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A few weeks ago, Meg, my fifty-year-old wife, and I were going for a walk down a local track. She already had her shorts on, and I asked if she intended to wear her pink track jacket.
"Yes, why do you ask?" she said, frowning.
"Any chance of you not wearing a bra?"
I had been trying for a while to get Meg to be bolder about how she dresses but hadn't had any luck. Imagine the shock when she said, "Okay," willingly.
From the moment Meg put the jacket on, I admired the way she looked. When she moved, her natural breasts swayed, and her nipples - God, her erect stubby nipples - pushed against the thin material.
In the parking lot, I was more nervous than Meg. There were two other couples, one much younger than us. They were off before we got out of the car. The other couple was about our age: Alan and Jane. We had a chat. Not for long, but Alan's eyes hardly left Meg's breasts.
"Are you sure you are okay with this?" I asked Meg when Alan and Jane began their walk.
"Why? Does it bother you that Alan never took his eyes off my breasts? How do you think I felt?"
"Well, err..."
"Come on, Frank. You either want me to exhibit myself or not. If I do, men, even women, will look." Meg glared at me, "Which will it be? I am dressed like this for you. Look, I brought a bra with me. Shall I put it on?"
"No," I mumbled. I couldn't say, "Yes." It was my idea in the first place, and I did get a buzz from Alan's stares.
Several people passed, and they all looked at Meg's rocking breasts.
We reached halfway, where there is a cafe. "Look, there are Alan and Jane. Shall we join them?"
"If it's alright with them," I said.
Alan and Jane were happy for the company. We found out they are both professionals, and among other things, they were about to take a two-week break abroad.
"That's a nice jacket, Meg. I like the color and the way you wear it. But..." Jane stopped herself from saying more.
Meg thought it was because she didn't have a bra on. "But what?" she asked frantically.
"You wear it too conservatively. Alan and I both agree you have a wonderful pair of breasts. The zipper is up far too high. I suggest it should be in line with your nipples. Tease the boys."
Meg looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't the sort of conversation we expected to be having.
"Let Alan show you," Jane said.
Alan was sitting next to Meg. He pulled the zipper to Meg's waist.
"What are you doing?" Meg was shocked.
"It's alright, Meg. I just want a quick look." Alan opened one side of Meg's jacket. "Ah, yes, just as we thought."
"Let me see," Jane said.
Alan held the other side of Meg's jacket open, revealing Meg's left breast to Jane and me.
"Very nice," Jane congratulated Meg, and then me.
"Frank, we have to be going soon, but would you mind if Meg left her jacket like that until we do?" Jane asked.
I looked over to Meg and said, "No," without really thinking.
"What about you, Meg?"
Meg's answer was the same bewildered, "No."
Once or twice, Meg pulled her jacket over her breast, self-conscious it was on display. Alan slapped her hand. "There's no need to be shy. No-one can see, only us." Then he pushed Meg's jacket back so that he could see Meg's breast again.
Alan was right. We were out of sight, but Meg was still exhibiting herself to two people we had known for less than an hour, and we were in a public place. I found it super horny.
We exchanged numbers, and Jane invited us to their home for dinner as soon as they were back from vacation. When we said goodbye, Jane kissed both Meg and me on the lips. I shook Alan's hand. He turned to Meg and said, "It was very nice seeing you, Meg." Alan kissed Meg full on the lips, and his hand slipped inside Meg's jacket.
As soon as they were out of sight, Meg zipped her jacket to her chin and glared at me.
"Did he touch you?" I asked.
"Not my breast. My tummy. But the nerve of the man. Opening my jacket to look at me. Why didn't you say something?"
"You let him, so I thought..."
Meg didn't let me finish. "You didn't think. You sat there and let them look at my bare breasts."
I expected more of a blasting, but Meg's expression changed. She smirked, "He got a bulge in his pants."
"I still have," I admitted.
"We had better go home then," Meg proposed to my delight.
Before we set off, I said, "May I?"
