From Fantasy to Reality in The Naked City -- Part 4
Edward opens the door for Susan to explore her sexuality
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Author's Note: This is the continuation of the journey of a mature couple attempting to preserve the passion in their marriage. This 11-part series records our 3-day holiday at Cap d'Agde, France (a.k.a. The Naked City) as this couple continues its 'sexploration' of new erotic adventures to see where the journey takes them. This story contains real-life experiences and re-counts actual events of our life. The writer enhanced the story with certain (small) details.
(Chronologically, the following took place approximately one year after 'Greece,' a little more than two years after 'Punta Cana,' and about three years after 'Reawakening')
WARNING: This story is long as it tries to capture the conflicting emotions of a mature wife shedding her inhibitions; a husband both enamored, as well as struggling, with his emotions and expectations; and both dealing with real-life consequences. If you are looking for a quick fuck-and-suck story, this is not for you. But if you enjoy it, please vote and leave a comment.
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They were silent other than the 'click-clack-click' of a woman's heels upon the floor of the hotel. As Edward and Susan walked out through the hotel lobby and down the sidewalk, other couples streamed in a similar direction in front of, and behind them, towards the areas called Port Ambonne and Port Nature.
Susan could feel all eyes following her as she walked down the street. Men and even some women smiled and their heads turned as she walked past, perhaps in affirmation of how she was wearing this dress. She was feeling good about herself and she gave her walk a little extra hip all the way down the street.
She would never have entertained wearing a dress like this in public before. She had not purchased this dress. Like most of the sexiest items in her wardrobe her husband had purchased it. Wearing a garment like this at home, where people may recognize her, with its short length, figure hugging fit, and low cut front and back, would be scandalous. But here, particularly seeing what other people were wearing, gave her a shot of confidence and allowed her the freedom to explore more of her naughty side. After all, no one knows her here so, what could it hurt?
And wearing essentially no underwear made her feel wickedly seductive. With a slight sea breeze blowing straight up her dress, playing with the hem, and breathing softly on her pussy, she knew her naked butt was only inches away from being exposed to anyone who had the right angle. Just thinking about it was increasing her aroused. And she could feel herself getting damp, getting her hotter by the minute just thinking about how close she was to showing everything.
She noticed the couple directly in front of them, who were acting particularly playful. The woman wore a sheer white micro mini-dress, thigh-high white stockings, and very high heels. The sheer dress could not hide her nipples and barely covered her ass, and her white thong was in clear view. Her man had his arm around her trying to help her navigate the sidewalk in impossibly high heels, while openly fondling her ass cheeks as they walked. His actions, perhaps intentional, pulled the dress up even further.
The man turned back to Susan and Edward and stopped. "Would you mind taking a photo?" he asked.
"Sure, no problem," Edward said, stepping forward and taking the man's cell phone.
The couple posed and Edward now was able to take in the full frontal sight of the woman. The woman's areolae were clearly front and center on display, her nipples proudly protruding forward suggesting the woman's unyielding sensuality. She looked impossibly confident in such a scandalously sexy outfit. He snapped a few photos as the woman posed seductively with her man, then she turned pulling up her dress on one side to show her ass.
"Nice! You guys look great!" Edward said as he handed the phone back. "You can check them if you want."
"Nah, I'm sure they're fine. How about you guys?" the man asked.
"What?" asked Susan surprisingly?
"How about I take some photos of you guys...you know...memories! Unless you wear that hot outfit at home!" the man teased looking directly at Susan.
"Let's do it, sweetheart," Edward said handing his phone to the man before Susan could object.
Realizing another person was focusing on her, and her chosen outfit, Susan was ashamed to admit her heart sped up as much from fear as from anticipation. She suppressed an inherent urge to run as the man looked her up and down, as if she was a piece of meat and nervously posed at her husband's side for a few photos.
"You both look great, you are a lucky man, sir!" the man said smiling. He returned the phone to Edward and gave them a wink and a smile. "Perhaps we'll see you later!?"
Meanwhile, the woman walked up to Susan, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "You look really hot! Dressed like that, I know you are going to have a memorable night!"
The couple turned and walked arm in arm down the sidewalk.
Susan stood stunned. What did she mean by memorable night? Ironically, the woman's words actually helped her overcome her anxiety, it being replaced by a thrill deep within her body at the sudden affirmation from a younger woman.
"Let me see," Susan demanded, curiously smiling as she viewed herself.
