I woke up in the late morning. Which is unusual for me. I was still full of fuzzies and the evening came back to me. My wife and I had the evening to ourselves. Grandma had snatched the kids for a weekend and we were alone. My wife made a nice dinner. We enjoyed some good wine, and off to bed we went. The plan was for us to have some good leisurely sex. Well, we cuddled and both of us dropped off to sleep. So much for sex that night but it was still wonderful.
I was still in my boxers and that's all. I looked around thinking we could make up for our loss, and my wife was already up. The bathroom door was open and I could see her rummaging around getting ready for the day. She had on that old shirt. I have always wondered what the story was behind it. It predated our marriage. It wasn't a ladies shirt. It was blue and white striped cross ways not up and down. The shirt had sleeves just over her elbows. It was made of very heavy cotton material and didn't have a normal neck opening. Instead, it had an upper seam that was left open so your head kinda stuck out. The whole thing was large and bulky. The thing ended just over her but cheeks. As she walked. I could tell she had on panties but nothing else.
"Sweetheart, where did you get that shirt exactly?" I asked.
"This silly thing? Just got it before we were married." She replied.
Funny thing about my wife. She actually can't lie. She will try to get out of telling you or muddle the circumstance of whatever we are talking about, even get mad and try not to tell at all, but in the end, never lie. Well she was actively trying not to tell me so the story must be good. Now I had to know.
"Come on now sweetie. What is it and where did you get it. No trying to get out of it." I told her.
"Really? It was so long ago honestly." She quipped
"No double speak baby. Tell me!"
She turned back to the bed and came over. " It isn't a shirt. It's a Tunic, and I got it in France when I was traveling."She answered.
"Tunic? What kind of Tunic? And how did you get it?"I replied.
"It's a french sailor's tunic. From the French navy."she shot back.
"And?"was my response.
She reached over and got her bottle of hand lotion and hopped up on the bed. She flipped the covers off completely. "Let me take care of this thing for you honey." She said as she tugged my boxers off and spread my knees.
This must be good if she is willing to distract me that bad. I was half hard already with morning wood. She began to slather my cock. It felt so good!
"mmmm. How did you get a sailor's Tunic baby and don't you dare stop!" I told her
She looked flustered and looked up at me still stroking my engorged cock.
"Remember Ariel? I told you about her from the train in Southern France?" she asked.
"Yeah. Older lady. Invited you to stay a there house while you were there right?"I answered.
"Yes that's her. She had a Son in the Navy." She reached up and slipped the tunic off giving me a view of her perfect tits as she knelt between my legs and so slowly and carefully jerked me off.
"Why did he give you one of his tunics baby? I asked.
"She looked up at me and kind of sighed. While she ran her fist up and down my shaft ever so slowly, pushing the skin and a puddle of lotion up with the hand and then sliding it back as she receded, she continued the explanation. It felt so good. The head was purple now. I was trying my best not to shoot cum straight up in the air from her manipulations. She looked up at me flustered now and resigned herself to telling me.
"There were three of them baby. Ariel's son and two of his friends home on leave and they asked me to go to the beach with them. They were planning a fishing and swimming trip."
"But why did one of them give you a shirt?"I asked with my curiosity up.
