Fateful Decisions

Tim Roberts was a large man.

Though after years of knowing him, Steve didn't pay much mind to his 6'-3", 240 pound frame. He was somewhat hairy, hardened thick, and certainly physically imposing at first glance. It didn't take long for one to realize, however, that his hulking presence was merely a facade. At his core he was a warm, welcoming, and jovial man. He was 45 years of age, making him nearly 10 years older than Steve. He was also a rugged man, but despite some signs of weathering and wrinkling on his face, Tim maintained a youthful glow.

Today, however, Tim's body language was weaker than normal. Steve had to admit it was for good reason. Tim's house had recently burned down. Well, not exactly burned down - but a disastrous fire had destroyed much of it. Having no family in the state, and having no time to really deal with hotel accommodations - Steve kindly invited Tim to stay with he and his wife, Stephanie. Tim had arrived with two large suitcases, but he'd also arrived without much of his usual positivity.

"I really appreciate this Steve." Tim spoke, somewhat solemnly and devoid of his usual jovial tone. He was legitimately depressed over his circumstance - but also genuinely thankful that Steve had stepped up to help him out. Tim's restoration contractors had anticipated a mere three weeks until they'd have his home back in livable condition. It was a very costly, expedited schedule.

"Dude. It's nothing. Steph and I both feel terrible that you're having to deal with this." Steve paused as he spoke, attempting to further assuage Tim's fears of imposing. "Besides, we have the space. Come on in."

While extremely welcoming on the outside, internally, Steve wasn't quite as carefree. There was something inherently awkward about having your boss stay at your home. Especially for the extended time period that Tim would likely be residing for. A night or two was one thing, a few weeks to a month - entirely different. He shook the negative thoughts from his mind, reminding himself that Tim wasn't just his "boss." While technically accurate, Steve would probably first describe Tim as a friend. They had grown very close over their years together at the small construction company.

Tim smiled warmly, walking into the home with the two large suitcases in hand. "I hope you and Steph are ready to keep me in check. I'm a terrible house guest."

Steve's main motivation for allowing Tim the residence was that of basic human compassion. As mentioned, Tim didn't have any family in the area, nor did his homeowners insurance cover displacement. Steve would not soon forget the distraught look on Tim's face when he had received the call from the fire department dispatcher. In addition to the basic moral obligation that Steve felt, there were secondary reasons as well. He knew that if Tim had to pony up the expense for a month at a high end hotel, he'd be hurting even worse financially than he already was. Steve also knew that loss would most likely show up in the form of reduced bonuses or cut hours for himself and the other employees. He was a loyal man, and he felt it was in his best interest to help Tim out in any way he could.

Steve ushered Tim in to the living room, giving him the lay of the land as he spoke. "You'll have the entire downstairs to yourself. The only time we really come down here is to grab something from the kitchen." He paused, correcting myself, "Or maybe when Steph is having one of her midnight cravings. She likes to sneak down here for some chocolate." He smirked, "Usually in a state of undress."

Tim smiled, "She doesn't like to go topless, does she?" he replied, in joking fashion. He immediately regretted the comment. Normally this sort of exchange was customary between the two of them, but he quickly realized it was inappropriate timing considering all Steve was doing to accommodate him. "Ah, shit... I'm sorry Steve." Tim scratched his head nervously, continuing "I should probably cut my shit for awhile."

In actuality, the joke wasn't out of place. Stephanie's tits were a constant source of teasing among all three of them. Stephanie had spectacular breasts, natural double D's that hung proudly and youthfully, seemingly defying the laws of physics. Steve wasn't at all offended by his boss's comment. It actually made him recall the night years ago, when the elephant in the room (her incredible bust) was first discussed.

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"Steve. You know I love you, so what I'm about to say, I say with love." Tim offered, between sips of his Miller Lite. It was true that he had grown close to Steve. He was close with all his employees, but there was an earnestness to Steve that Tim was particularly fond of.

"How in the hell did you land such a smoking hot wife?"

Steve, having had a few himself, could only laugh at the comment. A part of him wondered how Tim had gone so long without a mention of his wife's "talent". Tim, and basically any man who saw Stephanie, couldn't help but gawk at her. Especially at her fantastic chest.

