My wife and I like to keep our sex life varied. We think itkeeps our marriage hot, exciting and alive. One of the things welike to do from time to time is show her body off to other men. I'm not totally sure why, but it seems to reinforce our knowledgethat she is still attractive to others, and I know it turns us bothon. We like to think of it as a great form of foreplay. We alsolike to think that it's our little way of making the world ahappier place, because it also gives pleasure to others.
Once she even got a temporary job as a topless Go-Go dancer ina little, out of the way bar in a town about sixty miles away wherewe were sure she wouldn't be seen by anyone we know. The place waspretty loosely run, in that the local management allowed thepatrons a great deal of leeway in stuffing their one dollar tipswell down the front of the dancers' G-strings and grabbing a quickfeel of their tits while they were at it. She only worked therefor a week, and I used to sit right there at the bar during all hersets, closely watching her reactions and those of the male patrons. It really got me hot to see them touch her like that, and she toldme it used to get her turned on as well, but that's another story.
Arlene is a petite little woman, with long, naturally auburnhair and a picture perfect 36B-24-35 body that she's kept inperfect condition over the years. As a matter of fact, I think herbody looks better now that it did when we were first married. Shekeeps it in shape by carefully watching what she eats and exercis-ing strenuously, both vertically and horizontally. When she's inthe right mood, which comes pretty often, she has an almostinsatiable appetite for sex and anything related to sex. I'd liketo tell you about what happened one of those times.
It happened about a month or so ago. Arlene put on makeup andfixed her hair, wearing it down, like I prefer it. Then she donneda button front blouse, a short skirt, high heels, a garter belt andstockings. She wore nothing else, no underwear whatsoever. Sheleft the top few buttons of her blouse open to enable her to showa bit of cleavage.
We got in the car and drove to a shopping mall somewhat out ofour immediate area. We chose Livingston Mall because it is a mid-sized, two level mall, that isn't usually very crowded. When wefirst arrived, we walked around the mall together, window shoppingas well as going into several stores, just getting comfortable withthe surroundings until we were ready to start our little game.
Then we took the escalator up to the second level severaltimes, sometimes with me 8 or 10 steps behind her so I could lookup her dress as she rose in front of me, sometimes together sosomeone else might get a peek. One time, I went up a minute or sobefore her and waited near the top from where I could inconspicu-ously observe her while she came up, as well as watch anyone whomight be behind her to observe their reactions. Of course, we timedas many of our trips up the escalator as possible to try to get onseveral steps in front of male shoppers.
As we walked around, her outfit caught the attention of mostof the men who happened to be in the area. A number of times, whenshe headed for the escalator, some of them followed her up a few stepsbehind her or stood near the bottom of it and watched her as she wentup, trying to get a better view up her dress or skirt.
As she went up the escalator, she would put one foot up on thenext step, spread about a foot or so out to the side from the footon the lower step. This was her little way of improving the potentialquality of the view provided to anyone who might be behind her orlooking up. Of course, she didn't turn around while she was on theescalator, since this might have scared off any possible observers,or at least embarrass them and prevent them from looking further. We also tried some discrete exhibitionism with her coming down theescalator, but this didn't seem to work out as well.
At the end of one such trip up, while I stayed at the bottomwatching her, she stood on the second level of the mall near theescalator, close to the railing surrounding it. She put one footup on the bottom rung of the railing and spread out about a twelveinches or so to the side. I'm sure the three or four guys comingup the escalator towards her got a really great view while she washolding this pose as if she was resting and casually looking around.
I particularly remember one very elderly gentleman who rode upduring that time. He was with what appeared to be his wife, justpassively following her around the mall with a patience born of yearsof passive boredom. As I observed her from the first level, I noticedhim lift his head and turn it in her direction. You could tell exactlywhen his old eyes focused on Arlene's bare bush. His mouth fell openso wide I thought he was going to lose his false teeth! He couldn'ttake his eyes off her. He was so flustered, that when he and hiswife got to the top, he tripped and nearly fell. I'm glad he didn'thave a heart attack. It was funny to watch his wife scold him tolook where he was going as they walked away. He kept nodding to herand simultaneously looking back over his shoulder at Arlene standingat the railing. I have a feeling that when the old couple got home,he managed to get it up and boff her good for the first time in years. She probably wondered where he got his inspiration. So much for ourgood deed for the day.
