I have explored a lot of new sexual fantasies over the years with my hubby, but our latest adventure took us to new heights in exhibitionism.
Looking to have an exciting weekend away from home, hubby and I decided to spend a couple of nights in Reno, Nevada, at one of the cityâs many casino resort hotels. After checking in to our hotel, we decided to grab a quick bite to eat before returning to our room to prepare for an evening of dancing and merriment.
Anticipating a night of pub hopping, I decided to wear a fashionable black jumpsuit. Hubby always loves it when I choose this outfit as the material is shear and tight-fitting, showing off my more than ample 41 year-old ass. The front of the outfit has a wrap-around style design with a plunging neckline. When standing upright and walking, only the cleavage from my 36c titties is visible. But if I donât pay attention when bending over, or even when simply reclining in a cocktail lounge chair, anyone who cares to pay attention gets an eyeful.
After a couple of hours sampling the wine cellars of four area pubs, hubby and I returned to our hotel to relax in one of the casino lounges. A three-piece combo group kept up a steady mix of pop tunes, perfect for easy listening and dancing. As the night wore on, and the crowd thinned out to just three or four tables, hubby and I struck up a conversation with a group of five older guys at an adjacent table. I would guess the youngest guy to be in his mid fifties. The rest were easily in their early sixties.
After a while, and a few more glasses of wine, the conversation between the seven of us seemed to get grittier and grittier, with the dirty jokes and laughter flowing non-stop. The five guys were apparently in Reno attending a conference at the hotel. As I recall, they were all independent business types involved in cleaning supplies or something to that effect. The main thing I remember about the guys at that point, was their increased interest in my carelessness â repeatedly allowing my suit to gape open and expose my tits for their viewing pleasure.
Deciding to have a little fun with the oldest of the five, I jokingly acknowledged that I was aware of him starring at my boobs. I suggested to him that if he was that interested, he should take a picture. He was clearly embarrassed, and quickly shot a glance at hubby to see if he had been offended by his lack of tact. Instead, hubby grabbed for the camera out of my handbag and offered to take a picture.
After much laughter, and at the urging of his friends and my hubby, I crossed over to the old guyâs seat and plopped myself down on his lap. Just as hubby snapped off a picture, I pulled to top of my suit off to one side exposing my bare booby to the camera and the flush-faced of the old man. My antics, and the reaction from the old guy caused howls of laughter from the other guys, and calls for yet another round of drinks.
By now, I was really feeling loosened up. The wine was giving my face a rosy glow and I could sense that my inhibitions were clearly compromised. Thatâs when the younger of the five men jokingly asked me what I might charge for a private strip tease show up in one of their suites. I wasnât sure if he was joking or not, but I decided to play the game a little. I told him that I had never done such a thing other than for my hubby, although I was not loath to the idea.
With this, the others chimed in, demanding to know what price they would have to pay to see me perform a private strip tease. I still didnât believe that this would go any further than the usual barroom chatter of drunks, so I directed the question to my hubby. Always there with a definitive non-answer, hubby simply said he would support whatever I decided, adding that, whatever was agreed to, it had to be understood that he must remain with me at all times.
So the question was back to me again. With the five guys now begging for an answer, I decided to throw out a dollar amount that I felt would settle them back into their seats and into their cocktail glasses.
âI could not perform a private strip show for strangers for anything less than $100 each.â I told them.
I had barely finished my announcement when the youngest of the five announced he was âinâ. To my astonishment, the other four quickly agreed to my price. I couldnât believe it. By the expression on hubbyâs face, neither could he.
Tossing back their drinks, the five men stood and beckoned hubby and I join them. The next ten minutes was kind of blurry for me. I remember following the guys to the hotel elevator, listening to the guys decide whoâs room would be used, and ultimately entering a large three-room suite on an upper floor of the hotel.
At my request, I was handed a glass of white wine which I slowly sipped as I watched the guys busily rearrange the room to form a circle of seats. I thought to myself that they werenât leaving much room for me to perform in the middle of all those chairs.