Linda Jacobson was a very nice person, pleasant and well liked. While not beautiful, she was pretty and attractive with thick, solid black hair and a good, if not spectacular, figure. However, like most women, she found fault with her physique: she was too short (5' 2"), her breasts were too small (34B), she was too heavy (110 pounds), etc. However, there was one attribute with which she was happy -- her legs. They were very nice, long for her height, with calves and thighs firm and well-shaped. These assets, however, were what eventually got her in trouble for she delighted in showing them off. Linda's one significant flaw (if it was one) was that she was an inveterate exhibitionist. She always wore skirts with hose, garter belts and panties, not pantyhose. She enjoyed getting out of a car with her skirt up and legs parted, exposing her hose tops, bare thighs and panties. She delighted in sitting at a party with her legs drawn up, "accidentally" displaying those same attractions to male admirers. Her activities were relatively innocent, causing pleasure for herself and enjoyment (ocular only) to those admirers.
The only problem with her "hobby" was that her husband, Jeff, did not get the same enjoyment that she did. Somehow, the idea of other men looking salaciously up his wife's skirt did not appeal to him. This had been the source of numerous arguments between them, almost always ending with her agreeing to try to reform -- which, of course, she never did. She got a real tingle between her legs when she thought that a man had seen her thighs, even more pronounced when she knew that her panties had been seen. She knew, obviously, that Jeff disapproved and she didn't like making him unhappy, but the thrill of "the chase" overcame her good intentions. It was a compulsion that was irresistible since she really saw nothing wrong with her innocent fun. Usually she made her most blatant displays when she knew Jeff couldn't see, but, inevitably, she slipped up, he saw, and the argument began again. Fortunately, while the arguments were heated and loud, they had always been verbal, not physical. However, that was about to change.
Linda and Jeff were invited to a large New Year's Eve party given by some friends, John and Elsa Johnson, in their large rambling home. Linda had a new short cocktail dress that even made her breasts look bigger to her, under which she wore white lace panties, white garter belt and sheer, long stockings. She felt very good as they arrived, confident in her appearance and ready to have a good time. After circulating for awhile, she ended up sitting on a couch and, almost without thinking, opened her legs sufficiently to get that tingle as eyes probed toward her thighs. Actually, she was reasonably circumspect, only showing her legs, not her panties. However, as the evening wore on and 12:00 AM approached, the excitement of the evening, and a drink or two, created a boldness that took her beyond her normal limits. Suddenly, an urge overcame her, and she went into the bedroom where coats and purses had been placed, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. She had never gone that far before at a party or social event, but somehow being without panties that night seemed overwhelmingly attractive.
She came out of the bedroom feeling very sexy, very open under her skirt, as she walked through the crowd. When twelve midnight arrived, she and Jeff kissed and she kissed several friends in celebration. After midnight, the party settled down and she found herself sitting, once again, on couch in one of the many side rooms. Then, knowing full well what she was doing, she let her skirt ride up near her hose tops and let her legs open slightly. Very shortly after that, she had an avid audience of three men hanging on to every word she said -- and focusing their eyes on the white thighs exposed under her skirt. She felt her
tingle
multiplied, partly because of the time, the drinks and the fascinated audience and she was almost compelled to do more. She had never shown her cunt before, only her panties, at most, but now she
wanted
to be seen. Slowly, as if merely shifting to a more comfortable position, she raised and swung her legs over, letting them spread as she did so. Her audience had a clear view all the way to her crotch, her cunt nicely displayed as she moved. Their eyes would have bulged out if it had been possible and, for Linda, a surge of heat flowed through her, centering in her cunt.
That surge of pleasure and sexual excitement dominated her and, once again, the compulsion to show herself caused her to shift several times, opening her legs wider and longer each time she did so. There was very little conversation and the men no longer raised their eyes to her face. Finally, and later she was embarrassed to remember what she had done, she raised her knees up to shift her legs over, but just stopped in the middle, showing them her cunt. How long she stayed in that position she never knew, but three men certainly had time to study every detail of her very excited cunt. How long it would have lasted is also unknown, for suddenly she became aware of Jeff coming toward her and she jerked her legs together and set up. As Jeff came up to the couch, Linda's audience found other things that they needed to do and disappeared.
