It had started out as a simple game, a way to signal one another in a single word of a mood or a desire, a need.
Tracy was as wild and uninhibited a woman as you would ever want to meet, and I felt lucky, and fortunate enough to have found her. Little did I know how wild and crazy she could actually be. Something I have thanked my lucky stars for ever since, though I might also add with a little reservation thrown in for balance.
That first year of our marriage, we had become so in tune, so comfortable with one another that the word "spontaneous" became the norm. Neither of us knew when the other would suddenly want, desire and need the other. So it became a game, a simple signal, a word to give some sort of notification that the crazy, wild, insane was about to happen.
"What better word?" Tracy had said smiling. "Decadent! We're in agreement then she asked?"
I could only begin to imagine. Long before we had married, I had always considered myself the wild one, willing to take a few risks, a few chances for the thrill of it all. Hell, next to Tracy I was an amateur.
"We're in agreement," I acknowledged, though truth be told, I was agreeing to a lot more than I'd ever imagined.
"So, if either one of us uses the word, then whatever we want to do, we do? No limits, no guilt, no saying no, yes?"
"Yes," I said once again, sounding a little less convincing.
"And the only real rule is we take turns, if I use the word, then I have to wait to use it again only after you've used it correct?"
"Correct!" I said agreeing with her, beginning to feel like one of those bobbing head dolls on the dashboard of a car.
It was in a way, the only control to the game. At least when I felt decadent, had a thought, a desire that might go beyond the norm, Tracy who seemed to have those thoughts and feelings all the time would still have to wait her turn before using it again.
"Ok," she giggled excitedly. "Decadent!"
I think it was my wife's photo that was situated along side the word exhibitionist in the dictionary. At least even if it wasn't, it should have been. She was simply incorrigible whenever it came to making her wear clothes, which point in fact I gave up trying to make her do, and in many ways, got a bit of a voyeuristic kick out of it whenever she didn't, surprising the mailman, or the pizza guy or some other door to door salesman as she'd most often open the door, her lovely full bare breasts just sitting there in all their glory. She could stand there, chat about the weather, the mail, getting her checkbook, or whatever without cracking a smile over the various startled looks or expressions on those she encountered. Most often, afterwards, that simple act alone would make her horny enough to want to jump my bones.
Whenever I was in the mood, I simply ordered pizza. Though to be honest I really didn't even need to do that. But the pizza was always good for afterwards.
At 5'10", Tracy was tall for a woman with equally long legs that seemed to go on forever, an equally nice sculptured ass, with a beautiful looking mane of reddish-brown hair that cascaded well down to the middle of her back. She had emerald green eyes, with natural eyelashes that any woman would die to posses, though she and I both considered her best features to be her breasts, which were full, perfectly proportioned, and had the thickest thimble-sized nipples you've ever seen. She loved showing them off, and I loved looking at them. As did most everyone else she ever ran into.
"I thought we were going to flip a coin," I told her watching her pout. "Ok, ok, obviously you already have something, or someone in mind," I said giving in.
She was of course grinning by now.
"Mark and Debbie are going out this evening," she began.
"So ... they've asked Rachel to come over and baby-sit for them again."
I knew who Rachel was, she was the daughter of another set of friends we knew, though not closely. "She's just a kid!" I stated, still not knowing where Tracy was actually going with all this.
"She's eighteen!" she responded back, and I know her. I mean not really personally, but we've talked, and I know she has these curiosities.
"What curiosities?" I wondered, still not getting where all this was leading to.
Mark and Debbie's house sat next to ours. From their family den, you could see easily into our back yard. I knew from conversations with Mark, that he had seen Tracy sun-bathing in the nude on numerous occasions. He certainly didn't seem to mind, nor did Debbie for that matter as she and Tracy were pretty good friends.
"After the kids go to bed, we're going outside to the hot-tub and fuck!" she said simply.
"I'm still not sure where it is you're going with this."
"It's simple, we're going out to fuck, and Rachel's going to be watching us!"
