From Fantasy to Reality in the Naked City Ch. 03

While holding that pose for a few seconds, she slowly turned her head and looked back over her shoulder to 'innocently' demonstrate that the lock was broken. Sure enough, she found the man's eyes were focused on her butt and what lay between. Strangely, the knowledge this man might be able to see right up to her sex caused her to become even more aroused.

Susan struggled with her feelings. She had never allowed herself to be exposed like this before. A part of her blushed with embarrassment, while another part of her trembled with excitement and exhilaration. Somehow, it was both humiliating and thrilling.

Somewhere Susan had read the art of teasing was much more than just wearing revealing clothing, it was more of an attitude. She wanted to test that theory.

Knowing he was still watching, she pushed her butt out knowing that the move would cause her pussy lips to spread open a little more and provide an even better, more teasing view. She sexily and casually flipped her hair over her shoulder while keeping eye contact with her voyeur subject. Susan's breathing became shallower and her pulse quickened. It was a standoff to see who would move first.

While holding that pose for what seemed like an eternity, Susan could feel her pussy welling with moisture. Her filter was lost to her, she didn't care anymore - her entire thought now was solely wondering if the man could see how wet and glistening her pussy was. "Oh God, this is exciting!" she thought, still not defaulting to modesty.

Through the crack in the door, Edward's heart rate skyrocketed as he soaked in the impossible sight, his erection straining as he continued covertly watching his wife. It appeared that his wife suddenly seemed more comfortable in her exposed state. Instead of wanting to cover herself, she actually appeared to relish teasing the old man and flaunting her body.

And at that moment, he had never seen anything sexier or more erotic in his life.

He smiled with pride as his brazen and determined wife took his 'dare' and was putting on quite the show. She looked so sexy like that. And she was doing this 'tease' in such a way that she looked both naughty and innocent at the same time. His cock was ready to burst, and he couldn't have been more aroused and beholden to her at that moment.

Finally, in what seemed like minutes in that position, Susan finally straightened up and turned around. The man walked slowly toward her while still staring intently at her naked body. Due to the confined space, Susan stood straight up to let him pass. As he squeezed by, she hesitated to make eye contact with him. Feeling his shirt brush across her tightening nipples, she was mystified when her body again heated up reminding her of the man's proximity.

"Beautiful day today!" The man exclaimed in his French accent, trying to make it comfortable. He seemed to be in no hurry, obviously wanting to delay and to see as much of Susan as he could before he finished his work and was ushered out of the room.

Susan looked down and saw her beach cover-up. She thought about pulling it on right then, but something caused her to hesitate reaching for the garment. She stood back up, abstaining any modesty or humility. What was she thinking? And why was she becoming more comfortable and actually enjoying this? It was thrilling but strange dichotomy, especially with her husband in the next room watching.

She realized any embarrassment she had quickly faded. Instead, to her shame as she remained naked in front of a stranger in her own hotel room, she once again felt her body respond from her decision. Swells of excitement coursed through her - her breasts tightening and her pussy quivering with titillation, inexplicably and shamefully betraying both her dignity and self-respect.

The man smiled at Susan before reaching into his tool kit to begin his work. After what seemed like minutes, the man finally turned to the patio door with a screwdriver and began to un-screw the latch.

Meanwhile, Edward's hardened cock felt like it was going to explode at any moment. He could not believe that his wife was still completely naked and carrying on a conversation with the man! Was Susan truly a closet exhibitionist that just needed a little push to help her realize it? He was so turned on he felt the urge to burst out, grab his wife, and fuck her right there while the man did his work!

"It is ok now," the maintenance man said in his French accent while again looking her up and down. It was both with relief and disappointment that the man finished and gathered his tools.

He smiled appreciatively as he followed behind Susan ushering him to the door. Not saying a word, she closed the door behind him, breathing hard with excitement. The whole scene lasted only about five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.

Edward came out of the bath, his cock pointing straight out. "THAT...was so fucking hot! You are amazing!"

"Oh, my God," Susan gasped as she collapsed on the bed, her tits rising and falling on her chest trying to catch her breath. "I can't believe I just did that!"

