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-------- Anna Show And Don't Tell --------

During a morning coffee visit with my daughter-in-law Anna, she seemed a little sad. She finally admitted she was unhappy with her current life, the way she felt about herself. Her husband wasn't paying much attention to her, she was feeling old and unattractive.

I told her this isn't uncommon (avoiding the catch phrase "for women your age"), and I had a suggestion on how to change that. Interested, she listened as I explained.

"I've learned from other women her age and even older that the best way to feel attractive is to know a man wants you! You don't have to get into all the complications of an affair; just being aware of men looking at you, the occasional wolf whistle, that sort of thing.

"You know, like on TV when an attractive woman walks by a construction site in the city, and all the rude workers whistle and say things to her? She may act angry, but inside she may actually like feeling attractive and sexy like that, knowing she still looks good to men.

"Some of the women I knew started dressing really provocatively in public, trying to get attention and feel desirable, but I never thought that a good idea. They were giving out the wrong image, and sometimes friends, family, husband would see them and get the wrong idea entirely.

"You're at even more of a disadvantage: you don't get out that much, really, except for shopping and running errands, taking the k**s to school. So you aren't exposed to men in an environment where they could give you attention, be flattering and complimentary." I smiled ruefully at her, "Even if they were being rude and uncivilized! You might still enjoy the looks and whistles."

Anna agreed, "I think that may be true. Perhaps I am just not paying attention, since I never want to encourage strangers to make passes at me. I just hate that," she exclaimed, "I always had!" She frowned, "I try to look attractive, and some man decides that now he can fondle me on the streetcar, or say things about my breasts just to make his friends laugh!"

"I understand," I said appeasingly. "And I agree, perhaps it's not right for you to look for that sort of attention in public. And it's very difficult, I'm sure, for you to find male friends who would give you attention, flatter you, but still not get carried away or misunderstand, expect to have sex with you just because they treat you well. It's pretty common with most men: they see you appreciate their attention and think it means you want more, that you will be willing to give them more!"

She nodded, "That is true. There was one guy, I was working with him on that project, you remember? He always complimented me on how nice I looked, I enjoyed being with him because I felt .. well, kind of special, you know?" She blushed, "And now that I think of it, yes, it was exciting, a little, to know that he thought me attractive, sexy." She sighed and looked sad. "But he became too .. interested, you know? And he said that maybe we could get together, just the two of us, in a motel? So of course I told him no, I was a married woman, he must never talk to me that way!"

"Did that work?" I asked.

Anna sighed again. "Well, yes, of course it worked. He knew I was very unhappy with him, and he never said anything like that again. But we were never quite as friendly as before, you know. It was too bad, he was a very nice man."

I glanced at her. "And you didn't even consider going to the motel with him? Wouldn't that have been fun? Exciting? To know you were so attractive that he would want to go to bed with you?"

She frowned at me. "Of course not!" she said in an offended tone. But then she paused and shrugged, "Okay, I will try to be honest with you. Of course it might have been fun. To have sex is always fun, especially with a nice man who makes you laugh. And he was very good looking, I must say, very fit, very strong." Her eyes went distant. "It might have been very exciting indeed, I suppose." She looked at me again, "But I would never do that! I am a married woman! Things like that are for young women, single women, not for me!"

"Well, I can understand that, Anna, and good for you to want to be so faithful to Allan. But still .. if you agree that my ideas might help you feel better, happier, sexier, everything like that .. I have a better idea."

"A better idea?" she asked, interest in her voice.

"Yes, I propose that we play a game, just you and me. You wouldn't have to depend on other men looking at you, complimenting you. I would do that!"

"But .. you already give me compliments," Anna replied. "I mean, I appreciate them, I really do. But it hasn't helped me so much, I think."

Well," I smiled, "this owuld be different. It would not be me saying how nice you look today. In this game you would have to give me special reasons to show you how attractive you are. More important, special things so YOU would know you are attractive, sexy, desirable!"

"What kind of reasons? What things?" she asked curiously.

Taking a breath, I went for broke as I explained the details of my game to her. It was much like the "Hollywood Coffee Call" I'd participated in many years ago, a game a number of housewifes had put together.

