As Connor looked out through his study window, he could see his wife as she flitted about the garden clipping at this, pruning that and generally having an enjoyable time. She loved the garden and seemed totally within her element. The weather was hot so Lorna was dressed accordingly. She had on a light cotton cropped top that barely covered her assets followed by a short skirt that was having equal difficulty.
As she moved closer to the open window of his study, Connor could hear her humming some tune that he could not recognise. He looked back at his work but was aware that his concentration had long gone and had now been replaced by something else, a burning sensation that was spreading out from the pit of his stomach.
There was a tap on the window, which drew him back from his thoughts "do you want a cup of tea?" Lorna asked him. In a casual glance, he took in the vision that was standing before him. Her hair was slightly dishevelled; her face and arms had that warm glow of a fresh tan. But above all, his eyes were drawn to the two pert mounds of her breasts, breasts that gently heaved beneath the thin material of the cropped top. Indeed in her exertions the top had rucked up slightly so as to show the smoothly rounded naked curves of the lower half of these breasts. Her nipples were for some reason slightly erect, and could be clearly seen, albeit in relief.
"Yes please," he croaked, smiling at his private thoughts. The burning sensation had immediately been taken over by the first flushings of an erection. He felt the pulsing as his flesh expanded making him instantly uncomfortable. A smile passed swiftly across Lorna's face as she moved away. It was evident that she knew what sort of reaction she had caused within her husband. She made no attempt to straighten her top and seemed to delight in the free feeling that wearing no bra produced.
Connor mentally put another notch in his stick, which showed the amount of times that his wife had knowingly teased him. It was a subject that neither had discussed, but he felt that she must be aware of the results of the little things she did. Lorna knew for instance how her naked body turned him on. Knew how being dressed in sexy underwear turned him on even more. She admitted that wearing stockings excited her because she knew it gave her husband an erection every time she wore them, plus she loved the way her thighs rubbed together when encased in the silky material. No there was no mistaking that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, but most of all, to his cock.
Once again, a movement by the window drew him back from his reverie; the chink of cups heralding the arrival of his tea. Lorna leaned over the windowsill and placed his cup beside him. Her rose coloured lips puckered into a kiss, which he duly returned letting his tongue feel the hard cleanliness of her teeth.
The smell of her perfume was strong in the air. Once again the surge of blood to his loins caused his cock to pulse into full red-bloodied erection. He wanted to take this kissing further, his hands already groping forwards to caress the pert globes in front of him. "Oops" laughed Lorna. "You must be getting on with your work." With that, she skipped away.
Yet another notch to add to his stick. Cursing under his breath, but outwardly smiling, Connor returned to his work, trying to get his thoughts under control.
It was not long however, before Lorna moved once more into his field of view. Only this time she had one leg in the flowerbed, the other was on the lawn, and she was bending over to root out some weeds. With her back angled toward him, Connor's eyes roamed over the sight before him. They travelled up the tanned legs, across the firmness of the thighs to where the skirt was being stretched to its limit,displaying to full potential the well-formed and rounded cheeks of her behind. As he stared, she moved slightly. This enabled him to look up her cropped top to where both breasts dangled freely, pendulously swaying with her movement, capped with startlingly large erections. Connor's cock threatened to break free from its encasement. As he watched and wondered as to why her nipples were erect. She moved once again, only this time the skirt could take no more and slowly slid up her thighs. As it rode up, he held his breath. He could tell from the lack of panty line that she was wearing one of her G-strings, at least that is what he had thought, but now, as his eyes watched, her pubic region came into full view. The bulging flesh of her labia, smooth and bereft of any hair. Connor realised that he had been holding his breath for some time now, and released it. He felt his cock pulse in the first spurts of an orgasm, looking down, he realised that through the material of his trousers, he had been gently rubbing himself. What with that and the incredibly erotic view of his wife in near nakedness, yet not apparently knowing that she was displaying for him, had been enough to provoke this end result. But as he rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up, he thought, how could she not know?
A little later that day, he returned to his room to carry on with his work. He found however that this was just not possible. Thoughts of Lorna, carnal thoughts, kept coming to him. He remembered the most recent of her teasing, teasing in which he had not been given the opportunity to get what he wanted. Like the time she had been dressing to go out, he was not invited so just lay on the bed talking to her as she got ready. He was fine until she pulled on the smallest pair of panties she had in her possession, clipped on a black suspender belt and then proceeded to pull up her legs the sheerest pair of silk stockings she had. This was so erotic that his penis began to make its presence known. He had made a grab for her then, but she neatly side-stepped saying "there will be time for that later, you'll make me late." However, it was apparent from her smile, that she had achieved her objective for the night. Another occasion was when she had called Connor at work. Her breathing was erratic and he could hear in the background a light buzzing sound. On asking her what she was doing, she replied that she was cooking in the kitchen. But Connor knew that sound of old. He knew it was one of her vibrators, and knew that as the sound was muffled it could only be in one place, that hot wet vagina of hers. Lorna had known that he would immediately pick up this sound and would then be thinking of her for the rest of the afternoon, and of what she was doing. But whenever he confronted her about masturbation she would deny that she ever did it. Of course there was always the times that he got dressed for work on her side of the bed and could not help but look at her as she got out. His cock would invariably swell in erection at the sight of her nakedness. But she would always pretend not to notice this manifestation of his appreciation and lust. What with this latest episode, and the thoughts of how she had taunted him when they were last out, by wearing the shortest of skirts with suspender tights and no knickers. Yet would not let him even run his hands along her thighs; had finally pushed him over the edge. He began to lay his plan.