She covered her eyes scarcely believing what she had just done. She had never, ever behaved so wantonly. Yet there was something appealing and rewarding in the control she had over the man and the situation. Showing herself off to a complete stranger in her hotel room was so suggestive, and so hot! How was that possible?

"How did you feel? Did you enjoy it? Was it a rush for you as well?" Edward asked kneeling on the bed next to her and rubbing his fingers through his wife's hair.

"God," she answered quickly, breathing out, "I can't believe how nervous and excited I was at the same time!"

As Susan thought about it, a woman her age is not often ogled like that. She had to admit, it was nice to be admired, even gawked at. It was an incredible complement for any woman, and even more so for a woman her age. Plus, it was just harmless fun she rationalized.

"And what about you? How did it make YOU feel?" she asked coyly. "Did it turn you on for your wife to be naked in front of a total stranger?"

"Oh my God, yes! It was incredible!" Edward said enthusiastically. "But...did you enjoy it?" Edward asked more directly as he stood up.

As she closed her eyes, her mind drifted. Finally, an epiphany! She liked having the rapt attention of another man. She liked seeing the man's reaction to her body. And, most importantly, she loved her husband's reaction. She noticed her breathing had become more erratic...her breasts rose and fell faster and her chest.

Her husband had unleashed her inner exhibitionist.

Susan opened her eyes to see Edward's cock rigid and twitching above her.

"Put that away! We need to get ready for dinner!"

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Her nude display in front of the hotel maintenance man, though initially nerve wracking, actually morphed into an unexpected turn-on for Susan. Her brazen exposure, first on the beach and now in her own hotel room, had stirred her body and mind into sexual overdrive.

Her hands shook from nervous excitement as she applied her make-up. And she realized she was still having trouble catching her breath. But she did not know if it was due to fear and anxiety, or anticipation and excitement of what may happen next.

Flashing and teasing strangers and the sudden attention had triggered something she had not realized existed within her. And she felt instantly sexier and more confident. Perhaps she finally had to come to grips that one of her fantasies centered on the feeling of being desired, of being wanted, maybe even lusted over by another man.

After applying a little more make-up then usual, Susan dug through her suitcase and found her outfit for the evening. She pulled the dress on over her head. It was far more risqué than anything she would wear anywhere else. But Susan and Edward had discussed the outfits she was willing to consider wearing in Cap d'Agde. She even modeled them for Edward in the days leading up to their holiday, using it as a sort of foreplay. But, she never thought she would actually wear it.

This particular black dress was very low cut in both the front and back. Being as low cut as it was in the front, and baring most of her back, wearing a bra was problematic. But she didn't need it. Her breasts were still firm and perky, undeterred by gravity even at her age.

The dress was form-fitting and fit snugly, hugging and framing her hips and ass, emphasizing her curves. The hemline was worrying though, barely reaching a quarter way down her thighs.

With the dress clinging to her body like a second skin, she tugged at the hem until she noticed that her tits came scandalously close to popping out the top. It resulted in quite the quandary, but this was the dress her husband bought for her and, in her current state of arousal, she was determined to wear it.

Looking in the mirror, her black stiletto heels seemed to lengthen her legs even more than her 5'-8" frame. But she had to admit, she looked great in heels like this, and the mini dress helped to show them off.

As Edward anxiously waited as Susan got dressed. Ever since his wife discovered her exhibitionist side, it has really led to some erotic conversations between them that they not only never had before, but also never imagined they would ever have. Just talking about her wearing something sexy outside or going to a nude beach always got his mind racing, and got him rock hard.

And as he recalled some of his research on the nightlife at Cap d'Agde, he remembered the interesting dichotomy and contrast between daytime and nighttime. Although total nudity was typical during the day, the people tended to dress up at night. And the women in particular often donned the most erotic and provocative attire otherwise reserved only for the bedroom. While he loved seeing his wife naked on the beach, he was equally excited to see his wife go out in public in the sexiest outfit she owned.