"The next time you invite me over for coffee, you should be wearing something special. Something completely different from the casual house clothes like these I usually see you wearing." I gestured at her figure, and she looked down at herself: the sweatshirt, loose-fitting slacks, house slippers. Quite appropriate for housework, for a casual visit by a friend .. but not very sexy.

"You should be wearing special outfits or costumes that REALLY get my attention, that would get ANY man's attention! Something that shows you off completely different than you EVER are." I had her attention now, as I continued. "Like .. a really sexy micro bikini, for instance, one that hardly covers anything at all! Or a transparent nightgown, one that showed everything! Or even better .. be completely nude, not wear anything at all! Maybe just black lace stockings, the ones I liked so much at that party? But nothing else!"

"Oh, I could never do that!" she gasped, blushing bright red, shock on her face. "With you there to visit? I would be so embarrassed!"

"Sure you can! That's your part of the game: you have to show yourself to me, be provocative, exciting, arousing!" I smiled reassuringly. "For your part of the game, you must be brave, daring, even if it is embarrassing. And the other part of the game, my part, may be even harder!"

She looked at me in suspense. "What, what would you do? When I am almost naked! Give me compliments? Say how much you like me naked?" She started to frown in disapproval, but the blush was still on her face. And she hadn't said no, not exactly.

I shook my head. "No, not that. I give you compliments all the time about how pretty you are, how good things look on you. And, as you say, for you that is ordinary, and to say these things when you are naked, how beautiful your naked body is, would not be so different. This must be different, so we must make you pay attention and use your imagination! So our game will have a little twist, you see."

"What kind of twist?" she asked. She still didn't act approving, but at least she was still talking to me.

I smiled at her. "I would have to act as if everything were completely normal, just like now, as if you were dressed just like this, NOT almost naked, NOT the most exciting and desirable woman in the whole world!"

I twisted a mustache teasingly, part of another little game we played, where I'd pretend to be a flirting irrepressible lecher and she the innocent young maiden. I saw a little smile go across her face as I reminded her of our teasing play.

"I would be the world's greatest lecher, but could only look and admire and hunger .. and not say or show anything, no matter how desirable you were! I could not flirt, I could not touch, I could only look. And drink my coffee, and make polite talk. Now, do you think THAT is going to be easy?"

Anna sat for a moment, obviously thinking hard. "So I would open the door and say hello, and you would say hello, even though I am in a nightgown? Or a bikini, you said? Or even completely naked, maybe with those black stockings? I would make coffee and you would not even notice that I am naked? And we would sit here, chatting about nothing, when you can see my breasts, my body, everything?"

I nodded, "That's it! Exactly!" She shook her head and protested weakly, "Oh, I could not do that!"

But I didn't give up. "And the whole time, you would absolutely know that I was looking at you .. because that is the one thing I can still do: look at your body all I want! I just can't say anything or do anything about your being naked! But when I look at you, when you see my eyes on your body .. do you think that would be exciting for you? Would you feel attractive, desirable, sexy? Be honest now."

She thought for a second. "Well, yes, I suppose so! I know I would feel embarrassed; I mean I have never been naked around you before! But yes .. I guess it would be exciting."

"And more important, would you feel attractive, desirable?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so. I would know you were enjoying looking at me." She glanced at me, "At least I hope you would be enjoying it!"

"Oh, you can be sure, Anna: I will certainly enjoy every second looking at you like that." I smiled teasingly. "You know that little houserobe you often wear after a shower or whatever? The short one that ties at the waist?" She nodded. "Well, don't you know I love seeing you in that? I know you're usually naked under that robe, and that's very exciting, every time I see you in it! Because it's so short, it shows your legs very well. And it opens at the top, and when you move just right or bend over sometimes, I can see your breasts."

"Fritz!" she said in a startled voice, but still kept looking at me coyly from beneath those long eyelashes. "You shouldn't be looking at my breasts!" She might be protesting, I thought to myself, but she didn't look or sound angry.

"Well, it's true! Do you know any man who would not look at your breasts if he had a chance?" I smiled again. "So you can be absolutely sure I would be thinking every minute how sexy you were, how attractive and exciting your body is! And that, my dear, I promise would help your morale one hundred percent!"

