I want to confess to what I did to my unsuspecting wife. This happened 40 years ago and lasted for 9 years. Back in the early 70's, most young women didn't wear bra's, neither did my wife, except to work. It was a constant party of drinking and cheap pot,downers and uppers ect. All of these combined to help my fetish flourish.
I was a very jealous guy, it would really piss me off if dudes looked at my wife till a year after we were married.
It was a hot summer weekend and we had started partying early. My wife, Sharon, was wearing cutoff jeans and an orange tube top ( I remember this because it became one of my favorite tops ). Sharon was sporting a nice tan and showing some cleavage which was fine by me. We decided to sit outside our apartment, I told Sharon to get the drinks and I'd get folding chairs from the closet. After setting up the chairs, I noticed that her tube top had slipped down a little exposing more cleavage and some white untanned area of her breasts which really looked sexy. Let me say this, Sharon was "not" 44DDD, she was 5'3, 115 lbs. with 36C breasts, you could actually see daylight between her thighs.
After about half an hour, 2 of our male friends dropped by for a visit. I got 2 more folding chairs and set them up so they were facing us. I had gone inside for more drinks and on my return, noticed Sharon through the window reaching for her cigarettes on the ground by the side of her chair. As she stretched to reach them, her tub top slipped way down on her right side, so far that I could make out the top of her areola. I had stopped in my tracks and watched as she lit her cigarette and continued talking, totally unaware. I was so turned on by the sight of 2 guys seeing my wife's tit almost falling out that I said nothing and acted as though I hadn't noticed. I passed out the beers and sat down playing ignorance, so turned on my hands were shaking. Some time had passed when I got up to go take a piss, on the way back, I stopped to look out the window. Sharon's top had slipped down to were her nipple was exposed and about 1 third of her areola remained covered ( her areola are about the size of a 50 cent piece ). I went outside and my friends got up and said they had to take off, thanked me for the beers and said goodbye. Sharon never noticed her top till we were gathering up the chairs, I guess she figured her boob popped out then.
After that day I was hooked on other people seeing her body without her being aware of it. I started telling her how great her cleavage looked in tube tops. I would ask her to show " a little white", untanned area because it looked so sexy. I stretched straps on her tank tops so they would hang down showing more cleavage and easier to look down when she bent over. I even made buttonholes on her blouses bigger so they were easy to manipulate open or pop open by themselves. She had just turned 20 when I started doing this, she had just turned 19 when we got married. She lived with her parents who had no neighbors behind their house, so she never had reason to close the window blinds in her bedroom and didn't think of it even after moving into our own apartment, which, in time I took advantage of.
Every summer, we would vacation for a week at "the Jersey shore". I would always insist she bring a lot of tube tops " 'cause they really show off your great tan, and they make your waist so skinny". Girls have a habit of constantly tugging their tube tops up, I would complain that her top looked fine and that she got on my nerves constantly tugging on it, till eventually, she stopped. We would usually be buzzed by the time went out to party,and I would start whining for her to show me "a little more white", and she would pull the top down a little and show more cleavage.
One year, for vacation, Sharon bought this red strapless bikini. The top was knotted in the middle and I thought that if I put a few stitches about a half inch on either side of the knot, she would show more cleavage at the beach. Well, what that did was, it made the cups smaller, and pushed her tits up making it a small bikini top. She had only tried it on in the store and wondered why it didn't fit the same, to late now. One after noon we decided to forego the beach, have lunch and hit a club. While at the club, I whinned for " a little more white", Sharon, feeling no pain by now, gave her tube top a couple little tugs down. (The altered bikini top left only about a half inch of white before her areola). So with her tiny tugs, the very tops of her areola began to show. A band was playing and the place was pretty crowded. Sharon was standing at the corner of a long bar, I saw a couple guy's nudge their buddies and point towards my wife who was bouncing around to the music, tits a jiggling. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her so that my forearm was on her breasts, I said "give me a kiss", as she leaned her head back and kissed me, I gave her a squeeze and moved my forearm upward, this forced her tits up and her top to stay in place. Since I was behind her, as we kissed, I was able to look down on her chest as her left nipple was slowly, very slowly pushed out of top. She hadn't noticed, but some of the guys near us did and jockied for position to get closer for a better look. She was staggering drunk by the time we left so I led her to some steps that led down into the parking lot. There, I sat her down in between my legs, her head resting on my chest, arms on my thighs. Before long she nodded out, I lowered my legs beside her, reached around and scooped her entire left breast completely out of her top. People heading to their car passing by had a view of my wife who was almost topless. One guy, about 20, squatted next to us and started small talk, like " where you from??, here for the season??",shit like that so he could sit 3 feet from my wife and stare at her tits, I loved it.
