Tentatively at first, then firmer, his arms encircled me, "Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"You find the fact that... someone saw the picture... exciting?"
"I'm sorry. I'm terrible, I know, but... yes."
"Terrible?" Matt squeezed me harder, "It's... well, it's fantastic."
"What?"
"Look, Mar, I... kind of wondered what it would be like if another guy got to see how gorgeous you are under all those clothes but I knew you'd never let anyone find out so I pretty much buried the idea. I just knew you'd think I was a real sleaze and I wasn't sure that I'd find it exciting anyway, so I just never said. But now... now it's happened... well, I think it's really fantastic." He squeezed me again, "As long as you really do though... find it exciting, I mean."
Not only could I not lie, I suddenly didn't want to. The insistent hardness against my butt didn't exactly help, either, "I do," I managed, "I can barely believe it, but I do. And if you do as well... damn Matt, I really can't deny it, but it has got me all hot and bothered."
He spun me to face him, "Oh my god, you mean it, don't you?"
I giggled. I have no idea where that giggle came from, but it was perfect for the moment even if it did have me clapping my hand over my mouth. "I do," I managed through my fingers.
"You do realise," Matt took a deep breath, "That he probably stared at that picture for ages? Probably even got turned on by it?"
Hearing the words made it all even more real and I could only nod.
"And you... still don't mind?"
"I can't believe it, but no, I don't." My mouth was dry.
"And you don't mind that I find this such a massive turn on?"
"I think I love that bit the best," I managed, "No, I know I do."
If it's physically possible, we fell on each other then. Our remaining clothes were pretty much ripped off and the next moment I was staring up into Matt's feverish eyes as his erection slid into my soaking wet depths.
If I had thought that our lovemaking since the photo shoot was intense, then there is no word for the extremity of passion I felt as we moved together on our friends' bed. Matt was wild, his hands, his mouth, his teeth moving over my naked body, his thrusts powerful and rapid, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I matched every thrust with a buck of my hips, cried his name time and again, ground my body against his hands and mouth, and let my mind free to enjoy every sensation.
Within a couple of minutes, I could feel the insistent pressure inside me welling up, my body screaming for the release, and I cried out, begging Matt to fill me. It was all he needed to push him over the edge and as he stiffened every sinew and began to pulse deep within me, my own orgasm shuddered through me, wave after wave of heat and light and joy.
We never did get up again that evening, just stayed in bed making love and telling each other how much we loved them. It was a wonderful night, a new start where none had been expected, a night of new experiences and new thoughts and feelings. It was heavenly.
*!*
For all the joy that had come upon me so unexpectedly, it still took me a few days before I fully believed that we had discovered something so new and wild within me. I spent hours playing devil's advocate against myself and used every conceivable argument to try to puncture this new knowledge. Eventually, though, I had to accept the truth – that I had enjoyed being seen like that by a stranger, or more accurately, that I had loved it.
Matt had been the wonder that he always is and had left me to think things through by myself, but now that I had come to my conclusion, he was as eager as me to explore the possibilities. In the course of a few hours, I went from shocked acceptance to enthusiastic co-conspirator as we tried to work out exactly what would please each other.
Surprise after surprise awaited us as we discovered that my newfound desires matched Matt's with a precision that was downright spooky. Even our qualms were compatible, and by the following morning – following hours and hours of wonderful sex – we were in full agreement on how to proceed.
We had accepted that I was a latent (no longer) exhibitionist, and now we were going to find out just what sparked that new inner me. In turn, we would find out what appealed most to Matt – and if our discussions were anything to go by, that would be pretty much the same for both parties.
It might all sound a little clinical when described in those terms, but there was nothing clinical about the way it was making us feel. For me, the shy, retiring mouse, it left me constantly aroused – almost painfully so at times – and for Matt, my protective, loving husband, it left him in a similar but more obvious state.
The one thing we were certain of before the experimentation could even begin was that a display through a photograph would not satisfy our curiosities. We also knew that there would be a limit to what I could do – or more to the point, what I would want to do. With the whole gamut of possibilities between letting a stranger see more of my body than anyone but Matt had ever seen and the upper limit of letting anyone touch me (strictly out of bounds under all circumstances), it was hard to know where we could start.
Matt solved the problem while we were shopping for groceries at an out-of-town supermarket. He pointed over at the clothing section. "How about a wardrobe malfunction?"
Such was the intensity of my reaction to any mention of the subject, I was suddenly fearful that I would start to climax right in the middle of the bakery aisle. It was, I had to admit, a great idea since we had both agreed that it would be easier all round if the 'first outing' seemed to be accidental... I finally managed to squeak a 'yes' and we went looking for a potential garment.
We chose a summer dress that could be worn strapless or with a halter and hurried home to try out some scenarios.
With a little practice, I could soon wear the dress in its strapless configuration and have it slowly slip, millimetre by millimetre, until only the firmness of my aroused nipples held it up. One final shrug would see it dropping away, leaving my breasts exposed – if I ever had the nerve to go that far.
