Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky! - Sex Stories

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

... the liberty to untie the strap around my neck, letting the top of my gown fall down to rest on the top part of my generous, braless breasts. Surprise! I move to the centre of the T.V. and feign holding the bottom. “Here, let me help. Maybe just a little to the left, “ I offer, making sure to add some exertion sounds, though I am not lifting at all.

“I think we have it, Mrs. Salinsky. Just help us centre it.” After he says this, Richard ducks his head out to the front of the T.V. and catches the state of my gown. His eyes predictably go straight to my breasts, which are seventy percent exposed now, and soon to be fully exposed. Deer in the headlights. I love it.

I back up, pretending not to notice my gown, and offer my survey of the orientation of this media monster that Steve has purchased for his man cave. The boys’ eyes flit back and forth from my exposed breasts to the wall mount. Instead of just offering verbal commands, I nudge up against Steve, pretending to help. “Maybe just a little slide to the right now.” One breast is pushed up against his bulging left arm, as I pretend to push with him. I can’t help noticing how solid that arm is, as I make body contact with him.

Then I slide away and go back to my surveying position, noticing that my left nipple is now exposed, and of course, very erect. “No, it has to go back to the left a bit.” At that point, I nudge in behind Bernie and again pretend to help him slide the T.V. with him. “I can’t believe how ...

... muscular you two boys are. You must work out every day!” I offer admiringly, as push up more tightly against Bernie, offering unnecessary (but necessary!!) assistance. Then I once again return to my surveying position. Now both of my erect nipples are exposed, I realize, through my peripheral vision.

“I think you have it, boys. I wish there was something I could do to thank you?” I offer coyly. Both shirtless boys stand with their muscles bulging from the exertion, mouths open, staring at my exposed breasts. “Those fit bodies of yours come in very handy. My husband has a bad back, so he is not much help with this kind of thing.” They glance at each other, and seem conflicted on whether to let me know that my gown has now fallen below my breasts. Surely they can’t think that I don’t know that I am flashing them.

Time to move in for this prize. I can't believe what a nasty married slut I am. "You two must be very popular with the girls at school, with bodies and looks like that!” I tease. The line is cast.

Richard clears his throat, and attempts to say something, but only a rather humorous, unintelligible grunt emerges. His eyes are flitting quickly between my eyes and my breasts. Bernie comes to the rescue. He has a wry smile on his face, a knowing smile. "Actually, with schoolwork and all the travel we do with the team, Mrs. Salinsky, that doesn’t leave much time for girls.” His eyes do not dance as Richard’s do. He has them unapologetically fixated on my exposed breasts. ...