Some of you know how it is to be freshly married, still exploring and discovering what excites and what doesn't in each other.
My pretty little wife Sharon was a bit of a prude. She always wore longer skirts, sweaters that came all the way up to her neck, things like that.
The funny part was I discovered she not only never wore panties, she didn't even own any of them.
I delighted in teasing her about that. She would blush bright red and stick her tongue out at me, not upset at all but pretending to be when I would make some outrageous comment with friends around.
I went with her once when she was looking for a new bathing suit, she tried on every one piece thing in the store, all of them were awful.
Finally she was down to the two piece suits, no way in hell would she come out to let me see them like she would in the one piece types.
After all, there were other people around, some of them obviously bored husbands wishing they were home watching the football game.
So she would call out, I would go peek in the door of the changing room, then she would try on another one.
I was getting looked at quite a bit by the other shoppers, they probably thought I was a pervert. I was wishing I was home watching the football game, too.
A couple of guys wandered over and were pretending to look at clothes on a nearby rack, which I thought was hilarious since the racks held women's undergarments.
It was rather obvious they were hoping to catch a peek, so the next time Sharon called out I opened the door wider. She was looking at herself in the mirror, the tiny yellow thing she had on was scandalous at best.
"Wow!" I said, "That is great!"
"You don't think it is too...?" she started to say, turning my way.
Then it hit her that I was standing there holding the door open and the two men were staring at her, and there was a hell of a lot of skin hanging out of that tiny suit.
"Oh!" she said, reaching for the door, pulling it shut, me inside.
"What's the matter?" I asked her, innocently.
"Those men were looking at me!" She exclaimed.
"Oh hell, men will see you on the beach." I answered.
"You did that deliberately!" she said in what seemed to me to be mock outrage. But I caught the flush on her face.
Still, Sharon refused to buy the outfit, no amount of telling her how much I liked it worked. I finally gave up and we left.
The next day I stopped by, bought the bikini, then headed home, hiding it in the closet. I had no idea how I was going to get her into it in public, though.
Sometimes when we were making love, I would be licking her nipples which seemed to drive her nuts. I would make a comment about someone seeing her, nude or partly nude. I would slide in a comment about how beautiful she was and how I really liked it when she looked "foxy."
Innocent crap, but oddly it got me going, and I saw the pursed lips and her expression. Just fun stuff to bring up, think about, nothing we would ever really do.
One of my pastimes that I did hide from her was reading erotic stories, and I even wrote a few, a couple of them were fairly well received. But I kept them hidden from Sharon.
I thought.
I came home one evening and Sharon was sitting at the screen reading some of the stories I had loaded, and there was a half dozen of them that were mildly naughty. Most were about guys getting peeks, things like that. I had even used her name in some of them and described her exactly, so she knew damn good and well the thoughts in my head were about her.
I was busted.
I figured my ass was buttermilk, but she wasn't even upset. In fact, she was curious as to why the idea excited me so much.
The real truth is I didn't know, it just did.
I told her exactly that, the idea of someone looking at her bare breasts, her nipples or maybe a sneak peek up her dress really excited me. I just had no answer as to why.
Sharon just laughed at me and told me I was a pervert, I was relieved at having survived a possible yelling match.
