Prologue
The plane seemed to level out, apparently reaching cruising altitude. Sounds of the engines, hydraulics and other more general ambient noises became less prominent. The smell of the air in the plane still bothered though as George looked to see if his bride was alright. Beginning the return trip from their honeymoon, she looked pale and nervous. This being only the second flight for either of them, Cindy clearly didn't care for air travel. Thinking there wasn't much he could do other than hold her hand, he turned to look out the window and became lost in thought.
They'd had a week on a Caribbean island and were now they heading back and to their new town home. Money from both families had provided for the down payment and some discount furniture.
However, George sensed something wasn't quite what it should be. He'd had all those hopes and wonderful dreams of a perfect, fulfilled married life and career. He had the job, a very satisfying and important one. He was a new paramedic with a large pre-hospital service. It was the marriage part that concerned him.
They had been friends since c***dhood. She had moved in down the street she was only eight and it took a while before they got to talking. After that it wasn't long before they could often be seen together. They became best friends and held hands. Growing ever more comfortable and used to each other, they went steady through high school. The summer before he started college they got engaged. Cindy didn't have the grades or perhaps the ambition for continuing her education. She didn't seem to mind, content enough that she would be his wife. After all, for years it had been a foregone conclusion.
They'd lost their virginity together and pleasure with each other was what they knew. It was good, great even, but naïve as George was, he knew there was much more to a life together than just sex. They loved each other but a nagging feeling that something was missing lurked in his mind. He also had an inkling that perhaps Cindy felt it too. Neither was aware there was a difference between love for each other and being "in" love.
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Ch. 1 Lightening Up
"That old guy next door is really something," my wife Cindy remarked after coming in from the back yard and sliding the patio door closed.
"Huh?"
"While I was out gardening, he just kept staring at me."
"Oh come on."
"Well he did. I mean he kept this idle chat up, but he was trying to look at everything he could. I know he looked at my bum."
Chuckling I replied, "Do you blame him? It's cute. Heck, you're the sexiest thing he's likely seen in years."
"George! Don't make fun, I'm serious. He even tried to look down my top," Cindy exclaimed, flustered.
"Okay you're serious, so am I. We're new neighbors. You're gorgeous. He was checking you out. Nothing strange about that I would think. The guys at school used to."
"He seemed to be doing a lot more than that somehow. He made me uncomfortable. That's why I finally came in. He seemed so blatant about it."
I sighed, "Come on, lighten up. Be flattered a little. We're going to be neighbors for a good while. We should try to get along."
Cindy sat across from me. "So what are you saying? I should just let him ogle me? Let him mentally undress me?"
My bride had contorted things once again with her reserved ways. "Let him? What would you have me do about it? Um, excuse me Mr. Wilkins, would you mind not looking at my wife, she's shy. She doesn't know how to handle it when a guy notices how good looking she is and has such a great body and all. It makes her uncomfortable."
"Oh George, don't be like that. I'm sorry. I just think there is something more to Mr. Wilkins than other guys I know."
"Possibly, he's older and maybe not as backward about what he likes when he sees it."
Cindy added, "Older yeah, way older than my father even."
"Did he actually say or do anything I should accuse him of?"
"Well, no."
"Hell Cindy, if I just had you move in next door I'd be doing the same thing he's doing. You're cute and sexy as all get out. You're so beautiful, I'd likely be walking around with a semi all the time."
"George you're terrible," she giggled. "You do now anyway."
"See, I'm twenty-two and he's maybe sixty but a guy's a guy. He's not dead. He seems to be on his own and here's this tantalizing teenager as his new neighbor."
"Oh dear," she giggled again. "But hey, I'm almost twenty."
"He seems harmless enough. It'll be alright. It wouldn't hurt to be friendly, but it means you've got to lighten up."
From the time we started dating it had been a chore for Cindy to relax. A rather prudish view of sexuality and lack of self confidence were frustrating. She didn't even think she was that good looking let alone a guy's wet dream like she actually was. Now newly married and in our own home, I have been trying to evoke changes.
For one thing I found I enjoyed being clothes free. Blond Cindy, averaged height, slim and lovely looks, was not as enthusiastic. I loved seeing her nude, well, or clothed for that matter, but nude I could hardly keep my hands to myself. Her just right firm breasts, trim waist, tight and saucy bum were more than enough to get me going. I loved how she looked moving about our new home this way, but she'd only ventured it twice. It was struggle enough to convince her that sleeping nude was better and felt good.
Another day we went to the mall. I wanted some new sneakers and Cindy, well, Cindy is a woman, she just liked to shop. In one of the stores she was looking at tops and pulled a cute bib halter from the rack.
"Very nice," I enthused. "Get it, are there any more?"
"It is nice but I could never wear that in public. It's the same kind of material they make a guy's undershirt from," she replied, putting it back.
"Cindy yes you can, buy it for crying out loud. Don't you look at other people when you're out? Lots of people wear things like this, you could wear it anywhere."
"Yeah right. Well okay, I'll get it, but only for wearing around the house. There's not much of a back to it and I can't wear a bra," she pointed out.
"Fine, whatever," I said, disgruntled, "but get these other two as well," picking out a pale yellow and a white one.
At home I got her to put on the light pink one while I made us a drink. Finishing a slow pirouette in the middle of the living room, I declared, "You look great, very nice."
"Maybe, but it's clingy on my boobs," Cindy observed then suddenly froze. "Mr. Wilkins is out there looking at me."
"Oh really?" I turned to look out the window. Mr. Wilkins was sitting in his yard facing our way. "He probably can't see anything, besides, you're not wearing anything he can't see on any street. Get over whatever it is," I replied irritated. Grabbing my drink I went out back.
Throwing myself into a chair I heard Mr. Wilkins call over, "Hi neighbor."
Standing and going to the little half fence that separate our town houses I replied, "Hi yourself."
"You folks settling in okay?"
"Yeah, trying anyway."
"Was talking with your lovely wife the other day."
"Yes, she mentioned that."
"Did I say or do something to upset her? She left rather abruptly."
"Nah, don't sweat it. Cindy is a little reserved."
"Oh I see, well I do hope we will become friends. Makes being neighbors a lot easier."
"I'm sure we will Mr. Wilkins," I responded, offering my hand.
"Please call me Fred," he offered as he extended his hand. I shouldn't have been surprised that his hand easily outsized mine. He had to stand over six foot at least and he was large framed. Not over weight it seemed, just big.
"Okay Fred, I'm George, George Richardson."
"You're wife said you are a paramedic, that's honorable work, though not easy at times I suppose. I refer to myself now as, at leisure."
"Nice. Yeah it has its moments, overall it's satisfying. Say, will you give me a minute? I just want to get a new drink."
"Sure thing, George George."