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, we'll know," she said smiling. Rachel always sits in the family room watching TV after the kids go down. Trust me, I know she'll be watching us."
At best it was chancy that she would. I mean after all, she'd have to be looking for it in a way, so perhaps we'd simply enjoy a nice fuck and Rachel would never even know that we had. If Tracy felt, or perhaps wondered if Rachel really was watching us, to be that decadent a thing, then why the hell not? After all, then it would be my turn.
"Ok, sure ... why not?" I stated.
"As if you really had a choice," Tracy reminded me with a mischievous wink.
We had just finished clearing the table from dinner when Tracy glanced out the window looking up. "She's in the family room," she announced.
"How you know that?" I asked.
"Because the lights on for one thing, and for another, the curtains are still open and I saw her pass by the window."
I wondered. Not that Rachel would have any reason to believe we might actually be caught fucking at some point, nor that she'd be looking for it. But it was still a very curious thing.
"So whets next then?" I asked.
"We get naked and fuck of course!"
With a flip of the switch, Tracy lit up the floodlights that would highlight the hot tub. And as she did, I remembered Mark telling me that every time they came on, he knew we were out tubing. It was like sending a signal beacon out whenever we did.
"See what?" I asked as we stepped outside, naked, carrying a couple of large terry-cloth towels with us and nothing else.
"Now the lights off!"
I glanced up towards the window. "Could be she's left the room," I suggested.
"To do what? Sleep? Take a bath? I don't think so. That's where she'd be watching TV, but with the lights off now, I truly believe she's watching us standing a little ways back from the darkened window."
Admittedly there was some logic in that, and I actually did find myself getting aroused at the prospect of being spied on.
"We'll know for sure if we see the hallway light come on outside of Mark and Debbie's bedroom," she added. "She can see us a lot easier from there."
I had to laugh at that, knowing full well that was Mark's favorite vantage point whenever Tracy was sunbathing in the nude outside. "I wonder how many times that Mark has jerked off spying on you," I stated.
Tracy grinned, "A lot I would imagine. At least I hope so!"
We slipped into the tub, but it was immediately obvious that Tracy wasn't in the mood to be wasting any time here. I had barely situated myself in the corner when she stood up out of the water, positioning herself on the edge, spreading her legs and balancing herself in the opposite corner from where I was, but strategically facing our friend's house.
"Come eat me," she said simply. "That should get her attention if we already haven't."
We had done this before, and I wondered how many times that Mark, and possibly even Debbie had watched us doing just that. After only a few minutes of flicking my tongue against my wife's hot little pussy, she giggled.
"Just saw the hallway light turn on, and then off," she mentioned. "Am sure she's moved into their bedroom."
Even I had to admit Tracy was probably right, that we really were being watched at this point. And I also had to wonder what, if anything Rachel might be doing to herself as she did.
"Wonder if she's playing with herself about now," I mumbled into my wife's cunt.
"I know if it was me, I certainly would be!" she countered.
"That's a given," I said playfully sucking her clit firmly between my lips. Tracy groaned audibly, though I doubted that even as loud as it had seemed to me when she did, that Rachel could have heard her, even with the windows open. Still, I guess it was possible.
"Ok, your turn," she announced. Lay down on the side board for a moment, let her get a good look at this nice hard cock before it disappears inside my mouth," she instructed.
I did so, enjoying her continued manipulations of my prick as she slowly began stroking it up and down, careful so as not to block the 'view' as it were from the window.
"Don't be too obvious about looking over there," Tracy warned me. But keep an eye out and see if you notice anything, or see movement of any kind," she announced.
For several moments I did. And then I did.
"Damn, I think she left the room. Just saw the hallway lights turn on, and she didn't turn them off again."
"Hmmm," Tracy thought as she slipped back inside the tub with her back towards me. "Well, guess we'll wait and see," she added. "In the meantime, come here and fuck your wife."
