"Cheri, what time is the reservation again?" Sophie called out, pushing strands of straight blonde hair to the side to better adjust one of her new sparkling earrings.
Alex popped his head round the bathroom door and took a moment to admire his wife's handsome features before responding. Despite being in her early thirties, she looked just as youthful as when they had first met at university. And even though the plush white bathrobe hid her flawless naked body underneath, it had long since been committed to memory. Smooth toned legs, a firm round bum, flat abs, perky little tits, and a cute innie pussy. The thought of which caused a stir in his loins.
"Eight thirty, so no rush sweetie. I'll put the kids to bed, go over things with Louise, and then we can head out once you're ready," he said with a hint of mischief.
Sophie caught the playful grin in the reflection before it disappeared, and smiled. Hanging up the bathrobe, she took a moment to be happy about life. With the youngest of her kids now at pre-school, mornings were finally free again. Chores, sports, social activities, it didn't matter. Without a toddler around everything seemed blissfully easy. Not that she didn't love being with the little cherubs. But after a few hectic years immersed in babies, nappies, and bottles, it was like coming up for fresh air. No longer sleep deprived and overwhelmed. No longer just a struggling new mother. And although she had long since regained her pre-birth body thanks to regular exercise, healthy eating, and good French genes, for the first time in a long time she felt like an attractive woman with a working libido.
'Oui,' she nodded, spinning left and right for inspection. 'And a libido has needs.'
During the recent fallow years, her husband had done his best to keep their sex life alive. Buying 'racy' underwear. 'Accidentally' finding the porn channels late at night. And the now classic Friday/Saturday dinner preceded by lots of hints that it was going to be a 'lucky night'. But the truth was, even on the occasion when she did allow it to happen, the sex had become decidedly mediocre. Subpar at best. The spark was gone.
But tonight...felt different. Looking at herself in the mirror Sophie felt giddy. Her husband must have sensed it too because he had varied the routine, going all out to make this particular late summer Friday, a special one. From unexpectedly organizing a romantic midday lunch, to a spontaneous shopping trip at Tiffany's afterwards. And not only that, but he had taken the afternoon off to look after the kids, booked her into a massage at the Four Season's, and then reserved her favourite Japanese restaurant.
'Oui,' she beamed, 'it is going to be a very lucky night.'
With a final approving glance at the diamonds dangling from her ears she swept back into the bedroom ready to begin the process of deciding what to wear. But something unexpected was waiting. Nicely laid out on the bed was a black dress she didn't recognize, and next to it was a small box from a salacious French lingerie brand.
Fifteen minutes later, as Alex distractedly chatted away with Louise, the babysitter, the noise of heels against hard wood floor could be heard approaching. Whilst he had done his best to be present in the conversation, his mind had been preoccupied with this very moment. And now that it was happening, he looked across the room anxiously. The babysitter must have sensed something important was about to happen, because she too stopped talking and turned expectantly.
"Wow!" they both exclaimed as Sophie strode into the living room.
Simply stunning. The black one sleeve mini dress and strappy black heels showed off her long legs and sexy figure to full effect. And with her glistening blonde hair in an elegant side parting, she looked like a Swedish supermodel.
"You look incredible!" Alex drooled.
"C'est trop, non? Too...showy? Should I change..."
"No, it's perfect!"
"I don't know...I mean...look how short..."
"You look amazing Mrs M," Louise gushed.
"You do indeed," Alex enthused, taking her hand quickly before she had a change of heart. "Let's go and enjoy ourselves."
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The sexual tension in the back of the town car could have been cut with a knife. Alex had known that his wife would look good in the dress. Studying her as she sat cross legged, demurely looking out of the window, she looked more than good. She was sexual fantasy come to life, and every atom in his body wanted to consume her. To dominate her. To see her sweaty and wreathing in pleasure. The blonde was no longer just a wife, but an object of carnal desire.
The passing city lights reflected off Sophie's bright blue eyes, but she was too self-engrossed to take them in. An internal struggle was being waged between her bourgeois sensibilities and a deeper need. Her mind and body at odds. One worrying about what others might think if they saw her dressed this way, while the other tingled in anticipation at what was bound to happen when they got back home after dinner.
"Thank you for wearing the dress," Alex whispered.
"You're welcome Cheri. And thank you for a wonderful day," she responded, turning and leaning over for a kiss.
As she sat back, her husband asked something in French so that the driver wouldn't understand.
"Et la Culotte?"
Sophie blushed, surprised that it had taken him so long to ask about the little present from Argent Provocateur. With 'little' being the operative term because the open panties were better described as a garter belt with two thin black strips. Each running down the outside of a bum cheek, around the side of her sex, and back up well wide of centre. Accentuating rather than hiding. She had never worn anything like it before and was still a bit unsure, especially with such a short dress on.
"Montre moi," he hissed.
"Quoi?" she squeaked.
"Come one."
"Alex!?!" she chortled dismissively, nodding towards the driver.
"So? Allez...I dare you."
A million thoughts raced through her mind as she battled a mix of wants and societal values. Should she do it? Could she do it? Did a suppressed part of her psyche actually want to do it? But there was an easy out to the moral dilemma. After all, it was a French woman's duty to respond to any challenge from a smug Anglo-Saxon male. Thus, placating her unconvinced bourgeois sensibilities, she told herself that it was OK to have a little fun at his expense, as long as she didn't go all the way. As long as she showed just enough to make him want more, but not to see the prize itself. Yes, she nodded, convinced.
