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15/01/2007
My husband Charles and I finally had a night out, away from the kids and other distractions. We're both attractive and in our early thirties. He's a very successful professional, while I am a stay-at-home mom with a conservative lifestyle.
Anyway, one night last summer we were able to get a hotel room downtown and stay out for the whole night (a luxury for us). We began at a favorite bar near home, where I had a few drinks and got nicely buzzed. Then we went downtown and checked into our room to change clothes for our night out. We'd been talking about dares, with him teasing me about being too conservative to every take a risque dare of any kind. Well, I was a little tipsy and feeling especially horny, so I said, "OK, let's see about that. What do you dare me to do?"
He thought about it for a minute and said, "I dare you to change your clothes with the window drapes open." The window faced another wing of the same high-rise hotel, so many other rooms faced it. "You're on," I said, and pulled open the drapes. Only one small light in our room was on, so it was pretty dim as I began to undress. But as soon as I pulled off my shirt and bra, Charles flipped the switch to tun on the rest of the lights. Surprisingly, it turned me on too! I felt my pussy swelling and moistening as I continued to undress, well aware of all the other windows facing ours and wondering how many people could see my nude body. There was little doubt that someone was watching, so I took my time in full view, running my fingers between my legs and over my perky breasts.
Charles was astonished. It was a side of me that neither of us had ever seen! When I finally dressed, I slipped into a sexy dress with nothing underneath. The dress had a full-length zipper from the high neckline to the hem, and I left it unzipped to about the middle of my chest, showing just a little cleavage.
We went out to a very chic nightclub in the city, and I my heart was still racing from my first flashing experience. I never knew I was an exhibitionist, but now I wanted to feel the rush again. We sat and talked about it at a high-top bar table, and as I leaned forward toward him, Charles subtly tugged at my zipper, revealing more of my small but very firm breasts. Soon my dress was gaping open so that he could see both of my breasts, nipples and all. The more I leaned forward, the more he could see!
After a while, he went to the restroom and promised to stop by the bar for more drinks, leaving me alone at the table. The bar was crowded and it didn't take long for a very nice-looking man to stop at my table to chat. As we made small talk, I couldn't resist leaning forward to open my top for him. His eyes lingered on my bare chest and I could almost hear my own heart beating. I know I was blushing terribly, but the thrill of a strange man devouring my breasts with his eyes . . . well, it was almost intoxicating.
I glanced over and say my husband across the bar. He had our drinks in hand, but obviously stopped to let the other guy enjoy his wife. Somehow, this turned me on even more, just knowing my husband was excited by my naughty behavior. After long while, he returned to the table and the other man said goodbye, casting one last glance down my top as he left.
That night we had the best sex of our lives. It has been a few months, but I find myself fantasizing all the time about the experience -- and wondering when I will get a chance to repeat it. I've been tempted to satisfy my exhibitioninst urge on my own, at the shopping mall for example. But I think I will wait until the two of us can do it together. It is even more exciting that way.
Exploring this fantasy is how I stumbled across this web site. After reading these other stories, I am now wondering just how far Charles would want me to go in pursuit of a thrill.
** From Webmaster : Hi Kellie - Grea Story! I can speak for the thousands of people who browse this site everyday and say that we'd love it if you couldshare more with us. perhaps send in a picture sometime and maybe even show this to Charles?
Anyway, one night last summer we were able to get a hotel room downtown and stay out for the whole night (a luxury for us). We began at a favorite bar near home, where I had a few drinks and got nicely buzzed. Then we went downtown and checked into our room to change clothes for our night out. We'd been talking about dares, with him teasing me about being too conservative to every take a risque dare of any kind. Well, I was a little tipsy and feeling especially horny, so I said, "OK, let's see about that. What do you dare me to do?"
He thought about it for a minute and said, "I dare you to change your clothes with the window drapes open." The window faced another wing of the same high-rise hotel, so many other rooms faced it. "You're on," I said, and pulled open the drapes. Only one small light in our room was on, so it was pretty dim as I began to undress. But as soon as I pulled off my shirt and bra, Charles flipped the switch to tun on the rest of the lights. Surprisingly, it turned me on too! I felt my pussy swelling and moistening as I continued to undress, well aware of all the other windows facing ours and wondering how many people could see my nude body. There was little doubt that someone was watching, so I took my time in full view, running my fingers between my legs and over my perky breasts.
Charles was astonished. It was a side of me that neither of us had ever seen! When I finally dressed, I slipped into a sexy dress with nothing underneath. The dress had a full-length zipper from the high neckline to the hem, and I left it unzipped to about the middle of my chest, showing just a little cleavage.
We went out to a very chic nightclub in the city, and I my heart was still racing from my first flashing experience. I never knew I was an exhibitionist, but now I wanted to feel the rush again. We sat and talked about it at a high-top bar table, and as I leaned forward toward him, Charles subtly tugged at my zipper, revealing more of my small but very firm breasts. Soon my dress was gaping open so that he could see both of my breasts, nipples and all. The more I leaned forward, the more he could see!
After a while, he went to the restroom and promised to stop by the bar for more drinks, leaving me alone at the table. The bar was crowded and it didn't take long for a very nice-looking man to stop at my table to chat. As we made small talk, I couldn't resist leaning forward to open my top for him. His eyes lingered on my bare chest and I could almost hear my own heart beating. I know I was blushing terribly, but the thrill of a strange man devouring my breasts with his eyes . . . well, it was almost intoxicating.
I glanced over and say my husband across the bar. He had our drinks in hand, but obviously stopped to let the other guy enjoy his wife. Somehow, this turned me on even more, just knowing my husband was excited by my naughty behavior. After long while, he returned to the table and the other man said goodbye, casting one last glance down my top as he left.
That night we had the best sex of our lives. It has been a few months, but I find myself fantasizing all the time about the experience -- and wondering when I will get a chance to repeat it. I've been tempted to satisfy my exhibitioninst urge on my own, at the shopping mall for example. But I think I will wait until the two of us can do it together. It is even more exciting that way.
Exploring this fantasy is how I stumbled across this web site. After reading these other stories, I am now wondering just how far Charles would want me to go in pursuit of a thrill.
** From Webmaster : Hi Kellie - Grea Story! I can speak for the thousands of people who browse this site everyday and say that we'd love it if you couldshare more with us. perhaps send in a picture sometime and maybe even show this to Charles?
Poster:
Kellie