"Well .. I don't know," she said. "You wouldn't think I was .. well, cheap, maybe what do they call them, a slut? Or too provocative or teasing you?" She looked at me sternly. "This would not mean we would be having sex, you know, I could NOT have sex with you, I mean, that would be just impossible! Even if you were looking at all my body, even with me walking around naked or in a bikini or something, that would not mean sex! I am a married woman!"

I smiled reassuringly, "Of course I understand that. And no, you wouldn't be cheap or teasing. You would be a beautiful woman showing herself off a little, feeling sexy and attractive and willing to share that with me. And I would be thoroughly enjoying every minute of it."

I reminded her, "You know, just because a man looks at a woman and thinks her sexy and exciting, it doesn't automatically mean he has to have sex with her! Men go to topless clups, to strip clubs, every day, not for sex but just to look at the sexy girls! Even your husband likes doing that with his friends, and there's no harm in it, right?" Anna nodded: she was irritated that her husband liked watching topless women at those clubs, but had apparently accepted it as a harmless activity, just him and his buddies. At least she'd quit arguing with him about it, from what he'd told me. She worried more about his drinking, I was sure, than the women he might be watching.

I continued, "Men look at porn pictures and videos, not necessarily for sex or to masturbate, but sometimes just because it's fun to be excited, to look at exciting things! To get turned on a little, you know?" Anna was listening carefully, and nodded.

"And that's how it would be with me and you! I would be enjoying looking at you, seeing you move, admiring your body." I let my eyes roam over her breasts, visible even beneath her sweatshirt. "I've always done that; I love looking at you! But now it would just be more obvious. I could be honest with my pleasure at seeing your body, and you would know how much I was enjoying it!"

We sipped some coffee in silence while I gave Anna some time to think about these suggestions. Finally she said, "I understand what you are suggesting. And yes, I agree that knowing you were looking at my body, that you find me attractive .. and exciting even .. that would probably be a good feeling for me.

"But I am not comfortable, I think, to show you myself completely naked. I am not so happy with my body, you know, even though I exercise and everything. I can never have a body like some of those dancers Allan and his friends like so much!

"So no, I don't think naked. But maybe .. like you said, maybe wearing a pretty nightgown? That would not be like I was completely naked, you know. And a pretty nightgown might give me more confidence."

She nodded, "Yes, maybe I would be okay with that." She smiled at me as she stood and reached out a hand. "Come, I will show you what I am thinking would be okay, to see if you would still think me sexy in it? Even if you couldn't see me naked like you want?" She smiled teasingly at me and led me into her bedroom. "Not that I am saying I will do this thing, you understand. I have not made up my mind on that. But at least we can look, okay?"

Rummaging around in a walk-in closet, she brought out a hanger with a whispy something hanging from it. "I don't ever wear this, I think maybe just one time ever, which is too bad because I always thought this was so pretty. But my husband thinks it is silly for me to wear things like this, he just wants me naked when he's interested .. you know, for sex? And the rest of the time he just doesn't care."

I nodded reassuringly; that was part of the problem right there, but not something I was ready to address just yet.

Taking the nightgown off the hanger, she held it in front of her body and struck a sort of modeling pose. "What do you think? Is this what you were thinking of?"

I was all for it, since the very attractive white baby doll was almost completely transparent, had a deeply cut neckline, and came down to her upper thighs, just barely covering her crotch.

She turned and posed in front of a mirror on the closet door. "I don't know .." she frowned. "It is very revealing. I mean, you can see right through it!"

"Well, that's the idea. We WANT you to feel sexy, for you to know I can see you in the sexiest way possible!"

"Well, I just don't know." She glanced at me as she put the gown back on its hanger and back into the closet. "You said something else .. some kind of a bikini?"

"Yes, a micro bikini. That's a two-piece bathing suit, but VERY brief, just barely enough fabric to cover the private parts. They are not very practical for swimming, but VERY good for women who want to show off their bodies."

Anna was unfamiliar with this, so we sat down at her computer and I did a search for micro bikinis. There were multiple hits, and we started browsing. There were commercial pages selling them, with many images of perfectly proportioned models wearing them. There were also numerous hits to porn sites, with not only images of women wearing micro bikinis .. but also nothing at all, interspersed with pure hard-core porn, sex acts of all types! I could see Anna blush at some of the more extreme pages, but I quickly scrolled by them, since it was micro bikini design we were looking for.

