I am a 46 year old attorney, and mother of two teenagers. My husband Jon is 45 and has been showing signs of having a mid life crisis. Most men, when they have a mid life crisis have an uncontrollable urge to buy a Corvette or a Harley. Not Jon. He has an urgent need to see me expose myself to other men, and has even said he wants to watch me have sex with someone else. I hated to disappoint him, but that just didn't sound like a good idea to me. That kind of thing can ruin a female lawyer's career. I gave in a little bit to the point of occasionally wearing low cut or sheer tops under my business suits when I went downtown. If I wasn't careful about how my jacket hung, like if my briefcase shoulder strap made the jacket hang open, my nipples may be visible.
This past Sunday, the kids were both gone for two weeks for summer camp. Jon and I laid in bed talking over coffee and he asked if I could wear something hot for him today since we were alone. I chose a tight white yoga top that although it had a little liner in it, still allowed my nipples to be easily seen. So I wore a little gauzy vest on top so we could go to church without me waving my erect nipples around and causing whispers.
We got home and I changed into shorts and took off the gauze shirt, then went upstairs to my office to work on a case that was due the next day. It was going to be an all day project. Jon changed into work clothes and went outside to work in the yard. After an hour or so, I heard a voice in the hall outside my office door.
"Sheila?" The voice called out.
"In here." I replied.
A colleague who lives near us, Dan is his name, walked in. It didn't occur to me that I was sitting in a shirt that was extremely low cut and showed my nipples until Dan looked at me and his jaw dropped open. Jon new damned well I was up here dressed like this and sent Dan in without warning me on purpose. He wanted Dan to see me like this. I blushed and immediately went into an apology for my attire. I explained how Jon loves it when I wear this kind of thing. I was so flustered and angry that I also blabbed on about Jon's desire to see me with another man. Dan was amused. I hatched a plan to cure Jon of his kinky fantasy. I figured he'd panic if he saw it actually about to happen. I explained to Dan how I'd call Jon in and ask him where he put the condoms after his vasectomy because Dan and I want to have sex and let him watch. He laughed and said he'd play along. I told him to stand next to my chair and I called out the open window.
"Jon! Come up here! You are going to want to see this!"
After a minute or so, Jon walked in and I was sitting in my chair holding Dan's hands in mine. I said
