Isn't It What You Wanted?

"I'm forty three years old! What the hell is the matter with you?" I cringed at the tone in Sharon's voice.

I had just mentioned a couple of stories I had read online about a guy who enjoyed seeing his wife do some peekaboo stuff. The one I liked was probably trite but it had to do with a mature woman that went out shoe shopping with her hubby and let the clerk have a peek.

Then they both got all excited and took it home and got it on. For some reason that peaked my interest, I had read the same story maybe 30 times and even bookmarked it. Finally I had opened my mouth and told the wife that it might be a kick in the ass to see her do something like that.

Which is when she exploded, just about like I figured she might do. Fantasies, everyone has them but they are usually best left deep on the mind.

It had taken me a long time to even bring it up, of course I didn't mention that story to Sharon right off the bat. She was always on the conservative side anyway. Big heavy bras, white cotton panties, slacks and full pullover tops was the way she always dressed.

Part of that has to do with her being sure her fanny is way to big and her tits are way too small, but the truth is that her body is unblemished and there isn't a single roll of fat anywhere on her.

Booty, they call her behind. Round and firm, smooth as silk, which I delight in playing with. Letting my fingertips trace over the curves, then trickle upwards and over her tight little rectum gets her hot and panting.

We never actually tried anal sex, the idea of that never did anything for me, but she sure comes alive if I rub her gently there, a dollop of lotion on my fingertips.

She was never really wild in the bedroom, though. Willing would be a better word.

Maybe I was bored, maybe I missed the exciting idea of something new, something sexy.

The closest we had ever come to anything that I would call exhibitionism was when we were sitting on the beach at Waikiki, she had sat up and then leaned forward to brush some sand off of her foot. Her top had gapped open and I could see the whole thing sitting there in the cup. I had looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching, but no one was.

That gave me a woodie I could break boards with, let me tell you!

Why did that excite me? I don't know, I had seen her naked a thousand times, sucked on her titties and played with them, tweaked her nipples, think of something and I did it.

But seeing her sitting there like that, one of her pretty little boobies in her bikini cup completely bare, right out in public where someone, anyone might see it got my old boner up and ready to go. Sharon's boobies are interesting, they are wider apart than most women I have seen photos of, and they just sit there like two halves of an Orange. Her nipples stick out all the time, and they stick out even more when I get her fussed up. So I sat there and stared at her nipple, it was right out in the open, plain as day, that was hot.

It was only an hour later and I had her down on her back and reached the biggest and best orgasm of my entire life. If something really gets me going I seem to grow an extra full inch, of course Sharon notices that.

The truth is she liked that one, too, she spent another hour trying to get me going for seconds, finally I even did manage.

"What set this off?" She grinned at me, her right hand idly stroking up and down my spent shaft.

"You just looked so beautiful out on the beach today is all." I managed. I was reasonably sure that she had no idea her tittie was peeking out of her outfit.

My comment got her snuggled up even tighter, her lips nibbling at my earlobe as she rolled the head of my penis between her fingertips.

It stayed fairly soft but that sure felt good, I reached down and lightly rolled the very tip of one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, getting a purr out of her.

Yea, I know, I read the stories. It seems that in the stories the guys can't get it back down if they use a meat tenderizer and an anvil and smack it over and over.

Me? I am 52 years old, and it comes up just fine and stays that way, until it goes off. Then I am usually all done for about half a day.

But I also have a tongue, fingers and toes, one time I used my big toe on Sharon and got her to giggling so hard she wet herself...and my foot.

"There ain't a damned thing wrong with me!" I yelled right back after she asked me what was wrong with me.

She called me a pervert, too. She sounded a little bit upset but she really didn't look all that upset.

"So I am a pervert, so what? I'm just a guy, I like to look at women and so do other guys, so what's the big deal?"

"I can't believe you want me to do something like that." Sharon went into her little pout mode. I think she was a bit taken back by my yelling right back at her, I almost never yell about anything.

"It was just a silly fantasy, no big deal. Let it go, ok?" Opening my mouth and letting out a secret fantasy now had me embarrassed. I went into the living room and turned on the news, kicked my recliner back. She went into the kitchen and began banging pans around, that was where that ended up.