Anna was very impressed with the simplicity of some of the designs, and especially impressed with how inexpensive some of them were. "Well, there's not much to them," I reminded her, "Hardly any fabric at all! You're paying for the design and that's about it!"

She nodded. "Well, they do not look difficult to make, their patterns should be simple." She stared at one voluptuous model, huge breasts with hard nipples bulging out through two tiny patches, her swollen vulva blatantly obvious beneath the almost transparent strip covering her vulva. "My body .. it would never look like that! I cannot compare with these women!"

I grinned at her, "Hardly anyone would! But there are ordinary women wearing these too!"

A little more searching and I was able to show her amateur shots of ordinary women wearing bikinis, to include some with the micro bikinis. "See?" I said, "You would look just as good as any of those women, even the teenage girls!"

She blushed at the compliments and finally agreed, "Well, I suppose .." She looked at some more models, and at some different designs. "I wouldn't be wasting money on something I would never dare to wear, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try."

"An excellent idea!" I agreed. "Look, why don't you do this? Just try out how you would look in a test bikini, one you make yourself! I know you're very creative like that; you could do it easily! Don't even bother with all the patterns and cutting and sewing. Just cut one out of duct tape, you know, three pieces like in this one here?"

I pointed to a very brief design: two ovals covering the model's nipples, held in place with thin cords around her back and neck, and a third longer oval covering her vulva, held in place with a thong-like waistband and a thin cord between her buttocks.

"You wouldn't even need the cords: with duct tape, you could just stick the pieces to your body, to your bare skin, instead of going to all the trouble of cutting and sewing and fitting something you might never wear."

She agreed that made a lot of sense. "So this one would do?" I prompted, pointing again at the oval design, but Anna frowned. "It is much too small! I could never wear that! It hardly covers anything!"

I reassured her, "It would only be at home, just for our game, and you would only be showing it to me! If, when we try it on you, if you still feel it is too small, too revealing, you can always just cut bigger ovals!" I suppressed a smile: getting to see my voluptuous and sexy daughter-in-law modeling THAT tiny a bikini, duct tape or not, would be one hell of a thrill!

Finally agreeing, she took a piece of paper and pencil and expertly sketched the fabric shapes, using not only the images of the bits of fabric on the model's body but also some patterns on the web page designed to help buyers select the right size for their body and dimensions.

"I feel better with patterns, even for something this simple," she said, getting into her seamstress role. Following the shapes, she cut patterns out of paper: two very small ovals for her breasts and a longer oval that would cover her cunt. Glancing shyly at me, Anna admitted she was already cleanly shaven, so there wouldn't be any problem with bikini lines or too much body hair getting in the way.

I smiled and teased her, "I already know that you shave yourself. I thank your short houserobe for that."

"You saw me? You saw that I had shaved .. But you've never .." She looked down at her groin and blushed.

I described how once, still dressed in her short houserobe from a morning shower, she turned around too quickly while doing laundry. The hem of the houserobe caught on the counter and pulled it up above her waist, so I got a very brief view, but a very clear one, of her naked from the waist down.

Anna blushed, "And you never said anything?"

"Well, no, of course not! I didn't want to embarrass you. I knew it wasn't on purpose: if you wanted to show your body to me, you would've found better ways than that!"

Anna avoided my eyes, obviously embarrassed. "Just so you know I didn't do it on purpose. I would not want to give you wrong ideas!"

I grinned at her. "You didn't then, and you won't now! Don't worry about that. I know how to follow the rules."

Still blushing, Anna returned her attention to her project. With the paper patterns to follow, she carefully cut duplicates from some silver duct tape and we set them, sticky side up, on her kitchen table. She was embarrassed and shy, but agreed to model them for me.

"You will not think me too .. well, not having modesty? To show myself with just these pieces of tape on my body?"

"Of course not," I reassured her. "And it may give you an idea as to how exciting it would be if you were dressed like that for our game!"

I saw her take a deep breath. "All right then .. but you must not tease me, we must be very .. professional, I think, about this, yes?"

