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.
Of all the tanning beds in the place she could have selected, she had to pick the one right next to the door where she was unknowingly entertaining two horny guys she didn't even know. The bright lamps shinning down from the top of the tanning bed cover were about a foot above her body and did a great lighting job clearly showing all of her charms and didn't leave anything to the imagination. The foot of the tanning bed was only a few inches from the glass door at a slight angle that allowed a great view of her entire body. You could see her soft breasts with hard nipples rise and fall with her breathing as she listened to the music. Her legs were slightly parted so the guys could look right up between her legs at her cute little blonde pussy. Her pubic hair is so light and sparse; they could clearly see her entire slit opening and deep rose colored pussy lips as she lay there under the bright lamps.
A month before, I had begged and pleaded enough that she had reluctantly agreed to let me shave her just one time as long as I didn't ask her again. I knew I had to make the most of it so I only left a little blonde fuzz up on her mound and the rest of her crotch was slick as a lollipop. She didn't like how my handiwork showed off her full pussy lips even when she held her legs tightly together. She felt exposed and even self-conscience standing naked in front of me with nothing hiding her secret place. Little did I know that several other guys would be lucky enough to get to enjoy viewing my wife's essentially shaved crotch up close and personal. If she had known that she would be lying there showing her naked manicured pussy to these strangers while they laughed and made jokes she would have been so embarrassed. My heart was pounding with excitement as I heard voices coming, so I quickly returned to my chair and pretended to be reading.
I didn't even look up as the same two carpet layers returned to the room with another guy wearing a carpenter's belt following them. They all three glanced my way but went directly over to the spot by the opening in the paper and appeared to be discussing that same seam in the carpet. It wasn't long before the paper had been pulled away again letting the blue light stream into the waiting room. I raised my eyes from the magazine and saw them grinning and whispering to themselves as they feasted their eyes on my beautiful naked wife. One of the carpet guys kept looking over his shoulder at me as the three of them talked and laughed louder and louder. I'm sure my wife could have heard them joking around except that the motor and cooling fans on the tanning bed covered up the commotion. Also, she had placed the audio headset over her ears and was enjoying the music.
I was sitting there with my heart pounding trying to decide whether to break up their little party or just get out of there when the carpet guy who had been glancing at me motioned with his finger for me to come over to where they were. I think it finally became so obvious that they were not working on the carpet, with their noses pressed up against the glass, that they were going to have to share their good fortune with me since they certainly were not ready to close up the paper and end all the fun. The carpet guy met me half way across the room with a big grin telling me how I wouldn't believe the hot chick they were watching. The idea that the hot chick was my wife never crossed his mind. I was dressed in old work clothes with my coffee and he must have guessed I was also working in the building and was just taking a break.