I know when the idea started, I just don't know why. Thinking about it, I suppose each and every one of us has some kind of perverse notion in our heads, we just keep them in check.
For some reason I could not explain, I wanted to see situations where my wife Patti was exposed, I wanted others to see flashes of nudity.
At the same time, I didn't want to be embarrassed, or have her embarrassed, so it had to be "accidental."
I think am probably about as completely normal as it is possible to be, well, except for that urge that kept popping into my head. I am 5'10" tall and 200 pounds, at barely 37 years old I am still in shape. Let's just say I fill out a size 48 jacket nicely.
But other than size, I don't think I ever stood out at anything in my entire life.
My wife Patti, on the other hand, is simply spectacular. She is 5'4", she has a sweet body with that sexy sway back look like that Bardot actress. She is also a redhead, a natural redhead. The kind with the big hair, every possible color mixed into it, hanging in flowing waves to her shoulders.
Add in the upturned nose, green eyes, round wire framed glasses and freckles absolutely everywhere and you get the picture.
Not beautiful in the classic sense like the air brushed models we see on TV, in magazines. No, she was just gut wrenching sexual in the way she stood, the way she walked, everything about her oozed sex.
I don't believe she ever really realized it until after we had been married for several years.
How did she end up with a guy like me?
I don't have a clue, I was at a party, she walked up to me and said hi. My mouth fell open, she giggled and I was madly in love, just like that.
Somehow I got my vocal cords to work enough to ask her out, she smiled and said sure! We were both just barely 18 at the time a full 40 pounds lighter than I am now.
She seemed to like me, don't ask me why. The studs on the ball teams were all biting themselves on the leg to get close to her and nothing ever worked.
Patti was THE catch in our school, and somehow I caught her.
Also very modest, she wore simple blouses buttoned up almost to the top, or sweaters. Usually she wore slacks, if she did wear a dress it was always level with her knees. There was no such thing as going without a bra, even though there was simply no reason for her to wear one. Her body didn't have a sag to it anywhere at that age.
In fact she still almost doesn't.
We sometimes went to the beach, all the other girls wore those tiny string bikinis. I was excited that day, expecting to see Patti in one.
She slid her pretty flowered coverup off to reveal a one piece green suit that might as well have been paint. She had the only one piece suit on the beach that day.
Yep. I probably heard 20 guys compliment her on it. I also saw her get some mildly hateful looks from some other gals who were wearing dental floss with some postage stamp size patches.
It was just Patti, not something she could do anything about, she did attract attention.
We dated several times each week, finally progressed to petting through our clothes. But until the evening of our marriage day I never saw her nipples, let alone anything else.
That night she came out of the bathroom, she had on a silky pink thing that came to mid thigh and nothing else. The room was dark but I saw my first real glimpse of her body in the light from behind.
I was in bed, still wearing my briefs, and instantly I was erect at the vision.
Well, I was already erect but one look at her like that and my 7 inches became 8.
As she lay beside me, I lifted the hem of the thin nightgown she wore. I reached down to open her legs, she buried her face against my neck, bashful as I looked at and touched her body. Her breasts were nice and round but small, she was covered with those wonderful freckles. The surprise was between her legs, there was the tuft of red pubic hair, that did nothing to hide the mass of flesh protruding from her. Her outer lips were extremely large, wrinkled, her clit was as large as the end of my thumb.
I learned later that when she was excited, her loins swelled to extremely large, almost like a flower opening outwards.
Patti was a virgin, I could best be described as inexperienced. Our first joining was hurried, I doubt I lasted more than 30 seconds, beginning to explode as I felt her body resist, then give way.
But I lasted longer the second time, and the third, by morning my foreskin was all swollen and sore. That is an understatement, it swelled up to about three times normal size, when I tried to take a leak it was like I had it set on fan spray.
I went to see my family Doctor, he stifled a laugh when he saw the end of my poor pecker, but offered an ointment that helped. It was a full week before the soreness faded enough to where we could do it again, by then I was trying very hard to get Patti to enjoy our lovemaking.
Since I couldn't actually put my cock in her, I licked her instead. Not that I actually knew how to do that but she did respond somewhat to that, more than she did during actual sex, it seemed.
She thrust back at me lightly, she moaned and seemed to enjoy it, but I wanted her to scream and squeal and lose control.
She just never did, not really.
Then one day Patti missed her period, I went with her to the Doctor's office after the home test read positive. Having a child was in our plans, but it was still a surprise that it happened so fast and so easy.
We had been married just 6 short months.
I sat out in the waiting room pretending to read a magazine about golf. Patti was back there for a long time as I sat there wondering what they were doing to her.
She came out looking flustered, I stepped up to the counter to sign the papers for insurance.
Just then a man in a white coat stepped out. He didn't look like any Doctor I ever saw, he was about 30, taller than me, well built, good looking. I was wondering what happened to my Doctor, mine was around 60. The way Doctors are supposed to be, I thought.
