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