I have a very beautiful wife that I developed a deep desire to show off, and the story I'm about to tell describes the impact of that obsession on our relationship. Interestingly, my desires are relatively new, and an almost 180 degree turn from how I felt and acted when we first got together. At that time, I was extremely possessive and would often become insanely jealous when another man dared to look at her. After several near altercations, she finally laid down the law, making it clear my behavior had to stop. It was very tough at first but, I really didn't have a choice, and the strange thing was that as time went by I grew to like witnessing the attention she attracted.
Jacqueline or Jackie for short is a 28 year old, very attractive, educated and stylish woman who exudes charm in a way that is rarely encountered these days. She has a slender frame and is 5'7" tall with raven hair, dark brown eyes, a beautiful complexion and full juicy lips. In addition, she has C-cup breasts that sit high on her chest, and are perfectly proportioned for her body type. My favorite features are her long legs and tight butt, toned from a religious workout schedule, and of course her very kissable mouth.
I was taken with her from the moment we met and our friends never tire of telling stories about how I followed her around like a puppy. It took a while but, she finally accepted me as a boyfriend, and after dating for a year we got married. That was five years ago, and so far we have held off starting a family as we continue to enjoy our freedom and each other.
While Jackie certainly carries the title of best looking in our relationship, I feel reasonably comfortable with my looks. I'm 5'11" tall and weigh 170 pounds with a full head of sandy blonde hair. I never lacked for female company, and that was one of the issues Jackie had when we first got together, as she wanted to be completely certain I was committed to her.
Like I said above, my jealousy was a problem when we were dating and reached its peak in the first year after we were married. That's when she gave me the ultimatum and I was forced to change, and it was two years later when an event occurred that I look at now as the seminal moment in the development of my current obsession.
Amongst her friends, Jackie is held in high regard not only for her looks and style but, also for her manners and charm. She can be funny and competitive although, it's never at the expense of someone's feelings and thus, she is something of the go to person for any crisis or when a shoulder to cry on is needed. In addition, she has the reputation of being the most conservative of the group which they tease her about often although, always in a friendly way.
The fateful day occurred the weekend before her 27th birthday when a package arrived addressed to her. Opening it, she found a very risqué Brazilian thong bikini from her friend Susan.
"Jackie, hope you enjoy. I know how much you want to change your image!" Susan's note read. Clearly, it was meant as a gag gift, and I stepped off to the side to try and hide my grin.
"Oh, Susan," Jackie said, shaking her head.
"Try it on," I suggested.
"No," she stated, simply.
"Jackie, come on. It won't hurt," I tried.
"No, you'll tell. Next time you're drinking with the boys you'll tell," she replied.
"Please, I promise I won't," I begged, trying to show sorrowful eyes.
"I swear, if you tell..." she threatened, clearly delivering a message.
"I won't," I declared, again.
With a sigh, she left me in the kitchen and disappeared into the back of the small house. A few minutes later she returned and when I saw her I was speechless. She was a stunning combination of beauty, sexiness and just plain hot, and I realized that like my voice, the muscles in my body wouldn't work either. So, I just stood there and gaped at her for what seemed like eternity.
"Wow," I finally forced out, with great effort.
"I feel like I'm naked," she said, with a worried look.
"You look amazing. Besides, no one can see you so relax," I said, trying to reassure her.
"Thanks. I'm going to change," she stated.
"No, Jackie. Please...no," I implored, which stopped her turn.
"Why?" she asked.
"I don't know. Please, just no. You look so incredible. It's just us," I begged.
A tiny smile crossed her face and she said, "Okay, for a little bit."
Now that I knew I had time, I got to take in the full picture, and it was indeed incredible. Her firm breasts were heaving out the front and sides of the top and the bottoms just had a thin strip that barely covered her mound. In the back, there was just a tiny string of material that disappeared between her firm butt cheeks. I knew that in many parts of the world this was standard fare but, here with my pretty and conservative wife it was very unique.
Over the next thirty minutes we talked, and she moved about the house becoming more comfortable as the time passed. Then, I had an inspiration and although it took me another five minutes to summon my courage, I finally spoke.
"Honey, why don't we go and sit outside for a while," I asked, with a bone dry mouth.
"Have you gone insane?" she replied, instantly.
It took fifteen more minutes to convince her that no one would see her in our small, fenced back yard, and I pulled the lounge chairs together so we would be close. Like inside, at first she was stiff but as the minutes ticked by I could see her body relax, and when I was sure she wouldn't bolt I got up to get us some ice tea. It was on the way back with a glass in each hand, when I paused to look at her through the window, that my obsession was born. At that instant, I thought about someone slyly peeking through or over the fence, and rather than jealousy I felt arousal.
