Showing-Off Sharon

"You might want to bring that top Sharon was wearing when we first met. There's a competition tonight that I think she would win!"

I had only been awake a few minutes when Dan's text came through. Sharon was asleep beside me; the sun shone behind the closed curtains, gently illuminating the bedroom of our holiday cottage. The clock read 09:35; we never slept in that late at home.

Sharon and I were both still naked from the sex we'd had after Dan and Matt had left last night. She had been insatiable, and it was without doubt the best fuck I'd ever had. Despite that release, I was still wired with arousal from the memories of her exhibiting herself so freely yesterday. Every beautiful moment of her showing her tits to our appreciative new friends was seared into my mind as I recalled the events over again.

But Dan's text started my day with new possibilities. The pub he and Matt had told us about, The Raven, sounded like a pretty debauched place, and the message was clearly referring to a wet T-shirt contest, or something similar. That was a completely different scenario to an audience of two people we met on a hiking trail. My mind was anxious at the thought, but my cock stiffened under the bedsheets, and quickly the anxiety gave way to intense horniness as I imagined what Sharon would look like dripping wet and half-naked on a stage. The notion of combining my fetish for seeing her in see-through tops with an extreme example of exhibiting her to others became an irresistible, if trepidatious, fantasy.

How many people would be there? How would I react being in the crowd watching her?

I snapped out of it. Surely there was no way she would ever do such a thing. Then again, 24 hours ago I would never have anticipated last night happening.

I decided to text Dan back.

"Wet T-shirt contest?" I typed.

A few seconds later my phone buzzed.

"Yes. Thought you might like to know!" he replied.

"Thanks mate. I'll see what I can do!"

"Good luck!"

So, it was confirmed. Could I let the opportunity to at least try to make this happen pass me by? I decided to have no regrets when we returned home to work and parenthood. Anyway, the anxiety of it had now all but capitulated to the throbbing desire to have my wife cheered on to show her beautiful tits to a crowd of horny men.

Sharon stirred and reached out sleepily with one arm for me. I cuddled up to her and felt her breasts press against my skin. At their touch I thought of these same breasts being enthusiastically flaunted for the pleasure of the two men we had met only yesterday; and the possibility of taking this exhibitionism much further.

Sharon nuzzled her sleepy elfin face into my chest, her golden curls resting softly on my skin.

"Oh no." she muttered, awakening.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

She put her hand over her eyes.

"You know!" she groaned. "Yesterday!"

This didn't bode well.

"Yesterday you were so fucking hot and rightly enjoyed being the centre of attention, because we fucked three times afterwards!" I replied, honestly.

"I'm feeling embarrassed now though."

"Don't let judgments from our normal life get to you," I suggested. "Back home we're too tired and stressed for you to feel that sexy; but yesterday you had three men besotted by you. There's nothing wrong with owning that."

She nuzzled further into me.

"Tell me honestly you didn't enjoy being that woman who all the men wanted?" I asked.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes.

"You know I did," she said gently.

"And I adored seeing you be so powerful and sexy."

"It was a turn-on," she admitted, "It's just a shock to my system now."

"We go home tomorrow and normal life resumes" I said, "Lets live for excitement this weekend and do whatever we want with the freedom."

"You're right," she said, smiling.

"But thank you," I said. "You let me experience a fantasy for real yesterday and not everyone gets to do that."

"Even with them touching me?" she said, coyly.

"It's an exhibitionist fantasy for me, but that felt good at the time, and I loved all that happened. We don't have to label everything and stick to it. I adored seeing you take the fantasy and get even more flirtatious with it."

She kissed my chest.

"That should be our weekend motto." I continued.

"What's that?"

"If it feels good, do it."

"That could be dangerous!" She joked.

"It could also be a lot of fun."

I decided to move the conversation on.

"Are you looking forward to The Raven tonight?" I asked.

"I am, but I'm not sure if I've brought the right clothes for that kind of party."

"Why don't we have brunch and go out shopping?"

"That sounds nice."

"I'll buy you anything you want, as a thank you for yesterday."

"You don't have to thank me," Sharon half-whispered.

Something about the way she said it sent shivers through me.

