Grateful Wife

by LiteroCat

Copyright© 2011 by LiteroCat

Erotica Sex Story: A little jealousy and several angry dares lead to an unusual Valantine Day gift that's appreciated by many.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Romantic   Reluctant   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Humor   Slut Wife   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   .

"Honey, what the hell are all these boxes out here? Looks like IPS got lazy again and left them far from the door."

"How would I know? Bring them in and check the labels." Her annoyed tone could be very grating.

The three big, heavy boxes were neatly stacked on the bottom two steps and overlapped. There was a large red heart sticker on each box. I soon discovered a familiar name on them. "They're all from your boyfriend Steve." THAT should irritate her. We'd been arguing again and this was my little counter attack. Steve frequently flirted with her even when I was near, and she didn't discourage it. We all worked at a supposedly ultra conservative, big computer company. The literally starched shirts at IIM had become mostly for image. Under them were often teddies or frilly underwear - even the women wore them! The common erotic chatter could make the founder spin in his grave.

"You WISH he were my boyfriend. I know you want to watch me fuck someone else. What's in the boxes?"

She was right about that. I love watching her squirm with embarrassment since I know she will then turn that into an all night sex fest if I do it right. There's little that she allows to embarrass her and I still don't fully understand it. She's often embarrassed by the oddest things that don't bother most of us. She still adamantly claims she's modest and shy, but heaven forbid I try to support that 'modesty'. Ms bashful usually goes to work braless in a buttoned shirt with several buttons open. I made the mistake of pointing out once, just once, that her tits were exposed and she loudly stormed off in a rage. We didn't talk for a week. She goes in and out of her exhibitionist denial phase without warning.

Once, as proof of her modesty, she wore to a work party a mid calf but snug skirt with a small 10 inch slit. Hard to exploit that. Yet, she found a way. Getting out of the car with over a dozen people near, she pivoted one leg out of the car and paused. The long green skirt climbed above her knees as she held them spread as wide as the skirt allowed, then tried harder. She slid to the edge of the seat and ignored the skirt's ascension, but the rest of us struggled to guess if her panty was dark or all hair. I guess no one ever taught her how a 'lady' gets out of a car or seat 'properly'. She loved the tease, but couldn't admit that either. Her antics were a frequent cause of bitterness. I wanted to support whatever she wanted, if I could only figure it out. I was willing to expose her if that gave her a thrill, even willing to share her and learn to like it. MY anger, I finally figured out, was about being excluded, about the inevitable secrets, about being her strawman. Since Valentine's day was the next day, I wanted an unusual gift that she would enjoy and remember. I began to plot my scheme and hope for the best.

"This first one has books, lots of books. The next one has cooking tools? And a card. It says 'Thanks for all your close and intimate help with my problem. Love Steve. P.S. Happy V.D. ;-))' What should I make of that? What intimate problem did you help him fix? Should I be worried?"

"Well, my jealous man, I think he thinks it's intimate and I'm not sure I should tell even you about it." I could hear the tease in her tone. Maybe I really could ramp up a fake fight and get her to do what she enjoys but won't admit?

"This stuff must have been VERY expensive to ship, so I doubt he thinks it's a joke. I wonder why he shipped it instead of dropping it off. He only lives a few miles away. He IS saying thanks for something, but I don't know what. It's a big deal to him and you can use all this stuff, so maybe you should send him a Thank You/Valentine's Day note. Want some help writing it? Ha!" Now she has the ball.

"You're right. But a simple note won't do it. I'll think of a better way to thank him. Hmmmmm ... Maybe I'll stop by his place after work and show him how grateful I am."

So, she is going to play. "Well, have fun. Let me know if I can help." As expected, she said nothing and left for work. She called at five to say she was working until six, then going to Steve's. Without prodding, she would probably hang out there a while then try to tease me that something happened between them. I decided to push her tonight and went to Steve's in time to see her ring his bell. After giving her a minute, I peeked in the window before knocking. It seemed innocent with both standing in the family room ten feet apart.