Pervert, huh? Yea, probably.

The cookies were good, she came out about two hours later with a glass of milk and a whole plate of peace offerings. Sugar cookies made with the brown sugar, chunks of dark chocolate melted into them, some honey to keep them from coming apart when I dipped them into the milk.

Later we were on the bed and I tried to do that big toe thing again but she squirted away from me, giggling. I even chased her for awhile with no success, then she was on top of me and had her arms pressed against the bed on each side of me, those round little titties right in my face.

Her nipples were sticking out real nice, too.

So I guessed all was just fine.

A few days later I came home from work and she was reading one of her romance novels. I don't know how she can read that crap, there is always some big hunky guy and some poor soft little woman who meet, then get together, have a falling out and end up back together again.

Mixed in there are the strong "members" and rippling six pack abdomens, breasts with skin like soft butter.

Hell, I have a six pack abdomen, too.

Mine is just padded a little bit.

Pages and pages of crap about what they think and feel, on and on, no end to it. None of it sounds real. Hell, in real life we get them drunk, down on their back, rub their boobs and suck on their nipples, nail the hell out of them and then go bowling or something.

Well, that's what we guys tell each other, anyway.

The good part is she gets really deep into that shit and leaves me alone, I then can go turn on the computor and read my own stories.

My favorite stories are much better.

Usually about some big strong won't take no shit off nobody type guy sticking his 12 incher into some soft little woman with 38DD knockers while she squeals in delight.

Much better than her romance crap.

I found another story that sounded interesting, it was about some guy who took his wife to see a Doctor and they were a bit lax about modesty and she ended up showing off her bare beaver to just about everyone on the planet before it was over.

Her tits were perky but only 36DD's.

Stupid story, not believable at all. I mean, come on, a salesman ends up in the room watching the Doctor stick his fingers in the guy's wife while a whole bunch of people outside can see right in through the door that didn't get quite closed?

The wife looks up and sees them, but lays back with her eyes closed, grinning?

Yea, like sure that could happen.

I bookmarked that one, too.

Maybe I shouldn't have, Sharon found it and read it. I had gone to the bathroom to drop a load and I could hear her giggling from clear in there.

I came out to find her sitting there reading the last page.

"I can't believe you like this stuff!" She smirked at me.

"Better than that crap you read!" I snapped back, my face turning bright red.

"Same stuff, just more sex. You are such a pervert." She smirked at me, but it hit me that her tone had changed to one I found familiar.

I stepped up behind her and reached down to get a handful of her 34BB's, by the time we got to the couch and I got her white cotton panties peeled off she was all sloppy wet.

"You got all excited thinking about showing off your fat pussy, didn't you?" I muttered as I rammed it home.

She didn't answer, just grunted. Then she went off like a danged firecracker, another rare thing for her. Sharon actually does climax pretty easily, good thing too since I am good for maybe 3 minutes or so.

Of course that's her fault, she is tight as hell and uses those neat muscles.

Yea, she fires one off pretty easily, but not that easily.

Not normal at all.

Interesting stuff, which I promptly forgot about when my reality TV show came on. I figured that this was going to be the week they voted off that one sneaky prick I hated, how in the hell could those stupid people not see right through that guy's shit?

Oh, well. They couldn't even build a fire, bunch of stupid assholes. Sharon came in and crawled in my lap, making it hard for me to see around her. She kept rubbing my dick, too. She sure was acting funny lately.

It's not easy to watch TV and fuck at the same time but I managed. Sharon was acting quite a bit hornier than she normally was but after the short yelling match I didn't make any more suggestions about her flashing anyone.

It was maybe a week later, a Friday afternoon, I came home from work to find her sitting on the couch in the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary there except she had on her prettiest dress. There was a box sitting on the coffee table.

"What's that?" I asked her.

"Oh, I went to town and bought some shoes today."

"Oh." It didn't register on me, I sat down in my chair and reached for my newspaper.

"Don't you want to see them?"

