Wife's Cleavage

Of course my wife's cleavage was quite clearly on display, and no doubt attracting a lot of attention, although to be fair the other wives were showing a little cleavage of their own, with one woman in a scoop necked t-shirt with just the barest hint of upper cleavage showing, and another wearing a light blouse, unbuttoned dow to where it showed a healthy glimpse of cleavage as well. But it was my wife's cleavage, with s shirt that was loosely tied together, that threatened to spill out into full revelation as she moved about and laughed with the others.

Now, a wife's cleavage can only be a harbinger of other good things to come, there is so much more to what lies within a woman's blouse than just the cleavage, or lack of cleavage I suppose. Always, always cleavage promises and tantalyzes us with the hint of hidden tits, and nipples to be sought out.

I watched as they played horseshoes, wondering briefly whose cabin I was momentarily taking refuge in, but not worrying too much, figuring I'd comeup with an explanation for my presence if someone came in, and kept watching the activity outside.

My wife's boss made a lively teammate for her, and his congratulatory high five after scoring a point or making a doog toss rapidly turned into hugs, which featured a quick grope of my wife whenever he managed to ctach her turned away from the others. His hands slipped over my wife's cleavage, and dipped inside to caress her braless tits on mor than one occasion, and the whole game took on a rowdier, and more spirited complexion with the others as well. I didn't know which couple were which, but a general aura of flirtation and sexiness seemed to be suddenly rampant, with a bit of a spirit of each trying to outdo the others.

It may have been my imagination, but I thought that the woman with the blouse has showing a bit more cleavage, perhaps a button or two had accidentally come undone, whereas the woman in the t-shirt was a little limited with what she could show, especially since she alone wore a bra under her clothes, but she seemed the most openly flirtatious of them all, my wife included.

Then of course, my wife's boss began to lose his inhibitions about the other's seeing him sliding his hands across my wife's breasts, and it quickly became a game where he would grope her to the hoots and hollers and "ooooohhhhhs" of the other players. Once when my wife was preparing to toss a horseshow, she came up behind her and slipped a hand into a shirt, caressing her breast, to "distract" her.

This continued for quite a while, my wife being openly felt up by her boss as I watched, her tits and cleavage threatening to spill out of her loosely tied together shirt at any moment, until, at last, her boss simply had her stand still for a moment, and untied the shirt completely, leaving my wife wearing a completely untied shirt that did nothing more than loosely hide her unfettered breasts from view, and not even that when it was her time to pitch a horseshoe. As she would draw back her arm to toss, the shirt would flutter open each time, revealing her luscious tits in a brief, riveting glance that was met with great appreciation and amusement by the other players. My wife just smiled, and looked pleased with the attention, and made no effort to retie her top..

Posted: Friday 28th October 2005, 9:28 AM

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