I pulled Meg's zipper down, so it was in line with her erect nipples.
"Just a little further, don't you think?" Meg recommended.
I pushed the zipper further than Meg thought I would. She didn't protest, but she held my hand, so it didn't go any further, "We are only teasing, remember." I kissed her, and we strolled back to the car with our arms around each other.
Back home, we went straight to bed and spent the afternoon having sex. Probably the best we have had for a long time. That evening after dinner, we cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie.
"Would you do it again?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Let someone see your breasts."
"Not just anyone. No."
"Alan?"
Meg didn't answer, so I gave her a tap on the bottom. "He is a very handsome man," Meg said.
"Is that a yes?"
There was no answer. "Would you mind Alan seeing you naked?"
"Stop being silly. It will never happen." Meg looked at me, "Take me to bed," she said in a sultry voice.
We went to bed and had delicious sex. After I spooned Meg and held her breast, she said, "Yes and no." I kissed her shoulder blade, and we fell asleep.
The next morning, Meg was up first. I made a coffee and found Meg sitting outside on the deck.
"You're wearing a bra," I said, remembering Meg had admitted she wouldn't mind if Alan saw her naked.
"I'm not going to stop wearing one. On occasions, I won't. Maybe."
"What you said last night. I wouldn't mind."
Meg told me not to be silly again. "It will never happen," she repeated.
Over the next ten days or so, Meg didn't wear a bra a couple of times. I think she enjoyed the looks and mischief as much as I did. Then on Wednesday evening, when I got home, she said, "Guess who I saw today?"
I couldn't, and Meg told me, "Jane."
They had met in town and had lunch together. Meg was excited to tell me all about their vacation and how good a tan Jane had. "Jane gave me this." Meg handed me a box, and while I was opening it, Meg said, "Apparently, Alan chose it for me. Nice of him to think of me, wasn't it? Oh, and we are invited over Saturday night."
Inside the box was a pink halter top. Backless with an open, deep neckline.
"You don't like it, do you?" Meg said, scrunching her face.
"What do you wear underneath?"
"You don't, silly. It's to wear on special occasions." Meg said, scoffing at me.
Meg asked if I would like to see it on. She disappeared and came back a few minutes later, looking as proud as punch. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I could see one breast, and the other barely covered, and that was the best she could hope to achieve, with the neckline.
"And where on earth will you wear something like that?" I asked.
Before I finished the sentence, I knew where Meg's mind was. She confirmed my suspicion by saying, "I thought I might wear it Saturday night."
"You are joking!" I reminded Meg she was the one who complained about Alan's actions the day we met him. Meg recalled I had said I wouldn't mind if she showed herself again. Then to rub it in, she added being naked was mentioned.
To add insult to my injury, Meg said, "I wonder what you would say if Jane wore it. You can't tell me you haven't noticed her body."
Tempers were beginning to fray slightly, so I told Meg we should talk about it later. Meg took the top off and remained bare-breasted for the rest of the night. We did talk, and slowly I mellowed to the idea. Meg used her charm by giving more sex and not wearing a bra Thursday and Friday.
That is, until Friday night. Meg asked me to take her for a drink. When we left, she wore a white crop top and black skirt. I was glad Meg had a bra on because the top was semi-translucent, and we frequented the bar quite often. When we arrived, I went to get drinks, and Meg said she was going to the ladies' room. A couple of friends, Mike and Steve, were there, so I sat with them.
"Wow!" Mike said, looking over my shoulder.
I turned, and Meg was walking towards us. The bra was gone.
Instead of feeling angry or embarrassed, I had a feeling of calm and pride. Meg looked like the hot, sexy wife she is. All in all, it was a good night. Except Meg was the one who got all the attention.
"Are you angry?" Meg asked on the drive home.
"That was a sneaky thing to do. Do you know what our friends saw tonight?"
