There was something different going on here. I didn’t know what, but there was something about the look in Renee’s eyes. It’s like she was smiling deep down and trying to hide it.
And okay, I get it, I’m a bit of a fucking loser. I think the fact I had everything handed to me growing up didn’t help. My parents are winners, no doubt about that. They each own their businesses and have always been successful. I grew up an only child on an allowance and didn’t fucking bother much. I guess I got used to being looked after, got used to a big gold-lined safety net.
I’d been doing it tough lately, adding one night shift a week and picking up Saturdays as well. I was going to try changing it up with my music and hopefully get a few gigs around town. There’s a good range of covers I can do, and maybe slip in a bit of my own work. Better than sweating it out on a fucking production line.
“What are you thinking about?” Renee asked.
I had taken over driving, just mulling shit over.
“Nothing much. Do you wanna see where that goes?” There was a sign: Naturist Beach. Clothing Optional.
I pulled up just past the turn off. Renee was looking back at it. She turned to me blushing and bit down on her grin.
“Well?” I challenged her. After the shit she pulled with Keith the other night, I was fucking game if she was.
“Hmm, that’d be interesting,” she said.
I shrugged. “We’ve got plenty of time. It isn’t much further to the lake house. We can check in a bit later.”
“I guess we could have a quick look for now. Maybe come back another day to try it out?”
My cock flexed at the thought of Renee stripping off at a beach. I’d been checking out her legs all trip in her little floral skirt. It was tight across her thighs and damn short, almost flashing her panties. She’s got fucking amazing legs.
I swung the SUV around and headed down the sandy track. I reached over and squeezed Renee’s thigh. Her hands closed over mine, holding me there. I was sure I felt her roll her pelvis a little, like she wanted to dry hump but subdued it—just like that fucking smile she’d definitely had in her belly all day.
Yeah, Renee had my fucking measure alright. She had everything under control and the way she wanted it. I was all too aware that she was my meal ticket these days, but I was still the fucking man, right! Fuck she was gonna get it when I got her into bed that night. I hadn’t screwed her in ages. I had to stop jacking off over internet porn and fucking man up with her.
I squeezed into her, feeling back further and touching the hot dampness of her inner thigh. She definitely humped my hand a bit. She was looking straight ahead but that smile was right there in her eyes. I glanced down her beautiful body and remembered one night only a couple of months ago, my mate Jordan had dropped by and Renee had walked out of the bedroom topless and just with her arm across her tits. Jordan was sitting on a lounge chair with his mouth open and his eyes bulging out of his head. Renee walked right past without seeing him there, too busy yabbering on at me. She went into the laundry and rummaged through the wash basket. Then she turned in the doorway with a bra in her hand and stood facing me and Jordan with her tits bare while she was still going on about me not having put away the washing or some shit. Then she looked up and her eyes popped open. She had her hands behind her back, doing up her bra clasp. The little lacy trim thing was hanging down and her tits were full on bare!
Jordan was staring at them. Renee seemed to freeze. The bra slipped from her grasp and one side of it flung around, and she dropped it and put her hands over her tits. Her face went bright red and she just stood there gawking back at Jordan. Then she kind of grimaced and half grinned, and she lowered to pick up the bra, flashing her tits again when she adjusted one arm to cover both.
The thing about it though—like, the thing I remember most—she stayed facing us the whole time. She could have backed into the laundry and that, but she didn’t, she walked towards us and was all fucking giggly and saying hi to Jordan. And he was getting a fucking eyeful, with her just holding that one arm over her tits for a good couple of minutes while we all chatted and laughed.
“So, you know that time when you came out topless and Jordan was there?” I reminded my wife and met her immediate little blush in response. “I actually don’t mind that that happened so much now. It was pretty fucking hot when I think about it.”
“Oh yeah?”
I shrugged. “It would be hot if you went topless while we’re here at all. I wouldn’t mind you getting checked out a bit.”
