My Wife Celebrates Nude Day

Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This story is fiction, and at no time and in no way does this story intend to portray real life, actual circumstances, persons, situations, or actions. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended. This story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. This story is copyrighted by 49greg under United States Copyright law and the Bern Convention and may not be copied or posted anywhere without written permission.

This is my entry into the 2019 Nude Day contest.

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It started some time before Nude day. Which is something I'd heard of, but never thought about it, and didn't really know what it was. What surprised me was that my wife, Lisa, brought the subject up. Things seemed to go wild after that. It's probably partly my fault, and while I was surprised at what happened, I have to say I loved it.

So, from the beginning.

About a month or so ago we were having a normal quiet Friday evening. We'd finished supper, cleaned up the kitchen and were sitting in the living room basically killing time until we were ready to go to bed. And not sexy going to bed for fun between the sheets. That kind of fun was a few and far between occurrence now. Had been for a few years.

Well, its not like we never had sex any more, but once every five or six weeks was pretty much it. We'd been married for ten years now, the anniversary was several months in the past. I had crossed the half way point between thirty and forty a year ago, and Lisa was going to hit it next year. We both had decent jobs, we weren't in the three percent or anything, but we had plenty for what we wanted, and we never worried about paying bills or sudden medical problems.

No, what happened to us was that three or four years ago we found out that the probability of us having children was slim to none. My fault apparently. Just fewer little swimmers than average. Lots fewer. 'We' decided not to have children when we first got married, Lisa wanted to wait and let her career develop, even though at the time I was eager. Oddly, she seemed to take the news better than I did when we finally got ourselves tested.

But over the next few years sex seemed to get less frequent, as well as less passionate. Not that we thought about splitting up or anything. I suggested adoption, even test tube babies from some anonymous sperm donors. She turned that down. I'm not sure why. So that led us to where we were now. Or at least to where we were when this all started.

We were just sitting there. The TV was dark and silent. Lisa had earbuds in and was watching something streaming on her laptop. Some movie I guess. Or music. I was reading an e-book on my laptop. Bouncing between that and Wikipedia. Then out of the corner of my eyes I saw her move, she took her ear buds out.

"Mark honey, have you ever wanted a dog? I remember you talking about the one you used to have as a kid. Have you ever wanted another?" Lisa said.

I looked up. That came from way out of left field.

"Where did that come from? Do you want one?" I said. I thought maybe she was thinking of a substitute for kids. If so it had been a long time coming.

"I don't know. It just hit me."

"I hadn't thought about it. A dog's fine in a lot of ways, especially when you're a kid. I used to run with Jack, up and down the street, out to the park, I had a lot of energy then. Time flies when you're growing up but dogs don't live as long as we do, they pack all that energy into a lot less years. I was in Afghanistan on my first deployment when Jack got so sick they had to put him down. They never told me. I was sort of expecting one of those moments you hear about when the GI comes home and the dog runs all over him."

"That must have hurt," she said.

"Yeah. It sucked, the first thing I said to my folks was to ask about Jack. Oddly it got to me later more than at the time. Anyway I went to college after that, met you and here we are."

"I never thought about having one, just wondered if you would. Karen at work got one, or her husband did. Some high priced overbred thing that they can't house train. It got me wondering." she said.

"Lot of responsibility, have to think about boarding it when we go on vacation, even worry about it when we go out. Have to walk it, clean up the poops in the yard, or accidents in the house," I said.

"I couldn't walk around naked either," she said with a laugh.

As if she ever did.

"What? I mean if you want to strip down now that'd be great! But what made you say that?"

She just laughed. A wonderful silvery joyful laugh. Not something I'd heard in a while. It made me smile.

"Karen might be getting ready for nude day, or maybe she's a nudist at home. But she complained that their new dog gave a nip to her nipple when she bent over to pet it. Gave her quite a shock and a heck of a bruise," she said.

"Did you get to see it?"

