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Showing my boobs on our shopping spree had already fuelled some of our sexual cravings and I was really excited thinking about the prospects of pushing the boundaries while getting ready to shower. Dave remarked that I was showing some signs of stubble and that I might like a shave. Actually, he just wanted to shave me. I lay across the towel he had placed on the bed. His fingers felt so gentle as he lathered me up. Then, carefully taking the razor, he scraped away all the foam around my pubis, taking immense care around my slit to ensure my pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bum. Fuck me. That always feels so sexy.After showering, I really took my time fixing my hair and makeup before slipping on my new dress, bending down to put on my five-inch stilettos. Dave flattered me with comments on how desirable I looked. He was sure that every man who set eyes on me tonight would want to fuck me. Yes, I did feel so sexy in this dress and played with the zippers while I teased him, asking if he really wanted me to show off my tits to strange men. He responded by lowering the zipper to my navel, saying that ‘right there’ would be perfect. Then he raised the lower zip to show my g-string and suggested it would be super sexy if I went commando. To be honest, the thought had crossed my mind earlier, so I didn’t need much encouragement to remove it for him. After removing the skimpy underwear, I adjusted the zipper about three inches lower than my crotch, which seemed to make him happy. I picked up my purse and we were ready to go and promised him that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as often as possible whenever it was appropriate.Feeling the fresh air circulate around my freshly shaved pussy on our walk to the restaurant was both stimulating and exciting. It also inspired some really pleasurable tingles and I promised myself that I would make it a night to remember for both of us.We arrived at the restaurant that Dave had booked earlier. My zipper slipped down just enough to show off a nice bit of cleavage. Feeling quite relaxed, I sat with my back to most of the diners, apart from the two tables to either side of us. As we were waiting for the menus, I noticed that the table cloth was draped quite low and had a spectacularly naughty thought. I asked Dave if it would excite him if I sat through the meal with my pussy totally uncovered. He did not need to be asked twice and immediately dared me to do it. Pulling the lower zipper upwards, I even parted my legs to fully enjoy the experience. By this time, I knew my juices were beginning to flow and I felt so deliciously vulnerable, even though it was not publicly obvious. The sensation of sitting there with my crotch fully exposed under the table with so many people around made me tremendously horny, and I knew it would lead to hot and wild sex later.An older gentleman, sitting diagonally opposite from us, cautiously watched me throughout the evening. He tried to hide his interest from his wife, who was completely oblivious to my actions. When she wasn’t looking, I shot him a bright smile and a wink.The wine flowed and dinner was perfect. We recalled the sexy shenanigans of the day so far: my previous night’s libertine behaviour, who had seen me, and their reactions. Already on a sexual high, the conversation soon got around to the fantasies that had sent us over the edge. Elaborating on these possible outcomes was so stimulating. As the wine took effect, I began to feel more adventurous and I deftly lowered my zip, then peeled the bodice away to provocatively reveal my complete tit for a few moments to keep my husband in his elevated state.We had already noticed I was getting some favourable glances from our waiter, who paid special attention to us during our meal. I loved it when he always stood where he could get the best glimpse of my cleavage. All this attention was having a sensational effect on me.Dave felt we should encourage his attention and suggested I slip my zipper an inch or so lower each time he approached, so by the time he arrived to clear away after our second course, esat escort bayan my upper zipper was already well below my nipples. I was also attracting more attention from the older gentleman, whom I graced with another deliberate smile. I’m sure my mischievous behaviour was a welcome distraction for him.When Dave told me the waiter was approaching with the coffees, I was really ready to give Dave the show I had promised. I mischievously lowered the zipper to my navel and hunched my back, causing the leather to peel away and show them both how excited my left nipple was. Catching the waiter’s eye, I deliberately looked down to see how much was showing, then smiled at him to confirm I was more than happy for him to take in my exposure. I was delighted when he smiled approvingly and inquired as to whether we would like a complimentary liquor with our coffees. Little did he know when he returned with the drinks, my zippers would be only a couple of inches apart now, which stirred me enormously.The time came to pay the bill and move on, so I prepared to adjust my zippers as there were some family groups present. With my belly swirling with arousal, I waited for the waiter to attend. As Dave settled the bill, I dared to push the draped tablecloth away to offer our waiter a momentary glimpse of the way I had been sitting. From where he was standing and looking down, he couldn’t actually see my