BREAST WISHES!
Prologue.
Have you ever done something for a prank, then almost right away, wished you hadn’t?.
This is just such a case I thought it was funny, but my wife didn’t!, well, at least not for a while after. I was serving in the RAF at the time. please allow me to set the scene for you.
For a while, Sue had been meaning to hire the skills of a well known local window cleaner, so she could get them done properly, once and for all in a job lot. She hated dirty windows most of all, and We had spoken about it often, so I agreed for her to call him in. I didn’t much care for housework, it was up to her, I was paying anyway. i had a bit of a childish attitude in those days, the real truth is, i didn't really deserve Sue at all.
“Do what you want dear!”.
Nothing less then brilliant would suffice for her, which is an admiral quality in any normal house wife. At times I was very impressed in how far she would go, in anything to achieve her goals, weather it was for plain old cleanliness, or even sexual purposes.
She was a un-tamed Lioness in bed!…..but I was always the big alpha male Tiger!.
This all happened many Moons ago.
Once upon a time, one afternoon, a long time ago, at about 2pm, I had just come down stairs from spending the early part of the day in bed, because I had been sleeping off a very long winded, and tiring late night duty, which had begun 8am the previous day, and I had worked around the clock about one and a half times, without any sleep. I was knackered from running around, bowing to all the Sobs (officers!) whims, on their annual summer ball.
It was the one day of the year when all of our trusting leaders of men, whom were also referred to as gentlemen!, along with their wags became animals and stupid, and let me tell you, they were worse then us normal folk, especially the wags!. (wives and girl friends!) If it were us normal servicemen doing what they were doing, we would be facing courts-marshals, but apparently it was OK for them, and they were the ones whom made up all the rules, and some of them were quite highly ranked, ie Wing Commanders!, Squadron Leaders!, etc, etc, they were all up to no good at some point, during the course of that night.
For instance, I couldn’t help watching at least one couple, sharing a hectic knee trembler up against the back of my glass wash marquee, which was almost right in front of me. boy, didn't they make the glasses rattle, and at their moment of bliss some even fell and smashed onto the floor.
I don’t think they saw me!, too busy banging away, I suppose!.
One learned to be tactful in that one off environment, because I knew that woman wasn’t his wife!, or at least the person that he had arrived with, and I also knew that I had just seen his real wag, on her back on the grass, pissed out of her box, looking for all comers, with her Tits freely flopping about on display and also covered in parts with bright Red strawberry trifle, whilst I had been out on my glass collection rounds. God how us lads wanted to take her somewhere, and lick them nice and clean for her. she was so pissed, that she would never had known if we had.
I could have made a few quid in black mail money alone that night!, but I was blind and tactful, when I needed to be, who cares get it while you can, is what I say. But these were our Officers. But that is another story.
My hands were still stinging from washing over a thousand glasses.
I was still half asleep, and bleary eyed, which is a bit like jet lag!, but without the plane ride, and if you know of that feeling, then you will all know exactly what I mean!.
And that excuse would be my only defence, from what was to occur next, which really was an accident….honest!.
Sue, was as usual, humming too herself along to a tune on a nearby radio, totally oblivious to me being there of course!. So I naturally followed her sweet tones into the kitchen, where she was diligently working.
Through my semi hazily eyes, I could see the backs of her sexy smooth legs protruding from just below the hem’s of one of her sheer mini-skirts!, which she wore mainly to please, and tantalise me with, which always worked.
She always did look good around the house, even in her clothes, although I always preferred her out of them!.
She was midway up a small set of kitchen steps, bending over forward slightly, as if reaching and facing the windows. I could also see the merest suggestion of a pair of White panties. Which gave me an idea for some fun, and I wrongly had assumed that she was all alone, and she had given up any notion’s of hiring a window cleaner after all, thus opting to do them herself, thus saving us some money!. On top she wore a very baggy round the house jumper.
In my semi tired state, that was all that I could see….honest!.
Without knowing it, she had inadvertently set herself up for the prank of a lifetime.
It was suppose to be a harmless one, the sort of thing that couples might do in private, but in the end, it wasn’t so harmless, or private at all.
I had the element of surprise on my side, and it would have been such a shame to ignore such a glorious opportunity. There were lots of pranks carried out between us, and usually our pranks, had a habit of leading to crazy wild, and untamed sex sessions, sometime’s even on the spur of the moment, and often without warning, mostly for revenge!. Hell yeah, sex for revenge, what could be better?.
To us it was just another form of fore-play.
Stealthily, I crept up until I was right behind her, I was so close that I could easily pull down her panties, but I wanted more then that!.
"Why not try and kill all birds with one stone, at the same time,"
I thought.
