Oops burned my t shirt.
One day shortly after we married I went fishing with my husband and two of his friends. We drove up into the mountains and found a nice stream and the guys went fishing. Meanwhile I started a small fire to keep warm and if they caught anything to fix dinner.
The sun felt good and even though it was a bit cool I decided to take my tee-shirt off leaving my topless. The guys were out of sight so I was not to concerned. Then I got to thinking about what they would do if they came back and found me topless. And I wondered how my husband would react. He had talked about me going topless maybe being a waitress or dancer. I didn't know how to dance. He knew a few guys had taken my top off before me married even when we were going together.
The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. But I kept thinking about chickening out. After about half an hour I needed to add some wood to the fire. Picking up my T-shirt I tossed it in the fire. No turning back now. I was committed to being topless for the rest of the day.
It wasn't long before the guys came back and found me topless and did their wolf whistle stuff and I blushed from the waist up. But I enjoyed the attention. We fixed the fish and it was so good. Everyone had gotten used to me being topless.
After another couple of hours we put out the fire and loaded our stuff up. That's when my husband asked where my shirt was. With no fire my nipples were rock hard. I just replied that I had burned it. Nothing more was said and we headed home. It was a two hour drive. We dropped the guys off and went home.
My husband never said anything about what I had done but the sex was great that night.
The sun felt good and even though it was a bit cool I decided to take my tee-shirt off leaving my topless. The guys were out of sight so I was not to concerned. Then I got to thinking about what they would do if they came back and found me topless. And I wondered how my husband would react. He had talked about me going topless maybe being a waitress or dancer. I didn't know how to dance. He knew a few guys had taken my top off before me married even when we were going together.
The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. But I kept thinking about chickening out. After about half an hour I needed to add some wood to the fire. Picking up my T-shirt I tossed it in the fire. No turning back now. I was committed to being topless for the rest of the day.
It wasn't long before the guys came back and found me topless and did their wolf whistle stuff and I blushed from the waist up. But I enjoyed the attention. We fixed the fish and it was so good. Everyone had gotten used to me being topless.
After another couple of hours we put out the fire and loaded our stuff up. That's when my husband asked where my shirt was. With no fire my nipples were rock hard. I just replied that I had burned it. Nothing more was said and we headed home. It was a two hour drive. We dropped the guys off and went home.
My husband never said anything about what I had done but the sex was great that night.