"That makes me even happier," I said. "And I definitely want to treat you now."

After brunch we drove about 45 minutes to the nearest large town. We walked with our arms around each other and browsed a few shops. None of them had anything that Sharon liked, until we spotted a more alternative looking clothes store.

On entering the shop, it was clear that this was exactly what we were looking for. An attractive young goth woman was at the counter; a couple were browsing the clothing on one side; and on the other a guy was checking out a rail of t-shirts. Pretty much everything in the shop was black.

Sharon immediately found a skin-tight pair of black jeans that she loved; and then rushed ecstatically, jeans in hand, to pair of knee-high black suede boots.

"I love them!" she gushed, her face beaming.

She marvelled at the dainty toe which tapered to a rounded point. The heel was high and chunky.

"They would go great over those jeans" I said.

Sharon has her own money and can buy herself whatever she wants, she certainly doesn't need my permission, but I really wanted to treat her.

"I told you," I said, "I want to get you whatever you want."

At this point something caught my eye. It was a long-sleeved top made of acrylic string that resembled netting. The holes of the netting were about an inch square.

"Those boots and jeans, a black bra..." I started.

I held up the netted top.

"And this!" I declared proudly.

Sharon took the top from me and nodded.

"That could work." she nodded, and then laughed at my excited face.

"What?" I said indignantly. "It's a sexy look."

"It is." she agreed. "I'll try it on."

I followed Sharon towards the changing room. We passed the guy who was checking out the rail of T-shirts and I clocked him giving Sharon a second glance.

The changing room was at the end of the aisle of T-shirts and comprised a small cubicle with a curtain that pulled across it. Sharon stepped in, and I followed her.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"I just wanted a kiss."

She kissed me and then pulled away.

"There's plenty of time for kissing later. Shopping is serious business!" she joked.

"I've got an idea," I said.

Before she could respond I took the hangers from her and put them on the hook that was affixed to the wall of the cubicle where the curtain pulled shut.

She looked at me quizzically, but before she could say anything the bell above the shop door rang, followed by the sound of it closing. I peeked around the curtain into the shop.

"That couple have just left," I whispered, "It's just that guy browsing T-shirts outside the cubicle."

"Right?"

"Let him see you topless."

"What? How?" She sounded confused, but I noticed that she didn't outright refuse.

"I've put the clothes on the hook where the curtain draws closed. I'll leave the cubical. You undress behind the curtain, and then get the clothes from where the curtain is open. Then that guy will have a perfect view of your gorgeous tits."

"I don't know..." she started.

"It would be an exquisite little reprise of last night." I encouraged.

As excited as I was at this idea of getting to see my wife expose her breasts to strangers two days in a row, it occurred to me that this was also a perfect way to test the water for tonight. But that thought quickly subsided to the immediacy of my arousal for wanting her to be shown off right now.

"Do you really want me to?" she smiled coyly. I suspected that a part of her wanted to as much I did.

I decided to minimise any nervousness or resistance she might have.

"It could be just for a second. You've got control of the curtain, and you could back out completely. I'd understand."

Sharon laughed.

"If you really didn't have your fill of me showing my tits to other men last night, I suppose I could consider a quick flash."

My chest pounded and swirled with jealousy and horniness - the latter quickly abating the former; the now familiar sensation of fantasy becoming real. In this moment nothing occupied my brain other than my desire for her to do this.

"Wow, you really want this," she said, smiling at my excitement.

"As I've always said," I replied, "only if you do."

She smiled and then looked down at her blouse as she started to unbutton it.

"After yesterday..." she undid another button "it couldn't hurt to see how we both feel about it in the cold light of day."

She undid the last button.

"You want other men to be turned on by me?"

I nodded. "How could they not be?"

She took off her blouse and looked stunning in her jeans and bra.

I was dumbfounded that yesterday might not be a one-off.

Sharon peeked around the curtain.

She tiptoed slightly to whisper in my ear. "Wait for me at the back of the shop."

She kissed me deeply and then pushed me gently towards the opening of the curtain.

