My name is Becky and my husband Bud convinced me to try my hand at a letter. Bud wrote one almost a year ago about me and how brainwashed my mother had me. You should really read that story first before you continue reading this one. Read
'The Doctor Changed My Wife'
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Like Bud said, I grew up in a small town in central Georgia, population around 2500. The pastor of our church was my uncle, my father's brother. My mother was the real Bible toting Baptist in the family. My father was cool. My mother was very strict in her ways. Even when my sisters and I were little kids, she never let us wear shorts and the pants we wore had to be loose and baggy. Form fitting clothing that showed our figure was a major no-no. Our skirts and dresses could be no shorter than mid-calf. And if there were buttons involved on any article of clothing, they all had to be buttoned. She even made us wear underwear under our whole piece swimsuits when we went to a creek near our house to cool off during the summer. Even after a bath, we had to be completely dressed before we left the bathroom, even if it was just across the hall to the bedroom. She even made us wear underwear and undershirts beneath our pajamas.
I met Bud when we were little children in church. Church and school were the only time I got to see him. We eventually became close friends and my mother actually liked him, which was a relief to me because I had a crush on him by the time I was 10. I never told mom but we had our first kiss when I was 14 and he was 15. But my mother had already told me before I asked, that I couldn't date until I was 18.
Bud and I dated about 3 years before we got married. We kissed a lot and I loved it but I never let him touch any of my female parts out of fear my mother would find out and banish me to some deserted island or something. Since we were about to be married, I once let him feel my breast from outside my shirt. It felt so good, it scared me and I wanted him to do it again but I knew that if I did he might think I was a slut or worst. So I waited until after we got married. My mother gave me the talk about the only proper way a lady had sex. That was on her back, lights off, eyes closed, and mouth shut. She was to spread her legs leaving them flat on the bed and let the man penetrate her and have his fun because a lady did not enjoy sex. Boy was she wrong! I almost feel sorry for the old bat and at all the fun she has missed over the years but it was her fault, not mine.
Bud and I got married and I had a hard time holding still in bed, sex felt so damn good, mom just had to be wrong. I finally started wrapping my legs around him and letting my moans out and this seemed to give him more energy. We found out within a couple months I was pregnant. About the time Bud was offered a better paying job in a larger town about 50 miles from home. I really didn't want to leave my hometown and my friends. But my friends were the ones that told me it would be best for Bud and I to get out of this little town and spread our wings and be happy. We needed to start our own family and leave my mother and her iron hand behind. I understood and agreed with them so Bud and I packed up our few things and moved away.
We found a little two-bedroom trailer but the air conditioner didn't work and we could not afford to get it fixed. It was so hot that Bud talked me into cutting off one of my older pair of pants to make shorts. They were definitely cooler so I cut off a couple more pair. One day while I was doing laundry, I noticed the legs one pair of the shorts seemed to be a couple inches shorter than I remembered. I took off the ones I had on and compared them. I was right, they were 2 to 3 inches shorter than they should have been. I put on the shorter pair and liked what I seen and they seemed to be cooler yet, so I cut off the ones I had been wearing to match the shorter one. I never told Bud that I had noticed the difference but got to enjoy wearing those shorts around the house for him but still didn't wear them away from the house.
He bought me some tank tops and some nice shorts and even a pair of short-shorts. I never told Bud but I started to wear those short-shorts around the house for a couple weeks and really enjoyed them, so I let Bud see me in them when he came home from work one afternoon. He told me how good I looked in them and my tight tank top. He kept trying to get me to go braless and pantyless around the house telling the less I wore the cooler I would be. I told him no way! He told me that his sisters often when without any undergarments during the summer. He said they claimed it was cooler and more comfortable in the heat. Plus if they got a heat rash, there was no underwear to rub against the rash. My reluctance to not wearing underwear was about the only thing we ever fought about. I ended up cutting off the 3 original shorts to what they now call 'Daisy Duke' shorts.
I had a beautiful healthy baby boy and all was fine. I quickly lost my baby fat and was happy with myself. We got the A/C fixed and the baby grew. I did start going braless around the house and even wore my longer shorts into town a few times that next summer but never went without panties anywhere.
I once made a quick trip to the grocery store one day and inside before I remembered I was braless. I had noticed one of the bag-boys staring ay me wide-eyed. And when I seen what he was staring at, I was completely embarrassed and quickly left the store empty handed. When I got to the pick-up I was shaking I was so unnerved. I reached for the keys to start the truck but them I remembered I had to have those two items so I could make supper. I summoned up my courage and kept my arms in front of my chest as I quickly got those needed items.
On the way home I couldn't get the look of that bag-boy from my mind. I looked down at my breast and my nipples were rock hard. Just the thought of someone looking at my harden nipples under my top began to appeal to me. Women have been going braless in public places for years and years I told myself, so why shouldn't I. I purposely started going braless in public once in awhile but doing it more and more frequently as I enjoyed it more and more. I also started wearing my short-shorts in public also.
The next summer just into our third year of marriage. I got a nasty rash and infection between my legs and had to see the doctor. I had a yeast infection and a bad case of heat rash. The female doctor gave me some antibiotics and prescription ointment for the rash and told me not to wear any underwear until I came back to seen her in a week. I tried to tell her I could not do that and she said I had to if I wanted to get better. She explained the elastic was rubbing the rash making it worse and I need to get air to it to let it dry up. I was shocked at this situation and felt humiliated as I walked out of the doctors office in my below the knee dress with my panties in my purse. I was even too embarrassed to tell my husband that I was doing what he always wanted me to do.
I didn't even leave the house all week because I was pantyless under my long skirts. But when I did finally tell Bud I was pantyless, her perked right up and asked me to lift up my skirt and show him. I couldn't believe he had just asked me to lift my dress up and show him my privates, but at the same time I got a bit excited as I slowly lifted the hem of my dress to my waist. Bud walked over grabbed me and kissed me telling me it looked good to see me that way.