Cleavage of a married woman.

Lottie hesitated, her mind racing before unbuttoning an extra button on her blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage. She knew that Harry would disapprove of such a change, but it was surely a harmless adaptation. What would he say if he found out? Would he be angry? Or intrigued? Her breath hitched in her throat as she contemplated what Harry would say when she told him.

A wide range of emotions washed over her as apprehension and trepidation wrestled within her. She glanced towards him with dread and rising unease before slowly asking, "Did you catch all that, Charlie?" Lottie's voice was shaky as she asked the question, dreading his response. She knew that men were easily distracted, and her attempt to draw his attention had only been a **** move. She winced as she waited for his answer.

Charlie glanced up with a hint of embarrassment before seeing what she wanted him to catch. "Yes," there was no waver in his voice as he met her gaze and lingered there long enough that they both knew he'd seen the move she made. A faint smile appeared on his face knowing she wasn't in control here anymore. Still, he said nothing, not wanting to lose today's progress.

Embarrassment flushed over Lottie, not expecting the confidence from Charlie that she'd never seen before. "I think.. that covers everything, Charlie."

He grinned confidently, "Thanks, Lottie, that really helped. Let me know if you need anything. I'm sure Harry would cover for me while I'm lending a hand if that's okay with you?" His determined words cut through the air and surrounded her with his presence, notably giving him a sense of control and power in this embarrassing situation.

Lottie was taken aback by the sudden strength of his voice. She felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. Yet, simultaneously, As she looked at Charlie for the first time, she questioned everything. He had always been the man who struggled to make ends meet and barely got by, but now she saw him in a different light. The man who couldn't do the simplest of tasks was a con. She detected an aura of power, which excited and scared her equally. She battled with her feelings and urges and decided against refusal as she uttered hesitantly, “Yes, that would be great”. She had no idea how Harry would respond to her inability to make Charlie stop using him, let alone how she had been so overwhelmed by the man sitting across from her.

Charlie smiled confidently before turning to leave the room with one last glance at Lottie, who stared after him in disbelief at how much their dynamic had changed in such a short amount of time. She was filled with shame over her lack of composure. They could have made some headway if she had kept her temper in check. Still, now she felt like she had let Harry down and made a decision he might see as betrayal showing Charlie her cleavage.

The drive home was filled with tension. Harry could feel it emanating from Lottie, but he didn't push her for answers. He knew she was struggling to find the words and knew better than to pressure her. The silence became too much for him as they got closer to home, so he broke it.

Harry looked at Lottie with concern. His tone was soft but firm. "Lottie, are you okay? Something doesn't seem right," he said. Lottie's face twisted in pain and confusion as she thought about all that had happened that day. She was embarrassed and ashamed of her behaviour towards Charlie when she showed him her cleavage. She felt powerless to stop him from using Harry. Unsure of what to say, Lottie remained silent until Harry gently took her hand and said soothingly, "It's okay, Lottie, you don't have to be scared." This gave Lottie the strength to finally unburden herself. Her voice shaking, she recounted every step of the incident – Her losing his attention, her reckless decision to flash him a glimpse of her cleavage, to his behaviour 180-degree shift, which led to her losing control of the situation. She could barely finish her story before the tears started spilling.

Once they'd returned to their house, Harry enveloped Lottie in a hug as she kept apologising. He felt his temper flare up at the thought of Charlie making her feel so awful. Unowning, she was battling with the fact she enjoyed Charlie looking at her. "Lottie, there's nothing for you to apologise for. I told you it was ok to wear something more provocative. Just one button and a bit of cleavage isn't an issue here. My priority here is that you are okay."

Lottie looked up at harry. "I'm just scared that I liked Ron and Charlie looking at me so differently." Grabbing her face in his hands, Harry's lips burned against hers, and the same hunger that had surged through him the night before reared its head once more. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the softness of her curves and exploring every contour. As his fingers brushed against her skin, Lottie inched closer, tugging at his boxer briefs and freeing his aching member. She looked up at him with a smile as if to ask what had aroused him so much. "Baby, you're already so hard..." she groaned, satisfied that her husband could get this hard for her. "Is it because of your naughty wife showing off to Charlie, or just the outfit?" she teased.

Harry squeezed her butt, kissing her with a level of intensity that Lottie had never felt before. "What's gotten into you, Harry?" She said, and then she felt his penis tighten in her hand. "Was it when I showed Charlie my cleavage?" she felt Harry's cock tense in her grip. He let out another grunt, seeming to confirm that was what had caused this sudden change in him. "I need you in me, baby! Show me how much you liked me showing off to Charlie!".

He pulled at her panties, lifting her off the ground simultaneously. Harry positioned her wet entrance on his cock. "Stop teasing!" Lottie moaned loudly, growling and begging him to stop teasing her. His hardness surged through her, filling her with an intense heat that threatened to ignite them both. "Fuck me, Harry!" she pleaded. Urging him onward. "Harder, faster! Show me why you get to make love to me, and Charlie only gets a glimpse!" With each mention of Charlie, Harry redoubled his efforts, driving himself deep into Lottie until he could no longer contain himself, and his orgasm exploded within her.

They were both lying in bed. Harry placed his hand on her thigh and stroked up and down in slow, featherlight touches. "I think I want to wear another outfit again tomorrow if that's what I get to come home to," Lottie said as she rested one leg across Harry's thigh, and her hand slowly ran up and down his semi-softening cock. He gulped, lost for words and desperately out of breath; he couldn't believe she wanted to do this again. But he wouldn't ask her not to. Not when being able to fuck her like that was worth all of the teasing she could put him through.