I slipped easily inside my wife's slick tight little cunt and began fucking her from behind just the way she liked it. After several exquisite minutes of this, she whispered back to me, turning her head. "Don't look up, and for hells sake, don't stop fucking me either, but I just saw movement by the fence!"
I risked a quick glance, squinting my eyes as though concentrating instead on the sensations, and sure enough, she was right. There was movement, as a shadow continued to creep along the edge-line of the fence. I knew almost immediately where she was heading.
"Right in front of us," I whispered back. "See those split boards?" Tracy giggled.
"Yeah, I know ... I've caught Mark peeking through them on more than one occasion," she told me.
"Mark tends to spy on you a lot doesn't he?" I responded teasingly, though half seriously as well. "I think he has a lot of reciprocation to be doing."
"Oh come on baby," Tracy purred. "You've seen Debbie's tits several times."
"Not nearly as much as Mark's seen yours!" I countered.
"Shih, she's at the hole." Tracy cautioned me. "Now ... fuck me, and fuck me good!"
Though it was somewhat exciting to know that Rachel had actually come outside to watch us, it was somewhat of a let down however that we never knew, and could only guess and even fantasize about what she was doing or even thinking about while watching us. And even Tracy had been slightly disappointed that there hadn't been something more as we talked about it later on that evening before going to bed.
"I guess it wasn't all that decadent after all," she told me with a disappointed tone in her voice.
"I would guess that depends on your definition of the word. I thought it was."
"Good point. I think that there needs to be three things for it to be decadent, and before we use the word, I think that it needs to meet all the criteria."
"Ah oh," I said to myself. "Now what?"
"First, I think there has to be an element of risk, a little dangerous excitement perhaps."
"I thought there was," I countered, but she gave me a frowny-lipped look and continued.
"Secondly, I think it has to be just this side of the norm at the very least. Thirdly? It needs to be very ... very ... naughty. And forth..."
"I thought you said three things," I interrupted, once again getting a look.
"And forth," she continued, emphasizing the word. "The thrill of doing it has to be as intense as any orgasm itself afterwards."
As I thought about it, our naughty little encounter with Rachel had met three of those standards, but admittedly, the forth one Tracy had added there at the end had been a bit lacking.
"So ... mine didn't count," she said grinningly. All I could do was shake my head and smile.
Late Saturday afternoon Tracy was being a bit fidgety, and more than a bit antsy.
"Lets go for a drive!" she announced suddenly.
"Decadent!" she responded with a lusty look that seemed to magically appear within her face. Obviously, she'd been thinking about something all afternoon. And I wasn't about to argue the point with her about whose turn it really was either. In the first place, I really hadn't been working on it, and in the second, I was suddenly horny and curious as to what it was she had come up with.
"Like I said, where?"
"You'll see. Oh ... and I'm driving by the way!"
A short time later we were out the door and on the freeway. Obviously, where ever it was we were going was a little distance away or we wouldn't have gotten on this road.
"You gonna tell me what you have planned I asked?"
"In a minute. I'm still thinking it through, and I also want to sort of scout things out a little before I make my final decision."
She laughed, "Partially, yes. But just not sure about the location or possibilities yet," she answered.
We drove on for several miles until she turned on the blinker signal. I noticed only then that she'd taken the exit for one of the rest-stops located along the freeway.
"Need to use the restroom?" I wondered, though I already had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't why we were here.
"That depends," she once again giggled glancing towards me as she pulled our car into one of the parking places not too far away from the restroom area. Looking around, I noticed as was usually the case, that there were two large eighteen wheel rigs parked near by, and only one other car besides ours in the parking area.
"Now you gonna tell me?" I asked.
Tracy was glancing about without answering just as another man and woman emerged from the restroom heading towards their car.
"Wait!" Was all she said, though she opened the car door and stepped out, which is when I also noticed another eighteen-wheeler had just pulled into the lot.
"You stay here," she told me. "If I wave at you, then get out and come over to where ever I Am."
