[somepervert]

I'll pick up where I left off since you guys sound like you want to hear more. This is all 100% true, not even any exaggeration.

I idled my big bass boat out of the cove where my wife was caught up on the deck sunbathing with her round ass up in the air and her big, heavy tits hanging down. Three old guys were hidden from view until we were right on top of them and I honestly don't know who was shocked more when we came into sight of each other. The big two-stroke putted along until we were clear of the "No Wake" buoys at the head of the cove, then I stepped on the throttle and we roared out of there. Yeah, that's right, I stepped on the throttle... not a regular boat. I have a 22' tournament rigged bass boat that's built on a race hull with a Mariner Performance Shop 300hp offshore racing outboard hung off the jackplate. I love that boat; there is nothing around like it and nothing around here can beat it. That became an issue later on...

So anyway... we headed out into the middle of the lake to a spot I often fished where a couple of bars that used to be islands were. The stripers often fed on shad here and it was a lot of fun when the shad were stacked up on one side of the bar or the other. I went through the motions of raising the outboard up and dropping the trolling motor again while I acted like I was getting ready to fish more. In reality, I was waiting for my wife to throw a fit and yell at me for awhile. I was actually hoping she would throw that fit so we could clear the air, but instead she just sat quietly, very deep in thought as she peered straight ahead out across the lake. I knew she was upset and embarrassed. I was fucked...

This was something that was totally new to her. She was not the kind of party girl who flashed her tits for beads. Aside from her doctor, I was the only person to see her topless since we had our first date and only a couple of guys before me had the pleasure of gazing upon her big, gorgeous nipples and wonderfully sized areola. In the last ten minutes, that number had doubled in size, not to mention the fact that she had her ass up in the air, knees apart, and her sweet pussy right there for three strangers to drool over. She was not fucking pleased at all about that...

It was funny, because she wasn't some goodie-goodie who never did anything. While we were in school, she had jobs working as a barmaid in local hangouts that had reputations for getting pretty wild. She was easily hired at the first place. She showed up to her interview in a tight, leather mini skirt and the owner was completely floored by her beautiful tanned legs and her 5" fuck-me heels. For the following year's interview at a different establishment, she wore a tight fitting t-shirt that really showed off her huge natural tits and her favorite low rise jeans that were so tight that she couldn't put a quarter in her back pocket if she had wanted to. That guy never had a chance... She lived off campus and she needed the extra work to pay rent, so she outdid herself with her interview outfits, makeup, and hair. She was instantly hired for both jobs, but to the dismay of the owners and the patrons and each place, she would always show up to work in jeans and loose fitting button down the front denim or flannel shirts. Even in the summer time when other barmaids were wearing halter tops, my wife would wear heavy material concert t-shirts that were two sizes too big. They would insist that she show some skin, but it was just her way and no suggestions from either owner could change her style. She ended up compromising with them a little by unbuttoning a few buttons to make them happy, but it was still a PG show and I am sure they were not particularly thrilled.

The only time I ever actually saw her do anything that drew attention to herself, and I'm not even sure it was on purpose, was when we were in grad school and she was a teaching assistant. She taught some of the basic 100 level science labs. She always liked wearing mini skirts and that didn't change at all when she started teaching. Usually it was the basic denim version along with a cute shirt or blouse and heels of course, but sometimes she would dress up more and the skirts would get quite a bit shorter. I guess it was because she went to Catholic school so it was no big deal to her, but to all the public school dudes like me, it was a HUGE deal. I still remember vividly how her sexy ass would sway and how her heels would click away as she walked around the classroom checking progress and giving help where needed. When she stood in the front of the room at the board to go over diagrams, sometimes she would have to stretch up onto her tiptoes to point out one thing or another. When she did that, you could actually hear guys groan. Other times she would nonchalantly sit on the desk facing the class. She would absentmindedly flex her calves or she would impatiently tap her heels together which, unknown to her, caused her knees to come apart a fair bit. She cluelessly did this while she waited for the work to get completed so she could leave. You could tell she was having an affect on the room. Each week the boys would hustle to get seats up front and the girls would gather in twos and threes in the back of the room and make disgusted, snarky faces when they looked her way. I could see why they were mad. This was the "easy" science elective and it drew all the frat boys and jocks. These girls, who would've been hot ass standouts in any other class, were getting zero attention from the boys here and they just couldn't stand it. The last straw for the girls was when she wore a plaid skirt and thigh high white stockings that stopped 3 inches below the hem of the skirt. With her usual heels on and her long hair casually thrown back, she was a walking wet dream. I saw her come in that day and the way she looked made me instantly hard right there in the hall. I walked into my class across the way with a bulge in my jeans that was extremely difficult to hide. After that episode, the girls were completely frustrated and they took their complaints to the professor of the class. The professor, being a 60-something year old male, did absolutely nothing about their concerns, although he did come in and audit her class a few times after their meeting. LOL. There were several stories going around among the guys about her bending over and showing her panties, leaning over a desk and giving a nice downblouse shot to the guys across from her, or the front of her blouse buckling open and giving the entire class a great side view of her gauzy VS bras. I even heard a couple times about how she wore short skirts but left her panties at home and opted for a sexy thong instead. Another account stated that she wore thin bras and slightly see thru white tops so when the sun through the window hit just right, you could make out her areola. They were supposedly easy to find since her hard, long nipples were straining against the material in the cool fall air. I never was able to be around for any of that, and I had my doubts that all the stories were true, but then again....who knows?

Everyone knew she was with me and I developed quite a following during the semester. Undergrads, grad students, professors and staff, (all male of course) were constantly chatting me up with casual questions about her thrown into the conversation right out of the blue. It was fun and I played along by dropping a few facts here and there and maybe a few fibs along the way just to keep things interesting. The semester finally ended, she took on a smaller 200 level class for the spring, and the free peep shows were over. I was bummed. I was still the hero of the building, but I was indeed bummed.

I was lost in those old memories when suddenly she spoke up. She was still gazing off at the horizon contemplating something when she said, "They saw EVERYTHING, things that only you are supposed to see. Did you see those guys ahead of time and not tell me??"