Leaning back her long legs slowly uncrossed and seductively inched apart. A knowing grin as she imaged how frustrated he was about to get. Though looking down, her heart rate accelerated. There was no denying the eroticism of sensual inner thighs opening up, and the cool air against her hot kitty hinted at a desire buried within. Suddenly she wasn't so sure that it was just a game, or that she could stop herself from going too far.
But the joke was on her. Viewing angles mattered. And whenever outside light came streaming in through the windows, a triangle of pale skin with a tiny pink slit in the middle was visible against the black leather seat. Not even aware that his wife was trying to tease him, Alex cursed the distance between street lamps, waiting with baited breath for each to arrive. Only when the car stopped at a traffic light next to a bright neon sign could he savor an extended view. And as much as he enjoyed the voyeurism for its own sake, because who wouldn't, the promise of his wife's newfound adventurous spirit was an even bigger turn on. It was the act itself that set his pulse racing.
The couple was so absorbed in their own little world that neither had noticed the driver alter his rear-view mirror. Or the fact that they seemed to be stationary for so long that it was only when a horn honked behind that they all came out of the trance and the car eventually moved forward again.
Adrenalin surged through Sophie's veins as she wondered if the driver had noticed her cheeky behaviour. But was the flushing of her cheeks embarrassment, or something else?
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"Your table is ready, please follow me," the fashionably dressed hostess announced, leading them through the trendy restaurant towards a spiral of light in the middle.
The diners either side were dressed to impress, enjoying the art like sushi dishes for which the restaurant was famous. Alex followed the hint of Hermes perfume that trailed his wife.
Sophie had been to the restaurant before and knew that going up the well-lit circular glass staircase in the middle meant she would be on display. The sweeping stairs themselves may not have been see-through, but the curved surrounding glass was as clear as crystal. Suddenly nervous she pulled the short hem as low as possible. But even stretched an additional centimeter, she was sure people would see right up it.
'Why did I agree to wear this,' she steeled herself, 'Allez, you can do...just walk up naturally and don't think about it.'
But her husband could think of nothing else and bumped into her just as she began to ascend.
"Fais attention," she complained, "be careful!"
"Sorry darling, after you."
The gorgeous blonde followed the hostess in a huff, suddenly more worried about her clumsy husband than anything else. The dress felt high on her thighs, though not wanting to look like one of those women who wore a short hem and couldn't handle it, she resisted the urge to look or reach down and instead focused on the final step that was rapidly approaching.
Alex meanwhile hung back at the bottom and thrilled at the sight. It didn't matter if his wife understood what he had done or not, whether she was ignorant or a closet exhibitionist, the effect was the same. He had managed to raise the hem of the dress a few inches when they collided, to just under the crease of her bum. And with each step up the circular staircase she was granting everyone below a tantalizing view. From his vantage point the thin black strips emerging from her sexy crack her just visible. Once she had disappeared at the top he quickly scanned the tables. It was obvious that more than a few men, and women, had enjoyed the performance.
"Where were you?" She asked.
"I thought I saw the Stuarts," he said casually, joining her at the table. "But it wasn't them."
"Phew," she puffed in relief, "because my dress hiked up quite a bit on that staircase. People must have seen more than they should have."
"Indeed, you were spectacular. Maybe we should go downstairs so that people can tip you for the show," he joked.
"Alex!?!" she giggled in embarrassment. "Well, now you know, diamonds and a little 'out of the box' creativity can get me to do all manner of things. After that I need a Mojito to cool down."
Settling into the meal Alex confessed that he hadn't been sure if she was going to wear the panties, especially given the dress was already tighter and more revealing than those she typically wore. He kept to himself that the inspiration for the gift idea had come from a story on Literotica, about a wife feeling horny as a result of secretly wearing crotchless panties to a fancy dinner. He also neglected to mention that the evening was part of a much bigger plan, a plan that had also taken inspiration from a range of Literotica stories.
For even if her behaviour that evening gave the impression that she was a bit loose, she was in fact anything but. As a well brought up Catholic girl she was generally conservative, especially in the bedroom. Anal sex was non-negotiable and blowjobs were for special occasions. And even then, they were short, shallow, and cuming inside her mouth or on her body was strictly prohibited. Voyeurism or Exhibitionism? Dream on.
All of which was immensely frustrating for Alex. It was like owning a Ferrari that wouldn't get out of second gear. Made all the more exasperating in recent years by the contrast between their dying sex life, and that of many of his friends. Whether it was the single ones bragging about their exploits with loose Millennial girls met via phone apps, or his married ones secretly confessing about their illicit activities with expensive call girls. He was tired of missing out.
Yet, being committed to his wife, cheating was out of the question. So, if he wanted a more spicy sex life, he was going to have to bring her along for the ride. Maybe with some couples the husband could just ask, and the wife would do. But his stubborn French wife was not like that. Which was the point of the evening...to begin pushing her limits as part of a concerted long-term sexual corruption campaign.
"So far, so good,' he told himself as the meal was coming to a delicious end. 'Crotchless panties and a hot dress - check. Exhibitionist behavior - bonus. Tipsy after a couple of drinks -- possibilities!'
"What do you think of the open bra?" he asked as the dessert arrived.
Sophie froze, blushing as the young waiter gave her chest an interested glance before leaving.