But she closed the door without answering and headed straight for the bathrooms. I sat there watching her go, and then watched as a few minutes later that the trucker who'd just pulled in to the lot, got out and headed towards the bathroom as well. Tracy must have been watching him too as she emerged from the women's restroom a moment later, walked over to stand by the door of the men's room and produced a cigarette though she failed to light it.
"Ahhh, I see." I said to myself from inside the car. "Well ... sorta anyway."
Seconds later I watched as Tracy suddenly darted back towards the women's bathroom, spun, then slowed and began patting her pockets just as the other guy emerged. It was obvious that she startled him somewhat, but he immediately saw her waving the unlit cigarette, smiled, and fished a lighter from out of his shirt pocket. I also noticed as he did that, that Tracy had at some point undone another one of her shirts buttons. She'd not worn a bra, which I had already noticed the moment we got in the car, so I also knew that the guy was getting an ample look at my wife's deep cleavage. They stood talking for several moments, and then I saw the expression on the guys face suddenly change as he looked up in my direction. I froze in my seat wondering. Then watched, as they talked some more. Finally Tracy turned and waved her hand towards me. That was the signal I guess, for whatever, so I got out and casually walked towards them.
"George was it? This is my husband Brian, Brian? This is George, and he's agreed to participate in our little game."
George laughed nervously as we shook hands. We were approximately the same size, so I am sure he wasn't too worried about being robbed or manhandled or anything like that.
"At first, he thought I was a hooker or something," she mused. "Isn't that funny? Until I explained to him of course that I wasn't asking him for money, and that this was just a little naughty game we enjoy playing every once in a while. Once I had convinced him of that, he agreed."
I could only smile like I knew what was going on. I mean after all, I still didn't have a clue here. But Tracy continued, finally filling me in.
"I explained to George here that I have a thing for jacking off strange men, and how I love the feel of their hot cum spurting on my tits afterwards. Once I explained to him that's all I wanted, he agreed. That's also when I told him about you, and that you enjoy watching me do that, and could also act as a lookout for us in case anyone came. Oh yeah, and one another thing, that it had to pretty much be out in the open for me to really get off on it."
George was blushing at this point, still acting a bit nervous about the whole thing until Tracy began undoing the rest of the button's on her blouse. "And you can play with them as much as you like while I'm jerking you off," she added as further incentive, but afterwards, that's it ... nothing else, agreed?"
George merely shook his head still looking at me for any signs of trouble or preferably, assurance. I smiled back at him giving him that.
"Where?" he glanced around worriedly.
"Well right here of course!" Tracy told him, already reaching out to begin unzipping his fly. Moments later Tracy had his rapidly hardening cock out and had begun stroking it. "Go ahead, touch them if you'd like," she urged. He did, and finally began to relax as his hands squeezed and fondled my wife's bare breasts. I watched, occasionally looking around to see if anyone else had entered the lot or might approach us from one of the other two trucks. So far no one had, even though we were obviously in plain sight from either of them where we stood, and where it was also very obvious that Tracy was happily and contentedly stroking the man's prick.
"Let me know when you're about to cum," she told him. "I want to make sure you squirt it all over my breasts," she reminded.
I had to admit, this was pretty decadent. Here we were with a complete and total stranger, standing outside where we could easily be seen as Tracy man-handled the guys hard stiff prick, her breasts bare for all the world to see, and me getting hornier and hornier by the second.
"Almost there," George said with a grimace of pleasured pain upon his face, once again looking towards me with some degree of uncertainty.
Tracy knelt down before him on the ground at this point, still stroking the man's prick, though now she aimed it, pumping it off directly against her firm exposed tits.
"Whenever you're ready," she teased him. "Shoot me a nice big hot load, really cover my tits George, ok?"
"Sure lady," he said with a grin on his own face now, then seconds later, granted her wish.
I stood there watching as Tracy pumped what seemed to be like a gallon of cum all over her tits. It was soon running down both breasts in tiny little rivers of white sticky semen. As soon as he was finished however, he stood back already tucking himself away with a sheepish look on his face.
"Want me to get you something? A paper towel? Some toilet paper?"
