1. Harbour Lights


    Date: 9/19/2016, Categories: Fantastic, Anal, Exhibitionism, Mature, Oral Sex, Wife, Young, Author: matureguy, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    prison of my flimsy covering. "Please Andy; everyone will know I've got nothing on." Your hands hold mine away from my body. I let the short dress fall away again so you can feast your eyes on me. My breathing is ragged, I can feel the dampness grow between my legs, you can turn me on so easily. That's just one of the many things I love about you. I close my eyes, blotting out the stares from unseen strangers on shore that I know are peering through the dark night at the peep show you're giving them. I feel my arms fall as you release them, I open my eyes in time to see the small black panties I’m wearing slide down over my thighs. The suspender belt I'd worn knowing it would excite you shows suddenly in stark contrast against the skin at my waist. The neatly trimmed patch of soft dark hair hides pussy lips that I know are wet and eager for your touch. "Now you really have nothing on. Everyone will know I have the sexiest wife in the world." "Andy, please. I need something on under this dress, I feel like I'm walking around naked." "You're such a sexy woman Anna, do it for me just this once. I want to watch all the men who see you tonight wondering if it really means what they hope it means when they can't see a panty line. I want to watch their eyes and know that they're hard as rocks imagining what they would like to do to my wife. Please Anna, do this for me." I know better than to argue with you when you're in this kind of mood and if I'm honest, the thought of going out ...
    naked under my dress is turning me on more than I've been turned on for a long time. You carefully arrange the loose folds so that my legs and stocking tops will show as I walk and then with a final flourish, you tie a simple bow in the belt before stepping back to admire your handiwork. If you want to show me off tonight, so be it. "You look so fuckable Anna." I feel fuckable. I wonder if I should tell you just how fuckable I feel and how aware I am of how sensual my body feels. Every small movement I make excites millions of nerve endings where the slight roughness of my dress strokes me like tiny fingers and tongues running over my naked flesh. My breasts sway and I feel them strain against my clothes ability to contain them. My lecherous thoughts drift lower and I become more and more conscious of the extent of my nudity. Even the warm Mediterranean breeze is enough to cool the moisture where it seeps from my overexcited sex and threatens to run down my thighs. I consider telling you that if I look so fuckable and feel so fuckable, perhaps we should stay in and you should fuck me, but my inner naughtiness is becoming more and more attuned to the thought of you displaying me in front of strangers at tonight's party. I wonder if they'll think I'm fuckable too? I also wonder if you hope they will. Everyone will know there is no bra restraining my breasts, even when I stand still to stop them swaying, my hard nipples poke out like acorns hidden only by a dress that was never ...
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