I rang the bell and Steve quickly let me in. "Hi, what are you doing here? Sue JUST got here, we-e-e uh sh-e-e's uhh fine, there's nothing going on... ' I wonder what he is so nervous about. "I was about to..."

"Relax, Steve. We're fine. I just came by to lend a hand if needed. Sue just wanted..."

" ... to express my gratitude for all you sent me. I really appreciate the sentiment and it wasn't necessary."

"Oh, please. There's no need to thank me for a Thank You gift. That can get awkward and make someone uncomfortable."

"You hear that, hun? You're making him uncomfortable." Time to push her limits. "You're standing there so stiff, in your business clothes, it's no wonder. Relax and loosen up some and we'll all feel at ease. Though I love your royal blue outfit, at least take off your jacket."

Sue arched one eyebrow and paused silently a few seconds. "Umm, sure. You're right. After all, this isn't a business meeting with the stuffed shirts at IIM." Steve dipped his head and coughed loudly. "I want you to feel comfortable." As her jacket languidly slipped off her shoulders, she thrust her chest forward. Her swelling nipples strained her white, silky blouse in testimony that she was, as usual, braless. The three open buttons allowed her billowy blouse, now unconstrained by the heavier jacket, to expose her always surprising cleavage from her barely-B cups. So, she was finally listening to my advice to tease and expose slowly! But now? I took a second to confirm that Steve's eyes were locked on her individually swinging breasts before admiring them myself. "There, that's better. Ummm, I still feel too formal and constrained. I'm going to take off my panty hose, if that's OK with you two."

"Well, uhh, whatever makes you more at ease." Steve replied, with a furtive and nervous glance at me. "Why don't we sit a minute?"

Steve and I sat on a sofa and Sue moved closer to us. She kicked off her shoes and tried only hiking her skirt to mid thigh and tugging on the hose. She knew that wouldn't work, so she already committed to working the game. "This damn skirt is too tight to do this." So Sue reached back and unzipped the skirt. Somewhat flushed, she looked back and forth at both of us before obviously deciding ... The skirt, already unhitched, quickly fell to the floor. Steve's jaw dropped. Though I'd seen her shed all her clothes thousands of times, sitting next to a near stranger who also watched her strip was different. As far as I know, she never went this far before. The tight hose further sculpted her already sexy and shapely legs. "Now I can get these off." She lifted her shirt to grab the waist of the hose and rolled it down. Her silky white panties were loose and slid down slightly. Steve pushed his jaw closed and, trying to hide his growing rod, shifted on the sofa. When Sue bent to roll the hose down her calves, her blouse billowed and we caught a glimpse of a turgid, perfect nipple topping her loose tit. Steve groaned and rearranged his pants. My exhibitionist wife still hid her arousal behind a naive facade. She kicked the hose to join her skirt. "There. Is that better? Everyone relaxed now?"

"Well, honey, your blouse still screams WORK. I think you should remove it to show how concerned you are with our comfort. Don't you agree, Steve?" He stammered a bit in disbelief, but managed to nod his head. I noticed his eyes briefly look past her. She was too committed to making her point to back off now. Yet, she also seemed to be enjoying the attention. This could all go very badly for me later, but I hope she appreciated my special gift to her.

"Well, alright. I know you both look down or into my shirt every chance you get, and have already seen them, but my itty bitty titties are really not worth looking at. They're so small, yet sag some and are different sizes. I don't know why you guys like to see even my flawed tits." She unbuttoned the blouse as she spoke. I loved her 'flawed' tits and now I could openly solicit Steve's opinion. She paused with her blouse hanging open, yet still covering her tiny titties. After the tease, she put her blouse on the nearby chair and flaunted her bare chest. Looking a little flushed and breathing in shallow pants she continued, "There. Steve, let me say that..." She pulled her silk panty tight into her swollen camel toe. Steve coughed loudly and nervously again. This time we heard it echo into the other room. Steve tugged at his pants. We heard chairs drag along the dining room floor and voices gasp and get closer. Sue turned toward the sound, "Umm, Steve, is there something you want to tell me?"

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