I shot a look back and found him grinning. He chuckled before waving me off. Laughing I went inside and saw Cindy slouched in a chair. I went about making a rum punch and putting glasses on a tray. Returning to the living room, I suggested, "Come on, Cindy, let's go sit outside."
Glancing to see Mr. Wilkins still in his yard she asked, "What?" Her eyes looked alarmed.
Taking her hand I told her, "Come on, we are going to be neighborly."
Groaning and mumbling something that sounded like, "Asshole," she reluctantly complied.
Once we were seated I called out, "Hey Fred, come on and join us."
Cindy gave me a hard look but I ignored it. We chatted and drank. Fred told us about the area and some of the other neighbors. Glances told me that Cindy was slowly, if begrudgingly, relaxing. The fact that I kept pouring drinks may have helped.
I tried to get Cindy talking. "So tell Fred about your plans for a garden."
Giving me a darting look she began to talk, at first not really looking at Fred, but in time her genuinely nice personality took over. Fred appeared quite interested. Sure, he looked her over real good and seemed to be talking to her tits some, yet I couldn't help but smile. I guessed Cindy was unaware how nicely her nipples poked against her new top, or how it clung to the side and under swell of each breast. They chatted back and forth over the merits of certain plants and varieties, and she became more animated as she accepted our new neighbor.
A few days after that, Cindy drove to the variety store. She wore a nice above the knee skirt and a baby blue blouse. Returning, she announced she was going to change and asked would I make her a drink. I stopped her for a kiss. Hugging her I offered, "I'll make you a drink but please don't change, that looks nice."
"Oh, okay then," she responded, sounding surprised.
Patting her bum as I went to play bartender, I added, "You gotta lose the bra though."
Cindy retorted, "Pervert," but giggled and complied.
Returning with drinks I peeked outside. "No Mr. Wilkins hon, let's sit outside."
Griping slightly she followed me out. As we sat Cindy looked frequently to see if anyone was about.
"Take a pill woman, geez." It took a bit and another drink but she did relax. Then I had an idea. "Sweety, I think it would be nice to invite Fred over. Why don't you go knock on his patio door?"
"Like this? You are out of your mind!" Cindy cried out in complete shock and disbelief. "This top is way thinner than that halter!"
"You look fine. You look terrific. There is nothing wrong with the way you are dressed. I'm here, Fred is a neighbor, you're safe. Please? You need to get over some of whatever you think is wrong with being attractive."
"You're not going to let up are you?" she asked, glaring. Suddenly standing she thrust her chest out. "Fine, I'll go. I'll let him stare at my boobs if that's what you want."
"Fuck, that's not what I want but I don't care if he does. You shouldn't either. He saw you before in the halter. That was no big deal in the end. I want you to be more confident, self assured about yourself. You've got a nice outfit on."
"Yeah right, again with no bra," she countered as she marched off next door. Watching her go, I noticed Fred's living room window was open and wondered if he'd heard anything.
Cindy returned with Fred. Her nipples seemed to be quite hard. While wondering why, I realized I should go in and get Fred a glass. Returning I saw Cindy was flustered.
"I was just commenting on how lovely your wife is looking there George," Fred remarked.
"Yes, she is sweet indeed. She sure gets my blood going," I added, glancing at her still prominent nipples.
I noticed Cindy give me a shocked look. I had really put my foot in it now. If Fred noticed it didn't seem to faze him. "Yes indeed," he replied then added, "a pretty young lass."
The moment seemed to pass and we relaxed.
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At dinner later Cindy asked, "So George, are you happy? I told you he'd stare."
"No more than anyone else would I'd think. He was okay."
"I was embarrassed and so nervous my nipples were sticking out the whole time."
"I wondered about that. But hey, you got over it. You looked great. Nuts, Cindy you were dressed just fine. Even if you had some more buttons undone on that shirt you would have still been fine."
"I can't believe you. It seemed like he was talking to my chest half the time, like he could see right through my top. It felt so wicked, like I was inviting him to look. Do you really want me to go 'round flaunting myself?"
"If it would help your self image, maybe. You were just too self conscious. Look, we're alone now, just undo the next two and see."
"You're incorrigible," she declared, then undid one. "Satisfied?" she asked.
"No." She undid the next one and looked at me exasperated.
"Cindy, there is nothing wrong with that. All I can see is some cleavage. You look good."
"Hmph, yeah but I bet if I moved at all you would see everything."
"Argh," I exclaimed. "Go look in the mirror. There is nothing wrong with the way you look."
Returning Cindy grudgingly admitted, "It looks okay, I suppose."
I just shook my head then thought for a bit. "Want to go for a walk after?"
She perked up. "Okay, when? I'll have to get ready."
"We can go whenever you like, but please don't change."
"You, you just won't quit will you?"
"You wore less on our honeymoon and there were tons of people around."
"Yeah, but that was a resort, and I was all heady about our marriage and all."
"Hmm, that was less than a month ago, and now?"
"Okay forget it."
We walked along holding hands, talking about our honeymoon again. Amazingly she left the top of her shirt unbuttoned. Deciding on ice cream from a shop nearby we sat outside at a table. There were a number of people there, some families, some couples and a few teens. Some guys noticed Cindy but she remained calm and only blushed a little. Watching her licking her ice cream, I must have stared.
"Don't even think about it," she declared, reading me like a book. "I've told you there's no way I'm ever going to do that. Don't be rude."
"Ah come on, just pretend."
"What with this? Here?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
"For you," Cindy decided and saucily grinned. The licks became longer, slower, more delicate, certainly to me more sensuous. Inspecting the cone and tipping it first this way then that, she opened her mouth slightly and slid those lovely lips down over the tip. I squirmed. Pausing there a moment, my wife then took more in, engulfing more than half into her sweet mouth. She giggled. I was rock hard.
Stopping and sitting back she asked, "Happy now?"
"Wow, that was so sexy."
"My girlfriends and I used to talk and goof around about it sometimes."
"But you said it was too far out for you."
"It is, but that doesn't mean we didn't have fun with the idea."
"I really want to try pleasing you that way," I offered suggestively.
"I know, but I think that's gross too. Licking me down there, eww."
Leaving to return home I tried, "Your thinking developed while you were single and living with your parents. You married me. My thoughts should count for something too."
"Yeah, I know."
A few doors from our townhouse we saw a boy maybe mid to late teens sitting on a lawn and playing with a puppy. His dad was sitting on a step watching them. "Hello, you're the new neighbors in twenty-eight, aren't you?" he inquired.
We stopped and I answered, "Yup, that would be us. I'm George, this is my wife Cindy."
Saying hi, Cindy bent to tussle the puppy's ear and spoke to the boy. I walked over to speak with the dad. He said he was Henry and his boy Paul. His wife Vicky was inside. We conversed a bit before moving off. I'd been surprised to learn his son had just turned eighteen the week before, I had thought he was younger.
