The simple sexy things have always turned me on. A quick glance up a short skirt, peeks down a woman's low cut blouse or especially the dark outline of a braless woman's aureole has always sent a shiver down my spine. So, for my wife to do these sexy acts certainly gets me excited. The problem is that she very seldom does one of these acts. When she does, it is with lots of pleading from me.
I remember every time, intentional or unintentional, that she has done something sexy. Like the time we were at a department store and she had a low cut shirt on. As she wrote the check, the male clerk got a very good look down her shirt. He saw her creamy globes nestled inside her bra. He certainly got an eyeful. My wife didn't realize what was going on until I told her later. I told her how excited I got, but she just said how embarrassed she was.
Another time we were at a hotel, out in the swimming pool and our daughter accidentally pulled my wife bathing suit top down. Her breasts were bared for all to see and several men got a good look. When my wife realize what had happened she quickly pulled up her top and left the pool. But, it excited me to no end.
I really like it when she does not wear a bra. Her nipples showing through a thin shirt or just the swaying movement of her breasts really turns me on. The thought of other men getting a glimpse of her breasts delights me.
I get really horny when she has to go to the doctor. I know that there is a good chance that the doctor will get to see some part of her naked body. I remember getting excited when she returned from the doctor's office. I would fantasize about the doctor touching her breast or feeling her pussy; of course she always said that it was embarrassing and that it didn't excite her.
I always like her body and knew that other men did too. Of course, like a typical female, she would say things like no one wants to see me, one would be interested in me, or that I am too old (now 45) for anyone to look at her.
It has always excited me when my wife flirts or touches another man. It has not happened much in our time together, but the few times it has happened I was ecstatic. I remember when we were going together, we were at her house and she kissed her cousin, nothing sexual but still a good kiss and I instantly became hard. She was sitting on my lap at the time she had to know that it excited me. To see her rub body against another man as they dance or to see lips touch another man's has always been thrilling to me. I believe she knows this because our lovemaking, after these instances, is much more fervent.
I have dreamed about her kissing, touching, flirting and even having sex with another man. I work third shift and I come home hoping that I might catch her in bed with someone else. I imagine that I would peek in the door and see some guy down between her legs licking her pussy. She would call him up to her and suck his dick, then she would guide him between her legs and he would fuck her, leaving a load of sperm in her cunt. I would hide and when the man leaves I would go in and eat her. Sucking her juices and the man's come that still was buried in her pussy.
When I try to bring this subject (always during lovemaking) she seems to get excited but after lovemaking, always goes back to the "no one would want me" line. I tell her that this is not the case. She is nice looking, not model beautiful, but still pretty. Her body is very good, nice round breasts, large nipples and aureoles, small waist and shapely ass, though she complains that her legs are too big. She is the type person that is nice looking but does little to enhance her looks. I have always felt that if she would present a sexier, more confident image that she could turn from just pretty to a knockout. But, she likes to down play her looks and her sexuality, again saying "no one wants to look at me". Still I always hoped that she would change and become more outgoing and more sexual.
One Friday evening we were getting ready to go to Nashville (for the big flea market at the fairgrounds). I asked her to leave off her bra. I love the way her breasts look braless and also felt that this would be a good opportunity to show a little to other men. We were staying the weekend and I thought that maybe she would indulge me since we were going to be out of town.
"No one wants to look at me." she said.
"Come on do it for me." I pleaded.
"No!" she stated "and if you don't quit I won't even go.
So the trip seemed to start off on a sour note. I was mad because she put on one of her old granny bras. She was mad because I tried to make her do something that she didn't want to do. I always felt that one day she would come to her senses and see that she could be sexy and even beautiful if she just gave it a chance. Today did not seem like the day.
As the sun began to set and the orange glow of the sky settled in, we drove in silence to the ferry that crossed the Ohio River (about forty miles away). I guess I wasn't really mad but more just disappointed. We sat in silence as we waited and then loaded the car on to the ferry and started across the river. The ferry was full and still in a disappointed mood, I sat staring out up the river. The crossing takes about ten minutes and I started to daydream when I heard my wife say "Would you like a ride?"
