When morning came, the stupid alarm clock woke me. We'd both done what we usually do, rolled away from each other, sleeping facing opposite directions. I climbed from bed and started my morning routine which was go get up and fix lunches and breakfast while she showered and dressed for work. As a result, we didn't even speak to each other until she was dressed for work and came out for breakfast. "Morning lover," I said as she sat down at the table, and I set breakfast in front of her.
"Morning hon," she said noncommittally, a little frown on her face. I didn't reply, feeling like she was still upset and not wanting to ruin both our mornings. We ate in silence for several minutes before she spoke, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to rain all over your morning," she said quietly. "I know I shouldn't still be mad, and honestly, I'm not all that mad at you. I'm mostly mad that I assumed that you'd be embarrassed and not actually do anything with anyone else but me. Not that you DIDN'T do things with me. I mean, I've never had sex on the hood of a car before, let alone in my own driveway. At least I wasn't naked. But I didn't expect you to do that."
"And it bothers you that I did, and people saw us?"
"Yeah. It kind of makes me feel like I must be a slut or something. You know. Good girls don't do shit like that, and my mom taught me to be a good girl."
I chuckled a little, drawing another scowl from her. "Look sweetie. You are NOT a slut. You are a beautiful, attractive, sexy, loving, sweet tender woman who has a husband that is extremely turned on by looking at you and touching you. If you're going to flash me boobs and pussy, you have to expect me to get turned on."
"I'm old, fat and definitely NOT attractive. Diane is attractive. Emily is attractive. I am NOT!"
"You really believe that, don't you?"
"It's true!"
"No. It's not. Half the women in this world are over the age of forty-five. Does that mean they are all unattractive?"
"Trust me. At sixty, I'm not attractive."
"You don't look sixty. Hell, you barely look fifty and YES you are attractive. Any guy looking at you would get turned on! At least they would if you wore something that actually showcased your best features instead of hiding them."
"So what do you want, my tits hanging out so every guy can ogle them?"
"Not even. I'm just saying that some of the dresses you wear are more granny dresses than things that are flattering."
"But I am a grandma!"
"Does that mean you have to dress like one? I KNOW you have some really nice dresses in the closet that you never wear. I know because I bought them for you."
"I don't like those dresses."
"Why not?"
"They show way too much."
"What? Do they show your boobs? Don't they cover all of your butt and privates? What do they show that's too much?"
"One of 'em you can see half of my boobs! And they're all short. I feel like if I bend over someone is going to see my underwear!"
"They are NOT that short, but you won't believe me. And as far as showing half your boobs, they don't show THAT much, but they DO show a lot more than what you have on, which shows NOTHING!"
"I'm comfortable not showing anything! It isn't supposed to be a coochie show!"
"It's not like I'm asking you to go play stripper some place. I'm just saying that if you wore something a little more flattering that you might notice you get a little attention and THAT might make you feel a bit sexier."
"That's what all this is always about, isn't it? Sex?"
"Pretty sure that's what you made it about when you had me strip in front of the girls. Trying to embarrass me over sex? Well, guess what? It didn't. I played your little game. I jerked off for Diane and Trina. They enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Seems like everyone had fun but you."
"I didn't expect you to have fun. I wanted you to know how it felt to have to perform even if you didn't feel sexy."
"Is that what you think of us having sex? You having to perform for me?"
"Sometimes. Why don't you ever want to have sex when I feel like it?"
"When do you feel like it?"
"Sometimes. I don't know," she said with a shrug.
"Well, let me say this. If I KNEW you were horny, I'd be more than happy to drop whatever I was doing and do whatever it takes to let you enjoy it. But I have to know when you feel like it. And it needs to be more than once every couple of weeks. We're sixty, not dead."
"So, what do you expect me to do?"
"Go put on one of those other dresses. You have a few minutes before you have to leave. Why not try to let yourself FEEL sexy?"
"I don't know."
"Trust me. Just try. Please?"
