Hi, my name is Cherise and this is an event that happened to my husband and myself about three years ago. I was 57 and my husband Rick was 60. We had been married for 38 years. My husband is one of a family of four, with two brothers and one sister. He is the oldest and his brother Brian is the second oldest.
Brian is the same age as I am and was born with Cerebral Palsy. He is 5'9" tall and slightly balding on top. His teeth are also a little crooked but is always smiling. I don't think anyone would consider him handsome but he is a really sweet guy. He has had a tough life with many operations on his left foot when he was a kid. He also had to wear a brace and special shoes. His left hand is also very weak. He is only slightly mentally handicapped but he was placed in special schools as a kid. It was tough for him to get a job because of his handicaps. He would get a job at a company while they had special funding and would get let go after the funding ran out. He eventually moved out of state and ended up on welfare for many years. He spent his time volunteering for food banks and the Salvation Army.
When we visited him one time in his trailer we were appalled by the rundown conditions he was living in and convinced him to move back to our home city where we would find him a job and he could visit with his mother more often. The job market had really picked up in our area and he got his first permanent job. He was only making a little more than minimum wage though and we ended up buying a two bedroom house and renting it back to him at a really cheap rate. You could see the pride coming back to him being off welfare and making his own living.
Brian lives in the city and we live about 45 minutes out of town. We invited Brian out to our place for the weekend one time. He doesn't drive so we picked him up. We had a great Saturday with him and after supper we watched a movie together. Rick and I polished off a liter of wine together and a couple of Scotches. (Brian doesn't drink because he took a pledge with the Salvation Army) and we made a bed for Brian on the couch and headed to bed. Rick got in bed and I got dressed in my nightgown. I usually just wear a sleeping shirt, but because we had company I found the nightgown in my closet. I suddenly remembered that I had to get a quilt for Brian as we turn down the heat at night. I ran back downstairs without remembering to put on my housecoat. I got the quilt out of the closet and set it down on the couch where Brian was just shutting off the TV and about to go to bed. I turned my head and saw Brian staring at my breasts. I looked down at myself and noticed that the nipples of my 38D breasts were showing quite prominently through the material. "Brian!" I scolded him while holding my arms over my chest. "Haven't you ever seen nipples before?"
"No I haven't." he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I did see a lady lose the top of her bathing suit after diving into the pool, but that was across the pool and many years ago." he murmured.
I quizzed him more and found out that he has never had more than a kiss from a girl. He was raised to wait for marriage before having sex(funny, Rick never seemed to worry about that!) and never had anyone who wanted to marry him. It was hard for someone with his handicaps to meet a girl. He eventually gave up because it was too frustrating.
I couldn't believe this! A 58 year old virgin who has never even seen a girl nude! I would have to talk to Rick about this and see if we could get a stripper or set him up on a date or something!
"Can I see your breasts?" he asked.
I should have been shocked but knowing how honest and direct Brian was, I knew better. The wine I had didn't hurt either.
"There are plenty of breasts on the Internet!" I said.
"It is not the same!" he said.
"You don't want to see me, Brian, I have belly fat and cellulite!"
"I really would like to!"
I don't know whether I would have done it without all the wine I had, but I gritted my teeth and pulled off my nightgown and showed him my breasts! I was really more ashamed of him seeing my belly fat and cellulite than my breasts (I was rather proud of my breasts), but there was no way I could show him just my breasts in this nightgown. I looked down at myself and realized that the panties I were wearing were rather see through! I didn't shave and my black bush was quite visible.
If I hadn't been so shocked at him never seeing breasts before, I would never have done it. No man other than Rick and my doctor had ever seen my breasts before.
"There, now you have seen breasts and a whole lot more." I let him look longer than I should have, but I guess I was too astounded by what I was doing to realize this. I put the nightgown on again and looked at him.
"Thanks Cherise, I really appreciate this!"
"No problem, see you in the morning." Did I really just say "no problem?" I thought as I headed to bed.
End of Part I.
"You did what?!!" Rick blurted out.
I explained the circumstances to Rick and he said "Poor guy, I never realized."
"You aren't mad at me are you?"
He thought for a minute and said "No, I am not mad. I understand why you did it."
"He had never seen a pair of boobs? Wow! I still can't believe it. Well at least you changed that." Rick said.
"I wish there was a strip club in this city. I would take him." he said.
"He would probably be too embarrassed to go." I said.
"You don't have any girl friends that could give him a show do you?" Rick asked.
"No! I don't! Why would you ask me that?"
"Maybe you could strip for him."
"I can't believe you said that! Why would you even think that?" I said.
"Well, he has already seen your boobs, and we can't seem to think of any other way to educate him."