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September 10, 2006

My Wife Goes on Exhibition at the Mall

[full story is 4,021 words]

My wife and I like to keep our sex life varied. We think it keeps our marriage hot, exciting and alive. One of the things we like to do from time to time is show her body off to other men. I’m not totally sure why, but it seems to reinforce our knowledge that she is still attractive to others, and I know it turns us both on. We like to think of it as a great form of foreplay. We also like to think that it’s our little way of making the world a happier place, because it also gives pleasure to others.

Once she even got a temporary job as a topless Go-Go dancer in a little, out of the way bar in a town about sixty miles away where we were sure she wouldn’t be seen by anyone we know. The place was pretty loosely run, in that the local management allowed the patrons a great deal of leeway in stuffing their one dollar tips well down the front of the dancers’ G-strings and grabbing a quick feel of their tits while they were at it. She only worked there for a week, and I used to sit right there at the bar during all her sets, closely watching her reactions and those of the male patrons. It really got me hot to see them touch her like that, and she told me it used to get her turned on as well, but that’s another story.

Arlene is a petite little woman, with long, naturally auburn hair and a picture perfect 36B-24-35 body that she’s kept in perfect condition over the years. As a matter of fact, I think her body looks better now that it did when we were first married. She keeps it in shape by carefully watching what she eats and exercising strenuously, both vertically and horizontally. When she’s in the right mood, which comes pretty often, she has an almost insatiable appetite for sex and anything related to sex. I’d like to tell you about what happened one of those times.

It happened about a month or so ago. Arlene put on makeup and fixed her hair, wearing it down, like I prefer it. Then she donned a button front blouse, a short skirt, high heels, a garter belt and stockings. She wore nothing else, whatsoever. She left the top few buttons of her blouse open to enable her to show a bit of cleavage.

We got in the car and drove to a shopping mall somewhat out of our immediate area. We chose Livingston Mall because it is a mid-sized, two-level mall, that isn’t usually very crowded. When we first arrived, we walked around the mall together, window shopping as well as going into several stores, just getting comfortable with the surroundings until we were ready to start our little game.

Then we took the escalator up to the second level several times, sometimes with me 8 or 10 steps behind her so I could look up her dress as she rose in front of me, sometimes together so someone else might get a peek. One time, I went up a minute or so before her and waited near the top from where I could inconspicuously observe her while she came up, as well as watch anyone who might be behind her to observe their reactions. Of course, we timed as many of our trips up the escalator as possible to try to get on several steps in front of male shoppers.

As we walked around, her outfit caught the attention of most of the men who happened to be in the area. A number of times, when she headed for the escalator, some of them followed her up a few steps behind her or stood near the bottom of it and watched her as she went up, trying to get a better view up her dress or skirt.

As she went up the escalator, she would put one foot up on the next step, spread about a foot or so out to the side from the foot on the lower step. This was her little way of improving the potential quality of the view provided to anyone who might be behind her or looking up. Of course, she didn’t turn around while she was on the escalator, since this might have scared off any possible observers, or at least embarrass them and prevent them from looking further. We also tried some discrete exhibitionism with her coming down the escalator, but this didn’t seem to work out as well.

At the end of one such trip up, while I stayed at the bottom watching her, she stood on the second level of the mall near the escalator, close to the railing surrounding it. She put one foot up on the bottom rung of the railing and spread out about a twelve inches or so to the side. I’m sure the three or four guys coming up the escalator towards her got a really great view while she was holding this pose as if she was resting and casually looking around.

I particularly remember one very elderly gentleman who rode up during that time. He was with what appeared to be his wife, just passively following her around the mall with a patience born of years of passive boredom. As I observed her from the first level, I noticed him lift his head and turn it in her direction. You could tell exactly when his old eyes focused on Arlene’s bare bush. His mouth fell open so wide I thought he was going to lose his false teeth! He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He was so flustered, that when he and his wife got to the top, he tripped and nearly fell. I’m glad he didn’t have a heart attack. It was funny to watch his wife scold him to look where he was going as they walked away. He kept nodding to her and simultaneously looking back over his shoulder at Arlene standing at the railing. I have a feeling that when the old couple got home, he managed to get it up and boff her good for the first time in years. She probably wondered where he got his inspiration. So much for our good deed for the day.

Later on, she sat down one of the benches scattered around the mall, and I took up a position a little ways away, from which I could watch her. I was nearby enough to both watch her and to extract her in case anyone decided to try to make a move on her.

