I know that my husband has fantasies and that he would like me to be more open, he has asked me to go topless on the beach or to go shopping without a bra, but I always refuse. I am happy with my husband and do not feel the need to show myself to other men. My breasts are small I wish that they were bigger, he is always telling me that they are perfect and trying to touch them, he loves to play with my nipples, and I like it too the sensation goes straight between my legs. It is not that I do not want other men to see me, sometimes I do, I see men in the street and if they stare at me sometimes it excites me. It is not that I do not want other men to see me, but I am afraid to make the decision, what if I like it and want to do it again? It is not that I do not want other men to see me, what if my husband made me do it? There I have said it, I do want to, Oh God, I do want to.
Last week was my husband's birthday I had been asking him for weeks what he wanted and wondering if I could surprise him, he never asks for anything we normally go out for dinner, and he pays. This year I really wanted to do something special.
His birthday was on Saturday and on Friday morning I asked him again and he said, "How about we go out for a nice meal but to make the day special for me you agree to fulfil a fantasy of mine and do my bidding without question for twenty-four hours, from Friday evening?"
I suppose I was stunned by his answer and replied, "OK as long as you don't want me to anything silly." I do not really know what I meant by silly, but he reassured me. I knew I would remember this night.
On Friday I got home before him and wondered what I could wear that would make his night special, I need not have worried because when he got home, he told me what I was to wear. A thin floral spaghetti strap dress with no bra and flimsy blue panties.
He told me that he had an outside table booked at a favourite waterfront restaurant of ours. I knew that I would have to be careful to keep from being exposed but knew that this was what he was hoping for. Did I want it, could I go through with it? What if I enjoyed myself would I want to do it again? Would I need to do it again?
I went upstairs and showered taking care to totally shave my pussy, the skin felt so soft as I rubbed moisturiser around and into my lips. I felt myself moistening I wondered if anyone other than my husband would see my soft lips, I wanted someone to look. Oh God, I have said it, I do want someone to look at me, I want to spread myself, so strangers can look. No, I cannot this is wrong.
I dressed as my husband wanted and slipped on a pair of two" heels which showed off my calves.
My husband had ordered an Uber and once he was ready the car arrived. The driver held the rear door for me and as I got in, I was certain that he was looking straight up my skirt. I did not make any deliberate attempt to open my legs but was sure that he had a flash of the pale blue material covering my freshly shaved pussy. It excited me.
It was a short ride to the restaurant before we got there my husband leaned over as if he wanted to peek down the front of my dress, he undid the top button. This just revealed the start of the small valley between my breasts and when I pointed out that people might see he replied, "I know, I want them to."
At the restaurant we were shown to our table by an attractive young man, he looked Italian to me, and he was certainly paying me attention, he was staring at my top and my legs as I sat in front of him. My husband ordered a bottle of wine, the waiter left to get the wine while we chose an entrée, my husband leaned over to me and told me to undo another button before the waiter returned.
I complied knowing that the tops of my breasts would be on display, I am sure the waiter would realise what I had done would he think that I was doing it for him, could he know that my husband was controlling me. Oh God he was controlling me I was doing it, could I show myself to another man.
My husband signalled for our waiter and asked me to lean forward so that the top of my dress sagged down revealing more of my breasts. As the waiter noted our order, he was staring down the top of my dress I doubt that he could see as far as my nipples, but I noticed him reach down and adjust the front of his trousers.
When the waiter left, I said to my husband, "You do know he was staring down the front of my dress."
He said that he knew and wanted him to look wasn't I excited by it? I admitted that I was a little. He told me that when the waiter returned to take our main course order, he wanted me to undo another button and lean over so my breasts were exposed and ask the waiter about menu choices. I undid another button.
The waiter stood by my shoulder as we discussed the menu, I leant forward so that my dress gaped open, and my nipples were fully on display.
The waiter left with our order and my husband asked me how I felt, and I replied, "Oh my gosh, that was so strange I am not sure how I feel my nipples are so hard I knew he was looking, and I wanted him to see them but at the same time I didn't. I do not know how I feel but I feel wet between my legs, I am squirming in my seat."
My husband smiled at me and said, "Before our food comes go to the bathroom, wipe yourself and remove your knickers, when you come back to the table give them to me."
I told him that I could not do that, but he looked at me and spoke sternly, "You can, and you will."
I got up and went to the bathroom before I lost my nerve in the cubicle I dried between my legs and crushed my panties in my hand, walking back to the table I dropped the wisp of material in his lap hoping no one would notice, he picked them up and put them in his jacket pocket.