Later that evening while watching some TV Cindy mentioned, "That puppy was so cute."
"Yes, he seemed to like you, the boy too."
"Yeah, he seemed nice, cute. I think he was shy but he smiled all the time."
"I would have been too if I had the view he did."
"What?" Cindy exclaimed, suddenly putting her hand over the top of her shirt.
Chuckling, I explained, "Yup, with you bent over like that, his dad and I had a nice look at your charms."
Alarmed, she shot back, "Oh my God. Why didn't you say anything?"
"It would have made it more awkward."
Her embarrassment deepened. "So you just let a stranger look down my shirt? What did he see?"
"Pretty much all of one breast. Your nipple looked nice." My response was intentionally casual as I hoped to calm her down.
"Oh fuck, his father too?"
"The boy so close, he had the best view."
"Shit."
"Don't sweat it. It was only a moment in time. You looked beautiful."
"George, how could you?"
"Henry and his son have a nice memory now."
"Grr."
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In bed two nights later I recalled our walk, and started to connect the fact that today we'd seen and briefly chatted with the boy Paul when he came by. He was out walking his young dog down the common area that ran behind our yards. I sat up and pulled the sheet down to Cindy's waist.
Raising her head from the pillow she asked, "You feeling frisky? That's not your typical move."
"I was just thinking about that guy and his dad. I want to look at you."
"Oh God," she exclaimed, moving to grab the sheet.
I stopped her and began tickling. "You wonder why Paul happened to walk by today?"
"He was walking his dog," she said into her pillow.
"Uh-huh, and thought maybe if he came by our way maybe he'd get to see you again."
"Oh come on," Cindy replied, turning over again to look at me.
"He did seem reluctant to go I thought. No different than me or my old friends would have been, after seeing a real live bare boob." I wound up sitting over her, straddling her hips. I caressed her delightful breasts and her pink nipples quickly hardened.
Demurely Cindy asked, "So you liked letting a stranger see my boobs?"
"Oddly yes. Maybe I shouldn't have but I did. I love you so much." I bent to kiss her. "I don't know, you're gorgeous, and I'm proud of you." Kiss. "I wish you could be more proud of you too." I necked with my wife.
As I kissed and lightly suckled her breasts, Cindy responded, "I know, on our honeymoon I thought about giving in and going topless at the beach like a lot of the others, but I just couldn't. It seemed so brazen."
Shifting to lie at her side, I danced my fingers on her tummy. "I didn't think anyone was being wicked, but that was then. Thrilling me or someone else with a glimpse or two, seems exciting. Hell, give someone and yourself a thrill." I slid my hand lower to tickle her pubic hair.
"Well, when you had me go get Mr. Wilkins that day, I know what I said to you but I was really nervous. It was strange, but I found I was getting excited at the same time. It felt like I had goose bumps all over. I know my nipples got real hard. It felt so naughty, knowing he was going to look at me. For a few moments I felt like I was topless." She moved my fingers to just inside her moistening tunnel.
"Uh-huh, and how about Henry and his son Paul actually seeing your boob bare?" I prodded further.
"Well, it wasn't intentional, but it's a tiny bit neat to think back on, I guess, in a naughty way," Cindy admitted with a grin.
I worked my fingers deeper, probing. "Uh-huh, and that smile on Paul's face today said he thinks so too," I added, mildly goading.
"George, don't be bad," my wife admonished, but grabbed my wrist and began moving my hand in a fucking motion.
"It's kinda hot knowing, isn't it?"
"Uh-uh," Cindy responded, though obliged my hand to be more aggressive.
"Look at your breasts."
She wailed, "Georrrge!" but then did look at her chest.
"Paul saw them. Play with them." Cindy began feeling her breasts. "You're so hot. ... And Paul saw your sweet nipples." Using my thumb to stimulate her clitoris, I ventured on, "How hard would Paul be, if you actually let him see your beautiful tits?"
Cindy pressed her groin into my hand stimulation.
"Does it turn you on?" She groaned. "Would he still be shy? Would he get hard.? Would he blush?"
"I would," she replied quietly.
A moment later Cindy ground up her crotch in small rotations. I eased off and she moaned. "Would it turn you on, to let him see?"
Groaning she protested, "You ass. Fuck me."
Positioning myself, I paused above my wife. "Admit it, you're sexy."
"I'm sexy," she responded in a very soft voice while trying to pull me closer.
I teasingly rubbed my cock back and forth along her slit. "It would be hot, letting Paul see."
"I doubt that."
Shifting, I slid my cock halfway into her and stopped. "Talking about it is hot, say it."
Tugging at my hips Cindy answered loudly, "Pervert, quit teasing," then almost whispered, "Maybe."
Pulling back some, then in one long movement, I pressed in until our groins touched. Her vagina felt so wonderfully snug and warm, and very, very wet. Cindy moaned in pleasure of my entry and thrust herself hard against me. I halted deep inside my love. "Are you thinking about it?"
"Stop it."
Realizing I'd gone too far, gotten a little crazy, I made love to my wife, hoping the passion wasn't lost.
Raising my hips I withdrew my cock, soaked by her arousal, until only the crown remained inside. Slowly I returned to her hungry depths. Cindy moaned out, gripping my hips hard. Our pubic hair grinding together, I began a slow determined corkscrew with my shaft. She threw her legs into the air and her moans grew louder. I changed suddenly, pulling back then plunging hard. Back, then forcefully filling her once more. She groaned in my ear. Kissing my wife hard, I tilted my pelvis to work it on her clit. Cindy screamed out in orgasm as I kept up the onslaught.
Despite my own need, I felt I owed this to her for getting carried away teasing. I withdrew, plunged and ground against her, again and again. Cindy met each thrust moaning loudly. Hard, forcefully we sought the ultimate. Another climax, this time she whimpered. Still I worked to please my lover, my wife.
My own end was near and I strained to hold it at bay. Reaching between us I found her clit and massaged it while trying to prevent my juices from exploding. Cindy's whimpering became continuous, throwing her hands down, frantically gripping the sheets she came yet again. I threw caution to the wind and removed my hand, I was in impossible heat. Pounding in and out I sought the overdue. Cindy was quivering, I thrust into her hard as I could, and as I felt a tremor of her own, I came with a roar. Pulse after pulse shot from my swollen aching cock into her womb.
Collapsing onto my forearms, sweat dripping from us both, we panted into each others ear. Still inside the woman I loved, I felt her tremors continue then finally fade. We kissed a long time, our tongues expressing all we felt. It was almost torture to withdraw from her heat, the place I adored.
Resting beside my wife we snuggled, gently giving each other light kisses. Caressing her nearest breast Cindy murmured, "He is cute, in a kinda shy, nerdy way."
Unable to resist any longer I asked, "You think Paul's favorite color is baby blue now?"
