Author's note: The following story is almost entirely true. I embellished one section, but otherwise this all happened... and I still think about it today.
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This story details the second time I had some success convincing my very conservative wife to expose some of her curvaceous body in public. The first story revolved around a trip to Myrtle Beach which awakened my inner voyeur and hinted at a willingness deep inside her, to explore exhibitionism given the correct circumstances. However, what that trip did not do is turn her into a wanton exhibitionist. As soon as we returned from our vacation and her skin condition improved she went back to loose fitting clothes and never left the house without wearing a bra.
Meanwhile, while she seemed unchanged by the adventure, I was not. I often pleasured myself to the memory of that trip and our bold exploits. Thinking about the several times strange men had been treated to the sight of her perfect 36C breasts was all I needed. I desperately tried to recreate opportunities for some repeat performances but with no success. That is, until the night of our sixth wedding anniversary. I had really worked on her in advance in trying to get her to wear something daring and sexy to dinner. I must say that I got little in the way of positive feedback, so I wasn't very hopeful. However, I guess the stars aligned with her mood and for some reason she apparently decide to play along.
I had made reservations at a seafood restaurant about 30 minutes from our house. The restaurant sat on the water and had become a favorite for our anniversary dinners. The night arrived and as was typical I had gotten ready in no time and was left waiting downstairs for her to appear. When I heard her coming down the stairs I tuned off the TV and prepared to leave. When I saw her emerge I was a little confused. She looked absolutely stunning, but she was wearing a stylish black coat over her clothes. The coat was very light and she had it tightly sashed at the waist which did a great job of highlighting her large breasts underneath.
However, it being June, there really wasn't a need for a coat. But it certainly looked nice and gave the impression that she was a woman of mystery. As for her lower half, she wore a black skirt which only just poked out beneath the jacket and came to just below mid-thighs showing a considerable amount of her legs. Her legs were wrapped in very sexy black stockings and the outfit was made complete by the little black pumps she wore. All in all, it kinda looked like I was heading out with a sexy secret agent.
I immediately wondered if she was wearing something provocative underneath, perhaps something slightly low cut or something. I couldn't help myself and said "Cool jacket, can I see what's underneath."
Her reply really sent my mind racing. She said "Nope, you'll have to wait until we get to the restaurant to see what's under here."
What followed was the longest 30 minute drive of my life. During the whole ride I tried to imagine how daring she had decided to be. Given that I had never seen her wear anything particularly sexy outside of the bedroom, I really wasn't sure what she might consider sexy. In fact, by the time we arrived at the parking garage a couple of blocks from the restaurant, I had prepared myself to be disappointed.
We walked hand in hand to the restaurant and I must admit I was satisfied with the scene. She normally did not wear much make-up but tonight she was wearing dark eye makeup and a dark red lipstick. She looked stunning and her make-up added to the secret agent vibe. Her hazel eyes really sparkle when she smiles and as we walked she kept smiling up at me. In her eyes I think I saw equal parts mischief and trepidation, which only served to heighten my sense of anticipation.
When we arrived at the restaurant it was quite busy and we had to wait a few moments for our table to be readied. I asked her if I could hold her coat but she just shook her head. We were finally escorted to our table and the moment of truth arrived. The table was upstairs and the lighting was subdued for the evening. She actually sat down with her coat on and waited for the hostess to leave us before she began to remove her coat. I sat transfixed waiting to see if perhaps she was wearing something with a V-neck, or something a bit more form fitting than her usual outfits. I soon found out that I had underestimated my wife.
As I explained in my previous story my wife has always had a pair of fantastic breasts. When we met in high school she was a skinny teenager with a 36C chest. We were now in our mid 20's and both of us had filled out a bit. For her that meant that she a bit more curvy, as the little bit of weight she had added seem to go to her ass, hips, and tits. She had had to move up to a 36D bra the last year and I must say that I had enjoyed the development.