"Nah, I like it this way," Tracy announced. "I like feeling all that hot man cream on my tits."
He then thanked us both for an interesting time, and all but ran back towards his truck as he soon after pulled out of the lot and headed back out onto the highway.
"Well? We finished here then?" I asked.
"Not yet, wait a moment," Tracy told me as she re-buttoned her blouse though leaving that same extra button undone. I couldn't help but notice when she did, the sudden emergence of several wet spots that soaked through her white blouse as we stood there.
"What are we waiting for?"
"Just wait, wait a minute or two longer, then if nothing happens, we'll go."
Sure enough, a moment or two later someone emerged from one of the other trucks and began making his way towards us. We continued to stand there watching him as he did. He smiled as he approached, making it obvious he wasn't heading into the bathroom.
Once again Tracy laughed and began explaining it to him.
After Pete had finished emptying his massive load all over my wife's tits, rather than do has George had done, and race back to his truck, he stood there for a moment sharing a smoke, admiring the view as Tracy hadn't as yet recovered her now doubly cum-covered tits.
"So you two do this just for some bit of kinky fun huh?"
"Might could say that," Tracy once again giggled. "Why? Didn't you find it exciting she asked?"
"Hell lady, you already know the answer to that one! What man in his right mind wouldn't enjoy getting a hand-job out of the clear blue sky from a good-looking woman? Even if that's all she was offering."
"Which it is," she reminded him with a wink, then added. "What about your other friend over there? Where's he at?"
Pete laughed following her look. "That's Margie's rig."
"Yeah, known her for quite a while now. Pretty much travel the same routes and run into one another on occasion. She's more into women if you know what I mean," he said knowingly.
"Ah, I see," Tracy said with a curious expression on her face. "That could be interesting," she said as an afterthought.
"Now what are you up to?" I asked.
"I dunno, maybe Margie would enjoy some naughty finger-fucking or something,"
"Well no, probably not. But maybe she'd enjoy it if I did."
Pete really began laughing then. "Tell you what, I'll go over and ask her. I know she's asleep, but if she's at all interested, especially after I tell her about my experience, she'll let you know. Wait here for a moment."
With that, Pete headed back across the lot towards her rig. About that time another passenger car pulled into the lot and parked next to ours.
"Um babe, you might want to duck into the restroom or something for a minute or two," I suggested. She was just about to do just that when two younger looking college guys got out of the car and headed towards us.
"No, think I'll just stand here like this for a moment, see what happens," she said excitedly.
"You're killing me here Tracy," I told her laughing. "Only you could pull something like this off."
"Or them?" she added with another lusty looking grin.
It was funny. I am sure at a distance we looked like any other road-weary travelers just stretching our legs. Until they got close enough to see Tracy's tits hanging out, still covered with glistening cum-cream.
"What the fuck?" One of the guys said as he nearly stumbled over his own feet.
"Would you care to make a deposit?" Tracy asked opening her blouse even further, displaying her obscenely coated cum-tits.
"You serious?" One of them asked, the other looking up and around.
"What're you doing?" His friend asked.
"I'm looking for the cameras, this has got to be some kind of a joke or something."
"They don't do this kind of a gag on that kind of a show," his friend told him. "Well, not like this anyway," he added once again looking down at my wife's dripping breasts.
"Come on Bill, lets go, this is too weird," the one guy stated and immediately turned around. With some obvious reluctance, and a shrug of the shoulders, his friend followed.
"Too bad," Tracy stated. "Might have been interesting."
"As if all this hasn't been?" I said stating the obvious. We watched the two college boy's race out of the parking lot. "Maybe we should leave." I told my wife. "They could be calling the cops right about now."
"And what? Tell them they were invited to cum all over some strange woman's tits? I don't think so," she grinned.
We both heard the sound of a truck door being closed. Watched as Pete and Margie began walking towards us.
"Ok, now maybe this might get interesting after all," I said softly as they neared.
