Cowboyglory 2

So, this isn’t really my confession It is my wife’s. Only she doesn’t know I’m sharing this. When we got married my good little Mormon wife was NOT a virgin. In fact she had had sex with a couple of guys. Over the years I have been able to get bits and pieces of her adventures out of her and now I have a pretty good picture of what happened. Here are those first two stories.

So, in High school my wife was in the orchestra. The summer after her sophomore year she was invited to go on a trip to Europe with a group of orchestra students from around the state. It was quite expensive but her parents agreed to pay for it. She had a friend from her high school that was going as well so at least she would know someone on the trip. Luckily the girl from her high school ended up being her travel buddy and roommate everywhere they stayed. Of course, there were rules and chaperones along to keep the kids safe and from breaking the rules.

So, one night as they were in Austria (I think). Her roommate says “Lets sneak out and go get some ice cream”. It seemed harmless enough. So my wife agreed. They snuck out of their hotel and down the street to a place that had ice cream. There they were waiting in line for ice cream and these two college age guys come up behind them. There is an obvious language barrier but these guys start to flirt a bit with them. They end up paying for the girls’ ice creams and invite them back to their apartment. So, off to the apartment go these two naive high school Mormon girls. Once they get in the apartment they kinda pair off and my wife’s friend goes off into one of the bedrooms with one of the guys. There she is, sitting on the couch with this guy she doesn’t know and can’t really talk to either. They try and make small talk for a few minutes. Then they can hear some noises from the bedroom. My wife’s guy gets a sly grin on his face and puts his finger up to his mouth letting her know to be quiet. They tip toe over to the door to the bedroom and they don’t hear anything. So, he slowly and quietly cracks the door open. My wife is shocked to see her friend laying on the bed, wearing only her panties while this half naked guy is sucking on one of her breasts.

They quietly close the door and go back to the couch giggling. That is when my wife’s guy makes his move and they start kissing. She likes it. It is exciting. She is only 16 and has only kissed one guy. But it wasn’t like this. They are full on making out. Even though my wife knows it’s wrong, she is a teen and is getting super horny. So, when he grabs her breast she doesn’t stop him. Quickly her shirt and bra are off and she is really liking his touches. She pulls his shirt off and likes the feel of his skin on hers. After a few minutes he slides a hand down inside of her pants and she is almost paralyzed by it. She can hardly move. It feels so good and it’s at this point that she knows they are going to have sex. Because there is just no way she could stop him now. She doesn’t want to stop him. And just like that, a couple of minutes later she is naked and he stands up and strips naked and then crawls between her 16 year old, spread, Mormon legs and I’m sure he doesn’t know it but he takes her virginity just like that.

She never asked her friend for details but she is sure that she had sex with the other guy as well. When she got home of course the guilt caught up to her and she confessed to her Bishop. Her parents found out what had happened and they became the Nazi parents. She had early curfews and so many rules on dating. They were overly oppressive and that leads to the second time she had sex before we were married.

The time had finally come when she could move out of the house and get some freedom and out from under the thumb of her parents. A few weeks before she started school at Utah State she drove by herself to Logan to attend the Freshman orientation. After the orientation she was walking down the street to where she had parked (she had parked at the apartment complex she would be staying at after paying her deposit and signing her contract), past some apartments. There were some guys sitting out on one of the balconies and they called to her as she walked past. Come up here and talk to us! they said. She liked the attention so she did. They were actually a few of the guys from the football team. So, they were athletic and full of self confidence and pretty cute. She talked to them for a few minutes. Told them she was a freshman and would be moving to Logan in a few weeks. They invited her to a party they were having the first weekend after school started. There was a home game that day and the game was during the day so the party was that night. She told them she would be there and left and went home.

My wife, Natalie and I, were getting ready to go to dinner and a movie to celebrate our anniversary. She told me that she had a surprise for me and to wait in the living room, that she would be out in a few minutes.

I sat in the living room, wondering if I was going to be treated to a show. I didn’t have to wait long. Natalie appeared from the bedroom wearing a yellow silk dress. It was a very thin, flowing dress with a hemline that started halfway up her thighs and the neckline descended deeply between her breasts. It was not the movement of her breasts that clued me in that she was not wearing a bra. It was the faint shadows of her nipples through the fabric that hinted at the missing garment. Her legs were bare, opting to leave her pantyhose behind also, clearly she opted to spend the evening without her garments on.

I let out a long whistle of approval.

“I’m glad you like it,” she breathed sexily. “You don’t think it’s too much.”