"I know it's transparent enough to make out the shape of my breasts and the size of my areola." Meg put a fingertip on her left nipple. "And to see these. The boys all told me how good I looked. When they thought you weren't listening, of course. Do you know what, Frank? I enjoyed the attention and am proud of my breasts."
"You should be, and the rest of your body too. It's beautiful. A guy would be a fool not to want to..."
Meg wasn't going to let me off. She wanted me to finish. "Not to want to what, Frank?"
"You know."
"No, Frank. Tell me. Use that word."
Profanities, we don't use, but Meg was asking, almost begging from her tone. "A fool not to want to fuck you."
"Is that what you want, Frank? To fuck me?"
Meg had started it. The atmosphere was heavy and full of sexual tension, so I pushed it further, "Yes, I want to fuck you. I want to shove my cock deep into your hot wet cunt."
"Oh, Frank, that's what I want. I want you deep inside me. Shall I let you into a secret?"
I noticed Meg avoided using the 'C' word, but that was okay. I asked what the secret was. Meg went into her purse and produced a pair of panties. "I removed these as well when I took my bra off."
"You haven't had any underwear on. All night."
Meg pulled the hem of her skirt along her thighs and proved she had no panties on.
"I don't want to wait until we get home. Pull off somewhere," Meg said, and she felt my crotch.
As soon as I could, I parked in a quiet parking area. There was no-one around, so I bent Meg over the trunk and unceremoniously rammed my cock into her pussy. I was lasting longer than I expected, considering my desire. Meg was moaning; we were both really into it when a car drove up behind us. The engine stopped, but the headlights stayed on full.
"Don't stop," Meg said.
I'm not sure I could have if I had wanted. I kept driving myself into Meg. She screamed she was cumming just before I unloaded. I pulled out of Meg, and she said, "Leave my skirt up and step to the side."
"Whoever is in the car will see you," I warned Meg.
"I know, and don't put your dick away. I want to suck it."
Meg was pushing it, but I did as she requested. I stood at Meg's side. The headlights illuminated Meg's arse and my cock. She waited for about ten seconds and then squatted in front of me. Meg engulfed my cock in her mouth and then lifted her top over her breasts. I was glad I didn't last long. It was unnerving, not knowing who was in the car. Not enough to affect my hardness, thank God.
"That's it," I said, "Time to go home."
Casually we got into the car and drove home. Bed and sex were the first things on the list. The intensity was incredible; I had never experienced anything like it. I was more rigid, and Meg was wetter, not only from my earlier deposit, but she also felt tighter as my cock slid back and forth. Meg had multiple orgasms, and when I came, each jet of my seed felt so powerful it was like an electric shock running through my shaft.
Falling asleep was easy after the energy we spent.
The next morning over breakfast, Meg asked if I had any idea who was in the car.
I told her I couldn't tell what make it was, behind the headlights.
"I hope there was a woman in the car," Meg said. I asked why, and Meg replied, "I was on display. I want to think a woman got to see you. Did you mind having your dick on parade?"
I asked Meg if she minded. We went to and fro, "I didn't if you didn't," until we both agreed it was one of the most exciting nights of our lives.
The day passed. Both Meg and I were nervous about dinner. It wasn't formal, only a barbeque, but there was still the decision to be made if Meg wore the top Alan bought her.
At three-thirty, I was almost ready. Meg came into the bedroom after her shower, wearing a short white skirt. "Well?" she said questioningly.
"I will leave it up to you," I answered, being non-committal.
"No, I need to know you will be comfortable."
"Wear it," I said emphatically.
Meg added the top and heels. "How do I look?"
This time I could see both nipples, "Like I would prefer to stay home and fuck you."
"Good. That's precisely the reaction I want."
"Even from Alan?"
Meg seemed very smug with her answer, "Of course. Why else would I dress like this?"
"In that case, there is one other thing to do."
"What's that?" Meg asked.
I reached under Meg's skirt and pulled her panties to her feet.
"What are you doing?" Meg asked as she stepped out of her panties. "This is a very short skirt."