"High school sweethearts, boss." Steve replied, the 'boss' was levied with heavy sarcasm, intending to annoy Tim. In reality, Steve was immensely proud of his wife, and contrary to their early years of dating - lately, for some inexplicable reason, he enjoyed seeing men stumble over her.

"Man, stop calling me boss." Tim replied with a laugh, continuing. "Don't get me wrong. You aren't an ugly guy, it's just - Those tits man!" His face grew flush, suddenly realizing he may have taken the jesting too far with his employee.

Steve took in in stride, or rather, in pride. "I know buddy. I'm a lucky guy." He took his own swig of beer, adding. "You can look all you want, but the touching is for me Timothy." This time he called him Timothy, in another effort to annoy. Happy hour had taken its toll on both men.

Tim laughed again, "Fucking asshole. Don't call me Timothy either."

Steve truly wasn't bothered by Tim's comment. He knew how lucky he was, and how spectacular his wife's tits, and everything else, were. As Tim mentioned, Steve wasn't an unattractive guy, but he wasn't a stud either. He knew he was more or less an ordinary dude, physically. He was a hair over 5'-9", and certainly didn't equal his wife when it came to sexual endowments. He looked forward to teasing Stephanie about the revelation when he returned home later that night. After all - Steve enjoyed getting a rise out of her, and knew the comment from his boss would make her blush.

"Tim thinks you have great tits." Steve clumsily blurted, almost as soon as he walked in the door.

Stephanie had been washing the dishes, and looked up in amused surprise. It was clear her husband was quite tipsy. She sighed, another happy hour with Steve and his boss. She was strangely intrigued by the prospect of being their topic of discussion, though. It wasn't the first time someone had complimented her breasts. However, she quickly found that this instance tickled her in a different way. To Stephanie, Tim was an exceedingly masculine man, and he was also her husbands boss. Naturally, this piqued her interest more than the typical passerby.

She blushed. "You think everyone loves my tits." She tried to downplay the comment - but ultimately wanted to know where it came from.

Steve retold the bar conversation, to his wife's surprising arousal. She loved Steve, and they had a good sex life, but she couldn't help but enjoy the thought of her husbands boss lusting over her. What red blooded woman doesn't appreciate when her body is noticed, especially by such a masculine man? What she didn't immediately realize, was that her husband seemed to get a kick out of it as well. Steve found himself excited by Tim's admission, to his own surprise. Further, he found himself beginning to encourage Stephanie to flaunt her cleavage more and more, especially when Tim was around.

"Just tease the poor bastard." Steve smirked, as Stephanie slipped into a revealing dress weeks later. She was surprised by her husbands recent suggestions, but admitted the game was a fun way of spicing things up for the long married couple.

It was a construction awards event. Tim had asked that Steve and Stephanie attend with him, his own date having coming down with an illness just days prior. Stephanie allowed her bust to hang low most of the evening. As usual, she noticed Tim's open stares. Towards the end of the night, and after several glasses of wine, she brazenly decided to call him on it.

"You know Tim. My eyes are actually up here." She draped her finger across the top of her breasts as she said it, and then pointed upwards to her face.

It was a bold faced call-out. Both Steve and Tim's eyes shot wide open.

To his credit, Tim owned it with poise. Although both husband and wife did notice a hint of redness appear on his face. He threw back a swig of his cocktail, "In my defense, I would argue that it's impossible not to look at those things. They're spellbinding." He glanced at Steve for reassurance, and for confirmation that he wasn't upset by the conversation. "Help me out here, Steve."

Stephanie smiled, and Steve couldn't help but laugh, but all three of them were suddenly feeling a foreign sense of excitement. It was a mild excitement, but it was new for all three of them.

Stephanie looked towards her husband. "Spellbinding huh? Well that's a word I've never heard to describe them."

Tim interjected, "Trust me it's a compliment." And Stephanie replied, sensing his unease.

"Not to worry, Tim. Steve already told me that you liked them." She glanced down at her own bust, squeezing her arms together in playful fashion, making her cleavage pop even further upwards for a moment. She felt a sudden heat between her legs. It was undeniably exciting to draw attention to her bust in the presence of Tim. If Steve hadn't been aware of the proceedings, she would have never acted so provocatively. However since Steve seemed to encourage her teasing, she was feeling a sort of playful excitement from it all. After all, people looked at her tits all the time, what was really the problem with drawing attention to them for once?

