Thats What I Like

I don't know about you but, one of the things that does the most to turn me on is a woman that is casual about her body and her sexuality. One of my favorite movies is The Thomas Crown Affair with Pierce Brosnan and Rene Russo. There are several scenes where Catherine Banning (played by Russo) it's topless. In one of the scenes she is sitting having breakfast topless carrying on a conversation with Thomas Crown (played by Brosnan) with no thought or self consciousness at all. In another scene she is sitting on a beach chair topless and they are discussing their future. In my mind these are two very erotic scenes that make the movie special.

There is another scene where they are having sex all over his apartment with a lot of nudity but the casualness of the two topless scenes are much more erotic to me.

When I read through stories on Literorotica the ones that I enjoy the most are the ones where a teasing wife ends up with some stranger. More so are where the wife is somewhat reluctant or she is just starting out fucking outside the marriage. The most important element to me is the husband's approval and support, even his facilitation.

Scenarios where the wife is braless and/ or in a see through blouse in a bar or lounge bring hit upon by strangers are my top choice. Add to that where the stranger is "feeling her up" right in front of the husband or while dancing in public is ideal. Of course it is preferred for the wife to end up fucking the stranger is the "icing" (pun intended) on the cake.

Any provocative actions in public is a real plus for me. A stranger feeling up the wife in an elevator, a stranger putting his hand up her skirt on a bar stool, groping her boobs on the beach, fucking in a hot tub with hubby and strangers watching and participating, all of these situations are scenes that excite me and are scenarios that I like to envision, for me and my wife. Some of these I've been able to put into action with Amanda and some I'll have to continue to just imagine.

Another extension of my desires, fantasy, goals, involves strip clubs. Wife enters amateur night at strip club, wins, and provides private dances for fans. Usually the private dance ends up to be more than just a lap dance. Also losing wife in a poker game. A common thread here is the wife unwittingly, but willingly, goes from casual observer to active participant and she really lets go and enjoys herself.

Massage is another erotic environment that I like to think about. There are two perspectives on this. 1) wife goes for a massage and get turned on and fucks the masseuse. 2) wife goes to work in a "massage parlor " and fucks the clients.

I guess most of these desires/ fantasies push the boundaries of "acceptable" female behavior and involve the woman going from reluctant, to active participant, to changing her outlook to accommodate her own sexual gratification. Overall a woman so confident in her sexuality, her body, and her desires, that she is willing to push the societal boundaries to enjoy all that sex has to offer is a real turn on.

At one point when Amanda and I had just started going to The Ranch, we were discussing other ways away from The Ranch to enable her to fuck some stranger. She asked me how did I see it evolving? I fell back on many of the stories I had read about a "bar pickup scenario". She'd go to a local bar, there were a couple in the area that seemed to cater to what we were after, and try to get picked up. I'd be there as a safety valve and whether she'd go off alone with the guy or if go with them was left up in the air. The idea was we'd leave it open in case the guy potentially involved had some misgivings about the situation. We didn't want to have so many conditions on the plan that it couldn't happen. I hoped to see the public exposure by Amanda leading to an enjoyable evening for both of us with a minimal level of risk.

Our first shot was a bust (no pun intended). The bar we chose was frequented by a young country and western crowd complete with cowboy boots, hats, and belt buckles. It was also a very young crowd, no one there (except for us) over 30. We stood out like a sore thumb. It was good that we jointly recognized this because if Amanda went in an no one hit on her it would have damaged her confidence. As it was we both agreed to find a more appropriate place for our age, interests, and amenable to our goals.

It turned out our best option was a large hotel in the area with a bar that targeted business travelers. Being a hotel eliminated the issue of "your place or mine" that would have existed in a plain bar.

I checked with the hotel to find a week when there was a large convention in the area. I attempted to get us a room for the night but it was entirely booked. What this really meant to us was, more than likely she'd have to plan on going to the guys room without me. It was possible that he would agree to having me along but we weren't sure if would be a deal breaker. We discussed it at length and decided we'd leave the option open depending on the guy that we encountered.

Amanda dressed in layers. She definitely skipped the bra and panties but she covered up with a button up blouse and a knee length skirt with a zipper that zipped from the bottom up. She threw on a light weight coat over her blouse. We wanted to be able to get into the hotel without any negative attention then become more daring in the bar. She could easily remove her coat and even undo a few buttons as desired once she was in the bar.

