11 comments/ 56900 views/ 11 favorites Downhill Racer By: mannydcamp This story is the result of a joint effort by two authors, 'mannydcamp' and 'traceekies' (trace_ekies on literotica.com). Although both authors have a number of other stories published on this site, Downhill Racer was submitted to literotica.com by mannydcamp and to eroticstories.com by traceekies. If you like Downhill Racer you will probably like 'Sunrise at Sea', written by the same authors and featuring the same characters. For those readers who have the patience to weather a long teasing buildup, you should not be disappointed by Downhill Racer. On the other hand, if you expect graphically portrayed sexual intercourse in the first few pages you might want to read something else. This story is about a husband who relishes the thought of watching his wife in the throes of passion with another man, a wife who delights in satisfying her husband's wishes and a male friend who believes that interest in a friend's wife does not diminish his friendship for either of them. If you find the views of these people to be unsettling, you are not likely to enjoy this story. * "Our flying time today to Newark will be four hours and twenty-two minutes..." The 738 was still on its climb-out from McCarren International Airport in Las Vegas. Trace listened as the plane's first officer gave the obligatory announcements. It had been a year since he had seen Jackie at a conference in Orlando. In four and a half hours he would see her again, and her husband, Manny, who he had only met at their wedding. Trace remembered hiring Jackie. A few days before, my secretary had handed me a resume to look at. I had taken a quick glance at it and guessed from the lack of job experience that Jacqueline Smith had probably just graduated from college. I needed another person in the department but I wasn't all that anxious to train someone. I was hoping to find someone with a little experience. I tucked the resume in my briefcase and quickly forgot it. I had been to visit a company in Princeton, a couple hours from the office. Returning in the late afternoon, I had decided to head home instead of returning to work. I consulted a map to determine the shortest route. One of the towns I had to go through rang some bells. Then I remembered the resume in my briefcase and that the applicant lived in that town. I was already stopped for gas, so I took a look at the resume. Jacqueline Smith seemed to have the right credentials, even if she lacked experience. I noticed her list of awards in gymnastics. Of course there was no picture and no physical description with her resume, but I still imagined that with her achievements in gymnastics, she was probably shaped alright, not that that had anything to do with the job, but it certainly had a lot to do with dinner. My wife had other plans for that night and I was going to have to fend for myself. I wondered if Jacqueline Smith would agree to being interviewed over dinner. On my cellphone I dialed the number she had put on her resume. She answered promptly. Yes, she was still looking for a position. She seemed excited that I had called. Her voice was pleasant enough, a little on the husky side, almost sexy. I told her that I was coming through her town and asked if I could interview her over dinner. I quickly told her that she could bring her husband as well. She told me that she was single, but being a weeknight she had no plans. Plus, being interviewed in her home town would save her a forty-five minute trip to our office. We agreed to meet at a restaurant she recommended. I got there about five-thirty. The maître de told me that he had already seated Ms. Smith and took me to the table. As we introduced ourselves, I noticed a cigarette smoldering in the ash tray. She said, "I hope you don't mind. I smoke and from force of habit I requested a table in the smoking section." She looked at me fearfully, like she believed that she had already blown the interview. She had stood up as I approached the table. She did indeed have a gymnast's figure. She was probably only five-four and couldn't have weighed much over a hundred pounds. Her body was tight, very little fat, likely all muscle. She wasn't going to win any beauty contests but she was cute. Her face was small, narrow and lean actually, and her light brown hair was cut short. She was wearing a snug fitting dress that came down to her knees and buttoned all the way up to her neck. Except for the dress being black, she looked like a pixie. I put my pack of cigarettes on the table and thanked her for choosing the smoking section. She sat down with a considerable amount of relief. No, the smoking was not a deal killer and she knew from my attentiveness that she had made a good first impression. I told her about our business, investing in relatively small companies with a lot of potential. I made it clear that she would be expected to evaluate them both