My name is Andrew Senwood and I live with my wife Tina. I'm thirty-one years old and my wife is twenty-four; we've been married for three years. We met when she applied to for a weekend job helping me with my business before she went to college.
Tina is a total tom-boy and always has been. In fact when we're out together I know sometimes people look twice just to check. She is medium height, dead slim but not skinny and has short blonde hair. So short that after a shower and two minutes towelling she's ready to go.
She doesn't like to dress up either although I always think she's smart in her way. Tight-fitting blue or black denim jeans and a sweater. She doesn't need to wear a bra, her breasts are very small but I love them and her nipples are beautiful little thimbles of desire.
Tina goes barefoot as much as possible and has a lovely small bottom and a ramrod straight back - she's incredibly attractive without being a beauty. Her seductive qualities [to me at least] are enhanced by her skin. She tans really easily and is usually as brown as a berry, as the saying goes. I've never been sure what kind of berry is referred to, but Tina likes to sunbathe nude in a quiet spot down the garden which isn't overlooked by any of the neighbours.
Don't let that suggest anything, however. Sexually we have never been particularly adventurous although we both enjoy 'doing it' as Tina calls it. She has learnt to understand my little preferences such as how she sometimes tempts me towards bedtime by unfastening her jeans and touching herself. She often goes upstairs during the evening and comes back, still in her jeans and sweater but having removed her knickers so that when she unzips she can finger herself openly. This drives me wild and I can only watch for so long before going over to her and joining in. She laughs when I do this and enjoys a little sexual victory.
I like to smack her a bit, just a few taps on her denim-clad bottom or sometimes if she's really 'horny' as she describes herself, she dares me to smack her when she's naked but I have to catch her first. That leads to mad-cap chases round the house and sometimes the smacking is a bit more severe and sexual but it's only playfulness.
Tina loves me to watch her in the shower. I don't know why but it must turn her on. She tells me she's off for a shower and I know that means she wants me to come and watch. So I do and I get very aroused by her as she washes and plays with herself for me.
Basically she's a good fuck but we're not into anything exotic. We have fantasies which we talk about but I bet they are pretty standard ones and they turn us on and we make love. She has mentioned wondering what it would be like to be with a woman and I've discussed swapping partners with some friends but it's just talk.
She also told me once when she had had too much to drink that she fancied her elder brother desperately throughout her teenage years. When I asked her if she still did, she replied: 'Mmmm,' and promptly fell asleep. Funnily enough Tina usually sparks these fantasizing discussions off first, especially ones about me watching her with someone else. It's really nice and I love her very much, my little barefoot tom-boy.
Once I told her to take her sweater off as we were walking across the moors. There was no-one else around so we both went topless. Weeks later she told me how she had liked being told to do it. Now I sometimes tell her to touch herself or just strip off for me. Later in bed she tells me how it excites her. But it's nothing more than our love-making. We share a few little love sayings. She likes to ask: 'What am I?' I have a range of answers such as: 'My wonderful wife' and 'My brown beauty' and 'A good fuck.' I know she likes the last one.
I've written quite a number of stories now for Literotica and I always show them to Tina. She can see the mixture of fact and fiction and is a serious critic who helps me with the dialogue. We sometimes act it out and then I make changes. Tina doesn't read other stories on the site however, just mine. She has print-offs in a folder in a drawer in our bedroom. Sometimes I find the folder on the chest of drawers or on the bed and I wonder if she has been masturbating to them. I haven't asked her yet.
It was Tina's idea that I should write an account of the events that enriched our lives last year. It was just over a year ago when Tina decided she wanted a car of her own. We are not well off financially. We now run a business together growing and selling plants at fairs and shows around the country. We work hard and it's a good life but we won't die rich. Anyway, Tina wanted a car and I couldn't see how we would be able to afford a second vehicle in addition to our van, which is the work-horse of the business, for at least a couple of years.
I hate to disappoint her but it would be exposing the financial soundness of the business to use up some of the funds we had accumulated for future expansion on a car for Tina.
'You could borrow a little,' she suggested.
I couldn't get this damn car out of my head and I did hate letting her down. One afternoon I came up with a wickedly exciting idea. That evening I decided to tell Tina my idea.
'You know this car you want, Tina,' I began.
'Yes,' she answered sitting up alert and interested.
'I've had an idea. To make a game out of it. If you fulfill my challenges I will buy you your car.'
'What sort of challenges?'
'To expand your sex life,' I said, taking a deep breath. 'There will be ten levels and when you've completed a level then I will tell you what the next one is.'
'Ridiculous.'