"Okay. Fine," she said, getting up from the table and heading back to the bedroom. The dress she came out in after a surprisingly long time, was a sleeveless blue dress that had a relatively low neckline, running across the tops of her big soft breasts. I could also tell she had to change her bra to one that allowed more of the tops of her sexy tits to show. The skirt was much shorter than the mid calf skirt she started with; this one several inches above her knee. She frowned at me as she asked if that was better.
"I think you look spectacular," I answered.
"I don't feel comfortable," she said quietly, trying to pull the skirt down lower, even though it clearly couldn't. "And there's way too much boob showing."
"Nope. I think it's a fine amount. So, for me, just wear it and watch the guys around you. Trust me, you will draw their attention!"
"I think this is stupid," she said as she walked across the kitchen to get her briefcase and lunch box off the kitchen counter. She turned to find me standing behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled us together, giving her a long slow kiss.
"Just try it. For me?" I whispered, letting one hand slide down to her butt and giving it a little squeeze. She rolled her eyes and agreed before pulling from my arms and heading out the door.
I headed to the shower and couldn't help but think about how sexy she looked in that dress, her full round breasts pushing up in the dress top, exposing much of the top of each boob almost halfway to her big areola. She HAD to know how sexy she looked, though I suspected that in reality she didn't.
I spent the day at work thinking about my wife at work wearing that dress and wondering how many guys were secretly trying to eye her. I knew she dealt with quite a number of people each day, a good number of them guys of all different ages. I could just imagine some thirty-year-old guy getting a hard-on looking at the tops of her big tits, wondering what the rest of her sexy boobs looked like.
My wife, as usual was home before I was, her car already parked in the garage. I walked in to find her already changed into workout clothes, a little disappointed I didn't get to see her in the dress again. "Hey lover," I said as I walked in, smiling brightly at her as she worked in the kitchen.
"Hey," she answered back, not particularly enthusiastically.
"So, how was your day?" I asked as I walked across the kitchen towards her.
"Okay I guess," she answered as she let me slip an arm around her and turn her to face me. I leaned my face to her, and she let me kiss her for a moment before pulling her face away, terminating what I hoped would be a longer kiss.
"So, how did it go with the dress?" I asked, as she moved out of my arms to go back to finishing cooking dinner.
"Alright I suppose."
"That doesn't sound very positive."
"To be honest," she said without turning to look at me. "I felt like I was in a zoo! You know. All those people gawking at you?"
"So, it attracted a lot of attention?"
"It did. An uncomfortable amount. I felt like almost every guy that sat across from me was staring at my boobs."
"Told you, you were sexy."
"I don't know that any of them think I was sexy, they just wanted to see more boob. I swear, a couple of them I thought were trying to see my nipples right through the dress."
I chuckled and drew a frown from her for my effort. "Honey. Why do you think they wanted to see more? It wasn't because you were unattractive."
"Oh, shut up and go change. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said without looking at me.
I shrugged and walked to the bedroom and stripped out of my suit and shirt. I found my workout clothes and pulled on a shirt and shorts before tying my walking shoes on. I couldn't help the bulge in my shorts from thinking about all the guys having been trying to check her out. I wasn't into showing off her body exactly, but I had to admit, it was a little exciting knowing that other guys wanted to see.
We finished dinner and then decided to drive down the few blocks to the park instead of walking, since it was clouding up and threatening to rain. We started our walk, my wife quiet, even though I tried several times to start a conversation. She was clearly concentrating on something, and I wasn't able to break her out of it. We passed a number of people walking the long winding gravel trail that ran through some wooded areas as well as across some open and even playground areas. The trail the city created was great for walkers and joggers, providing a couple different length loops to walk on, from a short single mile to the longest at almost five miles. The nicest thing was that because it was a loop, you didn't have to walk down and back, covering the same places twice unless you wanted to. Frequently my wife and I did just that, walking to the two-mile marker and then walking back again.
We were walking through a wooded portion of the trail when my wife stopped and looked off to the side of the trail. I stopped and waited for her. "This'll do," she said as she stepped off the trail and into the bushes. I shrugged and followed, wondering what she was up to. I stepped through the bushes into a little clearing and found her waiting for me. She pulled up her shirt and sports bra, exposing her tits, and stood there, holding them up. "Well?"
"Well what?"