"NO! Women don't go around showing off their breasts to each other in the ladies room all the time," she laughed.

I was quiet for a while, then spoke up.

"Nude day?"

"You know, national, or maybe international, I don't know. Nude day. Where people don't have to wear clothing. It's not official and I don't know if this this state has a legal stance or not about allowing women to go topless, or much less completely nude. But it's a thing," she said. She had a smile on her face, but it was sort of lopsided, and looked different, not like I'd seen from her before.

"Do you have any plans?" I asked. Hoping.

An image hit the movie screen in my brain, Lisa walking around the grocery store naked. Suddenly in that silent movie she was comparing sizes of cucumbers or zucchinis or some other tubular curved fruit.

When we first met Lisa had been pretty straight laced about things like nudity and sex. Her parents are to blame. When we finally started having sex, making love, she insisted on the lights being out and wouldn't even shower with me. She had improved in that area a lot since then and was very open minded about new ideas. Although things have gotten really dull lately. I couldn't imagine her being naked in public. Heck, even her swim suits were really modest. Not a two piece in sight, much less a bikini.

She looked at me with sort of a puzzled expression on her face, puzzled and yet with a bit of that smile.

"What do you have in mind? Would you want me to run around topless, maybe stroll down to the mail box in the afternoon in just a pair of panties?" she said with a smile. Again with that odd crooked smile I hadn't seen from her before.

It seemed like she was breathing a little heavier. Her eyes were looking deeply into mine and seemed to be a little deeper blue than usual, and she licked her lips, slowly, but apparently unconsciously. I saw a glint of moisture, sweat, on her upper lip.

It's odd, but there have been a few times, especially when we first got married, that when she got really, really, super turned on, she'd get this sheen of moisture on her body. It didn't stink or smell like sweat, and it wasn't gross or anything. It hadn't happened in a long time. And only a few times when we were first experimenting with sex.

Maybe her body would suddenly rev up her metabolism or something. Her face was just a little pinker, and her neck and what little I could see of her upper chest. And it was humid outside. Just then I felt a little warmer myself. I thought for a second before answering. This probably wasn't a trap, she didn't play games like that. But. I decided to make it a little joke, or at least a little wishful.

"Well, if the panties were one of those sexy things that you don't usually wear," I said, smiling.

"You're ... you're ... just incorrigible!" she was grinning.

She knew the panties I was talking about. She usually wore the plain ones, white, tan, a few in pastel colors, purchased in packages of three or four. The nice silky or satin ones, with matching bras, and a couple of garter belts, were ones I used to give her at Christmas or on Birthdays, along with nighties and stockings. She rarely ever wore them, and only at home if I badgered her. And she hadn't for a long time.

"I dare you!" I said, trying to up the ante.

"So you want me to put on a scandalous pair of panties, a pair that would make me stand out even more than if I was completely naked, and saunter down the driveway in broad daylight, step out past the curb, open the mailbox, take out whatever junk mail came that day, shuffle through the mail, then close the mailbox and saunter back here. All the time every movement of my body and arms making my breasts sway and bobble around?" she said.

Her hands were cupping her breasts as she said that.

She stared into my eyes the whole time she spoke. I was hard and painfully erect before she was half way through her speech. Im my mind I could see not only her boobs moving as she walked back, but her bottom as well. She had a wonderful butt.

"Yes," I said. I think my eyes were a little glazed. We'd never had a conversation like this, much less one that she initiated.

"I can't believe you got turned on by me just talking about it!" she called out as she got up and quickly walked out of the room. I heard her going upstairs.

I didn't know if she was upset or what.

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Lets see, where was I before my rant. Yes. I thought that I better leave her alone to cool down, that maybe I had somehow failed a test she was giving me and had made her angry. Plus I didn't want to get up with my cock trying to poke out of my jeans just then. The more I thought about it, the more I decided that I had really fucked up. But she had sounded so sexy describing her journey to the mail box, I thought she sounded like she wanted to do it. Apparently I was wrong. My erection subsided.