from a financial standpoint and a personal one. We discussed her schooling. I was right that she had no previous experience. I was going to have to teach her but I was beginning to think that I might enjoy that. She seemed eager to learn and convinced me that this was the job she wanted. Dinner remained very professional, although I couldn't help but think of her in other ways. We talked a long time, much longer than if it had been the normal interview in the office. The restaurant began to fill up as other diners came in at the more usual times. Eventually I realized that our dinner had gone much longer than it should have. I assured her that she would be getting an offer letter from us and hoped that she would accept it. By the time we parted company at the restaurant door, it was close to eight. From the way she shook my hand I could tell that I would be seeing her again at the office. Trace's daydreaming was interrupted by a flight attendant wanting his drink order. It was still morning for Trace and he asked for orange juice and coffee. As the flight attendant set the drinks down in front of Trace, he looked up at her. Her hair was brown and she wore it in a pixie cut. Even though the rest of her was not like Jackie at all, the hair alone was enough to trigger Trace's remembrances of Jackie at the office. Trace was Jackie's mentor in more ways then one. He was 10 years her senior and had hired her as a smart good-looking kid out of college. Trace headed up a department for a major investment firm and Jackie was one of a team of young people that worked for him. Jackie was always his favorite, even back then. She was smart, hardworking and although Trace was a happily married man he would enjoy thinking about Jackie's young body. Although she dressed appropriately for the office, it was hard to hide that strong petite body that college gymnastics had helped to form. He had even had the joy of seeing her on a few occasions at company picnics and barbecues in the more sporty attire that a woman her age would wear. Trace had liked working with Jackie. She had accepted the offer and less than a week after our dinner she came in to work for the first time. I learned right away that she preferred to be called Jackie although her manner of dress on that first day was more like a Jacqueline. She wore a dark blue woman's suit, trousers that covered her conservative high-heeled shoes, and a jacket that covered most of the frilly white blouse underneath. The blouse was buttoned to the top and she even wore one of those bow-ties with the ribbons hanging down. The jacket was long enough to cover her butt. Except for the cute face and hair-do, there wasn't really anything sexy about her. It took a lot of imagination to even consider that she might have an attractive body. But I did have some imagination and I was glad that she was there. Except for those few occasions when we planned to meet a company's principles, dress in the office was pretty casual. Jackie fell into that quickly enough, and except for that first day, and those times we were planning to meet someone, she dressed in ways that were a lot more womanly. Usually it was slacks and a blouse, but there was no jacket. She did have a lovely figure, a curvaceous but tight backside, a trim waist and enough of a bust-line to make me hard from the thoughts of having her breasts in my mouth. Once in a while, especially during the summer months, she would show off her beautifully toned legs with a short skirt. It was at those times that I carefully crafted excuses for us to be working together. Once she was wearing a skirt so short that only a girl of her age could have gotten away with it. If she had been much older, it would have looked too brazen. But on Jackie, it looked cute and sexy at the same time. She had only been there a couple of months and I decided that this was the day I was going to teach her how I analyzed a company's financials. That would mean we would have to work in my office, side by side, at my computer. I wasn't sure that I could handle this but I was going to try. My secretary was on the phone as Jackie and I walked past her. I caught a couple of words my secretary said on the phone. I heard Jackie's name and "favorite". For a change, I hoped that my secretary was having a personal conversation with a friend. Yes, I guess that Jackie was my favorite, but I hoped that it wasn't so obvious as to have become a subject of office gossip. I didn't dare close the door. Jackie's exposed legs were already drawing enough attention. My interest in schooling her in financial analysis, particularly on this day, probably wasn't fooling anyone, especially not Jackie. I pulled an extra chair around behind my desk so that we could both see my computer monitor. Jackie tried to sit in the chair I had drawn up for her as lady-like as possible. She tried to tug her skirt down, but it wasn't going to cover much. She tried