My spouse, Jill, and I were driving home from a dinner celebrating our fifth Wedding Anniversary. We were both very happy with the past years and looking forward to more of the same. Jill and I met during freshman orientation and shared several courses so naturally we studied a lot together. After a few dates we decided that we wanted to spend all our time together. Even exercise time was spent together in the school pool and relaxing after in the hot tub. Both of us had limited sexual contacts in high school and were somewhat inexperienced when we started having sex. Although we spent lots of evenings kissing and petting, we didn't start having intercourse until our second year together. And our strictest rule was always use a condom. There was a lot of joking about us living together in a coed dorm and being practically celibate but our degrees came first.
Graduation and good jobs were our priorities. Jill was so hot looking, even when she dressed conservatively, that she was always fending off other guys who didn't know we were pinned. She never seemed to have an interest in any other guys, even the football hero type.
Our marriage was the weekend after graduation and our honeymoon was the moving trip to our new home in upstate New York. Both of us had gotten good job offers in the same city and started out with generous salaries. I had a small inheritance that we used for the down payment for our country house ten miles outside town. Although our love and commitment were still strong, our sex life seemed to be stagnating. Neither of us wanted to make love with someone else because we took our marriage vows seriously, but we felt that we might have missed something by committing to each other so early in our lives and marrying so soon after college. I guess we were searching for a spark in our lives. We had recently spoken about our desire to bring some excitement into our lives but were secretly afraid of messing up what we had.
As we drove toward home, I remarked that she looked especially sexy tonight, in her dark green slip dress. It was low cut and tight on top and short and loose on the bottom. Jill is only five feet tall, so she always wears at least three inch heels when she goes out, and that makes her legs look even longer. It also causes her tight ass to sway as she walks. Her breasts are 34C and she rarely wears a bra because she knows I love to feel them when we dance close and to see her nipples poke out the fabric of her silk dress. She had fixed her long, red hair in a fancy new style that left her neck bare and showed off her deep tan. We had been dancing and drinking at a small club in a town near our house and were halfway home and kind of tired. Jill was curled up in the passenger seat of my Jaguar while I drove and tried to keep from drifting off. I think we both had a bit too much Champagne with dessert.
I told her that even with all the other women in the club, every man had been looking at her when we were dancing. Her dress was much more revealing than the others and really showed off her fine body. She said that she could feel their eyes and it made her very hot, especially when she would spin and her dress would fly up to reveal her stocking tops. She said "I have always loved to tease other men when I feel safe."
She told me how she looked forward to driving to our local gas station in her Jeep while wearing one of her short skirts and having the owner's son, Jimmy, wait on her. She said that she could tell that he was trying to see up her skirt when he washed the windshield. The doors are very low and have no windows so her skirt would ride up from the breeze and she would leave it that way when she stopped. She also sat with her legs apart, not enough to look like a tramp she said, but enough so that Jimmy could see bare flesh above her stocking tops. She said her panties were always wet when she pulled out of the station and a couple of times she thought Jimmy had an erection.
Jimmy is about eighteen and very cute she said, with a growing body that was filling out nicely. I never knew that she liked to show off like that and a thought came to me. "How would you like to really show off and still feel safe at the same time?" I asked. She answered that she was game for whatever I had in mind as long as she could stop whenever she wanted to. I agreed and set to work on my plan.
First, I pulled over and threw some dirt on the windshield and turned on the washer jets to make a mess of the glass. Then I cleaned my hands and opened the passenger door. I positioned Jill curled up on the seat with her head on a small pillow against the door side of the seatback. I got back in and rearranged her skirt so that it revealed her legs up to the lace tops of her stockings. I said to pretend that she was knocked out by the drinks and the late hour, and to play along with what I would tell her to do. If she wanted to stop at any time, she should pretend that she was slowly waking up and everything would end safely. She had no idea what I had planned and I hoped that it would play out to both our satisfactions.
