Like most husbands in these stories I am basically a bystander, an observer if you will; the main provocation for my wife's sudden departure from the straight and narrow. My name is Steve, 28, a CPA and married to the love of my life, Lorrie, 26.
Lorrie is a skinny 100 lbs, natural blonde hair on her head and a matching blonde muff between her legs. Her breasts are not what you would call large by any means but they are what I call right sized with nice light pink nipples and areolas to match.
I love to squeeze and massage her breasts and to pinch and suck her nipples. I especially love the fact that when are home she is always topless so if I am not playing with her breasts, I get to look and drool over them. She thinks it's funny that I fawn over her breasts so much.
"They're for feeding babies," she is always telling me. She just does not understand why men think breasts, especially bare breasts, are so fantastic.
Her being topless around the house, however, was as far as it went. Although it was not for a lack of trying by me, I had tried unsuccessfully to get Lorrie to "dress sexier" and "show a little" when we go out but she always flatly refuses.
We have only been married a couple of years and we were each others' "firsts" so sex is frequent as we try and make up for lost time. Other than that, we are an extremely conservative couple and Lorrie always dresses extremely modestly and I do mean modestly.
Outside of the house, she absolutely never shows a hint of cleavage and most of the time her clothes are so baggy you hardly know she has a shape at all.
The week after the fourth of July, my firm sent me to Eugene, Oregon for some continuing education. Since neither of us has been to the Northwest before so Lorrie came along and we extended our stay for a mini vacation, which was great because I did not have to suffer through a week of a lack of nookie.
The weekend came and we were driving around when we saw signs advertising the Oregon Country Fair. It sounded like fun so Lorrie and I decided to check it out.
After parking the car, the first thing we noticed is that this fair was different than the ones back home. Instead of being in a large treeless lot, this fair was basically in a wood land. You had to make your way along various pathways and into clearings.
The next thing we noticed was the eclectic mix of people. In addition to the "normal" people there seemed to be an unusual assortment of hippie types. The other thing is atmosphere was very relaxed and laid back none of the hustle and bustle and "move it along" at the other fairs we have been to.
Anyway, Lorrie and I were making our way a long, enjoying the entertainment and looking at the craft displays when it happened. We, actually I, saw a young woman wearing a skirt and nothing else. She was TOPLESS!
I could not believe it, here was a young woman walking around in PUBLIC with her pale firm breasts and cherry red nipples bare! Like it was nothing unusual! For the whole world to see!
I stared, I admit it, I stared. Here was a cute young woman walking around in the crowd with her jiggling breasts completely bared like it was nothing. She even smiled and posed for the many people who stopped her and asked to take a picture of her. She obliged every request as if it was no big deal.
Now when I say "I saw," I should say Lorrie saw too, but mostly what she saw was my reaction, which admittedly was not cool but what did Lorrie expect? She knows how I feel about breasts and here was only the second flesh and blood woman whose naked breasts I had ever seen.
Lorrie did not say anything but I could tell even as I continued to gawk at the young woman's breasts that Lorrie was not pleased. I just could not help myself; her breasts just looked so nice and firm and.... You get the picture, what red blooded male could resist. We moved on.
Strike one.
Minutes later, we were in another area looking at some crafts when my arm brushed against someone else's skin. Immediately, I knew this was not ordinary skin; from the texture and the feel in felt like...
The first thing I did was look down at what had touched me and I immediately recognized what I had brushed against was a woman's bare nipple except this one was covered in blue paint. I widened my gaze to see a new woman, topless, except her breasts and chest had been painted over in a really nice flower design that was very artistic.
I did manage to briefly look up into the woman's eyes and I apologize for brushing against her. She introduced herself as "Jane" and told me it was OK that it was probably more her fault. At the same time she was talking to me, she was pressing her practically naked breast into my arm, causing me a world of embarrassment. She noticed my obvious embarrassment which made her laugh and then she asked me if I wanted to take her picture.
How could I refuse and offer like that? Would you?
She stepped back to give me a good view of her "artwork" and I started taking frame after digital frame of her "artwork." This was great! Here I was taking pictures of a topless woman and she did not care! She even insisted that I do it.
True her nipples and breasts were hidden under a thick layer of paint but you could clear tell that other than that she was topless.
