My wife Jill is a cute little petite "real" blonde, 5' 3", 104 lbs, with bouncy B breasts and hard nipples. She has a narrow waist, great ass and slim legs. She is kind of a shorter version of Nicole Kidman. Jill still has not visualized herself other than a shy, modest and proper lady that wouldn't think of doing anything nasty.
Not long after we were married when she was in her early 20's, something happened that made me realize how exciting it is to have other men see my pretty wife completely naked. To know that she is so shy and modest and would never knowingly allow another guy to see her, even in a bra, makes the whole experience a real turn on for me.
In the winter months, Jill would tan regularly at a small tanning salon, owned by a friend of hers, and located on a lower floor in an old downtown building. The salon was being remodeled to make room for more beds and was torn up in the construction process. The owner had temporarily placed several tanning beds in different rooms separated from the waiting area so they could remain open for business during construction. One tanning bed was placed in an old hallway that had been blocked off with a new wall and was separated from the temporary waiting area by a six foot locked glass sliding door that was to be framed and sheet rocked in later. The glass door was covered with brown paper held with masking tape on the glass for privacy. A regular wooden door from another room was used to access the temporary location for the bed.
Anyone using that tanning bed would not be aware of any activity on the other side of the covered glass door. Since my wife and the owner were friends, she would normally let my wife tan after hours while the janitorial was cleaning and write down her own time for billing. I had been cleaning the garage and Jill talked me into driving her to the tanning salon where I had dropped her off, ran an errand and returned to pick her up around 9 PM that evening.
I walked into the waiting area with a cup of coffee and sat down across the room from the covered glass door and glanced through a magazine to wait for her. The place was now closed so no other customers or staff was in that part of the salon. A new carpet was being installed in the waiting area and two carpet installers were working across the room from me right next to the covered glass door. You could see a blue-violet light glow coming from the other side of the glass door. I noticed that some of the brown paper that had been taped over the waiting room side of the door for privacy had become loose. There was a small 6 to 8 inch corner area of paper that had fallen from the tape and was hanging back off the glass about two or three feet up from the bottom of the door. This formed a small triangle shaped opening looking directly into the other area.
As I watched, the two workmen were down on their knees huddled together and appeared to be examining a seam in the new carpet at the door directly in front of the opening in the paper covering. A couple moments later when I glanced at them, the opening in the paper was twice the size it had been just a few seconds before. Two things we pretty clear by now; the two guys were having a good time watching whatever they were watching and whoever taped the brown privacy paper on the glass had put it on the outside of the glass which wouldn't do a lot to protect the modesty of the person on the other side if some dirty minded guy wanted to take a peek. The blue-violet light was shinning through the clear glass opening on their faces. They were laughing and quietly talking and remained in the same place for several minutes.
I really didn't think too much about it until some other workman yelled from another part of the building and they both quickly jumped up and hurried out of the room. I don't think they had even noticed me sitting across the waiting room but when they passed me to go out the door they had a look on their faces like they just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. After they left the room and walked up the stairs, I noticed that the open flap of paper had been hastily reattached and the opening was almost closed. To satisfy my curiosity, I quickly went over to the glass door, got down on my knees and looked through the small opening in the paper. There was my beautiful young wife lying on her back stark naked in the tanning booth not more than two or three feet from the opening in the brown paper. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The whole picture hit me like a ton of bricks and it was suddenly clear why the two guys were acting so strange spending so much time in the same spot. How amazing it was to remember how careful she always is to make sure the blinds are closed when she is dressing and how she won't even consider wearing a swimming suit that shows too much. There she was lying there without a chance of protecting her modesty.