JEAN's MODESTY II by KK

A few months ago I wrote and told you about my wife Jean. I told you
that the only time she lets me see her naked is when we are having
sex. I explained how I found a way of spying on her from the
basement by watching her through the registers from the old heating
system. And I also told you how I watched her being seduced by a
friend of mine who was at the house to install new locks in our
doors. Now I want to tell you what has happened since Jean's
encounter with the lock smith.

I told you when I wrote Jeans Modesty that Ray, the lock smith, was
going to move away and that was one of the reasons that I picked him
to be part of my plan to see what Jean would do if someone tried to
seduce her. I didn't know how I would feel afterward so I didn't
want to have the guy around to remind me that Jean had been
unfaithful and I certainly didn't want to take a chance that Jean
might start up a long term affair. As things turned out I really
enjoyed watching my wife being seduced and then having sex with
another man. But, even though I enjoyed the whole thing I decided
that I wouldn't attempt it again. I didn't want to chance destroying
our marriage. I figured I would just sneak into the basement
occasionally and spy on Jean as she did her business around the
house.

After Jean's seduction I watched her very carefully to see if her
behavior changed at all, to see if she became any less modest or if
she started to show any interest in other men if they flirted with
her. As far as I could tell she hadn't changed at all. That is until
one day when we stopped for lunch at a sidewalk cafe. Jean was
reading the newspaper while we were waiting for our meal and I went
to the mens room. On my way back to our table I noticed that the
guys at the table across from us had a nice view under our table.
When I looked at Jean she still had the newspaper in front of her
face and when I looked under the table I could see her beautiful
legs, which were crossed. I stopped to admire her legs for a second
when I noticed that the two guys sitting at the table in front of me
were staring at Jean's legs also. Then suddenly Jean uncrossed her
legs in an exaggerated motion that gave us a clear view between her
thighs all the way to her panties. When she put her foot on the
floor she kept her knees about ten inches apart which allowed us an
unrestricted view of her crotch. This view was turning me on but was
also puzzling me, because I had always known Jean to be very careful
about how she sat so that she wouldn't accidentally give a show like
she was now.

As Jean noticed me approaching the table she immediately crossed her
legs, which told me that she was aware of what she was doing and the
show she had given the guys at the other table was not an accident.
As we ate our lunch I could see that the two men at the other table
continued to look at Jean's legs, and I also noticed that several
times during the meal Jean crossed and uncrossed her legs. By the
time we left the cafe my cock was so hard I had difficulty walking.
The surprising thing was when we got home it was Jean who initiated
sex. She was very horny and her pussy was very wet.

As time went on I found that Jean would often repeat this behavior.
If we went out to eat or for drinks she would sit so that she could
flash someone in the room, but she always made it look
unintentional. When ever she did this she would be extremely horny
when we got home. I began to worry about what she was doing when I
wasn't around. I started to spy on Jean when I could. Like when she
would go out to lunch with her friends or when she would go
shopping. I would even sneak into places she would go to for lunch
when she was at work. I found that the only time she flashed anyone
was when she was with me. This made me feel better.

A few weeks ago we both had a lot of errands to run so we arranged
to meet for lunch at a restaurant we hadn't been to before. I got
there a few minutes before Jean and was a little surprised when she
came in wearing slacks. I had been hoping she was going to play her
little game. I was so disappointed that I didn't notice the blouse
she was wearing. It was blue silk and fit very loose. I didn't think
anything of it till the waiter came over to take our order. As Jean
leaned forward to ask the waiter some question about the menu I
realized that the waiter had a clear view inside the front of Jean's
blouse.  When the waiter finally left I told Jean I had to go to the
mens room. As I walked behind her chair I bent over and kissed Jean
on the neck. The purpose of the kiss was so that I could see what
the waiter had been looking at. What he had been looking at was my
wife's bare breasts. Jean was braless. In all of our marriage this
was the first time I could remember Jean going out in public without
a bra. I had an instant erection. The rest of lunch was agony for
me. I was too horny to enjoy my meal and the waiter kept coming over
to our table to see if everything was okay. When we finally got
home, as horny as I was, Jean jumped me first.

In the next few weeks whenever we went out Jean was either wearing a
dress so she could show her panties or a blouse so she could show
off her breasts. On a few occasions she did both. I still followed
her occasionally to see if she was playing these games when she
wasn't with me but she never gave any indication that she was
flashing except when she was with me.

