A message from Jayne.
Those who are following this series will know that it's probably better, though not essential to read the parts in the order they were written.
What Kevin and did to spice things up in our marriage is a long story covering many escapades so enjoy, and hopefully leave high scores and interesting comments on the many parts that at present are scheduled to be six, but there may be more.
Idle thoughts.
Frequently as I did the housework or was driving or shopping my mind would drift off and I would find myself thinking about what Kevin and I were getting up to. I knew it was unconventional, rather bizarre and maybe even somewhat taboo and, of course, I would find myself wondering just where it might lead. It may well be all those things I would smile to myself but by God it was such a turn on and so enjoyable. And of course there was the 'other thing' that was sort of conversationally suspended between us, the young Aussie waiter and me having sex.
I think it was the not knowing what was coming next with our sex life that gave me the biggest buzz. Though having a husband who thought so much about it and made such an effort to provide us with a varied and wonderful one was also a major turn on. In those thoughtful moments, I would realise that the escapades we indulged in together were making me love him all the more and yes, the sex was continually bringing us closer together.
email from Kevin.
I have just had a great idea, well I think it's great and I hope you will too. So clear your diary for Friday evening, ok?
Flashing.
"Make it that pub on the green in Chilsworth," Kevin said when he phoned from his car after leaving his office.
The pub was crowded, but then it was a Friday night and the weather was good, too warm really to be inside without air conditioning. Looking around, I couldn't see him so I eased my way through the crowd to the bar and ordered a vodka and water. Although I'm a fairly ballsy girl I'm always a little embarrassed going into bars or pubs alone. After all they are good pulling joints and in Chilsworth you sometimes get working girls and I don't like being mistaken for one of those.
"Where the hell is the sod?" I asked myself looking around, sipping my drink and feeling the warmth of the pub getting to me. I wished that I hadn't worn the jacket but then I had to, and I couldn't possibly take it off. Nothing happened for ten minutes or so, apart from me finishing my drink, having two guys offer to buy me one, another couple making eyes at me and me becoming hotter and hotter.
My phone rang.
"Warm are you?" Kevin asked.
"Fucking boiling, where are you?"
"I told you to just wear the dress."
"I am."
"No you aren't."
I lowered my voice as much as I could and still have Kevin hear me over the babble of noise from the customers in the pub.
"I am Kev, I'm not wearing panties or bra just as we agreed."
"You've got a fucking coat on," he boomed down the phone."
"Yes, well I have to."
"No, you don't, you silly girl."
"I do Kev, I couldn't come in the cab or in here without it."
"Yes you could."
"How could I, the dress is so overt."
"What do you mean overt, you mean sexy don't you? Take the coat off," he said in a mock annoyed tone of voice.
"I can't."
"You can, take the fucking thing off."
"Please Kev, no." I groaned thinking that this time we might going too far.
"I want them to see you in the dress I bought not some fucking trendy blazer. Anyway, why are you wearing that?"
"To cover up, I can't take it off."
"OK, just open it then."
"Where are you?"
"Don't worry about that just do as I say."
"Let me go outside?"
"No stay there and now undo that fucking coat."
My fingers were trembling as I undid the top two buttons.
"Mmm nice tits, love the cleavage," Kevin said down the phone. "Just like that young Aussie did, have you given anyone else a flash like that recently?"
"No of course not and that wasn't intentional with him, it was an accident," I explained.
"Yeah right so was Sharon Stones fanny flashing when she crossed her fucking legs."
I looked around. "Where the hell are you?"
"Mind your own business, now undo more buttons."
This really was the pee or get off the pot moment as I knew full well what was under the dark blue blazer. It was the pink dress that he had bought me as an alternative to the black slut's one I had worn a few times to please him. This was if anything more revealing, sexier and sluttish.
Like the black number it was quite short. The hem was about a foot above my knees meaning that it was also about that much down from my crotch. It was sleeveless with a low-cut neckline with the two sides meeting between my boobs where there was a zip that ran from there to just about where the top of my pubic hairs used to be before I shaved them off at Kevin's request and with his assistance. It was totally impractical to wear a bra and at his insistence I had dispensed with anything else so, no knickers, tights or stockings but four-inch, pale pink, strappy heels. The combination of the plunging neckline and my naked shoulders, arms and legs meant that I was flashing so much bare flesh that inevitably I would attract stares and maybe comments as well. It was certainly a dress that I had never thought I would wear in public!