crossing her legs, but that only exposed more. Finally, she just sat there with her legs together and smoothed her skirt down. I tried to pretend that I wasn't noticing her terrific legs or her embarrassment, but I probably didn't do very well. I'm sure that Jackie knew what she was doing to me and I think she guessed how much I liked it. For a couple of hours, we worked together on the analysis of a company we wanted to add to our portfolio. Jackie was learning rapidly. She became fascinated by the way in which the company's secrets could be exposed by a proper analysis of their financials. She had forgotten about her own exposure, but I hadn't. As she squirmed excitedly in her chair, the skirt crept upward. It became difficult for me to concentrate on the computer screen. My thoughts were all about Jackie. I was imagining my hands creeping up her thighs, then my tongue and lips taking the same route. While I was dreaming of having her panties down around her ankles and my head buried between her legs, I realized that she was talking to me, about the analysis we were performing. She was an employee and I was married. I had to focus on the work. Trace tried not to give Jackie any reason to think his attention was anything but a boss/employee relationship and that of a professional mentor for the five years she worked for him. He was pleased that she looked up to him. Even though he was somewhat disappointed, and perhaps a bit jealous, he acted as if he was happy for her when she married Manny. Trace and his wife even attended the wedding. The cabin loudspeaker crackled again. It was the captain. "If you look below us you will see the Mississippi river and those of you on the left side of the cabin should be able to see Memphis. We're right on schedule and should have you at the gate at 4:46 PM, as scheduled." Trace's watch was still on Las Vegas time. He moved it forward three hours so the arrival time wouldn't seem so far away. The flight attendants came through the airplane, handing out sandwiches and chips. This was not going to be enough. He hoped that Manny and Jackie were planning on eating before they went to the cabin. Downhill Racer After he returned home, Trace tried to get Jackie and Manny to Vegas for a weekend. He felt that with what he knew about their fantasies some fun could be had under the right circumstances. He held out no false hope of a threesome like in his stories but the idea of Jackie teasing him, flashing him and maybe even some small contact made him masturbate every time he thought about it. But he couldn't get them to come. Then another opportunity presented itself. Trace was offered the use of a cabin in Pennsylvania that was owned by a couple he had known in New Jersey. He sent an email to Jackie, telling her of the offer he had received, and suggesting that she and Manny could join him for a few days up there. Jackie and Trace had been working together on a story and this would give them an opportunity to discuss it in person. This offer got accepted. Jackie and Manny agreed and the date was set. Now Trace was on the way. He dozed off dreaming of what might be in store. Downhill Racer Trace pulled on a pair of sweat pants before joining Jackie in the kitchen area. He drank in the sight of Jackie in her brief attire, a view that had been denied him last night by the dim light. After enjoying the look of her in her tiny panties, the little dark spot from her pubic in the front, and of course her nipples pushing out of her camisole, he walked over to her. He snuggled up behind her and gave the back of her neck a little kiss good morning. He then whispered in her ear, "Thanks for making it impossible to sleep last night. I will have to get even with you for your roaming fingers." He stepped away from her but not before taking a little rub of her panty covered ass. Trace walked over to a stool just as Manny exited the bathroom. As Manny sat down he said to Jackie, "Well, you are certainly looking fine this morning. How is it that you always manage to look so good when someone else is around?" Jackie turned and in mock indignation said, "I always look this good. Its just that you don't usually notice. Trace noticed and I'm going to make sure he keeps right on noticing. And it will serve you right if I pay more attention to him than I do to you." Manny wasn't really upset with Jackie's reaction as he knew she was partly kidding. He enjoyed having Jackie teasing and flirting with other men. Jackie obviously liked Trace so this was even better than usual. Trace joined the conversation with, "Fresh brewed coffee and a cooked breakfast? Living alone, I don't usually get this kind of treatment. I think I'm going to enjoy this." As he said that Jackie turned back with the coffee pot and bent over the table across from Trace to pour him a cup of coffee. "Holy shit," thought Trace, "I can see her nipples." Her camisole top was loose and it fell away from her