So I waited for a while.

I felt a cool spot on my inner thigh, where the head of my erection had oozed some pre-cum into the material. Now that things had gone down to normal sized, that damp spot, now cool, touched my inner thigh. Damn she turned me on. Well it had been a while since we'd had sex, and I hadn't been able to get in any alone 'me' time the last few days.

I heard her moving around upstairs between long periods of silence, but eventually I heard her coming down the stairs, even though the carpet on the stairs muffled her steps I could hear her, and they did creak now and then. In my mind I was rehearsing an apology. Then she was on the hardwood floor and her steps were loud and staccato. WTF? I started to turn.

"I think It's time for a trial run," she said as she stepped out into the living room. I got turned around in my chair to look at her, and my jaw nearly dropped off.

She was wearing a pair of bright pink satin panties that barely covered her pubic area. I decided that she must have shaved some off the top and sides of her closely trimmed triangle of hair. Her delectable camel toe was very prominent. Large bows at the sides tied the narrow waistband together.

She twirled around and I saw that most of her bottom was exposed, just a small 'whale tail' showed above the cleft between her bottom cheeks where the thong cut between them and flared out to join the waistband. I didn't remember ever buying those for her. I wondered if I could get her to have some sort of tramp stamp put there.

I finally noticed that she was carrying a small envelope in her left hand, it was pink like her thong and looked to be the shape and size of some kind of greeting card. Her breasts were completely bare, and her shoulder length hair was done up in some elaborate bun at the top of her head. A ringlet of hair hung down over each of her temples.

Her lips were bright red, matching the long fake nails she had put on. Her toenails were also bright red, peeking out of the front of the high heeled sandals she wore. I hadn't seen those before either, they had to be five or six inches high with narrow pointed stiletto heels. Her legs were to die for with those heels under them. Well even without them, but ... Wow!

Damn, even her nipples and aureola were bright red! Long shiny dangly earrings moved and flashed with even the slightest movement of her head. But her boobs, those wonderful boobs that overflowed my hands when I tried to hold them, were the main attraction.

"Where? I never saw ..." I stammered.

She stepped over to me and placed a finger against my lips.

"Shhhhh," she said.

She walked over to the front door, her hips working like hydraulic pistons to bounce her bottom cheeks with each step. She turned the porch light on with a flick of her finger and turned to me. I was captivated by the wobble of her breasts. The bright red nipples seemed to quiver and draw my eyes.

"Go and turn on the light over the garage door, hurry, then get your new camera and lets see how well it takes movies at night," she said in a breathless voice.

Her nipples stuck out hugely, her lips pouted.

I ran into the kitchen and through the laundry room that connected with the garage, I opened the door to the garage and reached blindly to flick the switch that turned the light over the outside of the garage door to 'on'. Normally they only came on when the garage door opened. It's always nice when you're coming home in the dark and hit the clicker and the lights come on as the door slides up.

I trotted back to the living room, she was coming out of the downstairs room we called the office, the new camera hanging from her extended finger by its strap. I grabbed it and tried to kiss her but she twisted out of the way and headed for the front door. Every part of her seemed to quiver. Or maybe it was my eyes.

I followed, she opened the door and was across the porch. I got to the storm door as it was closing. I held it open and fumbled with the camera, clicking a still image of her standing and looking at me. Her face held an almost puzzled expression as if she wondered what she was doing.

A car drove past our driveway. I don't think she noticed. I hoped the driver didn't see her. Or maybe I hoped he had. It was summer, and with the longer days added to Daylight saving time, it wasn't fully dark, I could still see some dark blue in the sky, with a bright star or two already visible. The moon was up, about half full.

I got the camera set to video and pointed it at her, looking into the tiny screen on the back. She grinned sexily, before turning and starting down the steps from our open porch, and on to the short path that led along the front of the house to the driveway. Her bottom moved and jiggled with every step.