From that evening forward the three of them would often tease about Stephanie's breasts. Maybe at a holiday party, or a happy hour gathering, a comment would slip out from Tim, or from even from Stephanie. Sometimes Steve would brag to Tim, showing him pictures of her in swimming suits, or low cut tops. It was an admittedly atypical dynamic between an employee, his wife, and his boss - but it seemed totally harmless to the three of them.

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Back in the current moment, in Steve's living room, Steve knew it was still just that - totally harmless.

"Please Tim. At this point I'd think it was weird if you weren't joking about Steph's tits." He paused, smirking. "Unfortunately no, she doesn't like to go topless - although she does walk around the house bra-less pretty frequently." He added, "Though I doubt she'll be doing much of that while you're here."

"We'll have to convince her otherwise." Tim chuckled, relieved that Steve maintained a positive attitude about the ribbing. Tim was obviously not attempting to catch Stephanie in any compromising situations, but he was instinctively intrigued about the thought of her without a bra. Just as he was able to shake the image from his mind, the front door burst open.

Stephanie stumbled in in a rush, grocery bags hanging from her arms, breathing heavily. She had spent the morning preparing the guest bedroom and bath for Tim, and had bolted out the door a couple hours earlier to stock up on essentials. Even in her rushed, disheveled state she looked gorgeous. Her large breasts where concealed but bouncing underneath a gray throw-around tee. Her brunette hair shining healthily despite being entangled in the purse string at her shoulder. Her gorgeous face flush as she struggled to kick the door closed.

When Steve had met Stephanie in grade school, she was somewhat of an ugly duckling, but he loved her carefree and good natured personality. They had been neighbors at the time, and an easy fate seemed to bring them together. At some point in high school her breasts swelled and her feminine features developed beautifully, while Steve more or less developed in average fashion. He was quick to marry her, and for over fifteen years they had been immensely happy together.

Tim and Steve both moved to help her. Tim eased her of the groceries and Steve untangled her hair from her purse. She flinched in mild pain as he unthreaded the knot. Once she gathered herself she moved to give Tim a hug in greeting.

"Oh no. It's the lady who's gonna hate me in a few weeks time." Tim joked as they embraced. He couldn't help but notice her heavy breasts press into his chest.

"I doubt that Tim." Stephanie paused, still flush and breathing heavily, she looked at her husband. "We are happy to have you, especially considering what happened." It was true, at her core she was glad to help Tim, the man who'd been a good boss to her husband, and in general a kind and decent person. It had to have been extremely tough to deal with such a disastrous situation with his home. Beyond that, however, the fringes of Stephanie's psyche were tingling in mild excitement. She was surprised her husband was as willing as he was, to allow his boss to stay at their home. Stephanie was raised conservatively, and there was an unspoken taboo about another man residing with a husband and wife - even temporarily. Further pushing that boundary was the fact that Tim was clearly the more masculine male under the roof for the time being. She loved her husband, and was still very attracted to him to this day - but there was no denying that his boss was the more handsome, the more classically manly, of the two.

She shook those thoughts from her mind, they were merely mild excitements that were obviously not going to manifest in any real way. She would never hurt Steve, or compromise what they had built together. Everyone fantasizes from time to time, and there was no harm in her doing so either. She thought of her pretty friend Tiffany, and knew that Steve had a naughty thought or two about her over the years.

Tim made himself scarce the first few nights of his stay. He left to work before Steve, and was home long after. It wasn't until the first Friday that Tim joined the couple for an evening dinner. It was far from a formal gathering. Steve and Stephanie both sat in gym clothes, while Tim was still in work attire. Chinese food and beer were on the menu which, despite being offensively unhealthy, hit the spot for all three of them.

"Sorry it's take out tonight. I couldn't make it out of the office in time." Stephanie offered, apologetically. She had recently begun working part time at a local insurance agency, and was often required to work late.

"Nonsense. I've actually been craving Chinese." Tim replied, gratefully.

The three of them enjoyed the meal, and the beers. Even Stephanie, who was usually a wine drinker, had a couple brews. As they wrapped up the meal Tim couldn't help but steal glances at Stephanie's cleavage. Her popping tits had begun making an appearance due to her low hanging sports bra. The beer, and the carefree attitude of the Friday evening, yielded an opportunity to continue their game.

