Paintball club (part 2)
Author's note:
This story is built on situations and characters developed in a previous chapter. Please go back and read the first installment.
I woke up horny as hell after dreaming about that little teen girl at the adult store, but it was a work day and there just wasn't time to do anything about it. I didn't need another shower, not after the one the previous afternoon, but my wife liked her morning shower to wake her up, so I was treated to her bare body showing in the mirror while I shaved. She turned the water off and wrapped a towel around herself as she stepped from the large walk-in shower to the sink. She reached around me, pressing herself against my back and butt. "Someone's horny already this morning," she whispered as she wrapped both hands around my dick and slowly stroked my morning wood. She leaned her face closer to mine and nibbled my earlobe. "Too bad we don't have time for a little quickie. For some reason my pussy is already tingling."
"Yeah? Why is that?" I whispered back, wiping the last of the shaving soap from my face and then turning in her arms to face her.
She pulled the towel from around herself and let it fall to the ground. She pressed herself against me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her nipples hardening where they were pressed into my chest and her curly pubic hair pressing against my hard-on. "Because I've been thinking about a promise I made yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"You didn't forget, did you?"
"Forget what promise?" I asked, practically admitting that I had forgotten.
She pressed her lips to mine for a few moments and then rubbed her nose against mine playfully. "The promise to wear that bustier today."
"Oh!" I answered, recalling now that promise and exactly how she looked in it.
"I'm still trying to figure out how to wear it without showing everyone in the office my tits. But then, maybe that's what I should do? Let the office see my sexy tits?"
I chuckled. "That's an interesting thought, but we both know you won't, and it's a good thing. You wanna keep your job. Besides I'm not sure you'd have the courage to actually leave your boobs exposed like that all day."
"You're right of course," she said with a sigh. "But it was a pretty exhilarating thought, at least for a moment. God, can you imagine how David would react if my tits showed through my blouse? He'd probably come unglued."
I chuckled again. "Yeah. He already practically can't keep his eyes off your cleavage. You'd think that after two years he'd get used to seeing it," I answered, thinking about her twenty-eight year old co-worker that seemed to have a thing for her big breasts.
"It's because his wife has such little tits," she giggled as she stepped back. She lifted her hands to her big thirty-eight D's and cupped both mounds, lifting them and squeezing them to make her nipples poke out at me. "He just wants to get his hands on some real titties!"
"You are so bad!" I said as she laughed and leaned towards me again. We kissed briefly and then she pushed me out of the way of the sink with a smile on her face.
"Go get dressed. I've still gotta do my makeup."
"Yes ma'am," I said jokingly as I stepped from the bathroom. It didn't take me long to dress, then it was off to the kitchen to pack lunches for both of us. When my wife finally did come out, I was stunned. She always dressed nice for work, but she had to do some serious digging in the closet for what she had on. I remembered the mid-thigh length black skirt from several years ago, but hadn't seen her get it out for quite a while. When she bought it she really liked it. It wasn't until a friend pointed out that the slit up the back extended high enough that if she bent over far enough you could see her panties. It seemed like after that she rarely wore it, and never to work. The blouse I had seen in recent months, most recently for one of our date nights. The light beige button down blouse only had half a dozen buttons, none of them going any higher than the middle of her chest. She had several bras that were cut down low enough in the front and pushed together enough, to allow this blouse to show a significant amount of cleavage. I'd never seen her wear it to work though. Down at the bottom of the deep vee I could see a little of the white lace peeking up between the beige material. The frilly deep V-neckline also had a significant amount of material that hung down in wavy flowing folds that hung down over her breasts.
She grinned at me and pushed the flowing folds up into the V of creamy white cleavage, allowing me to see that her nipples and areola most certainly DID show through the thin material of the blouse. "I'm going to have to be awfully careful or someone is going to get an eyeful."
"You can say that again." I nodded.
"Who knows. Maybe David will get a little peek at a lot more than he expects."
"Don't do anything to jeopardize your job sweetie. We don't need that kind of trouble."
"What kind of trouble? It's not like I'm intentionally showing anything off."
I stepped over to her and gently smoothed the material down over her tits and then grabbed them through the blouse. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my palms. "You are turning into a VERY naughty girl all of a sudden."
"I know. Don't you love it?" she said with a giggle before leaning towards me and kissing me. "Now. What's for breakfast?"
We had breakfast and headed off to work to start our days. I couldn't help but wonder if my wife would really partially flash David. I'd met him at the last Christmas party. He was in his late twenties, kind of thin and lanky with an equally tall, thin athletic wife. She'd told me that every time they had to work in close quarters, she felt like he was always trying to look down her blouse. I didn't know if he was or not, but at least my wife felt like he was. With what she had on today, if he did, he was in for one hell of a view.
I kind of forgot about my wife, being buried in my own work. That was until I got a text about eleven o'clock. I pulled my phone out and checked, thankful that I did it in my office and not in some public place. I'd recognize my wife's pussy anywhere. But this anywhere was sitting in an office chair without any panties on. A second text came moments later. "Just couldn't resist taking them off, especially with this skirt. Think about that before you get home tonight!"
My first thought was, who the hell was she flashing? With the slit up the back of that dress, it wouldn't take much to hike the skirt high enough that her pussy would show if she bent over far enough. My second thought was that maybe she needed to talk to someone. I forwarded the picture and the following text to Shelly, asking her if she could come over and see us tonight.
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I'd love to come over and talk, or maybe more than talk? Looks like someone is horny as hell."
