Author's note: I had an incredibly vivid dream that inspired me to take my first crack at writing a story. Feel free to share suggestions or just let me know what you think. While this does technically fall into the category of a cuckold/hotwife story, it has no elements of humiliation, and focuses more on the Vixen/Stag dynamic.
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The Skirt
I had not so subtly been hinting for a couple of years since I purchased it, that it would be a huge turn on if my wife would wear the skirt in public for me. Since I was a young man, I've found female public nudity, or very near it, to be extremely hot. Short skirts, sheer clothing, sheer swimwear, or even swimwear missing vital areas of fabric. These things have bounced around my head most of my adult life.
Once I got married, and my wife became the center of my sexual world, my fantasies intensified over time. Every video, story, or picture I saw of a woman in a sexual scenario, in my mind's eye, became my wife, and I envisioned all manner of sexual exploration with my wife as the centerpiece of it all. This eventually led to fantasies of sharing her with other men, and after some years of keeping that particular kink to myself, I did end up slowly including these ideas into our bedroom talk. While my beautiful wife is willing to entertain most of my bedroom fantasies, they do typically stay in the bedroom, and in the realm of fantasy.
So, the skirt, a red, pleated, plaid number typically included in role-playing a naughty schoolgirl or serving as the central tenant of many an adventurous co-ed Halloween costume found its way into my online shopping cart, and later the drawer of spicier garments reserved for grown-up playtime. She wore it for me occasionally, and even posed for a couple of photoshoots showing off her delicious body. While it technically covers everything necessary, the slightest uncalculated movement or an errant breeze could give an exciting show to anyone who chose to look. Which is why my hints to wear it in public were met with a half-chuckle accompanied by a "No".
Until, one day, something changed. It was near Halloween, and we found ourselves with a kid-free weekend coming up as they were to spend a couple nights at their grandparents. In the spirit of the season, and some serious wishful thinking, I started looking for some fun to be had by a couple with zero parental responsibilities for a night. I came across a forum detailing various Halloween themed, adults-only parties in the area that might give us the opportunity to let loose a little. I found one that looked promising with a sexy costume party theme and took the leap of suggesting it to my wife. I was quite surprised when she agreed and the plan was set. I inquired about what kind of costumes she thought we should wear, but she nonchalantly said not to worry about it, and that she was sure she could put something together.
The evening of the party came, and I dressed, and nervously awaited to see what my wife had come up with. Like I said before, my wife is beautiful, and sexy, but she's never been interested in showing much skin beyond some cleavage in public, so I expected something elegant and tasteful. When she walked out of the closet, I was floored. Not only was her costume smoking hot, she had clearly been paying attention to all of my fantasies over the years, and chose tonight to blow my mind.
After catching my breath, I took in the whole of my wife's outfit. THE skirt, that falls less than an inch below her adorable booty cheeks when standing straight was the central focus, but she had combined this with several other clothing items that sparked my kinks just right. A sheer white blouse covered an, also sheer, black lace balconette bra that showed off her DDD breasts phenomenally, including what I believe to be the sexiest pair of nipples that exist on this planet, standing out with the hint of arousal at her atypical level of exposure. On her feet, a pair of clean, brilliant white sneakers that set the tone of her outfit as not just sultry, but playful. A glint of glitter caught my eye, and I recognized something that I had mentioned a few times, and almost bought several times, but never actually did. On her ankle, was a dainty silver anklet with a cute little fox emblem falling over the edge of her shoe, bouncing as she walked. She must have seen it in my shopping history and bought it herself as a surprise.
That little fox is the symbol of a vixen, which is what I had taken to calling her during our fantasy explorations in bed. A vixen is a variant of the "hotwife" lifestyle that I find particularly enticing, as it does not revolve around humiliation or submission, but instead focusses on the enjoyment of expanding your wife's pleasure. As she caught me staring at the dangling charm, she told me that, since this was a costume party, and she was dressed up as a sexy slutty wife, that the vixen charm added a little more heat to the already smoldering fantasies behind her outfit.
After telling her how amazing she looked, wrapping my arms around her waist and laying the most passionate kiss I could muster on her, I smiled and suggested we head to the party. She wore a jacket out to the car, which wasn't surprising considering the show she would have put on for our neighbors, but after opening the door for her to sit, she handed the jacket to me to put in the trunk, as a silent acknowledgment that she was indeed to be on display for the rest of the evening.
As we drove to the club, my heart was racing as I gazed up and down her beautiful thighs and prominently displayed chest, with that charm on her ankle glinting occasionally with passing street lights. Even though it was only fantasy, a costume, my thoughts were growing rapidly at what possibilities could unfold that night.