I'm not ashamed to admit that it had taken Pam all of a minute to bring me at the end of her second treatment with Dr. P for her spider veins. I'd been hard for almost an hour, and the last several minutes of watching my almost nude wife - she did have on her black pumps - pose in the most erotic stances had me right on the edge anyhow.
I couldn't recall the last time Pam had taken me in her mouth, but you'd have thought she did it all the time. She pulled me to her, slid her lips clean up to my belly taking me down her throat while looking up at me with a ravenous hunger. I should say my belt buckle, she had yanked down my zipper, pulled my shorts down and pulled my hard phallus from its confines. She backed off, started to bob while sucking hard, and caressed my already taught sack. I don't think either of us blinked and I exploded with my pent-up excitement. She smiled, her eyes alight - and didn't let a drop escape her.
"Thank you," she said, kissing my deflating head and packed me back into my pants. "Guess I have to get dressed, huh?" she joked as she got off the chair.
"Not on my account," I answered trying to get my head to stop spinning. Holy shit, I'd just watched her exposed to the doctor, then we'd taken pictures of her nude, and she'd just sucked me off; too many images were running through my mind. I went to sit, I think I was light-headed myself, instead stepping to the window and just stared out.
"Hey," she called and I turned to find her in her skirt, topless. "Put this in my purse, would you?" she winked, tossing me her bra.
I caught it by reflex and held it as I watched her slip on her shirt and button it up. "Is this okay?" she smiled at me. I just nodded and watched as she tucked the shirt in, re-zipped the skirt, strapped on her belt, and stepped back into her pumps. She came to me and took the bra from my hand, sticking it in her purse. "Ready?" she swung the purse strap over her shoulder and headed to checkout.
Pam doesn't have huge boobs, but they are very nice C's with amazing, very sensitive nipples that get hard at the thought of having a naughty thought. She has basically no areola, an eighth of an inch ring around her wonderful, half-inch wide, perfectly cylindrical rose colored, sensitive teats. They are real- life models of the Playtex NaturaLatch nipple for baby bottles, just as firm when she was excited but way more fun. She was, at least to me, very obviously still thinking about the last hour or so. I earnestly hoped others would notice.
Check-out was fine, we confirmed for next week, and headed out to our cars. Damn I'm a lucky son-of-a-bitch; she's gorgeous.
She held my hand as we walked to our cars. Stopping, she pressed herself to me and kissed me hard. I wrapped her in my embrace.
"See you at home," she breathed. "I want to fuck in the living room again, if that's okay with you?" she asked. Like I was going to say 'no.'
I climbed into my car and smiled back, "God, I love you. Living room, dining room, anywhere is fine with me as long as I'm making love to you. See you in five minutes, Babe."
"I need to get gas first, then I want to get a couple things at the grocery store. And maybe I'll swing by the ABC and get that wine we like," she rattled off.
I was about to protest, I wanted her bad, but she cut me off.
"Oh, and would you take this home for me, too?" she added, handing me her wadded-up panties. I sat dumbfounded as she turned and opened her car door. She sat, put in one leg and slowly turned, shifting her skirt hem to mid-thigh. The view was stunning. She smiled, blew me a kiss and drove away.
I fought the urge to follow her and headed home. It was a long forty-five minute wait, but she admitted later that she'd really enjoyed being out without undies, however she said she really didn't reveal anything to anyone. The thought intrigued her, she told me it was all she thought about the whole time she was out, even thought some guys did stare at her, but she just couldn't bring herself to do really flash anyone.
Thursday afternoon we did make love in the living room, and she even lay on the dining room table and let me eat her. The amazing part was not only her willingness to engage in such activities outside of our bedroom, but that she didn't seem to spend anytime considering that all the windows were uncovered. I mean the shades were not down, just the normal window dressing and clear views outside. It's not like we have peepers wandering the neighborhood, but it was notable that she didn't seem to care.
We were dressed before my brother, Mike, bought the boys home. I was anyhow, Pam had just put her skirt and shirt back on, though she hadn't tucked the shirt in. Still braless and panty-less. Mike was just nineteen when Pam and I started dating years ago, he'd had a crush on her since day one. He'd been over lots of times, but as I have said, Pam is one for being proper. I can't remember her ever being without undergarments when we had anyone over. Hell, she hardly ever went like that for me as "the boys might see."
We're huggers in this family, so while the boys ran past us, Mike and Pam hugged at the door when he came to drop the kids off. His eyes popped wide open as they hugged, his hands on her back confirming that the breasts pressing into him were indeed unfettered. I could see his surprised expression - and the many thoughts running through his mind. I just smiled and winked.
"Thanks for being such a darling and getting the rug-rats for me," Pam kissed his cheek as she stepped back. I don't know if Pam caught it, but his eyes definitely went to her chest, then back to me. Man, if he only knew how she had looked twenty minutes ago! I left the smile on my face.
"I should, ah..." he awkwardly pointed over his shoulder, indicating that he should probably be going.
"Don't be silly," Pam said happily, "can't we get you a beer or something? At least stay and have some pizza with us, should be here in ten minutes, okay?"
"Naw, I should go. But, yeah, thanks. The kids were great," Mike replied, kind of fidgeting.
"Oh, alright," Pam pouted. "Thanks again," she stepped in to hug him again. With family and close friends, Pam is not one of those my-hips-are-staying-two-feet-from-your-hips kind of huggers, she's body to body, no air gap. Mike's eyes were wide again. He got another wink from me before he turned and headed out the door.
A minute later, my cell went off with a text. I looked at it and began to laugh.
"What's funny?" Pam asked as we walked into the kitchen.
"Mike says he hopes I'm not angry for interrupting us."
"Interrupting?" she looked confused.
"Come here," I smiled taking her hand and escorting her to the hall bath. I flipped on the light and said, "Look at yourself." It was not anger, I was very proud indeed.
"Oh my," came Pam's response as she looked in the mirror. Her next to the top button on her blouse was undone, not that big a deal unless you combined it with the quite stiff nipples poking straight ahead under her shirt. A shirt of chiffon, I might add, that draped sensuously on her rigid points.
"You let me go out like this?" she asked my reflection in the mirror.
"Ah, you were all buttoned up when you left the doctor's. And when you got home. As for the other," I smiled, "I didn't let you anything, that was your choice. I thought when you left your bra off that we were coming straight home, so I couldn't have known to protest if I even wanted to. You decided to leave there without your bra and panties on, though I have to say I'm really turned on that you did go out like that." I kissed her on the neck. "I'm very happy you did."
She blushed, but her hardness did not dissipate, "I didn't realize how apparent they were," she said quietly as she peered at herself in the mirror. "Oh God, I went to the gas station , Target, and the liquor store like this? I thought.... I felt like some guys were eyeing me, but decided I was imagining it."
"Pretty sure you were right," I declared with self-satisfaction and pride in my wife. "But you wanted to go out without your bra and panties, didn't you?" I asked as I put my arms around her.
She shivered. She stared at me in the mirror. "I... Steve, I can't explain what I'm feeling. It's thrilling and terrifying and I don't understand it myself. I...I'm turned on too. I know that's not right , but"
"But what?" I cut her off, "What's not right about it, about something we are both turned on by? Something that excites both of us and leads to more lovemaking? Are we hurting anyone?"
