Conservative Wives and Girlfriends

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.

This is a fantasy erotica story and not meant to be realistic or taken too seriously.

I have re used the characters and a good chunk of my 'Conservative Wives' story by means of an introduction. I liked the setup so reused it, I've flagged the point of variation then taken it in a new direction, it should work as a stand alone story.

Best Wishes, Satin

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Claire and Angie had been friends since forever, or at least it felt like that. They had both been struggling to 'fit in' at a new secondary school when they found each other and quickly became firm friends at the age of 11.

Claire's nick name at school was 'Skinny-Minnie'; glasses did not make school life any easier. Now at 45 her figure had filled out since the birth of her two children. By no means a raving beauty, she could look pretty on a good day and make up helped. Her once mousey hair was now a dark glossy sheen, and her glasses fashionable. Her body however was outstanding, she was oblivious to this fact; her breasts filled out to a C cup, whilst she retained a perfect peach of a bum and the long thighs of her 20's. She never dressed to maximise her body and predominantly wore jeans or trousers. The odd times she wore skirts or dresses, her friends would remark on her fantastic figure and 'killer legs', but those compliments made her uncomfortable. She was a kind and caring person; her small close-knit group of friends and family loved her to bits.

Her best friend Angie had a friendly some would say 'smiley face', because she was usually laughing and joking. Her green eyes were framed by auburn hair, worn in ponytail with a fringe and wisps hanging at the sides. In the pretty category, she had always carried a pound or two more than she was comfortable with, a lot of that was carried on her breasts. She did her best to cover up with loose hanging tops, not always easy during her favourite hobby of dancing. Although marginally better looking than Claire, it was her personality that was her real attraction. She loved meeting people and talking to them, genuinely interested in what they had to say, she had a wide network of friends. She also had two children close in age to Claire's, they had grown up together; all four were now away at university.

They were both married to nice guys, Claire's Husband Phil had introduced Angie to his friend Steve. They two friends worked together on big construction projects all over the country and sometimes internationally; their speciality was hospitals and medical site infrastructure. They were decent looking men, hardworking and good partners. The could be away for weeks at a time and they often had to use leave to make travel back home worthwhile. When they did get back, they were usually exhausted and it took a while to pull themselves around.

Each couple would describe their sex life as good and guess that they had sex twice a week. In reality it was more a flurry to catch up when the husbands were at home.

Neither woman would describe herself as desirable; they had numerous hang ups about their bodies and looks, not helped as their husbands rarely complimented them. It wasn't that they didn't find them attractive, more a reflection of familiarity. At best Claire would admit her bum and legs were ok, whilst Angie accepted she had 'great boobs' and looked 'passable'. They looked like conservative married wives in their mid-40s, because that's exactly what they were. They were never approached by any slick lotharios or handsome studs, much to their relief.

A break from family life was a girl's night out every couple of weeks, and an annual weekend trip away, usually in the Easter holidays to either a cottage in the country or a short city break. This involved two or three nights of chatting, laughing and generally catching up with a lot of food and wine involved.

Now the children were older and at or heading to college, it allowed Claire and Angie more free time, they started going to the gym and going out more regularly when their husbands were working away.

***

The pub they attended for their nights out started doing a quiz. Reluctant to join in at first, they gave it a go to keep the landlord happy. They quickly built up some rivalry with a team of three guys, who they guessed were in their late 20's. A bit of banter built up between the teams, each time it seemed liked the guys were poised for victory, only to be absolutely trounced in the music round. A few weeks later a new and very serious quiz team joined and won by a mile and repeated the feat for the next three weeks.

The following week they were surprised when Jack from their old rivals approached, "Hi, sorry to disturb but we wondered if you would be interested in joining teams. We're a man down, our mate Andrew who usually comes has just started a contract working away; so that just leaves me and Pete. To be honest we're a bit sick of being beaten and every other team seems to have 5 or 6 people in it. What do think... maybe see if we can give them a run for their money?"

