Recently I published 'An argument' dabbling into a different genre. My wife said it was the first that actually turned her on. A backhanded compliment right? Anyway, that inspired this story.
Surprises upon surprises.
It took a lot of thought and soul searching to come up with the plan. I was looking for a way to extend our rather vanilla love life, test some of the vaguest hints my wife had given. But in a way that I could control and stop if it seemed to be going wrong.
I need to explain the environment first. My wife and I live at the end of a secluded cul-de-sac. We have one neighbour, and we only overlook each other from our raised patio in the back garden to their patio. I fixed that by building a shed to block the view, which my wife never questioned me about. She'd been pestering me for years for me to build her one. The other things were harder to pass off casually. I built lockable gates on either side of the house and felt guilty that my wife took this as a sign I'd caved on the idea of getting a dog. This wasn't to keep a puppy in, but to ensure we'd not be disturbed for what I had planned.
The plan called for warm weather and a lack of neighbours. Which where we live in the UK, took a frustrating long time. One Saturday morning I got up early, loaded the dishwasher, put some pans in the sink to soak and emptied the bin. In the garden I waved to the neighbours and noticed they were loading their car with a suitcase, before driving off. Bingo! Game on.
Making a nice breakfast in bed, we smooched and snuggled, before I nodded off. She was gone when I woke, so I slipped into the shower and came up behind her as she scrubbing the pans. Nuzzling her neck and wrapping my arms around to capture her breasts and pull her tight against me.
"That's nice." She murmurs pushing her bum back into me.
"I have plans." I reply, switching to the other side of her neck.
"Oh goody. Can I grab a shower?"
While she showers I grab some of her clothes and put them on the bed, then wait an inordinate time for her to finish. Seeing her naked nearly derails my plans while I lean in to kiss her and then her breasts.
"Get dressed."
In the kitchen, I check my props and glance back into the bedroom. She's wearing the t-shirt I'd prepared and a tatty old pair of panties and the sports pants with the holes in. Perfect! I hate those and refuse to let her wear them outside the house or gardening. What I'd forgotten is how long it takes with her hair, and waited in the kitchen running through any flaws in my plan. Excited by what I was about to try, I took matters in hand, if you know what I mean. My wife came in with me slowly stroking my cock, leaning against the table.
"Is that for me?" She asks pushing my hand away to take over with hers.
"May be. I have something for you." Holding up a blindfold. Her eyes flicker with surprise them excitement. Moving behind her to tie the blindfold.
Leaving her a moment to tuck myself away and grab my props. I'm sure my wife expected me to lead her back to the bedroom or encourage her to her knees. Instead I lead her outside and up onto the raised patio. Turning her to face the back of the house and the sun, lifting her arms out parallel to her shoulders, and standing behind her. I start to tease her with all the things I knew to arouse her.
Kissing, nuzzling, scraping my fingernails down her back and teasing the hairs on her arms. Moving around, keeping her disorientated. Finally stopping behind her and reaching around so my fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, gripped it and tore it from hem to neckline. She tenses for a second, but realises the material is still covering her nipples.
I repeat the same move up the back of her shirt. Only the tiny strip of the double thickness of the neck holds the wreck of her shirt on her. My wife is almost quivering as I take the safety scissors from my pocket and snip first the back and then the front of her shirts final defence. The cloth sags and my wife tenses. This isn't something we'd tried before.
"Drop your arms." I whisper, and a moment later, the rags of her former t-shirt fell from her shoulders and left her topless. The exposure of her petite breasts and their hard nipples confirm it isn't just me who is excited by this.
Moving to stand in front of her, her body tense, her cheeks flushed. The temptation to take her in my arms, kiss her, engulf her with my body is immense. However, that would have ruined the plan and I wanted to see how she'd react to the rest of it.
Taking my phone out, I started taking photos, only not of her. The telltale sound of the camera makes her flinch.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a few pictures..." she opens her mouth to object, but I push on. "Just in case the webcam I set up isn't working." Her mouth snaps shut and her arms fly to over her exposed breasts. I kept talking as I move behind her again. "After all, it is right on the edge of its range." Reaching around to take her wrists and start to pull he hands away. Leaning in and whisper into an ear. "You would not want your viewers to miss out on anything." Her resistance is half-hearted and when I release her wrists she leaves them at her side. She is breathing faster. Switching to her other ear, to keep her off balance. "I know your viewers; all your viewers would not want to miss this. To miss these..." my fingertips barely graze against her hard nipples. She flinches back, not expecting the contact and presses against me. As her soft backside pushed against me, my erection is entirely obvious.
"Please..." she almost moans.
"Please what?" I ask, but she doesn't answer, so I move on to the next stage of my plan.
Kneeling to one side I start to cut the outside seam of the trousers up from her ankle. Watching her closely, at first I see confusion on her face then a series of other emotions. Fear, denial, excitement and back to fear. As the cutting drew level with her crotch, I angle the cut towards the middle, careful to ensure I was cutting through her tatty underwear. Stopping part way through the waistband just below her belly button. Sitting back on my heels to enjoy my handy work. The flap of cloth from the angled cut hung out; exposing the edge of her close-cropped pubes and all the way down one leg.
The second leg went quicker and I knelt in front of her. The flush of excitement has now spread onto her chest. Moving behind her again brushing my fingertips across her shoulders, her chest, avoiding her nipples, even though she swivelling around to get the contact she desired. She tenses as my finger run up her exposed thighs and linger just a moment tickling at the edge of her pubes.
"You have to be part of this." Placing the scissors in one hand and guiding it to the partially cut cloth of her waistband of her ruined trousers. "It's your choice. Naked or not?" Leaning in to whisper close to her ear. "Do you want to disappoint all of your myriad voyeurs?" I expected her to resist longer, but she snipped through the cloth with hardly a hesitation. From behind the elastic snapped and the cloth fell away exposing her bum and legs. The cloth of her trousers and tattered underwear hung, trapped between her thighs.
Moving quickly to the front, her pussy is exposed to the world, but I notice she's trembling and take the scissors away as we no longer need them. I grab my next prop, an ice-cold can of pop and grip it in one hand. Kneeling again and lean in as I blow gently on her pubes the scent of her arousal is obvious. She shivers again.
