Sharon and I were just a couple of kids when we got married. Our life together starting out was simple and uneventful, we had the usual struggle to find enough money to make it to the end of each month, like most young couples.
So as a result, our pleasures were simple, too. Afternoons with friends, a few beers, sometimes a rare night out for burgers.
Our sex life could best be described as normal, too. There was so much we didn't know, so we experimented a little with each other, fun stuff.
I suppose this story started innocently, one day Sharon was in the kitchen fiddling with getting breakfast ready. She had an odd habit of wearing nothing but a pair of panties around the house when it was warm, because we had a tiny little mobile home and no such thing as air conditioning.
I had just come out from brushing my teeth, I looked up and here stood the guy who came to change the two huge propane bottles we used for the stove.
The window was open, the curtains pulled aside, and he was standing with his mouth open staring at Sharon.
Now Sharon was worth staring at, she was only 4'10" and I could easily circle her waist with my hands. But she has a set of tits that most women would die for.
Here she was, naked to the waist with just a set of white panties on, and she was just bending over to reach into the bottom of the stove for some pans.
The guy out on the porch deck was getting a beaver shot to end all beaver shots, Sharon's big titties dangling down as she fiddled under the stove, no idea the guy was there.
He saw me, turned a few shades of pink, finished up and left. I started to say something to Sharon, then realized I had a boner beyond belief! The idea of this guy getting a peek at her nudity seemed to turn me on stronger than anything had up until then.
Needless to say, we didn't get to breakfast until quite a bit later.
It was evening before I happened to mention the gasman seeing her, she gasped and put her hand to her mouth, but the expression on her face said something different.
So dinner ended up very late, too.
later that night, she was down on her knees on the bed as I pounded away from behind, describing to her the view the guy had gotten as she had leaned over. Sharon went hot as a pistol and all gushy, she was making strange noises like I had never seen her do before.
The idea excited us both, that was obvious.
So we started to look for opportunities. There was the gas station, the shoe store, sitting on the rock wall down by the beach, we got pretty blatant.
It was fun stuff, like I said, experimenting. She even tried the gas man again, going so far as to check to see when he was due to arrive so she could be ready. But the guy was a little gunshy this time, he did his job and went out of his way to not look inside as I hid and watched.
So we settled back into our lives, just once in awhile we would go out for a "drive." Sharon always knew what that meant but the bloom was off the Rose so to speak and it was becoming less exciting.
We had one couple we hung out with a lot, just friends stuff. Lori was a bubbly little blonde, just a trace on the chubby side, 5'4" or so. Sonny was about my size, maybe 190# and lean like me.
We all got along wonderfully, lots of jokes and teasing. Sometimes we went dancing, I liked the way Lori's body settled in to mine, Sharon's did too but she was so short I found dancing with her a bit awkward.
Lori was a bit of a tease, a couple of times I had gotten a flash of pink nipple down her blouse as she leaned over or reached for something. She was perfectly aware of that, I am sure.
Sharon had long since given up wearing bras, so when she danced with Sonny her big boobs were mashed against him, I knew what that felt like.
More fun stuff.
One evening we were sitting over at their house, Sonny had Lori snuggled right up close, arm around her shoulder, Sharon and I sat opposite doing the same, we were just chatting.
I happened to mention that Sharon had flashed the gas man, got popped on the arm for that as Sharon blushed. But Lori was all ears, insisting on the juicy details.
So I told the story, how the guy had stood there with his mouth hanging open in shock as Sharon had leaned over the stove, nothing on but undies.