My name is Todd. I am a 'Middle America', male W.A.S.P. who is quickly losing days where he can say he is between thirty and forty. Lynn, is my best friend, my college girlfriend, my bride, mother of my children, and for the past two decades my favorite sex toy.
For the first decade of our marriage she was my only sex toy as I was hers. Our sex life kicked up a few gears when on a surprise weekend getaway to Vegas we experiment with other toys, light bondage and submission. Since then we have expanded out into role playing, more intensive bondage, public sex and Lynn has developed an exhibitionist side. In prior narratives I have looked at our role playing and bondage games, this time I thought I'd cover what we call 'Tease Day'.
The origin of Tease Day predates not only our Vegas trip but our marriage. It was a couple months before our wedding and Lynn had moved back home before joining me as I finished my degree. I was on spring break and visiting her family on the farm. The tour, that summer afternoon, ended in the barn loft. Some light kissing escalated into heavy petting but when I started to unbuckle Lynn's jeans she pulled back. She was not ready to try public sex, especially on her parent's farm. I'd have to wait fifteen years for that literal 'roll in the hay'. Someday maybe I'll add "The Farmer's Daughter" to the archive.
But back to the origin. Although a little frustrated I understood Lynn's position. Even though we were engaged, and sexually active together, I had been invited to use the guest room by Lynn's Mom. We headed out to the back lot and Lynn commented about it being 'Tease Day' after all, a play on Tuesday.
That night I returned the favor. Lynn and I were curled up under a blanket on the floor of the front room watching 'The Golden Child', one of Eddie Murphy's more family-friendly movies. We were joined by Lynn's parents and little brother who was glued to his handheld. Still with the lights low and the blanket over us I was able to get my hand up Lynn's shirt. She had removed her bra earlier to get comfortable and over the course of ninety-four minutes quietly and carefully played with her nipples. During the movie I had an idea I was having the desired effect from Lynn's subtle movements but I got the confirmation a little after one in the morning when the door to my room opened. The covers slipped down followed by my sleep pants. Before I could say anything Lynn's mouth enveloped my penis. She said nothing until a few minutes later when she pulled away, looked up at me, and said, "Tease Day's over." She then mounted me cowgirl style—her first time in that position—and rode me till she climaxed and I joined her.
I realize most readers would have preferred more detail in that last paragraph but this is just the background on how our kinky tradition started. The good stuff is coming.
It was actually several years before Tease Day showed up again. Let's face it, Newlyweds have trouble with tease minutes, let alone whole days. But parents of young children is another thing. I remember hearing a comedian say that you don't know the true meaning of quickie until you become a parent.
Before Vegas, Tease Day consisted mostly of naughty phone calls or an early morning foreplay session to be concluded that night. Afterwards, Lynn began to slowly get wilder. Picking me up for lunch in just a trench coat for a hand job or once, in disregard of the no-video rule, a clip on my phone of her masturbating with a dildo. Tease Day was usually spontaneous and Lynn took the lead. The last couple years have been a little more daring with some public foreplay and even a pornographic movie. For that reason they were starting to be planned and celebrated away from the hometown. This allowed me the time to work out some games also. The only unwritten rule was no penile penetration of any kind: oral, anal or vaginal.
This story is about what has been our best Tease Day to date, which took place last August. We have a credit card that rewards hotel points but also a free night's stay each year. We had had problems working out both our schedules for a weekend and gave up just heading down on a Monday for an overnight stay in Saint Louis which is only a few hours away. The kids were hoisted off to some friends with the understanding that we would play host a couple months later to their offspring in return. Here is an account of our day.
We got up early and drove across the interstate. We planned to catch a game the next day but once we got to the city we had no plans...or I should say I had none until we got to the hotel room. Lynn wanted to go the Botanical Gardens. Since it was a weekday we figured it would not be very crowded, less so since the clouds looked like rain. The weather did not dissuade Lynn. The fact that she had her blonde wig on to cover her naturally straight brown hair gave me a clue as to why.
Sure enough we were walking through the Japanese Gardens when the rain hit. I wanted to head for one of the buildings or the tram like the few other visitors to the gardens had been doing but Lynn pulled out an umbrella and led me back to the English Garden. In the lightly forested area, Lynn pulled me around a massive hedge to a spot that was blocked from view on two sides making the spot fairly secluded. The rain had slowed to a mist. No one could be seen or heard and Lynn seemed to guess they would not likely be venturing out for a few minutes more.
Lynn handed me the umbrella, which was not doing a great job keeping us dry, and leaned in pulling me down into a passionate kiss, her right hand on my neck, her left kneading my buttock. She pulled back, looking both ways before pulling her top off.
Even without the rain, I could tell Lynn had worn a white lace shelf bra. I would guess this one to be a 'B cup' since it seemed almost too small for her breasts that were in between cup sizes. A 'C cup' would have been looser. She bought both sizes depending on the cut of the fabric. This garment barely qualified as any cup. It supported her full, round breast, pushing them up and together, while leaving her silver dollar sized areola and nipples uncovered.
My thumbs came up, rubbing the deep pink protuberances and watching them tighten up under my touch.
Lynn's hands were working lose my belt, then the button and zipper on my jeans. I felt her hands hook inside my jeans and boxer briefs. Lynn pulled down, dropping down to a kneeling position as she did. My hands caressed her neck and face as she slid past them. I had to be careful with the fake golden curls. Although secured with hairpins the rain was not being kind to the disguise.
My Jeans and shorts dropped off exposing me to the humid air. I glanced out into the trees, shrubs and the paths on the far side of them, a little nervous. Lynn grasped my penis lightly with her thumb and forefinger just below the head and slide the foreskin down as far as it would go and back up over the glans. Her bright green eyes never left mine and her soft lips stayed parted as she continued to do this.
It did not take long until I was rigid in her grasp and she looked at my member, smiled and resumed eye contact. She wrapped her middle finger around me also, then her ring finger and finally her little finger to form a fist with my shaft in its center. She began a pattern of speeding up her strokes letting me build up then slowing down, squeezing tight enough to kill the sensation.
After what felt like hours but was more realistically just a couple minutes Lynn slipped her grip back to just one finger at the base of the shaft and squeezed. The veins in the shaft bulged as did the glans, swelling and darkening. Lynn leaned in and ran her saliva covered tongue up the underside of the shaft, following it with a gentle kiss on the head. She then ran the head across one of her high cheekbones and then the other like a cat marking her territory.
"You want in my mouth, don't you?" Lynn asked locking eyes with me as she planted butterfly kisses on my shaft. The mist had dampened the wig causing it to stick to the sides of her face and tiny rivulets of water ran down from her brow like sweat.
I nodded, "Yeah."
