Well obviously the weather did not cooperate with the last planned exposure. Dewayne and I canceled for reason of ice and road conditions.
Now my wife and I were up early cleaning and rearranging our garage Saturday morning this week. Once completed she suggested drinks by the outside fireplace. After getting the fire roaring, it was after 11 a.m. We are outside to a few morning mimosas. Some time around noon Dewayne calls. He suggested we go out for sports, food and drinks later. I told him I would check with the wife and text him. I had completely forgot of our arranged event the prior week.
I told my wife of his offer, still not thinking about the previous weeks arrangement. She said, you should go but I will need a few more drinks if I'm going to have my tits out when you return. It hit me like a lightning bolt. I tried to not show my excitement but not very well. After talking, she suggested I calm down and text my friend. Arrangements made. We continued drinking and I text Dewayne to come pick me up because of the drinking.
We sat by the fire talking and laughing about different scenarios but she never told me whether a nipple peeking out, a full tit exposed or if she would have the tank top tshirt on exposing both. Dewayne arrived around 4 p.m. I brought him out back to say hello to the wife. He complimented my fire and we had some small talk before leaving. All my wife said was you boys have fun, I will keep this fire hot as she raised her glass.
On the way to the sports bar, Dewayne said looks like my wife was enjoying her drinks and we should have invited. I told him she was and I did invite but she declined because of her current drinking status. We both agreed.
We had a great time at the sports bar drinking, talking and watching people and sports. While there, my wife is texting/teasing me about possibilities later. I could tell she continued drinking because spell check couldn't correct some of her words. I text her that we should be home around 8 p.m. she responded that she got cold and has a fire going inside watching t.v. and to text when leaving. Thirty minutes later we decided to head to my house for giant screen and free drinks to watch the remainder of the boring game I text her from the restroom we were leaving. She sent me a thumbs up emoji.
We stopped at a liquor store to get Dewayne a bottle of scotch because I had none. Between the previous drinking and drinking at the bar I had no intention to continue.
We enter the house and my hearts racing. We go to the kitchen to make drinks. We could hear her t.v. going on a movie. We discuss going to another room with a smaller t.v. but I said she's probably asleep and we can change to the boring game. I make an extremely weak drink. Dewayne pours a half glass of scotch. I say, damn you gonna miss the game after that drink. He laughed saying I need this to get through it. My heart is racing as we enter the den. I look and she is on the sofa laying on her back, head on a pillow covered with a light throw blanket.
I assumed she fell asleep. I said her name and if she minded us changing channels. No response. I put on the game and add wood to the fire. Dewayne and I are casually talking and discussing the game. I finish my weak drink and ask if he wanted a refill. Just ice. My wife really hasn't moved. I go in the kitchen and refill my glass with no alcohol and get a glass of ice for Dewayne.
Dewayne is sitting in an oversized chair at her foot end of the sofa and I'm in a matching chair opposite at her head end of the sofa. I walk past him to get to the kitchen. I enter and hand him the ice. He is smiling and looks at me. I turn to walk to my chair and see why he's smiling. My wife had moved the blanket below her chest. She had on the tank top t-shirt. Her left tit was completely exposed. Her right nipple was exposed with the top just crossing the edge of her areola. I acted surprised and said, good god. I covered her exposure. She grumbled something about it being hot. I told her Dewayne is here and her top has her a little over exposed. No response.
I am sitting there with butterflies in my stomach with excitement of what happened. I look at Dewayne and apologized for my wife. He is still smiling. He said, are you kidding no apology needed, that was better than the game we are watching. At the next commercial, Dewayne said, damn after seeing her nipples, I guess I drank too fast. He got up and headed to the kitchen. My wife turned her head and looked at me smiling. She lowered the throw exposing her chest. She pulled the two sides to the middle. Both tits were completely exposed. She winked and pulled the throw back over her tits and layer her head back in the pillow.
Dewayne returned. His glass this time had more ice than scotch. I said good choice on slowing down. He said maybe a few more logs on the fire. He place several. It was already hot in the room. He sat down and I said it's too hot in here now. He smiled and said it sure is. Maybe fifteen minutes later I see my wife moving out of the corner of my eye. I see Dewayne staring at her. I glance over and she had the throw below her tits again but this time both tits are exposed. I literally count to 120 while watching the game. I then say something about the game as I look at Dewayne. He is staring at my wife. I look over and see both tits and her nipples are as hard as I've ever seen them. I again fake embarrassment getting up and again cover her exposure.
She mumbled that it's too hot. I again told her that her top is askew exposing her tits. She mumbled so what. I said, Dewayne and I are watching the game. A little pause and she mumbled, fun.
No movement or response. Dewayne was all smiles. He said, she doesn't know I'm here. I said I don't think so. I said maybe I should take her to the bedroom. Dewayne said, don't do that, this is better than the game. I said, it may be but she has no idea. He said, and she never will. So I decided if she did it again I wouldn't cover her.
A long time later, she moved again and did the same as before. We spent the last 30 to 45 minutes watching the game and my wife's tits. Eventually Dewayne had to leave. He stood over her as he slowly passed by to the front door looking at her tits and nipples. I walked him to his vehicle. He thanked me for everything. I asked him to not tell others that it would embarrass her. He agreed.
I got back inside and never made it out of the den. We spent the night on the floor in front of the fire for several sex secession. Next day, she was just as excited about what she had done. No embarrassment at all. She did not seem to care if he talked or not.
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