I left the cubical and suddenly felt conscious of my throbbing cock. I hurried to the rear of the shop and could see that this position put the shopping guy between me and the cubicle. I adored that Sharon wanted me to have the best view of both the exhibitionism and the voyeurism. She knew so well that both parts were important to my kink.

The curtain was still open a couple of feet, and the guy was only about ten feet away from it, with a direct line of sight. He'd already clocked it not having been closed, and occasionally glanced up at the opening. I didn't blame him at all and loved that he was keen to see her. Hopefully, he would get to.

The anticipation was delicious as my arousal swirled through me. But it was tempered with reality; the hiking trail was a whim, and last night became slightly alcohol fuelled. This was in a public place in the middle of the day.

As the seconds ticked by, I began to lose hope. She must be behind the curtain getting cold feet. She had removed her blouse already, all she had to do was unclip her bra. I resolved not to show my disappointment to her. Besides, watching her revel in being topless yesterday for Dan and Matt would last me a lifetime.

Then I saw the curtain twitch as she opened it a few more inches. The sound of this was enough to make the shopping guy (as I had now named our potential voyeur) look up. And then she stepped into view.

It was all I could do to stifle an exhalation of pleasure as I saw her. Shopping Guy stared, transfixed.

She had removed not just her bra, but her jeans too, so that she revealed herself only wearing her pink cotton panties. She knew that she was going to be watched and this is how she wanted to be seen. I felt precum moisten my cock as I appreciated how she wanted to make sure she turned on this stranger, and her husband, by showing us more.

As with yesterday, I beheld her body as if for the first time. I vicariously experienced the view of the stranger she was exhibiting herself for.

Her toned legs stepped forward to the clothes hooks by the open curtain; her tight curved arse flexed beautifully as she did so. Her taut stomach and slender ribs on her petite frame accentuated her firm naked tits. Her gorgeous retrousse breasts were now surely the focus for both us men, and they swayed slightly as she moved, her nipples stood upright and erect. I now noticed how much harder her nipples became when she was showing herself to others.

I momentarily switched my gaze to the man she was exposing herself to. My cock throbbed to see him drinking in every second of my wife's stunning half-naked body. To see the angle of his gaze fixed on her exquisite tits; me knowing the arousal she was willingly provoking in him. A sight most men jealously constrain for themselves only, but here was I rock-hard at my wife being a willing object of lust for a stranger.

She reached for the clothes on the hanger with her hand that was furthest away from us, so that we had an uninterrupted view of her breasts in profile. Instead of removing the clothes straight away she paused, holding them up to look at them. A new surge of pleasure coursed through me as I adoringly appreciated the extra moments of exposure that she lingered in. I noticed that her skin became "goose bumped", and this caused her tits to tighten further, and tiny visible bumps formed around her areola. Clearly she was turned-on and excited, and I felt weak at the thought.

She then turned towards us, not making eye contact, still playing the role of being accidentally seen. For a second she was full-frontal to us, a new perspective on her boobs and slender waist for the besotted looking Shopping Guy. She then continued the turn and closed the curtain behind her. The show was over.

I quickly picked up a random T-shirt and looked at it, just as I saw Shopping Guy turn in my peripheral vision to see if I'd been aware of my wife's nakedness. I feigned ignorance. All the while I was wondering how Sharon was feeling behind the curtain, and if my erection would ever subside.

My phone buzzed.

It was a text from Sharon: "I hope you enjoyed me. Do you think he did?"

I typed back, my hands shaking from the excitement that had not yet subsided.

"You were stunning. He was transfixed. So was I."

"Good" she typed back. And then quickly after: "I hope I turned him on."

My arousal heightened at her words. She knew perfectly how to talk to turn me on even more, but I sensed sincerity, and that meant that despite shyness and nervousness, some part of her had been awakened that loved showing off her tits, and the power they had to arouse other men.

"Of course," I tapped back, "I could see that you did!". My heart was racing, somehow communicating by text was allowing us to take this further, to be more direct. I continued: "I loved seeing the effect your body had on him. He didn't take his eyes off you once."

"Do you think he'll wank about me later?"

This shocked me, I doubt that she would have spoken that aloud. I want other men to see her, and I want her to be turned on doing it. This showed that she wanted her body to induce total desire in them.