I acknowledged Meg's skirt's length and told her I hoped she would be more discreet with the bottom half of her body than she was going to be with the top.
"I will, and I am glad you did that. I am going to enjoy tonight, and I promise you will too when we get home."
Meg put a jacket on, and we took a taxi to Alan's. We arrived just before five, and Jane met us at the door. She was wearing knee-length pink skinny pencil pants and a white bikini top. Meg and I both received a kiss on the lips. When I got mine, I inadvertently put my hand on Jane's ass cheek. I know Meg saw, but neither lady protested.
"Are you wearing Alan's top?" Jane asked. Meg declared confidently she was. "Great. We thought it might be too much. Alan's looking forward to seeing you, Meg."
"At least as much as he saw before," I said, and Jane giggled.
Meg began unfastening her jacket. "Would you mind waiting? Let Alan see you unveil yourself."
Jane walked us through the house and into their backyard. There was a great barbeque area, loungers, two tables, swing seats, and sofas. All that was missing was a pool. Which we found out they planned to build.
"Look who's here," Jane said to Alan.
I could see the delight on Alan's face as he greeted Meg with a kiss. Alan acknowledged me, but his focus was Meg.
"Meg has a present for you," Jane said.
Alan's face gleamed. "She has?"
"Why don't you help Meg off with her coat?" I told Alan.
Alan undid the buttons one by one, and then he opened the coat. His eyes lit up when he saw Meg's left breast. Meg took her jacket off, and she adjusted her top and proudly exposed both breasts.
"Magnificent," Alan said.
There was a silent pause. As if everyone was thinking, What happens next?
Jane broke the quiet. "Honey, why don't you hang Meg's jacket up and get some drinks?"
Alan returned with beers for him and me and wine for the ladies. Now the ice was broken, and we carried on no differently from any other friends having a good time. Meg's bare breasts were just there, and I completely forgot she wasn't wearing panties. We sort of paired off. Alan was sitting more with Meg; and Jane, with me. Jane knew I was checking her out, particularly her small breasts only just hidden away in her tiny bikini top.
The alcohol flowed freely and began to affect us. Jane suggested Alan fire up the barbeque and we get some food into our stomachs. After a hearty meal, we just flopped down and relaxed. Jane sat on one side of the L-shaped sofa with me. Alan and Meg, on the other section.
Jane snuggled up to me and put my arm around her. Meg lay down with her head on Alan's lap. I was sure something was going to happen, but the doorbell rang. Alan answered the door and came back with another couple, Lenny and Maggie.
I looked over at Meg and wondered what the hell she would do. She got up and said, "Hi," as calm as you like, not caring both breasts were out.
Lenny, a stout man, asked if they were interrupting anything when he saw Meg. We told him, "No," and his reaction was, "Huh, nice."
Alan got another round of drinks. Maggie, a slight woman, wearing a short backless summer dress, sat with Jane and me. Me in the middle. Lenny sandwiched Meg between him and Alan. The alcohol flowed again, and the talk became looser. We drifted into two groups, Lenny and Meg together.
I kept my eye on Meg because she and Lenny were getting very close. I didn't watch closely enough. It had only been a few minutes, but Meg and Lenny had gone when I looked over. I excused myself and went to look for Meg. They weren't far away, just in the living room. Lenny was sitting on the sofa with Meg on his lap, straddling him. Meg's top was gone, and her skirt bunded around her waist.
Meg lifted her body, and I got a glimpse of her hand, holding Lenny's thick shaft and guiding him as she lowered herself onto it.
I stood stunned for a few moments, and then I screamed, "What the fuck is going on?"
Jane, Maggie, and Alan came running over to see what was happening. Meg jumped off Lenny's cock and came over too. I don't know why I lost it, but I had. I knew something was going to happen, but when it did, I couldn't take it.
"It's alright, Frank. They are just having fun. Why don't you take Jane into a bedroom and have some fun with her?" Alan said, and then he told Jane to take her bikini top off.
