I could feel her eyes on my cock. I was standing directly in front of her hands on my hips, shoulders back, chin up. Posing like a superhero. I stood there like a statue as her eyes moved up and down my legs, and back to my cock. It felt super erotic to stand and be gazed upon. Like a work of art. I stood still for several minutes. It felt like an hour. When her eyes finally wandered upward to meet mine, she shifted in her seat and held the glance. Her eyes were dark and deep set, there was something coy about the way she smiled. Her blue dress was low cut, and she was braless, I could see her erect nipples when she bent forward ever so slightly. her legs were crossed, and her flip flop hung from the end of her big toe. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun.
I had only met the woman I was facing now, baring all to, a few times. I knew she worked at the coffee shop around the corner. Once or twice, my wife would point out to me that that woman wore skimpy outfits for a barista, one day she was even at work with no panties at all, flashing everyone. I guess my wife took that as an invitation. When I came home to find the two of them having coffee in the kitchen today, I had not yet put it together. I excused myself to go freshen up and jumped in the shower. It was a long day at work, so I took my time, enjoying the steam and thinking about that girl in the kitchen. I was beginning to get aroused.
When I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain my wife and the waitress were both standing there looking at my naked body. There was a long silence. My wife took us both by the hand and led us back to the living room. Her friend took a seat on the couch. My wife then stood me in front of her new friend and positioned me. She told me to hold that pose and keep quiet. She left the room. Now here we were, me and a strange woman, staring at each other. Speechless
When my wife returned, she was wearing a full body stocking. It covered her from her neckline to her fingers and toes. The crotch was cut out and her bush was exposed. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me to relax. She kissed me deeply. Super deeply. Like it was the first time we ever kissed. I couldn't tell if my wife was showing off or if this was turning her on. My guess is a little of both. She took hold of my cock, careful to make sure her friend could see it while she stroked me. The kissing continued, I cupped one of her breasts through the stocking, and slid the fingers of my other hand across her pubic mound. I love my wife so much. The feel of her stockinged body against my skin is incredible.