One day last month my wife told me that she wanted to have new
blinds put up in all of the windows so she had made an appointment
to have a man come over that Saturday morning to measure all of the
windows. Thinking quickly I said that I was playing golf on Saturday
and asked if she could handle the appointment herself. She said that
it shouldn't be a problem. Jean had not been alone in the house with
another man since her experience with Ray. I wanted to watch what
would happen.

On Saturday morning I left the house a 8:00am, drove around the
corner and parked the car at the playground. I  walked through the
woods and back to the house and sneaked into the basement where I
had already set my ladder up so that I could see through all of the
first floor registers. I watched Jean strip off her nightgown and
sit on the toilet to pee. Then I watched as she showered. After she
dried herself she went into the bedroom and put on a pair of her
sexy white silk panties and matching bra. She looked at herself in
the mirror and patted herself on the pussy as if to say I approve.
Over the panties and bra Jean put on a short sun dress. From Jean's
behavior I assumed that she wanted to measure more than just
windows. As I watched Jean walk around the house my view of her was
her thighs and panties. My cock was so hard I had to remove it from
my pants because it was beginning to hurt.

It was about 9:30 when the door bell rang. Jean walked right over
the register I was under giving me a great view of her legs and the
silk crotch of her panties. I remember thinking the show is about to
begin. I heard Jean greet the man as she opened the door. When he
came into the living room where I could finally see him I felt real
disappointment. The man now talking to my wife was at 55 years old,
bald and about 25 pounds overweight. I couldn't see any disappointment
on Jean's face. I wondered if this was the guy she expected. I heard
the guy say that his name was Harold and that he was there to
measure the windows for the custom blinds we ordered. Jean took him
around and showed him the windows on the first floor that had to be
measured and told him when he finished those to let her know and she
would show him the windows upstairs that had to be done. Harold said
Okay, I'll start in the living room.

I watched as Jean went back to the bedroom. I was beginning to think
that I had assumed too much. It now looked as though all Jean wanted
was to have the windows measured. But then she did something that
made me think I was right in the first place. Jean removed her silk
panties and put on a plain pair of cotton panties then she removed
the bra and replaced it with one of her everyday bras. I knew then
that she must have been just as disappointed as me in Harold. Now I
was going to have to sit in the basement for a few hours until it
was time for me to come home from golfing. The only entertainment I
would have was watching Jean as she wandered around the house.

It took Harold about an hour to get all the measurements from the
windows downstairs. I heard him tell Jean he was ready to do the
upstairs windows. Jean then lead him upstairs. For the next hour it
was really boring. I didn't even have Jean to spy on and I couldn't
leave the basement because I didnt know where in the house they
were. Jean might see me sneaking across the yard. I couldn't leave
unless I knew exactly where Jean was. When they finally finished
upstairs they came down and Harold went straight to the front door.
I heard him say as he was leaving the blinds should be ready in
about two weeks. I will call you to set up an appointment to
install them. Then Jean said  Okay, and dont forget my 20% discount.
The last thing I heard Harold say was I won't.

Now I had to wait for Jean to get busy somewhere in the back of the
house so I could sneak out of the basement and get back to my car. I
watched as Jean headed into the bathroom. She started to fill the
tub and when she stepped back from the tub she was standing directly
over the old register I was looking through. Her legs were
straddling the register giving me a beautiful view of her pussy. As
I strained to get closer to the register to get a better look it
suddenly struck me that I didn't remember seeing Jean remove her
panties but she wasn't wearing them now. As I was wondering what
happened to Jean's panties I felt something wet hit me on the cheek.
Before I could even react to what I had just felt I saw a large glob
of something slowly leaking from Jean's pussy. It kept getting bigger
until it was about the size of a large grape then it fell. I
couldn't move quick enough and it hit me on my upper lip and
splattered across my nose, my lips and my mouth. As my mouth was
partially opened some of it went into my mouth. I recognized the
taste immediately. It was cum. Jean must have fucked Harold while
they were upstairs. The fact that she fucked him didn't bother me as
much as the fact that I didn't get to see them.

I started to stroke my cock as I continued watching Jean as she
prepared for her bath. As she removed her sun dress it was very
obvious that she had just had sex. She still had her bra on but it
had been unhooked and pushed up to expose her breasts which were
covered with red spots where they had been squeezed, pinched, and
sucked on. At first look Jean's pussy didn't show any signs of sex.
Her pubic hair looked clean soft and curly as always but when she
turned away from me and bent over to put the bath mat on the  floor
I could see that Harold's cum was still leaking out of her slit. Her
rectum was slick with the cum that had leaked down her crack, and
there was cum coating the inside of both her thighs. The view was
making me so horny that I never even bothered to wipe off the cum
that had dripped on my mouth. Now I found myself absentmindedly
licking the cum off my lips.