Turning away to assume her normal sleep position, Cindy replied, "From the way you tell it he probably doesn't remember what color my shirt was."
"Yeah maybe, but you were wearing matching panties."
Bolting upright to face me Cindy cried out, "What, you're joking? Tell me you're joking."
"At first you bent down and that was glorious, but then you kinda squatted."
Falling back on her pillow my wife sighed, "Oh for fuck sake!"
Chapter 2 Sowing Seeds
I worked the rest of that set of shifts then I began four days off. The weather was forecast to be sunny and warm. To my surprise the day before Cindy had gone with Fred to a garden centre to select some plantings. It was tempting to ask what she'd worn but I was just pleased the two were getting along.
I lazed on the bed while Cindy showered. Stepping out, an coy look appeared on her face and in a cutesy voice, she stated, "Okay dear husband, I'm going to be out gardening this morning. What should I wear?"
"Um let me see," I teased back. "How about something sexy?"
Grinning or smirking, I was not sure which, Cindy asked, "You sure? Mr. Wilkins is likely to be out. He bought some things yesterday too."
"Sure, why not. Give him a thrill, yourself a thrill. Go for it."
"Yeah right. I just asked to see if you were still on that kick like before."
I wasn't about to let the small progress in her self assurance be set back. I tried to think quickly. Cindy was teasing, she was thinking about things even if she was still saying no. Remembering the ice cream, I suggested, "Let's play pretend."
"Huh?"
"Pretend we are still on the island at the resort. You have been appointed Goddess of the Gardens." Cindy giggled. "You are at one with nature." Giggle. "Clothes seem unnecessary."
Laughing, she attacked me on the bed. "You are nuts. Completely nuts."
We tussled and tickled for a bit. When we ran out of breath, I continued, "Okay, but admit it sounds nice." I caressed her flat tummy and noted it was extra taut. Was she nervous, turned on? "Erotic," I continued. "Dreamy." I kissed her. "Exciting."
"Not," she responded with a mock pout. "Well, maybe a little bit, but only in a fantasy world."
"Well we can have a bit of fantasy in real life. It doesn't have to be all dull and routine."
"Ah-huh, go on."
"Pretend Fred has already seen you naked and beautiful."
"George!"
"You were self conscious at first but warmed to his praise of your delectable body."
"Oh God."
"Now you are simply going to be outside, possibly together, possibly not." I toyed with one of her nipples.
"Ah-huh."
"The idea of covering so nothing dare show, somehow seems less important now."
"Oh geez."
Rising from the bed, I added, "Pretend all of that really happened. Don't deny your admirers goddess, dress for today."
Cindy groaned.
"You don't have to go out like that but pretend, for me, for us. When you're done come down and show me."
She threw a pillow at my head.
I had the breakfast dishes washed and tidied well before Cindy finally came downstairs. I was speechless. The proverbial farmer's daughter had nothing on her. Barefoot and clad in worn blue jean cutoffs, with virtually no leg material left was stunning. Her shapely legs looked even better somehow. The outside leg seams of the shorts were split way up and onto her hips. The waistline rested well below her cute navel.
Wow. She'd cut most of the belt area. Her midriff was bare to just below her ever so delicious breasts. Covering but drawing attention to her chest was an old thin t-shirt that I barely recognized as mine. It was cut off at the bottom and hung there without even touching her abdomen. There were only over sized armholes, the sleeves had been removed. The low scoop at the top was wide and deep. She'd cut away a lot of what had been there to make the deep, rounded scoop. It wouldn't take much at all for both her breasts to be on display. Finally her hair was up in a high ponytail, revealing her very kissable, slender neck.
Grinning but blushing, Cindy announced, "Okay I'm ready. Do you think Mr. Wilkins will like it?" she naughtily inquired, posing saucily.
Trying to regain a semblance of composure, I answered, "Um, maybe, ask him."
"Jerk," she laughed.
"You are ravishing."
"Yeah well, it's only for fun. I did enjoy doing it though."
"Good, I'm glad you did. You do look great like that. Be honest, do you feel sexy right now? You look great."
"Yeah, okay I do." She turned a bit to show her legs and butt cheeks.
"Your admirers would love to see you now."
"Yeah sure ... You know Paul's been by a couple more times since. He's a nice guy. We've sat and talked some."
"So he's not shy after all."
"He is. He told me he was awkward with people."
"But apparently not with you," I added.
Smiling broadly, Cindy informed me, "Paul said he liked me. It took him a while to get it out, but then sorta blurted out he liked talking with me."
"Ooh-la-la, my hot wife has another one gaga?"
She stuck out her tongue at me. "Very funny. Well anyway, this was just for pretend. The Goddess of the Garden will go up and change to really go out now."
"Wait, hang on. I want to get a picture."
"Aw, not again. Didn't you take enough on our honeymoon?"
"Never. Don't move."
Returning with the camera, I took several shots from different angles and poses. The flash went off each time. In moving about I noticed Fred in his yard, trying to see what was going on. I took a couple more then sat away from the window.
"Our neighbor is out there. Wave to him."
"Oh no," she gasped and froze.
"Best acknowledge him, he's already seen you."
Timidly, Cindy waved and attempted a smile. Turning to me, she asked, "Now what am I going to do? If I change before I go out he'll wonder, won't he?"
This seemed new. She cared what he might think? "Well, I would say it's already decided then. Go on out. You'll be fine."
Cindy groaned and stomped a foot, "I could just not go out."
"True, but your plants are waiting, and I think you were looking forward to it."
She whimpered, "Yeah but I'll be so nervous. Will you go out first, distract him maybe?"
I grabbed my coffee and went outside. Fred said good morning and invited me over. We sat and chatted briefly. Soon he revealed his curiosity. "So, taking some pictures of the Mrs.?"
"Yeah, can't get enough really. I love her so much."
"She is a delight. I'm glad we're getting along. I thoroughly enjoyed our trip out yesterday, great company."
Cindy came out, said hi and waved as she quickly squatted down to begin her planting. The low fence provided some element of cover but the spacing between the slats allowed enticing glimpses. Her breasts looked so mouth watering beneath the top that now gaped open and down. There was nothing left to the imagination. Her pink nipples were like small bullets, and the lovely under curves of her breasts invited caressing.
The legless shorts rode up as she crouched, and her delightfully firm bum cheeks saucily sought attention too. Should I go whisper to her? Would that help or hinder? She'd said how nervous she'd be. I didn't necessarily want her to display that much to Fred, or anyone else, but... I turned to look at our neighbor. He was certainly taking full advantage of the view.
Realizing I knew, he spoke, "It's been a long while since I've seen a beauty such as your Cindy."
"Yeah, well, um..."I stammered while thinking Paul had seen a lot of one bare breast and her panty-clad mound, but not this much. Not her whole bare chest and butt cheeks.