"You can do this!" Susan told herself, nervously looking at herself in the mirror while tugging at the hemline of the short dress. "You WANT to do this. Just have fun!" she reminded herself. After all, she saw what those other women were wearing. This was actually tame by comparison.

When she was done and stepped out of the bathroom, she thought her husband's eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"What do you think, honey?" she spun around to get her husband's opinion, still trying to camouflage her nerves about wearing this dress with a perilously short hemline and plunging neckline.

Edward looked his wife up and down as she stepped out into the room and did a spin. Before him was an incredibly cute, but sexy woman, looking confident and dressed provocatively, just as he fantasized. He loved the four inch black come fuck me heels that only accentuated her long legs. His eyes traveled up her stocking-clad legs until he got to mid thigh where the hem of her little black dress started, his wife fidgeting and pulling on the hem trying in vain to conceal the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings.

He continued up to the waist of her tightly fitted black dress then to her breasts. The neckline was low cut to show generous amounts of cleavage, and her nipples poked at the thin fabric like cheerful buds. His wife oozed sexuality. He smiled, beaming proudly and so very thankful.

With her blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders, he noticed her biting her lip nervously. "Not everyone can pull off that dress, and not every woman has the breasts and the body that you have!" assured Edward, attempting his best to instill confidence in his wife.

"Thanks. It's quite the scandalous outfit, I know. But you DID say I needed to be a little more daring and naughty, didn't you? So...do you think this is daring enough?" she asked with a sly smile, her green eyes sparkling.

Edward smiled broadly in both thanks and approval of her look - thankful she did not back down and impressed with how her body looked in that outfit.

"You look absolutely stunning sweetheart! Your dress looks amazing on you and it's more than daring, it's straight out sexy as all hell!"

Susan blushed and tried to be coy, "You don't think it's too much? Do you think it's okay to go out in this?"

"Absolutely!" Edward assured her. "That dress, and how you are wearing it, is a perfect choice for this place. You have a beautiful body that you work hard to maintain, and that dress emphasizes it properly. I can't wait to walk next to you and show you off to everyone!"

His words may have made her feel objectified on any other night in any other place. But here, where sexiness is lauded and not repressed, and where 'see and be seen' is everyone's intention, his words instantly made her feel very beautiful, and desirable. She loved the confidence her husband gave her, and she was delighted with the effect she had on her husband.

She looked again at her reflection in the mirror. She had to admit, she never before felt so liberated, decadent, and sexy.

"You like seeing me dressed like this, don't you?" she asked trying her best to be demure.

"I love seeing you like this!" Edward said as he walked up behind Susan, turning her to face the mirror. "I love how that dress highlights your assets," he said running his hands across her body "Susan, look at yourself...you look gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous! I can't wait to go out! I am certain every man we see tonight will wish he had you on their arm!"

"You seem to love when other men look at me, but I still don't understand..."

"Susan," Edward explained, interrupting his wife. "You are such a beautiful and sexy woman. I want other people to see it too! I love to show you off! It stokes my ego," he continued as he then reached to cup a breast in each hand. "And I'm even imagining you acting a little more naughty than usual tonight!"

"Oh really now? Well, how naughty? What kind of naughty things do you imagine me doing?"

"Really naughty! Certainly more naughty than the usual teasing and flirting!"

"Okay. So, just so I know and don't cross any lines, how naughty would you like me to be?" she pouted.

"Well, I fantasize of taking you out to a club tonight, dressed as you are right now, and watching other men come up to you, perhaps buy you a drink, and ask you to dance. And I imagine you teasing them on the dance floor."

"Teasing?"

"Yes, like you grinding and rubbing your ass on them."

"Whoa! Really? That would have to upset you!"

But, Susan actually felt her husband's penis throbbing against her ass as he talked. There was no doubt; this scenario really did excite him.

Her head started spinning again. After seeing what they saw today, she was confused and yet fascinated that her husband would push this.

"No, it wouldn't upset me. It would turn me on. And I think it would turn you on as well!"

"I'm still shocked. But...how far would I go ...in your fantasy that is?" Susan asked as she moved around the room putting lipstick into her purse. "Tell me, I'm intrigued and need to know!"

