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Steve didn’t mince his words. “You’re a lucky cunt, Gary.”Steve and I were on the deck having a beer. We were watching Pat, my wife, pottering around in the garden.”It’s frustrating,” Steve said.”What is?”I knew what he was going to say, or at least the subject.”The way Pat’s shirt opens, and I can’t quite see her tits.””It’s not her shirt, it’s mine,” I corrected Steve.Pat was wearing one of my old shirts, and a half-cup bra. There was only one button was fastened, but strategically.”Yes, I can see your frustration,” I said. “Mystic.””Mystic?” Steve echoed.”Yes, mystic, it’s the intrigue of the unknown. The enigma is Steve; you prefer not seeing them. The tease, that’s your enjoyment.” “Fuck off. I want to see them.” Steve, still being abrupt.I put a question to Steve, “Would you prefer Pat to have the shirt on and no bra? The bra on and no shirt, or nothing, her tits naked?””Naked.” Steve was swift with his answer. He took a drink. “Being teased is fun. Nah, no shirt, no bra.””If that’s what you want,” I said.”Wait,” Steve gave me another option, “Could I have the tease and see her tits?””How?” I couldn’t figure out Steve’s request.Steve finished his beer. “I’ll get another beer, and then bahis siteleri Pat takes her shirt off.””I told you, it’s my shirt.””Fuck, Gary, it doesn’t matter whose shirt it is.” Steve knew I was winding him up.”What, then?” I asked.”The next beer, I take the bra off.” Steve smiled when he said that.”Whoa, hold your horses. Now you want to undress my wife?””Come on, Gary, don’t be so precious.”Steve laughed.”What?” I asked.”Is the bra yours too?””Funny,” I said, “But why not, and you don’t have to get the beers.”I held my beer bottle up. “Pat!” I shouted.Pat stopped what she was doing and went into the house. She reappeared with three more beers. She handed the drinks out and sat with us.”You’ve been talking about me, haven’t you?” Pat knows us.”No,” Steve denied our conversation quickly.”Yes, we have,” I admitted, “We’ve been talking about your tits.””Of course you have. You know you guys annoy me, always talking about my tits, particularly you, Steve.” Steve looked sheepish. “Isn’t my ass worth a discussion? Aren’t you interested if I shave my pussy? Why is it always my tits?”Steve tried to make amends. “You’re right, sorry, I love your ass, and–“I cut Steve off, “Steve’s going to take canlı bahis siteleri your, I mean my, shirt off.””Wait a minute,” Steve said nervously, “I’m confused; weren’t we having fun? Am I missing something here?”Pat became sarcastic. “Oh great. Now you don’t want to take my shirt off?””For fuck’s sake, get it right; it’s my fucking shirt,” I snarled.”Wooo, touchy,” Pat said.Pat got out of her seat and stood by Steve. “Go on then.”Steve’s hands were a little shaky, but he undid the button. Pat eased the shirt off her shoulders and then down her arms. “Here,” she said, “Your shirt,” and threw it at me.Steve’s eyes glued to Pat’s tits. A small crescent of Pat’s areola peeked over her bra.Pat sat down. “Is that it, is that all you wanted?””For now,” I told Pat, “Go back to your garden. We’ll tell you when we want another beer.””Just a beer?” Pat asked.”Of course not; your bra comes off at the next beer.””Okay, be back soon.” Pat got up and went back to her gardening.”What the fuck is going on?” Steve asked.”Isn’t this what you want?””Yes but. Will Pat take her bra off?” Steve’s voice was excited.”You heard me. Pat knows her bra will come off the next time she gets our beers. She didn’t, canlı bahis and won’t complain. Steve, it’s only her tits.””Only! You’re happy, and Pat doesn’t mind me seeing her half-naked?”I gave Steve a short explanation. “You’ve only seen one side of us; behind closed doors, we love to play. That’s what we are doing now. Pat will do what I tell her. She can stop the game anytime, but so far she never has.””But how far are you willing to take this game?” Steve queried.I thought about telling Steve I have shared Pat but decided not to. Instead, I said, “To its logical conclusion. I’ll tell Pat to fuck someone and she will.””This is. I don’t know what to say.” Steve was shocked.”Beer!” I shouted.Pat stopped what she was doing and brought us both another beer. She stood by Steve with her back to him, but Steve didn’t move.”Steve, don’t be a prick; unfasten me,” Pat growled.Steve looked at me, and I nodded at him. “Undo my fucking bra,” Pat sniped. “Now how difficult was that?” Pat said when Steve unclipped her bra.Pat held the cups so her tits didn’t drop out. She stretched one leg over Steve and sat on his knee.”Now Steve, I’m not young; you can’t expect firm round tits,” Pat warned.Steve slid the straps from Pat’s shoulders and told her he didn’t. Pat lowered her hands and revealed her breasts. They helped each other to take Pat’s bra off.”Fuck,” Steve exclaimed. He was staring at Pat’s mature, natural and naked tits.
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