At home we again settled into a "normal" routine. This went on for a couple of months and I was getting a bit antsy for us to have another adventure. I had hinted a few times to Dawn we should take another trip but she kept saying we couldn't really afford one at this time. However, my company had scheduled an upcoming conference for me to attend in Dallas and all of the expenses were taken care of. That evening I sat Dawn down and told her we were going to the conference and I expected my devoted wife to make me very happy. I did not go any further, Dawn knew what I meant. I was like a little kid anticipating Christmas. My mind was in overdrive as I contemplated a whole week to experiment!
A couple of weeks later we were packing for the trip. I spied several bras Dawn had placed on the bed for packing. I questioned what those were for. She looked up and asked me if she should bring them. I tossed them back into her lingerie drawer and said since we were going out of town where no one knew us she would not need them. Dawn shook her head and went to the closet to retrieve her outer wear. She held up dresses and skirts for my approval. Some I said yes to and others no. Of course all of the yeses were for short dresses and skirts as well as revealing thin tops and blouses.
My only concession was she could wear a bra and choose whatever top she wanted to wear on the trip out since we might see someone we knew before getting on the plane. Unsurprisingly, she chose a slightly thicker white top. With the bra on there was no way any outline of her always erect nipples would show. The only nice thing about the top was its nice deep vee neck. It was entirely possible some lucky guy might get a chance to see my wife's bra encased tits.
While in flight I walked the aisle to the bathroom. I surveyed the crowd making sure I did not recognize anyone. Returning back to my seat I, whispering, instructed Dawn to go to the bathroom and while there she was to remove her bra. She whispered she couldn't, someone might recognize her. I assured her I had scanned the crowd and no one we knew was on our flight. Knowing resistance was futile my compliant wife got up and headed to the back.
A few minutes later she returned and as she sat in the seat she handed me a balled up bit of material. I smiled as I saw it was one of her smaller sexier bras. As she buckled her seatbelt I watched her tits gently sway. Her little nips scraped across the material and you could just barely see them. It was such a turn-on knowing my attractive wife was braless.
I leaned over and whispered how sexy she looked. She squeezed my hand and whispered back that she hoped she wasn't showing too much. I assured her nothing was seen and she leaned back resting.
Ninety minutes later the plane taxied in with a smooth landing. The jarring of the plane from the landing awoke my wife. I had been watching the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she slept. But, when the plane shuddered her breast moved under the white top like two quivering mounds of jello. She stretched and smiled at me.
As we exited the plane everyone was facing front so there was little opportunity for folks to enjoy her exhibition. But, once we arrived in the terminal crowds of people were hurrying in every direction. I would watch the faces of guys as we passed and wasn't surprised most of the men were closely checking my little wife out. Dawn knew they were checking her out. She kept her head down and stayed glued to my side.
It was early evening when we arrived at the hotel. We were both hungry and after a quick unpacking decided it was time to grab a bite to eat. The conference wasn't starting until the next morning so we were on our own this evening so I suggested we eat in the hotel's restaurant and then take in the local nightlife.
Dawn agreed and acted as though she were ready to go as she was. Even though she was braless I wanted her to be a little more daring so I told her she needed to change first. I reminded her the clothes she had on were her choice for traveling. Now it would be my turn to choose her clothes.
Dawn haltingly asked if she could choose the outfit. I decided to see what she would pick and said she could but it was subject to my approval. I did stipulate she had to wear either a dress or a skirt. Dawn considered the clothes she had brought and finally made a selection. I watched as she pulled a short black dress over her head and smoothed it in place. I helped zip the zipper on the back and turned her around for inspection.
The neckline made a nice vee but did not plunge as far as I would have liked. But, it did show a nice expanse of her upper chest. I reached out and gently rubbed both breasts through the lightweight summer dress material. Her nips stood out like little pencil erasers. The dark material did a fair job of hiding her nips, but anyone looking closely would see she was braless.
I asked my wife to bend forward for me. Dawn knew I wanted to see what other guys might get a chance of seeing. She compliantly bent forward and looked up at me. I peered down the gap her dress front made. Unfortunately, the material at the vee kind of bunched up when gravity took over and only allowed a partial view of her fine tits.