I strode to the top of the porch steps and she walked out into the driveway, then turned back to look at me from directly under the garage door lights. She waved, smirked and slowly strode down the middle of the driveway, her bottom working and her heels clicking and clacking. It seemed to me that they were loud enough to wake the dead.

Half way down the driveway her image darkened in the shadow of the large maple tree that stood between the neighbor's driveway and ours. Near the curb, the light pole across the street and down a little ways lit her up again. She stepped into the street and continued on into the middle, and walked down the center line past our mailbox and past several houses as I stepped into our yard and down to the mail box to keep her in sight.

It was still warm, and I could feel the high humidity. There was no movement in the air. The heat felt oppressive, I wondered if we were going to get another thunderstorm later on. Off in the distance a dog barked. I wondered how far down the street she was going to walk, surely someone would look out and see her. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine. My cock was like iron.

She turned and came back, still keeping the steady slow pace, her heels sounding duller on the asphalt than on the hardwood floor of our living room. Her wonderful breasts swayed in time with her movements, her legs flashed as they crossed each other with every step. I loved the small curve of her tummy and the shadow her navel created. Her earrings flashed in the street light as they jangled back and forth.

I wondered what she would look like with dangly nipple rings.

She turned and walked up to the mail box, I stepped back a little as she opened it up as and placed the letter inside. She shut the door and pulled the flag up. Looking at me she smiled, blew a kiss, then slowly plucked her left nipple with those long fake nails. She pulled it out further and further, then let it go. She shuddered.

Across the street I saw a light go on in an upstairs window. I wondered if anyone was looking out. My brain was fuzzy, I knew who lived there but couldn't think. Wait, with the light on inside, they couldn't see outside at night. Could they?

She stepped up the driveway and I walked up the lawn, parallel to her, catching every sway of hip and boob as she came up toward the garage. I got ahead of her and stood at the foot of the porch steps. She turned, once again directly under the garage light, held her arms out and dipped in a nearly naked curtsey. As she bent over her boobs dangled sexily.

She stood straight and blew me another kiss, before walking over to the porch as I backed up the steps, keeping her in the viewfinder. By the time I was in the doorway she was standing under the porch light and then turned around to once again give me a close up shot of her wonderful bottom, then bent over and shook it at me before turning to face me and stepping into the house as I backed up in front of her. I noticed a sheen of sweat on her body, with a tiny little trickle making it's way down between her wonderful breasts.

I backed further into the house and she followed, allowing the storm door to close then closing and locking the front door. The cool dry air inside felt welcome after the humidity outside.

"Wow, that was a rush, I'm so hot right now!" she said.

"I know, I can see the sweat," I said.

"No, not that kind of hot, I need your cock! Now!"

She stepped toward me, taking the camera from me and tossing it over to the couch, she pushed me back into the kitchen, then reaching around me she pulled one of the chairs out from under the kitchen table, reversed it to put the chair's back against the table, and pushed me into it. There I was, sitting in the kitchen, my back to the table looking up at my sexy wife.

"Take off your clothing," she said as she pulled at the bow on one side of her panties, they fell apart, but I noticed that the gusset didn't want to let go of her pussy for a second.

I was busy, I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and then my jeans and briefs. Lisa stepped toward me, leaning down and kissed me. I loved the way her boobs hung down. I wondered if she would pose for me, I would love to take some erotic pics of her.

I opened my eyes as the kiss wore on, her tongue pushed against my lips and I let it in, we played with out tongues. Her eyes were half closed, I wondered what she was thinking. Without breaking contact with my lips, she moved over me, her legs straddling me as she gently pushed me back into the chair.

She had said she 'needed my cock,' she had never talked like that before. I was excited, turned on, at the same time I wondered about what had caused this sudden change. Was she watching something on her laptop? She had mentioned Karen at work, did she have something to do with this?