Maybe it was out of boredom, or maybe I’ve always had this wild streak that only came out after Bob and I had been married for a few years. Sometimes I think I act out just to get some attention from him. He’s a lawyer for a big corporation. He makes great money. But he’s usually so preoccupied with work he doesn’t have time for me. That’s what brought all this on. If you asked him I think he would admit that.
I should give you an idea of what I mean by wild. Its this devil may care attitude I get into sometimes. One time we were driving to Phoenix to see my parents. It was hot, even with the air conditioning going. I was bored. Bob just sits here behind the wheel - Mister Steady. I got the notion to take off my blouse and bra. We were on the freeway in the Mercedes. Bob looked over at me sitting there bare breasted and says, “That’s a look.”
Then he passed one of those big trucks. I glanced up at the driver. His eyes were glued to my tits. Bob caught on to what was happening. Instead of stomping on the gas to get by, he slows down so we stay even with the truck. It was like he was calling by bluff. That scene went on for a good ten minutes. The trucker blew his horn and kept waving at me.
I even started playing with myself. I grabbed my titties and pulled each one up so I could lick my nipples. My boobs are pretty fine. That’s not bragging, that’s the truth. I figured why not put on show for someone who appreciates it. Finally, I made like I was going to wiggle out of my slacks. That got Bob’s attention. He put his foot down on the gas and we shot past the truck. That night at my folks house he was all over me. He insisted we leave the lights on too.
That’s my husband. If I asked him straight out if doing things like that turned him on, I would get the most non-committal, lawyer bullshit answer imaginable. But when I do something that gets to him, the results are immediate. That is until this last little episode. I never imagined the depth and scope of his hidden desires.
I should explain a few things. The weekend I’m talking about started out as innocent as anything. Bob got the use of the company ski chalet up in Lake Tahoe. The place is gorgeous, a huge four bedroom thing close to some of the best skiing in the world. We flew up early Friday morning and rented a car at the Reno airport. I love to ski and a long weekend away got me excited.
When we got to the place and took our bags inside we got a surprise. Papers and briefcases and all kinds of stuff was scattered around the living room. It was obvious someone else was staying there. We called out but no one was there right then. Bob got on the phone to his office. After twenty minutes of getting transferred around he finally got the story.
Two young associate attorneys from Bob’s company were there working with two others from another company. It was some big joint project. They were working out the details and needed a place off by themselves. It was some big deal. If word got out before they were finished both companies would look bad or something. I didn’t care much about that crap. I was disappointed that we had to share the place or go somewhere else.
I checked out the bedrooms. Sure enough, all four were being used. When I came down to tell Bob, the front door opened. The most gorgeous young guy I had seen in a long time stood there looking at me. He looked like Mel Gibson, take off about fifteen years. Before I could say anything Bob came up behind me. They knew each other from work. Seth was his name.
Bob told him about the situation. The other three guys were out at a restaurant nearby for breakfast. Seth said they could rearrange things so the guys shared a couple of bedrooms. That would make the master suite available for Bob and me. Since we planned to spend our time skiing and taking in the nightlife in town, that sounded OK to us. The idea of a weekend being the only woman in a group of five guys didn’t exactly upset me either. And if the other guys looked anything like Seth, well, that opened up a lot of possibilities for some major league flirting and teasing.
Bob and I were up in the bedroom changing into our ski outfits. I was down to my bra and panties, rummaging in my suitcase for a turtleneck when Bob stepped up close. He reached out and traced the outline of one of my erect nipples with his finger. “Try not to get too outrageous this weekend, OK?”
His question caught me by surprise. But my smart mouth didn’t fail me. “So, I I can get outrageous but not too outrageous. You’ll let me know when I’m about to cross that line.”
He kept teasing my nipple and staring at the soft valley between my breasts. “You know what I mean. I work with two of these young men. I can’t have stories about your flirting and teasing getting back to the office.”
I took his finger in one hand. I brought it up to my mouth and licked his fingertip with the tip of my tongue. Then I sucked his finger into my mouth, staring into his eyes all the time. The sensation was quickly getting to him. He caught himself and pulled back his hand. I said, “They are all attorneys like you, right?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
I let his question hang there for a long moment. “Well, I could hire all of them for a dollar apiece. Everything we might do or say would fall under attorney - client privilege. Anyone talks, they get tossed out of your precious bar.”
