Paul and I hadn't been happy for a while. I knew that losing his job had been hard on him, but that was no reason for him to be neglectful - even scornful - in every possible way. He contributed less and less, but I guess what hurt me most was how he neglected my body. I chalked it up to depression until I found out what he'd been doing with girls on the Internet when I was away at work, keeping our family afloat. But it wasn't until I laid my eyes on Riley, our 23-year-old gardener, that I realized how I would get my revenge. Paul was about to get a front row seat to just exactly what he'd been depriving me of!

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He pressed the small button onto my shirt with his thumb, the top of my breast giving way slightly beneath it. "It's a pretty close match to the other buttons," he said, his eyes penetrating my blouse. I found myself arching my back ever so slightly in spite of myself, enjoying his gaze on me, wanting to encourage it. "Go ahead and take off your shirt."

"What?" my voice caught in my throat.

He smiled and rested a reassuring hand on my knee. "I know how to sew, but I'm not exactly delicate," he winked. "If you leave it on I'll prick you."

He didn't wait - there was to be no discussion about it. He began unbuttoning my blouse, and I didn't protest, though I wondered if he could feel the tremor that had built up inside of me. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to like what he saw.

He leaned forward and pulled the unbuttoned shirt off of my shoulders, his sweaty tee-shirt grazing my breasts. I could feel my nipples aching with stiffness as I ever so gently pressed against him. When the shirt was gone, and he pulled away, immediately, his face began to redden again, and he looked away quickly, smiling and bashful, his eyes darting to my breasts and away again.

"Your bra..." he said, gesturing toward my breast wordlessly. I looked down and saw that my demi-cup had slid down and my erect nipple was exposed just above the lacy fabric.

"My breasts are always trying to escape from this thing," I said, enjoying how flustered he was. I wanted to toy with him. I wanted to enjoy how much he obviously desired me. "When my nipples get hard they always slip out."