"Don't be displeased. It's harmless after all."
Cindy was right from the beginning. Fred was different. He had found a way to kindly say let him look, then dismiss it as harmless. The damn of it all was, I found myself at a loss to think of why not. I sipped at my coffee and enjoyed watching my wife's delightful boobs sway and jiggle as she worked away. God but she is sexy. Letting my thoughts drift, I quietly reminisced, "She was easily the best looking girl in school."
"No doubt," Fred replied.
"Oh geez Fred, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was thinking out loud."
"You spoke a truth, no apology," he replied simply. "Think I'll go round to help your wife," he added and was off.
Caught off guard, I just sat there. Fred knelt beside her and leaned around to view her charms close up. Cindy seemed frozen to the spot. It had all happened so quickly. There he was, so near, looking straight into her top as she remained bent down. He did nothing to disguise what he was doing. Red faced, she looked my way helplessly. It was too late. I sort of threw my hands up. I think Cindy resigned herself to the situation too because she resumed her planting. Fred even began to actually help her dig and plant. Later we parted ways and went inside for a break.
Cindy spoke first. "I might as well have been topless out there!"
I mumbled.
"Well I hope you're happy. Mr. Wilkins saw my boobs real good this time and he sure seemed pleased."
"We'll live honey. It happened. It wasn't anybody's fault really."
"Ha, you and your fixations with my body. You've got our bloody neighbor going now too."
"Cindy, hang on. I love you to bits, and yes, your body too. Fred is going to like what he likes. You, me, we won't change that."
"So now what?"
"Don't know. Nothing, I would think."
"Nothing? He saw my bare boobs, half my ass too."
"We just go on. He saw your breasts. Nobody died. Now at least, maybe you don't have to worry about being so modest going outside."
"I don't believe this. You seem to be sitting there telling me it's okay if he sees my tits again."
"No I am not! However, if by chance he does, it wouldn't be so big a deal then, would it?"
A few minutes later Fred knocked on our back door. "Come on out you two. I've made us some punch and we can visit."
We gave each other a look and joined him. Looking uncomfortable at first Cindy did calm as she sat more modestly in a chair. Sipping at her pineapple based drink, she remarked, "Mmm, this is different."
"It's my own special recipe," Fred replied. "You like it?"
Taking a larger swallow Cindy nodded. "Yes, I think I do. It has a unique something about it."
I nodded in agreement.
"So George tells me he's into taking pictures," Fred remarked, changing the subject. Cindy flushed and glared at me. "I bet there are some good ones. I noticed him at work snapping some earlier."
Cindy offered, "He was taking some of me in this outfit I made. It was just for fun really. It wasn't for anybody to see, but then you kind of did, so... Well it seemed too late to change and..."
"And glad I am of that," Fred declared. "A delightful outfit indeed, and you're so lovely in it."
So here we were right back in it. I took a big drink.
"You must show me your photos, George. I'd like that. Do they go back to when you were dating?"
"Yeah, they do."
"Good then. I bet there's some nice honeymoon ones too, eh? Cindy, how did you come about the outfit? Do you have others like it?"
Cindy flushed again. "No, that's the only one."
"Pity, I'd love to see more."
"It was just a pretend thing. I don't know what got into me actually," she added.
"Well you did a smashing job. You should make some more, right George? You surely have the figure and looks for it Cindy. I'd love to see you in them when they're done."
I had to intervene. "Um, Fred, this whole thing was meant to be, private. It wasn't meant to be a shared thing. You know. You certainly weren't meant to see, ah, well, what you did."
"Oh I understand George. I'm not about to tell anyone. Our neighborly friendship can be as private as you like. I appreciate a bit of the risqué too. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Cindy has shown imagination in creating her outfit. I think it's wonderful."
I was dumbfounded. Bordering the rude, he had boldly, albeit nicely, said he enjoyed looking at my wife's naked breasts. That we shouldn't be embarrassed and he encouraged her to show off more. We went silent as we lowered the amount of punch in the jug.
Fred went over to his place to use the washroom and Cindy simply asked me, "Well?"
I shrugged. "Honestly don't know. We could end the friendship here but it would be awkward being neighbors."
Cindy shook her head. "No, I hope there's no need for that."
"Well, we can just try and ignore some of what he says, but that'll be ongoing." She nodded. "You could just do a strip for him right here," I playfully suggested, trying for humor.
"George!"
"We can go along some when we feel like it?"
"If!" Cindy corrected. "Hey, are you saying you're okay with this?"
I shrugged again. "Before, Paul and his dad saw your boobs and the world didn't end. So now Fred has too, an even better look, but it's over. Don't just be reactive, how do you feel?"
She considered then replied softly, "Not as bad as I should. Not that I'm likely to, but if I ever were to make another outfit, I think I'd be having thoughts about what Mr. Wilkins might see of my body or not."
Fred returned. "So then, with the weather warm and all, how about a barbecue later? I have some nice chops I can take out."
What the heck. "Sure, sounds good," I replied.
Sighing, Cindy added, "I guess I can make a salad."
We enjoyed the rest of the day. Fred was overall a nice guy. Yeah, he did try and look down her top again. Cindy didn't cooperate, but then she didn't exactly turn away either.
Getting ready for bed that night Cindy lost her shorts and panties. After beginning to remove her top, my old t-shirt, she seemed to change her mind. She went to the large mirror over her dresser and bent forward.
Smiling, I remarked with sincerity, "It was a lovely sight."
"George," my wife replied in a don't be like that tone. "I'm trying to see just how far down Mr. Wilkins saw."
"Well, I don't think you're bent over low enough," I suggested.
Cindy tried lower but got frustrated, stating, "When I do that I can't see in the mirror properly."
Thinking rapidly, I got her to go and get on the bed facing the mirror, then I got an empty shoe box out of the closet. Squashing it a little first, I wedged it behind the mirror at the top. As I'd hoped, it moved the angle down.
My wife knelt on hands and knees and remarked, "That's better, thanks."
Joining her on the bed, I knelt behind her and tapped her legs prompting, "Open so I can get closer to see."
Cindy obliged and I snuggled in, leaning over her back and placed my head above hers.
"George you're getting hard," she commented in a dismissive voice.
My cock was resting perfectly centered along her butt crease and indeed was lengthening. "Mmm, yeah," I replied lovingly and caressed the spectacular cheeks of her bum. "Who wouldn't be? Think Fred got hard looking at those?"
Annoyed, Cindy shot back, "Jerk, don't start. I wasn't naked below," she added, then gave a small giggle. "And Mr. Wilkins wasn't playing with my ass. Trying to turn me on."
"Turn just a little this way," I urged, moving her slightly and sliding my hardness up and down a bit, along the V of her bum. "Ah, see. I think that's more the view Fred had," I commented as if nothing else was happening.
