Gypsy Wife, PTA Mom

Gypsy Wife–PTA Mom

by Willing Wimp

My wife, Gina, loves to play dress-ups and to play-act. Her favorite dress-up role is that of a gypsy. It all started innocently enough. Gina is a PTA Mom and we were participating in a charity event. As part of the fundraiser, she volunteered to be a Fortuneteller.

We set up a tent within the community fair, complete with candles, crystal ball. That first time, Gina found just the right outfit to accentuate her abundant, wavy chestnut hair that cascades to between her tanned shoulder blades. She wore a peasant blouse of thin cotton that rested loosely on her brown shoulders and scooped over her bouncy melons. Her mid-calf skirt was also translucent and loose with little sparkles running through it. Gina’s legs were clearly visible through the thin material.

She wore sandals with heels. The sandals strapped midway up her calf. To those with good night vision, or when the light caught her right, her thong bikini was visible under the skirt. I was her assistant dressed as a gypsy as well, but keeping in the shadows.

The role-playing brought out an amazing new side of Gina. She exuded sex. Her breasts heaved and seemed to beckon for play. Her dark eyes smoldered, and completely melted me. And I wasn’t the only one. Soon, word must have spread, and the neighborhood men, in particular, were lining up to have their fortunes told. She stayed in character, and flirted outrageously with each man, making each one think she was dying to get into his pants. She would read their palms, by taking their hands in hers and pulling them close to her cleavage, so they could openly stare down her blouse.

As she would tell their fortune, in all cases filled with sexual innuendo, she would rub and play with their hands, usually making comments about how she could tell from a man’s fingers what his other appendages were like. I kept in the shadows, watching with a mixture of intense jealousy and
fascination.

Gina got an instant reputation among the men in the community. And men started stopping by our house at all times for one excuse or another. Gina remained flirtatious in a friendly way, but without the gypsy costume, stayed in character as a suburban housewife, and did not stray from her marital vows.
But I think we both got a taste of something more exciting, and we wanted to experiment with the gypsy wife.

One evening, with my encouragement, and with no charity as an excuse, Gina got dressed up again.