Peg and I are pretty much your standard every day American couple with the possible exception of our sex life. It is pretty damn exceptional if I say so myself.
I work for a pharmaceutical company doing research and drug design and Peg owns a franchised lingerie store at the local mall. We have a comfortable life.
We have been married now for some 20 years and as I said before, our sex is...Wonderful. Being the kids are both off to college, we have more free time to "explore" than we ever had before.
During pillow talk one night we got on the subject of "spicing" up our sex life. Not to brag or anything but Peg is...Hot. At 42 years old she still has a wonderful figure. More than once she has gotten my fires going by wearing one of the specialty garments, especially some of the bras her store carries. There is this one style, I think it is called a demi bra which holds her 38DDs up high and proud. It is little more than a pocketed shelf enabling her boobs to be held at eye level. Eye level seems to be a variable as it seems whenever my wife is wearing her demi, every fellows' eyes, no matter how tall he is, are absolutely level with her nipples. She is by any standard...A handful and quite a lovely handful both her girls are. They are full ripe and firm. Her cookies are a pale shade of red and they are topped with eraser sized nubs which react wonderfully to both a chill and a touch. Her waist is 26 inches, just 2 inches larger than when we married and her hips are a eye appealing 35 inches. Her buns form that wonderful heart shape when making love doggy style while her full/ripe boobs offer great hand-grips.
Life is good.
One night during pillow talk, Peg said she and one of her sales associates were speaking of a teasing semi-public sex game the sales associate and her boyfriend play. It is an old game but she said it excites them both to no end. She dresses up conservatively in something akin to a business suit. But under her jacket she is wearing a shear nearly see through blouse and under her a-bit-too-short skirt, she is commando. They pick out a non-local dance club as the scene of their game. She enters first, removes her jacket and sees what attention she can generate. Usually within the time for her boyfriend to show up she has a number of local fellows vying to buy her drinks. She accepts their offer.
Some thirty minutes later, her boyfriend appears and also offers to buy her a drink. She also accepts his offer and the game is on. The locals, thinking this new fellow is just another chap also trying to get lucky, continue to vie for her attention. As the drinks keep coming, the sales associate looses a button or two from her blouse with the effect her boobs' cookies are almost, but not quite, on display. She almost lets it get to the touchy feely stage with the locals before she settles on the "new guy". She grabs his hand and runs it across her breasts in front of the locals asking if the new guy likes what she is wearing.
The locals are frustrated but there is little they can do. Soon after she drops her keys and displays the fact she is commando. After the drop showing she is panty-less, she and the "new guy" leave with her right hand in his left front pant's pocket.
She isn't feeling for loose change.
Peg thinks we should try this too. I suggested perhaps I can mix up some date-type pharmaceuticals to allow my wife to become a bit more relaxed during game night. She thought this was a great idea.
We chose Saturday night to travel into the city to a popular but not too wild multi-level dance club. Peg was dressed perfectly. Her business suit had a bit too short flared skirt. Under her jacket her blouse was "daring" to say the least and she was wearing one of those hot-hot-hot demi-bras with a center clasp. She also decided to go commando.