"Ha, you just need help with the music round."

Jack laughed, "That's absolutely true, that and about a hundred other topics."

Neither Claire or Angie were competitive but it made sense and they seemed like really good guys, so they accepted the offer. The combination of the guys on sciences, geography and sport and the girls on history, literature, popular culture and music was perfect. Their wider age range helped as well, they won the quiz by a single point, much to everyone's delight.

They told their husbands about the quiz and combining teams, after all they had nothing to hide. The guys were much younger than they were, so they weren't rivals or potential suitors and both wives wanted to be honest with their partners. After a few questions Phil and Steve accepted what seemed like an innocent and practical arrangement.

There was a next time, and it became a regular thing, the guys were really nice, great company and never tried anything on. They were non-threatening; Claire and Angie didn't feel any sexual element to their relationship whatsoever, if anything they felt like favoured aunts. They chatted easily, staying long after the quiz, so they spent most of the night together.

It was a few weeks later when their first conversation relating to the opposite sex occurred, it was started innocently by Angie.

"So why aren't you guys out looking for Mrs Right?"

"We like your company."

"Very smooth, but we're far too old for you and very much married!"

Jack hesitated before continuing, "You're not too old for us, we like you a lot, we've talked about it."

Claire thought it was a joke, "Oh yeah, what exactly have you talked about?"

Jack looked her straight in the eye, "Just how much we REALLY like you, (with the emphasis on the really). You are very attractive ladies, but it's more than that, you are fun, so easy to talk to and seem interested in what we have to say."

Pete continued. "To be honest we are pretty shy but never feel like that in your company, you make conversation so easy. We're pretty sick of girls our age; they seem to think guys are trying to trick or manipulate them. We get a bit tired of being lectured on equality... strong independent women and self-realisation."

Angie prickled at that, "There is nothing wrong with any of those things!"

"We couldn't agree more, so to get it pushed in your face constantly can be tiring. Look neither of you have mentioned anything like that, but it's obvious that you are confident independent women. You don't need to say it all the time, because it's just who you are."

Jack piped up looking at Claire, "It's that confidence I find attractive, you seem so comfortable with who you are, no need to impress, I hope to find a partner like you in the future."

You could have knocked Claire down with a feather. She flushed and looked at Angie instinctively knowing she was appreciating the compliments as well.

Recovering her composure slightly, "That's all very well, but we're just normal conservative wives, nothing special and we certainly don't look or dress like women your age."

"No you're way hotter. Look at each of you tonight, you aren't even trying to look sexy but you are, it just comes naturally. You even try to cover your assets, and that makes us more curious about what delights might be hidden beneath."

"Oh is that right, and just what do you imagine?" purred Angie definitely now in flirting mode.

Pete jumped in a little too eagerly, "Nice lingerie and maybe stockings covering really voluptuous bodies."

Claire replied laughing, "Sorry to disappoint... we don't wear stockings."

"Speak for yourself!" they all looked at Angie surprised!

"What... it's just practical, I get too hot in tights."

Pete's mouth dropped open, "Wow that's so hot."

Angie laughed and punched him softly in the arm, "Calm down, I never quite got the attraction, doesn't it just look like we've been dipped in black ink."

Claire thought about her own rather plain big knickers and unmatched bra, thinking the guys would be very disappointed to hear about those. Never mind, at least she was comfortable.

Jack reflected, "For me it's your awesome figures and well ermm nice ermm breasts."

"Well... she certainly does!" laughed Claire at her friend's expense.

Angie decided to roll with in, stuck her tongue out at her friend and then thrust her boobs forward, "What these little things!"

It was meant as a joke, but she could see both guys' eyes on stalks and quickly covered up while blushing profusely.