"Those things just can't help themselves, can they?" Tim casually pointed his fork at Stephanie's breasts.

Stephanie blushed. She had chosen this particular athletic top because it was revealing in nature. She had recently grown to love showing off her breasts. "They have a mind of there own." She admitted. She clamped her fingers down on the top of the fabric, and jostled the top back up her chest, tits jiggling down into place as she did so. She felt that enjoyable and familiar excitement that crept up when her breasts were the topic at hand.

"Jesus Tim, you new at this?" Steve jokingly added. "Now they've gone into hiding."

Steve couldn't explain it, but he had grown to love when there was an open dialogue about his wife's tits.

Tim joined in on the joke. "Fuck man. You're right." He paused, leaning back in his chair and dropping his fork - finally done with the meal. "You know, I'm actually disappointed." His voice was playful.

"Disappointed?" Stephanie replied, curious.

"I heard rumors about a certain woman who lived here." He glanced at Steve smirking, continuing, "Rumors that this woman didn't wear bras around the house." He was speaking in a sarcastic and exaggerated tone. He stood, taking his dirty dishes towards the sink, and grabbing Steve's in the process. He continued with the joke, "I guess I heard wrong."

Steve laughed, "You can never trust gossip." Deep down he was strangely excited by the prospect of Stephanie going bra-less in front of Tim.

Stephanie was a bit surprised by the joke, but assumed it was just in Tim's assertive nature to be brazen. She was also oddly excited by the realization that her husband had informed Tim of that personal tidbit. She quickly realized she was going to have some fun with her temporary resident, and teased him back. "Tell you what Tim. You do those dishes, and I'll think about skipping the bra next time." She said, jokingly.

Tim glanced at Steve, and Steve at Tim. They were both smiling with juvenile excitement. Tim made another exaggerated gesture, this time squeezing the dish soap into the washcloth, and smacking on the hot water.

The three of them laughed.

The evening seemed to end uneventfully, with Tim lying in the guestroom bed downstairs. He was reviewing an update from the restoration contractors on his phone when he thought he heard a faint moan from above.

Steve and Stephanie were trying their best to be quiet, but they were both horny from the beer and the teasing at the dinner table.

"Fuck me baby." Stephanie whispered. She wrapped her legs around her husbands lower back as he thrust into her. Her pussy was inflamed and drenched in arousal. She needed to get fucked, but she wanted to be considerate to their house guest downstairs. She whimpered into Steve's shoulder as the gentle pleasure cascaded across her body.

Steve was aligned with her arousal, his balls already boiling in heightened passion.

Part of him wanted to remain silent for fear of Tim's ear shot, but another part of him didn't care if his boss heard. He certainly wasn't going to go three weeks without sex.

"Lucky bastard." Tim whispered to himself. He thought back to the last time he himself had gotten laid, a few months prior. Tim had been a notorious ladies man through most of his life, only recently slowing down due to workload and the obvious stress that the house fire had caused.

He could tell they were trying their best to be quiet, but he could still make out the sounds of faint moans and bed squeaking through the ceiling above him. To his surprise, the last moan from Stephanie caused his member to stiffen. He took it in hand, quietly wondering if she might have ever seen one as big as his.

Tim Roberts was hung, impressively so. His cock was a girthy ten inches, fat and very solid when aroused. His balls were equally masculine, heavy and large. Nearly every woman he'd bedded throughout his life had become infatuated with his manhood. He began to stroke it perversely, as he listened in on his friends wife not ten feet above him.

Upstairs, Steve was lovingly thrusting his own average length into Stephanie. His smaller testicles quickly ascended as he spurted his release into his wife. She moaned gently as a small orgasm caused her body to shudder. Steve felt a familiar sense of pride as he noted his wife's satisfaction. He always loved when he was able to make her pop.

Stephanie was thankful for the release, breathing heavily as she returned to a baseline resting state. She could always tell when her husband was inspired in the bedroom, and appreciated his efforts in satisfying her. Still, she knew part of her arousal on this night was triggered by the house guest downstairs. She wondered if Tim heard, ultimately not caring if he did. Everyone was an adult in this house, and adults understood adult needs.'