"Oh yes, definitely. Nothing but professional!" I assured her, feeling myself harden at the thought of what I might be treated to! But I was still quite surprised. She had been nervous and hesitant about wearing something sexy around me in the game I described .. and yet here she is, getting ready to model a homemade duct tape mini bikini for me? This was so unlike her, or so I thought. Perhaps she's been ready for a little sexual display even before I brought the idea up!

Going into her bedroom, she changed from her regular house clothes into the little houserobe I liked so much and smiled shyly as she returned to the kitchen. She was already unbelievably sexy, the deep neckline of her casually belted houserobe revealing a wonderful cleavage and a good part of her full breasts. Her legs were slim and attractive, the thighs smooth and inviting since the bathrobe only came less than halfway down to her knees. She had left her slippers behind too.

"You must turn around now so I can put my bikini on!" she said coyly. Smiling reassuringly, I turned around to give her privacy.

In a minute I heard her say "Oh my .. this covers hardly anything!"

"Well, like I said before, that's the idea," I laughed. "Can you imagine women wearing that to the beach, for the world to admire?"

"I could certainly never do that!" she said. "But I suppose it's okay for you to see. Since you've seen so much of me already, yes? You terrible lecher man you!" I heard her giggle, and knew this was going just fine.

I turned around and saw a wonderful view of a completely different Anna. She'd removed the houserobe and was standing there by the kitchen table, almost completely naked except for three tiny silver pieces of duct tape simulating a bikini. Her nipples and aureolae were barely covered by the two bikini top "cups". The slim oval "bottom" covered her vulva, just barely, with her labia bulging it out in an almost obscene exaggeration of her normal shape. She was right: it hardly covered anything!

"This .." Anna looked down at herself, unthinkingly lifting one of her full breasts to stare at her barely concealed nipple. "This is just .. I don't know, maybe vulgar? It makes me feel worse than naked, do you know? Instead of feeling sexy, I feel like .. oh, like there are signs on my body pointing to my private parts!"

"Well, I think you look just wonderful!" I praised her, my eyes roaming over her virtually naked body. "That bikini is just perfect on you!"

"Well, I expected you would," she frowned at me. "You are such a lecher, of course if you peek at my breasts, at my .." she glanced down at her groin and blushed. "Of course you would like this. But still .. I feel very embarrassed to be showing myself to you like this. It is like I am naked! I just did not realize how naked I would be!"

Bending over, she looked down at her groin as she turned one leg out to better examine the "bottom" of her outfit. "And if this were fabric, it would show even more of my .." She blushed again as she glanced up at me.

"Your vulva? Your cunt?" I interjected, realizing she might not have the right word for such an intimate part of her body. "Either word is right for the sex parts between your legs. Vulva is the nicer word, and cunt is the more common word."

"All right, thank you .. my vulva. I will remember that." She smiled at me gratefully and continued.

"I don't mean to be discouraging, but I think a micro bikini like this .. I would need time to get used to this, there is no question. Maybe I could find it exciting once I was used to it .. but right now, I would feel better being naked than the way this shows my body!"

She looked at me, concern on her face. "I hope you aren't too disappointed? I think maybe I am silly about this, but still, I tell you how I feel, I want to be honest with you."

I nodded and smiled reassuringly, pulling my eyes back to meet hers. "No, no, I'm not too disappointed. In fact .." I stood and stepped over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the top of her head. "In fact, I am very proud of you for being so brave, for trying so hard to cooperate with me and with my idea of this game. Even if it is very embarrassing and new for you to be like this with me."

I stepped back and intentionally let my eyes run down her body and back to her face. "And I must thank you for a wonderful treat! It's wonderful looking at you like this!"

She blushed but seemed to appreciate the compliment. "So maybe .. maybe we compromise, yes? With the nightgown?"

I nodded, pleased that she'd u*********sly bought into the whole game idea. "Yes, the nightgown will be just fine. It's certainly sexy enough, it should show you off beautifully." I looked at her questioningly, "But do you think you'll feel sexy enough in it? It's important how sexy and exciting and provocative YOU feel, not what I think!"

"Oh yes, I'm sure I will feel all of that! Especially if you are looking at me all the time like you are now!" She smiled coyly, glancing down at her body again.