They chatted more each week, Claire saw it as pretty innocent flirting and the attention was so unusual for them. Also, the guys felt really safe, it was definitely the more mature women who were in control of the situation. That was true until Jack shocked Claire by kissing her goodnight. It was just a quick peck on the cheek... but still! Angie saw the move, followed by an awkward pause and decided to do the same with Pete, trying to make light of it.

***

The following week Claire found herself staring into a full-length mirror reassessing her body. She always thought she had a decent bum but everything else was viewed through the eyes of the skinny girl who got picked on at school. For the first time she could see things through the guy's eyes, her stomach was firm and her thighs long, it was why she always looked a nice shape in a skirt or dress. Looking again at her breasts she realised they were much fuller now; she wasn't the flat chested teen of her youth. She decided to try on a knee length pencil skirt for the pub; then feeling excited she tried on a pair of nude stockings with a suspender belt; it was no good, the clasps were clearly visible through the material. She switched to a girdle with lower clasps and found an old slip, this time certain the clasps couldn't be seen after checking from all angles. Now happy, she found the matching bustier and some mid height heels. She chose an ivory silk blouse that went well with the black skirt, all helped by the girdle firming up her profile.

She met Angie at the pub and went to the bar to get the first round of drinks. She felt both nervous and sexy, worried that the whole bar would realise what she had on under the skirt. She blushed thinking about it and blushed again feeling a very faint draft at the top of her thighs.

Just then the guys came in, Jack joined her at the bar, "Wow, I see you got your legs out tonight, you look wonderful!"

If Claire blushed before she was crimson now. That and her lack of an immediate response got Jack wondering, he decided to push his luck with the flirting.

"Please tell me they are stockings, make my dreams come true!"

That broke through her stupor, "Ha, wouldn't you like to know... pervert."

She strode away from the bar with Jack's eyes following her. As she sat and her skirt stretched tightly across her thighs, Jack caught the unmistakable outline of a suspender clasp, making his cock twitch.

Claire noticed her friend had also dressed differently, the usual layers covering her breasts and cleavage were gone in favour of a tighter fitting blouse. Pete had noticed immediately and spent most of the night trying hard not to stare.

In the end Angie pulled him on it. "I can see you are trying so hard not to stare at my cleavage, thank you for that. It's why I started covering up in the first place, men getting all leery."

"I am sorry you noticed at all; I was trying really hard not to look."

"I appreciate that, listen why don't you have a decent look now and get it out of your system."

"Really, I'd love that."

Pete looked down as Angie leant forward slightly; it exposed a reasonable about of cleavage and a hint of a lace bra. He was mesmerised, whispering, "Your breasts are wonderful, they are driving me crazy."

Angie leant back feeling surprisingly liberated and in charge, "Thank you, now eyes up and keep them there."

They had a great night; Claire was surprised at how good she felt in her new outfit and loved the attention. There was a definite shift in the atmosphere; Claire no longer felt like a favoured aunt, she actually felt like a desirable woman. They lost the quiz but only just and it didn't matter.

***

This is where the story deviates from the original.

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A conversation in the ladies confirmed both friends were in the same position. Neither of them had ever experienced these feelings before. They were both teased about their looks at school and that had left unseen scars, they had also both married their first serious boyfriends.

Claire frowned, "Maybe we should cool it with the guys, they might get the wrong idea."

Angie laughed, "Oh I don't know, I think they might have just the right idea. We wouldn't be so lonely if our husbands weren't working away so much. Can you imagine if we could have Pete and Jack as boyfriends as well as our husbands, that would be a dream come true!"

"You are sooo bad!"

"Who says we can't, our husbands know we go out with them, we could ask their permission to do more."

"Oh I can just see that working... not!!! Why on earth would they agree?"

"Yeah I suppose... unless it would turn them on, I don't know about you but I have been all over Steve when he comes back and I don't want to keep any secrets from him."

"Yeah Phil has been getting a lot more attention as well, being with the guys does get me worked up and it's a huge confidence boost."