Linda was flustered, not knowing what he had seen, but he only commented that it was getting late and that they should be leaving. She was reassured when he said that he would get her coat and purse while she said goodnight to the Johnson's. Unfortunately for her, Jeff had
not
arrived just as she saw him. In fact, he had been the beneficiary of the same view as the three admirers but from further away and at an angle. However, even from a distance it was obvious that he was
not
seeing white panties. The darkness between her thighs could only have been hair and the three heads leaning forward were not focusing on her face! As he came closer, her pantiless cunt became excruciatingly clear. The black-haired lips outlined the deep red interior, showing that it was aroused and open. As she looked up and saw him, her legs snapped shut, proving that she had been well aware of her exposure. He pretended to have seen nothing, but, when getting her coat, he first opened her purse and, without surprise, pulled out a pair of sheer, white lace panties. He quickly put them in his pocket and took purse and coat to his wife -- who was due for a very unpleasant surprise.
The ride home was very quiet, neither having much to say. However, both their minds were in turmoil, replaying, over and over, the events of the evening. Having gotten over her first fear of Jeff having seen her showing herself, Linda's sexual excitement returned. She was both shocked at what she had done, but the thought, "I showed my cunt to those guys. Gods, they had to have seen everything! Oh, I wish I could have seen what I showed! I know that my skirt was up and my legs were open! Damn, I wish I could go off right now!" The same litany kept running through her mind all the way home.
For Jeff, the train of thought was
very
different. His first and automatic reaction was to be filled with anger as he saw those three men studying his wife's cunt -- particularly how wet and open it was. He had been irate with her when she just showed her panties, but
this
was unbelievable. He ran over several scenarios as to how he was going to confront her when they got home, all culminating in some severe punishment. His anger
was
very real and he
was
, in fact, quite furious. However, he had to admit to himself that he had been momentarily aroused, himself, as he walked toward and saw her legs spread and her cunt on show. He even had to admit a flash of smugness as he saw her audience gaping at what he saw regularly! Knowing that other men had seen between his wife's legs both repelled and excited him at the same time. Still, she
had
to be punished!
As they walked into the house, Linda suddenly remembered that she still had no panties on and knew that she had better put them on or else not let Jeff see her undress. She threw her coat onto the couch and headed immediately for the bedroom, but Jeff came right with her, ending her chance to undress alone. Taking her purse with her, she went into the bathroom, closed the door and opened it to retrieve her panties. She stared with astonishment and almost dropped the purse as she saw that they were missing. Thoughts of what could have happened flooded her mind, ranging from someone rummaging through her purse to having carelessly dropped the panties as she hurriedly put them away -- and she didn't know which was worse. However, everything was in its place, so she concluded that her panties were still back on their friend's bed, a traumatic thought in itself. Coming out of the bathroom, she had a blank, confused and worried expression on her face, and Jeff knew why!
He had already stripped to his shorts as he came up behind her and, before she could react, unzipped her dress down to her hips in back. Slipping it off of her shoulders and helping her step out of it and seeing her wearing only a bra, garter belt and hose, he asked, ingenuously, "What happened to your panties?"
Caught, Linda stammered, "Oh, I...I...took them off in the bathroom. They're in the hamper."
Closing his trap, Jeff reached over to his pants and said, "It's the damnest thing, but I thought you had worn these tonight! I wonder how they got into my pocket?" He watched as Linda's face froze in a stunned expression, her mouth open with no sound coming out. "So you just took them off in the bathroom! You took them off in
a
bathroom I don't doubt, but it wasn't
this
one! You've been walking around all night without panties and heaven knows how many people saw up your skirt. I walked into that room and, from the door, saw your cunt! You had three guys so close that they could have counted the hairs on it! I'll swear that they were almost drooling as they stared at the hole! What in hell were you thinking of? Then, to make it worse, you try to fool me by lying!
God damn it
, explain yourself!"
Linda literally was speechless. She tried to think of something to say but her mind was frozen with shock and nothing came out. There was nothing that she could say to defend herself, for she was caught -- guilty as charged. Finally, she managed to stammer out, "Oh....oh, Jeff, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I...I've gone without panties lots of time because....it's daring, I guess, a little adventure. I never show all the way up...it just feels sexy to walk around outside or at a store with nothing on underneath. I was having such a good time and I felt sexy in my new dress and I just wanted to feel sexier. I took off my panties and felt very excited and, I don't know, maybe a little high. It was fun walking around, talking to people, thinking how shocked they would be to know that I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. I never intended to let anyone see my cunt, it just happened and only that one time." Then, starting to cry, "I just got carried away. We were talking and they were very flattering and made me feel very attractive. I had my skirt up a bit and, without thinking, I swung my legs over and felt a real rush when, from their reaction, I knew that they had probably seen all the way up. Then I did it again -- and again. I just couldn't stop! Oh, they were looking and I got hotter and hotter and, finally, just before you came in, I just held my legs apart. Gods, I almost went off! I just couldn't help myself! Please don't be mad!"