"Here let me take a few more," Edward suggested. Emboldened, he wanted a few solo shots of his hot wife in her sexy new outfit.
"Here we go now!" Edward was not allowing 'no' for a response, and surprisingly, Susan agreed! She struck some seductive poses as best she could, trying to mimic the woman before.
Edward beamed with pride seeing his wife outside their hotel room, as the public would see her. The black dress really showcased her blonde hair and tanned skin, and highlighted her curves to perfection. And between the short length of the dress and her heels, her legs looked phenomenal. He kept snapping photos and made it known he appreciated his wife's sexy attitude.
"Now how about turning around, look over your shoulder," commanded Edward.
Susan was stammering to find the words, "Um...well...I don't...think..." Yet, Susan complied, turning, pushing her ass out, and even bending over slightly while pulling the side hem of her dress up, just like the woman.
Edward took more shots before showing them to his wife. Susan was shocked at each image she viewed, particularly the last couple. Bent over, the dress crept up past her lace stocking tops to the cleft where her upper thigh met her butt cheeks. It was a lewd and obscene photo, but she didn't delete them. Instead she laughed dismissively and warned Edward never to show those to anyone.
They continued walking and Susan soon found herself distracted by another unexpected issue. With every step she took, she could feel the string of pearls carving further between her vulva. Surprisingly although deeply uncomfortable initially, the smooth, rigid pearls served to titillate her clitoris. The subtle vibration became more stimulating as the pearls warmed and she became wetter. It was an incredible dichotomy of senses that became increasingly more intense with every step.
They soon came upon a sidewalk café and bar called La Pilouterie. The place was buzzing with people - a place not only to sit and have a drink to enjoy the atmosphere, but also a place to be seen. Edward suggested having a quick drink before venturing out to look for a restaurant. With the pearl thong wedging further between her pussy, Susan welcomed the opportunity to stop.
They were lucky to find a table with a great view out to the harbor to watch the setting sun. But more importantly, at this place of 'see and be seen' the table offered a near front-row seat to the biggest sporting event in Cap d'Agde - people watching.
Susan realized as she got up on the stool of the high-top table, all modesty went out the window. She looked down. Her short dress had ridden obscenely higher - the creamy white of her thighs above her lace-top stockings visible and she wondered if, or how much of, her pussy she had exposed to the crowd. Susan reactively tugged the dress to cover as much as possible, but it proved pointless.
She looked around as she attempted her adjustments and, as expected, she found eyes glued to her, and more specifically her legs, trying to peer up her dress. She noticed one man in particular, two tables over, watching her. The guy was younger, good-looking, smartly dressed, and in shape. The way he was smoking a cigarette revealed confidence. He looked very French.
He smiled and nodded towards her. The realizations of flashing her goods while being nearly bare underneath her dress made her smile mischievously back to him.
Curiously, a warm feeling overcame her initial reticence. She had always been too shy to want to be singled out. But here was this man, openly staring, uncaring if he was detected and rebuked. And dressed as she was, she found it surprisingly thrilling! This was all new to her, and therefore exciting.
The server came and they ordered drinks.
As she looked around, Susan observed an interesting disparity. The men were dressed in a similar way - typically nice jean or slacks and a button down shirt. In other words, appropriately dressed for a typical dinner out or a nice party - anywhere.
But the attire worn by the women was totally contrasting. The scene before her was something one would see at the adult video awards. Women in the sexiest outfits; one sluttier than the next, seemed to be the norm -- see-thru, sheer, and mesh dresses or blouses, the shortest of mini-skirts, lingerie and even body paint! The women wore things more suitable for fantasy play in the bedroom, than a night on the town.
And the shoes!!! Susan wondered how those woman could walk in some of the highest, sluttiest "stripper shoes" she had ever seen. Clearly, with the focus of the evenings in Cap d'Agde on the women -- the women obliged - and everything was on display.
Just a few minutes earlier, Susan thought her outfit was edging toward slutty. Now she realized, here in Cap d'Agde, her outfit was conservative in comparison.
The drinks arrived. Edward and Susan toasted and turned their attention to the evening parade of scantily dressed women pass by. Susan actually enjoyed having a glass of wine while watching the incredible sunset.
"You cannot show those photos to anyone, understand!" she warned.
Edward smiled. "Of course! They will be in the vault, for only my viewing pleasure!" he assured his wife. "But you saw how hot you look in that dress, with those stockings and heels, right?"
