Hope you enjoy this - my first contribution to Literotica.
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The First Ingredients
An out-of-town trip, an open curtain, a missing button and few glasses of wine... equals the start of something incredible.
It began with my wife having a business trip and my tagging along. We both have professional level positions and we both travel for work but rarely do we get to travel together. This time, the stars were all aligned and we were able to work everything out so that I could travel with her and we would have this mini-vacation for just the two of us.
Our one child, a feisty teenage girl who was fifteen-going-on-thirty, was left behind and stayed with a friend and her family. We trusted the family as they were good friends and we had come to know each other well during the past summer as a result of travel-ball and many out of town engagements. As a result, we didn't have to think about home... we could just relax and have fun.
With arrangements in place, we flew off to San Francisco for a full week. Three days of conference for her while I roamed the city and worked a bit from the hotel room, followed by several days for us both in wine country.
So, the first bit of the formula was in place... getting out of town. We just didn't know that a formula was brewing until other ingredients were added in.
My wife, Amanda, and I are both in our early forties and, like many couples, our days are full of work, family and household activities while our nights are for escape and sleeping. This leaves little time for romance. Sex on occasion... yes. Romance or eroticism or anything kinky... a definite no.
Once in San Francisco, we ended up on the fifteenth floor of the hotel after flying into SFO a few hours before. She didn't have any work or conference commitments that first night so we could be on our own for dinner and perhaps a bit of bar hopping. I couldn't remember the last time we had gone bar hopping... much less simply going out to just one bar. The following two evenings would be filled with large group conference dinners and business socializing.
Now... the second ingredient in the erotic stew we were unknowingly brewing. A lousy view from our hotel room. At least we thought it was a lousy view at first. We had hoped for a nice view of the San Francisco Bay but should have known better given that we were only two blocks off of Union Square, right in the heart of the city.
All we could see from our hotel window was the sight of an apartment building across the street.
That building soon provided some unexpected entertainment. After we moved into our room, I looked out the room and complained openly to Amanda about the lack of a good view of the city or the bay. A few minutes later she exchanged places with me to check out the view for herself. A moment later she laughed out loud. "Are you sure you don't like the view, Chase?"
She had motioned for me to come over and look out the window again. Sure enough, as we looked over to the apartment building which was probably less than sixty feet away, there one floor below us was a very frisky couple. It was still daylight and we could easily see into their bedroom.
"I guess they couldn't wait until after dinner," Amanda had chuckled as both of us watched the couple go at it. They were a young duo in their twenties and were both nude. The lucky young guy had his head buried between her legs.
"My kind of appetizer," I had attempted a joke. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. I had never been in a situation like this with Amanda and I didn't know what her reaction would be. She isn't a prude, but she isn't overtly into anything like this either. Heck, the last time we watched porn together was over a decade ago. Luckily, she took my comment in the playful manner I had intended.
Soon the show was over. The young woman must have said something to her lover as he got up from her, went over to the window and closed the shades. Still that was enough... an erotic tone to the evening had been set.
I had looked at Amanda and she looked back at me and she could see what I was thinking... a romp on the bed could be fun right about then. "Don't even think about it," she had teased me and then gave me a playful wink. "At least not right now. After dinner, well, that looks kind of fun."
With that promise for a bit of playful sex later, we dressed for dinner. I wore a sports jacket and slacks while she selected a simple off-white wrap-style dress. I liked that dress as it was a little short for her, just above knee length and had a belt at the waist. Above and below her waist the dress's wrap feature gave the promise of opening up to show her charms if she moved just wrong. That is, the dress would open up and display her slender charms if it didn't have button closures. She had added those buttons herself, feeling that the dress was potentially too immodest. A shame.
"The top button is missing," Amanda exclaimed as she was getting dressed. "I'll have to put something else on."
I looked at her and took in the vision of her mature, brunette and petite splendor. "Or, you could go as you are and let the dress simply flow freely as intended."
She looked at me for a moment and pondered this. I was actually asking her to wear something which might be a bit revealing. I had not done this since our early years together. Back then, way back then, I had been pretty obvious back in my desire for her to dress sexy when we went out.
"You know that the wrap on this silk on dress has a tendency to open up."
"All the more reason that you should wear it and without that missing button. You are one sexy thing right now and I love what that dress does for you."