My boner was pushing so tight against my track suit bottoms, just thinking about what could typically be happening between her and me, within the next few seconds.
Almost every prank in our house was mostly followed by sex.
I was right behind her rear knee joints, I could smell her fragrance!, surprisingly, she still hadn’t sussed me being there yet!. My hard dick was leading the way. I was so excited, if I got this right!, she could soon be trying to rape me in revenge. Yes, I’d go for that everytime!. It would be the perfect start to the rest of our day, and presumably back to bed, but this time both of us!, and sod the damn windows, they could wait.
I selfishly couldn’t!.
“Gotcha!”,
I shouted into one of her ears, then within a split second I had not only tugged her elastic waist skirt and panties to just below her knees at the same time!, but I had also reached up inside of her baggy jumper, and in one swift, one handed upward movement, I had pushed the garment up and over her head, thus rendering her almost momentarily naked.
Playfully, I slapped one of her bum cheeks, as I held out her jumper smiling at her, with one of my knees holding her panties and mini skirt down on her ankles, thinking how clever I had been, waiting for her to turn around and laugh, then jump into my arms, ready for instant sex.
But, it was anything but that.
“Idiot!”.
She shouted at the top of her voice.
The look upon her face, told me that she wanted anything but sex, but to kill me!.
She wrenched my knee away, instantly dropping everything, so she could quickly pull her panties and skirt back up, but by then the deed had been done, along with the main upper damage!. As usual around the house, She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra!, so now she was….topless!.
Within seconds of my ill timed miss deed, I was quickly becoming aware of a 3rd party being close by, eek…..another man!!.
He had been there all of the time, whom was now in the process of choking on his tea in his sudden shock, he had spat it all out over her new nice clean windows, that he had just been working on.
I could hear the sound of a Metallic crash coming from outside in the garden, then a bucket full of dirty water tipped all over the kitchen floor, soaking my socks. A sopping wet chamois hit me square in my face.
“You stupid bastard!”.
I hadn’t heard Sue utter many swear words before, all of a sudden, she was a walking text book of the worst kind!, because now, all hell had broken loose.
“You stupid fucking man!”.
I was quickly being made aware, of what my ill thought up jape had done.
I smiled at her, hoping for a smile back….and perhaps some nice afternoon sex!.
“Don’t you dare smile at me…..you idiot!”.
Sex, was definitely out of the question, at least for the time being!.
For the moment it was total pandemonium, as if a great big piece of Elephants shit had just smashed against the fan. That was until everything became calm, when only then, did I finally understand what I so innocently had done.
Lets pretend that I’m a video recorder, and I am rewinding to before the event occurred.
TEMPORARY REWIND!
She had been up on the steps for a purpose. She had been pointing out all the hideous ground in miniscule dirt particles too the window cleaner, so when I whipped off her jumper, I had inadvertently given the lucky so an so the whole panoramic view of Sue’s firm, and succulent to die for Breasts. Which because of the acute closeness, in relation to where he had been stood, also on top of his ladders!, outside on the other side of the windows!, which were only moments before, full on in his face, as if on an intimate level, not 3 inches away from his mouth.
He could have kissed them, licked them even! and of course, the metallic sound was him falling off his collapsible steps, in total disbelief , and not believing his bloody luck. Thus upsetting the bucket of dirty water.
The chamois in my face, was what Sue had thrown at me, in her initial Red faced embarrassment. She was pin point, and very angry with me, and who wouldn’t be?.
BACK TO THE STORY!
“Whoops, sorry dear!”,
“Oh yes, you certainly look it!”,
My amusement was obvious, and I just couldn’t help, but see the funny side of it, even though I was still so genuinely sorry…honest!.
There was never a bad time to have a look at my wife’s breasts.
accept then, i suppose!!.
“I didn’t know you had company….honest dear!”.
I said, trying to make the situation a little lighter, by helping her down, and giving her back her jumper, as if a sudden cover up would cut any ice with her now,and put the sex back on the menu, but the damage had been done!.
sex!!!, i was lucky to still have my balls intact!.
It was too late, unless he was the worlds first blind as a bat window cleaner, then he had seen everything that I had just inadvertently shown him.
She looked horrified, and confused, as she clutched the jumper up against her beautiful 36 inch Breasts,trying to hide them from his watchful gaze, not knowing what to do next, besides kill me.
I was also shocked, but neither one of us was as shocked as the poor window cleaner, whom must have thought for one brief moment in time, that all of his Christmas’s, and Birthdays, had all come at once, right there and then.
He coughed and spluttered for a while, trying to get himself back together again.
The tea that he had just so rudely spat out was still dribbling down the window unsightly. But once calm had set back in, for some reason, he was only too happy to do them again, but this time for free!.
The End
Take care
bangalore
