I woke up to the sound of heavy rain beating down on the roof, and thunder, slowly rolling almost continuously without any break at all. I checked my phone and realized that I had only been asleep for about two hours, so it was a little after midnight. I rolled over hoping to take the storm as an opportunity for some fun, as thunderstorms always get my wife hot and bothered, and realized that she wasn't in bed.
Samantha and I have been married for 20 years and both are in our mid forties, although she frequently gets complimented on looking to be in her early thirties. Two children and twenty years of marriage, I must say that she is as sexy as the day I met her. Yes, she has what most would call a "booty" now, that I absolutely love, and a beautiful new pair of DDD's that were a gift a few years back. Her appetite and curiosity for all things sexual has grown, if anything, and adventuresome is putting it lightly.
It is not uncommon that either of us may wake up, go sit in living room, and turn on the TV, so as not to wake the other up. I remembered one other thing at that moment, right before I went to check on her completely naked. One of her friends from work, Kristen, had asked to use the guestroom for a couple of nights, because her air conditioning was out, and her husband was out of town on business.
I slid out of bed and put on my shorts, that I always leave laying next to the bed. As I headed for the living room, not worrying about making too much noise, due to the thunder and rain masking most of it anyways, I heard something that made me stop right before grabbing the door knob. Any other time I would have just walked out into the room, as sneaking and spying hasn't ever really been my thing.
But I heard the faint sound of different people talking and moaning like what you would hear in a porno. She was watching porn. She was watching porn without me! The excitement I felt was instantaneous and curious. My cock jumped, and then slowly began to swell. You always wonder if your lover would watch the same thing without you as they do when you're around. When we watch porn together it's usually a couple, as we are a couple, and it kind of makes sense. But I was hearing multiple voices, which I figured was more than one couple. I had to try and see without spoiling her good time.
I know where she always sits on the couch, and I knew that if I could ease the door open just right that I would have a point of view allowing me to see her, without her seeing that the door had been cracked open. I also knew that with the constant thunder and rain that if I did make a little noise opening the door, that it probably wouldn't even be noticed at all. I eased the door open, just a sliver, to where I could just see, as long as I was close enough to the opening. The storm had picked up, and the rolling thunder had become crashes of thunder. The rain was coming down so hard that it was a constant roar pounding the roof.
There sat my beautiful wife, her left knee up towards her chest with her left arm resting on it, holding a glass of wine. She was wearing one of her form fitting tank tops, which she usually sleeps in, and one of her shortest pair of very loose fitting shorts. The fingers of her right hand were lightly brushing across her breasts. She slowly traced them around her nipples, which looked like they could tear the shirt, and would then drag just her fingertips to the other side, repeating the process. Watching Samantha look so relaxed, and obviously enjoying herself gave me true pleasure. She switched hands with her wine and drew a long drink, then set the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her. Her right hand lifted that side of her shirt, exposing most of her right breast, as she fondled her own tit. She traced one finger of her left hand down the inside of her thigh, and as she reached her shorts, lightly swept them aside and brushed her lips. She brought her finger up to her nose and lingered. My cock was now pushing against my shorts. She brought her finger to her mouth and very gently sucked her juices off, taking her time to enjoy the flavor. Her hand went directly back to her, now very wet pussy. She was taking her time, sliding in a sweeping up and down motion.
"Oh shit! Oh my God, I am so sorry!," exclaimed the voice of Kristen, who had apparently appeared from the hall, just out of sight.
"What the?," blurted Samantha, as she yanked her shirt back down and scrambled for the remote, frantically pointing it at the TV.
"I had no idea y'all were in here! All I could hear was the storm, and just couldn't.."
Samantha interrupted her, throwing her finger up to her mouth, "Hey!.. please keep your voice down," pointing in the direction of our bedroom.
"Oh!! I figured that, with what you were doing, and with that on," pointing at the TV "that y'all were.... ohhh!"
Kristen had moved into my view at this point. Her look of realization exacerbated my wife's look of humiliation. I considered for a moment going back to bed, as the fun had definitely come to an end, but had just noticed what Kristen was wearing. A baggy tank top that hung loose about half way down to her navel, and what I call "booty shorts." Underwear made for girls that aren't long enough to cover the cheeks, that almost look like mini boxer briefs for women, and these were baby blue. Samantha had several pair that I had bought for her, as they are my favorite. That feeling started to rebuild in my shorts.
Her voice kind of shaky from embarrassment, Samantha said, "I can't believe that you just saw me...well.. you know...and that...oh my God...I have never been this embarrassed in my life."
"Stop..this is your house, and what is so embarrassing about what you were doing? It was actually kinda hot."
"Well, I had my tit out, and... well..you know..and... Where did I put the damn remote? It was kinda what?"
Kristen had kind of sat down half sideways on the edge of the couch, a few feet away from my wife, with one leg crossed under herself.
"Kinda hot... seriously! My man's out of town half the time, so what do you think I do pretty regular?"
"Yeah, in the privacy of your own home..not in front of your friends and coworkers, and not with...where did I put the damn remote so I can change this channel?"
"Don't turn it off just because I'm in here, maybe it's something we can both enjoy."
"What?! What do you mean? I'm not gonna just sit here and watch porn like its a regular T.V. show," as she finally managed to hit the right button, "finally.. damn, how embarrassing."
The storm was showing no signs of letting up, and there was my sexy wife and her friend sitting on the couch in their underwear, basically talking about masturbating and watching porn.
Kristen said, "You know what? All the girls at work are super jealous of your tits, and since I already kind of saw one I was hoping maybe..."
"You want me to show you my tits? After what just.."
Kristen interrupted, "Stop worrying about that, seriously. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna tell anybody. Yeah, I've been kinda thinking about getting them too, and I just want to see how they look without a bra and all. I just have to know if they look as great as they do at work, every day, in everybody's face," with a bit of a playful tone in her voice, which seemed to calm Samantha a little.
I was in a daze. How did we get to this? What made Samantha go watch porn? What made me wake up when I did? How did... who cared? This was amazing, and I was loving it.
With a bit of shyness and still a little embarrassment in her voice my wife said, "I don't know, you promise you aren't going to tell anybody at work?"
"I swear"
And with that, Samantha reached down and lifted her shirt up over her enormous perfectly shaped tits.
"Holy shit! They are huge... and perrrfect... and hot."
But this caused Samantha to quickly pull her shirt back down and "shush" her while quietly laughing, apparently still not wanting to wake me.
"What? Why are you so embarrassed? They're beautiful and you should be proud to show them off."
"Thanks, I think."
"Come onnn...you barely even showed them to me."
