A few weeks had passed since our trip to Venice but, much to my frustration, because of our heavy workloads nothing had progressed in terms of fulfilling my fantasy.
I hadn’t seen my older brother Mark since his marriage fell apart and he went to live in New Zealand a few years earlier. We had never really been close, so I was surprised when he called to ask if he could stay at our house for a few days while he came home to finalize his divorce. Despite it not being the best time for us with work and all, I couldn’t really say no, and besides, since he had never met Natasha, it would be a good way for him to finally get to know my wife.
As I had to be in London with work on the day he was to arrive, Natasha said she’d finish work a little early and pick him up at the airport in the afternoon.
While I was travelling back on the train, Natasha called to say that she had brought Mike home and that she had booked a table in one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. I told her it would be a couple of hours before I got home asked if everything was ok.
“Everything is fine. He’s in the shower. Don’t worry about us, I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll wait for you to get home.”
Knowing Mark had never been at ease with women he didn’t know well, I had been dreading the idea of coming home and finding them sitting there in awkward silence, but to my relief when I finally got to the door of our apartment, I could hear laughter.
When I walked into the living room, they were sat drinking wine and chatting happily. I greeted my brother and caught up for an hour while and Natasha got ready for dinner. She called me from the bedroom to tell me we would be late for dinner.
I could smell the faint scent of Natasha’s perfume when I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom to find Natasha stood in her cream satin underwear. As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock stiffening as I watched her take her black pencil skirt out of the wardrobe and slide it over her stockinged legs till the tight satin traced the outline of her hips.
She saw me watching: “Do you like?” she asked, with a cheeky smile on her face.
It was all I could do to respond with mumbled, “Yes.”
Then she reached into the wardrobe again and pulled out her cream satin blouse, and I watched as she slowly slid her arms into the sleeves, buttoned it up just enough to be able to see the lace trim of her bra and tuck it neatly into her skirt.
She looked over to see me stroking the bulge in my pants.
“I see you really like it,” she said as she turned to the mirror and inspected herself before reaching into her jewellery box for her pearl necklace.
I went behind her and took the necklace. Taking in her perfume as my trembling fingers fastened her necklace was more than I could handle and I grabbed the blouse covered breasts and pressed my throbbing cock against her ass, as I kissed her neck. Then feeling my try to pull up her skirt, she pulled my hands away.