She headed to the bar and I sat in the lobby for about half an hour. I figured that gave her enough time to buy herself a drink or two and relax and get into the evening. I was counting on her recent experience with her boobs out at The Ranch to give her the confidence in her appearance to appear casual with her charms on display.

When I headed into the bar i first noticed the level of sound in the room. There wasn't any music, just a lot of conversations, it sounded like a hive of bees. Unless I sat right next to her I wouldn't be able to make out any conversation. Amanda was sitting on a bar stool with a gentleman sitting next to her. At first it wasn't clear if they just happened to be sitting there or if it was what they intended. I watched to see what interaction they were having. As Amanda sat there, I noticed her coat was on the back of her stool so she had clearly taken it off to expose the size of her boobs. I couldn't tell if there were any buttons open on her blouse but it did look like she'd unzipped the skirt a little, probably to allow herself to climb up on the stool. She'd started to try and attract someone I just wasn't sure if the guy next to her was the one.

After about 10 minutes it still wasn't clear if anything was going on between them. Finally Amanda got up and headed to the bathroom. I sent her a text with a couple of question marks. She replied, "just wait and see". She'd left her coat on the stool so it was clear she was coming back, it was also clear that she'd have dancing boobs as she moved to and from the bathroom. I enjoyed the show as she was coming and going. I almost forgot to watch the guy sitting next to her to see if he was enjoying the show as well.

Sure enough as she returned his eyes were fixed on Amanda's boobs. As she started to climb on her stool, the zipper on her skirt inched up as she spread her legs to set a foot on the footrest then climbed up to sit. The zipper was also noticed by the guy sitting next to her. She reached down to adjust the zipper on her skirt and as she did her blouse fell open and the guy sitting there got a good long look at Amanda's boobs. When she sat back up she placed her hands on the top of her blouse seemingly to hold it back against her chest, but in fact she used the opportunity to undo another button. The guy was now a friend and admirer.

He leaned over and said something to her, she blushed and giggled. Soon the bartender brought her another drink while her new friend was trying to get the right angle to see inside her shirt again.

Amanda leaned over to say something to him, while she did, she placed her hand on his leg. As she was talking to him he was getting a great view of her boobs. It even looked like she was pressing one of her boobs against his arm. She sat back up and caught him looking down her blouse. She left her hand on his leg. As he leaned over to reply to her, his hand went to her leg and he pressed his forearm against her boob, and it was no accident, he even rubbed his arm back and forth across her boob.

This form of communication went on for a while. They were communicating with their speech, but the real communication was with their bodies. It had become clear to both of them that they would be fucking before the evening was over. Amanda had now undone a couple more buttons (I think there was only one left fastened) and the zipper had inches higher up her skirt. Everytime one of then would lean over to talk, they would get more bold. He would now openly reach over and fondle Amanda's boob as he talked to her, she'd slide her hand up to his cock as she spoke to him.

I now noticed that his hand that was closer to the bar and less visible was between Amanda's legs and up under her skirt. She was moving her hips a little, I wasn't sure if she was just rubbing against his hand or if she was trying to get the right angle to get his finger inside of her. With a notable look of surprise and satisfaction on Amanda's face I could tell he did just now get his finger inside her.

If we went home now, I would count the evening a success but there was more to come.

I watched a while longer then Amanda got up adjusted her skirt and blouse and headed to the bathroom. She then sent me a text that said. "Pick me up in the morning". I smiled as I sent her an acknowledgement with a grinning face on it. I waited for her to return so I could see her boobs dancing around in her blouse again. When she came out of the bathroom her new friend jumped off his stool and went to great her. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek while his hand went straight to her boobs. After a quick fondle or two he stepped back, placed his hand on her back and escorted her out of the bar. I watched as they headed for the elevator and his hand slid slowly down her back and onto her ass. After the elevator doors closed I sat there for another 10 minutes or so before I headed home.

Home was about 30 minutes away but I don't remember driving it at all. All I could do was envision what was going on in that hotel room.

The next morning I wasn't sure what time to go pick her up. My first thought was to wait for her to text, but then I thought she wasn't really dressed to be standing in front of the hotel for 30 minutes waiting for me. Before I put too much thought into it I checked my phone. There was a message sent around 2:00 AM that said, "wow I figured I'd be worn out by now but we're still going strong. Pick me up around 10:00." That message told me all I needed to know, the night had been a success and I knew when to pick her up.