My wife must have known exactly what I was up to, but played along by asking, "Think Mr. Wilkins really might have gotten... stiff?"
"Absolutely," I assured, kissing her shoulder and pressing my cock more firmly against her bum. Thinking of buttery words, I added, "Hot, sexy. Mr. Wilkins got a glimpse of heaven today."
Cindy groaned and retorted, "Laying it on a little thick aren't you?" But then wriggled her butt against my cock, giggling.
I turned my head remembering the stuffed a****ls on her night table. "Don't move, wait a sec," I said, patting her bum and moving off the bed. I got the stuffed collectible I wanted and placed it on her dresser at the base of the mirror.
"What's that for?" my wife inquired, amused.
Resuming my position on the bed, I replied, "Don't you recognize Mr. Wilkins?"
Laughing, she rebutted, "It's a blue elephant silly."
Smiling at her response, I teased, "Ssh, we're playing pretend."
"Aah, not again," Cindy groaned in response, feeling my softer shaft slip between her legs and against her pussy.
Continuing on, I suggested, "It's fun. See, Mr. Wilkins is appreciating the view of your glorious bod, with those big, longing eyes of his."
Cindy replied, laughing, "You're nuts, crazy." Tilting her hips, she invitingly asked, "So you going to do me? Or just joke around?" She then added, "The only thing longing about that thing looking at me is its long trunk."
How could I say no to a cute gal. I placed the head of my cock just inside her entrance to moisten. Picking up on Cindy's words, I teased further, "Think Fred has a long trunk?"
"George?"
"Yes dear?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
"Yes dear."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Perhaps a week later, Cindy and I were having breakfast. "Any plans or wishes for today hon?" I asked.
"No, unless you'd go with me shopping later. It's not as much fun going alone."
I let out a fake groan. "Just so you know, I wouldn't do it for anyone else." I got a kiss for that.
I went out back with my coffee and noticed a bowl on the patio by the door. It had water in it. Must be for Paul's dog I realized. Just then Fred appeared.
We had all chatted briefly a few times since that gardening day but had never mentioned it. This morning we talked about various things, then Fred mentioned, "You seem less down today George."
"Huh?" It took a few moments, but I think I realized and replied, "Oh, it's nothing really. Just have to get better at leaving things at work, Cindy doesn't like hearing about some things."
"Perhaps not. But you need a safety valve. I did, and I only pushed paper. Other than that though, you and the Mrs. getting along better?"
While trying to figure out why he would ask, Cindy stepped out. "Hi Mr. Wilkins. George, I'm ready to go shopping."
I got up and said my goodbye. Neighbor Fred stood, stating, "Enjoy. Will you two be out again when you get back?"
"Sure," I replied without thinking.
Wandering through the mall Cindy remarked, "Mr. Wilkins sounded lonely when he asked about us coming out later. I think we should sit with him, don't you?"
"Yeah, I said I would, we will. Have you thought much about that day?"
"Yes, too much actually. So what do you think?"
"I don't know, he's gregarious but a bit crude," I replied. "Overall he was very complimentary, but planted seeds to see what might grow."
"George, you're on about gardening again," she teased. "But yes, he is a devil. Are we going to acknowledge those seeds?"
"As in go along?" I asked, trying not to sound surprised, before realizing this was the second question this morning I was left wondering about.
"I guess so."
"Hmm, it could be fun in a way. The mere fact we're talking about it gives me a bit of a tremor."
"Yeah?" Cindy responded and squeezed my hand. "You're naughty."
"You are a sexy, desirable woman Cindy, admit it. Having more than just me acknowledge it, show it, is helping you feel more comfortable, more confident about yourself." The true gist of Fred's question hit me.
"Maybe. It would drive Mr. Wilkins nuts."
"Possibly, but I doubt it. He wants to see more of you. We'd be playing into his hands too, don't you think?"
"Yes, I suppose... Do you think it would really be okay then? I have no idea what kinda outfit I can come up with. But it might be fun, in a way I guess," she added with naughtiness in her tone.
"Yeah, if we approach it from a fun point." The possible purpose of the second odd question dawned. Stalling to let it all sink in, I asked, "Say, why do you keep calling him Mr. Wilkins?"
"Well at first it was out of respect. He is older. Then I guess he kinda reminded me of this teacher I had. He was quite tall too, and kinda cute."
Something in Cindy wanted to. I decided to act while the iron was hot. This would be for her, for us too. Coming to a boutique we'd seen before, I asked her to wait. I went inside and spoke to the woman working there. Returning, I told Cindy to go in and look around and that I would meet her at the food court after. Looking puzzled she went in.
I spotted my wife walking toward me carrying a bag. She looked bemused and was blushing profusely. I asked her not to say anything about what happened or what she bought but I did ask for my credit card back. We had a light lunch then returned home. Cindy disappeared upstairs for a while.
That afternoon when I saw Fred outside I told Cindy, "I'm going make some drinks then sit out with our neighbor. Why don't you bring out the tray when you're ready?"
Cindy came out carrying the drink tray and bent low to place it on a small patio table in front of us. Maintaining that position, she poured three glasses and handed one to Fred. "For you Mr. Wilkins," then handing one to me she took her own and found a seat opposite. The whole while she remained very red faced.
Fred downed half his glass then stood and walked to her. "George, I am about to kiss your wife," and he did, firmly on the lips. "Thank you," he softly said to her, then returned to his chair.
Cindy was wearing a quite short, pleated, school girl type, mauve and white skirt. On top was a small, sleeveless mauve vest. It was of some flimsy material that was partially see through and there was a fair gap in the front. Clearly there was nothing under it. It was held together by tiny alligator clips attached to a rather loose chain of small gold links. My wife had just intentionally shown another man her bare breasts. I was rock hard, though torn as to why.
Fred declared, "Cindy, you are a beautiful woman. In many ways."
My wife looked at me and asked, "Do you want to explain or shall I?" Unable to speak I nodded, indicating her. "George and I discussed the other day, about how I ended up, well, shall we say, showing. Then there's what you said after. We decided what was done was done and maybe wasn't so bad in the end. He's always after me to relax and not be so uptight, as he puts it. You left us with the naughty idea of doing it some more, but we couldn't decide.
"Today while we were at the mall we got to talking again, about before. And then George went into this boutique without me. When he came back out he told me to go in. The clerk there said my husband had left instructions for her to help me in selecting a special outfit to 'Wow' him with, as she put it. I pretty much knew he had meant that it would be for you to see too. I was really nervous about the whole idea, but as I was shown different things, it got kinda naughty, neat to imagine.
"Apparently I wasn't to say what I got, only to wear it, if I dared. Hearing that, I wondered if she had guessed it wasn't just for my husband. I don't know, it seemed so wicked, but thrilling at the same time. Anyway, he had left his credit card, so I bought it, and this is the outfit. You and he are seeing it now, together."