I didn't know whom she was talking to until a saw a lone figure standing by the railing looking out over the river. The young man looked to be about 18 years old. He was tall, thin, and black. There was a backpack at the feet of the young man, so it was easy to see that he was traveling by foot. He was wearing a white tank top and blue shorts, not the baggy drawers that young men wear today but nylon running shorts. The shorts were highs cut with overlapping silts on the side to allow ease of movement. His head was clean-shaven and he had a small well-groomed moustache. In fact, he was actually very slight looking.
"Yes, if you don't mind" his English was not the ebonic laden speech of today's youth but rather an educated sounding verse.
I came to life and told him to hop on in. He piled into the back seat. As he got in the vehicle I took closer notice of what he looked like. I saw that his skin was the color of milk chocolate. His lips were full but not thick and his features somewhat delicate. And while I am not an expert on men's looks I quickly saw that this young man was extremely handsome. I began to wonder what was going on. It was not like my wife to offer a perfect stranger a ride.
"Where are you heading? I asked
"Not anywhere in particular, just traveling." he replied.
"Well, we are headed for Nashville, so if you want off between here and there just let me know."
"Nashville sounds fine to me"
"I'm Jack and this is my wife Diane," I said pointing toward my wife.
"I'm William, thanks for the ride. Not many people seem to want to give a black man a ride in Southern Illinois." he stated
We unloaded off the ferry and headed toward Marion, Kentucky. My mind wondering all the time, why did she ask him to ride with us? I never suspected anything out of the ordinary. After all this is the woman that wears granny panties and says "no one wants to look at me."
My wife turned sideways in her seat and started small talk with William. As they talked I looked closely at her and soon found that he was exciting her. I could see her nipples starting to harden (even through the heavy cotton bra). She became chattier and seemed to laugh at even the least funny of remarks. As she spoke with him she would lean over and pat his arm that was hanging on the side of the bucket seats. My goodness, I thought, she is getting turned on.
I always stop to get gas when I get over in Kentucky simply because it 10-15 cents cheaper per gallon there than in Illinois. So when we got to Marion, I pulled into a Quik-Mart for a fill-up. William headed into the store as Diane headed toward the side where the restrooms were located. I began the fill-up. I glanced up as Diane came sauntering back from the restroom and got a huge surprise. While in the restroom, she had put on make-up and taken off her bra. Her aureoles were visible through her white shirt. The silver dollar sized spots could be clearly seen. She had undone two buttons so the shirt was open halfway down her chest. Her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. Wow, did she look good.
"What's the deal?" I said.
"Just felt like being sexy." she said as she licked her lips.
"Well, you certainly achieved that."
"Are you happy now?" she quizzed.
Before I could reply I saw that William was coming toward the car from the store. He literally stopped in mid-stride when he saw Diane. I finished the fill-up and went in to pay. I noticed the cashier and two other men staring out the window at her. As I looked out the window I saw Diane sitting in the car turned toward William in the back. From here I could see the animated motion of laughter and she was freely touching his arm. I hurried back so as not to miss anything.
We started toward Nashville. I turned to look at Diane and noticed that from my vantage point, with her shirt almost unbuttoned, I could see her right breast and her nipple. I instantly became rock hard. William was getting a good look but could not see all that I could.
Diane wasted no time in flirting with William.
"Do you like my new look?" she said to me.
"I love it." I replied
"How about you William, do like my new look?" she said as she turned even more to face him.
His eyes looked directly at her chest and relied "It definitely is a good look for you."
His left knee was in between the seats and she rubbed it and said "I'm glad you like it"
I glanced back at him and saw a bulge forming in his running shorts. Something I am sure that Diane didn't miss. The flirting and touching went on for several miles as the darkness began to settle in. I glanced back one more time and saw that William now had a huge bulge; he obviously was enjoying the view.
Diane suddenly became very quiet and settled back down in her seat, so I picked up the conversation with William. As we were talking I could see Diane unbuttoning her shirt all the way. She took the tails and tied them into a small knot. From my vantage point her whole right breast was visible and when she rejoined the conversation, again turning toward William, I saw that he could see both of her breasts.
She would occasionally glance down to his bulge and grin. She was having a huge effect on him. This was not the woman I knew and she was enjoying the effect she had on this young man. I was also enjoying the action.
Subtleties soon when out the window as she said "William, am I making you uncomfortable?"