She sat so her dress rode up somewhat, displaying an enticing bit of thigh. Occasionally she bent forward, ostensibly to adjust a stocking or shoe or to look in the shopping bag she had on the floor next to her, making the hem of her dress ride up even higher, almost to her crotch, and bringing her cleavage down to a better viewing angle.

From time to time, she’d cross her legs, sometimes with her thighs close together and sometimes with them spread varying degrees apart for a little while, and even just let her thighs relax and her knees spread open for several seconds. We had carefully chosen our seat so her display would not be conspicuously blatant to all those passing by or in the area, but only to those who are strategically located at exactly the right angle to enable them to look up her dress or down her cleavage.

Of course, she timed her little displays to coincide with the presence of males in the area and at the proper angle to observe and appreciate the show, while at the same time looking away from these potential targets so they would feel free to look at her. She was a great little actress, performing all these things in a seemingly unconscious manner, as if she was completely oblivious to the fact that by her actions she was exposing herself.

After I had observed her display herself in this manner for a while, I was getting so turned on that I just couldn’t stay away from her any more. I walked over to her and sat down close to her side. As we sat there, we talked about who had looked at her, how much I thought they could see, and what their reactions were. This seemed to get us both even more turned on. I occasionally kissed her, put an arm around her, and rested a hand at the middle of her thigh or on her hip briefly. It appeared that this helped to initially attract the attention of even more target male shoppers.

When we tired of this part of our game, Arlene told me she was getting a little hungry. Personally, I was much more horny than hungry, but her request gave me an idea. I knew that the mall had a relatively nice little restaurant which was often frequented by businessmen. It was well lighted and didn’t use tablecloths, two factors which were essential to my plan.

We headed for the restaurant and got a small table towards the rear of the dining area. We sat down opposite each other, and I made sure she sat on the side of the table that was facing in the direction of several other tables, at one of which was seated a small group of businessmen. When she first sat down, she let her skirt ride up well above mid-thigh and casually crossed her legs.

The waiter came over, gave us menus and then left us alone. After we had a chance to look over the menus for a bit, he came back to take our orders. I couldn’t help but notice that, as he waited for us to order, he seemed to be standing up very straight, and kept glancing over at Arlene. Then I realized what he was doing, he was looking down the partly open front of her blouse! I chuckled to myself. I hadn’t even planned that part.

When the waiter left to get our food, she and I told her about his actions and we both had a good laugh. Then we began to talk together in a somewhat animated manner, just enough so as to attract the attention of nearby diners. While we did, she kept an eye on the businessman who was seated facing our table. Since people usually look around at the people sitting at other tables around them in a situation like this anyway, we knew it would only be a matter of time before he happened to look in her direction.

It didn’t take long before he did, and at that time, she made sure to move her legs around a bit so they caught his attention. She watched him look at her legs out of the corner of her eye, and kept me updated by describing his reactions to me.

Once he noticed her shapely legs, and the fact that her skirt was well more than halfway up her thighs, he kept looking back over at them. After he had glanced over a few times, she uncrossed her legs and let her knees fall apart slightly. She also turned her body somewhat toward him, thus allowing him to look up her dress a bit the next time he glanced over.

All the while this was going on, we were careful to give the appearance that we were carrying on a conversation unrelated to the businessman, and paying attention only to each other. Once we had him hooked, we didn’t want to scare him off by letting him know that we knew he was watching.

Then she hooked the heel of one shoe over the rung at the front of her chair. This succeeded in raising her leg up and allowed him to see even further up her dress. She added a nice touch by casually letting her hand drop to her thigh and subtly stroke the inside of it just below her knee for several seconds, as if doing it unconsciously.

After several minutes, when she was sure he was looking again, she slid forward on her chair and slowly let her raised knee fall outward, acting as if she was so engrossed in her conversation with me that she was unaware that she was doing so. This really opened up the view that he had up her dress. Now we were both sure he could see all the way up her dress, right to her pussy. I’m positive it didn’t take him long to realize that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and that he was looking directly at her naked, closely cropped cunt.

Arlene told me that, by this point, he was obviously having quite a bit of trouble paying attention to his meal and what was going on at his own table. He even dropped his fork a couple of times, but I’m not sure whether it was because he was nervous, or if he did it intentionally to improve his viewing angle up her dress, not that it needed much improving.

I thought he might even tell the other men at his table about the delightful sight before him, causing them to try and inconspicuously look around and see it also, but apparently he didn’t, deciding to keep it all to himself, because the others just appeared to keep talking about some inane, boring business matter.

She held this general position all through our meal, opening her legs a little more or a little less, but always making sure he had a pretty good view.

