Chapter 1 - "Finally!"
My wife has never been one to dress conservatively. She doesn't mind showing off skin - string bikini's, halters and short shorts, miniskirts and tiny black dresses. And men enjoy seeing her; at 39, Jenny is still trim and petite. Honestly, she can rock most any outfit.
Now and then I've been able to exploit her exhibitionist side: An occasional panty flash to a stranger in a bar. Driving down the parkway with her top open. Making love in the window of a sixth floor hotel room. But these occasions were rare, and most lasted for only a moment or two. I never had the courage to take it to the next level, to really 'show off' my wife. But I often wondered if Jenny fantasized about being a sexual exhibitionist, and if so, would she be able to act out those fantasies if the situation was right?
I found out last summer, when we came under the influence of a coworker of mine - James.
I'd been working with him for about a year. He was handsome, but not showy. Strong and physically fit, but no muscle man. A bit of a flirt with the ladies. And he had a dominant personality, a born leader at work and play. We socialized with him and his then girlfriend. They were a good looking couple, and our foursome chemistry was good, even if sometimes he and Jenny flirted a bit too much for his girlfriend's liking. (As for me, it turned me on to see their interplay.)
We often met out for drinks, or dined at our house. Last June we joined them at a Holiday Inn in the next county for a 90's dinner/dance party. No one wanted to be a designated driver or risk a DWI, so we booked two rooms. I didn't expect any hanky panky.
It was a fun night. Good food and music, and plenty of drinking and dancing. I had a few slow dances with Suzanne (who worked at the same company as James and I). To be honest I loved holding her close, feeling her youthful body next to mine, getting lost in her perfume. James danced with my wife and it was a turn-on watching their flirtations, and seeing him hold her body close and tight. By night's end we were all a bit sexually charged and more than a little drunk. Walking back to our rooms, James said, "Come in for a nightcap." Despite being past our limit, we agreed.
Inside, Suzanne went to the bathroom to change. James fixed a round of drinks, then loosened his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. Jenny and I squeezed onto the small but comfy sofa. My wife leaned against me, drunk and sleepy. Suzanne came back wrapped in a white robe. She crawled into bed and was soon leaning against her boyfriend, nuzzling him, looking sleepy and drunk.
Suzanne was a sight - sexy yet childlike. She kept in shape with Pilates and yoga, and tanned regularly at the salon. She often wore her hair in a pony tail, but tonight it was full and loose. My wife was nestled in my arms, still in her blouse and a short skirt. She slipped off her shoes and let them fall to the floor. After resting her head against my chest she closed her eyes. I enjoyed holding her.
James spoke softly. "We're lucky men, aren't we, having such beautiful women?" He kissed the top of Suzanne's head. How could I not agree?
He talked for a while - I don't recall what it was about since I was engrossed in watching his right hand running up and down Suzanne's leg, and was more engrossed when his hand touched the bottom of her robe, brushing it upward, revealing more of her legs. I was too buzzed to feel guilty at staring, especially since James seemed to be doing this for my benefit.
But then he gave me a look that seemed to ask if I wanted see more, and when I nodded he pushed away more of the robe from Suzanne's thighs. There it was - a glimpse of ruby-colored fabric, her thong. I must have smiled because James nodded. And a few minutes later he moved even more of the robe until I could see all of her scarlet silk underwear. His girlfriend showed no sign of knowing (or caring) how exposed she was.
My wife shifted position and nudged deeper into my arms. Her eyes were open now, but she said nothing. I'm sure she knew how much I appreciated the show. We watched as James trailed his hand upwards, until his fingers were lightly against the front of Suzanne's underwear.
Knowing he had our full attention, James continued the show. Casually he undid the robe's waist tie. He toyed with it until the robe slid opened, revealing Suzanne's taut belly. When he massaged her stomach in gentle circle motions, she let out a soft moan. She opened her eyes briefly, smiled at us, then closed them again, as if slipping off to somewhere pleasurable.
"Do you enjoy watching?" he suddenly asked us in a soft, calm tone. While we stumbled to reply, he added, "It's OK. You don't have to answer." Our staring was answer enough.
He moved his hand down to Suzanne's thighs. We watched his fingers up and down her thigh, but never actually touching the triangle of red fabric. These motions directed our vision to her slightly opened legs - how could we look anywhere else? It was a mesmerizing sight, for both Jenny and me. (Although my wife was silent I sensed her breathing grow heavier.)
Deftly James opened Suzanne's robe further, now exposing the matching scarlet bra. "Red lingerie," he told us in a hushed voice. "Classic."
My wife and i nodded, entranced at seeing Suzanne laying out like a pin-up model or a Vargas album cover.
His hands were massaging his girlfriend, while he stared at my wife. "And now, Jenny... What color is your lingerie tonight - under that short skirt of yours? I'm sure it's something sexy, but what color? Red? Black? Virgin white? Some oth-"
"Black," she answered, quicker than I expected.
He shook his head and laughed. "No. I don't want you to tell me. I want you to SHOW me."
"I, uh-"
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed - not wearing that skirt." And when she moved her hand to adjust her skirt to cover more of her legs he just said, "Don't," in a firm voice.
Don't. A command. I was too thrown off to object to him telling my wife what to do, but I was also curious about Jenny. What would she do? I knew she had a submissive side - even though I wasn't good at being dominant - but would she actually obey another man?
Her hand froze in place. Until James spoke again.
"I said ... show me."
She looked up at me. I had a brief rationalization: this was just her showing off her underwear; was underwear any different than a bathing suit bottom? I also became aroused at the situation. And so I made no objection. And since I didn't stop this from going further Jenny proceeded to spread her legs slightly, and tugged at the bottom of her skirt, lifting it just high enough to reveal a black panty with pink lace edging.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No," she replied with a smile.
"Of course not." He moved his head to get a better look. "But don't be shy. Open your legs more." He waited for her to spread them wider, then said, "Very good." He looked up at us and nodded, as if appraising how far he could take us. To me he said: "Yes, we are very lucky indeed."
He reached for his drink and took a sip, moving slowly to not disturb his girlfriend. Jenny began to close her legs, but when he shook his head, she opened them fully again, even a little wider now. It was then that I knew that she would do most anything he would ask of her.
"I'm sure you're wearing a matching bra..."
Without speaking she reached up and undid three blouse buttons. Her black bra was now in view. And when he told her to "Keep going" she undid the final three buttons.
Again he nodded. "Hmmm, very good."
For as much as I wanted to be part of this scene I didn't move in fear breaking the mood. I just sat there, watching him caress the front of Suzanne's underwear. His hand moved back and forth, back and forth. It was mesmerizing, like a hypnotist swinging a pocket watch back and forth.
"Your lingerie is very sexy. But I want you to ... show me more, Jenny."
I guess I knew he would take this further. But what would Jenny do? I thought she would look at me for assurance, but this time she didn't. Was she afraid I'd object? Was she embarrassed or guilty? As if to prod her Suzanne opened her eyes and smiled. And James nodded to my wife, as if indicating that everything was OK. I held my breath, not saying a word.
Here's what my wife did: she reached up and grasped the bra's front fastener. Without looking at me she undid the clip with her right hand, then pushed each cup to the side, fully revealing her breasts to James. She giggled, but then, embarrassed, she dropped her hand to her side.
James smiled in either approval or acknowledgment. Then: "Are your nipples hard?"
