It all started one afternoon as I was finishing up my shopping at the grocery store. My name is Jaina, and I'm a woman in my early thirties. My 2 children were at school, so I was alone at the store.
I had just gotten in line at the checkout and was glancing through the magazine selection. I never bought them, but sometimes found it interesting to see what BS headlines they came up with. "Jennifer Aniston pregnant, but doesn't know who the father is!" "Want Kim Kardashian cleavage? Check inside for tips on how to achieve her insane looks!" Well there's something I could go for, I thought to myself. I glanced down at my body, "May not have Kim's cleavage, but not too bad." I was in great shape and thought I still had a pretty nice body for my age. My husband regularly complemented me on my looks and I knew he meant it.
I also knew he thought Kim was attractive, or at least her boobs (did I mention he's male?). He made no secret of telling me what he found attractive about other women, and I was glad he did. Though occasionally I felt a little jealous when I saw him checking out a hot bodied young passerby, I also sort of enjoyed it, knowing that even though he might find her sexy, he was mine and loved me alone. Perhaps that outlook is how this story came to be.
I noticed a calendar that had been discarded onto the magazine rack right below Kim and her impressive cleavage. Glancing down I quickly noted the exquisite bikini-clad cover model gracing the front page of a swimsuit calendar. Now I'm as straight as can be, but can certainly appreciate the looks of a beautiful woman, and this one was divine. Her flowing black hair encased her perfect, slightly Asian features, and continuing down was cast aside by her magnificent breasts as she straddled the beach in a tiny gold bikini.
I reached out and took the calendar as I continued inspecting this elegant creature when I had the thought "I wish my husband could see this."
"Are you ready ma'am?" A young voice pulled me back into reality. I was totally caught off guard, and instead of tossing the calendar back onto the shelf, I tossed it onto the check stand. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself, but it was too late; the cashier, scanned the calendar and bagged it, continuing with the rest of my groceries.
As I drove home, I thought to myself, "Great, what am I going to do with this calendar?" Again I wondered what my husband would think of the beauty on the cover, but what would I possibly say? "Welcome home honey! I got you a sexy calendar!" Even in my imagination I sounded like an idiot.
Being very religious, my husband and I had never watched pornography together or anything even close. Occasionally he would look through the Victoria's Secret catalogues with me to pick me out something sexy to wear for him. I liked seeing which girls he liked to look at in the magazine, but had never taken it any further than that. I knew he would find my calendar girl amazingly sexy though and found myself craving watching him enjoy her looks.
As I sat at home staring at the calendar, I considered throwing it in the garbage. I still had no idea what I would tell my husband about it. Then I imagined him looking at her; gazing at her divine beauty. I softly touched myself as I imagined him stroking his hard penis whilst transfixed on the page. Suddenly my body racked with orgasm. I actually fell to the floor as I came harder than I probably ever had before.
It was as I was coming down from my orgasmic high that I made my decision. I needed to do this.
By the time the kids came home, I had hid the calendar. All evening I was trying to think of how I could bring it up with my husband. Finally, when the kids went to sleep, I went and changed into his favorite black bra and panties. I briefly stopped to check myself out in the mirror. I was happy with what I saw, and knew he would be too (with ALL I planned to show him!).