“No, it’s definitely not too much,” I replied, trying to see if she was even wearing panties under the thin silk.

She did a quick spin and her hemline flew up and confirmed my suspicions. All she was wearing was the dress and her yellow strappy sandals. I felt that my pants were suddenly too tight. It was going to be a fun night.

It was an unusually warm evening, so Natalie decided against a sweater or wrap. Just her and the silk. I opened the door and we walked out into the sunlight. As soon as she stepped into the sun, I could see that the material of her dress looked even sheerer. I could see the light pink of her nipples contrasted against her pale skin and the faintest hint of her auburn racing stripe. Happy Anniversary indeed.

I opened the car door for her and she swung her legs in. Always the lady. By the time I rounded the car and got in, she had pulled her dress out from under her so that she was sitting with her bare ass against the seat. She had a huge grin on her face and I knew that she was feeling frisky. I quickly pulled out in the street and within five minutes we were on the freeway. I had the sunroof open and the windows down causing a lot of wind in the car. Natalie’s dress kept blowing around and periodically would flash a delightful expanse of bare thigh. The top of her dress was very loose fitting and the wind likewise played havoc with her neckline. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road with the repeated fleeting glimpses of my wife’s anatomy. We drove for a while, Natalie pretending not to notice her dress misbehaving. We made small talk, as she kept her eyes straight ahead, even when I began creeping up on a big truck.

I know. It’s the oldest cliché in the book. Wife flashes trucker. But when presented with the opportunity, I wanted to see what she would do.

When we approached it, the wind coming off the truck blew Natalie’s dress even more and lifted the right side of her dress exposing her right leg from her hip down. She was sitting with her hands in her lap, so nothing too intimate was showing, but her entire hip was uncovered almost to her pubic hair so you could tell she was not wearing panties. She did not miss a word of her small talk, but I could see her sneaking glances over at me to see if I was watching. I was.

We pulled even with the driver, just as he glanced down into the car. He saw my wife sitting with her entire right leg exposed up past her hip. She sat looking straight ahead, but never breaking her train of thought. Every few seconds the wind would whip her dress over and cover her up, only to flip it back again and bare her hip and the side of her ass cheek to the truck driver. For the next few miles, the truck driver paced us, watching the wind play peek-a-boo with my wife’s thigh. The whole time, Natalie kept her hands in her lap preventing her dress from exposing too much. She knew what she was showing and she was enjoying it.

Eventually traffic picked up and the truck fell away behind us. Natalie’s breathing had gotten quicker and more ragged. A blush had crept across her face and down her neck. Most of the traffic we passed could not see into our car, but any pickup trucks or big rigs have no trouble seeing if they wanted to. Natalie just sat there and let the wind have its way with her dress. We pulled even with a rather large pickup truck with huge tires.

Natalie took a quick peek to see if the driver was looking, then she lifted her hands to brush her flyaway hair from her eyes. As soon as she moved her hands, the wind lifted her dress up to her stomach. Her pale thighs and red pubic stripe was exposed to the truck driver. She looked strangely prim sitting there, knees together but exposed to the waist. I saw the truck swerve slightly as he stared at my half naked wife. I decided that distracting the driver of such a large truck was not the safest thing and accelerated away.

Natalie’s breathing was much quicker and her cheeks were very flushed. Smiling, she replaced her hands on her naked thighs, without readjusting her dress. The wind continued to whip her dress around, but with her hands in her lap, it was prevented from covering her naked things.

We drove the last few miles with her dress pulled up past her waist, but there were no more tall trucks. We took our exit and pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I leaned over and gave her a long, deep kiss and slipped my hand inside her neckline. I caressed her breast and she let out a quiet moan. She loves it when I touch her breasts. She can cum simply from me sucking her nipples.

The Remodel: This is a true story that I have wanted to share, now that Tumblr has some life breathing back into it, I will post this bizarre story. My daughter in laws parents were engaged in a major remodel. They reached out to me and asked if I could help in anyway with supplies and materials. I reached out to my DIL’s mother and asked how I could help. She asked if I had any information or catalogs to share. My DIL mother is an attractive woman, mid 50’s, has a nice body and does a good job holding it together. I offered if she wanted to pick, up the catalogs, she asked if I could drop them by the house, hmmmm. I thought it was strange request from the Primary President and former Bishop’s wife. When I took them by the house, the house was a mess! Jane looked pretty good! She had yoga pants on, and a T shirt but I could tell she had no bra underneath, but did have her garments on. We visited and I left the information. When she asked about the flooring, I did say, “Depends on the direction you go, I hear length matters.” It hung out there forever and I thought I went too far. After what felt like forever she replied, “It does and always will”