I was annoyed. Not just at Meg but myself. Even Jane's luscious tiny breasts didn't help. I rang a taxi and took Meg home.
The next couple of weeks were stressful. I blamed Lenny for taking advantage. But Meg kept on insisting it was her idea. She asked Lenny to screw her.
Things improved the night I asked Meg to be truthful. "Tell me honestly, Meg, was it really your idea?" I asked.
Meg looked me in the eye. "Yes, it was. Look, Frank, I was half-naked. You didn't see, but Lenny felt my breasts a couple of times, and I touched the bulge in his pants. I was hot for him, and he started talking dirty to me. Reall dirty."
"Like what?"
Meg moved close to me and started unfastening my pants. "I am sure as we go along, things will come out. Right now, I want to suck your cock."
Meg stroked my dick for a while and told me she wanted a facial. It was an unusual request from Meg, but who was I to argue? I sat back and enjoyed a beautiful blowjob. When I was ready, I got off the sofa, and Meg knelt in front of me. She held her head back, opened her mouth, and put her tongue out. I exploded, and cum flew everywhere.
"Wow," Meg said, giggling, "Where did that lot come from?"
Meg got a tissue and wiped her face. There was one globule on her cheek. I told Meg, and when she was about to wipe it off, I told her to wait. "Let me."
Meg offered me the tissue. I told her I didn't need it and licked it off. Then Meg told me to wait, and she sucked my cum from my tongue. It was the dirtiest thing Meg and I had ever done. We fucked like teenagers that night.
The next morning Meg apologized for what she did at the party. "I thought because you asked if I would mind Alan seeing me naked and you took my panties off, I thought you wanted something to happen," Meg explained and said it wouldn't happen again.
"I know it's hard to believe after my reaction, but I did. The problem was I envisaged it would be Alan. Lenny and his big cock threw a spanner in the works."
Meg smiled, "It is big, isn't it?" I asked Meg if she enjoyed it. "It felt good and filled me the short time it was inside me." Then Meg asked the million-dollar question, "Would you have said anything if it had been Alan's dick?"
I told Meg I hoped I wouldn't have. Then I said I would take her out for the day if she dared not wear any underwear. Meg pretended to think about it and then said, "Okay."
We had a great day, no underwear or not, and the sex that night was as good as it had ever been. However, Meg's question lingered on my mind. I decided there was only one way to find out.
The next evening was my night out with the boys. I texted Alan to see if I could talk to him. Before I met up with the boys, I drove to Alan's place. First off, I said I was sorry for the way I acted. Alan accepted my apology and told me it must have been a shock. Then he asked if there was something I wanted. It was a little awkward because Jane was sitting there.
I used a lot of words but never got to the point. It was Jane that said I should spit it out. In for a penny, I thought.
"It's my night out with the boys." Alan didn't let me finish before he asked if I was asking him out. "No, no," I said. "Meg will be home alone. I won't be back till late. I thought maybe you would like to go around and keep her company."
Alan and I both looked at Jane. "Sure, I am okay with that. but you could stay here with me, Frank?"
It was the hardest thing I had done for a long time when I thanked Jane and told her I couldn't.
I played the best pool ever even though my mind was on Meg and what she might be doing. I felt good about it and had no regrets giving Meg to Alan.
It was late when I got home. The house was in darkness except for our bedroom. I assumed Alan had left. There weren't any cars around and no noise inside. I tried not to make any sound and peeked around the door. The room had the musky smell of sex. Meg was alone. Asleep in a very messy bed.
I got in as quietly as I could and lay on my back. Looking at Meg with a half-smile on her face, I couldn't resist giving her a peck on the lips. Her lips smelled and tasted of pussy.
"Mmmn," she growled from her throat. Meg put her head and hand on my chest, and then her leg across me. Her pubic hair felt wet on my thigh.
Meg spoke softly, "Did you have a good evening?"
I told her yes, and asked if she had.
"Stupendous," she described hers.
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