Day two, Tuesday, I had to go to the supermarket to buy some food, as I was seriously low on supplies. I knew I had not much to spend, but I was not about to go hungry or order deliveries all the time. So I put on my scoop neck t-shirt and miniskirt, this time with my panties under them. I wanted to feel at least a little bit decent on the outings where I was not about to lose my clothes.
The walk to the supermarket was rather uneventful. It was another great summer day, and it was kinda fun to have the girls bounce around in my shirt. I also knew that if I bent over it would be all on display to whoever cared to look. I checked that in the mirror. That scoop neck allowed for it to fall all the way down, showing everything. I had to be careful there!
In the supermarket I got quite some looks, especially after the cool air-con managed to stiffen up my nipples. For some reason the things I was looking for were all placed on the lower shelves, no really, that was the case, and my bending down gave some lucky shoppers a nice view down my shirt. Flashing couples was definitely the most fun, I thought one girl was about to hit her partner for looking at me too obviously. Good times. Admittedly I looked at items I didn't really need, too. Eventually I got what I needed, paid and walked back home.
That evening I was thinking about the next day, my meeting with Morgan, and, presumably, her husband. I remembered him very well, our dances at the company event. I was so wet. He was so hard, I felt him as we danced. He did not make any effort to hide this, on the contrary, and kept his hands only just from the "forbidden" areas as we did our interpretation of dirty dancing. Nor did I do anything to avoid contact with his bulge. To the casual observer it may have looked a bit like dry humping, I'm not sure.
Luckily my vibrators were still accessible, not locked in the wardrobe or so. It really helped me to get through the evening and fall asleep.
Second adventure -- Morgan's husband's birthday.
Finally Wednesday, day 3, arrived. It started off with a boring morning doing household chores, but after a simple lunch it was time to set off to my appointment with Morgan. I couldn't keep my mind off of her husband.
But first things first, getting to that club of hers. She told me no need to dress up, and considering my upcoming dinner and an arts exhibition I wanted to keep the nicer clothes for those occasions. I went for the same outfit as the day before, sans panties as it was my only set. I just had to be really careful along the way. I put on a set of my heels, not wanting to have to part with my flip flops just yet. A bit an odd combination but it would have to do. In certain parts of town it wouldn't have taken long to get rate requests if I'd be standing on the sidewalk dressed like that.
The bus ride to her club was mostly uneventful. Of course I attracted quite some stares, making the day of the wimpy college kid that was standing next to me, his gaze straight down my shirt for most of the ride. I pretended to not notice him, but secretly enjoyed the attention and the bulge in his pants. I can't help but wonder what would have happened had he known about my lack of panties. When my stop approached I got up, gave him a smile, and rubbed my chest against his as I squeezed by him. His red, embarrassed face was icing on the cake.
This "club" Morgan told me to go to turned out to be a sauna in the clubhouse of an upmarket apartment building. So that's why she told me there was no need to dress up. The schedule posted at the entrance told me at this hour the sauna was for ladies only.
I walked up to the reception desk, and told the pretty young thing behind the counter that I was here by invitation. I gave my name, and a moment later she gave me a visitor's pass and I was allowed in.
The place was beautiful. Marble floors, shiny walls, just gorgeous. This couple were clearly well off, living in a place like this. The changing room was empty, and a moment later I had my clothes and purse safely tucked away in a locker. A quick shower later I moved on to the main sauna room, where I found Morgan sitting on a towel. She had a great body for a woman her age, I thought. Full breasts with limited sag, nipples proudly pointing forward. She quite certainly never had children. Mine are hanging a bit more, while they're smaller and she has quite some years on me. Slightly greying hair falling in thick strands on her shoulders and behind her back.
"Charlee, good to see you," she greeted me. "Come and have a seat, it's really nice here."
I put down my towel next to Morgan, and sat down. She obviously checked me out as I walked towards her.
Morgan knew all about the lost clothes scheme, and made me talk about my experience so far. I told her everything, from the Speedos guy to the dune pan to the bloke almost getting slapped by his girl for looking at me.
