I'll be honest; I'm a tease. I know what I am doing when I put on that sleeveless shirt and no bra. I have double D's, there's no way I couldn't know that my tits are bouncing around freely and visibly as I perform my mundane tasks in front of my husband's friend while he sits on the couch. My nipples are just out of view, and it's torture.
Ben, my husband, is in the bathroom. It's late, like really late, and we've all been drinking. Jimmy, his buddy, is on the couch, chatting at me while I bounce around the house in my slutty top and sweat pants.
I lean forward to grab something in his view and I feel the breeze go under my tits as they fall away from my ribcage. The light shines through and illuminates the curve of my underboob. I feel his gaze upon me.
I nonchalantly reach my hand into the side of my top and give a quick rub that could pass as a scratch to my boob like I don't know he's watching.