Lorrie was watching the whole scene with increasing agitation from my overt interest in this semi nude "other woman." I knew I was in for it later and it might actually take Lorrie a week or more to calm down but what man could resist this kind of an opportunity. Whatever hell I was in for later was damn well worth it.
Strike two.
My new friend, Jane, was joined by two other equally lovely and equally topless young women; each sporting artwork on their bare chests, two of them even left their pink nipples bare. Now I was rapidly snapping pictures of three topless women, individually and together. I could not believe my luck! This was like a dream come true.
Strike three.
Lorrie had had enough and it showed. I was in for it as Lorrie was about to lay into me but my new best friend Jane noticed and caught Lorrie and redirected her.
For the next half hour, "the girls" talked as Lorrie's demeanor changed from one of complete rage to one of total girlish giddiness. I could not hear the complete conversation but I did notice Lorrie blushing ruby red many times and I heard Lorrie say, "I could never do that!" several times, followed by Jane reassuring her with words whispered into Lorrie's ear so that I could not hear.
Jane and Lorrie ended up giggling like a couple of schools girls, making Jane's breasts jiggle wonderfully, and you could have sworn they were old friends.
When we parted company, Jane gave Lorrie a huge hug and even a peck on the Lorrie's lips, which surprised Lorrie and me, and a knowing wink that made me wonder what the two had talked about.
I was kind of taken aback by the sudden change in Lorrie's attitude. She had a sly grin on her face and was extraordinarily pleasant. I would have been more concerned but I was distracted and completely infatuated with other topless women we came across from time to time. Oddly, Lorrie no longer seemed to care.
I got distracted by one woman who came by with piercings in her nipples. I had never imagined anyone doing such a thing and yet here she was. I just stood there gawking, oblivious to anything else going on around me.
When I came back to my senses, Lorrie had disappeared. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around for her but could not find her. I figured she must have had had enough of me and had set out on her own and that we would catch up later and then all hell would break lose.
Just as well because this left me free and clear to check out the rest of the scantily clad and semi-nude females.
I wandered around for a little while without seeing another woman topless so I headed off to another area. Along the way, I saw a sign saying "Body Painting" and an arrow directing me. Guessing I would have better hunting that way, I headed up the path.
Sure enough, as I was approaching the booth a new topless lady wearing a fresh coat of paint appeared for my viewing pleasure and without Lorrie around I felt free to ogle her as much as I liked. Like a moth to a flame I was drawn to her until...
"Lorrie ___________" A strange voice coming from an unseen person called my wife's name, bringing me back to reality.
I looked in the direction I had heard the voice and saw a crowd gathered around one booth in particular. It took me a few minutes to maneuver to where I could see what was going on.
Immediately, I recognized the familiar face of my wife. She looked flush and anxious as she talked excitedly to the hippie looking girl in the booth. Lorrie pointed at something on the table and the girl smiled and bobbed her head up and down and said something to Lorrie.
Whatever Lorrie and the girl had been talking about must have embarrassed Lorrie because Lorrie was so red it was scary.
There was also a man standing close to Lorrie. Not only was he close to Lorrie but he had made himself very friendly to her. I could tell he was encouraging her and complimenting her because she kept looking up to him and smiling and thanking him. He even put his arm around Lorrie which seemed to startle her but she did not try to make him move it.
The negotiations reached a critical point and Lorrie hesitated. That is when her new gentleman friend stepped in. He pulled his waleet from his pocket and handed the hippie girl several large bills which made her extremely happy.
Lorrie at first tried to refuse but he and the hippie girl insisted and in the end Lorrie gave in.
Lorrie walked behind the counter but not before asking the man with her something. I could tell he was more than happy to comply with my wife's request and he followed Lorrie behind the counter where Lorrie handed him her video camera and gave him instructions on how to use it. Obviously, she had asked him to video something but what? She was not actually...was she?
At last, the hippie girl seemed to have everything ready and turned to Lorrie. Lorrie looked very determined but frightened which the hippie girl noticed and immediately started comforting and reassuring Lorrie. Whatever was said worked because Lorrie soon calmed down and smiled and laughed, albeit nervously, for the first time.
Lorrie hesitated a second more and then to my complete and utter shock and dismay I watched as she grasped the bottom of her pullover top and pulled it up. It was like a grand unveiling as first her bare stomach, then her bra and finally all the up and over her head, leaving her chest covered by only her white cotton bra.
