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Spying on the wife

A long time ago, when I was a young man, an accidental occurrence changed my life. It was just after dark on a cool fall evening as I was walking up the slope behind my trailer when I glimpsed movement in the bedroom. The curtains covering the bay window, which made up the rear of the trailer, were not closed all the way and it was through a small opening that I had seen the movement. As I drew closer I could see that it was my wife Donna moving around in the room. It crossed my mind to peek through the gap in the curtains and see what she was doing.

When I got close enough, I could see that Donna was standing, with her back to me, in front of the full length mirror mounted on the back of the bedroom door. She was wearing a yellow string bikini and there were several other swimsuits on the bed next to her. Donna was adjusting the ties to make the top fit her breasts better. The neck tie adjustment made the top ride up so that the bottoms of her breasts were exposed. She tugged the top down but when she let go, it rode up again. I heard her say “shit” as she released the knot holding the top up. The two yellow bits of fabric dropped to her belly, only held up by the string now around her waist.

I guess at this point I should tell you what Donna looks like. She is barely five feet tall with short coal black hair framing her face. Donna has spectacular breasts {32 DD} with almost red responsive nipples that tilt up. She has a 28 inch waist that flares to a 34 inch heart ...

... shaped ass. She was a basketball cheerleader in high school and works to maintain that tight body. I was in lust when I married her.

I moved a little to the side so that I would have an unobstructed view of Donna’s reflection as well as her back. She was fiddling with the tiny patch of cloth covering her pubes, pulling it this way and that. Apparently satisfied, she turned so that she could look over her shoulder and see the reflection of her ass in the mirror. Donna maneuvered the bikini bottom until she was satisfied that it was centered on the crack of her butt. With her facing me, I could see pubic hair peeking out in stark contrast to the yellow of the bikini bottom. Donna pulled the top around, untied the knot and tossed it on the bed. She did the same thing with the bottoms and stood there naked; staring at herself in the mirror. Her nipples began to harden and my cock did as well.

Two one piece swimsuits were tried on and discarded after Donna examined the front and rear views of herself in them. Neither suit allowed her to conceal her black pubic hair no matter how she tried to position the suit. The last suit looked like something Annette Funicello wore in one of her beach movies. It was quickly discarded.

Donna’s next suit was another one piece. As she stepped into this one I could see that it had two strips of clothe about three inches wide that constituted the front. I watched as she adjusted the suit so that it made a vee in the front with the two strips ...