Normally, I would have travelled by train but in such an outfit even with a coat over it, I had been extravagant and had taken a cab.
Looking around I saw that a few guys were looking at me. I got a buzz from that and realised I was in a bizarre way enjoying the situation and my increasing embarrassment. Was it the flasher in me? Was it my outgoing, sexually induced exhibitionism that gave me such a kick from posing for Kevin? I didn't know, but suddenly, I realised, my strongest feelings were not shyness, fear, apprehension and embarrassment, but excitement, arousal and sheer fucking horniness.
Standing facing the bar I undid all the buttons as Kevin had told me to but I couldn't bring myself to turn and face the crowded room and my 'audience' full on.
"That's better, that's nice," he said. "See their eyes Jay, see them looking? They're all looking at you love. Like that do you? Like all these guys looking at your big tits and long legs? Do you like that?"
"Yes Kev, yes I do like it, you know I do," I whispered into the phone.
"You like them imagining you with that dress off or with that zip undone, don't you?"
"Yes I do."
"Like them thinking about pulling the zip down, that's what they want to do you know."
"Yes."
"They want to see your big tits bare and your nipples hard like acorns."
"Yes."
"You know most of them think you're a hooker don't you?"
"No, I don't"
"Well they do and they want to fuck you."
"Oh Kevin don't. Please stop it?"
"Why? You like it. So, undo the rest of the coat, turn your back to the bar and let your audience see all of you."
Suddenly it didn't seem impossible, embarrassing or awkward but now it felt that it was the natural thing to do and I realised I wanted to do it. I wanted to play this game and enjoy the experience of yet another escapade with my husband. Still facing the bar, I cradled my phone between my neck and shoulder and as surreptitiously as possible undid the remaining buttons on the blazer. Glancing down just to make sure that the zip on the dress was up I slowly turned round.
The looks on the men's faces as they stared at me made me feel fantastic. It also made me feel cheap, sluttish, demeaned, abused and wanted and I fuckingwell loved that too. Leaning back against the bar I slowly lifted the glass towards my mouth, forgetting that it was empty but very aware that would make the jacket open up and show more of my cleavage and breasts.
"Buy you another?" a tall, bearded guy asked from along the bar. I smiled but didn't reply and was surprised when the barman said.
"Here ma'am, from the gentleman over there," as he handed me a glass of white wine.
I turned and raised the glass to the buyer and smiled at him as he ran his eyes up and down my body, exciting me even more. I saw him moving towards me and wondered what might happen. Before he could reach me, though a couple of young guys who were no more than early twenties and were almost next to me both asked the same question in different ways.
One said. "How much for a quick one out the back/"
The other said. "What do I get for twenty quid?"
I ignored both and turned to look at the guy who had me bought the drink. He was standing right next to me and was staring at the two youngsters and growled.
"Fuck off kiddies she's well out of your league."
I began to wonder whether Kevin had set this up and if he wanted me to let this guy pick me up. He was quite good looking, well built, seemed to be strong and was clearly brave by taking on the two punks.
"Thanks," I said sipping the wine as he stood closer and stared at my chest. Being so close and in a potential pick up situation that my husband may well have contrived thrilled me and I could feel my womanly juices starting to flow making me wish I were wearing panties.
"No problem," he replied smiling as I half expected him to ask me to go outside or something but just I saw Kevin walking towards me. He strode right up to me with a stern expression on his face. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the exit still with the glass in my hand. I just managed to put that on a table before he hauled me towards the door saying loud enough for many of the people in the bar to hear.
"Come on you slag, I have told you loads of times not to flash your big tits."
Outside, he took me in his arms and we kissed deeply and then burst out laughing.
"That was awesome love, you were great," he whispered cupping one of one of my boobs as his tongue slid into my mouth.
We got into the car and he slid his arm around me and with his other hand pulled the zip down on the slutty dress.
"Pull it open."
"Where we going?"
"Not far," he told me starting the engine as I pulled the dress open thus exposing my tits.