Later on, she sat down one of the benches scattered around themall, and I took up a position a little ways away, from which I couldwatch her. I was nearby enough to both watch her and to extract herin case anyone decided to try to make a move on her.
She sat so her dress rode up somewhat, displaying an enticingbit of thigh. Occasionally she bent forward, ostensibly to adjusta stocking or shoe or to look in the shopping bag she had on the floornext to her, making the hem of her dress ride up even higher, almostto her crotch, and bringing her cleavage down to a better viewingangle.
From time to time, she cross her legs, sometimes with her thighsclose together and sometimes with them spread varying degrees apartfor a little while, and even just let her thighs relax and her kneesspread open for several seconds. We had carefully chosen our seatso her display would not be conspicuously blatant to all those passingby or in the area, but only to those who are strategically locatedat exactly the right angle to enable them to look up her dress ordown her cleavage.
Of course, she timed her little displays to coincide with thepresence of males in the area and at the proper angle to observe andappreciate the show, while at the same time looking away from thesepotential targets so they would feel free to look at her. She wasa great little actress, performing all these things in a seeminglyunconscious manner, as if she was completely oblivious to the factthat by her actions she was exposing herself.
After I had observed her display herself in this manner for awhile, I was getting so turned on that I just couldn't stay away fromher any more. I walked over to her and sat down close to her side. As we sat there, we talked about who had looked at her, how much Ithought they could see, and what their reactions were. This seemedto get us both even more turned on. I occasionally kissed her, putan arm around her, and rested a hand at the middle of her thigh oron her hip briefly. It appeared that this helped to initially attractthe attention of even more target male shoppers.
When we tired of this part of our game, Arlene told me she wasgetting a little hungry. Personally, I was much more horny thanhungry, but her request gave me an idea. I knew that the mall hada relatively nice little restaurant which was often frequented bybusinessmen. It was well lighted and didn't use tablecloths, twofactors which were essential to my plan.
We headed for the restaurant and got a small table towards therear of the dining area. We sat down opposite each other, and I madesure she sat on the side of the table that was facing in the directionof several other tables, at one of which was seated a small groupof businessmen. When she first sat down, she let her skirt ride upwell above mid-thigh and casually crossed her legs.
The waiter came over, gave us menus and then left us alone. After we had a chance to look over the menus for a bit, he came backto take our orders. I couldn't help but notice that, as he waitedfor us to order, he seemed to be standing up very straight, and keptglancing over at Arlene. Then I realized what he was doing, he waslooking down the partly open front of her blouse! I chuckled tomyself. I hadn't even planned that part.
When the waiter left to get our food, she and I told her abouthis actions and we both had a good laugh. Then we began to talktogether in a somewhat animated manner, just enough so as to attractthe attention of nearby diners. While we did, she kept an eye onthe businessman who was seated facing our table. Since people usuallylook around at the people sitting at other tables around them in asituation like this anyway, we knew it would only be a matter of timebefore he happened to look in her direction.
It didn't take long before he did, and at that time, she madesure to move her legs around a bit so they caught his attention. She watched him look at her legs out of the corner of her eye, andkept me updated by describing his reactions to me.
Once he noticed her shapely legs, and the fact that her skirtwas well more than halfway up her thighs, he kept looking back overat them. After he had glanced over a few times, she uncrossed herlegs and let her knees fall apart slightly. She also turned her bodysomewhat toward him, thus allowing him to look up her dress a bitthe next time he glanced over.
All the while this was going on, we were careful to give theappearance that we were carrying on a conversation unrelated to thebusinessman, and paying attention only to each other. Once we hadhim hooked, we didn't want to scare him off by letting him know thatwe knew he was watching.
Then she hooked the heel of one shoe over the rung at the frontof her chair. This succeeded in raising her leg up and allowed himto see even further up her dress. She added a nice touch by casuallyletting her hand drop to her thigh and subtly stroke the inside ofit just below her knee for several seconds, as if doing itunconsciously.