"I almost forgot, Patti." He said.
"Have the nurse schedule you for a followup next week, I will have the test results back by then."
Patti nodded.
"That is your Doctor?" I asked her as we got to the car.
"Yes." She blushed again.
"I expected some old guy."
"So did I." Now she was blushing furiously.
"So what did he do to you?"
"Oh, just the usual."
I was thinking of this good looking guy looking at Patti's pussy, feeling her up, all the things that I thought Doctors do.
The usual?
For some reason I had a raging hard on at the idea.
No amount of prodding or probing had any effect, what went on in that room was secret.
That made it worse, I think.
Each evening I rubbed Patti down with Cocoa Butter, my Mom told me about that one. It seemed to work, Patti delivered a fat strapping baby boy we named Thomas after her Dad who sadly passed away just two weeks before Tommy was born. Her body returned to almost the way it looked before. Her bust was larger, and her hips wider, which just added to her constant sexy look.
There were no stretch marks on her that I could find, and I looked.
Life returned to as normal as it is possible in a household with a new baby. I guess I just assumed that since the first one was so fast and easy that soon there would be kids everywhere, but that didn't happen.
I have no idea why.
We had the usual circle of friends, so we went to parties, camping, things like that. I tried many times to get Patti to loosen up, nothing worked. Even at beach parties, it was always that one piece suit.
When she replaced it, it was another one piece suit, a different color.
Once at a party I got her to unbutton her blouse a couple of buttons, she seemed nervous about it at first but later in the evening relaxed. At one point she reached across a coffee table for something, her blouse gapped open. There was a couple of guys sitting there that I barely knew, I saw them take a peek.
I doubt they saw more than the top of her bra but that was enough to excite me. Patti noticed my reaction, I was on her the moment we got home.
Later, she asked me about it. I confessed that the idea of someone getting a peek down her blouse or up her skirt seemed to turn me on. She didn't really say anything more about it, but I did notice that her blouses were more unbuttoned most of the time after that, not a lot but more than normal. She even had a couple of skirts that showed off her pretty legs, that was unusual. A couple of her new dresses, the fancier ones, were the type that she couldn't wear a bra with, too.
We often went to dinner, Patti always sat properly but there was no hiding her full breasts when she walked, without a bra on she jiggled. Without fail that set me off, she seemed to accept it.
She got looked up and down a lot, I liked that.
I got a series of promotions at work, finally heading my sales department. This changed things in our lives, one of my duties was to put together teams for different presentations.
It seemed I got off of one airplane to go get on another one.
I had opportunities for affairs, lots of them. Women were everywhere, the circle I was in reeked of money, big business. Some of the contracts we worked on were millions of dollars.
I stayed faithful, I loved my Patti, happy with what I had at home. I am sure she stayed the same, although anything is possible when a man leaves his wife home alone for days at a time.
I doubt anything ever happened, she never showed any signs at all.
I had the type of wife that makes almost every man she meets weak in the knees. Patti was completely used to it, sometimes men would make passes, reach out to touch. She would simply slide away or rebuff them with a sweet smile. She even danced with friends of ours, there was never any cuddling or rubbing, although some did try. She just moved back when they moved forward, made them stop if their hands groped.
Patti stayed at home to take care of the house, and our little Tommy, who seemed to grow overnight into a strapping six footer soon headed off to college.
This meant she was free to travel with me, before we always had to make arrangements for Tommy and that wasn't easy since many of the trips were a full week.
The devil in me, long subdued, began to rear it's head again. Now 36, Patti had not gained one single pound that I could tell. I, on the other hand, had thickened and added some 40 pounds. I was not fat by any stretch of the imagination, my weekly workouts at our local gym when I was home saw to that.
We were on the airplane headed for Hawaii, one of the rare trips there for sales meetings. I had managed to tie together two prospects into one trip, part of the reason I was paid well.
If I closed both, it very likely meant I was in line for regional head, which was a fat raise and meant I would be home much more.
We also had several days to play and see the sights between meetings.
I suggested to her that she could "loosen up a little" since we were out of town.
After all, nobody would know us.
"What do you mean?" She asked, with a smile.
I am sure she already knew, over the years I had probably dropped a thousand hints with very little success.
"Oh, I was thinking maybe you could dress a little..comfortable? You know, sexy?"
Like the time we were at a park, we found a quiet area, no one around. Patti had on a skirt and blouse, I managed to get her panties off for some playing around.
She really seemed to get a kick out of that, she was hotter than a pistol, that familiar swelling in her loins even larger than normal, if that was possible.
On the way home, I was low on fuel so we stopped. Patti had her hands in her lap, her skirt pressed firmly between her legs.
"Relax a little, hon!" I told her as the attendent began to wash the windshield.
"What do you mean?" She asked, knowing full well exactly what I meant.
