I woke up the next morning, my head was throbbing, and my cock ached from the multiple sex sessions with Sara last night.
I rolled over and Sara was not in bed. I rolled the other direction to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was already ten fifteen.
I crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I quickly found the ibuprofen and took four of them. I then took a piss.
I walked down the hall still half asleep and naked.
I looked in the kitchen and Sara was not there. I looked in the family room and she was not there. I looked in the living room and not there either. The table from the card game last night was still covered with beer bottles and snacks.
"Sara?" I yelled out with a throb in my head.
Nothing.
I looked outside and she was not there either. I staggered over to the coffee pot and there I found the note:
Gone shopping. Be back soon.
Love Sara
"Shopping?" I softly mumbled and headed back down the hall with my coffee to take a shower.
I finished with my shower and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the backyard and sat in one of the loungers letting the coffee and the ibuprofen take affect.
I'm not sure how long I had been sitting there when I heard the backdoor open and looked to see Sara coming through it all grins.
"Hi honey!" She cheerfully said as she walked to me.
"Hello." I replied as she bent down to kiss me.
"You sure got up and around early to go shopping." I said.
"Yep! I wanted to get a few things for future use." She gleefully replied.
"Future use?" I asked.
"I know we both had so much fun last night that I think we should continue our little games. I am beginning to really get off on this showing off deal." She said.
"About that." I started to say when she cut me off.
"Let me give you a fashion show of the outfits I bought."
She pranced back into the house happy as a kid at Christmas.
I wanted to talk to her about last night. It almost went too far and I really wanted her opinion about where she thought it was going. She was so happy about her new purchases that I decided it could wait until after the show.
The door opened and out popped Sara.
"Damn." I muttered.
"You like it?" She asked.
She was wearing a very form fitting dress. It was barely long enough to cover her pussy and when she did a little pirouette, it barely covered her ass. It curved under the cheeks of her ass and clung tightly to them. The rest of the dress clung to every curve and the top pulled over her tits and barely covered her nipples. Her tits were swelling from the top.
"Yes I like it."
She grinned and said, "I'll be right back with the next one."
I mumbled to myself, "Damn, she is instigating her own showing off now."
Apparently my little plan had worked. Maybe too well.
She came out the door again and immediately did a pirouette.
"Well?" She asked.
This outfit was a pair of denim shorts that were cut off so short that even the pockets on her ass had to be re-sewn because they had been cut in the process. The bottom third of her ass cheeks were showing. On her top, she had a denim shirt that was tied at the waist and not a single button was fastened. Her big tits were swelling from the opening in the shirt.
"I like it a lot." I said.
She giggled and said, "Sit there I have one more."
I could not believe the turnaround in just a few short weeks. These outfits were more like something a model would wear before taking them off for naked photos or something. Not the kind of outfit you see on the street everyday.
Sara came out the door again.
"Wow!" I exclaimed.
She was wearing a new negligee. It was white and the robe was long, extending to her ankles where she was wearing a pair of white high heels. Under the robe was a very tiny g-string that did little more than cover the slit of her pussy. The bra that was with it was white but was nothing more than support. It held up her tits but covered nothing. Her nipples were clearly visible through the very sheer fabric of the robe.
She walked closer in this one and stood next to me. I reached out a hand and held one of her ass cheeks in my hand. My cock began to get hard feeling her sexy ass through the smooth silky fabric.
"What are you planning on doing with this sexy little number?" I asked.
"Wellllll. You know that kitchen faucet that has been dripping that I have been begging you to fix?"
"Yes."
"I called a plumber to come fix it. He should be here any second. If the doorbell rings you might want to hide." She coyly replied.
"WHAT?" I asked nearly yelling.
"I thought you would be excited." She replied.
The doorbell rang just then.
"You better hide while I get the door." She said.
"You're answering the door in that?" I asked.
"Isn't that what you like?" She asked as she headed to the door.
"Hide!" She said again.
I got up and followed her into the house. There was a coat closet with rungs on it that I could see through. It also gave me a clear view of the front door all the way to the kitchen. It had been my planned hiding place when I had planned on this little event. I had not planned on Sara instigating it.
I got in the closet and pulled it to, as Sara went to the door.
The doorbell rang again before she opened it.
She pulled the door open and there stood a young good-looking guy whose eyes nearly popped from his head when he saw Sara.
"Oh my gawd! I'm so sorry. I thought you were my friend Elena. I just got out of bed and ran to the door." Sara acted shocked.
"Did you call for a plumber?" the young plumber asked eyeballing my wife's tits.
"I forgot all about you coming. I'm so sorry but, yes my faucet in the kitchen is dripping and driving me nuts." She said.
"I can come back at another time if this is an inconvenient time for you." He said.
"Oh no, please come in. I really want it fixed." Sara responded stepping back so he could walk in.
He stepped into the entry and Sara said, "Follow me the kitchen is right over here."
She began walking to the kitchen and he was following her watching her naked ass under her sheer robe. I was watching as she approached the kitchen. Her stride was exaggerated and her tits were undulating in her bra.
"Here it is." Sara said stopping at the sink.
She turned and caught him looking over her body. She grinned at him.
"See it just will not stop dripping." She showed him as she tried tightening down the knob.
"Looks like it needs some new washers. I will have to turn the water off from under the sink to start." He replied.
"Oh it is such a mess under there. Let me clear a few things out first." Sara answered.
Sara opened the cabinet door and did not squat down but bent over at her waist. Even from my vantage point, I could see the thin string that ran between her cheeks. The string was barely covering her little pink rosebud and by bending, the material was wedged into her pussy.
The plumber adjusted his cock in his pants while she was bent over. I'm sure his cock was getting as hard as mine was.
Sara had removed some items from under the cabinet and stood back up. Her eyes were diverted to the plumber's crotch. His cock must have been hard. He had his back to me and I could not see but Sara was paying attention.
The plumber sat on the floor in front of the open cabinet and reached in to turn off the water. Sara moved a little closer to him.
He came back out from under the cabinet and Sara was standing next to where he was seated. He looked up and swallowed hard.
He was getting a bird's eye view of my wife's pussy with her panties wedged between the lips. Her robe had fallen open or been pulled open as he looked straight up at her.
He then began to stand up and Sara backed off a little.
"Do you think you can fix it?" She asked.
"Not a problem. Should have you fixed up shortly." He said as he reached in his tool pouch for a screwdriver.
"I have been after my husband to fix it but he is always out of town and never has time." Sara told him.
"Is your husband out of town now?" He asked working on the faucet.
"Yes, as usual." She replied.
"Sorry to have woke you up today." He said.
"Oh I needed to get up anyway." She said.
"Most women I have known including my current girlfriend don't get up looking as beautiful as you do." He said.
"Well thank you."
He continued to work on the faucet but as they spoke, he would turn to look at her and every time would scan her total body.
My cock was rock hard so I took it out of my shorts and began stroking it. I knew Sara would be ready to fuck as soon as the plumber was done.
The plumber turned and looked at her again and said, "I'll be right back I need to get the right washers from my truck."
He headed for the door and went out.
Sara came to the closet and opened it.
"His cock is hard. He must be enjoying the view." She said.
She then saw my hard cock out of my shorts and added, "Apparently he is not the only one enjoying the show."