We agreed to compromise with the nightgown, but she refused to model it for me. "I have shown enough of my body to you for one day! You will just have to wait until I call you to come for coffee!"

I agreed and, getting up from the table, I took a last sip of coffee, letting my stare boldly roam over her virtually naked body. "I have to go now, Anna. But we've accomplished a lot, don't you think?" She nodded in agreement, making no attempt to cover her nakedness from my stare.

"Yes," I continued, "I think this will do a world of good!" I grinned at her and twisted my mustache. "Do you think you're feeling sexier already?"

She blushed, "Well, yes, I suppose so! This should be interesting, this game of yours!" She batted her eyes coyly and walked me to the front door. "It is exciting already, that's for sure! Even if you stare at me like I have no shame at all! You are such a terrible lecher man!"

As I followed Anna to the door, I continued to stare at her body, completely naked in back. She knew my eyes were still on her, putting a little more wiggle into her walk than I'd seen before. Her firm buttocks working at each step were a delight to watch!

At the door, she turned and gives me a quick hug. "Thank you, Fritz, for helping me .. and for being so understanding." I felt her body pressing against me as I put my arm around her bare back to return the hug. Her full, almost naked breasts felt wonderful pressing against my chest, and I resisted the temptation to slide my hands down and fondle her naked bottom.

Opening the door, she was careful to hide her body behind it as I left, but smiled shyly. "I'm glad you liked my bikini, even if I may never wear it again!"

I protested, "Oh no, you really should make it in cloth. You could make the bottom fit better than that tape, I know you could! Just make it like a thong. And with the ties the top would need, you wouldn't feel quite so completely naked!"

Glancing down at herself, Anna nodded thoughtfully, thinking of the professional challenge of converting the duct tape and the web page designs into fabric.

"And use very thin fabric," I suggested, "even something like a cotton T-shirt material! Maybe even just plain white; an old T-shirt would do nicely."

She looked a little shocked again. "But .. but that would hardly cover anything! And I could never get it wet!" I smiled teasingly, "Exactly! You would be covered, but I could see everything! Perfect!" I grinned more broadly, "And if I accidentally splashed some water on you .. well, the rules of the game say we would have to pretend it never happened! Even though your bikini would be completely transparent!"

She laughed shyly, "Well, I'll think about it. But I will call you for coffee soon, don't worry."

I nodded and waved. "Okay, that sounds great. Oh, and Anna?" She looked around the door again, one full breast with its silver-covered nipple peeking out at me. "You truly are beautiful, sexy, attractive, exciting, everything you want to be! It doesn't take you being naked for me to know that."

She smiled shyly, waved, and closed the door.

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The very next day Anna called and invited me for coffee. I saw her shape through the front door's glass panes as she carefully peered through a gap in the door curtain covering them. Looking down through the pane, I got a glimpse of her body, apparently naked behind that very sheer nightgown. She opened the door, standing carefully behind it. Entering, I turned and admired her as she closed and latched the door: yes, it was the nightgown she'd modeled for me, and as expected, it wasn't hiding anything! There was the transparent nightgown, a pair of wedged sandals that showed her slim legs off to perfection, and nothing else but Anna! She wasn't wearing those sexy black stockings, but I had no complaints: her body was absolutely luscious! Her breasts were remarkably full and high for a woman her age, with the nipples rock-hard and erect. She might be acting casual and collected, but her body was revealing its excitement!

Anna blushed as she led me to the kitchen, giving me a good long look at her full body, completely naked beneath the nightgown.

I watched her make coffee, chatting casually, with me unashamedly looking at her breasts, her slim waist and full hips, her firm tight buttocks .. but being careful not to do or say anything out of the ordinary. It looked like the game was in full play.