“Hmm, I’ve been wondering how you felt about that kind of thing nowadays. It was a complete accident that time with Jordan.”
I felt my face flush a little. “Complete accident, huh?”
“Yes, it was an accident!” Renee defended, glaring through her smile and blush.
I glanced from the little track I was negotiating. “I think it was an accident at first, up until you dropped your bra.” I glanced again. “Then you came over with just your arm across your tits!” I looked at my wife’s chest then back at her face. “I think we just laughed it off, didn’t we? So did Jordan.”
“Hmm, I guess,” Renee said softly. “And has Jordan ever mentioned another time he caught me less than fully dressed?”
“What?” My entire body flushed. “When?”
“About a month later, one Saturday night you guys came home really drunk and stoned, and I only half woke up at the noise you were making. Then I was just lying there on our bed but with the covers kicked off because it was so hot. I was completely naked and lying on my back. I was barely even awake but kind of registered that you guys were back. Then I saw the door move a little and I woke up a bit more, enough to make out Jordan’s face in the light coming from the living room.”
“Aw fuck, seriously! He was fucking perving on you?!”
“Yes, but he was swaying drunkenly there in the doorway, holding the door handle with one hand and feeling his package with the other. And I didn’t quite know what to do because it was turning me on, Martin. I had my legs open and the light from the living room was across my whole body.”
“Oh fuck me!” I cried, shocked. I don’t know what else I was feeling. My cock was firming though. “So, what happened then, baby? Did you say anything to him?”
Renee grimaced. “I was just watching him look at me. He was swaying so badly and was staring between my legs mostly but he looked at my face and saw me watching him.”
“Aw fuck!”
“I know, Martin, but he was so drunk and out of it. He just stood there holding his crotch and rubbing his mouth.”
“Yeah, but what did you do, baby? I never knew anything about this.”
“I know. You were crashed out on the lounge, so I realized later.” Renee squeezed my hand, pulling it across and over her thigh again. “I didn’t do anything, Martin. I just laid there and let him look at me for another minute before he turned and walked away.”
“Oh shit. Holy fuckin’ shit, baby. That’s fucked up, isn’t it? Why haven’t you said anything?”
Renee grimaced guiltily again. “Because I liked it.” She held my gaze as I glanced from the track again. “Because things have been so unexciting between us, and I loved the attention, I suppose.”
That struck a chord. That was fair enough, I had to admit to myself. I just swallowed hard and intertwined fingers with Renee as she squeezed mine.
She took a big breath and grimaced. “I often let you guys look up my skirt or dress... All your friends try to sneak a peep when they come over, don’t they?”
I swallowed hard and looked to my wife again. I looked at her legs, where she had bunched the hem of her dress up a bit and had the crotch of her panties exposed. She was right about the guys always trying to check her out.
“Have you ever noticed how I always go and get changed when I come home and any of your friends are there, Martin?”
I took a breath. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“And always into something short or revealing up top.”
“You always look sexy, baby.” I swallowed hard again.
“Hmm, I try.”
Renee’s panties were chequered blue and white. I’d seen them around home plenty of times. I’d seen my buddies checking those particular ones out a few times too. I knew they always tried to get a look up her skirts. I wasn’t aware she had been dressing to deliberately flash for them.
“But you wouldn’t ever let anything happen though, would you, love? Nothing beyond a bit of flashing and tease, right?”
Renee’s blush fired up. “No! Of course not!”
I swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. “Okay, good.”
“But..?” Renee’s eyes changed to tease.
“But what?”
She shrugged a little. “What about the way I was dressed with Keith the other night? You haven’t said anything.”
“That was pretty fucking revealing, love. Those tiny panties were wedged inside of you. It’s like they were stuck to you.”
“Mmm I know.” Renee moaned as she cuddled closer and reached for my cock. “They were completely soaked. That’s why they were stuck to me, Martin.”
“Aw fuck.”
“Uh huh, and I’ve got more tiny lace panties like that for our holiday too. And I’ve got even shorter nighties to wear with them.”
