AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
Do you know that I haven't thought about my ex-wife for many a long year, then I was moving house and I came upon some old photographs of her. I had thought that when she left she had taken all of the pictures with her, but not so. I found a few boxes of transparencies and some contact sheets. No much considering I must have taken thousands over the years. Anyway, I scanned these few into my computer and these few images brought back loads of memories and a few questions. Looking back now, from more than twenty years, I realize that it was all my own fault.
When I first met my future wife she was a shy seventeen year old with a very curvy figure, something I was very keen to get my hands on. I was her first lover as she was mine. At first we didn't get it too right, mostly my fault again for I used to come much too quickly. Anyway, after four years, we got married and we found a small flat to live in. As I have said she was very shy, especially about her large bust. I can't remember exactly her measurements but at a guess I would say she was about five foot two with a 34D-26-36 figure and she weighed about 120 pounds. For all the years I had known her she was always on a diet trying to get her weight down below 120. Sometimes she would go up to as much as 130 and sometimes down to 110.
I was very proud of her and encouraged her to be more outward going in her dress. Although her bust was quite large she had the firmness of youth and she didn't really need to wear a bra. So, whenever I could, I would request that she leave hers off, especially around the flat at weekends and even when we went out. We didn't have a lot of spare cash to spend in those early days so buying new clothes was a rare event. I can remember she borrowed her mother's sewing machine and cut up some of her old stuff. One of the first outfits she made was a low-cut sun top made from an old denim waistcoat. I took some pictures of her dressed like that. I was mad keen on photography at the time and had just bought myself a SLR Pentax out of a year's savings. It was a hot sunny day and I was so proud to walk hand in hand with this busty young girl at my side. The guys too were having a good look at her as they passed by.
It's funny but I can remember her outfits more than the locations. One sticks out in my mind. We both had just bought some white jeans and she wore them with a blue denim shirt, not buttoned but tied up loosely under her bust. In truth this exposed her tits less than the earlier sun top but somehow it seemed more exciting. Exposing herself like this would make her randy and, just as soon as we could, we would fuck to a frenzied finish.
At this time she worked for a big airline and we often took advantage of their cheap travel. So time and time again we would find ourselves on some nice beach where she would now happily go topless. We would walk up and down the beach leaving a lot of opened mouthed guys in our wake.
So far so good. Just as long as I was confident that she loved me I was happy to flaunt her to anybody who cared to look. With each outing she become more confident with her own body and now would allow me to take topless pictures of her, firstly on the beach but later anywhere I chose. One of the few trannies I have is of her topless on some un-named beach.
As time went on, say about three years after we were married, I noticed a slight change in her behaviour, I think it suddenly dawned on her that she was indeed a sexy girl and that men liked to look at her. To illustrate this I can remember one holiday we had. We were on a Greek island, I think it was Rhodes. We had come off the beach and were walking around the town. She had put on some jeans over her bikini bottoms and a shirt over her naked tits. We popped into a museum, probably to get out of the midday sun, and there we found a beautiful statue which I was eager to photograph but everywhere there were signs saying that I wasn't allowed to.
"Never mind," my wife said, "I'll go and distract the guard while you take your pictures."
So off she goes and I take half a roll of film of said statue. We met up a few minutes later where I found that she had pulled her shirt loose from her jeans and had completely unbuttoned it; no wonder the guard hadn't come to investigate my flashes. She was very flushed and suggested we go back to our hotel for a bit of afternoon delights before lunch.
Later, over the dinner table, she told me that the guard had followed her from room to room like a puppy, trying to see more and more of her unfettered tits. Then I had arrived and he fled, probably to tell all his mates about the sights he had seen. She now stopped wearing her bras even to work and some of the dresses she wore to parties were down right indecent. Once again it was the dress and not the venue that I remember. It was a white full-length halter style dress, slashed almost to the naval at the front and completely backless. I can remember her making it and trying it on for the first time. She found that every time she moved her tits would fall out. She didn't want to change the cut so she inserted a couple of straps to hold the sides together.
Looking back I suppose I should have been more careful but I was young myself and having such an obviously sexy girl on my arm was a reflection on me too. When we were out during the summer months she would generally wear jeans. Her legs were okay but not her best feature. She now never wore a bra and she would put on a tight t-shirt or an unbuttoned top and think nothing of removing either and lay down to sunbathe in some secluded spot; not that it stayed secluded for long.
To enhance our lovemaking we started to talk dirty to each other. I would tell her things I was going to make her do, she in return would tell me things that had happen to her whilst she was out without me. At the time I just thought they were her fantasies and that she had made them all up but now I'm not so sure. I can only remember a few.
One time she said she was walking back to the car with two carrier bags full of shopping when three youths cornered her and gave her tits a good grope before they ran off. Another time she was at a Christmas staff party when her boss got her alone in an empty office and she ended up giving him a tit-fuck. The best one was when she attended an end of term booze up, she was doing night school at the time. Anyway, she said she had left the pub very drunk and then she spent the next hour on the back seat of a car with three of her fellow students.
At the time these stories were for improving our lovemaking and I didn't for one moment intend to carry through on my threats to force her to fuck all my mates, nor did I believe she had given her boss a tit-fuck or fucked three guys in some deserted lay-by. Mind you, her tit-fucks were something else. I would often come while thrusting between those superb globes. One time when she was very drunk, she confessed to me that she loved giving tit-fucks as it showed that I was in love with her tits; which indeed I was.
More and more she had other things to do without me -- working late, playing squash or going to night school. At the time I didn't query any of it for I trusted her totally, but now I know it was the start of the end for us for she had started to see other guys. Sex was still great and she had come to love posing for me in any stage of undress. She even came and posed for my camera club a couple of times. The first time was a little tame but on the second occasion for the last shots of the evening she put on her newly made bikini. I can remember her asking if they wanted her to take her top off and of course they all shouted yes so she did and she posed for the next half hour without it on; I was never so proud. When I got her home she dragged me straight upstairs and almost ripped my clothes off she was so horny.
When we got married she was working as a lowly typist in the pool. Soon she moved to a survey unit and within a few more years she had become Assistant Manager. Now that was a pretty spectacular rise in her fortune, which leads me to suspect that those tit-fucks might have been more than her fantasies. When she had been given that last promotion she had to dress in a business suit. Now picture this. I can remember her coming home from the office in said suit, longish skirt and jacket, and, on arriving home, she would unbutton her jacket to reveal her naked tits underneath. Now at the time it was a great turn-on for me but she had been like that all day in an office full of young guys. Okay, she look okay on the surface. The jacket wasn't cut particularly low but two buttons was all that kept those beauties concealed.
So take this as a warning guys. Although it was great fun to flaunt her in front of you all, and the sex afterwards was out of this world, just make sure it's you she comes home to every night and doesn't entertain someone else in some lay-by.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
