There’s no sex in this because it’s just a short story about something we did on our “oneymoon” (the trip you take *one* year later because you had to cut your actual honeymoon short due to an impending hurricane).
We’d always wanted to see Europe, so we booked flights and hotel for ten days in London, England. I won’t bore you with our sightseeing itinerary, but we did all the regular tourist stuff like everyone else.
The one thing that we noticed right away (me slightly before her) was that in London a lot of women went braless. I wouldn’t say it was everyone, but it did seem like it was more common than it is back in the states. By the time we passed the 30th or so girl walking by with “the girls” swaying back and forth alluringly, the back of my head started to hurt.
I tore my eyes away from the lovely sight in front of me and said “ow! you’ve been slapping me haven’t you?”
She gave me her trademark icy stare and mentioned that perhaps I ought to take a few hundred pictures as they’d last longer and she could use them as evidence in my upcoming divorce.
I said “why don’t you do the same, then? Yours are nicer than any of the ones I’ve seen out today. It’s not like anyone you know is going to see you.” I listed a few dozen other well reasoned justifications for why she should leave her bras unpacked in the hotel. And bizarrely enough, she actually agreed with me.
And it was fun. She got a lot of stares, especially when she was wearing something thin or clingy. And the one time we got caught out in the rain (thank you, London!) she might as well have been not wearing anything at all. So she got a week of my undivided attention, and I got a week of watching her make British men walk into streetlamps and trip over curbs.
The only downside to the whole thing was that our vacation pictures weren’t really suitable for sharing with friends and family. We got the film developed, but the prints stay in a couple of boxes stashed behind a stack of gingham quilts in her walk-in closet. Every couple of years, I’ll take one down and flip through the pics and thing to myself “gosh, it must get pretty cold in London even in the summer!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9a3kcj/mf_wifes_braless_week_in_london_no_sex
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