breasts as she bent over. Last night, Trace had enjoyed the sight of Jackie's breasts as she helped him make the bed. But last night she was careful to only expose the tops of them. This morning, she wasn't being so careful, in fact it looked kind of deliberate. As much as Trace enjoyed the view, he was embarrassed by Manny's presence. He looked over at Manny to gage his reaction. Jackie grinned as she straightened up. She knew what he could see. This was fun for her. She was thrilled by the effect that she was having on both of them. Manny was clearly enjoying it too. He turned to Trace and said, "If breakfast was always like this, I wouldn't skip it so often. I think you're giving my wife the inspiration she needs." Trace, on the other hand, wanted to crawl under the table, but as Jackie turned back toward the counter he managed to stammer his reply to Manny, "Yeah, I guess so." He knew that Jackie was a tease, but this was more than he had expected. What was truly surprising though was that Manny didn't seem at all disturbed by his wife's exposure in front of another man. Jackie had told Trace about this characteristic of Manny's in their many intimate on-line conversations, but it was still quite amazing to see that it was actually true. Jackie used the preparation and serving of breakfast to show off and tease the men every chance she got. Now that Trace could see that Manny was enjoying his wife's show, Trace let his appreciation show too so that Jackie would keep it up. He was not disappointed. She made sure that they got a good view each time she poured coffee or served food, especially Trace, but she always acted as if there was nothing unusual in what she was doing. When they started to clear the table, Jackie insisted on loading the dishwasher, (a luxury the cabin did have). Every time she bent over the dishwasher her scantily covered ass was pointed right at the table. It was obvious to Jackie when Trace got up from the table that he had enjoyed his breakfast. Even though he tried desperately to hide his excitement, the protrusion in his sweat pants was unmistakable. Downhill Racer Trace came out in a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt as Jackie entered the shower. Trace stood silently next to the fireplace for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled the couch open and got the bedding for it from the back of the cabin. As he started to make up the bed Jackie came out of the bathroom, once again wrapped in the wet towel. As Manny headed for the bathroom, looking appreciatively at Jackie, he said to her, "Why don't you help Trace get his bed made up. I'll just be a couple of minutes and then we can have another glass of wine before turning in." Jackie replied, "I was already planning on helping Trace, and I'll have the wine ready for you when you come out of the shower." Manny thought as he closed the bathroom door, "With Jackie still in that towel, Trace is in for a real show. I wish I could be out there to see this." Trace watched Jackie as she came across the room. The towel really was too small. Jackie had knotted it just under her left arm and from there down her left side was a display of delectably bare flesh. Jackie went around to one side of the couch and helped Trace get the sheets situated. When she bent over to tuck in the bottom sheet the towel dropped away from her waist and Trace was looking right down seventh avenue. Jackie seemed not to notice how much she was exposing. However, she gave herself away when she glanced up at Trace and saw where he was looking without doing anything to cover herself. Trace thought, "A few minutes ago I watched her getting fucked by her husband. Now she is acting like she wants to get fucked by me. What's next?" By the time they had finished making the bed, Jackie had teased Trace so much that he was ready to rip the towel off of her and take her right there. He didn't even care that her husband would surely come out of the shower while Trace's cock was buried in her pussy. Fortunately for him, Jackie headed for the kitchen area, saying that she was going to get the wine for them. Trace turned away from her and rubbed his swollen member. Trace turned around as Jackie walked out of the kitchen area. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and three glasses in the other. Trace could see that the knot in the towel was loosening as Jackie walked toward the living-room. Finally it came completely undone and started to drop. Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to catch it with her elbows but the towel fell to the floor leaving her completely naked. Jackie continued to the living room as if nothing had happened. With her hands holding the wine bottle and glasses, she couldn't even use her hands to cover herself. Trace knew he should turn around but he couldn't take his eyes off her. This was much more than anything he had seen in the hot tub or even while they were drying off. It was almost as if she was posing for him. The top of Jackie's breasts were nearly straight lines of flesh coming down to the points which were her nipples, while the undersides gradually curved upward to the nipples. The aureoles were about half-dollar sized and just a little darker than the rest of her. Her husband had given her an orgasm only a few minutes before and now she was totally exposed in front of another man. Her nipples reflected her arousal. They were about as big around as pencil erasers and just as hard but probably a little longer. Trace imagined taking them in his mouth. Her hips had an inviting flare to them, her stomach was perfectly flat except the slight indentation of her belly button. And her neatly trimmed bush just barely concealed what certainly must be a delicious pussy. As she bent over the coffee table to set the wine and glasses down, Trace could see the delectable curvature of Jackie's ass, inviting his hands to cup her cheeks as he pushed his tool into her inner sanctum. Just as Trace was about to grab Jackie and throw her onto his bed, Manny came out of the bathroom. Jackie had just set the wine and glasses on the table and had turned to pick up her towel. Manny saw her naked and said, "Whoa, looks like I missed something." Jackie reached down to pick up her towel as she said, "No. I just dropped my towel while I was carrying the wine from the kitchen. No big deal. No different than when we were drying off a few minutes ago." But she knew differently. She had seen the look of lust on Trace's face. Also, her pussy was sopping wet and not from the shower. Maybe she had gone too far. Jackie managed to cover herself pretty well with the towel and sat down next to Manny on the other couch. Trace sat in the easy chair. While they drank their wine, they talked about their plans for the next day. They didn't really want to go skiing again. Maybe they'd just stay indoors for the day. Manny suggested, "It might be fun to try out my movie idea." Trace and Jackie looked at each other. No, Manny hadn't forgotten about it. In fact he seemed rather determined that it would happen. Trace thought about how much he wanted to put his lips on Jackie's, put his tongue into her mouth and run his hands all over her body. Then he surprised himself and Jackie by saying, "Yes, there are some scenes in our story that might be fun to act out, that is, if Jackie doesn't mind." Trace looked at Jackie, hoping that she would agree. Jackie saw the look in Trace's eyes and decided that maybe she had taken her teasing too far. On the other hand, if Manny wasn't objecting, she might enjoy going a little further with Trace. After all, it would only be a little touching, it wasn't likely to get out of hand with Manny watching, he'd make sure of that. As she thought about it, she knew that what she had been doing wasn't just teasing, she had been flirting. She really did want to swallow Trace's tongue, she wanted to feel his hands on her body and she wanted to feel his erection growing. She might even want more than that. What was confusing her was that none of her feelings for Trace reduced her love for Manny. She really liked Trace but she loved Manny. She continued looking at Trace as she nodded slightly and said, "I'm willing to give it a try." Now that they were all in agreement about the next day they finished their wine and headed to their respective beds, turning off the lights as they went. Tonight, the light from the fireplace was still illuminating the living room. Trace pulled the t-shirt over his head and climbed into bed wearing just the gym shorts, but like the previous night, once under the sheet, he pulled the gym shorts off and tossed them on the floor. He always slept better with nothing on. In the dark of the sleeping area, Jackie rummaged around in her suit case, looking for something to sleep in. The only thing she found was a pair of panties. She slipped them on, dropped the towel and climbed into bed. She was soon asleep. Manny had managed to find his pajamas. He climbed into bed too but instead of going right to sleep he reflected on the conversation in the living room. He was pleased with the answers he had gotten from Jackie and Trace. It was going to be fun for him to watch the two of them acting out some of the scenes from their story. However, he had been watching the two of them flirting and knew it wasn't going to take much acting. Manny loved his wife and he was sure that she loved him. But he also knew that she cared a lot about Trace. With both of her parents gone, no brothers or sisters and no children, next to Manny himself, Trace was probably the most important person in Jackie's life. He drifted off to sleep wondering how it would all work out. Downhill Racer Trace smelled the coffee and came awake with a start. He looked at his watch. It was almost eleven. He saw Manny at the table and assumed that Jackie was awake