Fast forward a few weeks. Jane asked if I could stop by and view the progress and have any input. I told her I could come by whenever she needed me. She gave me a time and I went over. When she came to the door again she had on yoga pants and this time a white T shirt, no bra but again her garments were on. She showed me the progress (if any) and asked for a few suggestions on color and style. I was standing behind her while she was showing me where the new chair was going to go, as she bent over at the waist her ass bumped up against me. I took a quick step back and then so did she! This time I held my ground and let her push back into my crotch. She made the comment while bent over, “can you see how it is going to fit” I took a deep breath and pushed my hips forward and said, “I think it will fit perfectly" She stood up turned around and said, “someday I would like to see it fit in that space!” Her nipples had become erect and were showing themselves through her white T shirt. I think we both lost our nerve and stepped apart. I thanked her for letting me see how things were coming along and offered my help anytime. The next week, sure enough the text came, “hey moving along wanna see something” That left me wondering and I replied yes. Same time as the week before I stopped over. She opened the door and had on light blue yoga pants and a button shirt, Jane looked really good! From what I could see she did not have her garments on this time. The yoga pants fit every curve and looked great. The third button was undone on the shirt and I could see the cleavage of her large breast. Again, the tour showed very little progress. This time I asked, “did the new chair arrive?“ She said, "no but we have moved some things around” I suggested we maybe go see if it will still fit in the space she has. She nervously smiled and said, “Let’s do that” We went over to the same area and repeated the same as the week before. Jane bent over and said, “Here, same space as last week.” As she bent over in those yoga pants I stepped behind her once again Jane pushed back into my hardening cock. She took a breath and said, “With everything in the way how do we know if it will fit?” She stood up turned around looked me in the eye and said, “Holy shit”. Jane took a small step towards me and unzipped my pants, her shaking hands reached into my jeans and pulled out my hard penis. I asked if size did mater and measure up? She said, “looks good to me, it’s been so long since I have seen a penis or felt one it was great. It doesn’t seem as long as her husbands but thicker” she said. She continued to stroke it with her hands. I asked what she wanted to do with it. She said, "I don’t know!” and laughed. “I am shocked at myself that I am holding another man’s penis in my hands” To help move things along I reached out and unbuttoned her shirt, sure enough no G’s. I think she wore her “pretty” bra but that bra needed some help. I squeezed her breast as her breathing quickened. I reached around and undid her bra releasing her tits. WOW! Large and heavy and huge pink nipples. We moved to the loveseat in the area and I laid her down and sucked and caressed her nipples to the point they could cut glass, now I know why they poked through garments and a T shirt the week before. I began

to work my way down her body reaching the waistband of her yoga pants, as I got to the top of the yoga pants and began to roll them down she asked, “what are you doing?!” I said I wanted to taste her and lick her pussy. She sat up and said, “I have NEVER had that done before, what are you doing?!!” I asked her what she wanted to do. She stood up, turned around spread her legs and asked that I push my penis into her “area” while she kept the yoga pants on. I lowered my pants and garments and did as she asked. She reached around and guided the head of my cock to the wet spot on the yoga pants. She dry humped me like we were in high school. Soon I told her I was going to cum, she increased the pace and motion of her hand. Soon I shot my load all over her “area” wetting even more her yoga pants. She jumped up handed me a towel, kissed me and said, “you have to leave” I did think oh crap what a mess I have gotten myself into! A few days later I got a text saying, “I am trying to wrap my head around what happened a few days ago, but I have a question. What were you going to do to me? I texted back that I was going to give her oral sex. I was going to use my tongue and fingers on her clitoris and other areas. She texted back, do women like that? I said YES. She asked what she needed to do. I said have a clean pussy and let me do my thing and RELAX. She texted and said, "That isn’t going to happen, but I wanted to know.” I replied a disappointed “okay” Another few days went by and I heard nothing. On the week anniversary of cumming on her yoga pants I got a text. “Do you want to come over?” I asked if she was sure. She said no but I could come over if I wanted to. I was in the driveway in 10 minutes. She opened the door, Light Blue yoga pants, and white T shirt. Hair, make up, Jane looked GREAT. This time she held my hand and said, “I am scared, feel guilty but I am so horny and so turned on. My husband and I have no sexual relations at all.” This time she asked if I wanted to come to her bedroom. We walked to her bedroom and she closed the door. I have showered and cleaned myself the best I can, this oral sex thing in my “area” seems weird to me, but I am too curious and I want to try it. As she kissed me I slid my hands under her t shirt, not G’s, no bra just those terrific tits. I squeezed and rolled her nipple in my hands. I lifted the T shirt over her head and laid her back on the bed. I stood over her and began to pull her yoga pants off, she grabbed them at first and then let go. I asked are you okay with this? Jane had her eyes closed and nodded yes. I tugged them off to see a bush that I don’t think has ever been trimmed. But still a pussy. I knelt down slowly opened her legs and began to pull the hair apart and find her lips and clit. I started slowly and gently. She did smell good and tasted good too. I told her to relax. I focused on her clit and slid a finger inside her, as I did she gasped. She was SO wet. I found her G spot on began to move my fingers like I was asking her to come. She began to shake and her legs began to twitch. She grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy. I told her to squeeze her own breasts and play with her nipples. She shuddered and moaned and took deep breaths. After 15 minutes or so she could take no more. I stood up and dropped my pants and G’s. Again she asked what I was doing. I said, “I told her I wanted to have sex with her”. Again she said, “No!” I asked what I was to do with my rock hard dick. She sat up and began to jerk me off. She told me she wanted me to make a “mess” on her “boobs” I waited for her to put it in her mouth or lick it, no way. Soon enough I sprayed my load all over her boobs and nipples. We laid next to each other. She told me she was now “converted to oral sex” She loved it, never had orgasms like that before in her entire life. I asked “are you going to get your husband to do that to you?” Her response, “no that is now your job now”