"Wow!" Fred exclaimed.
"Yeah, wow," Cindy concurred, finally giving in to another full blush and taking a big drink.
There was a rather awkward silence, then Fred asked, "And how do you feel now Cindy?"
"Strange," was the reply. "I was so nervous to come out... But I was tingling at the same time. I felt that way in the store too, butterflies big time. Now, I think I'm still kinda shaky, but somehow strangely calm, all at the same time."
"At peace," Fred remarked and finished his drink. Looking at me then Cindy, he asked her, "Would you be generous enough to refill my glass?"
Cindy looked at me for a reaction. I think I was stone faced. Likely it was mild shock. She blushed but then smirked. Standing, she walked the short paces to the table. Bending, she looked up into Fred's eyes and smiled with her trademark sparkle in her gray-blue eyes. Slowly, she refilled his glass and extended it in offering. I was totally absorbed by the sight of her tantalizing, hard nipple breasts, offered for our neighbor's viewing enjoyment.
Fred's voice startled me. "Lovely tits dear, lovely." We were frozen in that moment. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then sat back. He took the glass and declared, "Fuck I'm hard!"
How does one respond to that? Cindy moved about, drinking, then refilling her glass. I did the same. We just sat for a long while. Finally, Fred asked, "George, are you upset with your wife?"
I paused then answered, "No."
"Me?" he ventured further.
I hesitated but responded, "Strangely no."
"Cindy?"
"No, I suppose I'm not," she replied demurely.
We were quiet again until Fred inquired, "You going to get a picture of your wife in that lovely garb George?"
"Golly, I guess I should huh."
"Damn right, and I want to watch you take it."
Shrugging, I looked at Cindy and she nodded. "I'll get the camera and we can take it now."
Cindy interjected, "Let's go in to take the picture."
Once inside, I got the camera set and snapped a few, some with Cindy bending like before. She seemed more at ease now, readily accepting poses I suggested. Then on her own she turned, flipped her skirt up saucily and held it there, saying with a grin, "This is why I thought we should be inside." She was in a thong.
"Man what an ass," Fred declared.
Cindy blushed prettily as I snapped away. It seemed she was enjoying the camera more.
Fred asked to take a couple and I showed him the zoom and button to push. He had Cindy turn this way and that. Snap snap. "Stand with her George." He snapped away then prompted, "Undo her vest." I paused, saw no reaction from my wife and I did it. Snap. "Stand slightly behind her and hold it open." I did and he took the picture. "Mighty fine."
He moved closer and snapped again. "Remove Cindy's top George." Snap snap. "Your wife has excellent tits George, hold them." My legs trembled slightly as, in front of our neighbor, I moved my hands to cup Cindy's breasts. Snap snap. "How about you take some again George?"
Anticipating what I thought he had in mind, I whispered in her ear, "Is it okay?"
"Hell, I guess," she replied, not sounding sure.
Fred stood in the spot I was before. Their difference in height really stood out. Snap. Putting arms around Cindy, he placed his large hands just below both her breasts and looked down over her shoulder. Snap. Kissing her neck, his hands disappeared and suddenly her skirt fell. She looked down and surprisingly giggled, then kicked it aside. Snap.
The thong didn't cover much but there was no hair. She must have shaved more. I moved closer and knelt. Snap. Fred slid his hands down to her hips. Snap. Turning her around, he knelt and spread a hand at the top of each thigh, just framing the underside cheeks of her sweet butt. Snap.
I trembled and fell back into a chair. Turning my wife back around, he embraced her full body and kissed her thoroughly. How I managed to keep taking pictures I don't know, but I did while sitting.
Oddly to me, it was Fred who brought an end to this boldness with my wife. Declaring, "I gotta stop," he walked back outside.
Cindy and I were silent. As she dressed again, I rose and went to her. I held and kissed my wife tenderly. We went outside to rejoin Fred, and I think we all tried to be comfortable but it didn't happen. Finally, Fred commented, "Cindy you are an incredible and sexy woman." He left and went home.
Cindy said she needed to go lay down for a while and went inside to bed. I sat out there for the longest time. About an hour later she reappeared looking groggy. She had changed into the white halter and a pair of white shorts.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Not sure," she quietly replied. "You?" she added.
"Same."
"George, I feel weird. That was against everything I believe, and yet, yet I liked it. Even the anticipation of doing it had me feeling strangely excited."
"Yeah, it was weird for me too. I didn't know whether to stop it or cheer it on. I guess a third person makes things so unpredictable."
"What did you expect to happen?"
"Other than having you feel good about yourself, your body, I don't know."
"Do you regret it?"
"I don't think so. Shit, I was shaky nervous but throbbing hard the whole time."
"Mr. Wilkins was really big and hard too when he hugged me."
"No doubt. I wonder how he managed not to touch you like he had me do?"
"I don't know. It seemed like that's the way it was headed."
"Would you have been upset?"
"I don't know. Not then, I don't think so, not at that point. Now, I'm not so sure."
"We need time to digest this."
Ch. 3 Pickerel Season
We saw Fred over the next few days but only in a passing, greeting kind of way. Then the morning of starting another set of days off, I decided it was time to be over whatever it was I was feeling. Hell, I think Cindy was doing better than I was. I went out to sit with him.
"We haven't sat together for a bit," he remarked.
"I haven't had any real time off 'til now and, well to be honest, we didn't know how to be any more."
"Why do you need to be anything?"
"Come on Fred, things have changed between us."
"Okay, yes they have. It doesn't mean we can't still be friends. It was a bit of fun, a turn on. Do you regret it?"
"No, nor does Cindy really. It's just the reality is something I'm not sure we were ready for. Unnerved us a bit."
"Yet it was exhilarating. Keep that in mind as you two go along in your marriage."
"Helping Cindy to be less reserved, to feel better about herself, was the whole point. Maybe it was too much, because now there's this big question mark that seems to be in our heads. Did we overdo it? Was it right or wrong? Should we..."
"Hold on George. Have you two been fucking like rabbits lately?"
"Um well, yeah, I guess."
"Then you have your answer. You both think or even talk about it over and over, and it turns you on."
I tried to digest this, then asked, "How do you seem to know all this?"
Chuckling, Fred replied, "Because I've been there George. I was married too." After a few moments he rose and said, "Well I'm going to have some lunch, then I'm off to go fishing," and he started to leave.
"Fishing huh, I like that too. Haven't been for some years though."
"You're welcome to go. Cindy too of course, if she'd like. You have a rod? I have some extras but I haven't looked at them in a long while."
"Yeah I do. Okay, I'll ask and get back to you."
Cindy had never fished but was warm to the idea. "Sounds like fun. I don't know about worms and hooks though, yuck. Where we going?"