pussy, but he could see I was making it obvious that I had been sitting with my sex exposed. I couldn’t believe the thrill I got as his eyes dropped to my lap, especially when he commented, “I’m sure you are going to have a great evening.”With my zippers modestly adjusted, we were ready to leave. As we got up, I received a smile and a knowing wink from the old gent. We could also see the waiter chatting to his colleagues and looking in our direction. I’ll never know what he said, but I had a good idea what it was about.We decided on a stroll along the back street passing the many vibrant bars and private clubs catering to tourists with certain lifestyles. We were approached by a bar promoter, who offered us a voucher for a ‘first drink free for the lady’ just to get us in. The establishment, with a large neon sign depicting a Jessica Rabbit-type character over the door, looked inviting, so we decided to give it a go.It was Dave’s idea that I go in first and order my drink, then he would follow a few minutes later. We’d pretend we didn’t know each other and he’d chat me up. That idea really excited me. Then he planted a deep, loving kiss on my lips and slyly pulled my zipper down below the curves of my boobs, knowing the exposure would attract some attention.It took my eyes a bit of time to adjust to the dim lighting inside. I could see that behind the small circular bar was a raised roped-off VIP area. The saloon was quite intimate, with low-level seating and some cosy-looking booths along one of the walls. The bar was quite busy, considering how early it was, and I was surprised at how many of the ladies were also dressed so skimpily. The thought crossed my mind that they were possibly escorts, and, thinking about the way I was dressed, they probably thought the same about me.Sitting bravely at the bar, it didn’t take long to get the bartender’s attention. As he was serving me, I was approached by a confident twentyish guy who offered to buy me a drink. He was about ten years younger than me, which really boosted my confidence. I told him I was waiting for my boyfriend, who would be here any second. Dave then entered the club and seeing me in conversation with the guy walked to the opposite side of the bar and took his phone out.A few moments later I heard the familiar alert on my phone and took it out of my purse to read: Sorry darling- running l8 n won’t b with u 4 15 mins xxxI pretended to be concerned and looked at my watch. The guy asked if everything was okay. So I showed him the text. With a grin from ear to ear, he said it would be his pleasure to keep me company until my boyfriend arrived if I wanted. I was very Escort etimesgut flattered that I had attracted the attention of this guy and gratefully accepted his offer of company. He had unknowingly involved himself in our little game.I was now at the bar facing a guy who couldn’t see my husband, but my husband could see me. Within a couple of minutes, he was flattering me with nice comments on how lovely I looked and how sexy my dress was. I lied that I had bought it to wear as a present for my boyfriend’s birthday. I told him we were celebrating tonight and hoped he would like it as he hadn’t seen it yet.Over the guy’s shoulder, I watched Dave’s reaction. He was watching me intently, and with a grin on his face, he picked up his phone and started to text again. My phone pinged, and on checking the text it simply read: I dare you!!!! xxx Quickly swiping it closed, I glanced over to Dave, who was now chatting with the barman but looking in my direction and obviously waiting to see how far I’d go. I was having such a good time and hadn’t really needed Dave’s encouragement, but his reassurance certainly stimulated me.Remembering my earlier promise that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as much as possible to complete strangers, I thought to myself ‘Okay, Dave, you wanted it…‘ I then rested my elbow on the bar, to encourage more of my fleshy mound to accidentally escape for the guy’s appreciation.As we chatted, the guy kept glancing down and looking at my chest, trying not to make it too obvious, but obvious enough to let me know he was enjoying the view. God, I felt myself trembling with arousal. The thought that I wanted to deliberately reveal myself to this guy now in this intimate one-to-one situation set my blood racing. As our conversation continued, I became more animated, exposing more of myself until half my boob was showing. I hoped it wouldn’t be long before my excited nipple would slip into view as well.As I rested my left arm on the bar during our increasingly flirty conversation, my top zipper was slipping unaided to reveal even more flesh. I shifted closer, luring my new friend’s eyes to blatantly absorb what I desperately wanted to show. The ever-increasing fluttering inside me was undeniably wonderful. I really wanted him to be able to see my complete breast, so I stretched across the bar to pick up a cocktail menu, hoping for the inevitable. Then, I pretended not to notice when my hardened left nipple had popped into view.I loved the attention, so pretending not to notice, I let it stay exposed while I focused my attention on the menu. This gave him ample opportunity to enjoy a good view of my provocatively exposed boob. After perusing the menu, I made a show of looking down and feigning embarrassment at my exposure and motioned to cover myself up, but he suggested that I not, as he was really enjoying the view. When he said that, mmm, that was so