My wife Natalie, and I were going to go grocery shopping several weeks ago. Before our anniversary celebration. As usual, I was waiting for her to get ready. When she finally came downstairs, I had to do a double take. What I saw was clearly against all the church teaches about modesty. Clearly she wasn’t wearing her garments. She was dressed in the shortest skirt I have ever seen her wear. It was denim and very loose and flouncy. The waistband of the skirt was very low across her hipbones, showing a lot of bare stomach. The hem of the skirt barely covered her ass cheeks as she stood still. She was also wearing one of my old white t-shirts, which was very threadbare. I could just make out the shadow of her nipples through the worn cloth.

She giggled as she saw my reaction. “I thought you would like this,” she said as she ran her hand across the front of my pants. She was right.

“Are you going out like that?” I was finally able to ask.

“Do you want me to?” Her eyes had that playful look that she usually reserved for the bedroom. “Do you want me to be seen like this in public?”

I thought carefully for a moment. This could be dangerous. It has always been my fantasy for my wife to show off in public, but even though she knew this, she had always dressed very conservatively. It has caused a few fights in the past. Natalie didn’t understand why I would want other people to look at her. I needed to choose my response delicately in case she was just joking, I didn’t want to re-start a fight. Was she just teasing or would she really consent to going out in public like that?

I must have been standing there, contemplating the situation for too long, because she turned on her heel, “Fine I will go change,” and started back up the stairs.

“No wait,” I called after her. “You look incredible, any man would be crazy to not want to be seen with someone as sexy as you.”

She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. “You almost blew it.” Then she kissed me on the cheek, “Get your keys.”

My heart skipped a beat as she bounced past me, her breasts jiggling under the thin shirt. I caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt and my only thought was, “Is she wearing panties?”

I quickly set the alarm and ran after her. Her legs looked very naked stretching up from her sandals to where her thighs disappeared under the skirt. My question was answered as she slid into the car. Her smooth thighs gave way to a sparse strip of close-cropped red hair that sat nestled atop her moist slit. No panties after all. She grinned and made no move to cover herself.

“Why? I mean what prompted you to dress like this,” I asked openly staring, my throbbing erection testifying my approval. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but why now?”

“I know that you want me to dress sexier, and I just thought I would give it a try. Who knows, if I like it maybe I will do it more often. The grocery store seems like a safe place and it shouldn’t be very crowded this time of night.” It seemed so surreal, sitting there talking to my normally conservative wife, while she was dressed so sexy. She was sitting very properly, knees together, hands folded neatly across her lap. In stark contrast, her skirt was riding across the top of her thighs, her red pubic hair openly exposed to me. Each bump we hit in the road caused her breasts to bounce deliciously under her t-shirt. Her nipples betrayed her arousal. It was an unusually warm night, and I had the air conditioner going. Even so, a light sheen of sweat glistened across her skin causing the fabric to stick to her breasts. Not quite creating a wet t-shirt, but making it very revealing none-the-less.

