The night was young and I was feeling rather restless. But I did have this anxious feeling and just couldn't put my finger on it. When my wife stepped out of the shower and entered the room with her towel draped around her waist, and her breasts were glistening with the moisture, I knew then the feeling must be pent up sexual energy. We hadn't had sex for 4 or 5 days and I was beginning to feel the pressure...especially as Monica dropped the towel and stood naked in front of me, as she casually began to look for something to wear.
I told her, "Maybe she should put on something sexy."
She looked at me and said "Why? Who would see it except for you?"
So I challenged her and said "Maybe you should let someone else get a glimpse of your pretty body."
"And just exactly what do you mean by that?" she said.
My heart was beating rapidly; I felt warm and had started to sweat. I didn't know what had came over me as I explained to her "You like it when men pay attention to you and give you those looks of approval when you are dressed up, maybe you should take it a little further." I couldn't believe I was actually telling my wife that she should somehow expose her body to another man. I said, "I think it would be fun if you, well,,, showed a little more of what you got."
Her eyes opened wider and I could see her nipples harden into stiff little rivets pointing off her firm tits and giving away her inward approval of the idea. "And what if I did? What would you be doing while this was going on?"
I told her "I could hide in the closet and watch you."
"And what if things went further than just flashing? " She said. "What if I got really turned on and did more than just 'tease' the lucky guy?"
Now my heart was pounding as I realized that the stakes in this game were increasing. "Well, I guess I would just have to watch and take it, but I don't think you would actually do more than just tease." I knew that she is usually reserved and probably wouldn't do more than flash a little bra.
She looked at me and said "Okay, but whatever happens, remember this is all your idea and don't blame me if you get stuck in that closet."
She had a funny look in her eyes when she said that and it occurred to me that maybe there was something already going on. I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy white, see through "g" string panty. She slipped them on and it was easy to see her pubic bush through the sheer material. My cock was straining in my pants as it stiffened into an erection.
She then found a matching half bra which barely covered her nipples as she put it around her breasts. Even if it covered her nipples, they were clearly visible through the fabric. I slid my hand into my pants to stroke my penis, I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming.
She turned to me and said "What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?"
I could barely speak "Positively" I said.
She spun around and continued to rummage through the drawer until she pulled out white, thigh high stockings, which she then proceeded to pull over her long shapely legs. When they were completely on, she walked over to the closet and reached for a lacy robe that I had bought her recently. She put it on and closed it loosely over her incredibly sexy outfit with a thin belt around the waist. The tops of the stockings were partially visible, as the robe was a short cut one, ending at the top of her thighs.
I really didn't think that she would actually go through with this, letting a stranger see her dressed like this, so I played along. "What now? You certainly do look sexy, but who is going to see you like this?" I said.
She walked over to the phone and said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone." She dialed the phone and started talking to someone. "...And by the way, is Charlie home tonight?" she asked. "Great. Can I talk to him Please?"
Charlie, I thought. Charlie was my brother's son. She couldn't be asking my nephew, could she?
Monica continued talking for a few minutes, then with a giggle said, "About fifteen minutes, OKAY?" Then she hung up the phone.
Charlie was really pretty young, about 18 years old. He was tall and thin with a fairly muscular build and I remembered hearing Monica remark about how handsome he was the last time the family was together.
"Okay. You asked for this. You better make some room in the closet near the living room." She said. "I think that will give you a good view of the kitchen and the living room." "Oh yeah, One more thing, you can't interfere with us once we're started. OKAY?" she said.
I was going to call her bluff, so I got up and moved to the living room. My dick was pointing the way as I went to the closet and moved some stuff around so I could step in comfortably. I left the door ajar, and I could clearly see into the kitchen and the living room. Due to the shadows, I couldn't be seen from outside the closet. Monica stepped into the kitchen and called to me to let her know if I could see. When I said that I could, she walked to the living room and sat down on the couch and then laid back and pulled her knees up slightly so that her panties were visible from beneath her robe. Again she asked if I could see Okay and I gave her the 'thumbs up'.
I was really getting very excited by now and I could feel a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip of my now fully erect cock. Just then, the doorbell rang and I thought that my heart was about to explode. My wife got up off the couch and carefully adjusted her robe so that it was closed loosely around her waist and so that it would open enough to see her lacy bra if she moved her arms slightly.
She walked over to the door, looked into the peephole, and whispered to me "Its Charlie. He looks really cute and I think he is going to like what he sees. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She asked.
I really wasn't sure at that moment, but I thought it was too late to back down now so I replied, "Go for it."
She leaned toward the door and said, "Is that you Stanley?"
I heard the reply from outside "No, its Charlie, Aunt Monica."
She said "Oh, Okay" and she opened the door and said, "Come in. I thought it might be your uncle Stanley coming back."
Charlie walked into the foyer behind my wife who led him into the kitchen. I could see the expression of his face as his eyes traced down Monica's scantily covered body. "Here, you can move the chairs into the corner, can you move the table for me too?" she asked.
"Sure Aunt Monica."
She started over to the cabinet next to the sink and bent over as she opened the door and pulled out a table cloth from the lower shelf. I could see that as she leaned over, the short robe rode up her back, giving a beautiful view of her nearly bare behind. Monica was giving this young man a terrific view, and I could see by the expression on his face that he was enjoying it. She paused there, in that position for what seemed like an eternity as she shuffled with the cloth.
"Charlie, why don't you get us a coke and take the m to the living room." She said.
Charlie got the cokes and went into the living room, hardly taking his eyes off his Aunt's fine body. I was very excited at this point as they walked past the closet that I was standing in. The living room was a little closer to me, and I could see even better than before. Monica walked over to the couch and again bent over to get her coke from the coffee table.
As she stood up again she appeared upset and started complaining, "Charlie, I just had a big fight with your uncle, that asshole. He actually said that I was fat. Do you believe that?" She was looking directly at him and started to undo the belt on her robe.
I could see the robe open and she pulled it back over her shoulders.
"Do you think that I am fat?" she asked as she spun around slowly, dropping the robe as she did.
"Aunt Monica, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Charlie admits.