“Ok, but then what.do I wear to bed? I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”
“Sleep in a t shirt like you normally do. No one is going to watch you sleep,” he answered.
“Umm, OK,” I responded. I wasn’t convinced but I accepted he was right.
I went in the bathroom brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Then I stripped down to my panties and pulled on a t shirt. I looked in the mirror. The t shirt covered half my ass. The panties were a small pink bikini style. I always liked pretty underwear. They made me feel special.
I walked out of the bathroom and to bed. I felt terribly exposed. The feeling scared me, but there was something else. I was excited. I kept thinking someone would see me. There was a thrill to the idea of being caught. I walked to the bed, bent down and pulled the covers back. I stood up and climbed into bed. As I did I looked outside. Brandon was looking straight at me.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d been caught. You figured I’d be embarrassed, but I surprised myself. I felt a naughty thrill. Nobody had seen me in my underwear except my husband, daughter, and mom, since I was 17. I closed my eyes. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My mind was racing, I’d been caught. Brandon saw me.
Then I started to wonder. Did he like what he saw? What if I grossed him out. Who wants to see some 37 year old woman in her underwear. I tried to close my eyes, but I kept watching Brandon. He leaned over and said something to Carlie. They both looked at my window. Carlie whispered something to Brandon. I wondered what they were saying.
They returned to their conversation. I tried to sleep. Did my daughter now know Brandon saw me? Did she see me? What did she think. The whole time I’m thinking this my pussy was tingling.
Shortly after, the kids all headed to sleep and Jim followed me to bed. I watched him change into his gym shorts. I looked outside to see if anyone noticed. They didn’t. They had all headed to bed. As he slid in next to me I kissed him, Not the good night kiss, the, I want to make love, kiss. He knew the difference.
Under the covers hand slid under my shirt to my breast. I moaned softly. Twenty years and I still loved his touch. Ok, I know this will sound silly, but we got married at 18. We knew very little about sex. After two years I kinda thought there must be more to sex. I, very shyly, bought some books on sex.
The first thing I did was learn to masturbate. I loved the feeling. In the beginning I think I did it two to three times a day. After I was comfortable I started showing Jim how to touch me. At first he was a little worried about where I learned this stuff. I finally had to show him the book.
He asked if he could read it and between both of us, we learned a lot. The first time he went down on me I was scared, however once he started I was no longer scared. I loved it. I couldn’t wait to go down on him to show him how fantastic it was. When he came I swallowed every drop. I loved it.
I tell you this because sex between us is pretty good, although after twenty years it had become a bit matter of fact.