It took me by complete surprise. We were in the early years of marriage and it had never crossed my mind. Perhaps it was because she'd clearly shown her disapproval when I was photographing her, and I'd nervously suggested she should open her blouse to reveal the swell of her 34C tits in her push up bra.
In those early days, Amber balked at anything other than conservative clothing. Dresses and pants were usually a size larger to camouflage her delightful curves. Whenever I suggested showing a little cleavage or wearing tighter fitting pants, I'd hear the usual line, "I'm a married woman; I don't want men lusting after me". So I was almost knocked off my feet when she cautiously accepted the fuscia-coloured crop top I bought for her while away on a business trip. It had three buttons that opened so it could slip easily over her head.
When Amber finally agreed to try it on, she made it clear that she wouldn't wear it outside the house. When she returned from the bedroom to where I was sitting in the kitchen, she had on the top. She looked good. As I took in the sight, I noticed the movement of her tits under the top and I knew she'd left off her bra. Seeing her delicious nipples protruding through the thin cotton, I felt my cock stirring. Gosh, she looked wonderful!
I resisted as long as I could, just making small chat, but as soon as she turned her back to me, I moved from the table, walked nonchalantly across to her and placed my hands on her bare waist, leaned forward, gently kissed her neck and told her that I loved her and said that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She loved when I did that and began to luxuriate in my kisses as I raised my hands up, under her top to cup her delightful tits. The weight of a woman's tits have always fascinated me, and I love feeling them in my hands, as if weighing them.
This move never failed. She pushed out her butt against my erect cock and begin to rotate her hips. That was just the start to a passionate morning of sensational sex. I first fucked her, just where she was, standing by the sink, facing the open window and looking out to the backyard. Afterwards, we moved to one of the chairs in the kitchen where I sat naked, and she impaled herself on my cock!
Later, she asked, "What turned you on so much this morning?" I told her that it was seeing her in the top without a bra and that I had imagined seeing her wearing it outside.
"Do you mean that it turns you on if other men see me wearing this without a bra?" She asked. I nodded. She looked at me, giving me a look that seemed to ask, "Do I know this man?" Finally, she said, "I don't know, but I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with you!" With that said, she left the subject and the room. Clearly I'd blown it. The only consolation I could muster was the memory of the old pensioner from the house overlooking our backyard peeking through his curtains and down into our kitchen as Amber rode my cock, oblivious to his gaze. I wasn't sure, but it even looked like he had a pair of binoculars.
One of the benefits of working mostly from home is being able to manage my own time. So, five days after our Sunday morning fuck, Amber called from the hallway and asked if I wanted to drive with her to the town center. "Give me 15 minutes to finish up and I'll join you," I replied. I'd been up early trying to finish up a report to send off to my office before noon.
I knew what Amber wanted. She had been working for a couple of months at a small law office in town but had recently quit, wanting to move into the career she was trained for. She'd arranged to drop in to collect her final paycheck and say goodbye to a couple of the girls she had worked with. She wanted me to accompany her so she could show me off to them-at least that's what she told me. I was happy to play along.
As promised, fifteen minutes later, I packed up and left my home office. She was waiting for me by the front door. When I saw her, I involuntarily stopped. She was wearing tight-fitting black pants and the fuscia top. There was an even greater surprise-she was braless! Of course her nipples were proudly pushing against the material. I think I must have gasped out aloud because she asked, "Are you ok?". She tried to look serious, but I had enough of my wits about me to realize that she was trying to hide a smirk. I blurted out something silly about being distracted and quickly reached for the car keys without commenting about her outfit.
Throughout the fifteen-minute car journey into town, I kept on glancing at her blouse, not believing that she was not only wearing it out of the house, but she was braless! The resulting erection was almost painful because of my seated position. I kept wondering how I could hide it when we had to walk along the main road to the office. I had on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, but the shirt wasn't long enough to really hide my bulge. For her part, Amber was her usual self, chatting about finally working in her career after two years of being married and suggested some ideas as to how we could manage career and family when we finally decide to have children. It was as if she dressed like this every day.
By the time I found a parking spot, my erection had subsided somewhat. We locked up the car and began the three minute walk to her old office. Amber continued chatting as we walked. I took a sideways glance at her tits and saw them happily jiggling beneath the thin material. Her nipples were now really poking through. I think she was as aroused as I was! Men of all ages passing by fixed their gazes firmly on her tits as they approached and realized that they were in for the best thrill of the day. Most guiltily avoided eye contact with me, but I didn't mind. It was just fantastic to see them enjoying Amber's tits, even though they could never touch them.
It seemed as if Amber was beginning to realize the power she had through her tits and even smiled with one or two of the better looking men..