"Now just why the fuck would I want to see her damned new shoes?" I thought, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

"Sure, is that them?" I glanced down at the box, then back up at Sharon. It took me a second or two, then it hit me that she was sitting there on the couch with her legs carelessly open.

And there wasn't a single stitch on underneath it!

I sat up straight, looked at her.

"You mean....did you...?"

"Yes, these are really nice, too." She said, opening the box and showing me a pair of what looked like..well, shoes to me.

"Did you..were you?" My face flushed, I was staring at her now nearly hairless pussy showing clear as a bell underneath her dress.

"Now whatever do you mean, honey?" She asked innocently.

"You bought shoes!" I kept looking down at her, she had one of the shoes in her hand and was looking it over.

"Yes, I told you I did. What's the matter?" She batted her fucking eyes at me.

"You don't have any panties on!"

She just looked at me, then tucked her dress tighter between her legs coyly.

"Oh, I guess I don't." She smiled, got up and went into the kitchen. I sat there surprised.

"Where did you get them?" I asked. I was maybe two steps behind her.

"Get what? Oh, the new shoes? At the shoe store, why?"

"You know what I mean! You shaved, too!"

Sharon grinned and stepped up close to me, reached down and ran her finger up and over the bulge in my jeans.

"I see you really like my new shoes, don't you?" She gave me a little squeeze and that ended up with dinner getting burned.

Afterwards, we showered together, another thing we hadn't done in years. That was kinda fun, actually. Then I took her out to dinner, we shared a big plate of fried shrimp and a couple of bowls of chowder.

Sharon had changed into a different dress, another one I hadn't seen before. The neckline on it was low enough that I could see the tops of her little titties, that kept me looking at her all evening. Once I deliberately brushed up against her to see if she had on a bra.

She didn't. A couple of times I reached down to find out if she was wearing panties but that got my hand slapped.

I did find out once we got back to the house, she was. White cotton ones, too.

Once I got her into a position where I could ask her about anything, you know the one I mean, knees apart and heels in the air, I asked her straight out.

My voice was a bit husky I think.

"Were you wearing panties at the shoe store?" I managed to get out, between grunts.

"Yea, I was." There was a hesitation there.

"But you weren't when I got home?" I was managing to keep it up, my poor pecker was getting a bit overworked lately.

"I just wanted to see your reaction." She giggled. For some reason that was pretty hot, I managed a good dribble and then I was all done. It wasn't one of those wild and crazy mind blowing sessions of sex, it was just real nice.

The only thing different was the volume, we had done it about three times more than normal the last few days.

I woke up the next morning with my foreskin twice normal size, it kinda hurt.

"Honey, I am all swollen up." I told her.

"What? Again?" Her eyes were sleepy, but she rolled over and reached for me.

"Ouch! No, not that, I am swollen up! It hurts."

"Oh." Then she broke out laughing, dammit, it wasn't funny one bit.

"Here, let me help you." She got up and went into the medicine cabinet, got some kind of lotion and rubbed it on me.

That felt good.

Then she went and showered, I thought about joining her again but then I thought better of that. The end of my pecker looked a lot like a Dandelion, the foreskin so swollen it wouldn't even cover the tip.

By weekend I was mostly back to normal, I rolled out of bed and got some coffee, turned on the computor. I scanned the new list of stories, opened a couple but closed them quickly when they went off into things I didn't like. Somehow guys that had 12 inch long dicks just don't sound real, hell, I happen to know I am pretty large, at least 8 inches.

Well, depending on how I measure it.

Then I opened a new story in the loving wives section, it was about a woman that went out of her way to tease her husband but refused to do anything where she might be seen by anyone. It wasn't really hot with crazy wild sex except for the fact that the writer was describing getting herself turned on thinking about her doing things like that. She just didn't have the courage to do anything.

It was a little bit like Sharon had been acting, she was teasing me with things like sitting there with no panties on, making me think she had actually gone out and let someone look right at her pretty pussy, right up close.

Of course I knew that she would never actually do anything like that, still, it was exciting. I listened carefully, I could hear Sharon's soft snores in the bedroom, she was sound asleep.

