A little background about myself and my hubby Bill. I'm Lynn and have been married to Bill for 5 years. I am 28 years old, 5' 4", and 115 lbs. I work out a lot and am trim with perky breasts and a tight butt. I did some print modeling when I was younger but now have a successful Corporate career.
Bill, my hubby, is 30, 6' tall and slender. He is a Corporate Attorney and has an assertive personality. I guess it comes with his job.
This is a story about what happened after a recent Exhibitionist experience in a restaurant. I recommend that you read that story first so you have some background. It is about pushing boundaries and the excitement it brought.
Positive comments and high ratings encourage me to write more stories based upon my experiences.
Lynn
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The night of my Exhibitionism at the restaurant, we both slept great. Unfortunately, the next morning it seemed like we were both back in our usual routine...work, work, work. I must admit that I was kind of disappointed that the excitement of what I had done didn't last longer. Over the next week or so, I would occasionally get a twitch in my pussy thinking about what I had done but Bill didn't say or try anything.
You see, while sex was great when we first got married, over the last 5 years it had gotten infrequent, quick, and quite frankly, I think boring for both of us. I wanted to keep think of things to do that would re-light our sexual passion and keep it burning.
Every other Friday night, Bill and about 5 of his buds get together for a card night. Most of the time it is poker but occasionally other games including 21. When someone doesn't show up when the game is at our house, in the past Bill has asked me to play the Dealer role which I have. All the guys are really cool and I had set my ground rules up the first time I agreed to be the Dealer. I told them no vulgar language or stories and not to try anything. If they wanted me to be their Dealer, they needed to treat me with respect. Hubby reinforced it by saying that if something happen during the evening that I didn't like or felt comfortable with, that the game would be over and he would kick some ass. Everyone understood and treated me with respect and we had some really fun evenings.
Hubby called me at work on Wed and told me that two of the guys couldn't make it Friday night at our place and would I play the Dealer. I said sure knowing that there would only be 3 guys and Bill. I was so busy Wed at work, I didn't really think about it.
I woke up about 2AM Thurs morning feeling like a bolt of lightning had just hit me. It wasn't lightning, it was severe twitching of my pussy. In fact, I woke to find my fingers teasing my clit. I realized that I had been dreaming of being a naughty girl for the Friday night card game, in fact a very naughty girl. A powerful orgasm rocked my body. I knew I had some shopping to do.
Thurs after work, I went to a couple of my favorite stores looking for a specific dress. I hit success on the third store. They had the exact dress I was wearing in my dream.
Friday evening rolled around and I purposely wasn't ready when the guys arrived. I told hubby to get everything set up in the family room and I would be down in a few and we could start the game. When I finally came downstairs and into the family room, they all had beers in their hands and were watching the basketball game on the TV. Hubby saw me first and gave me a quizzical look. I was barefoot and was wearing a casual dress that came down to mid-thigh. In the past, I had worn T-shirts and shorts. It seemed out of character for the card game.
Bob (recently divorced), Gary (single but with a new girlfriend), and George (single with no girlfriend) where all on the couch. They are all good looking young guys. They all had that Firefighter look that girls just can't seem to resist.
"Come on guys, it is time to play 21." I said sauntering over to the table.
As soon as they unglued their eyes from the TV, they all saw me.
"You look lovely as ever. Is that a new dress?" Bob asked.
"Thank you Bob. Yes, this is a new dress that I bought just for this occasion."
Not a single one said anything more about my outfit or what I was up to. I think they were too scared to. I could tell Hubby was still trying to figure out what I was up to.
Standing behind the blackjack table, I opened the cards and let the machine shuffle them up. Each guy put up $50 and I gave them a healthy stack of chips.
I dealt a few hands and everyone seemed to be having fun talking about their week, sports, and what was going on with in their lives. Each time that there was a pause in the game, I took a drink as I knew I would need a lot of liquid courage to follow through on what I had dreamed about.
About the fifth hand, I dealt hubby a Blackjack. I paid 1.5 times his bet and then reached and undid the top button on my dress. No one even noticed as it was perfectly normal. I went about dealing cards for the rest of the guys, raking in the loser's chips and paying the winner.
I dealt maybe 10 more hands and everyone seemed to be doing about the same. It was then that Bill was dealt another Blackjack. As before, I took his cards, paid him his winning, and undid the second button. Then I went about finishing up the hand.
Hubby got everyone another round of beers and I dealt the next hand. Hubby got back to back Blackjacks. I took a long draw on my drink, paid him and then undid the third button on my dress. I quickly moved on with the game like nothing happened except that now the top part of my boobs where visible.
It was probably 15 more hands before hubby hit another Blackjack. Though I had been drinking all along, I began questioning whether I had the courage to go through with my plan. I took a big swig of my drink.
I knew when I undid the fourth button, quite a bit of my boobs would be showing and it would be obvious to everyone that I wasn't wearing a bra.
I paid hubby his winnings and then as casually as I could, I undid the fourth button. The dress fell open enough to show the outline of my boobs and the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra. By now, everyone knew I was up to something but nobody said a word. Their games suffered as they became distracted with what my dress was revealing.
More hands and then hubby hit yet another Blackjack. The same routine, a big swig of my drink, pay my hubby, and then I undid the fifth button. This button was about at my belly button and there were only two more remaining. I started to get very nervous and thought maybe I should not reward any more of my husband's Blackjacks by revealing more of myself. At the same time, I was so excited thinking of how I would feel when my tits were be fully exposed and the look that would be in Bill's eyes. Though the "good girl" side of me said enough, the "bad girl" side of me was in control. I knew I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.
With each new hand I dealt, I found myself holding my breath when dealing Bill his cards. I was at that point where I couldn't decide if I wanted to deal him another Blackjack or not. Another 6 hands were played and hubby hits a Blackjack. By now, all eyes are on me to see if I had the nerve to undo the sixth button.
I took hubby's cards and slid the winning chips to him.
"Now the best part." He says "Undo another button." He said with authority.