part II of... I didn't mean to show you that much
I didnt mean to...again
I had enjoyed my tutoring in how to behave like a slut for
you more than I would have ever thought. You were angry at
first, I think, but also turned on to know I was being this
daring exhibitionist just for you. Later that night as
I showed you the things I learned, showing you how I could
tease you with glimpses of my tits, show you the tops of my
hosiery, hint at the possibility of getting a beaver shot,
my tutor called it, you definitely got turned on and we made
love, no you took me, at home like we hadnt in years. Even
though we had enjoyed that experience we hadnt done anything
like it since. I was, oddly enough, anxious to try it again
but worried that you might not approve. Even though my tutor
had said that all men like their women to be their own personal
sluts maybe he wasnt right about all men wanting it. Years
of having it drummed into me that nice women didnt dress
like that was hard to overcome.
We were going out for dinner about two weeks later when
you said to put on what you had bought for me to wear. A dark
blouse and a long wrap around skirt that tied at the waist.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Nice, everything covered.
Back to normal. Oh, well, I guess that not every man wants
an exhibitionist slut for a wife. After my shower and makeup
I started to dress. Oh my, this was more, or less, than it
seemed at first glance.
The blouse was dark but nearly transparent
in the bright light of the room, and there was no bra or even
a camisole to go under it. Hmmm, maybe you do want a slut that
proudly displays her tits for everyone to see. The skirt
was long, falling to my calf but it barely overlapped at
the waist when wrapped around. Every step I took exposed
my leg almost to my hip. I adjusted the gap to be at the side
so my vagina, oops, I almost forgot, my pussy, wouldnt
be on display all evening. I would be okay when standing
still, with my feet together, but any movement would expose
my leg to some degree. And this too was semi see thru in the
bright light of the bedroom. My pubic hair was plainly visible
. I dimmed the lights to see how I would look in the more subdued
lighting I expected at the restaurant. If I was mindful
of my situation I would be okay. And I was going to be mindful
of my situation a lot, I had the feeling. But my pubic hair
was still quite visible. I tried several shades of panties
and they just screamed LOOK AT MY CROTCH. You walked in
at that moment and I heard you groan your approval.
You like this dont you? But look at my pubic hair. And
panties only make it worse. Then I saw you looking at me
with that look you have when you are wondering why I havent
thought of the obvious. No. I would feel even more naked
than ever if I shaved myself there. The look, and a shrug
of resolution.
Then dont shave. But make up your mind
or we will be late for our reservations. I shaved my full
dark bush and I felt like the slut you want me to be, Im sure.
It was still light outside when we left for our dinner reservations
and I was uncomfortable with how much of me was on display.
I was also wet with arousal. I didnt want to admit that I
was getting off on being a slut for my husband, but then I
remembered how excited we both got on our first night of
me playing the slut. Then I knew that I would do anything
my lover wanted as long as he would take me like he did that
night.
It was dark however by the time we arrived at the restaurant
and I was feeling much more comfortable with the way I looked.
Until I got out of the car and realized how brightly lit the
entrance to the restaurant was. I caught the look you gave
me as you helped me out of the car. You looked so proud to have
me as your companion that I swore I would dress like this
anytime you wanted. I also found that I could think of nothing
but sex and I was almost dripping with sexual arousal. As
we walked into the restaurant I thought that everyone would
stare at me but I found that, as you said, most people are
totally consumed with their own lives and barely notice
anything else around them. Of course there were the exceptions.
The rarity of the exceptions made them even more special..
How do you know these things?
I sat next to you in the booth we were shown to.
My dress had
fallen to the side exposing my leg to my hip but it was the
leg next to you so no-one else noticed. We were barely seated
before you had your hand busy at the top of my leg, not touching
my vagina, oops, pussy, but just soft touches on my skin.
Your cool hand on my hot thigh made me extra aware of what
you were doing and where we were. Our waiter arrived, took
our drink order and left menus for us to peruse. By now your
hand was dangerously close to your sluts leaky slit and
I could barely think to order my meal.