"Nice tits," Margie spoke. She wasn't exactly typical of a lot of "butch-like" women I had seen. Her hair was short, but not butch-dyke short, and she wasn't exactly a big woman either though she certainly had what appeared to be muscular looking arms. She wore no makeup of course, which would have seemed strange on her under the circumstances, appearing more like an average typical tom-boy more than anything else.
"Thank you," Tracy grinned in greeting. "So, I assume Pete told you about our little game?"
"He did," Margie spoke sizing me up, then glancing back down at Tracy's breasts. "So this is for real huh?" she questioned again.
"It is, what would you like me to do?" Tracy questioned.
"What would you like to do?" Margie answered her back.
"Oh, I'd enjoy fingering you, taking some of your juices and smearing them on my breasts," she told the woman.
"Seems like your breasts are pretty well smeared enough already," she countered.
"They are pretty messy," Tracy agreed giggling. "You could clean them off for me," she suggested wickedly.
"I could," Margie countered. "And will if you two are willing to fuck for me while I do."
"I'd enjoy seeing that myself!" Pete added with a great deal of enthusiasm.
"Then lets do it!" Tracy said, and led me along with everyone else a bit further around the corner of the short brick wall that served as a waiting area.
I was a bit surprised when Tracy quickly stripped off all her clothing and placed herself down, laying on her back on one of the stone benches. "Ok baby, come fuck me, just like the woman said!"
"You keep an eye out Pete!" Margie warned her friend. "You already got something out of this, so don't be letting anyone sneak up on us and getting us busted because you're too horny to do otherwise."
"Don't worry, I will, but I'm still gonna be watching this too," he told her. "Maybe afterwards, you and I..."
She simply shot him a look. "Yeah ... right," she stated. "In your dreams."
Admittedly I was surprised when Margie leaned over and began licking my wife's nipples, though by now, most of the sticky spunk had been absorbed into her skin or had been wiped away on her blouse. Still.
I spread Tracy's legs, positioned my prick and slid into her as easily as a hot knife through butter. She was soaked!
"Hmm, salty. Just like my brother," Margie announced, then continued licking and sucking my wife as I continued fucking her.
"Now THATS decadent!" Tracy laughed out loud hearing the woman's comment.
"Yeah I know," she grinned knowingly. "But this aint bad either!"
After the episode at the rest stop, things got progressively wilder and crazier for us both. We'd taken some pretty dangerous risks at discovery, which admittedly even for me had added to the intensity of the moment. We had fucked or fooled around several times in public, once in a downtown elevator that we both knew to be highly used, riding up and down inside it, me standing behind my wife as we rode it from the bottom to the very top floor and down again. Finally managing to enter her from behind as she had worn a specifically designed skirt we had created for just such an occasion without anyone else who had ridden on the elevator with us even aware that's what we'd been doing.
The other going through a nearby automatic car wash, several times where eventually a few other people became aware of what was going on, specifically because we eventually got naked of course, and kept going back through. And no one seemed to really mind either, though the manager of the convenience store eventually came out and threatened to call the cops if we didn't leave. I wasn't really too worried about that though as he only did so when someone else finally complained.
At any rate, it had surprisingly been a while since we'd done anything, and it was even Tracy's turn! So I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised when she had just gotten off the phone, walked into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and said "Decadent" before I'd even realized that she had.
By now I simply smiled and waited to hear what she had in mind. Like I said, by this point it could be just about anything, all I could usually do was hang on and go along on the ride.
"You're going to need to go upstairs to the bedroom in about twenty minutes and hide in the closet."
"Oh? Why?" I asked stupidly.
"Because Rachel's coming over. I told her I was cleaning out my closet, and that maybe some of the stuff I am getting rid of might fit her."
"Shit Tracy, I don't know about this one."
"Oh don't get your shorts in a wad!" She exclaimed. "She'll never know you're in there, especially if you don't do anything stupid like start coughing or sneezing."
Suddenly I coughed.