We sat down with our coffee at the kitchen table. Her chair was directly across the table from me, so her breasts were exposed through the sheer nightbown and its deep cleavage, but everything below that was hidden by the table. Smiling, I moved my chair around to the side of the table so I could get a full view of her entire body sitting there. I was pretty sure she would accept that as being within the rules. Anna blushed but made no protest, no attempt to hide herself. She remembered too that the game let me look at her all I wanted. Sitting there, the bottom of the filmy nightbown hat parted to d**** outside her legs, leaving her lower belly and groin completely exposed. That gave me a wonderful opportunity to confirm what I'd suspected, what I'd seen before: she was cleanly shaven, not a hint of stubble or shadow or a single stray hair detracting from her beautifully formed vulva, its smoothly bulging labia, or her clitoris peeping out from the very top of her cuntal slit. I'd only had a quick glimpse of her cunt that one time; my longer looks now revealed its shape was just perfect. I could see Anna blushing, but she said nothing .. and made no attempt to cross her legs or cover herself.

We had a nice casual discussion, enjoying our coffee and completely ignoring her virtual nakedness. Well, pretending to: I continued to let my eyes roam all over her whenever it didn't seem too rude. I gladly accepted her offer of a second cup, enjoying the wonderful view of her full body as she gracefully walked over to the coffee machine and back. I felt her full soft breast brush against my arm as she bent beside me to set my cup in front of me, but of course we both pretended nothing had happened.

After about 20 or 30 minutes, the usual length of my visits, I took a last sip of my coffee and stood up, explaining I had to get back to work. Smiling, Anna walked me to the front door, again leading the way and letting me have one long last look at her body. Yes, she was definitely putting some extra sway into her walk there; I thought to myself, my shy Anna was starting to enjoy showing off!

Stepping onto the porch, I turned and asked, "Well, what do you think? Are you feeling happier about yourself? Feeling sexy yet? Because I have to tell you, you sure can turn on a man!"

She smiled shyly. "Yes, I think you are right. This is a good idea. I do feel much better." She looked at me teasingly beneath her long dark lashes. "The way you look at me leaves no question. And I'm glad you do like what you see!"

"Oh indeed I do," I reassured her emphatically. "As I expected, the hardest part of this game is not letting my hands follow my eyes! Or my lips and tongue!" I smiled teasingly, unable to resist some suggestive flirting, and just a hint of where our play could lead if she were interested. But only a hint. "But I will obey the rules, don't worry!"

"You are doing very well, Fritz," she smiled. "Next time, maybe, just maybe, I will be wearing something different? Or maybe nothing?" She looked coyly at me. "Would you like that? You could still behave, show such good manners? Even if I were naked?"

I grinned lecherously. "That sounds great! And of course I'll remember the rules and mind my manners. But whatever you want to do, whatever makes you happy. Because that's why we're doing this, really." I let my eyes drop to her body, just visible in the door opening. "Well, that and me getting to see you naked, of course."

She smiled, "Well, that is only because you are a big lecher man, always wanting to see my body! I think you have no shame!" Then she gave me her usual little wave, and closed the door.

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Another visit, and this time, just as she'd hinted, the lovely and exciting Anna was naked. Completely naked, except for her little wedge house slippers that gave her legs such a nice shape. I was pleased to see her make that jump, and paused as I entered the house to give her rich voluptuous body a good long look. Her nipples were rock hard, indications of her current state of excitement; obviously she was really liking this game of ours! I said nothing, following our rules, but met her eyes and nodded approvingly. Anna blushed, the red flush spreading down from her face across her full naked breasts. When we walked into the kitchen, I placed a small bag I'd brought with me on the kitchen table. "What is that?" Anna asked curiously as she started to pour our coffee.

"Wait until we have our coffee. It's just some little gifts for you." I knew that would pique her curiosity and interest: she always loved it when I brought little surprises for her.

Sitting down with our coffee, I opened the bag and pulled out my surprise gifts: a pair of simple plastic nipple clips and two glass Ben Wa balls. "This is a little outside the rules, I know," I apologized. "But I thought you deserved a reward." Anna shrugged, her eyes bright and excited as she looked at her new toys. Obviously she didn't mind.

"And you will explain what these are? What they are for? Are they part of our game?" she asked, her voice innocent and curious. I wondered if she was really that innocent, but decided to play along.

I explained the clips, when fastened to her nipples, would exaggerate her nakedness and sexuality. The balls would be good for her sex life since holding them inside her body would tone up her vaginal muscles. But their presence and movement inside her would also serve as a constant reminder of her sexuality, and should help that way as well.

