A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 04

"Then they'll know what a MILF you are," Natalie replied with a giggle.

"MILF?"

"Mother I'd Like to Fantasize about," Natalie lied. "See you at 9. Don't forget to trim!"

The two said their goodbyes, and Gwen climbed into her sweltering SUV. She sat for a moment, lost in thought while she waited for the air conditioning to take effect. You're almost naked, the Lady said reproachfully. You should get home and dress properly. What if you're in an accident and the hospital finds you with no bra and that strip of fabric passing for panties?

If you're in the emergency room, they'll be looking for blood, not bras and bush, the Slut guffawed. And since you don't have a bra on akyways, why don't you undo a couple buttons on your blouse and let the a/c cool you off that much faster?

Gwen heard the Lady say something undecipherable about the police, but decided not to ask for clarification. Looking about the vehicle and checking all the mirrors, her hands went to the collar of her shirt and began working, fingers stopping only when they had reached the button between her breasts. By moving just so, Gwen could look down and clearly see the tops of her mounds and the valley between them, only the nipples hidden from view by the fabric still pressed against them. Again she checked her surroundings for any passes-by before putting the SUV in gear and heading for home.

The ride home was exhilarating, occasionally peeking down at her partially opened shirt as if to confirm she really was doing this, and briefly considering opening up yet another button before calmer thoughts prevailed. Gwen managed to reach the safety of her home without incident, almost reluctantly changing into more appropriate attire before joining Tim outside for various chores. While her husband quizzed her about her day with Natalie, she was noncommittal, just replying with the briefest of details about the shopping and their lunch together. She did allow that they had made a date for the beach on Monday, and while Tim was very curious to know more, he refrained from pressuring her. Following a relaxed dinner on the deck, she saddled up Dart and took a quick ride up the trail in the back of the house before returning near dusk.

Gwen could make out Tim sitting on the deck in the gathering darkness as she descended the small hill to the barn. He joined her shortly thereafter, putting away her saddle and reins while she groomed her mount. Satisfied, the horse was turned out in the paddock and the two made their way to the house.

Tim poured her a glass of wine while she went to change, her absence nearly twenty minutes later making him get up from his easy chair to investigate. "Gwen, everything alright?" he called through the closed bathroom door. She made have loosened up in bed a little, he told himself, but her modesty was still evident.

"Be out in just a moment," she replied. Smiling and shaking his head, her husband made his way back to his chair. Gwen reappeared five minutes later, wrapped in the robe she always wore around the pool, a slight sheen of perspiration evident on her face. "Being on top of an animal makes you hot," she announced. "Want to go for a swim with me?"

Tim was back in a minute after exchanging one pair of shorts for another. Together they climbed the short path up to the pool deck, towels and drinks in hand. As was usually the case, he was the first in, his clean dive knifing into the water towards the deep end while his wife set down her drink and carefully laid out her towel and robe for quick retrieval later. Tim surfaced and slowly paddled to the far end before turning back to find her.

What he saw nearly took his breath away. Gwen was standing at the pool steps, delicately picking her way down them in the soft glow of the deck lights. What startled her husband though, was her bathing suit, or rather, lack of it. In place of the black-skirted bathing costume she had always worn was a brightly colored floral print about her chest and hips and nowhere else. For the first time outside of their bedroom, he could plainly see the smooth, creamy skin of her toned abdomen. "Wow, Gwen," was all he could offer.

She stopped where she was, water up to her knees. The urge to retreat and cover herself fighting the urge to dive forward and submerge, the second plan ignoring the fact she would have to come up for air sometime. Instead, she just froze. "You don't like it?" she squeaked.

"No, no, I love it," he rushed to assure her. "It's beautiful—you're beautiful!"

"Thank you," she blushed. "Natalie picked it out—I told her it wasn't proper for a wife and mother, but she made me..."

"I'm glad she did! Remind me to thank her!"

Gwen slowly warmed to the idea that Tim was genuinely enthused and excited, turning around at his request as he swam towards her. "It's beautiful, honey," he repeated. "Can you, uhh, get it wet?"

"Of course, silly," she laughed, but then began to wonder. Could she? She had seen those oufits that clung inappropriately and became nearly transparent once wet. Only one way to find out...

Gwen crouched and gently pushed off gliding across the water's surface until she was in water deep enough to tread in. The pair swam and laughed, Tim occasionally taking her by uncovered waist and hugging her before releasing her again. Gwen noted with relief that the suit was not see through, although the bottoms did mold to her sex a bit more than she would have liked. The coolness of the water and Gwen's growing desire finally drove her from the pool to her robe. Together, they made their way back down the hill to the house.

"I don't know about you," she said as they put their empty drinks on the kitchen counter, "but I'm ready for bed." Gwen turned to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry I woke you up so early," she said as she nestled into his chest. "You must be ready for bed, too."

Tim worked to process the signals he was receiving. Was Gwen actually suggesting more than just bed? Was it possible to do it more than once in a day? Neither of these situations had really ever come up before; still, he was not going to take a chance on missing out.

"No need to apologize if you ever want to wake me up like that," he said as he kissed her forehead. "Go on ahead. I'll close up the house."

Tim started locking doors and windows while doing one more check outside for any lights that might have been left on in the barn or workshop. Satisfied, he retreated to their bedroom, noting the splash of light coming from under the closed door. Gwen was inside, lying on the bedcovers clad in the t-shirt from last night, legs crossed at the ankles while her hands lay folded just below her breasts. Smiling, he made his way to the bathroom to get out of his wet shorts and hang them.