"Your husband must really love you, for setting you up for such good entertainment while he's gone", Morgan said.
Then finally Morgan revealed what she had in mind for me.
"Do you remember meeting us at this company function, two years ago?" she asked.
"I do," I said.
"You spent most of the evening dancing with my husband, Jonathan. You looked like you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Just a few songs," I protested, feeling embarrassed on being called out by his wife, and the realisation that I didn't know his name until now. Jonathan.
"No matter, Jonathan remembers it very well, too. I know he very much enjoyed dancing with you, and that evening we had great sex. He was so turned on. Sometimes I mention the event to him while we're in bed, it is guaranteed to get him excited again. I like to tease him with it, knowing that he won't follow up on it. He's mine, though we both like to play a bit now and then. That never included sex, though, just flirting and so. Like what you two did at the party.
Allen mentioned his upcoming trip and plans for you to me a few weeks ago over lunch, asking what I thought about it. I was shocked and surprised at first, as colleagues we now and then have lunch together but we had never talked about something nearly this personal. I didn't answer right away, but it did set the machinery in my head in motion. I realised Jonathan's birthday was right in that period, and then I thought maybe I can give him something very special for his birthday today -- you. As long as you agree, of course."
I swallowed. This was unexpected. Of course I was in for this, I was from the moment I saw who Morgan is and I remembered her husband, and that evening.
"I'm game," I told her.
"Just as Allen said you would be."
I laughed. "He no doubt remembers the night after."
"No surprise. Jonathan claims he could smell your excitement when you danced with him, and that you did all you could to maintain physical contact while dancing. Under duress of a withheld orgasm he actually admitted that if he were to stray, you would be worth the risk."
I felt my face turn red in embarrassment, and I looked away from Morgan. That was too much information. Way too much.
"Don't worry, I don't blame you. He's hot. That's why I married him all those years ago!"
We spent another half an hour or so in the sauna, chatting about other things. Jonathan was due to come home at about six, and he had promised Morgan not to be late for the birthday dinner she would prepare for him.
An hour before he was due to come home, Morgan started to prepare me as his present. She undressed me, then went over my body with a fine comb to make sure I looked my best. A subtle bit of makeup on my face, removing a few stray hairs from my eyebrows, a bit of correction at my pubic bush, and finally some dabs of cologne at strategic spots. Finally she did a little bit of wrapping up. She took some brightly coloured ribbons, and wrapped them around my body, covering my nipples and pussy but not much else.
She had arranged for a large cardboard box, large enough for a person to sit in. I had to crouch down, it took me a while to find a comfortable position as I would have to stay in there for quite some time, waiting for Jonathan to return home. Morgan gave me a little stool to sit on inside the box, that helped a lot. I was nervously waiting in the dark, quickly losing my sense of time.
As I sat in my box I heard Morgan rumbling around the apartment. I heard the sound of cooking, of cutlery being placed on the table. What would he think of me? Would he still be interested? The anticipation was killing me. I couldn't help but think back to the party, the dance, the feel of his hands on my body, his cock hard in his pants. The thought alone made me excited, the prospect of being allowed to have him for the night did the rest. I was soaking wet. I wonder if Morgan could smell my excitement outside the box, Jonathan would definitely be able to smell it when he finally got to unwrap his present.
It seemed like ages before I finally heard the front door, Jonathan had returned home. The anticipation in me grew exponentially, as did my embarrassment the moment I felt liquid dripping out of my pussy, wetting the stool. I was that turned on already. Morgan should have given me a towel. Too late for that.
"Hi honey, happy birthday!" I heard Morgan say, followed by a few seconds of silence. I think they were kissing their hellos.
"What's cooking? It smells delicious."
"I promised you a good birthday dinner! That's what's cooking," Morgan replied. She continued, "I also got you a very special birthday present. It's in the living room."
Morgan sounded excited, as if she couldn't wait to show her husband what she had for him. I was in for that, I didn't want to stay longer in this box than strictly needed. I was so nervous, how would he react? Please let this part get over with.