Later that day, after we had come inside, made love and rested I was drinking a glass of wine thinking about my reaction and wondering how I could have turned so dramatically from my previous state. I really couldn't come up with a good answer, at least not one I understood, which left it as an open issue in my brain, that in the ensuing months I returned to often. Despite those times of reflection and self-analysis, I never truly came up with an answer that made sense, and eventually I just resigned myself to accept that it was what it was.
Of course, just as Jackie feared, next time we were together with friends, and the beer was flowing I told what had happened which brought all kinds of ribbing from both the men and women. It also brought a dirty look from my wife and two weeks in the dog house with no sex.
I first broached the subject with Jackie about being a bit more adventurous when it came time to select her dress for a New Year's Eve party. Of course, I was pushing for something sexy, and when I brought it up she had asked me to be more specific and clarify what I was talking about like she was really interested in the idea but, when she appeared ready to go she was dressed in her normal style, having made no effort to fulfill my request. Unfortunately, that was to become our normal routine. I would present an idea, and although she would discuss it with great interest, in the end she would completely dismiss it.
During it all, she never got angry, and other than occasionally calling me "weird" she never became judgmental. Since she never gave an outright "no" to my requests, it left me with just enough hope to keep trying. However, she was always able to come up with a reason why it wasn't practical in the particular situation.
One of the activities Jackie and I love to do together is sail, and we are part owners in a nice 34' boat that's kept on the bay. On our route to and from the marina, we pass some inlets where the powerboat crowd, preferring calmer waters, likes to hang out. Lining the shore were several ice houses that acted as home base for the flotilla, and were notorious for the party scene that occurred most weekends during the summer.
"Maybe we should pull in for a drink," I suggested to Jackie as we passed on our way home, like I had done a dozen times before.
"Together?" she asked, with a little giggle.
My obsession, which had started in our own backyard, had continued to develop, and now included the fantasy of watching her alone in a bar being approached and hit on by strangers. Over the past year, I had brought it up often, and Jackie would always decline with a smile or a quick laugh. It had turned into something of a standard game for us, and she was no more surprised by my suggestion than I was by her response.
"I was thinking I would let you walk in alone. Just to see what will happen," I replied. It was the same general concept I had proposed numerous times, and each time her reply had been a fear that we would know someone in the bar.
"You know there is a high probability we would run into someone we know," she answered with a smile. Unfortunately, there was truth in her statement and the last thing I wanted to do was damage my wife's stellar reputation.
"I know but....I know," I replied. For a moment I thought about arguing but stopped.
"We could go in and get a mojito," she suggested.
With a smile at her, I whipped the SUV into the parking lot. It was the way the conversation ended about a third of the time. But, even though I wasn't going to get my way, I still enjoyed Jackie's company, and watching how the men reacted, even with her next to me, was always fun.
The place was packed as was normal for a late Saturday afternoon, with boats lined up three deep along the pier but, we were able to find two seats at the long bar, and after ordering drinks we leaned back in our chairs to survey the crowd. It was mostly a young scene made up of a mixture of professionals from the city and middle class working people from nearby connected by a common theme to drink and party hard.
Because the winds had been light that day, we had stayed dry so Jackie wore her t-shirt and khaki shorts over her bikini. I would have loved to see her cavorting on the outside deck in her bikini, like many of the women were doing but, I knew from experience it wasn't going to happen. Still, with her beauty, her tanned skin and her long smooth legs she was getting lots of looks. In the past, a few bold and drunk men had tried to be cool and strike up a conversation, but today we were left alone. So, after finishing the drink we left with me feeling a measure of disappointment.
Later at home, after we had cleaned up and had a snack for dinner, we were snuggled together watching TV when Jackie returned to the bar discussion.
"I still don't understand how you went from super jealous to wanting to play games," she said, just throwing the subject on the table. We had danced around the subject a few times in the past but, both of us always seemed more comfortable in just letting it die, rather than delving into details.
"I think it's because we have grown together and we know each other better," I answered, without much thought.
"Meaning you trust me now?" Jackie asked, looking at me with her beautiful smile.
"I always trusted you. Maybe I just know more about relationships and people...and myself," I replied. It had always been a hard thing to describe, and even when I was just mulling it over in my head I never was able to really get clarity on my motivation.
"I think you have a perv streak. Maybe a fetish," she giggled. It was the most pointed and judgmental she ever been although, she was still acting lighthearted.
"Uhhh...well. I'm not sure that's exactly right," I responded, somewhat defensively.
