Chicken out

I called into work and then tried to decide what to do next.

In mind head I was thinking that I could dress up in my wife's sexiest clothes and go on a public adventure. I could go to a bar and flirt for drinks. Or I could go to Victoria's Secret. I could even just walk around the mall and let guys check me out in a skimpy outfit.

Then I chickened out, getting worried that Susan would find out I was playing around in her body.

After changing into her body and staring at it in the mirror for several minutes, I decided to play it safe...or you might say I chickened out.

As a compromise, I decided I would to enjoy my wife's sexy body from the safety of our own house...or at least the back yard. I dug through one of her drawers and found an old, two-piece bikini she had not worn in years. One she wouldn't notice had been moved. While Susan was still skinny, she had fleshed out slightly in the ass and boobs-in all the right places.

I slipped it on and stared at her in the mirror. Jesus, if she wore that to the beach every straight guy there would be checking her out! Absently I thought I might have to convince her to wear it next vacation. Having guys oogle my wife was kinda a personal and secret fetish.

I grabbed a towel and slipped out onto our back patio. I slipped into a beach chair next to the pool and relaxed. We had neighborhood, but their houses were situated so that they couldn't see our pool or pool deck, so I knew I was safe.

After several minutes I got brave and removed my bikini top. I wanted to feel the sun's warm rays on my borrowed breasts. It was a surprisingly relaxing feeling, and soon I drifted off to sleep.

.........

"Excuse me, ma'am?" a voice said. "Hello?"

I blinked my eyes open, or for a moment I didn't know where I was. It took me a few seconds to realize why I felt like I had a weight on my chest and realize I wasn't having a heart attack.

Then I realized I was topless on a lawn chair by the pool and I wasn't alone.