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Exposing my wife

All day it had been sweltering hot, and even now at 10 o'clock at night it was still oppressively hot.

My wife Margie and I had started to watch a movie, but at some stage had turned the TV off and gone and flopped on the bed.

Now, swinging my legs around and sitting on the edge of the bed, I suggested that we go outside to see if it was any cooler.

I had on the bottom half of a pair of pyjamas, while Margie wore one of her baby-doll nighties, a pretty frilly little thing all ribbons and flounces of a light see through material in two shades of pink.

Stepping out of the door into the night, I took Margie's hand and began to lead her towards the front of the house. Margie pulled back a little, not expecting me to take her out the front towards the street. "What if someone sees us," she said.

I assured her that it would be all right, and she hesitantly allowed herself to be led out onto the lawn at the front of the house and visible to the street and anyone else who had taken it into their head to go outside into the night air.

Margie was obviously nervous, being dressed as she was and with the risk of being seen. "What if someone is out walking" she whispered as I led her across the lawn and right out to the edge of the footpath, "and the last thing that I'd want would be for that awful creep across the road to see me" she added.

The awful creep that she referred to was a guy who had moved into the house across the road about a year ago. He would have ...

... been in his late 50's or so, and just the look of him made you think that he was some sort of sleazy creep. A rumour had gone around that he'd been involved in some sort of disgusting sexual thing that the police had investigated, but it was all very vague without any detail, and perhaps there really wasn't anything in the story.

We stood looking up and down the street, and then I led her across to the letter box. I checked for mail even though I knew there was nothing there. I was feeling sexy having Margie outside dressed as she was, and my cock was half hard.

Eventually we went and sat on the front steps and talked quietly for a half hour or so before going once more into the house.

The weather on the next day was no different, sweltering hot again. I was glad when knockoff time came around and I drove home, parking the car in the street as I knew that Margie wanted to do some shopping.

I'd noticed the creep from across the road raking up leaves off his lawn, and was a bit surprised when I saw him come sauntering across the road towards me. I knew that Margie hated him, complaining that he always stared at her with a leering look whenever he saw her, and so I'd never been overly friendly to him, saying no more that hello when I had to.

"Hi" he said, "stinking hot day again."

"Yes" was all I said in agreeance.

"Way too hot in the house of a night" he continued.

Again I muttered agreement.

"Nothing worth watching on TV, I see better things if I sit ...