deliciously hot!Fuck me, I felt so wicked brazenly exposing myself like that! I asked him if he thought my dress would make a good birthday present. He replied if my boyfriend was anything like him, he would definitely love it. He went on to say my boyfriend was really lucky to have found someone so uninhibited, asking also if I always went clubbing in such sexy dresses. Then he continued to flatter me, saying that I was amazingly hot and that my boyfriend was such a lucky bastard. He just hoped he would be longer than he’d said in his text.Now, feeling really daring, I elevated myself to sit on a barstool and casually lifted my right foot to rest on the footrest. This allowed my skirt to fall away, exposing a lot of thigh, causing his eyes to flash to my legs. The butterflies were fluttering again as I looked down at them and quipped, “You don’t think it’s too short, do you?”With that, I saw my husband rise from his seat and walk towards us. Not adjusting my exposure, I told the guy my boyfriend just walked in and was coming over and deliberately arched my back so more of my boobs were visible. I knew how much it would etlik escort excite my husband to see me engaging with a stranger in this way.As he approached, I rose and embraced him then sat back on the stool. By this time, my zipper had slipped almost as far as my navel. Before Dave had a chance to say anything and to keep to my charade, I asked Dave what he thought of the dress I had bought to celebrate his birthday. He immediately caught on and said he loved it, especially the way I wore it and asked the guy what he thought. The poor guy was totally at a loss for words momentarily before agreeing with Dave and offering to buy us drinks.Here I was, sitting in a bar with my zipper down to my navel and teasing a stranger with my husband standing next to me, with my left tit having already slipped out of the soft leather bodice. The atmosphere was electric. ‘Fuck,’ I cursed inwardly, realizing that the inhibitions I had earlier were virtually gone. I was up for almost anything Dave wanted me to do.We accepted his offer of another drink and Dave came clean, telling the guy that we were playing out a little game. One where Mandy, and he cut his eyes at me, would sit provocatively in a bar and wait for him to follow a couple of minutes later and chat me up. But when he came in, he could see a guy had approached me first and was engaged in conversation. He’d wanted to give me space to see what would happen. Dave hoped he hadn’t minded us taking advantage of the situation and involving him. The guy laughed and said it was a pity you didn’t say you would be half an hour late as he was really enjoying my company so much. Then he asked Dave if he had been there all the time.It was then that Dave decided to push the boundaries. Leaning in conspiratorially, he told the guy, “If past experience is anything to go by, I bet she’s not even wearing any underwear.” Then he excused himself to go to the men’s room. When he hinted that I was completely naked under the dress, I blushed deeply as a sexy rumble shot through me. I laughed, though, and said it was my secret and I wasn’t telling.As he was given the opportunity to continue speaking to me alone, the conversation became even more intense. The guy hinted as to whether I played around. I told him that no, I was sorry, but as much as I had thought about it, I hadn’t let it happen yet. I must admit, though, hearing this guy’s virtual hitting on me sent another bolt through my already aroused state.Encouraged by his flattery and wanting his interest to continue, I divulged that I often go out on my own. ”I love wearing revealing clothes and letting strangers ogle me in supermarkets and fuel stations and places like that.” I added, “My boyfriend gets really turned on when I recall the actual details of how I encourage strangers to notice my boobs, especially when they manage to see my prominent nipples, and how stimulated it gets me.” I continued to tell him that my boyfriend always loves sneaking a look at other women’s tits as well but truly loves seeing men ogle mine in revealing clothes.The flirting continued until Dave came back and the conversation returned to my dress. Dave boasted that when I wear clothes that attract the attention of others, it always leads to a long night of hot sex. The guy remarked to Dave on how lucky he was, and Dave kept the conversation titillating by relating my antics of the previous night. The conversation flow excited me more than ever, giving us the opportunity to play out another fantasy.We eventually decided it was time to move on to someplace else as the drink prices there were quite expensive. The guy had played along brilliantly and not been too pushy. We enjoyed his company immensely. I was sure Dave wanted me to show more, so with an impish smile, I allowed my dress to ride up as I slid off the stool, allowing the guy’s inquisitive eyes to momentarily take in my fully exposed pussy. I could see Dave was really enjoying this and wanted me to show even more, but at that time I wasn’t ready for that. I would need a few more drinks first.We walked along the street and Dave drew me into a dark little alcove where we could indulge in some intimate kissing. He reached through my parted zipper and stroked my pubic mound with the back of his fingers. I moaned as he asked me if I would have let the guy do this to me. I went weak at the knees just thinking about it.
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