{This one is from way back, I don't think I ever mentioned it, other than bits and pieces I use to write other stories. Those are large portions of fantasy mixed with touches of truth.
A few of them are mostly truth, those I tell you ahead of time. Some are just a little bit true, to get me started.
Then there is this one.
I didn't even change their damned names, no reason to protect the guilty and it's been so long no one would care anyway.
We were together for just over eight years, the military and a war messed things up like happens so often. This is the foundation of how I became the man I am today.
Let's just say one does not leave a very oversexed wife home alone for months on end.}
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Sherri and I were very young, barely into our 20's. Married far too young at both of us fresh out of high school, we had the typical struggles with learning about life and each other.
Sharon was a tiny little thing, she claimed to be 4'10" but that would have to be up on tiptoe. I do know her waist was so small I could encircle it with my hands by barely squeezing a little bit, she had a snug but round behind and her bust measured 32".
I know because I measured her. The cup size was "D".
The result was that she was spectacular. In high school she was a cheerleader, she was also her senior Prom queen, I know because I was her date.
Our parents expected us to get married so fresh out of school we did just that.
Money was tight like it always is with most young couples, so for entertainment and sexy fun we indulged in some flashing. That began as an accident, one day at the gas station I was teasing her by pretending to try and tug up the hem of her dress while the guy washed the windows. She protested at first, we were laughing and giggling, then she changed and let me do it!
Of course she had her legs jammed together but the guy saw her tummy and the top of her pubic hair for sure since Sherri did not wear panties.
I had discovered that no panties part early on while dating during some of our wrestling matches in the park. She had put up quite a scrap until I finally got there, then after that she didn't resist at all.
I asked her why she never wore any and found out it was because of her Mother who was sure they caused diseases.
Anyway, after the flashing deal at the gas station we didn't even make it home, and it was only four miles. A wide spot in the road and some handy bushes worked just fine.
That was so much fun that later that very same day we went to another gas station in a different town nearby and did it again. That time she spread them right on open, some old fart actually got down and vacuumed the floorboards.
That was so hot I still think about it sometimes, the old guy even reached up and pushed on her leg a little bit to open her up even more as he pretended to clean the carpet. He would probably be still cleaning it too if some old bag behind us hadn't leaned on the horn.
Funny thing is, he didn't do my side? I can never get anybody to believe that one either, but it happened.
That was the beginning of another learning curve, I got a kick out of it and so did she, then we took the resulting excitement out on each other.
But we decided that had to be on rare out of town trips, she was worried about someone local finding out. It didn't take us long to figure out that she could have accidents, though, and not be blamed for that.
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With money very tight, Sherri took a job in a jewelry store, the owner was a mid forties guy named Walt. He knew us because that was where we bought her wedding rings. Walt had a big haired wife, she was always painted up and the tops of her boobs on display, pushed up so far they looked like they weren't natural.
The pay wasn't much but Sherri liked working there, she got to look at and play with all the trinkets we had no way to afford. One evening after about two months working three days each week she mentioned that Walt had asked her to dress a bit more "interesting".
I think that was the word she told me.
He had suggested that looser tops and perhaps a shelf type bra would be good for business, because the longer he could keep male customers in the store, the better chance he had of making a sale. Plus she was on a small salary plus commissions so she had a better chance of making some extra cash also.
But she didn't own a shelf bra and we didn't have any extra money at all to speak of. So for a few days she wore a skirt and left her bra off. Sherri was heavy in the bust so that was interesting, but by then she was demonstrating the curse that most big breasted women have.
Without a bra, her boobs were already heading South. Sherri tried a blouse or two but that just looked funny, although she giggled one evening when she told me that Walt seemed to like it.
Then she went with the sweater look, but that was even worse. That was when she told me that her boss again suggested a push up type bra.
"Hey, if the guy wants you to wear a certain kind of clothing, the least he could do is pay for it." I growled. Money was hard to come by at the time, so at work I guess she told him exactly that.
That night she laughed when she mentioned she had told him that she couldn't afford some of those types of clothing, but would wear them if he bought them.
"Did he fire you?" I asked.
"No. He told me he would see what he could do." She giggled.
Later in bed Sherri mentioned that "Old Walt" as she put it got very red in the face when they talked about her bras, and he had nearly stuttered when he asked her what size she wore.
It was several days later before she told me that Walt had said he ordered some from a catalog, it seems that size 32D was a bit tough to come up with.
He had also increased her hours to five days per week.
That helped the money situation quite a bit, plus old Walt had been correct, Sherri's big nipples poking out the front of her sweaters had helped with her commissions.
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I was on swing shift at the mill the next week, which I hated. There is something just plain wrong about going to work at 3 in the afternoon and getting home after 11 PM.
But this meant Sherri got home at just after 5PM, so we were almost passing each other at home since she slept from 9 at night until 6 in the morning. She tried and tried to stay up until midnight for me but it was impossible so I told her to just keep her schedule and we would deal with it.
We made up for the lack of lovemaking on my long three day weekends, plus when I was on graveyard she was awake when I got home. More than once she sat at the breakfast table completely naked and the fact is that I liked that.
Anyway, I rolled up to the house at 11:30 and Sherri was up waiting for me. That was different, usually she was sound asleep.
"Is something wrong?" I asked the moment I walked in the door.
"No, I just needed to tell you something, so I set the alarm." She said.
I was used to Sherri at this point, she always told me everything but in her own way. That is what I thought, anyway, and there was no point at all in pushing her because she would just dig in her heels.
So I popped a beer and sat down.
"It's about Walt." She started.
"What did that old fart do?" I asked.
"Just listen. It's kind of funny, really."
I shut up and waited.
"You remember Walt asked me to wear those push up type bras, kind of like his wife does all the time?"
