The following story is a re-imagining of a story by Jet Lag called 'A Summer to Remember'. While many of the details have been revised per my own preferences, the basic story structure originates from Jet Lag. All credit and praise belong to Jet Lag. I accept all criticism.
All characters are 18 years of age or older. This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. This story and its characters are entirely fictional. Feedback welcome and appreciated!
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My wife Brie and I had been married for just a couple of years. We met in college and got engaged in our senior year. We settled down in a suburb where I took a job at an engineering firm and Brie took a teaching position at a local high school. We were still young and not looking to start a family just yet, so we focused on our jobs and living life to the fullest.
Brie was quite pretty, with long brunette hair that partially covered her face with her current hairstyle. She was petite with an athletic body and perky B cup breasts that looked great on her slim figure. Particularly in college, people were often surprised that we were together, as I wasn't quite in the same attractiveness class as she was. But Brie was never arrogant about her looks. I think it stemmed from the fact that she was a late bloomer and just never judged people too much on their looks. That worked out fine for me.
While she wasn't stuck up about her looks, she wasn't oblivious that guys were attracted to her and she enjoyed that attention. One of the most memorable times from college came during our Junior year. We were hanging out drinking one night with our usual group of friends. There were maybe eight of us in all. Someone joked that we should streak across campus, and somehow in our drunken state we all agreed. I remember thinking excitedly about seeing a couple of the other girls naked. And while that was definitely a treat, what stuck in my head afterwards was the reaction of the other guys to seeing Brie naked. She was definitely the hottest girl in the group, and I'm sure that the other guys never expected to ever get to see her naked. They weren't rude or anything, but they definitely stared at her and Brie certainly noticed.
We talked about the streaking incident many times afterwards. She knew that I enjoyed having the other guys see her, and she was happy that I was more interested in that than seeing the other girls naked. Brie said that she never expected that she would do such a thing, but alcohol and group-think kicked in. She was embarrassed about getting naked and streaking, especially with all of the guys getting a good look at her. But while she was embarrassed, she also told me that she found it exciting to have these friends of ours being so interested in seeing her naked.
Now, as a high school teacher, Brie would often tell me about catching boys staring at her in class or trying to take a peek down her shirt. She also told me about a gym teacher JL, for John Luke apparently, and a history teacher Cam that seemed to go out of their way to interact with her. She told me that they both liked to peek at her too. She said that there had been numerous times when she had turned around and caught them staring at her butt, or she would look across a room to see one of them looking at her chest. Brie seemed to like the attention but also appreciated that they were always professional and didn't make sexual comments to her.
When she first told me about the ogling, I didn't think too much about it. As great as she looked, I knew that guys would check her out. But after she told me about the boys and JL and Cam all watching her, I couldn't help but think about it every time I saw her attire in the morning. Although she always dressed appropriately for work, there were days when she showed some modest cleavage or her pants nicely showed off her ass, and I couldn't help to think of her students and fellow teachers enjoying the view that day.
Although this was nothing like the streaking, it became a bit of a turn-on for me, knowing that guys were going to be trying to look at her tits. I would often ask her as we were getting in bed whether she thought the guys enjoyed the view that day. She would typically just giggle as she admitted that she caught some looks. It became kind of a playful and sexy thing for us to talk about.
Soon I started jokingly suggesting in the morning that she should lose the bra and give them all a real show. She would just smile and roll her eyes. And then at night I would bring it up again, making her think about the looks that she would have received if she would have gone braless. We both knew that she never could actually do that without risking her job, but it was sexy to think about and see her embarrassed reaction.
As the school-year went on, she got to know JL and Cam a bit better. Most notably, she found out that they were part of a local amateur drama group. This piqued her interest because she had performed in a couple of plays in high school and looked fondly back at acting. Of course, they encouraged her to join and before long she did so.
I was mostly happy about it. I was working long days, whereas Brie was often home by 4:00. She spent some time preparing classes or grading in the evenings, but there was just a lot of time when I needed to work and she wanted us to go out or otherwise spend some time together. So I was happy that she had found a hobby that she could enjoy.
The drama club put on shows every Saturday night. As a way to allow the actors to try out different roles, the group only performed 10-minute plays. I hadn't heard of such a thing before, but apparently they are not uncommon, especially for novice playwrights and actors. Every Saturday night, the drama club would perform a series of these 10-minute plays. Each 10-minute play would typically only have a cast of two or three people and may run just one week, or several weeks depending on how long the cast wanted to keep performing the same play. So every week Brie would meet with the group several times to select plays and form casts and rehearse. And then on Saturday night they would perform before a modest crowd.
One Sunday night she was reading some scripts in bed, when she surprised me with a laugh and an, "Oh my!"
I inquired and she told me that one of the scripts that was circulated by one of the playwrights was quite risque.
"Oh, how so?" I asked.
"Well, it is a story about a couple, Thomas and Maria. They are going through some marital problems. The couple argues for a bit, and then while Maria is talking about her feelings of loneliness, Thomas starts caressing her breast and running his hand along her behind. They start to kiss, and then strip naked and get into bed and have sex for the last couple of minutes. And then the curtain drops."
"Huh. So by 'strip naked', do you mean, like, fully naked?"
"That's what the script says."
"Is nudity even allowed?"
"Yeah. I've been told that they've done some plays in the past with varying degrees of nudity. It's not common, but not unheard of either."
"And they're actually going to show the characters having sex?"
"Well they'll be partially under covers so it won't be explicit at all. The main nudity part will be pretty brief."
As we were having this conversation it didn't occur to me at all that she would consider volunteering for this one. But then I noticed her eyes were lingering on the script.
"I'd be more than happy to rehearse it with you if you'd like," I told her with a smile.
