I have a pool playing friend that although he knows I'm happily married, is always flirting with me and trying to cop a feel of my tits. I have to admit that it gets me a little aroused, but I've never acted on it and I always tell my husband about it when I get home.
This has been going on for several years now and the last time I told hubby about it, he said bluntly, "Why don't you show them to him?"
"You'd be okay with that?" I asked, more than a little surprised.
"Yes, I would. Hell, you ought to go ahead and let the guy fuck you,you've been teasing him for years."
"You really mean that??" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my husband of 38 years.
"Yes, for god's sake. I know it gets you both excited. After all these years I don't think I have to worry about you running off with him, do I?"
"No, of course not sweetheart. I love you more than anything." I was still a little stunned. I couldn't believe that my husband was giving me permission to have sex with another man......
I played the next couple of weeks as normal, although I did let Keith get a little more handsy. He definitely noticed and took full advantage. The third week I dressed in a mid length halter top dress which showed more cleavage, especially since I didn't wear a bra. I cinched it up tight so my 40DD's were beautifully displayed.
When I walked into the pool hall, it seemed every guy took notice, especially Keith. His eyes lit up and a broad smile crossed his face. He was seeing more of my tits, and my legs, than he'd ever seen before.
Needless to say, he was almost a nuisance during our games and the distraction didn't help my games any, but I had something else in mind that night anyway.
Keith and I were both eliminated early, so we went to the bar for a drink. He was acting almost like a teenager trying to get his first glimpse of boobs as we sat at the darkened end cap and talked. At one point he went to the men's room and when he returned, he scooted his stool much closer to me. We had another drink and about halfway through, I felt his hand on my leg above my knee. My dress was hiked up about mid-thigh as I sat on the stool and I was curious how bold he would be, so I didn't object or say anything about it. As we continued to talk, his hand started caressing my thigh and ever so slowly, he worked his way higher. If he only had any idea how aroused I was at this point. I sort of wished my husband was here to watch as I let this man touch me in ways no man other than he had touched me in decades.
By the third drink, Keith's hand was under my dress and I subtly turned giving him more access. When his fingers finally brushed my wet, bald pussy, he suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing any underwear (for the record, I never do). The look on his face was priceless and I think he expected to be slapped, but I just opened my legs a little wider.
I wasn't worried about being seen, due to our end location at the bar, so I let Keith play. He slipped a finger into my slick hole and teased me as I pulled my dress a little higher and opened my legs more.