While Jean waited for the tub to fill she turned to look at herself
in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She put
her hands under her breasts and gently massaged them. I could
actually see her nipples harden.  Next she ran both of her hands
slowly down over her stomach and down to her pubic mound. At this
point she spread her legs apart and then slid both hands down to her
pussy. With her right hand she put two fingers inside her pussy and
wiggled them around. Then she pulled them out and looked at the cum
on her fingers. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked
some of the cum off. Then she put her fingers inside her pussy again
this time she rubbed the cum from her fingers all over her face. Her
repeated this only this time she rubbed the cum on her breasts. Then
as I watched her from below as she began masturbating with her right
hand and with the index finger of her left hand she gathered up as
much of the cum that coated the crack of her ass and pushed her
finger inside her anus. She pumped the finger in and out of her anus
in time with the fingers in her pussy and kept this up until she had
a tremendous orgasm. Luckily she finished just before the tub began
to overflow and so did I.

When Jean finally got into the tub, I cleaned myself up and sneaked
out of the house. When I came back home she was still soaking in the
tub. I wanted to climb into the tub with her but the door was
locked.

When Jean finished her bath she joined me in the kitchen and while
we were having a beer  I asked her, How did you make out with the
guy that came about the custom blinds.

Jean said, Fine, he said they should be ready in about two weeks and
I managed to talk him into giving us a 20% discount.

I said You're pretty good at getting discounts. You got a good
discount on the locks Ray put in for us too. Youll have to tell me
how you do it sometime.

A strange expression came over Jean's face like a little kid with a
secret that they want to tell and she said Some day I would love to
tell you all about it.

For the next two weeks I wondered if Jean would fuck Harold again
when he came back to install the blinds or did she only do it to get
the discount.

Harold finally called on Wednesday of the second week and said that
the blinds were ready. He said that they had a big hotel job going
so the only open time they had to install the blinds would be on
Saturday. I asked him how long the installation would take and how
many people would be coming to do the install. Harold said that it
would probably take three to four hours to put all of the blinds up
and he would be by himself. He said he could start about 10:00AM.

I didn't know whether I should leave my wife alone with him again.
The idea that I might get a chance to see my wife have sex with
another man was exciting me but the image of her fucking an old fat
bald guy didn't do much for me. In the end I decided to leave
whatever happened up to Jean. I let Jean think that I was planning
to be home Saturday for the installation. When I came home from work
Friday night I told her A friend of mine needs a fourth for his golf
foursome in the morning and asked if I could make it. I told him I
would let him know tonight. Would it bother you if I'm not home while
the blinds are being installed.? If you don't feel comfortable being
alone with Harold, I'll gladly stay home with you.

Jean said, Go ahead and play golf. I already know Harold from when
he did the measurements. He's harmless.

I thanked her and went to make a fake phone call to my friend.

In the morning I did my usual routine. I left the house at 8:00AM,
parked at the playground and walked back to the house and sneaked
into the basement. I sat on my ladder and watched as Jean cleaned up
the breakfast dishes. Then she made the bed and headed to the
bathroom for her shower.  What was she going to wear? I felt that
this was the key to what was going to happen today. As I watched her
get dressed I could feel my heart sink. She put on her old cotton
panties. They were so old that that Jean had worn holes through
them. She also wore one of her old work bras. Over that she put on a
pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. It was obvious that Jean was not
planning on having sex with anyone today. The clothes she was
wearing didn't even give me anything to look at from my perch in the
basement.

Just before 10:00AM the door bell rang. I didn't even look up as Jean
went to the door. I listened to Jean as she opened the door. I heard
her say Good morning Harold, oops, Im sorry, you're not Harold.

Then I heard a strange voice say, No, I'm not Harold, I'm his son
John. My dad got tied up on a job we are doing at a hotel and he
asked my to install your blinds today.

Jean said, Okay great, come on in.  They were still standing in the
foyer. I could see a little of Jean but I couldn't see John at all.
Do you want me to show you which windows are to be done?

John said, No, that wont be necessary. My dad gave me a floor plan
of your house so I should be all set. If you don't mind I would like
to start upstairs and work my way down. This shouldn't take too long.
I'll just go out to my truck and get what I need and get started.