I think this is why Dawn had asked to choose her dress. She must have tried it on before and looked to see how exposed she would be. I told her to bend further forward. As she did this the material finally gave way and there before me were two gorgeous tits fully exposed. You could look past the two little erect nipples and see clear to her panties. I had Dawn go to the bathroom mirror and bend over. Seeing herself she commented she looked okay. When I had her bend further forward her smile left and she muttered a low "Oh." As she saw her pert breasts begin to appear. A red blush crept across her face and chest from embarrassment. I'm sure she did not expect to show so much.
Dawn straightened, apologized and offered to change into a less revealing outfit. I hugged her tight and told her not to think of changing, that she was dressed exactly as I wanted. I said she looked classy and yet could be a bit daring if things worked out right. Dawn meekly agreed and we headed out the door.
Unfortunately, (perhaps fortunately), the restaurant was full and it would be at least an hour before we could be seated. I gave the host our name and steered my wife toward the bar next door for a pre-dinner drink. Before entering I thought this might as well be a good time to start playing "the game". I guided Dawn off to the side and standing close told her we were going to go in separately and do as we did on our last trip.
She was to go in first, have a seat at the bar and I would come in a few minutes later. Before entering she was to remove her rings and act like she was available. If some man bought her a drink she could not refuse but would have to accept and drink it. If he wanted to dance she would also have to do it. And, if she liked the guy she was to show her appreciation.
I emphasized each point by slightly, yet firmly, squeezing her arm. My compliant wife listened closely to her orders and when I finished I asked her if she understood everything. She meekly nodded. I held out my hand and she pulled her rings off handing them to me. Dawn stood on tiptoe to kiss me and tell me she loved me. I kissed her back and told her she was all the woman I could ever desire. I then released her, she turned and walked into the darkened bar.
I found a comfortable chair and sat thinking how lucky I was to have a girl like my Dawn. After waiting about five minutes I decided it was time to see what was happening. I strolled into the darkened bar stopping long enough for my eyes to adjust.
It was your typical bar, long main side with about eight high barstools. At the far end was a short end of an "L". The bartender was a young 30ish guy leaning against the counter as he talked on his cell phone. He kept stealing glances at the attractive girl sitting on the stool at the middle of the bar. I could understand why he was. I knew this lady well. She was my wife.
I ambled over to the short end of the bar and plopped on one of the two stools. This gave me a vantage point to look down the length of the bar counter. Having found my seat I scanned the bar to see who was there. Surprisingly, the place was practically empty. A younger couple sat at a small table, heads together, talking in low tones. A 50-ish guy in a rumpled suit sat at the bar near the door nursing a drink. Slightly balding, a bit overweight, I would have bet anything he was a salesman on the road. Dawn and I rounded out the list of patrons.
I kept watching Dawn fiddle with her drink. She kept stirring the swizzle stick occasionally sipping her pink drink. Every so often she would look my way, a questioning look on her face. I would give no reaction and continue sipping my drink. I was fishing, using my wife as bait. I figured if we didn't get a nibble soon we could always try another spot.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the salesman got the attention of the bartender, said something and slipped him a bill. He then got up and walked over to sit next to my wife. He chose the side closer to me which was fine for this would give me an opportunity to see part of what he would see, if anything. As he sat down the bartender set a drink similar to what Dawn had been drinking in front of her. He said the gentleman had bought her a drink. The salesman beamed and Dawn looked up at him, gave a small smile and thanked him.
To get Dawn's attention I cleared my throat. I had been leaning forward elbow up on the counter and wanted her to do the same. Both she and the guy looked my direction. I acted like I was looking off into space, absorbed in my thoughts. The guy looked me over, I guess sizing me up. Finishing his appraisal he dismissed me from his mind and turned back to the beauty next to him.
Dawn could tell what I had wanted. Her facial expression didn't look enthused but being my compliant wife she rested her right elbow on the counter top and leaned forward turning her torso toward the guy. I leaned a little to the right so I could maintain eye contact with my lovely wife.
From my position I could just see the top swelling of her luscious firm tits. Remembering my prior inspection of Dawn's dress I suspected the salesman could obviously see more, but I highly doubted he could see her nips or full breasts.