too. In his haste he abandoned all pretense of modesty. He sat on the edge of the bed in the altogether and pulled his gym shorts over his hips. His chest was still bare and he didn't bother putting on shoes or socks. He stumbled into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Trace knew that it had been after five when he got back to sleep. He looked toward the bed and saw that Jackie was still sleeping. He guessed that she too had had some difficulty getting back to sleep after their thought provoking encounter. He greeted Manny and said he would fix breakfast as soon as he had brushed his teeth. When Trace came out of the bathroom, Jackie was just beginning to stir. Trace wasn't going to fix anything fancy. He threw some frozen sausage into a cold frying pan and figured that by the time it started to cook he would be awake enough to do the rest. He sat down with his coffee and picked up part of the paper. Jackie woke up. She wasn't wearing a watch but she guessed that if Manny and Trace were already in the kitchen area, it must be pretty late. Considering the events of the previous night, like Trace, she wasn't feeling particularly modest. She got out of bed wearing just her panties and walked to the bathroom. She was kind of aloof and didn't say anything to Manny or Trace. Manny knew better than to say anything to her when she was in this kind of mood, but he did notice how she was dressed. Manny thought, "Hopefully the attitude is just temporary, probably because she's still half asleep. At least she doesn't seem too worried about modesty. If she loses that attitude and gets a little playful, making a movie of her and Trace could get pretty hot." The sausage started to sizzle as it thawed and Trace got up to tend to the cooking. As he was cracking the eggs into a bowl Jackie exited the bathroom and came over to the table. She had found a shirt in the bathroom and had at least partially covered herself. Of course her legs were still showing and it was pretty obvious that she hadn't found a bra. Trace thought, "Its amazing how good she can look, even in a rumpled up shirt." As she approached the table, Jackie said somewhat matter-of-factly, "I don't think I want any breakfast. I just want some toast and coffee." She continued, a bit more conversationally, "I have been dying to get in that old claw foot tub ever since we got here. If you guys don't have any objections, I'm going to do it while you're eating." She continued, "I'll take my coffee now. Trace, can you bring my toast when its ready." She didn't wait for an answer. She poured a cup of coffee and left the kitchen area. As Jackie walked toward the tub, she stopped at her suitcase and dug out a razor. At the tub she put the coffee and razor on the window ledge behind the tub and turned on the water. She adjusted the spigots until she felt the water temperature was right. Even though she was about twenty feet away, Trace and Manny had a clear view of her. Jackie stood at the side of the tub with her back to the kitchen area. She unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor. With her hands she pushed her panties down over her hips. Her panties dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. She was naked. Trace was watching her. He had seen her naked yesterday, but today was different. Yesterday she had exposed herself a lot but she had acted like she didn't notice or as if she had no idea what effect she was having on Trace. Today the charade was gone. It wasn't a game anymore. Jackie stepped into the tub. She turned toward the head of the tub which was in the same direction as the kitchen. Both men were looking right at her. She looked briefly at Manny. Then she shifted her eyes and glanced at Trace as she quickly sat down. Jackie knew this was no longer a game. She lowered her eyes to the water and began to soap herself. She shut the water off when it reached her waist. Trace was still fixing the breakfast so he was facing the rear of the cabin. He was able to see her out of the corner of his eye. Jackie took a sip of the coffee, then put one leg up on the edge of the tub. She picked up the razor from the sill and began to shave her leg. When she finished, she put the leg down and was just lifting the other one as the toaster popped. As she put her other leg on the edge of the tub she said sweetly, "Trace, would you bring me my toast. It doesn't need to be buttered." Trace took the two slices of bread out of the toaster and put them on a small plate which he took to Jackie. Considering that Jackie was in the bath with no clothes on it might have been appropriate for Trace to ask Manny to take the toast to her. Manny noticed that Trace hadn't done that. "That's okay," he thought, "the more turned on each of them gets, the better the movie will be." In spite of her wishing that she was a bit more covered, most of Jackie was prominently displayed. At the side of the tub, Trace stood