I - From Mild to Wild
Amy caught John at it again.
A week ago, Amy had come home early from shopping, and found her husband standing near the window of their upstairs bedroom, staring out the window. She had quietly approached, and looked out the window to see what had captured his attention.
Their next-door neighbor, Jill, was sunbathing.
As the song goes, she wore an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny bikini, but that was where the adherence to the lyrics stopped. The bikini top was a deep pink color with scalloped ruffled edges, and the bikini bottoms were a light blue paisley-like pattern, although if Amy had been daring enough to sneak up behind John and put her hands over his eyes, asking him what the color of Jill's bathing suit was, John probably wouldn't have been able to tell her; he wasn't really looking at the bikini, but at the areas on Jill's body that the bikini didn't cover, that expanse of tan skin that bore testament to her habit of taking the sun in what she thought was the privacy of her back yard.
Amy giggled at the thought, and how badly her husband would react, caught red-faced if not red-handed, so to speak. The sound of her amusement broke John from his spell, and he grew flustered.
"I was just..." he stammered when she interrupted him from making any excuse.
"John, I told you last time... I don't mind if you look. Jill does have a fine body, and she obviously takes care of it - why shouldn't you look? Its not like she wears a one-piece when she and Jack come over to swim, right?" Amy soothed. "Would you like me to leave you to it, or would you like some company?"
A confused look passed over John's face. "Company? No, I was just finishing up..."
Amy sauntered over to where her husband stood. "What a shame..." she murmured, leaning up to kiss John's shoulder. Gracefully sliding to her knees, she reached over to where John's trousers bulged. "Maybe you should let me be the one to finish you up, my love..." she purred up at him, running a finger across his fabric-covered cock. "I mean, it would be a shame to let a perfectly hard cock like this go to waste, now wouldn't it?" she asked rhetorically as she unzipped his trousers.
John looked down at his beautiful wife of many years with surprise. She was petite, with a stunning carriage and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were perfect for her diminutive frame, and her pale white skin practically glowed in the darkness of their bedroom. Her red-gold hair was parted on the left and hung down in waves past her shapely shoulders.
Yet it was not her beauty which had captured and kept his heart through the years - it was her kindness, her lively intelligence, and her compassionate spirit which had bound him to her. John had always been a conservative fellow, and had taken pride that the core of their relationship was firmly affixed in a bedrock of mutual respect and regard, and not on ephemeral things like beauty. Granted, he found Amy utterly beautiful - how could anyone with working eyes not? - but he felt quite privileged that their relationship transcended mere sex. He tried to make as few demands on her in that regard as possible, trying not to dwell upon the secular parts of their marriage, but rather on the sacred union of their hearts. Jill had always been virtuous, and he had not wanted to press his animalistic urges upon such an angel.
