My Wife and the Pest Control Man, Revised & Edited

My name is David, and my wife’s name is Sally. We got married some 15 years ago. Sally has always been a cut up. She is very impulsive and loves to shock people. I first noticed her in college after she came into the college library and pulled a very embarrassing trick on poor Mr. Evans, the librarian. Sally is an attractive blonde about 5’7” with long slender legs, and she still weighs 110 pounds. That morning she wore a white pullover cotton shirt that was low cut and displayed her C-cup breasts marvelously. She approached the desk where Mr. Evans was busy taking care library business and asked to join the book club. Mr. Evans gave her a membership form to fill out. Instead of sitting at a nearby table to fill it out; she leaned over Mr. Evans desk boldly exposing her breast to him. There was no way he could have avoided seeing them. In fact, if he had not gawked at them, I would have assumed he was gay.

After my Sally was sure he was curiously gawking at them, she feigned shock and loudly shouted, “Are you staring I my breast? Oh my God, you are staring at my breast, and not only that you are getting an erection.”

Mr. Evans turned three shades of red, and I was sure he was going into cardiac arrest. There was total silence in the library as everyone looked on in astonishment. Sally tossed the form back at him and stomped out of the library. We momentarily locked eyes as she passed my table and winked. She was grinning, and I could tell she was really enjoying her antics.

I ran across Sally several times during the next week. I finally got the nerve to ask her out on a date, and the rest is history. We were married two years later when we both graduated from college. We have been happily married for 15 years now. Sally is just as beautiful and sexy today as she was the day I married her and still has the same voluptuous body she had in college. She still loves living on the edge and impulsively doing things to shock everyone’s senses.

Just recently I was sitting in the den reading, and Sally was parading around the house in her usual sleepwear. Sally likes to sleep in one of my old cotton V-neck T-shirt that barely covers the silk panties she wears to bed each night. The t-shirt came down to just below her hips, but if she were to bend over it would raise up high enough to expose her shapely bottom.

Our two small dogs started to bark, and Sally assumed they are barking at another dog on our street. She rushed to the front door to let them out and was surprised to find the pest control man preparing to ring the doorbell. It’s was too late to retreat, so she just stood there frozen in her tracks wordlessly staring at the man. The pest control man was a young slender black man with a muscular build. He was probably between 25 and 30 years old. He pretended not to notice she was in her nightwear and announced his name was Willie, and he had come to check the insect bait traps in the yard. Sally said okay and casually started to walk away, but he began to ask her questions. They were general questions about what insects she had seen since his last visit and several other useless questions that really didn’t matter. It was apparent Willie was holding her there to admire the sight. I noticed Sally was blushing and her nipples were hard and poking through her T-shirt. Willie apparently saw her hard nipples and knew she was aroused. I noticed a bulge starting to form in Willie’s pants. A devious thought invaded my mind, and I broke the spell by shouting to Sally. I told her to tell him that we had seen more bugs in the house than usual. I don’t think he knew I was home because he was quick to break with questions and excuse himself to go check the insect bait traps.

When Sally continued on toward the bedroom, I happen to notice she was still blushing, and she was unconsciously rubbing her left nipple with her right hand.