"We could mention when they're back and we all go out to dinner together. Maybe we could tentatively broach the topic and see how they react."

"We'd need to be really careful and work out what to say in advance."

"True, anyway it's all the rage these days... liberated mature women taking on younger men... we could become cougars!"

"What's a cougar?"

"A mature woman who beds younger men."

"Jesus really! Maybe don't lead with that when we talk our husbands."

Angie laughed, "Fair point, but I do want to be honest and admit the flirting is ramping up. It's great to have some company when the guys are working away. Anyway we have no idea what they get up to."

"Come on Phil and Steve are as honest as the day is long, they aren't the types to mess around."

"Yeah well neither are we, but now we're considering it. Look I know they work hard for our families, but it isn't going to change any time soon; they love what they do and aren't going to be around much."

They saw the guys staring at them as they walked back into the bar. It left Claire feeling excited; she sat closer to Jack this time. As the conversation at the table began, Claire reached across and placed Jacks hand on her thigh over the clasp and whispered, "Does that answer your question?"

Jack's mouth fell open and gulped as Claire stifled a laugh at his reaction and removed his hand.

That night, the goodnight kisses were brief but on the lips as their taxi arrived.

Claire knew what she was doing was wrong, but the compulsion to do it seemed to over-ride her common sense.

***

The meal out together with their husbands was similar to the hundreds that preceded it, they all had a relaxed evening. It was Claire who with a hint of a nod from Angie brought up the sensitive topic they had discussed and rehearsed.

"Oh, I almost forgot we wanted to talk to you about quiz night."

Phil replied, "Yeah what about it?"

"Well we've gotten to know the boys a little better, to our great surprise they seem to like us and to be honest there is a bit of flirting going on."

Phil replied instantly, "What kind of flirting?"

"Just banter and jokes in the main, nothing over the top. We wanted to make sure there are no secrets and be honest with you both."

Steve interrupted, "Ok, so what are you trying to say?"

Angie spoke up, "Well just that we'd like to keep seeing them when you're working away."

"So just as friends or are you suggesting you want to take it further?"

Claire took a gulp of wine looking for courage, "I think we'd both like to take it a little bit further and see what happens."

"So like an open relationship?"

"God no, nothing that extreme, just going out with them, a bit like having a boyfriend when you were in school. We both missed out on that when we were younger."

Steve grumbled, "Look I don't mind the flirting to an extent and I appreciate we work away a lot but you need to be careful."

"Yeah of course, that's why we are having this conversation and it's just a bit of innocent fun and company for us when you guys are away."

They talked around the topic, before the wives changed subject making light of their request.

Both women were delighted at their husbands calm reactions, the conversation had gone much better than they had ever anticipated. They didn't need to backtrack like they had planned if there had been an angry reaction.

***

Claire considered her own motivation for taking things further. Maybe she'd manipulated Phil into this situation, using guilt at being left alone to justify nights out with another man. She knew that she was craving excitement and the adventures that she'd missed out on. The thought of her 'a married mother of two' having a much younger and handsome boyfriend was totally thrilling. She'd have to put out a little but wouldn't let things go too far.

Now sitting with Angie in the pub, her focus switched to Jack as he approached with Pete, noting just how young and handsome he was. She stood and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, immediately wiping her lipstick mark off with her thumb, very aware of the personal contact.

They had another fabulous night, managing to win the quiz while flirting constantly; there were more looks and touches this time.

Angie teased, "So you two still haven't found girlfriends."

"Alas no, to be honest we haven't been trying that hard, we like your company so much."

"Oh you're so smooth, OK then... what if we called your bluff and said we were available for that role?"

Pete was stunned, "What do you mean... you're both married."

"We certainly are, but we have our husbands' permission to explore things... just a little mind. We aren't talking about affairs or anything like that, but we could act more as your girlfriends when our husbands are working away. Of course you'd have to ask us out properly first."

Jack reacted immediately, "Claire, would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"