I imagine I am not alone in having fantasies, mine usually involve my wife of twenty years being exposed to other men. Often in my fantasies she is unaware that someone can see her, sometimes she is willingly being exposed by being topless on a beach, other times she is exposed because it is at my command. The truth is her upbringing would never allow this to happen, she would never even go out without a bra encasing her lovely small breasts.
Even her bras are the full foam type that I call coconuts that so many women prefer nowadays, you know the type that look like half a ball that keep the nipples hidden and allow no seductive movement of flesh.
My fantasies never involve me and another woman, it is always me exposing my wife to other men. I have been having this fantasy for years and have never been sure whether it is best to remain a fantasy. When we have sex I often shut my eyes and imagine I am some well hung person taking advantage of her. In my dream she is not aware that there is someone else touching her until the moment of penetration when the stretching of her passage forces the reality home, but she has already been pushed too close to an earth-shattering orgasm to stop.
In my excitement I struggle to prolong my release until I feel her quivering around me. As I come I imagine that I push her off me as another man pushes into her wet opening.
This fantasy is consuming me, and I wonder how I can, or if I should make it a reality.
An opportunity to bring my fantasy to life happened last week.
It was my birthday last Saturday and my wife had been asking me what I would like for my birthday. Neither of us really have any great needs, our children have grown and left home we normally just go out for a meal together.
This year I 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?"
She looked at me in a funny way as if she wasn't sure what I meant and said "OK as long as you don't want me to do anything silly"
I replied, "No of course not, you can trust me".
I was hoping that we would just have a fun time and she would go with the flow and see what happened.
There is a really nice waterfront restaurant close to where we live, and I booked a table overlooking the Bay. Normally when we eat out my wife will drive as she does not normally drink much, and I enjoy relaxing with a good wine. The restaurant is a good ten-minute walk from our house and I knew that it would be uncomfortable in shoes with heels, so I booked an Uber for the journey.
When I got home from work on Friday I reminded my wife of my birthday present and she said "Yes not a problem, your wish is my command"
"Great, can you wear that floral dress that I bought you with the spaghetti straps that buttons up the front?'
She replied, "Yes but I don't have a bra to wear with it"
"That's the point, you know I love to watch your boobs moving as you walk, and you have the best boobs, you should be happy knowing that people like to look at you and I am certainly happy that other men want to stare at you."
"OK, I did promise and if it makes you happy I will do it."
At this time, I should point out that my wife is Asian she has small 12A boobs that are perfect the nipples point up, particularly when she is aroused, or it is cold. She doesn't like her boobs and wishes they were bigger but to me they are perfect.
"Wear those little blue lacy undies too, they look great on you."
She showered first and then I took a shower while she got ready. I had jeans and a loose floral shirt with slip on shoes, my wife wore shoes with a 2" heel which accentuated her calves, her dress finished above her knees and I knew that she would need to be careful getting into or out of the car.
When the car arrived, I went to the street side and the driver opened the kerb side door for her. I got in and asked if she was ok and she whispered to me that she was afraid the driver may have seen up her dress when she got in to which I replied that he was a lucky man.
We chatted on the drive to the restaurant. The front of her dress buttoned above her breasts and I leant over and undid the top button. She lifted her hand as if to stop me, but I reminded her of her birthday promise.
"Somebody might see"
"I know, I want them to"
She looked at me and smiled, resigned to her fate, I knew she would be churning inside from fear and anticipation, wondering If she could get through the evening without exposing herself.
We were seated at a nice table on the balcony next to the railing, there was a light breeze, but the air was warm. The outside lighting was mellow but bright enough to read the menu. I ordered a bottle of white wine from the waiter who was probably Italian, a handsome young man probably 15 years younger than my wife.
The waiter brought the wine and poured a glass for me to taste and then one for my wife, I noticed him staring at her legs as the dress was only covering the top half of her thighs, she did not notice. We touched glasses and had a sip of wine, I told her that I would like her to undo another button on her dress before the waiter returned to take our food order. She looked at me as if she was going to object but did it anyway. The top now gaped a little and with the spaghetti straps it would be possible to get a glimpse of the top of her breasts not quite as far as her nipples if she moved slightly. There was a hint of side boob also.
We picked an entrΓ©e and decided to order and eat that first whilst we selected a main course, I signalled for the waiter and told my wife I wanted her to lean forward as if she was looking at the menu, when the waiter came to my side of the table it was clear he liked what he saw, his hand moved to slightly adjust his trousers.
When the waiter left with our order my wife looked at me and said, "You do know he was staring down the front of my dress".
"Yes, I enjoyed it. Didn't you like it that a handsome young man wanted to look at you?"
"Well, I guess it was a little flattering that I can still attract younger men".
"Were you excited by it?"
"A little."
"I want you to undo another button, and when the waiter comes to take our main course order I want you to point out something on the menu and lean over so that he can see your nipples".
We finished our entrΓ©e and had another glass of wine I noticed the waiter on his way over and said to her "Do it now".
She undid the button and tried to concentrate on the menu in front of her, I could see that the waiter had noticed her action, he went straight to my wife's side of the table and asked if she needed some assistance. She was leaning forwards and I could almost see her nipples, I could see the top of both areola and knew that waiter had a great view as she discussed the selection she moved animatedly, and her breasts jiggled, I was in heaven knowing that for the first time in years another man was seeing her naked breasts.
The waiter took our order and left. I asked my wife how she felt.