It was a quiet morning in the Evans's household. "Mrs." Evans was sound asleep next to Nick in their bed. Despite the morning sun leaking in through the slightly parted curtains, it was the doorbell that woke them up.
"Mmm... coming..."
Ms. Evans yawned as she rolled out of bed. She rubbed the sleepies out of her eyes as she made her way to the front door. The bright light of the morning caught her by surprise upon opening it and she shielded her face. She sighed when her eyes finally adjusted.
"*sigh* Nick! Come to the living room!"
Nick groggily got out of bed and headed downstairs to see what Mrs. Evans wanted.
"*Ah* Good morning, Mr. Jubilee. What brings you here so early?" Nick asked.
"Well, I was up alllll night thinkin' about what you two should do next, then it hit me: nudity!" Mr. Jubilee said.
The old man, the seller, was completely different from their first encounter. Though he would never say it, the vigor of the newlywed couple sparked his enthusiasm for life once more; making him giddier and happier. He was wearing a salmon colored button-up shirt, khaki shorts and his was frizzy with a bald spot on the top.
"Nudity? Why don't you come in and talk about this..." Mrs. Evans said, still yawning and walking to the couch.
With Nick and Mrs. Evans sitting on the couch and Mr. Jubilee sitting on the love seat, he talked about his inspiration in more detail.
"I was brainstormin' all kinds of ideas for what you two could do to demonstrate the burnin' love and passion you both share when it hit me!"
There was silence in anticipation for the reiteration of his idea. Nick and Mrs. Evans stared uncomfortably at the smiling old man as his arm was flexed in a "gung-ho" fashion and seemingly frozen in time, as if a British vampire was fighting a Japanese high schooler nearby.
"Nudity!" he exclaimed.
"Okay, but what about... nudity?" Mrs. Evans said.
"How about you, Misses wife, spend the day in the nude and going about your normal routine?"
"Huh? Just her and not me as well?" Nick asked, pointing to himself.
"No, no one wants to see a dude's dick when there's a naked woman," Mr. Jubilee said with a serious expression.
"Ah, right..." Nick said.
"I take it I don't really have much of an option now, do I?" Mrs. Evans said smiling with her eyes closed.
"Nope!" Mr. Jubilee said back, smiling with his eyes closed of course.
Mrs. Evans sighed before getting up off the couch.
"At least let me shower first," she said before walking away.
Nick got one last look at Mrs. Evans from behind as she walked back up the stairs. Soon, her sky-blue, matching pajama set would be off and her bare, ebony skin would be her only attire.
*****
Nick and Mr. Jubilee looked over at the stairs when they heard footsteps heading down it. Mr. Jubilee cackled in glee while Nick was unfazed, this being completely normal for him to see every day. Mrs. Evans breasts bounced and jiggled with each step. They swayed then stopped when she reached the bottom.
"There, naked wife," she said.
"Fantastic! Now, go about as you normally do," Mr. Jubilee said.
Mrs. Evans walked past the men and made her way to the kitchen. Nick took a long look at his wife's big ass as her cheeks rubbed against one another; Mr. Jubilee looked like a miner who struck gold. Mrs. Evans turned on the stove and prepared to make breakfast.
"Sorry, Olivia. I made breakfast yesterday, after all..." Nick thought to himself.
Nick and Mr. Jubilee watched TV in the living room while Mrs. Evans cooked, occasionally looking over their shoulders to peak at her. Nick tolerated the old man providing commentary for the morning game shows until Mrs. Evans called them over to the dining room.
"Breakfast is ready, boys!" she said.
Mr. Jubilee sprung off the couch and shuffled over to the table while Nick was slow to get up. The old man rubbed his hands together like a mosquito preparing to bite as he looked over his plate of food. Everyone had the same combination of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast, except the pancakes were suspiciously placed like a pair of breasts with whipped cream holding a lone blueberry as a nipple in the center.
"Looks great, Mrs. Evans!" Mr. Jubilee said.
"Amazing as always, dear," Nick said.
Mrs. Evans smiled, and the group started eating. Throughout the meal, Nick looked over at his wife. Even though her eating in the nude was nothing out of the ordinary for him, he was strangely turned on by her being the only one wearing nothing; especially with another person at the table. Mrs. Evans picked up a forkful of pancake and accidentally dropped the piece on herself.
"Oh, dammit," she said.
Not thinking twice, she scooped up her left breast and licked the piece off, then let her tit drop down.
"Sorry you had to see that, boys," Mrs. Evans said.
"No need to apologize, Mrs. Evans. A woman licking food off her tits is a welcome sight any day!" Mr. Jubilee said.
A few bites later, the table was finished. Mrs. Evans took the plates to the sink and turned the faucet on. Nick was about to walk over and help her when Mr. Jubilee stopped him.
"Think of today as watching your wife go about her daily routine with the added bonus of her lacking clothes. We're here to watch and to not directly get involved," he whispered.
The two leaned on the counter and watched Mrs. Evans wash the dishes. Only the MILF-wife herself could make a boring and mundane chore look so erotic. They stared at her from head to toe. With every movement, her butt shook like pudding and as well as her breasts. By the time she was finished, she turned to walk towards the living room and revealed her soapy, wet tits. It wasn't until some of it dripped onto her leg when she was walking that she realized it.
"Shit," she said, going back to wiping her breasts dry.
With that out of the way, she joined up with Nick and Mr. Jubilee in the living room.
*****
