Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 14:18:11 +0000
From: Jenny
Subject: House for Sale

After our double encounters with Sean the builder Cath and I became much
more open with each other about our sexual feelings. We got together often
when my husband was working late or away on business and usually ended up in
bed or in the shower together. It was light-hearted happy sex. She doesn't
want to break up my marriage and neither do I, so we'll carry on having fun.

Cath has been keen to change career for quite a while. What she really
wanted to do was work in an estate agency, what in the US they call realtors
I think. She managed to get herself a job initially as an admin assistant
but with a chance to move into the property sales side. The company she
works for has some very high-class country properties on its books in a
sought-after area of Southern England.

One day, Cath was asked if she would like to accompany a colleague showing a
client around a house. She had processed the pictures and added them to the
agency website, so she was very pleased to say yes - the house was just
fantastic. The owner was selling because he had been assigned to Dubai to
oversee a major construction project. He had also recently divorced and was
no longer happy to live in the house that he had shared with his former
wife.

Together with her colleague James, Cath took plenty of time to show the
prospective buyer around. There was a pool and jacuzzi in a separate
building in the secluded back garden, a steel and granite kitchen that
opened into a garden facing dining room, a huge lounge with a concealed home
cinema screen and a master bedroom nearly as big with an ensuite black tiled
bathroom. The viewing was late in the afternoon, and James lived in the
opposite direction to the office, so he asked Cath to drop the keys back on
her way home. Cath said yes, but then realised that she was running late for
an eye test appointment. It was Friday, she was working on the Saturday
morning, James wasn't, so she figured he would never know if the keys
weren't back that night.

After the eye test we had arranged to meet for a drink at a wine bar near
the opticians. I had already arrived when Cath walked in. She was full of
chat about the house she had seen and enthusiasm for her new job generally.
Jokingly I pointed out that no-one would know if she showed me round too.
She thought it was a great idea, so we finished our wine and headed back
along country lanes to the house.

We felt like naughty schoolgirls as we drove in through the electric gates
and they closed silently behind us.

The sun was setting as we looked around the main bedroom and its bathroom.
Cath looked good in a dark business suit and I was beginning to feel just a
little horny for her.

"How about having a shower" I suggested, winking at her.

"I've got a better idea" she said, and led me out to the pool house. "Let's
go skinny dipping". I didn't need to be asked twice. There was a stack of
towels on a shelf, so that was no problem. She searched around for the
jacuzzi control box and switched it on. Then she peeled off her clothes in
seconds and jumped in the pool. I undressed a little slower, doing a
striptease for her. Then I sat on the edge and slid into the pool. We did a
couple of lengths and then clung to the edge side by side. Cath turned her
head and kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth. We let go the pool edge
and embraced, our whole bodies touching, pubic mounds strsining to rub
against each other.

Fingers explored wet labia and slid inside vaginas. I was very aroused and
felt my muscles involuntary clutch around Cath's fingers. I knew she really
got off on this. She pushed me away a little and hitched herself up to sit
on the poolside, spreading her legs, her pussy perfectly positioned for my
hungry mouth. I didn't rush, just brought her to a slow delicious orgasm
with my tongue and lips, nibbling her clit gently. I tasted her sweet
juices, licking around my mouth and then she slid back into the pool, one
hand kneading my ass, pulling my knee up so she could get to my pussy.

For my turn, I chose the jacuzzi. We swapped cool water for warm bubbles,
rolling over in it, letting the jets massage our aroused bodies. I have
trained myself over years so I don't come too quickly. I prefer one earth
shattering orgasm after up to an hour of foreplay with or without
penetration at the end of it. This time, we had no dildoes or vibrators,
just each other's bodies.
We revelled in the sensations of the spa bath, massaging and biting nipples,
spreading pussy lips to feel the water jets caress our clitorises. I was
utterly relaxed, but also very turned on. Cath helped me to greater arousal
with gentle fingers just to one side of my pulsing little love-button. She
had become so expert in knowing exactly what to do to give me maximum
pleasure.

Somehow she moved me around so she had two fingers deep inside me, moving in
and out, but with one strong water jet pulsing over my clit. Her mouth was
alternately on mine and on my breasts. I held on as long as I could, knowing
it would make the climax better, but eventually gasped and cried out.

It was nearly dark by the time we tidied up after ourselves and left the
house as immaculate as we found it, the September dusk wrapping our
departure in wisps of mist. Halfway home, my husband rang and asked me to
collect some Chinese food he had ordered. We had a wonderful meal and had
some great sex together later on, although some of the images in my mind
were of Cath and myself and it was her mouth on me when he went down on my
still-eager pussy.

The following morning, I was making breakfast and John was in the shower
when Cath rang. She had some startling news. She read the email the house
owner had sent her over the phone to me.

"Well done ladies, what a great show you put on for me. You couldn't have
known about the webcams - they are all over the house. I enjoyed watching
with my new girlfriend, who now wants to have a threesome or even foursome.
When I come home to conclude the sale, perhaps we can all get together.
Don't worry I won't tell your boss."

I was speechless for a moment, then I giggled. "So you think you might be
able to sneak those keys out again then".

"I'll try" said Cath - and I'm sure she will.