Task completed, he came back into the room and made his way to the dresser drawer for a pair of boxers. Gwen watched his package, shrunken and tight against his groin from the cold of the water, bob as he moved. She had never ceased to marvel at her husband's comfort with his naked body. He never seemed to flaunt it, but certainly had no problem displaying himself in front of her. For the longest time she had averted her eyes to give him privacy, but now, she found herself enjoying the view more and more.

"Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"If you don't want to wear shorts to bed, I don't mind." He smiled, his cock already beginning to shake off the effects of its immersion.

"Well, if you don't mind..." Tim laid himself on the bed and rolled to face his wife. He began to nuzzle her neck while a hand went to her hip. "Loved your bikini," he breathed in her ear.

She turned her head to face him. "You don't think it was too revealing?"

"I like revealing," he murmured with a grin as his hand began to push up her t-shirt. No panties, he thought triumphantly.

"Timothy Allen Nelson! Are you suggesting that it wouldn't bother you in the slightest if I paraded around in my birthday suit?"

"Not in the slightest," he said and kissed her. "As a matter of fact, why don't you start the parade now?" Tim pushed her-shirt up suggestively.

Gwen sighed theatrically, smiled, and broke their contact long enough to sit up and pull the shirt over her head before dropping it to the floor. "Better?" she asked as she again lay down.

Tim did his best to hide his surprise at the ease with which she had complied with this suggestion. "Perfect."

Her hand quickly went to his nearly-erect member, caressing and teasing the length and the drawn-up sack below it. Tim wasted no time in finding her breast, glad not be hindered by the nightgown that normally covered it, before moving to her crotch. His fingers gliding over her skin told him something had changed. Breaking their kiss, he looked down to find her thatch trimmed back considerably, her covering sleek where it had been thick and curly. "Haircut?" he asked as his lips returned to hers while his fingers found their way to her sex.

"I trimmed for the bikini," she explained. "Is it alright?"

"I think it's great," he answered truthfully, "I just can't ever remember it that short."

They continued their explorations for quite a while longer, each taking their time with the other. His wife's dancing fingers finally took their toll on Tim, and he gently began to roll on top of her intent on spreading her legs and taking her. Her body resisted, however.

"Tim? Can I, uhh, ask a favor?"

He stopped short in surprise. "Sure?"

"Can I use my hand to, umm, make you finish? I've never watched you...you know...before."

Tim hesitated, trying to make sure he understood what she was asking. Gwen took his delay as reluctance. "But if you'd rather not, I understand," she said rolling on to her back to accept him in the more traditional method.

"No, this'll be fine," he quickly assured her as he lay back. "Just haven't done it this way in a long time, you know?"

"Is it not as good as the other way?"

"I like it both ways. Variety is good, right?"

Gwen didn't answer, instead rolling on to her shoulder and peering down at the cudgel she was even now grasping. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, OK?"

She began to stroke, tiny fingers barely wrapping around the circumference, fist sliding back and forth. She was fascinated with how the head turned an angry red while the hole seemed to mouth an O of protest as Tim's hips drove it through her clenched fist.

The combination of her strokes, his thrusts, and the novelty of it all soon had the desired effect. With a hissing breath, Tim lunged forward while his hand captured his wife's, locking it in place just beneath the sensitive crown. Gwen felt the first pulse travel up his length before erupting, the speed and suddenness of its appearance making her head recoil a bit in fear of being in its path. She watched in amazement as the first milky white bolt landed high up his chest, feeling each subsequent blast travel up his shaft before jetting out and landing just short of the previous. Finally, the streams were reduced to pulses that ran down her fingers before her husband sighed contentedly and released her hand.

"I never knew it was that powerful," Gwen said as she almost reluctantly let go of his staff.

"You should see it after I've gone a few days without," he chuckled. "I've hit myself in the face before."

"Really? Didn't that gross you out?"

"Not really. You just want to make sure you don't get any in the eyes. That can sting."

"Stay right there. I'll be right back," she commanded, and Tim was happy to watch as she hurried to the bathroom, tight cheeks swaying as she went, noting just how much hair she had removed as she returned with a warm washcloth. Carefully she cleaned him, gently wiping his softening cock and balls after she had cleaned his chest. Again she hurried to the bathroom, returning empty-handed to lie next to him.

"Did I do it right?" she asked as she nestled in next to him.

"That was incredible! Feel free to do that any time."

"As long as you like it...can I ask one more favor?"

"How could I say no after that? Anything you want."

"Could you, you know, help me finish now?"

"Of course." He gently pushed her on to her back and bent to kiss her while his hand pushed her thighs apart and found her sex. His thick, callused middle finger ran up and down her slit once, twice, three times before burying itself inside her while his palm pressed against her clit. Tim began to stroke, the motion rubbing against her sensitive nub, while his head dipped and began to tongue her nipple. Her left hand found his bicep, instinctively squeezing this symbol of male strength as her long-awaited orgasm approached. Tim's touch was just right; all too soon her thighs clenched his hand while her hips wildly thrashed against him. The orgasm was long and powerful, her husband's long ropey strings of come flashing in her mind to the waves of her climax. Eventually her body went limp, and with a sigh, her legs released his hand.

They lay there together for quite some time, both near sleep, but neither wanting to go there yet. Gwen wanted to get up, to clean herself, but she knew there was nothing to clean. Instead, she clung to the man she loved more than anything else in the world.

"Gwen?"

"Hmm?"

"If you don't want to wear a nightie to bed, I don't mind."

She giggled, buried her face deeper into his chest, and was soon asleep.