Bobby loved Bonnie. She was a pretty, petite, blue-eye blonde with a sexy figure and B cup tits, and she loved him. He was a tall, good looking, linebacker type that had put a few pounds around his middle after he stopped playing organized sports, but didn't stop drinking beer and eating fast foods.
Childhood sweethearts, jobs, family commitments and marriage had changed their relationship and gotten in the way of making love. There was never any time. It wasn't erotically spontaneous the way that it was when they were dating. Their flames of passion had extinguished.
They even stopped kissing, except for the peck in the morning before they went off to work in separate directions and the peck at night before they put their head on the pillow and turned the other way to sleep. She used to spoon him and feel the comfort of his warmth while draping her arm over his body with her hand in constant contact with his cock and her fingers playing with the head of his penis. He used turn to hump her and feel her tits and play with her nipples with his fingertips.
Once a week, they'd roll to one another and make love, but that routine had suddenly taken a back seat to sleep. He couldn't remember when he made love to his beautiful wife last. It had been months. Instead he masturbated in the bathroom every morning while thinking of watching his wife sucking and fucking two men.
They were depressed and in a rut. Thinking back for the cause, the catalyst that had ended their happiness was when their doctor told them that they were unable to have children. Immediately they thought of adoption, but the financial cost to adopt a baby was far beyond them.
But after watching the horrific 9/11 nightmare unfold, they realized that they needed to appreciate what they had. Things could always be worse. They should have a problem.
It was then that they stopped taking one another for granted. In the days, weeks and months that followed the sun shined brighter, the birds sang sweeter, and Bobby and Bonnie made love more regularly. He stopped surfing the net for porn, cutback on drinking beer, watched what he ate, and began working out again.
She stopped pulling weeds, cleaning the house to hospital standards, and spent less time complaining to her sister and mother about him and about life as a frustrated housewife. She began doing her hair, painting her nails, and buying sexy clothes. As a couple they soon became the envy of the neighborhood. The sexually frustrated husbands wanted to bang Bonnie and the unfulfilled wives wanted Bobby to pay them some flirtatious attention.
The months that passed invigorated their sex life and after a while they were ready to take their happily married couple act outside and into the neighborhood. Instead of coffee, tea, and polite but boring conversation after church on Sunday, alcohol, flirting, and innuendos began spicing up their weekend barbeques. They had decided that they would enjoy, instead of endure, a childless marriage. They looked forward to not only a sexually enlightened marriage but also to a mutually open and erotically enriched relationship.
Nothing was preplanned or discussed with regard to their evolving sexuality. It started innocently enough with an accidental up skirt or down blouse peek that Bonnie gave and Bobby noticed when one of the neighborhood husbands stopped by to chat with him.
He watched them watch Bonnie while she squatted down in her cute little sundress working in the garden. If they sat in a lawn chair across from where she worked, they were rewarded with an up skirt view of her panties. If they stood and looked over her shoulder, they were rewarded with a great down dress view of her tits.
It turned him on to watch his friends and neighbors leer at his sexy wife while she seemed so unaware of their lustful desire for her. She never wore a bra with the particular sun dresses she wore when working in her garden and her top always fell forward and opened giving whoever stood over her a spectacular view of her ample and shapely breasts. If they peered closely enough, they could occasionally see the appearance of her areolas and her nipples.
He'd leave them alone on the pretense of having to make a telephone call, get a couple of beers or hit the bathroom so that he could watch his neighbor from the upstairs window staring at his wife's sexy body. It turned him on to watch his neighbor and/or friend now thinking that he was alone with Bonnie take more liberties by staring longer and leering closer at his wife while she mindlessly squatted down pulling weeds while making polite conversation.
For Bobby, it began with a stolen drunken kiss of a neighbor's wife and a quick touch of a tit or a feel of an ass while the wife of his neighbor furtively and quickly groped his erection through his pants. Always they stopped short of her unzipping him, pulling out his cock, falling to her knees and taking him in her mouth. They managed to stop just before anyone caught them seductively playing sexual games in the kitchen.
Yet, even though all the men noticed her, Bonnie was sometimes oblivious to the attention that she received from other men. Every time they went out to eat, to the movies, or to have a drink, had Bobby not been there as her protector, there would have been several men trying to hit on her. Her makeover from bored housewife to hot, sexy siren had made her stunningly gorgeous and lustfully desirable.
Much like the woman in the song by Sammy Kershaw, 'She Doesn't Know She's Beautiful,' "We go out to a party somewhere...The moment we walk in the door...People stop and everybody stares...She don't know what they're staring for...She don't know she's beautiful...(never crossed her mind.) She don't know she's beautiful... (no she's not that kind.) She don't know she's beautiful...though time and time I've told her so."
Yet, like a flower that blossoms in the Spring, it was this Spring that Bonnie began to notice her beauty and notice the attention that she received from men.
While the other wives never lost the weight they gained with each child birth, Bonnie maintained her shapely figure with diet and exercise. Without having to care for children and with only herself and Bobby to worry about she had the time to look her best.
One weekend Bonnie wore a very short skirt with a low cut top. Her tight top flattered her shapely figure and her short skirt showed off her long, sexy legs. When she sat on the lawn chair her skirt hiked higher up and left a triangular opening over her thighs giving anyone sitting across from her an unobstructed view of her panty clad, camel-toed pussy. Jim, Sharon's husband, made sure that he sat across from Bonnie hoping for a peek.
The more she drank the more she relaxed and the further she unconsciously parted her knees giving anyone sitting across from her a nice view between her thighs of her sheer, white bikini panties. The more she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and the more she got up and down, the higher her skirt climbed until her skirt rested at the top of her shapely thighs and her white bikini panties were plainly in view to all who looked in her direction.
Then, when she leaned forward to load a cracker with dip she also rewarded anyone sitting across from her or anyone standing over her with a nice down blouse view of her white bra and abundant cleavage. Bonnie gave all the men an arousing display of her God given assets. There was not a man present who did not have an erection or a woman who didn't suddenly have a jealous headache.
Even when it was obviously the man's fault and not the woman's fault, there are those guys who blame their wives for unwanted sexual attention, even calling them sluts and whores and accusing them of being unfaithful. There are those guys who are jealous that other men lust after their wives, even so much as starting a fight with them for staring to see what their wives are blatantly or innocently showing and then arguing with their wives later for exposing themselves.
Instead of being angry or jealous, it turned Bobby on knowing that men lusted after his wife, wanted his wife, and even fantasized about having sex with his wife as he imagined them jerking off over her. That, without doubt, was his biggest fantasy. He'd love to sit and watch Bonnie do another man or maybe two men at once. It made his cock hard to think about it and that was his favorite fantasy to jerk off to when alone and horny and thinking about Bonnie being fucked by one man and blowing another man at the same time, all the while she was bound and blindfolded.
It turned Bobby on to see and watch his beautiful wife expose her sheer, white bikini panties and most of her bra covered tits to her neighbors. It aroused him knowing that he was going to bed with her while Jim was going home with Sharon and the others with their not as desirable wives.
He couldn't wait to tell her that all the men saw what was or should have been hidden beneath her low cut top and short skirt. He couldn't wait to find out if she had done this by accident or on purpose. What did it matter? The men all saw her camel-toed panty clad pussy and most of her tits whenever she leaned forward.
Later that night, while Bonnie sat at her mirrored vanity table brushing her lush blonde hair, Bobby confessed his erotic thoughts to her.
"You looked hot tonight."
"Thank you, Honey."
"I saw Jim looking at you."
"He always stares at me."