After several minutes, when she was sure he was looking again,she slid forward on her chair and slowly let her raised knee falloutward, acting as if she was so engrossed in her conversation withme that she was unaware that she was doing so. This really openedup the view that he had up her dress. Now we were both sure he couldsee all the way up her dress, right to her pussy. I'm positive itdidn't take him long to realize that she wasn't wearing any panties,and that he was looking directly at her naked, closely cropped cunt.
Arlene told me that, by this point, he was obviously having quitea bit of trouble paying attention to his meal and what was going onat his own table. He even dropped his fork a couple of times, butI'm not sure whether it was because he was nervous, or if he did itintentionally to improve his viewing angle up her dress, not thatit needed much improving.
I thought he might even tell the other men at his table aboutthe delightful sight before him, causing them to try and inconspic-uously look around and see it also, but apparently he didn't, decidingto keep it all to himself, because the others just appeared to keeptalking about some inane, boring business matter.
She held this general position all through our meal, openingher legs a little more or a little less, but always making sure hehad a pretty good view.
By the time we left the restaurant, we were both so turned onfrom what we'd done that we seriously considered terminating our gameat that point and going someplace where we could screw. After talkingit over, however, we decided to walk around the mall some more. ThenI had what I thought was a great idea. I briefly explained it toher, and after a little coaxing, she agreed to give it a try.
First we stopped at a book store and I bought a paperback book. Then we walked around the mall until we found a women's shoe storethat had at least one male salesman. Before we went in, she lookedover the display in the window and selected the style numbers of afew pairs of footwear she wanted to try on, including a pair of highboots. Entering the store, we sat down next to each other, near therear of the store, making sure it was in an area serviced by one ofthe male salespeople.
He came over and greeted us, and Arlene gave him the style numbersshe was interested in. As he went to get them, I pulled out thepaperback book and pretended that I was very engrossed in readingit.
When the salesman returned with the footwear she had request-ed,he sat on his low stool in front of her and asked which pair she wantedto try on first. She selected the pair of black high heels and heproceeded to help her try them on.
As he did, she "inadvertently", without seeming to realize sheis doing it, parted her thighs several inches, giving him theopportunity to peek up her dress at her snatch. I sat there nextto her, seemingly giving my book my total attention, but actuallywatching the salesman's reactions out of the corner of my eye.
He didn't seem to notice what she was doing at first, but asthey talked about the shoes, his eyes naturally travelled back andforth from her face to her feet. Finally, on about the third suchpass, I saw him blink twice quickly, apparently unable to believehis eyes. He stared up her dress for a few seconds, and then realizedwhat he was doing and pulled his eyes back up to her face. Knowingthat she is fastidious about keeping her pubic hair cut very short,and since his face was only about three or four feet from her crotch,I was absolutely certain he had gotten a clear view of her cunt inall it's red-haired glory.
It was really funny to watch him because, try as he might, hecouldn't keep them from dropping down to the level of her crotch. It kept happening over and over, he'd be looking at her face, anda second later he would be staring up her dress. Then he'd catchhimself, and look up at her face or down at her feet for a while,but inevitably, before very long, his yes would come back to the apexof her thighs again.
She acted like she is totally unaware of the show she was givinghim, being intent on whether she likes the shoes or not, and earnestlycommenting to him on their fit, feel, style and such.
Then she asked him to help her try on the pair of boots she'dpicked out. They were a bit tight, and the process of pulling themup her delectable thighs apparently gave him a super view of herdelectable little snatch. I'm not sure if it was totally due to hisbeing nervous, or if he was intentionally making the process takemuch longer than necessary to prolong the show, but he certainly tookan extra long time to help her get them on.
After she had them on, act dissatisfied with what he had showedher (but I'm sure he wasn't dissatisfied with what she had shown him),and asked him if he had anything a bit different. This caused himto try and think about shoes and boots while he was being so pleasantlydistracted. Talk about pressure!
The whole time this was going on, I was sitting right next toher, seeming only vaguely interested in her shoe selection processwhile reading my book, but actually watching the salesman's everyreaction to his unexpected private peep show.