"Yeah, like that," she added throwing me a stern look. "Anyway, like I've told you before, we've started to have some pretty interesting discussions, and I thought this might be a fun naughty way to include you without her knowing about it. And besides, if this goes the way I think it might, you will at the very least get to see her naked!"
There was that.
"So take one of the cushioned folding chairs upstairs with you," she instructed. "You might be in there for a while. Oh, and if you end up jerking yourself off while you're in there, do try and be quiet when you cum, ok?"
"Yes dear," I said leaving the room.
We had a large sized bedroom with nice-sized walk in closets on either side of the bed, his and hers. Sitting in my "closet" wasn't exactly all that difficult or uncomfortable. It was rather roomy, and with strategically placed slats in the door, also very easy to see inside the room from where I sat. Tracy had already opened the doors to her own closet, and had pre-selected several semi-sexy looking outfits she hadn't worn in quite some time. Most of which she thought Rachel might actually try on, which Tracy was sure she could convince her to do. But I also knew my wife. Just getting Rachel here to try on a few things, even if she did manage to get the young woman naked, wasn't the entire purpose of her decadent little scheme. I knew better. And I knew she was up to a lot more than just that. And it was indeed no more than fifteen minutes later when I heard the two women climbing the stairs towards our bedroom.
"Anyway, as I was saying," Tracy stated for my benefit. "Brian's out golfing for the afternoon, so we have complete and total privacy to spend as much time talking, and trying on things as you'd like."
"I really appreciate this," Rachel told her. "There really isn't anyone else I've felt as comfortable talking to about stuff like this as you've been. And I also appreciate that you're willing to give me your clothes, they're so beautiful and expensive!" she added.
"All the more reason you should have them and try them on," Tracy urged. "I hate giving them away to people I don't know, or who won't appreciate them, and besides, its sort of fun for me seeing how they might look like on someone else."
From my vantage point, I could see a slight flush spread across Rachel's face at the implication. "I didn't wear a bra," she informed my wife, which was also obvious the moment she walked into the room, wearing a simple pair of jeans and tee-shirt.
"Good! Less we have to worry about taking on and off then isn't it?" Tracy told her. "And besides, most of what I wear looks far better with a bra off anyway."
Once again it was fairly easy to see that Rachel was blushing, though I was quickly surprised when I saw the young woman place her hands around her own breasts cupping them as she spoke. "Maybe, but not sure they'll fill most of the clothes out the way you fill them, I'm a bit smaller busted than you are."
Tracy crossed the room and actually placed her hands over the young girl's breasts without a moment's hesitation, weighing them in her hands, giving each a cursory measure as though comparing them. "Oh I don't know, I'm certainly not that much larger than you are, see?"
Tracy had taken one of Rachel's hands, placing it on her own breast while leaving one of her own hands on Rachel's breast as though clinically comparing the two. "Not that much difference I think."
"Oh no, you're MUCH bigger than I am," Rachel argued.
"Hmm, let's see." And with that, as nonchalantly as possible, Tracy pulled the tight knit tee-shirt she'd been wearing up and over her head. She then stepped in front of the full-length mirror, which she knew damn well I could clearly and easily see from where I was sitting. "Easier to tell if we stand in front of the mirror side to side."
Tracy stood for a moment, bare-chested, waiting. Rachel finally got the hint and pulled her own tee-shirt up over her head, tossing the discarded garment back towards the bed.
"See? Like I said," a moment later as both women stood in front of the mirror comparing the shape and size of their respective tits.
"Mine are a little bigger than yours are, but not by much," she suggested, reaching over to once again gently lift one of Rachel's tits in her hand, while cupping one of her own. "And even if they are, a majority of these clothes are going to fit you just fine anyway," she added.
For the next several minutes I sat watching as Tracy had Rachel trying on several blouses, discarding a few, with Rachel happily accepting many others.
"Now, let's see about the skirts and dresses I have," she said glancing towards the girl. "Off with the jeans!" she prompted holding up one of her nearly see-through sun dresses.