"Don't know. After lunch I'll let him know we want to go and find out."
"I'll go over," she replied. "Haven't talked to him all that much since that day. Heck, I've seen Paul more than Mr. Wilkins."
Cindy left and it seemed a long while before she returned. "Want to go away for a few days?" she asked. Stunned I just looked at her. Not only did her question surprise me but her shirt looked different. "Fred is going to his cottage to fish and he's going to stay there for a while. He said we were welcome to come up tomorrow, for the day, or we could go today and stay over. He gave me this map he printed out."
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "What happened over there?"
"We talked," my wife giggled. "He said there's a couple of bedrooms and indoor plumbing though the place could use some cleaning up. He has a boat too," she added, sounding excited at that prospect.
Deciding to wait it out about the shirt, I tried, "I'm caught off guard here. It seems it was just a bit ago we were concerned about how things would be with Fred and the what ifs kind of thing. Spending some time hanging out fishing sounds okay. You want to stay too?"
"I was wondering when he was talking and doing the map. I asked him if he was figuring that might mean he'd get to look again. I'm pretty sure I turned red though. He said he expected nothing though he'd be a liar to try and deny liking what happened before."
"Well we can go for the fishing and to be someplace different," I offered and Cindy nodded. "We can take a bag then decide up there if we want to stay." Another nod. "You gonna tell me what happened to your shirt?" I finally asked.
My cute wife blushed but gave a small grin. "George, like I told you, I thought about things while I was at Mr. Wilkins'. I wasn't thinking about whether we would stay or not. I just figured if we go it would be there, in the air, and would I feel comfortable. I had to decide George.
"We were standing near each other when he gave me the map. Maybe I was trying to make light of things but I mentioned I wasn't as fussy about the buttons on my shirts as before. Well he looked at my chest really good then. I asked if he thought I was being more confident or if I'd gone too far. He said I hadn't gone too far at all. He went on and said with friends there was no need to be shy or modest.
"I thought again about that day and so I asked if undoing more would look okay and he agreed. I gave an, I don't know thing to him, and he asked may I. I nodded but I wasn't really sure about what he meant. Well, he touched my front and undid not one or two, but all of my buttons. We looked at each other and I believe I tried to smile, thinking he was playing cute.
"He must have thought that was a signal or something because then he slid my shirt down and off my shoulders and arms. I stood there like that, then I guess I kinda hugged him, to let him know I wasn't mad, but part of it was to hide my face. I went to put my arms back into my shirt but he stopped me. He unhooked my bra...and took it off. He looked at my boobs a good while, then pulled my shirt back on and tied it at the bottom like you see. He said that was much better."
I sat there in fascinated awe of what my wife had just related. I also came to the realization that I had a healthy erection. "Um, I didn't see you carrying your bra when you came in?"
"Well, I went to pick it up from the table, where he'd put it, but he asked if I would leave it there 'til we got back from fishing."
I sprang up and started to leave the room. "Where are you going?" Cindy asked, sounding more than a tad anxious.
"To pack."
I must have been quick because Cindy was just coming upstairs as I was going down to go out to the garage and look for my fishing stuff. The line was a tangled mess on the reel and the contents of my fishing box looked pathetic but I threw it all in the trunk of the car. Going back in to get our bags I found Cindy wasn't ready so I went to take a good look at the map. It showed a route to Otter Lake, then a couple of small roads beyond a tiny place called Broken Pine. I figured under two hours easy.
Cindy came down lugging an overstuffed suitcase. Women, I thought to myself. She was still wearing that shirt that Fred had rearranged but had put on the shorts she'd doctored for her pretend outfit. Looking up, it dawned on me I hadn't seen Fred's car when I went out to the garage before, oh well. We loaded up and were off.
Other than the radio there was silence for a long while. I know my mind was spinning however. Taking the chance I started, "You wearing that outfit for Mr. Wilkins?"
"Yeah, I figured why not. He did the shirt and I thought he might like it that I'd still have it on when he sees me later." She shrugged like it was no longer a big deal. "He's already seen my boobs today. The shorts sorta go with it, don't you think?"
"By all means. You do have a creative thing for outfits."
"Paul seemed to like it."
"Huh?"
"While you were in the garage messing about, he came to the back door. He had that big smile of his but he seemed sad when I said we were going away and had to run."
I slowly shook my head and she continued with a small giggle, "I was wearing them with the white halter one day when Paul stopped by with his dog."
Smiling I remarked, "He must have liked that too."
"Yeah I think so." she agreed with amusement in her voice. "We talk a lot now. You know that dog isn't his. He's just looking after it for a while."
"Talking a lot eh? Cindy's got a boyfriend," I tried to sing.
"Ha ha," she replied and stuck her tongue out at me. "He's got himself a job at the mall, in that new electronics place. Oh, I gave him a beer one time when we were inside sitting, hope that's okay."
I nodded and my wife continued, "I wore other shorts and the pink halter another time he came by."
"Wow, does he stare much?"
"He did or does, but I talked to him. He was gaping at first and I told him it embarrassed me. So I offered the, look but don't stare thing. Anyway, we talked so long I offered him lunch."
Cindy was smiling, almost smirking, and sounded so cute, like she was trying to get to me. I tried to counter with, "Long conversations, having drinks, making him a meal, wearing nice outfits. Going steady?"
Cindy whacked my shoulder good. "Knothead, I'm just trying to explain I'm more comfortable wearing the kind of stuff you thought was better for me... He does seem to have a quite a crush on me now... And, I uh, have a confession. When he got sad today, I couldn't help it, I hugged him, then I gave him a little kiss."
I paused then shook my head slowly. "First kiss?" I asked, though I sensed it was.
"Hm-hm, First hug too," Cindy replied, blushing slightly.
"You're friends," I simply stated. Changing the subject back, I inquired, "Cindy, when Fred was doing your shirt, did he touch you this time?"
"No. It's a bit odd really. I thought he would. I mean you weren't there and he was taking off my clothes, well my shirt and bra. My bra closed in the front and he had his hands right there but..."
"Hmm, so it's not 'cus I'm there or not. Gee he's bold enough in other ways."
"Yeah, maybe it's because I'm married, you know."
"Somehow I don't think that bothers him at all. You want him to touch you? Would you like that?"
"George!" she gasped, followed by a long pause. "I should be upset that you asked me that, but I guess I understand. I've kinda wondered how I'd feel at times too."
"Is that maybe part of why you let him, do that today?" I ventured further.
"I wouldn't have thought so, but maybe. I just figured that given the other time, it wasn't so bad. It was naughty I know, but it was fun, and hey, we did talk about it sorta."
"So, we're going to all be close for the next day or two. Would you like it to happen? Do you want him to touch you?"
Looking at me confused and with a questioning eye, Cindy hesitatingly replied, "I don't know... I guess if he doe