So I took a big step to get my wife to loosen up and dress a little more provocatively. I don't expect her to go to extremes, but I figured even a couple more buttons undone would be an improvement.
She works out regularly and has a dynamite body that turns heads even with her current attire.
With all that has happened in the past several months, she has loosened up a little. She will leave an extra button open, or on very, very rare occasions she will go bra less. Her breasts are not large, but they are maybe a little more than a handful. They are ideal for her small frame. Her nipples are her main hang up since they swell and become very prominent when she is chilled or excited.
I decided to download several still shots from the video of our night at the predominately black night club. The pictures were of her when Big Dick and Eddy had pulled her dress open and they were groping and mauling her exposed breasts at our booth.
Both of her hands were busy under the table jacking those two off. I did not download any still shots of that activity. I decided to save those for a later time.
The pictures I saved to my phone showed Debbie's dress wide open with both of her tits clearly exposed. Her nipples jutted rock hard. In one picture Big Dicks wet fingers were squeezing one of her nipples.
Another picture showed Eddy cupping the breast closest to him. He was staring with his mouth wide open at my wife's tits. This would have been about the time his cock was shooting cum all over her hand and dress under the table.
With these pictures on my phone, I walked out to the rear deck where Debbie was sunning herself.
"Hey babe, guess what I found?" I said as I sat on the end of her lounge chair.
Laying her book aside, she leaned forward, "What?" she asked, as she sipped her iced tea.
"Well you remember my business trip when we went to that dance club?"
"Oh the one that was darker than we expected," she chuckled.
"Ya, that's the one," I answered. "I had completely forgotten that I had taken a few pictures that night," I said as I was staring at my phone.
Blushing slightly, Debbie leaned forward. "Really, ah I d-d-don't remember much about that night," she lied. "I know I had too much to drink though," she nervously added as she was trying to see the pictures on my phone.
I moved the phone away from her. "Well first off, you need to know that I love these pictures. As a matter of fact, when I found them, I had to jack off because they turned me on so much."
Debbie turned beet red and began reaching for my phone which I held out of her grasp. "Let me see" she whined.
"Ahhh tat tat tat, not so fast missy," I laughed. "First we have to establish some rules!"
"Like what," she responded as she continued reaching for my phone.
"Like from now on, I will have much more control over how you dress at certain times. If I say no bra, then you will not wear a bra. If I say no panties, then you will not wear panties." I laughed. "In short, I will dictate how you dress baby. Not all the time, but let's say on special occasions."
Debbie stared with her mouth hanging open. "You have got to be kidding me," she said in astonishment at my declaration.
"You know how embarrassed I get, what in the world makes you think I could or would ever change how I dress?" she asked incredulously.
"Well," I laughed, "unless you want to see these pictures pop up on porn sites, I think you are going to have to bite the bullet babe and give in to my desires," I chuckled as I turned the phone so she could see the first picture.
I mean I know your dad looks at porn sites now and then, and I just can't imagine what he would say if he saw his darling little girl between two very big and very black guys like this.
"Oh MY GOD!" she screeched as she looked at the picture of herself with her dress open, her firm tits jutting fully exposed as she sat demurely, squeezed between the two very large and very black guys. She was looking down toward her naked breasts in the picture.
I chuckled to myself as I noticed her nipples immediately poked out through her bra and shirt when she looked at the picture. (She is so easy to read.)
"How in the w-w-world d-d-did you..." her voice trailed off as she gazed at the picture.
"You know how fast I am with my phone babe," I lied with a laugh as I watched her turn even redder than she was before.
As she sat dumbfounded staring with her mouth agape, I swiped to the next picture of Big Dick's clearly wet fingers pinching her nipples.
With her mouth wide open, shaking her head in disbelief, I swiped to the picture of Eddy's black hand cupping her breast closest to him.
In all the pictures, she was looking down at their hands mauling her tits and pinching her nipples. Her hands were at her sides under the table and I wondered if she was thinking about what her hands were doing under the table and if I had gotten pictures of that as well.
To say she was speechless would be an understatement. As I swiped through the pictures of Big Dick and Eddy groping and mauling her naked tits and swollen nipples, she sat with her mouth wide open shaking her head in total disbelief.
When I got to the final picture and told her that was the final one, she seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief. She was obviously grateful I had not moved my phone under the table to capture both of her hands with a black cock gripped in each one jacking them off.