Instead of objecting as I had expected, she gave me a knowing smile and stepped over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips and we headed down to dinner.
The third element of the erotic mix was now in place. A missing button and a dress which had a mind of its own.
"I like being sexy for you," she had said softly to me as we rode down in the elevator. We were headed to the main restaurant in the hotel, an elegant establishment.
"Tonight, you will be sexy for every man who sees you."
"I kind of like that."
A few more ingredients thrown in...
One positive aspect of this conference which Amanda was scheduled to attend was that she was the only person from her firm who would be attending and this was a new market segment they were exploring. This meant that there was little likelihood of her running into anyone she met.
Put another way, we could relax and just be ourselves.
We found the restaurant to be delightful and, as promised, elegant but not stuffy. We were given a table in a quiet section of the restaurant which, we soon realized, would enable us to converse easily.
As the host guided us to our table, and we walked several feet behind him, Amanda started to lightly clutch at the top of her dress, perhaps in fear that it might open and expose her minimal bra underneath.
This exposure, I soon realized, was exactly what I wanted to happen. "Don't," I said to her in a firm but quiet voice which surprised even me.
"Don't what?" She knew exactly what I was referring to but I could see that she was enjoying this little game.
"Don't hold your dress closed that way. Let it do whatever it wants to do."
She gave me a curious look. "I kind of like this side of you, boss man," she had teased and then lowered her hand from her dress.
We then took our seats and, as I hoped, this simple movement caused the top of her wrap dress to open slightly. From my position I couldn't tell if she was exposing much of that chest which I love so much but the mere fact that she was open to this was extremely erotic.
A bottle of wine was soon ordered and Amanda and I enjoyed the Napa vintage. Normally we drink a glass of wine with dinner at home. This time we went through a full bottle before the main course was even served.
Another critical ingredient to the erotic stew was now firmly in place. Freely flowing wine.
I stood up at one point as if I was about to head to the men's room. Instead, I turned to face the table and view my wife from the vantage point of one of our servers. Excellent.
That wonderful dress was open just enough to allow anyone standing there to gaze freely down the open top and view a goodly amount of her demi bra and one partially exposed breasts. My wife's chest is a firm B-cup and is a delight to behold. She really didn't need to wear a bra and it hit me that now was a perfect time to test that theory.
"Lose the bra," I said in her ear as I leaned down and spoke so that only she could hear me. "Go into the women's restroom and take it off."
Her eyes opened wide as she heard me say this. Again, I had come across in a commanding voice which surprised each of us a bit. Certainly this new tone from me was catching her off guard and in a positive way.
"Panties too," I requested and again her eyes opened wide at this request. "And undo that button which keeps the dress from showing your beautiful legs."
"Wow!" she had exclaimed in a soft voice. "This is definitely a new you. I think I like it."
So, not even questioning my motives or this out-of-left-field request, she gave me a knowing smile, stood up and I watched as she strolled away from the table.
I had just asked my wife, who was already somewhat exposed as a result of that dress, to take the adventure, the game, to even greater levels and her response was, "I think I like it." Like she had said earlier... "wow."
It wasn't long before I saw her heading back to the table. She was gorgeous. Also, I soon realized, the soft silk of the dress hugged her high and firm breasts delightfully and I could easily see her excited nipples pushing outward. Her face was flushed a bit and she locked her gaze with mine as she came up to me. With each step, her legs flashed briefly out from her above-the-knee length dress.
I wasn't the only person who had watched her walk my way. I saw at least two other men ogle her and I rather liked that fact.
"Here," she said with a bit of a quiver in her voice. Nervous? Excited? I wasn't sure. What I did know for sure was that her bra and panties now lay openly on the table beside my dinner plate. My wife had, no questions asked, removed them as asked and had brazenly put them on display on the table. I was tempted to leave them laying there but then thought better of it.
I scooped up the delicate garments and put them in the pocket of my blazer.
Soon our main course arrived and we enjoyed it in erotic silence.
"Open the bottom half of the dress so that your legs are exposed," I said to her as we again locked eyes.
She reached down and I could she was doing as requested. In that place it was unlikely that anyone could see. What did matter was that she had done it.
"The waiter is coming back with more wine. Open your blouse so he can see your bare chest."
