her wide, golden brown thighs. Slowly she brought her other knee over to the edge of the couch, closing her legs somewhat.
A light tapping on his shoulder broke Dennis’s eyes from Vanessa’s legs. Nancy was looking down at him with a bemused smile on her face, handing him a small bottle of a designer lotion. He took it from her, trying to apologize with his eyes, but she just smiled and returned to her seat. For the first time he noticed that she was wearing one of her sexiest white night gowns. He could see her nipples, standing tall and proud, under the translucent material. He looked her up and down, taking in how the nightie ended just above her crotch, exposing the sheer panties underneath. When his eyes reached her face, she smiled broadly and gave him a wink.
“Thank you for rubbing my feet,” Vanessa said, bringing Dennis’s attention back to her. She looked a little put out that he’d been staring at Nancy.
“Oh. Sorry Vanessa,” Dennis said, squirting a large dollop of lotion into his hand and blowing on it to warm it up.
First he spread the warmed lotion all over her foot. Once he had the lotion applied, he began to massage her foot in earnest, rubbing from the heel, up along her arch, to her toes. She had beautiful feet. Dennis wasn’t really a foot person, but her foot was perfect. Her calves were muscular, no fat on them, but obviously strong. He let his hand wander up from her foot, past her ankle, to stroke her calf. Her skin was smooth, flawless brown mocha. He could feel his cock stiffening and tried to shift her foot away, but she held it were it was.
“Oh, that feels so good.” Dennis wasn’t sure if she meant the massage or what her foot was pressing on. “Please don’t stop. I love having a man’s hands on me,” Vanessa said, her voice low and sultry.
She shifted her position, swinging her other foot up and into his lap. The move once again caused her shirt to ride up, this time Dennis caught a glimpse of her sex for just a second and realized that not only was she not wearing a bra, she also wasn’t wearing panties. He felt his cock jump again as she held it between her insoles. Concentrating hard on massaging her feet, he willed his body to behave. He was married to a wonderful, beautiful woman who was sitting just a few feet away. He glanced over at his wife, sitting there watching him and Vanessa with a small smile on her lips.