Jean said, Okay. I was just getting ready to change my clothes when
you got here. So if you don't mind you can let yourself back in. Then
if you need anything just call out. My name's Jean.

Okay Jean.

John went back out to his truck and Jean went into the bedroom
closet. She had really peaked my curiosity when she said that she
had just been getting ready to change her clothes. I wondered if
this mean what I thought it meant. Did Jean suddenly get horny?

I heard John come back into the house but I couldn't see him as he
went straight upstairs. So, I turned my attention to Jean who was
now coming into the bedroom from the closet. She quickly stripped
naked and put on the silk lace panties and matching bra that she had
originally planned to wear two weeks ago when Harold showed up. Next
she put on a short black skirt and topped it off with her blue silk
blouse that makes it easy to see her tits. She didn't bother with
stockings but she put on a pair of black high heeled pumps.

Nothing happened for about an hour after that. Jean stayed on the
first floor while John worked upstairs.  Jean had a lot of nervous
energy and she kept pacing around the house which was fine with me
as it gave me many great views up her skirt. At one point she went
into the bathroom, lifted her skirt up and slipped a couple of
fingers inside her panties and into her pussy. For a minute I
thought she was going to masturbate but she immediately removed her
fingers held them up to her face and smelled them. She then let her
skirt down and washed her hands. Then she seemed to have a second
thought. She reached into the shower stall and picked up the
conditioner she uses on her hair. She squeezed a tiny drop onto her
fingers, then lifted her skirt again. She slipped the fingers with
the conditioner inside her panties and rubbed them around in her
pubic hair. The conditioner has a slight scent of apples and I have
told Jean many times that I love the way it makes her pubic hair
smell when she uses it down there. Now I realized that this trip to
the bathroom was because she was worried that her pussy might not
smell good. She needn't have worried, she always smells good.

Finally I heard John coming down stairs. Jean took one last look in
the mirror and went out into the living room. When John came into
the room I understood why Jean was concerned about everything from
the clothes she was wearing to the way her pussy smelled. John
looked like he was about 24 or 25 years. He was 6'3" about 175 pounds
with blue eyes and dark almost black hair. He had an athletic build
and a handsome face.  He didn't look like his father at all.

John was the first to speak, I finished everything upstairs. It went
very well. I think you will be very happy with the results.

Jean said. I'm sure we will be. Where do you want to work next.

John gave Jean a long look and said I think I'd like to start in the
kitchen and work my way around and finish in the master bedroom.

As John moved his tools and materials into the kitchen Jean followed
him. She offered him a cold drink which he accepted but he continued
working and sipped the drink when he came down off his ladder to get
tools or parts. Jean stood across the room from John  where she
managed to keep up a continuos and intelligent conversation. John
seemed to be enjoying Jeans company. As John was about to mount the
last of the brackets in the kitchen he dropped a screw to the floor.
Jean quickly said Ill get that for you. When she handed him the
screw I saw John do a double take as he found himself looking down
inside of Jeans blouse. After that John kept asking Jean to hold
things or hand things to him so he could peak down her blouse. John
kept this up while he finished the kitchen, the den, the living room
and on into the bedroom. When John got to the last window in the
bedroom he asked Jean if she would stand on the ladder and hold a
bracket in place while he searched through his tool box for a part
he needed. While Jean was on the latter concentrating on not moving
the bracket, John was on the floor under the ladder looking up Jeans
skirt at her lovely legs and her silk covered pussy, which was
exactly what I was doing.

John was staring at Jeans crotch so intently that he never noticed
that Jean was now looking at him. Jean cleared her throat and said,
What are you looking at?

John looked embarrassed but he didn't say a word. Jean began to laugh
and said You were looking up my dress weren't you?
 
John finally broke his silence. He said I just couldn't help myself.
You've got such beautiful legs I just had to look. Im sorry. If you'd
be willing to forget about it I'll give you a 10% discount off the
price of the job.

Will that be on top of any discounts I already have?

Of course.

Well okay, but only if you answer a question for me. Was it my legs
or my panties you were looking at?

John said Well actually it was both.

John was still on the floor and Jean was still standing on the
ladder. I could see that John was having a difficult time trying not
to look up Jean's skirt. Then Jean surprised us both by saying, If
you want to look go ahead, I don't really mind. Then she lifted her
skirt and said, Is this what you want to see?

John looked surprised as he stammered, Yy yes, and you are
beautiful.