She looked at several more pairs of shoes and boots, lettingher legs fall open a little more each time he helped her to try oneon. One time, after he had removed one of the rejected pairs, shelet her bare foot fall right onto his lap and left it there as shecasually described the style of shoe she would like to see next. She even seemingly unconsciously let her foot squirm around a bitwhile it lay there in his crotch.
Later, she told me that while this particular act wasoccurring, she could clearly feel his cock with her foot. She saidit was hard as a baseball bat, although not nearly as large, of course,and that it got even harder as she rubbed it subtly with her sole. (Why was I not surprised?) He got so red in the face while that wasgoing on, that I thought he was going to bust an artery.
Eventually, she decided that none of the footwear was exactlywhat she was looking for. She courteously thanked the totallyflustered salesman for his time and trouble, and we left the storetogether. As we started to pass through the door, he ran after usand gregariously thanked us for coming in. He said he had enjoyedserving us (I'll bet he did!), and was sorry she didn't find anythingshe liked. He earnestly invited us to come back again, and said tobe sure to ask for him by name when we did. He even gave us his workschedule to be sure he was there when we came.
By this point, we had both had just about as much of thesetitillating activities as we could stand without getting some relief,so we left the mall, got in the car and started to drive home. WhileI was driving, we talked to each other about what we observed duringour little adventure, how we felt about it, and the reactions of themen who had been lucky enough to passively participate in it,especially the fortuitous shoe salesman, who had succeeded in gettingthe closest look at her.
We talked about a possible future variation on the theme, whereinstead of not wearing any panties at all, she would wear a pair ofher tiniest, sheerest, string bikini style panties, but make surethe crotch has crept well up into the crack of her cunt before wewent into the mall. That might make it seem like her display waseven more unintentional, and still would be very arousing to bothus and the salesman. The slight pressure of the soft panties on herinner cunt lips and clit would also serve to add physical stimulationto the psychological excitement of the situation. We agreed thatthe variation had definite possibili-ties.
Talking about the events of the day seemed to get us even moreturned on than the actual incidents had. As we did, she slipped herhand up well under her skirt. When I glanced down at her lap, I couldclearly tell by the movement of the material near her crotch thatshe was rubbing her hot pussy while we conversed. I asked her toturn sideways in her seat and pull her hem up higher so I could watchher play with herself. That's one thing that never fails to turnme on unbelievably. She quickly and eagerly complied, also spreadingher lovely legs apart to give me an even better view. Since she didn'thave to be covert about her actions anymore, she now went to workon her box with both hands at once.
From that point on, I had trouble watching the road. My eyeskept returning to her crotch, just like the salesman's did, but Igot to see her actually rubbing her clit and pumping two fingers upher dripping hole. I guess we're lucky I didn't get into an accident. Several times, the cars in front of me slowed down or stopped whilemy attention was otherwise occupied, and I just managed to avoidhitting them.
I asked her to slide over to me, take my cock out and strokeit as we drove along, but she refused, saying that both her handswee busy, and that I'd just have to wait until we got home. Of course,I pleaded my case again, since my dick felt like it was about readyto burst through my jeans on its own, but she turned me down flat,seemingly enjoying the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazywith unfulfilled lust, at least temporarily.
Then I asked her to open her blouse a little more so I couldget a better look at her breasts. She opened another few buttonsand spread the edges of it apart nicely. That gave me a pretty clearview of both tits, including her nipples, which were quite hard anderect. I guess it also gave some other drivers a pretty good displayof them as well.
Each time we stopped for a light, I would reach over and touchher tantalizing cunt. It was gushing pussy juice in a veritable flood. Each time the light changed to green again, it took all the selfcontrol I could muster to let go of her soaking wet twat and put myhand back on the wheel.
Needless to say, by the time we got home, we were both so hotwe tore off each others clothes, jumped right into bed and made long,passionate love together until long into the night. Of course, inkeeping with the day's theme, we left the blinds up, the curtainsopen and the lights on. All in all, it was a very good day and anexcellent night. I can't wait until we try something like that again,and I'm sure we will.
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