I had it in my mind that my wife, Sharon, would really loosen up after our incident. We had made a little trip, done some flashing, she had gotten thoroughly screwed in the back seat of my old Desoto. My fantasy was now true.
Except she went right back to being the way she was before, it was like it hadn't even happened. I tried to start a discussion about it, but she would cut me off with "That was a one-time thing" and didn't plan on anything like that happening.
So I went back to my job at the mill, stuffing paper bags in bales from 11 at night until 7 in the morning.
Two full years flew by, the bills were getting paid, and Sharon and I got along all right, but no messing around at all.
I took to stopping in the mornings at a local tavern, to have a beer and shoot some pool. I met this guy called Sonny, he was a local garbage truck driver. He had arms the size of trash cans from picking up the heavy cans all day. I was no slouch in that department either, the bales I moved around all night weighed close to 80 pounds.
Just a couple of guys about the same age and the same station in life, we became buds.
Sharon and I had dinner with Sonny and his cute wife Laura several times, we did the campouts and boat trips, sometimes the beach.
One day we were at the beach, it was hot and the brisk breeze off the ocean felt good.
We were just sitting on some blankets sipping beer and talking, I happened to look over at Laura and one of her titties had jiggled loose, about half of her right nipple had slipped out of the top of her bathing suit.
I told her, she gasped and stuffed it back in, blushing furiously. "Don't be bashful on my account!" I laughed, "I thought it was cute!"
That just made her blush more, Sonny just laughed at her, and said, "Let's see the other one, Honey!"
Laura stuck her tongue out at him, I looked at Sharon and told her, "Show Sonny one of yours, Babe, fair is fair!"
Sharon gave me a funny look, then just pulled down her top for a second, exposing one nipple. Sonny looked, and darned if he didn't blush too!
The conversation quickly got into the one about how men could run around with no shirt on but women couldn't, we were all agreeing that that wasn't fair. We were also all getting a little drunk.
I told them the story about how Sharon and I had flashed some guys in the restaurant a few years back, leaving out the part of Sharon screwing Carl on the way home afterwards.
I noticed Sonny was getting a hardon in his bathing trucks, Laura piped up with a shocked sounding "God, you really did that?" and "How did it feel?", she was showing interest.
Then Sonny told us how he and Laura had been messing around out in the woods by the park, and two guys had come down the trail and caught her with her shirt off. He ended it with "They sure got an eyefull!"
Laura said, "Yes, but that was an accident, you guys did it deliberately!" I noticed Laura had squirmed around and leaned forwards, and a hint of the top of her nipple was showing again. She caught me looking, but made no move to correct.
I looked over at Sharon, she was looking at Laura, too. So was Sonny, the conversation suddenly got quiet. We all just looked at Laura for what seemed like several minutes. Laura shifted her arm, the strap of her top slipped over her shoulder. Only faith and hope was holding the one side of her top up, we all knew it. The silence was deafening!