My wife Sarah and I met in our twenties and got married quite young. I couldn't believe my luck when we first started dating. I've always considered myself an average looking guy, and definitely felt that I was punching above my weight with Sarah. Sarah has that kind of 'girl next door' appeal to her. Sexy without being slutty, cute, short and slim despite her curvy figure. When I first started dating Sarah she came across as very reserved and conservative. Always dressing modestly, but not to the point of being boring. However the longer we dated and the more I got to know her, the more it became apparent that she had a strong exhibitionist side. We had a lot of fun exploring this throughout our marriage. This story is of the first time that Sarah ever exposed herself to someone we knew, when we were both in our early twenties.
When we were first engaged we were both still studying our respective degrees. To fund this we were each working less than desirable jobs. Sarah's job was as a receptionist at a local mechanics. It was easy work and paid very fairly, to the point that Sarah didn't need a second job. The only downside was her boss Graham. Sarah was the only woman in her workplace of about 10 other men, so she was used to the kind of casual sexism and comments that came with the territory, but Graham took it to another level. While most of her coworkers would make the occasional remark, or just blatantly check her out, Graham made a point of making his feelings very clear. On multiple occasions he had invited her out for dinner, asked her to model for him, even going so far as to ask her if she shaves her pussy.
Sarah would come home after work and fill me in on all of this. When I'd ask her why she doesn't just quit she would reply that we need the money, and that it's only just words. One night however, after a few drinks, Sarah confided in me that deep down she really enjoyed it. She liked the idea that this middle aged man was pining over her, lusting over her body, imagining what she was hiding beneath her clothes. She loved to tease him, subtly encouraging his behaviour, knowing full well that he'd never get what he wanted so badly.
I always loved it when Sarah opened up like this. It usually always came out after she'd been drinking and her inhibitions had been lowered. And she knew that I loved to hear this. Not wanting to changed the subject, I had probed her a little. "What if you you agreed? Do you think he'd even know what to do with you?" I asked.
Sarah had laughed at the question and tried to brush it off, but I persisted. "Let's say just hypothetically, if you knew you were never going to see him again...would you strip for him?" Sarah paused, blushing and biting her lip before replying, "Yeh...I think I would."
That was all I needed to hear. Putting the idea to rest we didn't discuss it again. But all the while the memory of that conversation would pop back into my head whenever Sarah came home complaining about Graham's latest comments.
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It was about 5 months after that night when we were both nearing our graduation. Not only were we excited about seeing the end of our shitty university jobs, but we were finally ready to pack up and move city. Sarah's last shift was on a Friday and her coworkers had decided that they needed to send her off with some farewell drinks.
I was painfully aware that this was the perfect opportunity to nudge Sarah in the direction of showing off for Graham, but I didn't want to come across too strongly and scare her out of the idea, considering that she was only half heartedly agreeing to go along to the drinks in the first place. I figured I would wait until she had a couple of drinks in her and see how the night went.
When Friday night came along I was stuck back late at my job as a kitchen hand. One of my coworkers had called in sick and we were all struggling to pick up the slack. By the time I finally clocked off Sarah had been out of work for 4 hours, and I figured that they might not even still be out. Sarah wasn't answering her phone so I jumped in a cab and went straight over to the bar I knew they would be at.
Only about 3 blocks down from the mechanic's, the bar was an absolute dive, right in the middle of the industrial park. But it was a local favourite given its size and the fact that any drink cost about a third of what you would pay anywhere else. By the time I arrived it was abundantly clear that everyone was making full use of the cheap drinks and Graham's bar tab.
About 7 of Sarah's coworkers including Graham were still here. They were seated in the back corner in a large semicircular booth. Sarah was squeezed into the middle, between two guys I'd met before name Tom and Chris. Everyone was huddled together laughing and looking down at the phone held out in Tom's hand. I walked up to the table and was greeted by a bunch of drunken cheers. Sarah looked incredibly tipsy, her cheeks flushed and swaying slightly, but laughing and clearly having a good time.
"So, what's so funny on the phone?" I asked, noticing that Tom had pulled it away and was now holding it under the table. An uncertain look was shared between a few of the guys, before looking back at me. I was about to tell them not to worry about it when Sarah piped up. "Oh don't worry, he won't mind," she said, snatching the phone from Tom and passing it over the table to me. "We were just taking a few photos to commemorate my last night here. We may have got a little carried away, but it's no more than I'd show at the beach," she said with a grin.