"Oh that's really pretty!" Rachel commented, shucking off her jeans.
"Panties too," Tracy said suddenly. "They won't hang right with what you're wearing."
I nearly chuckled, glad that I didn't. Rachel was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that said "Monday" on them written in pink embroidery even though it was Saturday.
"I either wear a thong, or nothing at all with most of these," Tracy told her.
Shyly, Rachel tugged her panties down and tossed them into one of our nearby chairs. "Mother hates thongs," she said defiantly. "Every time I buy one, they mysteriously disappear when I go to wash them."
Tracy laughed. "See? All the more reason not to even wear any!"
Rachel laughed with her. "Yeah, wouldn't my boyfriend love knowing that!"
"Which reminds me," Tracy said, "How is that aspect of your love-life going anyway?"
"What love-life?" She countered. "All he really wants to do is get inside my pants, I don't really think he loves me."
"I take it you're still a virgin then?" Tracy wondered in asking.
"No, I lost that last year to another boy. But he didn't love me either. I just don't want to make the same mistake twice is all. But I have to admit Tracy, it is driving me crazy, I mean ya know? I still want to. I still get these urges and feelings..."
"You mean you're horny just like everyone else right?"
Rachel laughed. "Guess you could say that, yes."
"Don't you ever masturbate?" Tracy asked openly.
"Oh come on honey, we all do you know, I'd be willing to bet even your own mother does!"
That broke the silence as Rachel laughed hysterically. "I doubt that, seriously," she openly stated. "A while back I had purchased one of those really small vibrators? I wanted to try one, see what they were like? Anyway, I had accidentally dropped it on the floor without realizing it. And later than afternoon my mother had come into my room to put some clothes away and saw it laying there."
"Oh no! So now she knows you're using it to masturbate with?"
"No, not even that, that's not the funny part. The funny part 'was' that she turned it on, so when I came home later, she's sitting there at the dining room table running this thing back and forth around her neck and face!"
"You're kidding me!"
"No! I come in and she say's, 'Rachel! I didn't know you had one of these! I used to own something similar to this one myself until it wore out. Really good for keeping the skin toned you know.' "Honestly Tracy, I nearly died laughing about it later on!"
The girls laughed about it a moment or two longer. "But at least you do masturbate then to take the edge off," Tracy stated rather than questioned.
"Well, not often, but yes, sometimes," she admitted.
"Rachel honey, even IF your mother doesn't masturbate, which I still seriously doubt, it is perfectly normal and natural to do so. Hell sweetie, I do it every day, and sometimes twice a day."
"Hell yes! And so does Brian for that matter!"
I nearly fell off my chair hearing that.
"He does? She stammered in bewilderment. "But why would he? He has you!"
"Honey, just because we have a good and very active sex-life, doesn't mean we've stopped masturbating, if anything, we probably do it even more because we DO have an active sex-life. One seems to increase the desire for the other."
"Hell yes! And besides, one of the things we both enjoy doing and seeing is masturbating for one another. It's a great way to learn about ourselves, and about each other."
Rachel was quiet for a moment while considering that.
"I've never seen a guy jerk himself off before," she near whispered. "I mean I've only had sex twice, both times in the dark, and before that was when I was much younger, when Billy wanted me to do him beneath the blanket in the family room when my folks were away. Hell, I'd barely even touched him when he spurted, he was so embarrassed that he got up and took off. I didn't see him again for weeks, and by then, I didn't want to!"
Tracy was laughing, not at her, but with her as the two women tumbled back onto the bed together.
"And you want to know the really worst part? I'm not even sure I know what an orgasm is!" Rachel suddenly confessed. "I mean, I feel good doing it, and it certainly feels good while I'm doing it, but then I suddenly get all tense ... and then its over, just like that."
"Over as in you have this wonderful magnificent explosion deep down inside your pussy?"
"Ah ... no. Never that, just sort of this lingering ache that takes a long time to finally go away."
"Oh honey! Don't you know that's when you're almost there? You're just on the edge of having an orgasm?"