You look very hot tonight. Are you happy with your new outfit?
Oh yea, it makes me feel like the slut you want me to be. Are
you happy with how I look?
Yes, but now Id like you to unbutton another button on
your blouse so I can see more of your beautiful breasts,
er, I mean tits. Youre a wonderful slut for me and I love
you for it. Undo another button. Do it now! Wow, I liked
how assured you have become since you found I like being
your slut. I unbuttoned another button and sat up straighter
pushing out my tits for you to see me better in my thin blouse.
My nipples were projecting into my shirt making them obvious
to anyone who happened to look my way. I tried to subtly scan
the room to see of I was being noticed but you caught me at
it. Is anybody looking? you asked.
Yes, one or two. I like the attention more that I ever thought
I would.
I thought that the whole room would be staring though,
considering how you have me dressed, but so many people
are just into their own little worlds. Its amazing. I think
I am disappointed.
Im not. You look great. So sexy that I can barely think
of anything besides doing very naughty things to you.
Oh? What naughty things are you thinking of doing to me?
You will see. Right now I want to enjoy you right here.
with that you kissed me with all of the passion I remembered
from the last time I played slut for you. As I leaned toward
you to receive your delicious kiss my legs separated enough
for you to slip one of your fingers into my lubricating pussy.
I groaned into your mouth with pleasure, not caring if anybody
noticed our display. However, I was beginning to worry
about leaving a wet spot on the back of my skirt I was so wet
with arousal. I thought it must be dripping off of your hand
so I told you of my concerns. Again I noticed you looking
at me as though I had ignored the obvious. Ah, yes, dont
sit on my skirt, like a good slut has been trained. I maneuvered
my skirt so that the opening was not at all on my ass. The cold
of the leather seat is stimulating to my senses. I was sure
that everyone knew what I was feeling because it is such
an overwhelming feeling to me. I look and a few more people
have noticed me. I wonder how far I will go with this.
You look so hot right now.
Like you could take on the whole
room and beg for more. Do you want to?
Yes
Then tell me. Tell me just how you would like to be taken.
Tell me what you are fantasizing about right now.
Are you really going to make me say it? You know what I like.
You always make me cum so good.
Tell me how you are thinking about getting used. Tell me,
slut.
Oh god, you make me so hot. I do want to take on the room, or
at least make the room want to take me. Sex is all I can think
of lately, since I have begun being your slut. Take me and
make me yours. I am your slut and you can do anything you want
with me. Please do me, I beg you. I know I am babbling, not
making any sense, but I can only think of you using me until
I scream.
Do you mean it? I can do anything?
Yes, just use me. You can feel how wet I am and look how hard
my nipples are. They ache for you.
Let me see how hard your nipples are. I straighten up my
posture a bit and pushed my boobs out again for you to see,
sure that you will be happy with my display, but you just
shake your head.
Let me see your tits. Not your blouse.
What? Here?
Yes slut. Let me see how hard your nipples are for me. I
turned toward you so my back was facing out more and unbuttoned
two more buttons of my blouse. My shirt was open to the waist
of my skirt, I had only to pull open the lapels to totally
expose myself to you in this public place.
Even as excited
as I was I hesitated. I knew that people to the side could
see me if I exposed my tits to you.
Do it slut. you said. I actually looked around to see if
someone heard you. When I again looked in your eyes I saw
how proud you were of me and how excited you were to have me
do this for you. I pulled the sides of my blouse away from
my chest and my boobs were exposed to you in the midst of this
restaurant. The look on your face was priceless. You were
excited, proud, and embarrassed all at the same time. I
knew the power I had at that time. I was following your orders,
doing your bidding but I had the power. You could not do this
without me and this was as much of a rush for you as it was for
me. You needed me for this. I needed this for me. We fit like
spoons in a drawer.