So I quietly unzipped my pants and slid my fingers inside, letting them stroke myself as I read the tale of what the woman was thinking, the struggles she was having with herself.

Then I read the part about she and her hubby being out for dinner, sitting by the wall with two guys sitting across from them at a center table. The woman had allowed her legs to part carelessly, seeing the men glance down out of the corner of her eye. She had felt her body flush with excitement, then mustering her courage, she had opened them slightly more. Her hubby's hand came down and touched her bare inner thigh, encouraging her.

She glanced at him, saw the lust in his eyes.

{She felt the cool air on her naked pussy, saw first one man's eyes, then the other's widen in surprise.

One of them broke into a huge grin, she reached down and slid the hem of her dress upwards, almost absentmindedly as they....}

"Now what the hell are you doing?" I heard Sharon's voice. She was standing by the door looking in at me. Startled, I jerked my hand out of my pants, knocked my coffee cup off the counter onto the keyboard.

The screen went dark.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

Sharon started laughing.

"What's so damned funny?"

"Looks like your pecker isn't sore anymore."

"I was just...."

"I know what you were doing, that must have been a dandy story." She giggled again and went back into the bedroom.

I got my pants fastened back up, jerked the wires to the keyboard and shook it out. I tried it again, nothing, so I went into the hall closet and got my old one. I plugged it in and the machine booted right up. It seemed to work just fine expect I kept hitting the "P" key instead of the "O" because the letters were worn off.

I heard Sharon bustling around in the kitchen so I quickly logged back into the website. It took several tries before I found the story again.

{...Slid the hem of her dress upwards, almost absentmindedly as they both leaned forward staring.

She knew the moment she came completely into their view, the one man flushed and reached for his cup of coffee, taking a sip. His eyes never left her swollen hairless pussy, his mouth opened slightly. The other man sat there with a huge grin.

She allowed her right leg to move sideways until her knee touched her husband's, she knew that now the way she was sitting was blatant, exposed completely. She could feel herself swell, her upper body shuddered slightly in passion as a trickle of moisture escaped. Her husband glanced down, grinned and leaned her way.

"Do you think they can see you?" He whispered in her ear.

"If they can't then they are fucking blind!" She answered, her body sliding into an involuntary small climax. Her legs were now so wide that she felt her lips part and open. Another shudder ran though her body.

"Take me home! Take me home and fuck me, now!" She whispered to her man, looking the stranger seated directly in front of her in the eyes. He was still grinning broadly, his eyes met hers, and he winked.

Her husband stood and held out his hand, she took it and got up, her knees felt slightly weak. They made it to the car, she climbed over and onto him, grabbing at his burgeoning foot long erection. She managed to slide down on top of him, feeling the steering wheel bang into her behind with each thrust. Her now bare 38DD breasts were mashed against his face as he licked greedily at the needle like tips.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a couple walk by towards the restaurant. Lost in passion, she did not stop. The woman looked in at them, turned to the man with her.

"Wow, those two are going at it right out here in the...."}

"Pancakes are ready, honey!" Sharon called out from the kitchen.

I got up and went in for breakfast, washing my hands in the sink first.

"Did you get the computer working again?"

"Yea, it's fine."

"So what are we going to do today?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"Maybe go to the lake, have a picnic? You can fish and I can get some Sun."

"Picnic? Fishing? Sure, but...." Sharon never wanted to go with me when I went fishing.

"Neat. I will pack a lunch."

Now what the hell?

Oh, well. I finished breakfast, went out and got my pole and tackle box. Sharon sure was acting oddly lately. I didn't mind much, though. A chance to go fishing, that sounded good to me.

We drove down to the lake, Sharon found a spot and spread some blankets, I went down by the shore and cast a few times, getting no response. I glanced back at Sharon just in time to see her tug her T-shirt over her head. Then she stood up and slipped her jeans off. She had on a tiny yellow bikini I had never seen before.

In fact, I had never seen her in a bikini before at all except on vacations, the few times we had been to the lake it was halter tops and shorts. I was watching her so closely I managed to toss my spinner up into a big Fir tree. I broke the line trying to get it loose, so I walked back to where Sharon was stretched out on her stomach to get another one.