Annie rested with her head on the pillow, peaceful after our torrid sex session. Cum still coated her chin. A few large drops had fallen off and trickled down her chest to the valley between her breasts. I dipped a finger into the still warm semen and ran it over her lower lip. Her tongue snaked out and licked it off. "Hmmmm. Delicious", she murmured, finishing the last of my offering. "That was a big load of cum, honey. Did you like me showing off my mouth full? Pretty naughty?"
" Oh, yes. My sweet little cock sucker", I said. "And you drank every last bit of of it."
"That's me- Bunny's little cum queen, your little whore. I love the taste of cum in my mouth and how it feels when I swallow it. And the feel of your cock and your balls in my mouth. I'm really getting into blow jobs. Makes me want to do you all over again."
She played with my cock and within seconds it became hard again. I knew I'd have to wait a while before I could function fully.
"Now, that was exciting", Annie said.
"What was exciting?", I asked.
"You know." She blushed. "Having those strangers looking at me."
"Oh, what did you like about it?"
"I don't know. It felt so risqué knowing that all those strange men were staring at me, that I was sort of the center of their attention."
"You sure were", I said. "They couldn't keep their eyes of those gorgeous tits of yours. And when you sat under that tree, you gave such a sweet view of those sexy legs and nice panties."
"You don't mind strange men looking at my breasts or up my skirt?"
"Honey, they do that anyway", I replied. "You're being overly naive if you think that most men aren't checking you out every day- scoping out those big tits and, when you sit down, peering up your skirt if you're wearing one. You've got to be use to it by now. Just think of all the thousands of men over the years that have had a fond look at your feminine delights. You underestimate how attractive you really are. Anyway, I find it a real turn-on. I love to watch you show yourself off. I don't know why. I feel so proud having a beautiful wife and watching strangers enjoy her big tits and those lovely upskirt scenes. Most men feel the same way I presume. Maybe its the idea of seeing you as so sexy and desirable in the eyes of other men- like I do or, maybe its the idea of me having something they don't. They fantasize about feeling you up but I get to do it. That old male competitive thing."
"I didn't look too slutty?"
"Not at all. You looked like a normally dressed woman who inadvertently was giving men a free show."
Annie reflected for a while before speaking. "I guess I like the idea of so many men finding me attractive and sexy. It's like feeling admired and wanted...sort of like being a performer in front of an audience that really likes you."
"True", I said. "It was as if you were giving them a nice little gift. Something out of the ordinary. It wasn't just lust they were feeling. Maybe a sense of gratitude. You were adding a sense of something special, something beautiful, to their otherwise normal and drab lives. You can think of it as sort of erotic social work", I said
"Hmmmm. Interesting thought. I also liked the sense of power it gave me. It felt as if I was controlling them somehow. It was like that just by lifting up my skirt a little or showing them my breasts, even with a bra and blouse on, I had this incredible power over what they thought and felt. I really liked knowing that they were looking."
"True again. You had the power to make those poor men happy or sad. You can bestow your gift on them or take it away. A little glance at a hard nipple can make a man's day- make him feel rich and alive. That's a pretty awesome power. Use it but don't abuse it my sweet", I joked.
We talked for a while longer and then Annie announced she was going out shopping....for something to surprise me with. I decided to take a well deserved nap. Annie changed into her "normal" attire and then left.
I read for a while, took a shower and fell asleep. I had been out for what seemed like an hour when Annie returned. She walked in with a bag from one of the best boutiques in town and went into the bathroom. "I'll be right back", she said with a wink.
I got dressed and sat in one of the easy chairs to wait. After a few minutes the bathroom door opened and Annie stepped out. She was wearing her high heels with black nylons, the same knee length, green silk skirt and a newly purchased, expensive looking, old fashioned, gossamer thin, beige silk blouse that she had buttoned to the neck like a prim schoolteacher. I whistled heartily to signal my delight. She had tucked in the blouse snugly. Looking closer I could see that underneath she had on a clinging Victoria's Secret satin camisole which she had never felt secure enough to wear out in public before. Her stiff nipples were nicely apparent and I could make out the outlines of her aureoles as faint circles even through the twin layers of satin and silk. "Hmmmm, I like that", I said.
"And, how about this Sweetie?" She grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly, almost tauntingly, brought it to her waist to show off a new, black satin half slip.
"Yummy", I said.
"I'm not done yet", she said in a low, sultry voice. She inched the slip up her legs, revealing a black satin and lace garter belt holding up a pair of nylons instead of her usual thigh highs. The final touch was new white satin panties.
I became hard immediately. "Now, this I really like", I said enthusiastically.
"I thought you'd like it. Would you mind if I wore my new outfit for supper tonight", she asked coyly?
"Well of course my dear. You look marvelous" I loved the idea that Annie was starting to get more comfortable into showing herself off.
"You don't think its too much, do you?"
"Nope. You are tasteful, classy as well as very sexy- in an understated way. How about you? You've always told me that you would never go out in public without a bra."