"I was drunk you know," she quickly began. "I d-d-don't remember this happening," she added. "You wouldn't post those pictures on a p-p-porn site would you?" she nervously added.
"Wellllll, I would not want to," I paused with a laugh. "Personally I am happy to keep them just for me to jack off to. But if you refuse to go along with my suggestions about how you dress from time to time..." I rolled my eyes and cocked my head to one side looking at her with a smile.
She punched me in the arm. "Oh you are impossible," she said as she slouched back in the lounge chair crossing her arms over her breasts, feigning disgust.
I stood tossing her my phone so she could look at the pictures again. "Don't bother trying to delete them," I said. "I have them saved in a file on my computer," I chuckled.
She was looking at the pictures as I told her this and I noticed her shoulders slump as I said it.
"Remember now, on special occasions when I tell you, you have to dress like I say." I said over my shoulder as I walked back in the house.
I occurred to me that I was married to the ideal girl. First off, she was hot with a rock solid body. Long firm legs, a tight firm apple ass, her tits were incredible and she could deep throat with ease.
And yet she was so incredibly shy and reserved. She became embarrassed so easily, she would never instigate anything on her own. Yet when she passed a certain point, she was insatiable. She had orgasms when guys would shoot cum in her mouth. She had multiple orgasms when a cock was in her asshole or her pussy. Getting her to this certain point was my job.
I had a business trip planned coming up and Debbie had agreed to come along.
We were leaving early so we had both packed a few things since we would be staying for a couple of days. That night after Debbie had gone to bed, I went through her suitcase and removed all of her panties and bra's and put them back in her drawers.
Early the next morning I was up and had the car loaded before she was out of the shower.
Debbie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She moved to dress when I stepped in front of her. "How about for our trip you not wear a bra or panties," I said with a chuckle.
Debbie blushed on cue, "You're not serious are you?" she stammered.
"Well it's not likely we will run into anyone we know on the trip to Portland and it would certainly help keep me awake," I laughed.
"Are all men alike?" she said as she rolled her eyes.
"If they have wives with bodies like yours they are," I chuckled.
"I will go without panties, but I need my bra," she said turning brilliant red.
"Oh really," I said waving my cell phone back and forth.
With her arms at her side and her fists clenched, she began stomping her feet. "You are IMPOSSIBLE!" she shrieked as she was stomping up and down.
With the temper tantrum she threw and the stomping, her towel suddenly came undone and fell to the floor.
Her firm tits jiggled and wobbled as she made a valiant effort to catch the towel.
"Perfect," I bellowed, "wear that" I said pointing to her nakedness.
When she came out to the car, she had her arms crossed over her breasts. I expected this since she was not wearing a bra.
On one of the gas stops during the trip, I finally convinced her to come into the convenience store with me for snacks. She was beet red and had her arms folded over her tits as expected.
I tricked her though when I handed her the two coffees to carry. The cashier's eyes widened as he noticeably stared at her swollen nipples poking through her silky pull over blouse.
We finally arrived and settled into the motel. I had packed a couple of bottles of Merlot wine, Debbie's favorite, and I poured her a glass as she started to unpack her suitcase.
"Gary, DON'T TELL ME," she bellowed as she feverishly searched through her suitcase.
"You didn't," she screeched as she was fumbling through her clothes.
I sat watching her frantic search sipping my glass of wine and holding my cell phone.
Finally I said, "Look babe, we're in a big city, no one knows us, let's just relax and enjoy our time here."
"But Gary, you know how embarrassed I get," she whined.
"That, my darling is why I packed the wine. So drink up," I laughed.
Her shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes. She reached for the glass of wine I had poured for her and drank it all.
I poured her another glass of wine, which she quickly downed, as she was trying to decide what to wear. We wanted to grab a quick bite to eat then probably return to our room.
She finally settled on a black skirt and a floral print button up blouse. She hoped her nipples might not be as obvious in the floral print pattern. We were soon driving around looking for a suitable place to eat. As we drove I noticed an adult video store and made a mental note of its location for after dinner.
During dinner we had the best service you could imagine. If we took a sip of water, the waiters were there in a flash refilling our glasses. They were constantly checking on us to make sure we had all we needed.
I am certain my wife's nipples prominently poking through her blouse had nothing to do with our waiters being so attentive.
During dinner I ordered more wine and Debbie drank it like she was dying of thirst. With enough wine, her blushing seemed to lessen quite a bit, but her rock solid nipples stayed rigid the entire time.