Practice would have been completed a lot earlier, but such was the excitement that it generated, there was a great deal of time lost (if that's the right word) in sudden trips to the bedroom.
The choice of audience was just as easy – Danny the handyman was due to come over and service the Aga the following Friday, a week before Suzy and Mike were due home. Since he had already seen my photograph it would, we agreed, make taking things a little further much less stressful. After a whole lot of persuading by Matt, I also agreed that it made it easier for me because Danny was, when all is said and done, rather cute.
Careful planning is all very well but on the Friday morning I was a total bag of nerves. I slopped coffee all over the kitchen table, dropped a plate, squeaked every time a phone rang, and giggled at everything. It got to the point where Matt asked me whether I thought I'd even be able to go through with our plan.
The thought that, after all the planning and soul-searching, I might not get to go through with the scheme soon had me calmed down. On the surface, at least. Underneath, I was in a state of near-shock, scarcely able to believe what I – or rather, we – were going to be doing. And yet throughout those long hours, I knew that I just had to go through with it, because I just had to know whether what Matt and I suspected about my new desires was really true – that they would bring us more joy than anything we had faced before.
In my state of false calm, I managed to pull on the dress an hour before Danny was due and went through the oh-so slow 'wardrobe malfunction' with every nerve in my body lit up like a firework. Somehow, Matt and I even found the time for a quickie to steady each other's nerves – perfect preparation.
Of course, all the careful planning and perfect preparation in the world can't ready you for that surge of pure adrenaline-fuelled excitement when the plan finally starts to play out. That surge for me came when Danny knocked on the door, and I swear I almost fainted when his knuckles rapped smartly on the wood. W
hen Matt showed him into the kitchen where I was standing (using the sink to prop myself up), I'm not sure to this day how I managed to smile and say 'hello' as if there was nothing going on.
Matt came to my rescue right from the very start, always making sure that he was pretty much directly in my line of sight whenever I faced Danny, and always with a look on his face that said that what I was doing was the most wonderful thing in the world – and that he was there for me, and happy for me to stop whenever I wanted to. Of course, the more I saw of that look, the less I wanted to stop.
Once Danny had been handed a mug of coffee and he set about arranging his tools on the kitchen table, I took a few hundred deep breaths and with a well-rehearsed move allowed the top of the dress to slip a fraction.
The little cotton frock wasn't exactly a modest affair, but the top rested quite high on my breasts and I had to let it slip three times before Danny so much as registered a glance in that direction. My hours of practice with Matt paid off and I was able to feign complete ignorance of the focus of Danny's eyes – despite the fact that my groin felt a flash of heat as his gaze slid over my bust.
At this point my nerve almost failed me, but at the last moment I thought back to all the fun Matt and I had shared rehearsing this – and remembered just how excited we had both become as my dress slipped ever lower. Add to that the fact that I wasn't sure I could ever pluck up the courage to try something like this again, and I knew I had to go on.
With the decision made, my heart rate rose even higher, and I had to steady my nerves before allowing the top to slip a little further still.
As Danny finally began to take a more direct interest in the way things were – literally – moving, Matt managed to keep up a constant flow of chatter and I marvelled at how controlled he managed to sound, even though I could see how aroused he was becoming.
I focused on that arousal and let the dress slip another fraction and stole a glance at Danny's eyes. They were now firmly fixed on my chest and I peeked down, my heart rising into my throat as I saw that the very top of my right areola was now visible.
From pangs of doubt and uncertainty, a switch flipped in my mind, and I was now sure that I wasn't just going to go through with this – I now knew I was going to enjoy this more than anything I'd ever done before.
That certainty allowed me to ask Danny and Matt whether they'd like a cold drink and when they both said yes – a little breathlessly – I turned and picked up a pitcher of lemonade that we had prepared earlier. Somehow my hands were steady enough to pour two glasses, and my mind clear enough to enable me to let the dress slip even lower.
I could feel the topmost hem supported by just my erect nipples, aware of the view that Matt and the near-stranger Danny were enjoying, and my heart sang. Unbelievably, shockingly, deliciously, I was going to do this.
I gave Matt the faintest of nods and waited for his cue.
"Um, Mar, I think that-"
Apparently ignoring him I offered the two brimming glasses to the guys. As my arms extended, the dress gave way to gravity, falling to my waist. My mouth opened in partly rehearsed but mainly genuine shock and I froze there with my breasts completely exposed to the guys' hungry eyes.
"Oh god! I'm sorry..." I looked down at my bare boobs and then straight into Matt's eyes... followed by Danny's. I felt another surge of heat at my groin, felt the wetness that was suddenly leaking from me. It was so easy now to feign embarrassment and coyness, and I jiggled the glasses, "Shit! Matt, grab these would you?"
"I'd love to, but are you sure you want me to in front of Danny?"
I pretended shock when I 'realised' he was referring to my still exposed breasts, "The glasses!"
"Spoilsport," Matt finally took the glasses with hands that shook so badly that lemonade slopped all over the floor.
I finally covered my nakedness and looked directly at the grinning Danny, "I really am so sorry to embarrass you like that."
