From Fantasy to Reality in The Naked City - Part 10
A Mature Woman Strips in Front of an Appreciative Audience
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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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Day 2
After showering, Susan started applying her make-up and then moved to selecting her outfit for the night. She had seen firsthand what other women wore at night in Cap d'Agde, and she knew it was in the evening that the sexy fashion shows really started.
Although she owned nothing truly risquΓ©, for the first time in her life, and without pandering to her husband, she wanted to dress her sexiest.
First, she slipped on a pair of strappy black stilettos. Her red painted toenails offered an alluring contrast to the black leather heels.
Then she pulled on her silk blouse. Although the garment was low cut, thin, and fit somewhat tight, because of her new-found confidence she chose not to wear a bra with it. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and was astonished at the way her tits looked. She could see their full shape and form fully visible through the tissue-paper-thin semi-transparency. She shimmied her chest from side to side. She watched as her nipples came to life and poked out the front of the blouse.
"Whoa!"
she thought. She wondered if she should put a bra on after all.
Finally, she reached for her skirt. She had worn this same sexy black miniskirt in the past, and only on holiday. It hit just above mid-thigh and would be scandalous to wear around people she knew. She wore it only a few times, willing to acquiesce to her husband's wishes to dress provocatively. She playfully dubbed it the "action skirt," since she received a lot of attention from men when she wore it.
She held the skirt in front of her and looked at herself again. She shook her head. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked to her reflection. "Are you sure about this? You're a middle-aged woman!"
But overpowering such thinking, Susan had become more aware of her sexuality and her outfit for this evening would make that obvious to everyone. And strangely she felt she was no longer trying to dress just for her husband, or to impress other men. She was dressing to display confidence in her own femininity and sexuality, not in competition against other females, but for the camaraderie she felt with other sexily dressed women.
Edward was ready well before Susan. He sat in a chair and played with his phone. Although partially distracted dealing with a few work emails, he loved to watch his wife get ready for a sexy evening out. For him, foreplay began as he watched his wife get dressed up for the evening.
As she dabbed perfume on her wrists and neck, and then surprisingly between her breasts and between her legs, and made sure her make-up was flawless, his mind ventured to that sordid place again. He couldn't help it, his sexual hormones took charge, his breathing increased, and his cock was growing in his pants with the thought that she was doing this not only for him, but also for other men. And that's what made it so exciting.
But walking around naked, he was also reminded his wife shaved her pubic area smooth. Susan had never shaved completely before. She knew he preferred the 'look' of leaving a thin strip of hair rising from her clit. He began to panic and swallowed hard, convinced his wife was doing all this for a specific man - for Derrick.
Yet this time, strangely, the entire build up only served to stoke the fires of his perversion. He was becoming more comfortable with that scenario. And it was quickly becoming atomic in its intensity.
Susan pulled on the black skirt and zipped it up. Looking in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. Standing back from the mirror, she took in the whole package. From head to toe, and after being naked all day, she couldn't believe how different she felt
with
clothes on. But she had to admit that she looked hot.
In those black stilettos, her legs were impossibly long and looked incredibly toned. With the low-cut blouse, her cleavage was perfectly on display - not too subtle, but not hanging out there. She looked over her shoulder, the low-cut back reached more than half-way to the top of her ass, and her breasts halfway tumbled out the side of the top.
It was scandalous, but damn did she feel sexy! She could hardly wait to go out for others to see her. The liberating sensation of blatantly flaunting her body felt so exhilarating.
"You go Girl!" she whispered. Previously, she wanted everybody to see her as a faithful wife, dutiful mother, and competent, hard-working woman. She thought that was the expectation. But she now realized she was missing out. Sometimes it's nice to be seen as a sensual woman.
Susan was beginning to accept the 'new' Susan. She smiled at the new woman she barely recognized in the mirror.
She briefly thought about that lime green mesh dress she saw earlier.
"Maybe I should have gone all out and purchased that for tonight,"
she thought.
As she moved closer to view her front, she realized she had another dilemma. The blouse was so thin and without a bra, one can easily make out the silhouette of her areole and nipples through the white silky material. And the full arousal of her nipples was on eye-popping display! She bent forward slightly. As if the thinness of wasn't scandalous enough, the plunging neckline of the blouse was so low cut, there was a high likelihood a nipple would become visible. Seemingly, the only thing holding the fabric in place was her nipplyness arousal.
She shook her head at herself in the mirror, wondering if she would gradually start to understand all her new feelings.
"
Well,"
she had to admit to herself, "
Edward isn't forcing me into this. It's my choice to wear this."