When it comes to "plain Jane's" I am convinced if you were to look up the definition of a plain Jane, you would see a picture of Ralph's wife, Gwen.
For this reason I had never even given her a second thought. Her daughter has a body that literally will not quit. While it's true Pamela is not what you would call a beauty, her fantastic body more than makes up for her looks. Somewhat surprisingly, the more I am around her the more I find her cute in a peculiar way. Her large nose and noticeable over bite become less significant when you scan down to her incredible tits, flat firm abdomen and long firm legs.
Pamela got her large nose from her mom. Gwen is about the same height as her daughter, but she is thinner. She is actually what you would probably call skinny. One thing is certain; Pamela did not get her tits from her mom.
I am not sure Gwen has tits. I am exaggerating a little, because she does have tits, but they are nothing like Pamela's. Gwen has a slight overbite so maybe Pamela got that from her as well.
When you boil it all down, Gwen is just not noticeable. She is as plain as they come. She dresses modestly, although I think even if she tried to dress provocatively, no one would notice. In essence, she would blend in with most wall paper.
So there you have it. I believe Gwen is in her late thirties since I heard Ralph mention she was sixteen when she had Pamela, she is tall, skinny, no tits, big nose, and slight overbite, and just plain plain. She keeps her hair in kind of an out dated page boy style, and her face is generally always buried in a paperback book of some sort.
I am not sure what attracted Ralph to her in the first place. Although Ralph is certainly no gem himself, so maybe they are meant for each other. Had it not been for our little experiment with Ralph and my wife, he probably would be dying from boredom. Gwen seems content with her books. At least I know Gwen has been fucked once, with Pamela being the result.
So a few days back, I was over at their place on their rear deck area talking to Ralph about something. He had stepped into his garage to get something for me or to show me, I don't recall which it was. Gwen got up to use the bathroom. She smiled as she passed me and commented on how lovely a day it was. She tends to not talk much.
I agreed with her and looked at her skinny no tits body as she passed. She was wearing a button up sun dress of some sort, and it like most of what she wore was boring.
Curious, I stepped over to see what her latest book was. I had noticed she used a plain cover on her books. I assumed so she could keep them clean for resale or something like that.
The words, "He jammed his hard cock in her mouth as Chuck jerked her panties down and jammed his cock in her asshole," leapt off the page she was reading and practically knocked me to my knees.
I was more than blown away by what skinny plain Jane Gwen was reading. Hidden under her plain dust cover was a dirty cheap two bit sex novel that would make a sailor blush. I flipped through a few pages and saw nothing but fucking and sucking and cum shooting here and there and in this mouth or that one.
I put the book back where she had it and moved to one of the chairs to sit down. My mind was racing with all kinds of ideas.
Pretty soon Gwen came back out to the deck. "Can I get you a beer or something to drink while you wait for Ralph," she asked.
"Thanks Gwen, a beer sounds great," I smiled as she quickly skittered back into the house to fetch one.
When she came back out, I scanned her skinny body looking for something, anything appealing. She was just so fucking plain. It appeared that she wore a bra under her plain sun dress. For the life of me, I could not figure why she needed one. If her tits filled an A-cup I would have been surprised.
It wasn't as though she was ugly, because she was not. She had nice enough features and her nose was not that large. It's just that she was so plain.
"What are you reading?" I asked as I took a sip of my cold beer.
She blushed and stammered, "Oh just some old romance girly thing. You know us girls like to watch chick flicks and read romance novels," she chuckled nervously as she backed up to sit back on her lounge chair.
Ralph soon joined us and he and I chatted a bit more before I left.
My mind kept popping back to the book Gwen was so engrossed in. I wondered if I should see how far I could go with her. Nothing about her was appealing to me, but then, nothing about Pamela appealed to me either until I finally saw her naked.
Debbie was as shocked as I had been when I told her what kind of books Gwen reads. "Sounds to me like Ralph's not keeping her content," she chuckled. "Being married to Ralph, I bet she masturbates all the time. She probably has a box of dildos under her bed," she laughed.
I laughed, "I think you're on to something babe. The only problem is, as plain and boring as she is, I doubt anyone else would volunteer to fill in for old Ralphy boy," I chuckled.
"You could," she giggled. "After all it would be the neighborly thing to do," she burst into laughter as I scowled at her suggestion.
"Thanks, but I will stick with their daughter. At least she has tits," I laughed.
Over the next few days I could not quit thinking about the book she was reading as I wondered really how far she might go. I finally decided to try a little test to see what her response might be.
Ralph had mentioned he was going to an antique store in a town close by to check out a desk he had been looking for, and I knew Pamela was going on a picnic somewhere with Jason. Knowing Pamela would be tied up for some time, undoubtedly being fucked every way possible by Jason, I decided to pay Gwen a little visit.
I have this one pair of shorts that are hard to describe. I think I got them for a Halloween party or costume party or something. They are made out of a very lightweight material and they are short. I think I could easily put both legs through one leg hole. When I wore them, I remember wearing a swim suit under them because you could easily see up either leg hole to my ass or my cock if I had nothing on under the baggy shorts.
I pulled them on with nothing under them and sat in front of a mirror. When I crossed my legs or moved them in anyway, you could easily see my cock and my balls. If I leaned back or lay down, the thin material would slide up and my cock would literally hang out the leg hole. The harder my cock got, the easier it was to see. If I tugged them up a bit most of my cock hung out one of the leg holes.
Debbie was over visiting Sherri who had just returned with her hubby Ozzy from a European vacation. I pulled on a tee shirt and slipped on some sandals and sauntered over to see if Ralph had a beer. Just in case anything happened, I slipped one of my small cameras in the pocket of my shorts.
The material of these stupid shorts was so light weight; the wind was literally blowing my shorts up exposing my cock for brief flashes as I walked. I had to chuckle at this, now knowing what girls put up with when they wear skirts.
I rang the doorbell and moments later plain old Gwen answered the door.
