My name is Dana, I am a most of the time housewife, two days a week I work at a local bakery making those huge puffy dinner rolls from scratch.
My husband Dan is on a board of directors for a big corporation. I never really understood exactly what it is he does, mostly they all seem to sit around and eat cheese and crackers and make decisions I guess.
I am 29, and I stay in shape, keeping my trim 5'6" body right at 125 pounds.
My job at the bakery was an accident. Bill and Sandy, both good friends own the place and we had them over for dinner one evening.
I made the big puffy rolls just like my Mom taught me and Bill simply raved, they were far better than his recipe, he claimed.
The next week I had a job, I was excited about that because I had never really worked at anything. Dan and I married right out of high school. His folks had the money to send him to college which was also in our town, so we just set up housekeeping.
The first year or so Dan was eager in bed, I always did my wifely duties even on the days when I wasn't really in the mood. Still, that was OK.
We were married a bit over 10 years when I went to work and by then Dan was down to lovemaking less than once a week, usually on Saturday. I passed that off to him working hard, there seemed to be lots of pressures all the time. But he didn't talk about that much.
The first inkling of something going on with him was when he asked me if Bill ever hit on me. Of course I told him no, Bill and I teased and things like that but he had never done anything out of line other than I caught him peeking at the tops of my breasts when I leaned over to pick up a tray.
I didn't think anything of it, all men did that, I told Dan that that was all Bill ever did, too.
Dan seemed to get a little bit excited, and he asked me how much Bill could see, things like that.
I explained that maybe he had seen part of the top of my bra, that was about it. I also told him that once I had worn a black blouse to work and it hit me that the flour could get on it. So I had taken off the blouse and was pulling a smock over my head when Bill came into the storeroom so he had probably seen my white bra. He just instantly apologized and left.
I never even thought anything of that either but Dan seemed to get even more excited and we ended up in the bedroom, having a session like we had when we first got married. He even got down and licked my pussy, something he had almost completely quit doing.
I have to admit I really did like that, and I had my first orgasm in maybe a year or so. Usually Dan was pretty quick, I would end up in the bathroom and just use my fingers.
I found all of that a little odd, he was acting funny.
Dan pestered me every few days after that, saying some strange things.
"Did Bill get any peeks today?" he would ask.
"No of course not, we are just working." I pushed his comments aside, not sure how to react.
After a month or two of that I decided to try something. I went shopping, and bought myself several new blouses. They were pretty, multicolored with earth tones, some had reds and some had traces of blue or pink. They were all a little on the sheer side, not too much, but in the right light the outline of my bra could be made out.
I showed them to Dan when he came home, he sat and looked at them, even picked one up and felt the material.
"Kinda thin." was all he said.
"Something happened today." I told him.
"Happened?"
"Yes, a man saw me."
"Saw you?" Dan was all interested now.
"Yes, I wanted to see if anything showed without my bra on so I took it off in the changing room."
"You mean..naked?" He was all ears.
"Yes, I didn't realize the curtain gapped open, I was putting on the blouse and looked up. He was standing right there!" I lied.
That got exactly the reaction I thought it would, Dan was on me in a flash.
"He saw your nipples?" Dan gasped as he thrust away at me.
"Yes, he saw both of them." I said, as Dan climaxed. He was hard as a rock, I almost orgasmed right with him.
Almost.
"God that was hot!" Dan told me later as we lay there in each other's arms.
I made up my mind to tease Dan some more, this seemed to work. If I could get him going like that by just telling him a simple story, well, then some stories there would be.
I still couldn't get up the courage to wear one of my blouses without a bra, but I told Dan I did. I also told him about two servicemen catching me sunbathing in the back yard in my bikini, and how I had the top folded down almost to my nipples before I had noticed them.
None of that was true of course but it still got Dan excited, we were back to 2-3 times a week and several times he went down on me. I even took him in my mouth a couple of times, that isn't something I really get off on but Dan sure did.
All was going fine, until Dan showed up with a new outfit for me. I looked at it and looked at him, it was an evening dress, a pretty blue. Dan knew I liked blue.
But this was cut so low in the front I would need to go braless, and it was cut short enough I would need to use some caution to wear it in public. It didn't help that it was so filmy that it was all but sheer, the split in the front stopped at my navel. The dark of my nipples made obvious bumps on the soft cloth, I felt naked.
I came out of our bedroom, Dan looked at me and said, "Wow!" I gave him a grin and went to take it off, but he stopped me.
"We are going out, I want to show my gal off!" he said, as he let his hands rub my panty clad bottom.
I was trapped, but I resigned myself to it. I was thinking if I was careful it would be all right.
Dan and I got in the car, he even came over and held the door for me, it was almost like a date. We rarely if ever went out any more, so I was liking that but still I was uncomfortable.
The first thing that happened was Dan pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant, a young man was at my door instantly, opening it for me to get out.
I could feel his eyes searing into me as I had no choice but to swing my legs outwards. I reached up and held the front of the dress to me as I stepped out. The man grinned at me as I stepped up on the curb, blushing furiously.
Dan came around and took my arm and we went inside. He actually seemed to strut as we walked across the room, he even pulled the chair out for me, just like when we were dating.
The dinner was fancy, expensive. Waiters hovered around, smiling. I had to sit up straight or the dress would gap open and I was sure everyone was staring at me.
I was almost grateful by the time the meal ended, ready to escape to the car but Dan said he wanted to go get a few drinks.
There was a bar off to the side, I could hear music coming from there. We went in and found a table, there was a musician sitting up there playing soft romantic songs.
It was a lot darker in there and I felt better. Dan ordered some drinks, a Bailey's for me and his usual whiskey with soda. My drink was good, piled up high with foamy whipped cream. In short order I had a second one and then a third, now I was feeling fuzzy since I don't drink much.
