"Bloody hell, what's got you going?" I asked as I slipped my fingers into my wife's cunt. She was curled up on the sofa in just her dressing gown reading a book. I'd simply run my hand up her naked legs straight into the juiciest pussy I've ever seen.
"Nothing," she said almost defensively, "I can feel randy if I want can't I?"
"C'mon, let me see," I said trying to prise the book from her hands. It was the 'Story of O' and she was reading the bit where O was paraded in front of several people at a party wearing nothing but stockings, high heels and a mask. Men and women were invited to play with her nipples and pussy irons and it ended up with Sir Stephen and the host, described as a large fat man, fucking her brains out.
"Fancy that do you?" I asked, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She shuddered. "Hmm, might do."
"Oh yeah, since when have been a submissive?" She didn't answer the question directly, but she did have an incredible orgasm.
Over the next few days our sex life was fantastic and with each new chapter she read the more daring and open she became. "Would you like to expose me in public?" she asked one night. "What, you mean send you out naked or something?"
"No, nothing so crude. Just the odd flash of stocking or maybe I could wear that under the nipple bra you like and leave a few buttons undone, that sort of thing."
"And what if some one says something?" I asked, "I mean, one look at your big tits and they'll want more than a look." We both laughed and nothing more was said.
Carol is one of those women that ooze's sex appeal. Even at the age of 41 she still turns heads and when she's dressed up she can easily pass for twenty years younger. Her legs are great but her tits, wow, 38DD with just a slight bit of sag and really big sensitive nipples. In her younger days she used to be embarrassed by the wolf whistles, now she's just downright pleased.
I came home from work a few night s later to find Carol dressed up and ready to party. She looked stunning. 5" black patent leather heels, black seamed stockings, a leather skirt that ended about three inches above her knee and a white see through blouse which clearly showed her black three quarter cup bra underneath. If she leaned forward her tits almost fell out. She'd done her hair up and was wearing some nice makeup. If you ignored the blouse, she looked elegant more than tarty. "Wow, what's this in aid off?" I asked groping her tits through the soft silky top. "Nothing, just thought you could take me out for once." I think we both knew what each other was thinking but nothing was said as we drove to an out of town restaurant.
"A table will be ready in about half an hour," the waiter said as he invited us to take a seat at the bar. As Carol slid onto the stool her short dress rode up slightly and I saw several men openly trying to look up it. Her blouse was covered by a smart leather jacket. We had a couple of drinks and I smiled inwardly as she crossed and uncrossed her long legs, entertaining the three businessmen seated directly below us. Looking in the mirror behind the bar, I could see them nudging each other and at one point they changed positions giving the third man an opportunity to see the sights. Carol of course pretended not to notice.
"It's getting hot in here, why don't you undo your jacket?" I said, enjoying the thought of these three guys getting an eyeful of tit. "OK," she said, undoing the buttons and letting it fall open. I almost burst out laughing as one guy nearly chocked on his drink. The other two couldn't contain themselves and were trying to cover the bulges growing in their trousers. I was really getting into this when the waiter told us our table was ready. As he seated us in a corner booth his eyes were firmly fixed on my wife's heaving bosom, they even stayed there as he took our order. "Did you see that guy?" I asked as he walked away, "he couldn't take his eyes of your tits the whole time."
"Really, I didn't notice," she lied, adjusting her lipstick in the mirror while really eyeing up the three suites still in the lounge. "Oh, it's the other guys you fancy is it," I said, looking directly into her eyes. "All that crossing and uncrossing your legs, you're just an exhibitionist on the quiet aren't you?" She just smiled. "Didn't hear you complain, and it was your idea to undo my jacket."
"Well, now that it's undone, how about some of those buttons." With a big smile she undid two more buttons and adjusted the blouse to expose the maximum amount of cleavage possible. When the waiter returned he almost spilled the soup. "Thank you," she purred, then, in a very low voice, "do you have any salt please?" The waiter was forced to lean forward to hear her above the noise and as she spoke into his ear he got a birds eye view of her bra covered tits. As he walked back to the kitchen one hand was in his pocket trying to sort out a very large problem.
Throughout the meal Carol consumed several glasses of wine, something that always makes her drunk and when she gets drunk she gets randy. It's funny, but throughout our marriage, she's never once done anything to involve some one else. In fact, one night when we were watching a blue film involving one woman and two men she absolutely flipped when I jokingly suggested she might like to try it. But here she was, dressed to thrill and openly showing off her charms to complete strangers. I decided to see just how far she would go.
Finishing our coffee I suggested she go to the ladies and take her panties off. "You can let the guys at the bar look at your nice smooth cunt." Without a word she was off, returning three minutes later and placing not just her panties, but her bra in my pocket. She had kept her jacket on but left the buttons undone. We returned to the bar area but instead of sitting on the stools, I selected a nice comfy sofa directly opposite our three friends. As Carol flopped into the soft leather her skirt rode up showing a good expanse of stocking top and bare thigh. I noticed she sat with her legs slightly open.