As she unfastened the belt and began to open the front of her coat, at first all I could see was what looked like a loose fitting black blouse buttoned all the way to her neck. But just as I was beginning to feel let down she pulled the coat open and began removing her arms from the sleeves. Frankly, I couldn't help but stare. She had chosen to wear a black blouse that was extremely see-through with a fancy lace bra underneath. It was at the same time both very classy and very sexy. The choice of attire was so out of character that I was completely shocked that she had worn it.
As I sat and stared dumbfounded she asked "Is this outfit ok?"
About all I could do was stammer something like "Uh yes."
There across from me sat my gorgeous wife, with her massive breasts clearly visible being held high and proud on her chest by a very sexy bra. I immediately got rock hard and even had to adjust myself in my seat and had a hard time taking my eyes off her to look at the menu. So much so, that when the waiter arrived I had no idea what I wanted to drink. My wife ordered a glass of wine and I was so busy frantically surveying the list of beer that it wasn't until I looked up to give the waiter my order I noticed him staring at my wife's chest.
The waiter was a good looking guy in his early thirties and he was completely fixated on her chest. I couldn't blame him as he was treated to a down blouse view of her tits and cleavage right through her blouse. My wife looked intently at her menu intently until he finally got my order and left. I picked something quickly from the beer list and returned to enjoying the view in front of me.
Between the black color of the blouse and the dim lighting in the restaurant I don't think her exposure was that noticeable to other diners, but up close the view was amazing. As I continued to stare I became aware of the fact that her bra was itself see-through in places. In fact, as I looked I realized that I could just make out her nipples and large areolas peeking through strategically placed mesh sections of the bra. Now I was beside myself. I just couldn't believe my very conservative wife had gone this far.
Well, needless to say we had a wonderful dinner and an incredibly attentive waiter. He must have returned to check on us ten times during the meal. This probably contributed to the fact that my beautiful wife had three glasses of wine. With the help of the wine she had begun to loosen up and would look up at him when he stopped by. I'm pretty sure I caught her pushing her chest out a bit for his viewing pleasure.
At one point near the end of the meal I said with a sheepish grin "Our waiter really has been taking care of us tonight."
My demure wife responded ever so casually "Hmm, it seems so. Perhaps he sees something he likes at our table."
I laughed, and then somewhat brazenly said "Yeah, your beautiful tits."
That's not a word I would normally use around her but it seemed right at the moment and she replied "I sure hope so, I can't stick them out any further for him to enjoy."
At this point I was going crazy, I didn't know where this was coming from, but clearly when the mood hit her a deep buried exhibitionism would emerge. I was really enjoying our evening but finally we were done and ready to leave. I paid the check and she began to put on her coat. I was a bit disappointed but I understood that sitting at an intimate table with your husband and teasing a single waiter is different from strolling through the front of a very crowded restaurant in a see-through blouse.
When we made it to the front she asked me to wait for her while she went to the bathroom. This would normally be a purse holding situation so I offered to hold it while she used the restroom. She paused for a moment and then said, "No thanks, I might need it."
I remember thinking that was a little curious but I didn't worry on it too much. As a guy I try not to think about what my wife does in a bathroom. After a few minutes she emerged from the bathroom with a big grin on her face and if I was not mistaken she was blushing slightly. I was trying to figure her out when she grabbed my hand and said "Let's go."
So off we went out of the restaurant and into the warm summer evening. We set out on our way holding hands and walking close to each other. There was a giant parking lot across from the restaurant but this area was very popular in the summer so the lot had been full when we arrived. As such, we would have to walk around the lot which essentially meant walking a block along the water and then a block up a hill. The parking garage where our car was located was half a block further down to the right at the top of the hill.
As we walked along the first stretch we eventually got beyond the restaurant and could see the water on our right. It was a very picturesque scene and there were many people walking or jogging along this stretch as the sun was just setting. As we took in the scene my wife looked up at me and said "I am starting to get a bit warm, would you mind if I undid the belt on my jacket."
I was immediately hip to her game, and completely on board so I replied "I don't think I would mind at all, I wouldn't want you to get overheated."
"You know," she said "if I undo the belt there won't be anything to hold the font closed as we walk."
"But I want you to be comfortable," I assured her "and besides, a peek of a woman's bra is nothing to alarm anyone."
