[Saddledrifter]

My wife, a friend of mine and I went on a bike trip. The first day out we rode about 400 miles from SoCal to the Arizona desert. It was hot, and we bought a case and a half of beer to re-hydrate once we got camped. As soon as we got the tents set up, we dove into the beer iced in our saddlebags. We were laid out polishing about 6 or 7 beers each, when my buddy, Ed, said to my wife, "You know that thin T-shirt you are wearing has a little hole right on the tit, and you are starting to pop out of that hole." In truth, the material was so thin that one could easily see her un-braed tits through the material. My wife looked down to check out what he was claiming to see. Ed then followed up by saying, "See what I mean. And it is driving me crazy!" My wife didn't seem to be embarrassed by Ed's observation. Instead, she said, "Is it too much for you?" He shook his head that it wasn't. She then said, "If this gets to you, you won't be able to handle the top I brought along for the biker rally." Ed said, "Does that have holes on both tits?" My wife grinned and replied, "You just can't imagine." I could see a bulge growing in Ed's pants as he was imagining what it might look like. About that time, my wife got up and crawled into the tent. I heard her unzip her case and start to change her clothes. In a few seconds she emerged from the tent wearing her yellow chain knit tank top. When Ed saw it, he just about lost his upper's. He exclaimed, "Wow, that is something else!!!" I could see him start to breathe more heavily as he surveyed the merchandise. My wife retrieved her beer and sat back down to spend the remainder of the evening in that net top. Ed kept his eyes clued onto her boobs. She seemingly ignored his stare and continued on like nothing was out of the ordinary. Finally, Ed, who now had an obvious bulge in his pants (which my wife had also noticed) said, "You are giving me a bad case of stone aches!" My wife looked at him and said. "So what do you want me to do about it?" I think Ed was thinking a screw or, at least, a blow job." However, back then my wife was not doing other guys. So she replied, "I can go take the top off and put my other top back on, or I can loan you a bar of soap and point you to the Men's Shower." I don't think Ed liked her response, but he selected the option to have the stone aches and continue looking at her in the yellow net tank top. So I guess he must have taken the stonies to bed by the time we drunkenly finished our 36th beer for the evening. However, my drunk wife by that time, let Ed have a good-nite tit kiss on each boob. Ed seemed somewhat content with that. You can see the pic of she and Ed below.