Part 1 -- Everyone involved is of legal age. This is our first step in a rather long journey -- which took us to some rather unexpected places. Comments are welcome.
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This is a story about me, Jim, and my wife Tishy, and events that happened some time ago, which surprised us both.
Before I get to the story, let me say if you're looking for pornography, with lots of wild sex, then you're in the wrong place. This is a true account of my wife letting me show her off to a younger man, and the way he helped her lose some of her inhibitions. And me, if truth be told. I'll try not to leave anything out -- well, we'll see how far we get. Some of the things that happened I still can't quite believe, and I'm not sure I'm ready to share them. Some things were simply outrageous.
Oh, and if you're American, please try to be patient with us. Remember, we're British -- we do things differently here.
We were a rather conventional, conservative couple. I'm Scottish, and she's English, so I guess you could say we're a mixed race couple. We married young, and she is still the only woman I've ever really wanted. She says she used to let boys play with her when she was a little girl, but I think I was her first serious boyfriend. I believe we've always been faithful to each other -- at least I know I have, despite one or two temptations along the way.
What can I tell you about Tishy? She's intelligent, kind, honest, very proper, and rather posh. Her real name is Laetitia Maria, but everyone calls her Tishy. Like many women, she doesn't think she's pretty enough, and wants to lose weight. Like many men, I think she looks amazing. I used to think she was something of a prude - she always used to say that sex was just for procreation. We started trying to make a baby when she was thirty or so, but nothing came of it. Eventually we just forgot about babies.
Nevertheless, my wife Tishy is an attractive woman. She's in her late thirties, 5feet 8in, slim but curvy, with shoulder length black hair, big dark eyes, and a small pretty mouth, very kissable. She has a lovely bottom. But when she enters the room, the first thing everyone sees is her breasts. They are large, full and nicely shaped, pointy, with a life of their own. Tishy has a pale complexion so her breasts are soft and milky white with large pink nipples and areolas, which are very sensitive. Basically, Tishy is an ordinary woman with great boobs. To be vulgar, I married her for her tits.
Anyway, enough of introduction, let's get on with the story. It all started innocently enough one Saturday evening, after having Richard over for dinner. I'd got to know Richard at the gym, where I went once a week after work, to try to stay in shape. He's a young lawyer, newly qualified from the same university I'd attended many years previously. Surprisingly perhaps, I'd rather taken to him - he was energetic and smart and quite mature for his age.
He was also tall and slim and fit, and I wondered what my wife might make of him -- probably she'd think he was a nice young man -- but with no interest in her. I wasn't so sure though -- he hadn't been in Edinburgh long, had no girlfriend that I knew of, and I figured he must be in need of a bit of fun. I'd noticed him eyeing up the well built blonde receptionist at the gym. So I guess I was, well, curious to see how he'd react to Tishy. And her big tits, of course.
My wife is normally very conservative in the way she dresses. That evening she had on a tight office skirt, which showed off her rounded bottom very nicely, and a loose red top. I asked her if she could be a little more revealing -- just this once. She gave me a look - "What are you up to?" it said. She was already on to me. But I really wasn't sure what I was up to -- I was just curious.
"Well," I said, "I guess I just enjoy showing you off a little." She raised an eyebrow. I thought that was it, but later she came down in one of my favourites, a white chiffon blouse that was very thin, just a bit see-through. It was buttoned right to the neck, as usual. She had a white lacy bra under it.
"Show him a bit of cleavage," I said -- but she just rolled her eyes.
However, from the moment Richard came through the door, I could see that she liked him -- she was so perfectly charming, and ever so slightly flirtatious. I wasn't surprised -- he was a good looking lad, and even the most faithful of wives still has hormones. So I was rather pleased -- like I'd finally found her a present she truly appreciated.
After dinner, and a few glasses of wine, we retired to the living room for drinks and chat. We were on the sofa and Richard was sitting opposite. All through dinner he'd been sneaking glances at Tishy's chest, when he thought we weren't looking - it was really very sweet. Now his stares became more obvious. Tishy didn't seem to mind -- in fact she seemed to be rather enjoying the attention. Somehow the top button of her blouse had come undone.
All of a sudden the conversation stopped -- Richard was staring at her, glazed over, and she was looking back, quizzically. He was slouched back in his chair, and the bulge in his pants was really quite obvious. He pulled himself together and sat up, trying to think of something to say. But Tishy didn't want to let him off the hook so easily.
"Now what were you staring at, young man?" she said, teasing. He flushed, and stammered something about perhaps it being time to go. She gave a little laugh. "No" she said, more softly, "Please don't go, just tell me what it is you were thinking, sweetheart."
She could be quite maternal when she wanted to. Richard looked nervously at me, but I just smiled. Tishy put her hand on my knee.
Richard tried to explain -- like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "It's your blouse -- it's so pretty," he stammered.
"Thank you," she said, rather formally. "That's very kind -- it's one of Jim's favourites." At this I grinned, because it was. "I know why he likes it -- but why do you like it?" she went on.
"It has... possibilities," Richard blurted out.
I could see that the minute he'd said it, he wished he hadn't. He looked away, trying to avoid her eyes. But Tishy persisted -- it was then I wondered how much she'd had to drink. She leaned forward towards him. It crossed my mind that if only she'd undone a few buttons, he'd have been able to see down her top.
"What possibilities did you have in mind?" she said, looking him straight in the eye.
Richard seemed lost for words for a moment, then said, bravely. "It was meant as a compliment... the blouse is just see-through enough to make me wonder... to wonder how it would look if you weren't wearing anything underneath it."
I felt a sudden thrill of excitement and fear. But my wife was very cool.
"Well" she said, in her posh voice, "that's for me to know and you to wonder, young man." Suddenly the room felt very hot. She sat back and there was an embarrassed silence.
Trying to make Richard feel better, I said "He's right -- I think you'd look amazing in that blouse without anything under it."
