“Never know. She might,” I said, deciding I wasn’t going to tell her that she’d already seen it. THAT fight I didn’t want to start.
“Go on. I have to finish this,” she said, pushing me back further and then pulling her panties up. “Damn! I’m going to be leaking you all night!” she said as she bent to step out of her dress and push the pantyhose all the way off. “Bring me something to wear too, will you?” she said as she tossed me her dress and bra.
“Sure,” I said, walking down the hall with my pants held up around my thighs. I tossed the dress on the bed and then stepped over and pulled the bra from within the dress. It wasn’t even close to one of the regular heavily padded ones she usually wears to keep her rather large nipples from showing through the dresses. She always said it was embarrassing to have her nipples show if they got chilled or anything. This bra would most certainly allow that, the thin lace cups clearly not up to the job of hiding them.
I stripped and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of Under Armor workout shorts. I walked to her dresser and pulled out some of her spandex workout pants and a shirt. I picked up the sports bra laying on top of her dresser and then grinned to myself, dropping it back where I found it. I walked out to the kitchen, pausing to watch her for a few moments, finishing dinner in nothing but a pair of panties with a very definitely wet crotch.
“Here you go,” I said, holding the pants and shirt out for her when she noticed me standing and watching her.
“Having fun watching?” she asked, walking over for the clothes I was holding out for her.
“I was,” I nodded, as she took the clothes from me. She set them on the counter and then dug through them.
“No bra?”
“Just figured you wouldn’t mind not wearing it this once.”
She looked at me for several seconds. “Okay. I won’t,” she said as she tossed the shirt on the table. She stepped to me and pushed my shorts down. She tugged on the waistband of my briefs. “Guess you wouldn’t mind not wearing these then, just this once,” she said with a naughty grin. “Hope you don’t mind showing Denise your hard-on, cuz you know damn well what’s gonna happen if I don’t wear a bra.”
I knew exactly what would happen if she didn’t wear a bra and her tits were bouncing around. Just having had sex or not, I was damn well going to end up with a boner that would be all the more obvious in the thin workout shorts.
“In fact, I insist!” she said, reaching her other hand to my hip and pushing them down. “You take these off and I’ll go without the bra in that shirt.”
“You sure about that?”
“I insist!” she said with a naughty grin on her face.
I took my shorts and briefs off and then pulled my shorts back on while she watched. I couldn’t help but get a partial hard-on just thinking about what was going to happen. Was that bad?
She dressed in her spandex top and knee length pants and then we sat down to dinner, her nipples poking the top out obviously.
We finished dinner and then retired to the family room to watch TV until Diane came over, IF she came over after walking in on us. Unlike normal, my wife didn’t sit down at her end of the sofa, instead she sat on the oversized recliner that was “mine” squeezing in with me and pressing herself against me. She wrapped one of my arms around her shoulders and pulled my hand down to her chest as she got comfortable. My fingers rested on her left breast, and my fingers were soon teasing slowly over and around her spandex covered nipple. I guessed she didn’t mind since she slipped her hand into my shorts and was playing with my dick at the same time. It was almost like she WANTED me to have a hard-on when Diane came over. If that was her intent, she succeeded.
Somehow thinking that my wife was intentionally trying to show off my hard-on to her friend made it impossible to get it to go down. I could tell it was horribly obvious and I saw Diane looking at it frequently as we stretched. Of course my wife’s tits wiggling around in the spandex shirt every time she bent or twisted didn’t help. I swore she was intentionally wigging her chest to MAKE them move. It was my night to run on the elliptical while my wife rode the stationary bike. The two machines were set next to each other in the room, so as she rode, I could easily see her tits wiggle around. I could also see her round ass wiggle side to side with each pedal stroke. My mind drifted to a thought that had come all too often when we worked out together, pulling my wife’s pants down as she was bent over on the bike and sticking ‘ol mister happy’ into her, which did little to make ‘mister happy’ take a nap. No, he stayed quite hard making a significant tent in my shorts as Diane slowly walked around us, encouraging us to push harder, which brought all the wrong images to mind. Normally I did get a hard-on watching my wife work out, but with briefs to keep it corralled it wasn’t exactly a problem. Today that wasn’t the case and each time she walked past me I could see her eyes flick down to my dick and a little smile creep to her lips.
I knew she had to have seen it pumping into my wife earlier. I also felt like my wife was intentionally trying to flash me, or at least keep me interestingly hard, for Diane. I was tempted to just pull down my shorts and let her get another look! True I wasn’t thinking with my brain at that point, but I also knew that there was no way I was going to be cheating on my wife. It hadn’t happened in forty years, and it wasn’t about to happen now. That didn’t stop me from noticing that Diane’s nipples were hard and poking out HER shirt!