Teasing Conversations Pt. 01 - May

I can't remember how the conversation with my wife Christy started, but I can remember the conversation.......... Clearly!

"What did you say?" I asked her, thinking, in fact, assuming, that I'd misheard her.

"Annie Clark showed her breasts off to Mike and Tony," she repeated, grinning, and proving that I hadn't been mistaken.

"You mean Mike Smith and Tony Ford?" I asked, for some reason, them being the obvious two.

"Of course," Christy replied, shrugging her shoulders, as if it was quite normal for Ted Clark's very pretty wife to go around exposing her boobs off to two of my pals.

"You mean she flashed them."

"Not at all," my wife informed me, obviously enjoying my confusion, "She went topless for nearly an hour."

"I don't believe it," I stated, my jealousy coming to the surface. "Who told you?"

"She did," which pretty well knocked any of my doubts on the head.

"When?"

"Half an hour ago, when I went round to take back that dish we'd borrowed."

"No!" I grunted, shaking my head. "When did this all happen. When did she show her boobs off?"

"Saturday afternoon," she grinned at me, knowing that would make me even more jealous. Knowing full well that Mike and Tony were round at Ted's to watch the football, and that I would have been with them if Christy's car hadn't had a puncture.

"Was Ted there? I demanded, "Was he upset?"

"His fault, apparently," was all she offered, knowing that I'd want to know why.

"Why?" Was all that was needed for her to giggle as she spilled the beans and told me, as she was desperate to do.

"Well, apparently, Annie came downstairs when they were waiting for the match to start wearing a T-shirt with no bra underneath," she began, not having to explain to me what that might have looked like with her double D boobs and all.

"And the two lads started flirting with her, saying how gorgeous she looked.

"I can imagine," I sighed, knowing what my two mate's were like. Ok, so what we were all like. "So how did Ted react?"

"Sarcastically," she answered, teasing me.

"Meaning?"

"Well apparently he said that for all the tee shirt was hiding she might as well take it off."

"But he didn't mean it." I pointed out the obvious.

"Of course he didn't mean it," Annie carried on, enjoying telling me what she'd heard. "But Christy took it as an invitation."

"You mean......"

"Exactly," my grinning wife interrupted me. "She just said Ok and whipped her top off."

I sat there silently for a few moments, not sure what to say, as the picture of the lovely Annie Clark standing there with her bare breasts bouncing around flashed into my head.

Silently I cursed my wife's tyre for choosing that morning to go flat. Silently, I berated myself for forgetting to get the spare tyre fixed a week ago. Bugger it!

"Your own fault Dave," Christy reminded me guessing exactly what I was thinking, trying with limited success to not burst out laughing.

"And that's how Annie spent the next while, serving them drinks and nibbles till half time." She managed between giggles.

"What about Ted?" I needed to ask, knowing that like my other mates he wasn't a wimp of any sort.

"Well, according to Annie, he just told the other two they could look all they wanted but no touching, and just sat there."

"Just sat there?" I queried, shaking my head in wonder.

"Well, just sat there watching the football and occasionally at Annie, of course." She explained.

"And the other two?"

"Well, apparently they just sat there watching Annie and occasionally a bit of football?" My wife chuckled.

"And then?"

"At half time, Ted stood up, took Annie by the arm and took her up to their bedroom. By the time they came back down again a couple of hours later, the match was over, the Tv was switched off and the other two had let themselves out."

"And they're Ok? Ted and Annie, that is." I asked.

"Never better," came the reply. "Added spice to their life, I suppose."

"And to Mike and Tony's, as well," I added quietly, the lucky buggers.

At which point the cooker timer went off and the conversation ended, as Christy disappeared into the kitchen to get dinner ready.

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That could have been the end of the conversation, but of course it wasn't, so after dinner when we were again sat comfortably.............

"What made Annie do that?" I asked, eager to find out more.

"Fantasy," Christy replied confidently.

"You mean Ted's fantasy or the other two?"

"Neither," she came back, sounding a touch more serious. "Her fantasy. Annie's fantasy."

"I don't understand,"...... Well, I didn't.

"Oh you men are clueless," she smiled, shaking her head. "Women have fantasies as well, you know."

