We were in the bleachers at my son's Little League baseball game. I was sitting in the very top row and my wife, Joan, was sitting in the row just below me. As I watched, I noticed she was allowing her legs to fall carelessly open and she was also paying more attention to a certain male spectator then she was paying to the baseball game unfolding before us. When I realized what was happening, a sense of jealous anger mixed with a sexual excitement started to produce butterflies in my stomach. Since neither my wife nor the male spectator could tell I was observing them due to my very dark sunglasses, I decided to let the scene play out.
When we left for the game that morning, I hadn't noticed that Joan had chosen a flowered dress that ended at mid thigh. Now recognizing the dress, I remembered that the top gaped open at the her slightest bending. But after all, we were going to watch my 10-year-old son play baseball so my mind was on other things.
My wife Joan and I had been married for about 12 years and had three sons. We were high school sweethearts but didn't marry until 2 two years after graduation. More about the interim 2 years in a future story. Joan is a pretty blonde who has kept her shape through the birth of all three children. She has small but very shapely titties, great nipples, and nice legs, but her greatest feature is a fine ass. It's plump and shaped like an inverted heart.
It's the nicest ass I've ever seen. This was an opinion confirmed recently by one of my buddies after several beers. I knew he'd always had the hots for her. She loves to wear tight pants and shorts so I'm sure she is aware of her most valuable asset. We have a pretty good sex life but after twelve years it's nothing to write home about. I try to get her to tell me about any experiences that she's had so we could use them as fantasy material. According to her, I'm the only person that has ever touched her. I don't quite buy this but don't push the point.
Back at the ballgame, the game in the stands grew more and more exciting. The spectator—, who by the way, is our dentist—was sitting about two rows below us and to the left. He kept glancing in our direction. Joan by way of accommodation was sitting sideways with her legs pointing to the left. She would pretend to watch the game while glancing at her admirer. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would let her legs fall open, giving a clear shot of what she had under that dress.
I must admit I was enjoying the action and the fact that I could witness all this unobserved. There were those butterflies in my stomach and my cock had started to crawl along my pant leg. I couldn't wait till the game was over and I could get Joan home. The game was finally over, probably disappointing two out of three of us and when Joan went to gather our son she stopped to exchange pleasantries with her admirer. After she found a couple of reasons to bend over, showing him her pretty titties (remember the gaping loose top) she brought the boys to the car and we started home.
Unable to wait until we got home and with the boys occupied in the back seat, I slid my hand up the inside of Joan's thigh. You can imagine I was a little shocked to find no pants and the wettest, most swollen pussy you would ever want to feel. I slid one finger between those wet baby soft lips. Working her lips between my fingers and not wanting to reveal my knowledge of the day's action I asked my wife, "What have you been thinking about?" "Oh, nothing," she replied. "I'll tell you when we get home.
At home, after the boys were fed and chased out of the house, I said, "Did you have something you wanted to tell me about why you were so hot?"
"Just that I've been thinking about making love." she said.
The jealousy reared its head again as I shot back "With whom?"
Joan claimed she didn't know what I was talking about but she had that deer- in- the- headlights look. We went upstairs to the bedroom and I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed. She seemed very nervous now.
I said I was surprised to find that she hadn't worn panties to the game. Her answer was there had been such a rush in getting ready that she simply forgot. With her small tits, she goes braless most of the time but always wore panties (or so I thought)."Is that what made your pussy was so hot and swollen?" I asked.
"I told you I was thinking about making love." she said.
"Let's see what the view was like for people sitting in the stands." I said as I removed the mirror from the wall and placed it on the floor propped against a chair opposite and to the left of where she was perched on the edge of the bed. "Wasn't your skirt a little higher than that?" I suggested.
"I was Just trying to get some sun on my legs," she replied.
