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Today as im posting this Im in my car im dressed in a red dress red thong crotchless red shoes and nylons white blouse red bra. My dress is pulled up in the back my bare ass on the seat. now my post Sunday- Sunday was like no other I have ever felt nothing we had thought we would be doing got done. Instead it was a day of reminiscence of Sirs life . It was heart warming loving and at least once challenging to get through. We had risen late today around 930 or so Sir just in underwear me in a teddy. We had breakfast and talked as we usually do it started as a normal day . Done with breakfast we got busy putting Sirs clothes away that he brought from his home. Then we started to move boxes it was then that things changed I had started to pick up one of the boxes it was damn heavy. Sir laughed not that one darling its full of old picture albums ill get that one. I smiled back and asked anything I can see. Sir said why of course but there just from my parents mainly and two of the albums are me and my past wife but you can look through them if you like I will continue to work a bit. I sat at the table and pulled out the first one it was mainly his parents their kids 3 boys including Sir . I laughed as I looked through them kids being kids but what came across most clear was the love they all had for each other no matter what they were doing or into you could clearly see they enjoyed each other. Soon Sir had joined me laughing as we went through the pics he explaining the stories behind several of the pics. I was learning a lot about his family and how much they cared for each other. It was very heart warming and funny as well. We had gone through 5 of them his parents loved taking photos. Lol Finally we had come to the last two Sir took the top one that was next inline and said we would save that to the last one . I did not question this as I knew the last two where of him and his past wife and maybe a bit emotional for him. The next was a huge album twice if not three times the size of the first five. In it where not only pics of him and his wife but many of his and her friends . Again Sir had many stories to tell of them especially the ones of both their friends. Learned a lot about his friends as well as hers. But what really got me was the ones of him and her together taken by their friends in each of these you could absolutely see the love they had for each other. His best friend once told me that if they were together it was like everybody else was intruding upon them. Not in any bad way just that you were seeing something special and you wanted to be part of it. I hadn’t quite understood it but seeing these photos I became aware of what he meant. Even looking at the pictures I felt like I was intruding on private moments between them. It was a bit challenging for me to go on, again not in any bad or jealous way just something very different then I had ever felt before. Finally we had come to the last one for this Sir stood behind me his arms on my shoulders. I asked him if he was ok for me to look at what I thought would be intimate pictures not anything kinky or nudes just intimate ones. He kissed me on my neck and said he was good with me looking. I flip through the pages one by one and they were as I thought intimate moments of kissing hugging and such. Through them all you could see the love they had for each other coming through. Then I came upon Sirs portrait pic, his face only, I knew in an instant she had taken the pic and he was looking straight at her when she did. The look of ultimate love for her was on his face and in his smile. I looked at this pic and studied his face . I thought my god that is how he looks at me I have seen that look many times. I almost cried but did not. Then I flipped the page and the next pic took my utter breath away I couldn’t do anything but stare at it . Finally, Sir bent down and whispered in my ear stunning isn’t it. My fucking god it was so much more then that. It was of his past wife a face shot only but it was that face, that smile, those eyes that drew you to it and wouldn’t let you look away. I had yet to mention his wife was beautiful she could have modeled anywhere. But this pic surpassed even that. I actually ran my fingers over the page I wanted to feel what she was feeling in that pic. The look of utter love is the only way I can even describe it there are no others words for it. I looked at Sir and said she loved you with all her heart Sir it shows in this picture. He looked at me a small tear forming on his face yes she did darling the same way I loved her. He went on, but now through the grace of god I have another in my life that loves me just as much and I Her he said. Holy shit I broke down right there and cried my eyes out not in despair or jealously but in true happiness. I think in many ways I feel as she felt in that picture and know without a doubt that it also is returned to me. After I recovered and we finished putting things away we ordered pizza again. Lmao, we hadn’t even realized we had sat for over 5 hours looking through the pics of Sirs past and all the stories told. I will however never forget the picture of her looking at him and in so doing hope I can give him even a fraction of what she clearly gave him. I want him to be as happy as I am and hope somewhere somehow she knows that and smiles that smile of hers.
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...hm ? crotch-less thong ? lol there's nothing left then...just the strings
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Pretty much true
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Dear lady, apart from the lack of punctuation which caused me to have to re-read a few sections, I loved your writing. The fact that you could identify what was happening in the photos, the feelings of love and happiness, is something special. What I also loved dear Wantonone was YOUR love and respect for your Sir. To be someone and have that sort of love directed towards you is a magical moment, and to have it returned is something extremely special.
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