Then Jean said, Now its your turn. Take your pants off so I can see
you in your underwear.

John didn't miss a beat. He jumped to his feet, kicked his shoes off
and dropped his pants and pulled them off. Then he took his shirt
off and said Your turn. Jean removed her silk blouse and dropped it
on the bed. John's jockey shorts were having trouble controlling his
erection. Jean looked at the lump in the front of John's shorts and
said, Before we go any farther the discount you were going to give
me is 20% right?

John said Okay.

Then Jean came down off the ladder and walked over to John and
pulled his shorts down.  She wrapped her hands around his cock and
began gently caressing it. As it grew to full length, which was
about 8 inches, Jean knelt down and began licking the tip of his
cock. She continued this for a couple of minutes then she sucked as
much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She worked him with
her tongue and mouth until his balls tightened up and he started to
spew his cum into her mouth. It seemed like he was coming for
minutes. When it finally stopped Jean let his now limp cock slip
from her mouth. I could see that she had cum on her lips and chin.
She just wiped her mouth with her hand and licked the cum off her
fingers. Jean got up took off her bra and panties and walked out to
the living room. As she left the bedroom she called over her
shoulder, If you want to fuck me you will have to do it out here,
only my husband and I fuck in our bedroom.

John followed her into the living room. 

Jean led John over to the sofa and sat him down then she stood in
front of him. She put her hands on John's neck and pulled his face
into her pubic mound. John took the hint and began kissing and and
rubbing his face in her pubic hair. Jean asked, How do I smell? John
said You smell terrific. A little like apples.  Jean sat on the end
of the sofa and turned to face John spreading her legs as she did.
Jean said, Come and taste my sweet pussy.

John bent over and buried his face in Jean's pussy. I could hear the
noise he was making as he licked and sucked on my wife's pussy from
across the room. After five minutes of his tongue on Jean's clit she
had her first orgasm. She moaned and pull John's head harder against
her dripping pussy.  After her orgasm passed Jean sat up and reached
for John's cock which was already nearly recovered. Jean bent down
and slipped her mouth over John's cock and started giving another
blow job. This one look so good I could almost feel it myself. When
she had him fully erect she lay back on the sofa and told John Fuck
me with that beautiful cock of yours.

John climbed on top of Jean and slowly slipped the head of his cock
into Jean's open and wet pussy lips. John just gently but steadily
push until his cock was buried to his balls in my wife's honey pot.
John began stroking in and out, long slow strokes. Gradually picking
up speed until I could hear him grunt on each in stroke. After about
ten minutes of this Jean asked John to enter her from behind. Jean
got up on all fours on the sofa and John got behind her and slipped
his cock in and up to the hilt in one quick motion. Then John
started stroking in and out very quickly. In about five minutes I
could tell that Jean was starting another orgasm. As it began she
yelled out Im starting to cum, I'm cumin, yea, fuck me faster, fuck me
harder. Cum in me. Push that big cock of yours up inside my hot cunt
and give me your cum. After that she just moaned. Then John yelled,
Here I cum, and he began slamming into Jean real hard and then he
pushed his cock in as far as he could and just froze there. After a
couple of minutes John stated stroking again, very slowly until his
limp and dripping cock slipped out of Jeans pussy. When John stood
up Jean said, My husband will be home soon so you have to leave as
soon as possible.

John quickly got dressed, got his tools together and headed for the
door. Jean was still on the sofa laying on her back now with her
legs in the air so that she wouldn't drip cum on the furniture. John
called from the door, we will send the bill.

Jean called back Don't forget the 20% discount.

I won't. Could we get together again sometime?

No. This was a one time thing. I enjoyed it, but it won't happen again.

Then John left. As soon as John's truck left Jean got up off the
sofa, holding one hand over her pussy and headed for the bathroom.
As Jean started filling the tub for her bath I watched John's cum
leaking out of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh. When she
got into the tub I took the opportunity to slip out of the basement
and back to me car. I allowed enough time for Jean to finish her
shower and clean any messes around the house then I went home. Jean
was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea when I came in. I asked her
if the installation of the blinds went okay. Jean said, Everything
went in fine. I helped the installer out of a sticky situation so he
gave me an additional 20% off the cost of the blinds.

I said How do you manage to get these discounts?

Jean said Sometime I'll tell you about it.

I want to know now. I think I already know, but I want you to tell
me in your own words.

Jean said Okay, I will tell you tonight after dinner. Can it wait
till then?


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