I am writing this story with my husband's help. He told me to just write it like I was telling it to a friend, then he would edit, so that is what I have done.
The first 20 years of the marriage between Ted and I were uneventful. I had no need to sleep around, in fact it never crossed my mind. After all, this man can make me come by licking my nipples. There were a few other lovers before we met, of course. Some of them, actually most...did the same thing. But Ted is different, and I have no explanation for it.
In all those years, Ted never mentioned that he had an interest in watching other men look at me. There was no mention of swapping, swinging, nothing. I was well aware of his activities in his massage practice, he made no secret of it. I couldn't even be jealous, for him, it was and is perfectly normal.
He did buy me a few articles of clothing that could best be described as naughty, though. I sometimes wore them around the house for his benefit. Usually that would end up with him reaching for me, and I absolutely love it when he does that!
Then one day about 3 years ago, we had plans to attend a big picnic. It was out at a park on the Sandy River, not far from Portland. There were to be about 150 people there, just one of those weekend get-togethers the Massage School Ted teaches at puts on once a year.
That Saturday morning we woke up, it was hot as hell outside. By 9 in the morning, it was already 95°, and heading up!
I was in no mood to suffer in a blouse and pair of slacks, so I slipped on a pair of thin panties, some baggy shorts, and a loose thin T-shirt that had the sleeves cut out. I just skipped the bra, figuring I would be fine sitting around in the shade.
When we got to the park, there were a bunch of young guys over by this huge barbeque making monstrous clouds of smoke, trying to cook some steaks and hot dogs. The ladies were spreading things out on a long row of boards they had set up on some cement blocks, with dish after dish of potluck. It all looked wonderful. I set down the big dish of Potato salad I had made with half a dozen others, and turned to head for where Ted was spreading our blanket. Just then one of the ladies asked me if I would help serve the salad as the folks came down the line.
No problem, I could do that, so I took my post.
As soon as the platter of cremated remains arrived, we started serving. The blocks they had all the food on was very low, I had to bend over to scoop up the salad, and I didn't even realize that ever time I did, the t-shirt would fall away from my chest and bare my breasts! Anyone standing on either side had a completely unobstructed view through the armholes, too!
I happily served up the salad for about 15 minutes, when I looked up and spotted Ted watching me intently. I knew the look on his face all too well. Slightly confused, I went back to serving. After I finished up, I fixed us a couple of plates and went over and plopped down on the blanket to eat.
"God you looked hot!" Ted told me. "Hot?" I asked, "What do you mean?"
He realized that I didn't know that I had just leaned over one at a time in front of at least 50 men in a row and given them a clear look at my small titties. So he told me, I gasped in shock, glanced down at my T-shirt, and tried to pull the armholes together.
"No, don't," Ted said. "You look great, and I like it".