Nothing more was said. I dropped the matter. In bed that night Tina was particularly turned on and mounted me and screwed herself on me so passionately that by the finish we were both drowning in perspiration. She flopped onto me and told me she adored me. I told her she was a 'fantastic cunt' as I held her tight little bottom and pressed her to me.
Several evenings later she suddenly brought up the challenges again. 'Would you really promise to buy me the car if I completed the challenges, Andrew?' [I hate being called Andy, by the way.]
'I promise,' I assured her.
'Then if you let me see the ten levels I will consider it.'
She sat back and grinned at me, as if she'd put one over on me.
'No,' I replied. 'If you saw the list now you would certainly refuse. I consider however that as you proceed up the levels you will become bolder and more determined to get the car. So, sorry, no deal.'
'Bastard!' she muttered but it was a sexually-charged insult. She glared at me in fury but as I stared back I realized it was all an act as she giggled and failed to maintain her false 'rage.'
'Will you tell me the first one?' she pleaded.
'Yes, of course. You can take your time and decide whether you want to play whenever you like. You can stop the game whenever you like. But you can't miss a level out and there won't be a car unless you fully complete all ten levels.'
'But you might ask me to do something I could never do, Andrew.'
'Yes, I might. I might ask you to do something you don't want to do but I won't ask you to do anything that it is impossible to do.'
'Oh, good. What a relief,' she said sarcastically.
That evening wasn't a good one and she went off for a shower without telling me and she came down in a dressing gown, which she never wore unless we were staying away from home, and then she told me she was going to bed.
'Fine,' I said. So I never told her what level one was.
It was a particularly busy spring and we worked long hours both during the week and, if anything, even longer at the weekend. The 'game' seemed to be forgotten and I wasn't too concerned. I didn't have time to think about it and although the game itself would be sexually exciting for me, if Tina had decided to wait for her car then that was another problem I could remove from my mental list of worry beads. Getting all the perennials potted up, priced and labelled was enough to do in itself.
Sex seemed to be off the agenda too. Mainly, I think, because we were shattered every night and not because of the sulk that followed my refusal to compromise on the challenges. Tina has been my mate for a long time and I still wouldn't be surprised if she came round. There was something in the way I wanted to set things up that would appeal to her secret liking to be told to do things. I would wait.
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We were driving back from Malvern Show in the van, which was pleasingly full of empty trays plus a few plants we had bought ourselves to use as stock plants. The van was noisier than ever when it was empty so we didn't talk much. We stopped for a coffee from the flasks we had filled before we set off for home.
'Remember that game you suggested, Andrew? The one with ten levels?'
'Yes, course I do.'
'I want the car still. Tell me what the first level is, please and I will see.'
'Right. If I remember rightly...'
What do you mean, if you remember rightly?
'It's a hidden file on the computer, you won't find it. I planned it all out.'
'Oh. Go on then.'
Level 1
'When we are at home - it doesn't apply if we are away or out - you are to strip naked at 9 p.m. each night, and you will sleep naked with me for the whole challenge. No jim-jams or knickers.'
'So basically I've to strip off by nine o'clock each night and stay in the nude until I get dressed in the morning. But it doesn't apply if we are visiting friends or away from home. Right?'
'Exactly.'
We got home by four in the afternoon and unloaded the van. Eventually we crashed out in the lounge with a drink. I had a beer and Tina a gin and tonic, with not much tonic. 'I'm off for a shower,' she announced, looking at me.
It was a while since she had invited me and I was unsure. I looked at her.
'Come and watch, please,' she said quietly. I could tell she was feeling 'horny', the word she always used, learnt, I expect, from her teenage magazines.
You might expect that I played with myself as I watched her in the shower, but you'd be wrong and you'd be missing the point. It isn't about me at all, it's about Tina. I am focussed entirely on her - admittedly I am turned on by the experience - but I am enjoying admiring her and I am not a participant in that way. It was good to be asked again and when she had finished, and I knew she had reached an orgasm, she asked me to dry her off. I dried her lovingly, her hair, her breasts, her bottom. I dried her crutch and yet it was a loving act and there was no sexual activity just a sexual aura washed down with love. I went downstairs and she joined me quite a while later, dressed as usual.
I don't do as much of my share of the cooking as I should, but that evening I micro-waved some fresh tuna and some broccoli. To go with them I cooked some oven chips in the oven and opened a bottle of chardonnay for Tina. For myself I grabbed another couple of cans of beer. We ate a relaxing meal: Tina was chatting away excitedly about people she had bumped into at the show and said we must have Tim and Becky Martin round for a meal soon. She seemed to be reinvigorated since her shower. I cleared away and just threw everything [figuratively!] into the dishwasher.
We moved into the lounge and Tina slipped a video into the machine.
Six Days, Seven Nights