"As I told you, as far as you feel comfortable. Now come over here, closer," Edward said as he reached out his hand and pulled her to him. His hands roamed from her shoulders down the curves of her chest and hips to her ass. "Yes, very beautiful and very sexy indeed!

"Thank you," she said demurely. "Edward, I am ashamed to admit this. Your fantasy...it makes me feel sexy and desirable. But I am still confused...what would you be doing while strangers were feeling up your wife and grinding their erections into her? Would you be dancing with other women and grinding on them, also?"

"Of course not. I'd be sitting at the bar or a table, enjoying the show. I would be watching you teasing other men!" Edward's breath was quickening at the thought of something happening tonight and he could feel his cock hardening within his trousers.

"I am not sure if this is a good idea. What if they grind into me or even tried to feel me up? In this place, they might, you know!"

"It would excite me, knowing that they wanted you so badly, but also knowing that at the end of the evening, you were coming back to the hotel with me!" he assured her. "And well, I think you can expect that. But that will be part of the thrill ...for both of us!"

"I still can't believe you would not get jealous. I mean, what if you saw some young guy feeling me up, and especially if I was enjoying it and responding to his touch? Wouldn't you get mad? Mad at him, or worse, mad at me?"

Edward's heart skipped a beat and his breathing picked up. This was the exact scenario that was the center of his fantasy. Could she really be considering this?

"Susan, I want you to enjoy yourself in the moment, and if you respond and get turned on..." Edward paused. "That's why we came here. I want you to enjoy it. And I sure I will enjoy it immensely as well. So don't just do it to appease me. And I promise you...I won't get mad. My only rule for the night is that we do this together."

"I will think about it. No promises, okay? But first, you need to take me to dinner," Susan whispered, breaking his thoughts "Well, I know this dress is super-vulgar, but wearing this outfit makes me feel so sexy and I am going to want to get you back here as soon as possible so you can finish what you started! So...ready to go?"

All that lusty talk was resulting in her temporarily forgetting why she got so upset earlier. Fuck those forbidden social taboos!

"Just a minute - let me check something. Are you wearing panties?" Edward asked.

"Yes, lace panties," Susan said as she lifted her dress up exposing a seriously sexy sheer lace panty.

"Oooo. Those are nice, but take 'em off, please," Edward asked politely.

"No way!" Susan gasped. "This dress is just too short!"

"Take...your...panties...off!" Edward sternly insisted. "And put these on!"

Edward handed his wife a little gift-wrapped box.

"What is this?" she asked. Susan unwrapped the box and confusingly held up its contents. At first, it seemed like a pretty standard lace panty, but then she saw the string of pearls connecting the red lace bands.

"It's a pearl thong!" Edward offered mischievously. "Why don't you try them on?"

"Are you serious? A pearl thong? You're incorrigible! I am wearing the sluttiest dress I own and these ankle-breaking high heels...and it still isn't enough for you? Susan asked exasperated.

She held them up. They certainly weren't practical. They were so small, so sheer, and they looked more like a piece of art than a garment. Edward purchased erotic things like this for her in the past, and she typically wore them just one time, and only in the bedroom.

Under normal circumstances, she would have dismissed any thought of wearing such a salacious undergarment outside the bedroom. But this was not a 'normal' situation. With her senses heightened from her exposure to the maintenance man, she was primed for more adventure.

She remembered what those women were wearing. No doubt wearing this thong would certainly enhance her naughtiness. So, fuck it!

She reached up under the little dress, pulled off her panties and cautiously stepped into the thong, slowly sliding it up her legs. Immediately, she noticed the sensation caused by the pearls. This garment was not functional at all. No, this garment was made to titillate, and stimulate.

"Is this what you want?" Susan asked as she looked at herself in the mirror. The red lace provided a dramatic contrast to the black dress. She had to admit, it did look elegant. And although the string of pearls dividing her from front to back felt odd, the look was so overtly sexual.

Susan turned to Edward while slowly lifting her tight dress to show her new pair of lace panties. The string of pearls connecting the lace pressed snugly within and separated the lips of her pussy.