When we reached her office, she turned to me and said, "Why don't you wait for me here. I don't want the girls to get too jealous." I had no idea what she was planning. What happened to wanting to show me off? But who was I to argue after she had just given me one of the best thrills of my life? My suspicion that I am really turned on when other men see her charms had been confirmed as we'd walked to the office.
She remained in the office for over ten minutes. I had begun to wonder what was taking so long when she finally emerged. I noticed that two of the three buttons on the blouse were undone, revealing a bit of cleavage. I asked what took the time. "Oh, I had to wait a bit for the check to be written and chatted with a couple of the old partners for a little while," she replied.
The walk back to the car was as exhilarating as it had been coming from it. I was unashamedly aroused and made no effort to hide my erection. I even noticed a couple of women glancing my way.
"I guess the old partners must have been speechless when they saw your tits", I teased as we neared the car.
"Well, they seem to have difficulty looking me in the eyes," she said, smiling.
"So, were any of them brave enough to ask you to give him a flash?" I asked.
She shook her head, "No, they are too professional to say anything like that," she said smiling, "but, I did lean over old Mr. Garrick's desk."
"Wow, you must have nearly given him a heart attack! What, he must be at least 70!"
"Seventy-one, actually. But he was so kind to me while I worked there that I just thought, 'why not?' and opened two buttons on my top just before going into his office so that when I bent over, he'd get an eyeful of my tits. He hardly knew what to say. He just kept looking until he managed to get himself under control, look at me and began speaking. It must have been really hard for him because he was blushing so much."
I could not believe that this was my wife, Amber, speaking. What had happened? This was not the woman I knew! I began to realize that she is clearly unpredictable and full of surprises.
As we drove home, she continued, "I kind of felt sorry for him while I worked was there because his wife had died a couple of years earlier, and he was very lonely. Some of the girls would talk, saying how they'd catch him watching them, almost longingly. But none of them would even look his way because he's old. Poor guy, he still has feelings."
"Sounds like you were ready to let him touch your tits and maybe even fuck you," I hesitantly suggested.
"So, you're not satisfied with other men seeing my braless tits. Now you want me to let another man feel them and fuck me?" She asked, indignantly.
"Well, you sounded as if you'd let him at least touch you." I responded. "I wouldn't have minded at all. In fact, it's been such a hot experience I feel like I'm going to burst my pants here."
She remained quiet, looked at me then slowly moved her hand to my crotch and gently moved her palms over the length of my cock. It was almost painful. I needed to fuck her. I was dying to slip my cock into her wet pussy. My manhood was as parched as a desert. It needed the rich moisture of her succulent pussy. I was longing to feel the relief of her wetness as I pushed into her and felt the muscles of her pussy grip my cock and begin to massage it until I came.
"Yes, I can feel it so hard!" She exclaimed. "Gosh, you are really aroused, aren't you? I bet you're even more turned on than last week when I first wore the top, and you fucked me in the kitchen."
"Yep, today was powerful. Now, undo that last button because we're just arriving home and I'm going to fuck you like old Mr. Garrick wished he could have!
"You want it in the kitchen again?" She asked.
"Anywhere. I'd do it right here parked in the driveway, if you'd let me."
She was out of the car and heading for the front door before I'd even switched off the engine.
That all happened a long time ago. We had come a long way since then. In our love-making, we'd often fantasize about the time when she went into Mr. Garrick's office. While she wanted me to tell the story, she eagerly added bits to make it more erotic as we fantasized about him fucking her. However, she strongly resisted my suggestions about letting another man fuck her. That is, until our trip to Washington last year (see 'Unpredictable Amber') when our friend Tom fucked her in our first threesome, and the day after returning home when the piano tuner did more than simply tune the piano (see 'Amber and the Piano Tuner').
In the summer, Amber and I often walk around our quiet neighbourhood. We love walking, especially when our two boys were at summer camp, as they were on this occasion. She would always wear shorts and a very thin top, preferably white, with usually a mix of cotton and lycra. With the lycra, the top always outlines her gorgeous tits. One of her (and mine also) favourites is one that strongly hints at her brown areolas and fails miserably to hide her protruding nipples. Being white, it makes her old fuscia top look decent.
We rarely see many people on our walk, but some sharper-eyed male drivers always slow down when they realize what they are seeing. Whenever we come across a man walking, we know she has made his day when we see his eyes open in disbelief as he counts his good fortune. One or two of the braver ones even stopped and made conversation, but they always struggled with eye contact!
Occasionally, whenever I'm away, she has to walk by herself. On those occasions, she takes a shorter route that takes in a retirement village. She enjoys seeing the gardens with flowers.
It was one of those times when I was out of town for a meeting. I'd hoped to get home in time for our walk, but I was running late. I called to let her know that I'd be late so she'd not wait around for me. Maybe it's best if Amber describes what happened to her on her walk.