over Jackie and surveyed her body. He imagined the small area between her legs that was covered by water. The front of his gym shorts tented out in front of Jackie's face. She tried to ignore his erection. She looked instead into his eyes, knowing that he was looking at her. She took the plate of toast from him and put it on the window sill along with her coffee. As Trace returned to the kitchen, Jackie resumed her shaving. She couldn't help but think how differently she was feeling about him. Despite her nakedness and leg position she hadn't really felt exposed in front of him. It was weird but it was more like taking a bath in front of a long time lover or a husband. Trace finished preparing the breakfast and fixed a plate each for he and Manny. As the two men were eating their sausage, eggs and toast, Jackie rehashed the events of the previous night. Jackie had really had trouble trying to accept what was happening and understanding how she felt. After leaving Trace and returning to her bed, she had stayed awake until almost six o'clock, thinking about what was going on. After some thought she knew that the only reason she had not cheated on Manny while he was sleeping twenty feet away was that Trace, for some reason, had stopped. She knew that if Trace's hand had gone two more inches up the inside of her thigh there would have been no turning back. In Orlando she was just in heat. She would have stopped. Anyway, nothing really happened. But last night was different. Yes, she loved Manny and she certainly had no intention of leaving him but there was also something special about Trace. She felt as if they had been lovers already even though they had barely touched. Today Manny was going to make a movie of them in the act of seducing one another. This was going to get dangerous. Jackie guessed that if things got hot between her and Trace they would probably make love. Jackie knew that she would not be able to stop herself. Trace wasn't just some hot body. He was an important part of her life. Making love to Trace would have an effect on her marriage. It probably wouldn't change the way Jackie felt about Manny, but she couldn't be sure. And then, what would it do to her relationship with Trace? If they made love could she just say goodbye in a few days and go on with her normal life? No matter what happened, Manny would feel threatened. Jackie finished her bath about the same time that the guys finished breakfast. She grabbed a nearby towel and stepped out of the tub to dry herself off. Trace had his back to her but Manny saw her drying off and said, "You could come over here and do that. Trace is not exactly a master chef and a little entertainment could make this breakfast a lot better." Jackie smiled at Manny's joke. She wanted to be careful but if she didn't continue teasing the guys a little, Manny would start imagining that something had already happened between her and Trace. Besides, the teasing part was safe and she loved it. When she had dried off she wrapped the towel around her and went over to the table. Her playful attitude was once again evident as she stopped by the kitchen island and looked at Trace. She said, "I thought the toast was exceptional. I thoroughly enjoyed it while I was shaving myself." As she said this she lifted a leg up onto the table edge and said to Trace, "See, smooth as silk. Wanna feel?" Trace gawked. Even Manny caught his breath. When Jackie had put her leg up on the table, the bottom edge of the towel had ridden up enough to partially expose her neatly trimmed bush. Trace ran his hand slowly up her leg, feeling its smoothness, but he kept his eyes focused between Jackie's legs. It was amazing to see the lengths she would go to to tease him. She put her leg down and adjusted her towel. As she walked over to Manny she jokingly said to Trace, "I can't imagine what dinner will cost me." She addressed Manny with an impish grin on her face, "I'm ready to make the movie." She struck a pose like she was modeling the towel and asked, "Is this how you want me dressed?" Manny looked at her and thought, "Jesus Christ, that would be hot!" But he said, "It certainly is tempting. But no, I saw last night how easily you can lose a towel. Maybe you ought to go in the bathroom and put on a little something more." She then whispered to Manny, out of earshot of Trace, "Are you sure you're ready to see your wife kissed and fondled by another man?" Before he could respond, she added, "You know how easily I get aroused." Thinking about what she had said, Manny went silent. Jackie's words had given him an erection and at the same time had instilled a considerable degree of concern in his mind. Jackie went over to the suitcase and picked up a fresh pair of panties and her sweats. Trace watched her backside as she went into the bathroom. He thought about what she had done only a few minutes ago and visualized having his arms around her and removing the towel.