That schedule had settled into a pretty steady routine. Kim would come home after school and toss a meal together for us, change into jeans, and get h...r books and homework ready for class. I’d get home around five and we would eat and catch up on each other’s day. Once she left, I would take care of household chores and maybe go for a run before zoning on the tube or the net. Kim would come in and hit the shower & we would crash. Weekend evenings we would eat out or catch a movie. We weren’t. They started making out. His tie was loosened, a loop from the tank top was off her shoulder. Their tongues were engaged and their hands were busy. Her hands felt his arms and moved towards his legs. His hands were feeling up her ass, and touching her skin through the tears in the jeans. These are actually pretty handy, he thought, as he ran some fingers over her bare butt through the holes in the pants. Soon he worked her tank top and bra down over her breasts, and took her by the hips,. I told her how gorgeous she was and how I wanted tolet everyone see my gorgeous wife. I was proud of her.We recently celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary.We met in college. We dated for three years and when Ifinally got a good job I asked Brittney to marry me.It actually came as a shock to me when she said yes tobe honest with you.You see. I'm just a regular sort of guy. I'm not amovie star quality guy. Nor was I ever considered ajock. No. I'm not ugly but I have a good education anda good. I noticed you looking at it when I was putting on my lotion". I smile, blush and nod in agreement. She then goes on to say "I did not get any opinions at the store from men. Maybe you could help me out and go up to my apartment and let me show you what I got?" I sit up and polity (and excitedly) reply "Sure. I guess when ever your ready". She lies back, opens her thighs and tells me that she wants to get a bit more sun on her legs. Then we can go up to her place where she also has some really.