When he said, "Really, there's absolutely no problem" I felt a quivering deep inside my belly and had to breath fast and hard to stop it developing. I spun on my heel and make a big show of pulling the top of the dress up over my boobs.
In rehearsals I had never imagined that it would excite me anything like this much – and nor did I think that I would actually feel anything but intense shyness by this point. But as I stood there making sure that I was properly covered, I realised that I was anything but shy. I was loving this! And all the more so because Matt was almost out of control and Danny... Danny was getting very worked up by it as well.
When I turned back to face them, I kept my gaze on the floor, lifting it slowly in apparent coyness but in reality checking out the front of Danny's jeans. The obvious bulge there almost took my breath away but I somehow managed to lift my eyes and gave a sheepish smile, "Sorry."
"Don't be," Danny grinned, "And I hope you don't mind me saying this, Matt, but your wife has the most gorgeous tits."
As I gasped in delight, Matt nodded, "Fantastic, aren't they?"
"The best."
"Please!" I said, "Don't! I'm embarrassed enough as it is."
"I can see that," Danny said, "But I just had to say it."
Matt stepped to my side, "I tell her all the time but she won't believe me. Perhaps she will now. She's always been far too shy for me to get a second opinion before today."
"I still am that shy!"
"In fact," Matt went on, winging the words from a scenario we had fantasised over just once, "I won a bet with her ages ago which would have got me the opinion I needed, but she's been too shy to pay up."
"Matt!" I protested, "That's not fair!"
Danny's eyebrows rose, "What was the bet?"
Despite my efforts to put a hand over Matt's mouth, he said, "She has to deliberately show her boobs to a guy so he can tell us what he thinks of them."
"Matt! We talked about that-"
"She just hasn't got the nerve to pay up."
"It's not that exactly."
"So go on then," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "This is the perfect opportunity. After all, Danny's seen them already."
"No! I mean, I can't just-"
"See?" Matt said to Danny, "Too scared to do it."
He nodded, "Shame, but yeah."
"I am not scared!"
"Well," Matt said, "Prove it."
"No need," I tried, my heart drowning out everything, "He has already seen them and commented."
"Ah, but that wasn't the cost of the bet, was it?" Matt said, "The bet was for you to deliberately show him. Once a chicken, always a chicken, I guess."
"I am not!"
"Well do it then – get that debt paid off once and for all."
I stared into Matt's eyes and the excitement I saw there was having a very dangerous effect on my self-control. I scarcely believed it when I heard myself say, "Oh, all right, I will!"
Matt's cheer was joined by Danny's, and I half turned to face the handyman, my legs trembling. My mind seemed to have become a spectator as I lifted my hands to the top of the dress. I paused for a few seconds, amazed to find that I was savouring every moment. And then I pulled the top down in one quick, easy movement.
As my breasts were exposed once more and Danny's eager gaze drank in the view, I turned my head to Matt, "I love you." I dropped my voice to a hoarse whisper, "And I want this."
My words seemed to break something inside of my wonderful husband. He shook his head once, a disbelieving smile flickering across his face, and then reached for me, turning my face to his, his lips finding mine and his tongue darting into my welcoming mouth.
In the background I heard Danny let out another whoop of delight and the last vestiges of my self-control seemed to melt away, just as an insistent fluttering began to grow deep within my belly.
I kissed Matt as hard as I could, grinding my mouth against his, my body swinging around so that we were suddenly chest to chest, hips to hips. As his erection pressed into my belly I gave up any semblance
of control, pulled my head back for a second, and whispered, "I want this... and you".
Matt let out a guttural moan and then he just said, "Sorry Danny, can't wait."
For a second I didn't understand what he meant. Then I felt Matt's hands slide under the waist of the skirt – and the waistband of my panties. With the understanding came first shock, second panic, and third, pure, unadulterated lust.
When Matt yanked at my clothing, I drew my legs together, helping him to push everything down my legs. When Matt started to unzip his jeans I leaned back, inviting – no, demanding – Danny look at my exposed pussy. When Matt's erection sprang free, I moved forward and grasped it tightly.
Towels from the shelf landed at our feet and I looked at Danny who had thrown them there. I smiled – actually smiled – and nodded.
I knelt, dragging Matt with me, and then spread the towels around before rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. "I want this," I gasped up at him.
"And you're gonna get it," he managed.
My mind whirled with the understanding of what I was doing in front of this complete stranger. As Matt's erection slid easily into my soaking wet depths I gasped with pure joy. I understood at some primal level that I'd never have had the nerve to do anything like this if it had been planned, and that it was pure lust that was driving me on now. But I also knew that I wanted to experience this and that this was the one chance the mouse in me had to throw off its shyness and explore what could be.
Just by the feel of Matt's massive hardness, now pounding in me, I knew that he was beyond control as well, knew also that he was finding this just as exciting as me.
A wave of liberation swamped me. This was my one chance because I knew along with everything else that I'd never dare do something like this again. And I was suddenly determined to enjoy it to the full.
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