I turned my attention to the phone in my hand. Looking down and starting to scroll through the photos, I saw picture after picture of everyone at the table posing in various groups smiling for the camera. As I scrolled along I noticed that every photo seemed to include Sarah, who was slowly getting more and more tipsy in each passing image. Finally I came across the first photo that Sarah had been talking about.
This one showed the entire group standing by over by the far wall. It was instantly recognisable as it was covered in hundreds of photos, each one showing different patrons of the bar over the years. There was a tacky neon light hanging above their heads, framed dead centre. What stood out about this photo was that Graham and Chris were standing either side of Sarah, each firmly holding one of her breasts through her shirt. Sarah had a look of mock surprise on her face, clearly laughing for the camera man.
"Phil the bartender took these for us," said Chris leaning over. We said we'd let him pick the best one for his wall. I smiled and nodded in reply, too engrossed in the phone in my hands. Flicking to the next picture, the image in my hands changed slightly. Sarah had turned around and was now looking back over he shoulder, smiling at the camera. Graham and Tom were still either side, their hands now clamped firmly on her jean-clad ass cheeks, squeezing hard.
My pulse was racing as I realised that there were still more photos. I had intended for Sarah to loosen up enough to show off a little to Graham, maybe a nip slip or flashing her ass, but this was more than I had expected. Still, despite my nerves, I found myself incredibly aroused at the thought of what I had been missing while I was at work.
Swiping to the next picture, I felt a sudden lump in my throat. Sarah was in the same position as before, except she had loosened her jeans and slid them down just over her ass cheeks. The thong that she was wearing was so thin that it almost looked invisible, tracing its way between her cheeks. Graham and Chris' hands were exactly where they were in the last picture, firmly holding onto her ass cheeks. Graham had given up any pretence of looking at the camera and was staring intently at Sarah's smooth ass.
I swiped to the next photo and was momentarily relieved to see that Sarah's jeans had been pulled back up. The relief was short lived as I noticed that she was now holding her shirt up under her chin, her bra-clad breasts on show. She was wearing a skimpy black lace bra to match her thong. Her firm B cup breasts looked amazing, and even in the photo you could just make out the outline of her hard nipples straining against the fabric. Again, Graham was staring down at her cleavage, undisguised lust in his eyes.
I held my breath as I swiped to the final photo. Sarah's bra had now been pulled up along with her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes clamped shut with apparent embarrassment. She had both of her hands clamped over her nipples, but you could just make out the faint hint of light brown skin above her left hand. Something about the way that she had failed to completely cover herself drove me wild.
I was startled back to reality by Tom's voice. "I think that's the one that's going on the wall," he said. "The pose was actually Phil's idea." I sensed that Tom was trying to shift the blame and noticed that a few people at the table were anxiously waiting to see my reaction, wondering if they'd pushed their luck. "It's all good guys," I said laughing, "Looks like a fun photo shoot."
Everyone seemed to ease up after that and conversations resumed. I poured myself a drink and started playing catch up. With Sarah squeezed in across the other side of the table I had no hope of talking to her so I spent some time chatting with the other guys. After a couple of hours I was well and truly tipsy. By around 1am about half of the guys had drifted off home. I found myself alone with Graham playing darts.
Like me, he had been drinking solidly for the last few hours, but seemed to be holding himself better than I was. He was playing far better than me, and I was struggling to keep up. Eventually our conversation moved to the pictures that had been taken before I arrived. He seemed to be emboldened by the fact that I hadn't been annoyed when I arrived.
"So me and the boys were thinking we might enlarge some of those photos to decorate the lunch room with. You know like a fun momento of Sarah's time here?" he said watching me.
"Yeh sounds good, I don't think she'd mind," I replied, shrugging, "I mean, if it's going up on the wall of the bar everyone in the area can see them anyway."
"I've got to tell you," he continued, almost as though he hadn't heard my reply, "when I had my hand on her ass, and she had that pretty little thong on...it took every bit of restraint not to pull those cheeks apart and see what's hiding between them."
I was stunned. Sarah had always told me everything he would say to her at work, but I had never expected him to come out with something this explicit.
"I've been dying to know if she shaves that little cunt of hers, but she won't tell me. She's a coy one, your girl is." He laughed derisively, looking across to the bar to where Sarah was sitting with Tom and Chris, swaying in her seat. "If I had it my way," Graham continued, "I'd have her scrubbing the floors butt naked on her hands and knees instead of sitting behind that desk like an uptight little college girl."