"100%" I typed back.

"I hope so."

"If you could have seen his face looking at you. There's no doubt."

"I wish I could have seen his face."

Then the messages stopped. I decided not to go into the cubicle to see her. For one thing, I wanted her to be able to bask in her experience; and for another I knew I'd have to fuck her right away and there was no possibility of getting away with that.

Shopping Guy left the store without making a purchase, and I knew Sharon would have heard the shop door.

I was relieved when she eventually emerged from the changing room smiling and looking relaxed. We shared an excited and intensely personal lingering glance, like we had a secret no one else knew about.

"I think we'll take all of these" she announced, holding up the tight black jeans, the boots, and (I was delighted to see) the string net top.

She then picked up a bra that had sheer black cups, save for a tiny dot patten in the translucent fabric, checked it for her size, and said "and this."

"Of course," I agreed.

We kissed, and I went to pay.

After the shop we went to a pub opposite for a quick drink; just the one because I was driving, and we were going out later. We found a quiet booth and sat opposite each other, holding hands over the table.

Sharon smiled knowingly, "are you enjoying your weekend away?"

"It might just be the best weekend of my life." I replied.

We both laughed.

"Might?" Sharon retorted, still grinning.

"Fair enough, without doubt the best weekend of my life. Thanks to you." I said, with total honesty.

Sharon gazed into my eyes.

"It might be for me too".

The atmosphere felt serious for a split second. The "might be" for her was justified and more than I could have wished for.

"I'm so lucky" I said, "I've got the most beautiful wife who has literally made my dreams come true."

"Your fantasies, you mean?" she said, smiling.

"It feels like both."

"You know," she began, and then hesitated. "Perhaps just for this weekend, but at the moment it feels very much like my fantasy too."

My cock jolted at her words and a surge of pleasure rushed to my heart. I grinned, and for once she didn't mock me for it.

"But I'm scared of it too," she added.

"You deserve to enjoy showing your body off" I said, my tone sounded more serious than I'd expected, but it was fitting.

"In that shop, stood there with just my knickers on, knowing that man was enjoying looking at me, and my husband craves for me to do it..."

Her words melted me, and I revelled in her pause to appreciate them.

She unconsciously looked down at her chest.

"...I felt electric." She fished for the correct phrasing but looked frustrated as if unable to find the words. "I mean, it felt like electricity flowing through my skin."

"I could see," I said. "I could see that you were either thrilled, or excited, or turned on, or feeling powerful, or..."

She stopped me.

"I felt all of those things," she said. "And it all came from knowing that someone was enjoying looking at parts of my body that most woman only show to one man at a time. But you want me exposed, to be looked at by others." She looked bashful for the first time since the shop. "And it felt wrong, but in a really good way!"

We both laughed and the atmosphere lightened.

I raised my glass.

"To feeling wrong, in a really good way!"

We clinked our glasses and drank.

"And like we said in bed this morning: if it feels good, do it."

A gentle smile crept from the corners of her lips and her eyes looked soft in contemplation. I sensed that she just might want to feel that way more often.

We got back to the holiday cottage with plenty of time to relax and get ready for 8:30pm when Dan and Matt would come over to collect us. Sharon was in the bedroom, and I lay on the sofa in the living room. I began to think that the conversation in the pub would have been the perfect time to mention the wet T-shirt contest, and that I'd blown the chance. But at the time we were connecting, and I didn't want to push her further. She'd already embraced this more than I could ever have hoped.

Just then the living room door opened, and Sharon walked in, dressed in her new clothes. I sat up in the sofa. The tight black jeans showed off her toned thighs and pert arse. The black suede knee-length boots looked sexy, and the heels accentuated the shape of her legs. The black string net top revealed everything underneath, which was only the sheer black bra. She looked divine and I told her so.

"Thank you," she grinned as she struck a pose.

"I love that bra with that top."

"I thought you might! I haven't decided if I'm going to swap it for a different bra before we go out though."

"I beg you not to!"

"We'll see. I checked it from different angles, and from some you can see my nipples, but not from others."

From where I was sitting her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, but you had to stare.