As we pulled up to the store, she self-consciously pulled the hem of the skirt down and glanced nervously around the parking lot. I parked away from the lights in the back half of the lot. She had been right, the place was nearly deserted, only a few cars. I got out and walked around the car and opened her door. She looked around, took a deep breath and swung her leg out. Her skirt pulled up a little, but that was enough to allow me another tantalizing look between her legs.

“You’re going to have to be careful or you are going to give some lucky guy a treat.”

She looked at me innocently, sitting halfway in the car, her legs slightly spread, “Is that bad?”

“I don’t exactly know what has gotten into you,” I said as she pulled herself from the car. “But, I like it.”

“I don’t quite understand why you like this sort of thing, but if it excites you keep your eyes open big boy, you’re in for a treat.” She traced her fingers across me chest and left a quick kiss lingering on my cheek. Her hips swayed with each step, making the hem of her skirt play peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks. I ran to catch up, as she entered the store.

The grocery store, like the parking lot, was all but deserted, just a few employees and a handful of patrons throughout the store. I pulled up beside Natalie and noticed that the air conditioning was having a very noticeable effect on her. Her nipples were small bullets, and I could almost make out the color of her aureolas under the thin white fabric. She looked down and blushed furiously. To her credit did not try to cover herself, even when the teenaged stock boy walked by and almost walked into a display of canned corn. His eyes and mouth, both wide open. I walked closer to her, and whispered in her ear, “Did you see that? He was looking right at you.”

“He wasn’t looking at looking at me. I am old enough to be his…” she paused for a second with a glint in her eye, “older sister.”

“Are you kidding? Of course he was looking at you. You are a wet dream walking,” I told her. “He is probably going to go in the back and think about you for a few minutes in the bathroom, if you know what I mean.”

“Do you really think so?” The surprise in her voice was real. It was a discussion we often had; she did not think that she was extraordinarily attractive. If she only knew. Maybe after tonight, she would.

Natalie looked after the stock boy as he made his way down one of the aisles. He was walking in that patented ‘I have a hard-on I am trying to hide’ walk. She giggled quietly into my ear, “Only one way to find out. Watch this.” Then she bounced down the aisle after stock boy, her walk distinctly playful.

I caught up to them in the frozen food aisle. Natalie was reaching into one of the freezers looking at the ice cream. Her admirer was pretending to rearrange the frozen peas but his eyes never left her backside, which was just hiding under the hem of her skirt. The teenager looked at little nervous at my approach, but not nervous enough to miss the show. He tried a little harder to rearrange the peas, but I could still see him sneaking glances at Natalie. All three of us froze when Natalie dropped a box of ice cream bars. It was quite comical; none of us knew what to do. The stock boy looked at Natalie expectantly through the foggy freezer door, Natalie looked at me for approval, and I of course gave it with a quick nod. Very slowly, she bent over. Her breathing got a little labored and a flush spread across her cheeks and neck.

The hem of her skirt rose as she bent lower, climbing slowly over the back of her thighs and then up the lower curve of her ass. The stock boy stopped pretending to stack peas and stared openly. The lower half of her goose bumped ass cheeks were exposed to the frigid air. I could see the faint tan lines from her laying out last summer. She continued to bend down, exposing more of her backside, until she was completely bent over at the waist. Almost all of her delicious butt was on display to this stranger and me. I could just make out some red pubic hair sticking out from between her thighs. She held this pose for almost ten seconds, fumbling with the dropped box.

The stock boy caught me looking at him. He quickly closed his freezer door and walked quickly down the aisle toward the back of the store. Natalie stood up, her eyes looked wild and her breathing was very ragged.

“Did you see the look on his face when I bent over?” she asked breathlessly.

“I thought he was going to cum in his pants,” I told her hugging her tightly.

“He had an erection.” Her voice sounded excited and aroused. “It looked pretty big.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. “I need you to take me home and screw me.” She was hot now and I wanted to see how far she would go.

“All in due time,” I told her. “I want you ready for me. It looks like this little show has you pretty excited.”

“Are you kidding, I am so hot its just about running down my legs. I didn’t think that I would get this excited from a stranger seeing my butt, but just look at me.”

“He saw more than that,” I laughed pulling her toward the back of the store and the deli counter.

Her eyes got wide, “Do you think he saw my…”

“From the look on his face, he got a pretty good glimpse of the promised land,” I told her.