"About men?"

"Well, sometimes," she sighed, "but that's not the type of fantasy I'm talking about."

All I could do was shrug my shoulders and let her continue.

"Why do you think women wear short skirts, and high heels?" She began. "Why do we wear skimpy tops and tiny bikinis?"

That earned another shrug. Clueless? Maybe?

"Why do you think I wore that short slinky dress to your company dance, without a bra?"

"Because I asked you to?" I ventured, feeling that there was going to be more to it, and remembering how damn sexy she looked, and how I enjoyed my workmate's obvious jealousy; especially my useless boss, that is.

"Partly," my lovely wife agreed. "But mostly because I wanted to. I wanted to show my legs off. I wanted your workmates to admire my bottom, and I wanted them to watch my tits bobbing around when I was dancing."

"Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that," I conceded, grinning as I remembered the attention she'd been getting, and how many guys had asked her to dance with them. Not that she'd accepted all the offers, waiting for me to nod my approval, which my boss didn't get on the two occasions he'd asked her.

"In the pub the other night when I wore that scooped top," she continued, on a roll by then. "Do you really think I wasn't aware that the group of guys sitting next to us weren't peering down my top? I had a job not to laugh when they kept moving around to get a better view."

"Crikey!" I sighed, aware that my wife's breasts were beautiful but a fair bit smaller than Annie's, and that she hadn't worn a bra that evening. I'd caught the odd glimpse of a nipple myself while we sat there, and thinking back, she had seemed to have leant towards those guys a lot when they said something, claiming that she couldn't hear them because of the noise.

Strange, because the pub hadn't really got noisy till much later.

I was indeed seeing a side to my wife that I didn't know existed, and deciding, somewhat spontaneously, that maybe, perhaps, just possibly, I rather liked it.

"And when we were on holiday in the summer......." she began.

"You didn't take much persuasion to take your top off."I finished her sentence for her.

"I thought you'd never suggest it. I was getting impatient."

"It was only the second day," I reminded her.

"Exactly!" She giggled. "I missed out on a whole day showing my boobs off."

I wondered where this was leading. I wondered whether I liked the look of where it might be going.

"But that's not the same as what Annie did, is it?" I pointed out. "We were on holiday, didn't know anybody and there were plenty of other girls on the beach topless."

"Not around the hotel pool, though," her words reminding me of how she'd surprised me, and by no means only me, by being the first to go topless. The hotel pool wasn't exactly very private, being overlooked by the hotel bar and maybe twenty bedrooms. Christy was a bit of a trendsetter, as several other women followed by the end of the week.

The bar must have made a fortune that week.

"Still not the same," I insisted. "What Annie did was somehow different."

"How different," she answered. "More daring perhaps?"

I had to agree with that, of course.

"More exciting? More outrageous? More satisfying? "She added.

"Satisfying?" I queried, remembering that touching wasn't allowed.

"For Annie," she shot back. "Not for Mike and Tony. Annie absolutely loved it. It seems that Ted rather enjoyed it as well, judging by what happened afterwards."

"It sounds as if you're a bit jealous," I risked, unsure where this might lead the conversation.

"Green with envy," Christy shot back, laughing out loud. "It's your turn to have your pals around to see next week's match, isn't it?"

Which sounded more like a leading question than a statement.

"There might be four of them," I warned her. "Alf will probably be back."

"I can't imagine Alf would object," my rather naughty wife replied, her eyes flashing with anticipation, which was undoubtedly true, of course.

"Just looking," I managed to croak, my mouth suddenly going very dry.

"No touching," she added, encouraging me to agree.

"What will Annie say?" I asked, playing for time.

"I've already asked her, and she's agreed to join me." Which wasn't really the question I was asking, and certainly not the answer I was expecting.

It would, however, help me to make my mind up........... Just give me a minute or two.

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The end!

Of course there would be events following that conversation, but I don't suppose any of you are really interested in hearing about that, are you?

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Or are you?????

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Well the match isn't until next Saturday, so if you're quick then you could help me to make my mind up. I'm new to this, so maybe you could give me some expert guidance on how much leeway I should allow her?????