One time at the shore, I brought a bunch of twist ties to tie the curtains in the bedroom open. I said it was to let in the ocean breeze. The bed was long ways under the window which looked out to a balcony of the apartments next door that was separated by an alley that was only a car wide. Coming back from clubbing, Sharon asked me to put some cream on her back so she wouldn't peel, OK, I'm in the bedroom now feeling around for the light switch when I see a cigarette being lit on the balcony across from the bedroom window. I turn the light on and you can't see out because of the dirty screens. Sharon comes in and starts undressing, I go into the bathroom which is on the same side of the house and with the lights out I peek out the window and can see 2 guys sitting on the balcony, clearly illuminated by the light from our window. In the room, Sharon is super tanned, only wearing panties, her tits looked like she was wearing bikini top with two Carmel colored dots on it. She was facing the window, one foot on the bed, applying lotion to her leg. I started rubbing cream on her back, then of course to the front massaging her tits. Then she told me knock it off, I then tried to get her panties down so our neighbors could see her dark bush but she told me in a mean way to STOP IT, how quickly the mood changed, I knew then I wasn't going to put on our first fuck show!
One day we decided to go swimming at this seclude quarry. She was into drinking gin gibblets at this time, so I filled a quart thermos bottle with gin and just a splash of lime juice. I also had a qualude that I crushed into a powder and put it in some foil. While she was showering, I packed a bag with towels and a top for her to wear for this occasion. Her girlfriend had gone on vacation and brought her back a tank top that said across the front "Hello from Florida". She hadn't worn it before so didn't know I had stretched it out.
After an afternoon of swimming, sunbathing and drinking, me, beer, her almost straight gin, we packed up to leave. Sharon pulled on a pair of cut offs, took off her bikini top and slipped on the tank top. " Wow" she said "Karen bought this a little big". I had stretched the shit out of it, her boobs were almost falling out the sides. I had saved one last cup of gin in the thermos and now added half the qualude to it. On our way I suggested we stop for a bite eat at a nearby tavern. I told her to finish the last drink in the thermose which she did before we got to that bar. When we got there she said " sit over here by the restroom, I gott'a go". So I picked seats by the pool table were it was brightly lit. I ordered us drinks and placed hers to my right, were it was better lit. The place was empty except for 2 old guys at the other end of the bar. Sharon came out of the restroom and I could tell the lude was starting to kick in . After our first drink, 3 dudes in their 20's came in and sat at a table near us to Sharon's right. They kept looking over because Sharon was showing lots of side boob. I kept looking over at them to watch them looking at Sharon's tits when she says "why do you keep looking over there?? Oh, you want to play a game of pool??".
" Yeah", I said and went and racked the balls. The downer and alcohol had taken effect, she was now slurring her words and wobbling around. I helped her make shots pushing her top up her back so it would hang open further in front . I stood in front of her to show were on the cueball to hit and with the light over the pool table, you could completely down her top, both nipples exposed. Whenever I missed a shot (on purpose), I made sure she had to be facing them for turn. Toward the end of the game, I was at her side, one arm around her waist, showing her where to hit the ball. At the same time, I was sliding my hand across her ribs, pulling the material of her top from her side boob until her entire left tit was out. After the shot, she stood and didn't realize her boob was out or that her shirt was all cock-eyed in the front. She continued to play like that till the 8 ball dropped, one of the guys slapped quarters on the table to challenge, but as Sharon reached to put her stick in the stick rack, her tit popped back in her top and said she was tired and wanted to go home. I loved it.
I found that by closing Venetian blinds so the concave is facing you, then pressing down on half the top while pulling the string to open them, the top is closed, but halfway down they are open but appear closed. I adjusted ours in the bedroom and with our fishnet curtains, and from the sidewalk in front of our apartment, you had a clear view of our bed at night with the lights on. One night I kept seeing somebody wearing white pants walking back and forth in front of our apartment while I was in the living room watching T.V., I went to what Sharon was doing, and there she was, in the bedroom wearing only panties, folding clothes. I playfully grabbed her ass and told her I wanted to make love when she was done. I checked on the "white pants" from the livingroom window from time to time, once he was on the sidewalk across the courtyard, then he was sitting on it, the next time he was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, closer to my bedroom. Sharon called that she was finished, I quickly stripped and got into bed along side my wife. We always made love with the lights on and I knew "white pants" could us from where he was in the courtyard.
I tried different positions then finally, on our sides facing the window so he had a full frontal nude of my wife with me inside her. I had the most powerful orgasm ever, and as it subsided, I looked and could see a face looking in through the window. I loved it.
We had gas station attendants back then so after bar hopping, a lot of times the wife would nod out on the way home and I would expose a tit, pull into a gas station, ask for $2.00 worth and please clean the windshield. It seemed my wife's side of the windshield was the dirtiest, because it seemed to need a lot of wiping. Then there was late night
7-11 shopping, part in front by the doors, well lit, watch people check out passed out wife's tits as they leave the store. Then there was the garbage man. We used these thin white plastic trash bags that were semitransparent, I would fill the real full, take on old Playboy or Penthouse magazine, put a few nude semi-nude pictures of Sharon in it near the edges of the pages and place in the trashbag, making sure it is visible through the plastic. I would place this at the curb and watch from the upstairs bathroom window. (This is when I owned my house). First few times, the garbage man tore open the bag and pulled out the magazine, spilling the photos all over, then rooting through all the garbage to see if there was more. It was fun watching the 2 garbage men shuffling through pictures of my nude wife. That was fun.
That was 40 years ago and it still turns me on thinking back on those times. Maybe there are still some copies of photos of her floating around, I would like to think so, she was so young and beautiful and innocent.
She never caught me, she never knew.