I can finish Wayne's visit now.
I left off we were outside. When we returned, Wayne stopped off to visit the restroom again. I sat down my wife was in the same position. Robe completely open both tits exposed. The left side of the robe was laying on the sofa exposing her hip. Her entire left side was exposed from shoulder to toe. The right side continued covering her pussy completely. I wanted to say something to verify my suspicion that she was awake but I didn't. I guess I was enjoying not knowing for sure. I just sat there enjoying the sight.
Wayne took forever. I made a trip to the kitchen and returned. As I entered the den I turned on the overhead lights above the sofa. This lit her up like a spotlight. I sit. Her position had changed some. Her left leg was more over, partially under the back cushions. Her right leg was bent more and pulled up and out. I even got up to look. The silk robe was still gathered between her legs but opening her legs wider had a hint of skin exposed but just barely. Wayne returns. He said he had not pissed so hard for so long since his 50's. I said it's the scotch. He agreed saying her hadn't drank this much since after the funerals.
He is standing over my wife sipping his scotch just looking. After a full minute of him taking in her tits and partially exposed body, he looked at me. He said, can you remove the rest, pointing at her pussy. I acted like I forgot that I said I would. I stood at her hip with Wayne directly beside me. I reached down and gently pulled. The silk just slithered off. My wife is now fully naked and exposed. I'm also taken aback by how much she had opened her legs. Granted she almost always has a gap between her thighs but this position has her stretched and completely exposed. Wayne and I are now both taking in how much she has exposed and silently covering every detail.
I finally speak. I said damn Wayne, I guess there's no secrets left. He said this is just fantastic. She is so smooth and beautiful. I said, well I guess I can guarantee you can get as much detail now as your memory can handle. He bends forward. His face is hovering maybe a foot above her pussy. He paused then said, you are absolutely right. I turn and sit. Wayne continues standing over her. I was looking at her while he would talk and con not recall exacts but he was mumbling something talking to himself I guess. I attributed this to the scotch. I swear he stood at her hip for a solid five minutes. In between many positive comments he would bend down and have is face what looked to be inches away from being buried between her legs. She had to feel him breathing.
I sat there quietly watching. I assume he finally got all the up close and personal inspection he needed. He turned to me and said, you my boy are a lucky sob. I smiled and agreed. He asked if he could sit on the sofa at her feet. I said sure. I sarcastically asked if he was done and wanted me to cover her again. He must have took me serious. He responded almost begging, please no.
He sat at her feet and turned angling towards me. He is looking straight up her body. An unobstructed view of her pussy, every millimeter and of her tit. We sit talking casually for another hour. Periodically he would make a comment about what he was seeing and thinking. Lots of small talk. Most of the time he was talking to her pussy instead of me. I dont blame him. My wife would make small movements adjusting legs, shoulders, etc.. we would stop talking. When she would stop, Wayne would say something like oh good I thought that she was waking up. After several of these, I said, you still haven't got enough. He smiled and said, this old man can sit here all night looking at this beautiful sight.
Once I have a cigarette while drinking, I want one about every twenty minutes. So about every twenty minutes I would excuse myself to have a cigarette and relieve myself outside. After about five cigarettes my wife started moving groggily. So had to be about an hour and a half of Wayne thoroughly inspecting her naked body she started moving around groggily. She would mumble and flail to get into positions. Funny, but at one point she had her left leg bent up resting against the back of the sofa and her right leg swung off the sofa and foot on the floor. Wayne is sitting there bug eyed looking at her pussy practically doing the splits. I smiled and asked, is that a better view? To my surprise, Wayne leaned over on his right hand towards her pussy, a little over a foot away, paused inspecting her pussy. He leand back and said, any and every view is perfect.
She did the flailing and moving wakeup process for several minutes pausing in between positions. At one point she was in the fetal position knees to chest on her side giving Wayne a view of her pussy and anus. Eventually, she ended in a somewhat sitting position, legs open straight out laying back into the cushions. She had her head straight back eyes closed. I asked her if she needed help. She did a incoherent mumbling response. I laughed and said I need English. She rolled her head toward me. Way could not see her face. She opened both eyes. Her eyes were bright, she smiled and winked at me. Now I knew. I asked again. She slurred a yes. In the process of her flailing the silk robe was was off but holding on around both her elbows. She did her noodle arm flailing till she was completely naked still in the sitting/laying position.
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