Most of the stories I write are from recent experiences, this is from years ago, when I was married to my first wife, Patti.
Patti was a pretty redhead, the kind of gal you see wearing wireframe glasses, roundish face, lots of freckles. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, which I didn't mind, it was what got my attention about her in the first place!
We always confined our little escapades to strangers, and little trips away from home, after all, word could spread rapidly in the small town we lived in if we were not careful.
But once out of town, all bets were off. If we stopped for gas, the attendant would get a nice peek at her panties almost without fail. We visited shoe stores, beaches, all sorts of places, looking for opportunity. The trips were fun, and they always ended up with us in the sack enjoying each other. It never really progressed much beyond that until an event at a party we had.
It was just a party, beer flowing, little groups gathered chatting, some music, nothing out of the ordinary. Except that Carol showed up. Carol was one of my schoolmates, and had always acted like she liked me. This evening she was making it obvious, every turn I made she was there. Since the evening was a bit warm, she was dressed in a skirt and halter top, and several times Patti caught me sneaking glances down the front of Carol's top at her medium sized titties.
Carol was well aware of where my attention lay, and was taking some efforts to let as much show as the outfit would allow at every opportunity!
I was aware the Patti was getting madder and madder, but try as I might I just could not stop myself from glancing over at those boobs, that top was open so far that I could just almost see her nipple!
Carol started insisting on dancing with me, sensing danger I tried to beg off, but she would have none of that. Finally I got up to dance, and as she was wiggling and jumping around to the music my eyes were drawn again to those breasts, bouncing and jiggling to her movements, and every now and then a tiny peek of brown nipple would appear for a second. Bluntly, it was driving me nuts, and I soon forgot about Patti as I danced and stared.
The song ended, and we sat on the couch, Carol reached over and put her hand on my thigh, high enough that the edge of her hand pressed right against the edge of my now hardened dick!