I hope you enjoy this story. Please provide me feedback. This story includes contact between parent and an adult child that may be offensive to some. While not incest, if any contact offends you, please don't read.
Edited by DRGRIFFIN, with my thanks!
I begin reading Max's Journal
I awoke the next morning wanting to read Max's journal all day but couldn't. I had a conference with a client in the office to discuss design ideas. Even though I usually love my work, this meeting seemed to take forever. I struggled to listen to the client.
As we were heading to lunch, one of the partners, Clermont asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just had a situation with a friend that is on my mind. Did the client notice I was distracted?"
"No. Usually you listen naturally but I could tell you were having to struggle and I had never seen that before. Are things going to work out?"
"I think things are going to be better than ever. I just have to decide how I can help a friend. Thanks for asking."
I got home about four and went to my computer immediately. I read until almost midnight and only covered the first third of Max's journal. He was incredibly detailed. Which didn't surprise me as he was like that in everything. There could be no doubt he and Eva loved each other. But it was a different type of relationship than I had with Terry. Not better or worse but different. To understand my story, I think I need to tell a few of episodes from Max's journal.
From Max's journal, Max's first experience with Eva's condition
It started when Emma was in the first grade. Eva's had gotten her CFP from an online curriculum in record time. She had consumed many books on the stock market and how it worked. It had been over a year of almost full time work but she had a methodology she thought would work to make money in the stock market at reduced risk. She had written several computer programs to make her algorithms work. After a few iterations, it was beginning to work.
Max and Eva had a traditional sex life before this. Sex maybe twice a week but almost always on Saturday. Early in their relationship Saturday night was date night. Most times they had a quickie Wednesday night. Max noticed that with Emma in school and Eva starting to work fewer hours as her programs began to work on their own that she seemed anxious. It started as a nervousness from anxiety to find something to keep her busy.
Max had asked her if she wanted to go back to get finish her PhD. But she didn't. She enjoyed trading the market and had started a small quant fund called the Baumann Fund. Max noted that the fund was started with money from Max Construction and from a large investor that had helped Max get started in the construction business.
He stated that Eva wanted to have sex more often and she started wanting to try different things. He was sure that she was masturbating more often. He found several new vibrators in strange locations.
So, one Saturday night he decided they should spice things up. Usually they got a sitter for Emma, went to upscale restaurants for dinner and screwed in their bedroom. She always dressed very conservatively when they went out. He decided this Saturday night Eva should dress slutty and they would go to a dive where no one would see them. He told Eva what he wanted to do and she said would try it.
Eva spent most of Saturday deciding what to wear. She didn't have slutty clothes. She tried on almost everything she had but couldn't find anything. She called Terry. Much to my surprise since Terry had never told me about this. Terry had an old yellow blouse that was thin and barely contained Eva large breasts. But with it unbuttoned to her nipple line it showed lots of cleavage. The buttons barely stayed buttoned over the bulkiest portion of her breasts. Terry also had a short black A line skirt that on Eva looked slutty. The skirt barely came to mid-thigh and with thigh highs she thought it would be slutty looking.
I realized that what she had worn the night before was an updated version of the outfit Terry had given her.
At seven Max got to see Eva's slut outfit. She wore bikini panties, the garter thigh highs and a strapless bra that barely covered her nipples and was left entirely open in the middle. It was meant to wear with plunging necklines. Eva had worn it once to her senior prom.
Max wore Dockers, deck shoes and a plaid shirt. Not his usual dress.
Max had chosen a sports bar so they could watch the University of Cincinnati Bearcats game. The food would be nothing special but he thought no one would bother them if Eva decided to do more than show a little leg and cleavage. It did feel different and Eva was excited. As they arrived, the place was packed. There was black and red everywhere and TV's on every wall. The only place they had to sit was at one of the high tables with high stools.
Eva was crammed into her outfit and struggled to climb on the stool and keep the skirt covering her privates. Max noticed that Eva was definitely a distraction for the tables around them. She had managed to pull the dress down enough to cover her panties but that was as far as it went. At least four inches of white thigh was showing above the lacey top of the thigh highs. The shirt strained to contained her breasts. The neck gapped open and the button strained to keep the blouse together at her nipple line. Her cleavage was expanding and contracting as she breathed.
Max wrote that he was worried that this wouldn't work. He just knew that Eva was going to get so embarrassed she would end the date. She was obviously embarrassed at her situation. Her face and neck were red. But as she settled down she smiled at Max.
Their server arrived and asked for their order. He couldn't keep his eyes off Eva's strain to stay in her clothes. Eva was clearly aware of the spectacle and attention she was creating. Max was confused about what Eva was thinking but he was getting aroused. His beautiful wife was letting men look at her in a way she had always avoided. Max said she usually wouldn't even show cleavage when it was appropriate. Eva usually had covered almost to her neck to avoid showing any cleavage.
The server came back with their beer for Max and wine for Eva. Max ordered a bunch of wings. The game was about to start. Max asked Eva, "Do you want to stay?"
"Honey, don't you? I mean isn't this a key game for the bearcats?"
"Yes but, ah—."
"Am I embarrassing you?" Eva asked frowning.
"No, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"I am certainly embarrassed. But if you are enjoying this, I want to please you. Isn't this exciting for you?"
"Well yes for me it is."
Eva raised her glass to toast and said, "Then let's have fun."
It took about fifteen minutes for the wings to arrive. Again, the server stared at Eva's cleavage. It was like he knew that button couldn't last much longer. Max ordered a second beer. The wings were messy to eat but they were both starving. Eva stayed bent over and her shirt gapped open and the bra pushed up to make the mounds increase out of the shirt. Max noticed guys watching Eva more than the game. He realized he liked that his wife was the center of attention.
As Eva ate the wings she had sauce on her face and cleavage. She was constantly wiping both. Max thought this was very unusual as Eva as she was normally very neat.
Eva whispered to Max, "Tell me to unbutton one button."
Mas was stunned and wasn't sure he heard correctly. But he commanded, "Eva you are going to get sauce on your pretty blouse. Unbutton one button so can keep it clean."
Eva smiled and said, "You want to see more of your slut."
Max said, "I do and make sure the server also sees."
The server came back with Max's beer. As he sat the beer down, Eva bent to bite into the last wing. The server was obviously watching her expanding cleavage. With that button undone the inside half of her breasts were totally exposed with the bra barely covering her areolas.
Eva sat straight up and left her blouse open. She had sauce on her mouth from the last wing. She looked at the server and began to mop the sauce off her mouth and chest, "I am so sorry. I am just making a mess on myself." She gave the server a sexy look.