"Would you like to try them out? I'd suggest you try both the clips and the Ben Wa balls," I said.

Smiling with pleasure and giving me a quick look of thanks, Anna picked up one of the nipple clips. She glanced at me again, a coy smile on her full lips, and then daringly, sitting right at the table, she attached first one and then the second nipple clip to her nipples. Raising her head, I saw her close her eyes and heard a soft sigh of pleasure as she arched her back a little, lifting her newly decorated breasts for my inspection.

We made no mention that her nipples were already hard as she fitted their clips, and had been so ever since I'd arrived. Standing, Anna posed for just a second, giving me a look at her body. Picking up the two shiny glass balls, she asked "These go .. inside me, yes? Both of them?" I nodded. "Well, you must turn away please, for just a few seconds?" Agreeably, I turned in my chair, giving her a moment of privacy while she slid the two glass balls inside her vagina.

"Oh my .. that does feel different!" she said in a surprised voice. I turned back around to see her still standing naked by the table, looking down at her shaven groin. She rocked her full hips in a curious fashion, her thighs close together, apparently squeezing down with her vaginal muscles on the balls inside her.

"They feel all right? Not too heavy? I was worried that they might be too dense, too heavy, for your vagina to hold inside, at least at first. Until you got used to them."

"Oh no, I can hold them all right, I do exercises you know, to .. well, to make my muscles inside strong? For better sex, you know?" She blushed, avoiding my eyes, her attention still on the new objects inside her vagina. "It doesn't feel like they are trying to fall out, so I think it will be all right." Anna glanced at me shyly as she sat back down and reached for her coffee. "But it certainly does feel different!"

Casually sipping her coffee, she asked, "And I must keep these inside me all the time?"

"Well, that's best, so your muscles are exercised as much as possible. But if that's tiring or uncomfortable, just an hour or so at a time would do, so I understand."

"Well, I'll try to keep them inside me as long as possible; we will see how that works."

When she walked me to her front door, my coffee visit complete, Anna was much more casual about her nakedness than I would have expected. She still had the nipple clips on, which was fine by me .. although I wondered how she planned to explain them to her husband. Or would she hide them away, along with her new Ben Wa balls, saving them just for our visits?

She gave me a goodbye hug at the door, and then squeaked and giggled as her clamped nipples pressed against me. "Oh .. I forgot I had those on!" Casually I brought a hand around from hugging her and used it to lift her full breast, cupping it gently as I looked at the clamp still firmly pinching her nipple. This was the first time I'd actually touched her, other than hugs, since we'd begun our little game. But Anna made no objection, no resistance to my hand fondling her breast. That was good: I wanted to increase our intimacy as part of my long range plan to seduce my sexy daughter in law.

"I'll bring some more toys the next time you have me over, if that's all right with you?"

"More toys?" she giggled. "You are spoiling me! And giving me all sorts of crazy ideas and sensations!" She looked up at me coyly from beneath those long lashes, "But yes, if you want to, that would be very nice! What kind of toys?" she asked, excitement in her voice. "But wait, no, do not tell me. Let it be a surprise for me!" I nodded, pleased with her happy smile. "But you won't embarrass me too much, will you?"

Smiling, I gave her full breast a gentle squeeze, hugged her again, being careful not to press her other clamped breast too hard against my chest, and turned to open the door. "Oh, I don't think so. But it wouldn't hurt for you to have some more fun, don't you think? Since you're feeling better about yourself?"

She nodded as she watched me leave, carelessly showing her nude body to me through the open door as I stepped onto the porch.

I stopped and teased her, "Be careful! You don't want to shock the neighbors, do you?" Anna's eyes opened wide and she quickly looked past me to the sidewalk and street below. Then, smiling with relief, she stepped even further into the open door, accepting the dare.

"No one will see me except you .. and I LIKE you seeing me! I am getting used to being naked and sexy around you, I think. Maybe I even like showing off a little, yes? You give me very bad habits!"

"Well, just so I'm giving you good feelings about yourself. That's the important thing."

I smiled at her again as she waved goodbye. "And enjoy your Ben Wa balls!"

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[This will hopefully continue when I decide what other toys my dear Anna might find interesting. And when I discover how she deals with them. Suggestions are welcome.]