I Have Seen A Man Fondle My Wife's BreastsIt was an extended weekend breakaway.
We escaped the city and drove out into the country to a friend’s farm in the mountains. Quiet surroundings, clean air and beautiful scenery were just what we needed to re-connect with one another. The kids were old enough to leave home alone, to feed the dogs and cats and to give us some quality time together.
After we had dropped off our things at the cabin, Nick our host came by and told us that an evening was planned at a local restaurant where we could wine and dine to hearts content, as he had arranged a designated driver who would deliver us safely to our accommodation afterwards.
Over good food and drink we caught up on news, recalled old times and, as always, Nick flirted with Jean. As the sole ob
Safely back at the farm, we parted company with our friend and entered the cabin. Jean was amorous and in need of sexual relief. She st rip ped off her clothing and draped her nude form over the sofa. I reached out to her and parted her legs, seeking out her most sensitive parts with my tongue. After a series of small sighing org as ms, we made love on the rug in front of the fireplace. I poured Jean a final nightcap as she pulled her satin nightgown over her head. We climbed into the small antique double bed. Cuddling and stroking one another, we fell asleep.
It was a beautiful sunshine day over the valley. We sat on the porch of the cabin, enjoying strong freshly-brewed coffee in the warm morning sunlight. Jean wore her knee-length satin nightgown. She was still a little sleepy-eyed after our night of lovemaking. Her breasts filled out the soft cloth superbly and when her legs parted now and again as she moved around on the chair she was sitting on, I could see the neatly trimmed landing st rip between her thighs. Still wearing last night’s makeup, she was a perfect picture of a sexually sated woman savoring the morning afterglow.
“I love you like that!” I said. “Hmm…?” she asked with a dreamy smile.
“I love seeing your breasts without a bra. Your nipples are a picture of desirable womanhood!”
“Darling, I’m past that now - I’m too old and too droopy to go bra-less anymore!”
I was about to try to persuade her otherwise when a voice came from inside the cottage.
“Need anything from the stores?”
It was our host, Nick. Jean’ legs closed instinctively.
“Thanks, Nick, but we’re sorted for food and liquid refreshment. Coffee?”
“That would be great! I haven’t got any in the main house.” he said.
I went inside to pour Nick his cup. I observed the two through the porch door as they engaged in small talk. Jean was sitting with her knees together and her arms crossed below her breasts, her hand and her now empty coffee cup strategically placed over her ever-erect eraser nipples.
She seemed unconcerned at him seeing her in a nightgown. We had known each other for many years since College. She had been topless in front of him around the pool a number of times before. We had often skinny dipped with Nick and his ex wife before she had left the ‘wild country’ and returned to ‘civilized’ Europe.
I also knew that if anyone could get my wife Jean into bed it would be Nick. Jean had a bit of a crush on him over the years. I decided to use that to tease her.
I went out and handed Nick his mug. As he drank the dark aromatic coffee, it he told us what he had planned for the day with chores on the farm and in town.
“What are you guys planning?” he asked.
“We’ll just laze around here a little and perhaps go into town for a bit of window shopping…” Jean said.
“I hope to catch some sun around the pool – if I can persuade Jean her to wear the new swimsuit I bought her for this weekend.” I said.
“Don’t you mean half a suit? He forgot to buy the top half!” she said, getting up to refill her cup.
I seized the moment. I stood behind her and held her to me, her arms at her side.
“Nick, tell me your honest opinion. Do you think Jean is past going bra-less and topless?”
“Darling... don’t embarrass me like that!” she said urgently but softly.
Nick looked at me and I nodded my head.
“I can’t tell from here – I need a closer look!” he said, grinning.
He approached my trapped deer wife and placed his cup of coffee on the table. As she stood immobile, he reached out and slowly slipped the spaghetti straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and down to her elbows. She gasped as he bared both beautiful breasts in the bright rays of morning sunshine. She raised her hands half heartedly to cover up, but I drew her against me and she couldn’t reach up high enough.
Nick looked long at her bare breasts and then into her eyes. He reached out and cupped a breast in each hand.
“Just the right size… Your nipples are perfect, Jean.”
His thumbs teased her ever-erect erasers and I heard her sigh.
“You should never deny your husband the sight of these beautiful breasts. Any straight male - such as me - would be only too pleased to look at them at anytime.”
His hands lingered just a little longer, savoring her.
Then he released her breasts, turned and walked towards his truck. I let Jean go. Silently, she just stood there, not even trying to cover herself as the morning sun shone on her exquisite orbs . When Nick got to the truck, he looked over at us again and waved.
“Have fun guys! See you later…” Nick said as he drove off.
I kissed my wife in the nape of her neck. My hand reached down her side and under the hem of her satin nightgown. I took my bearings from her landing st rip and found her totally wet. I touched her clitoris and she shuddered. With the truck still disappearing into the tree-lined road, I caressed her slit and in seconds her knees buckled as she org asm ed strongly.
When she breathed again she turned to me and asked dreamily:
“Take me inside and fu ck me... HARD!”
I did what she asked.