By the time we left the restaurant, we were both so turned on from what we’d done that we seriously considered terminating our game at that point and going someplace where we could screw. After talking it over, however, we decided to walk around the mall some more. Then I had what I thought was a great idea. I briefly explained it to her, and after a little coaxing, she agreed to give it a try.

First we stopped at a book store and I bought a paperback book. Then we walked around the mall until we found a women’s shoe store that had at least one male salesman. Before we went in, she looked over the display in the window and selected the style numbers of a few pairs of footwear she wanted to try on, including a pair of high boots. Entering the store, we sat down next to each other, near the rear of the store, making sure it was in an area serviced by one of the male salespeople.

He came over and greeted us, and Arlene gave him the style numbers she was interested in. As he went to get them, I pulled out the paperback book and pretended that I was very engrossed in reading it.

When the salesman returned with the footwear she had requested, he sat on his low stool in front of her and asked which pair she wanted to try on first. She selected the pair of black high heels and he proceeded to help her try them on.

As he did, she “inadvertently”, without seeming to realize she is doing it, parted her thighs several inches, giving him the opportunity to peek up her dress at her snatch. I sat there next to her, seemingly giving my book my total attention, but actually watching the salesman’s reactions out of the corner of my eye.

He didn’t seem to notice what she was doing at first, but as they talked about the shoes, his eyes naturally travelled back and forth from her face to her feet. Finally, on about the third such pass, I saw him blink twice quickly, apparently unable to believe his eyes. He stared up her dress for a few seconds, and then realized what he was doing and pulled his eyes back up to her face. Knowing that she is fastidious about keeping her pubic hair cut very short, and since his face was only about three or four feet from her crotch, I was absolutely certain he had gotten a clear view of her cunt in all it’s red-haired glory.

It was really funny to watch him because, try as he might, he couldn’t keep them from dropping down to the level of her crotch. It kept happening over and over, he’d be looking at her face, and a second later he would be staring up her dress. Then he’d catch himself, and look up at her face or down at her feet for a while, but inevitably, before very long, his yes would come back to the apex of her thighs again.

She acted like she is totally unaware of the show she was giving him, being intent on whether she likes the shoes or not, and earnestly commenting to him on their fit, feel, style and such.

Then she asked him to help her try on the pair of boots she’d picked out. They were a bit tight, and the process of pulling them up her delectable thighs apparently gave him a super view of her delectable little snatch. I’m not sure if it was totally due to his being nervous, or if he was intentionally making the process take much longer than necessary to prolong the show, but he certainly took an extra long time to help her get them on.

After she had them on, act dissatisfied with what he had showed her (but I’m sure he wasn’t dissatisfied with what she had shown him), and asked him if he had anything a bit different. This caused him to try and think about shoes and boots while he was being so pleasantly distracted. Talk about pressure!

The whole time this was going on, I was sitting right next to her, seeming only vaguely interested in her shoe selection process while reading my book, but actually watching the salesman’s every reaction to his unexpected private peep show.

She looked at several more pairs of shoes and boots, letting her legs fall open a little more each time he helped her to try one on. One time, after he had removed one of the rejected pairs, she let her bare foot fall right onto his lap and left it there as she casually described the style of shoe she would like to see next. She even seemingly unconsciously let her foot squirm around a bit while it lay there in his crotch.

Later, she told me that while this particular act was occurring, she could clearly feel his cock with her foot. She said it was hard as a baseball bat, although not nearly as large, of course, and that it got even harder as she rubbed it subtly with her sole. (Why was I not surprised?) He got so red in the face while that was going on, that I thought he was going to bust an artery.

Eventually, she decided that none of the footwear was exactly what she was looking for. She courteously thanked the totally flustered salesman for his time and trouble, and we left the store together. As we started to pass through the door, he ran after us and gregariously thanked us for coming in. He said he had enjoyed serving us (I’ll bet he did!), and was sorry she didn’t find anything she liked. He earnestly invited us to come back again, and said to be sure to ask for him by name when we did. He even gave us his work schedule to be sure he was there when we came.

By this point, we had both had just about as much of these titillating activities as we could stand without getting some relief, so we left the mall, got in the car and started to drive home. While I was driving, we talked to each other about what we observed during our little adventure, how we felt about it, and the reactions of the men who had been lucky enough to passively participate in it, especially the fortuitous shoe salesman, who had succeeded in getting the closest look at her.

We talked about a possible future variation on the theme, where instead of not wearing any panties at all, she would wear a pair of her tiniest, sheerest, string bikini style panties, but make sure the crotch has crept well up into the crack of her cunt before we went into the mall. That might make it seem like her display was even more unintentional, and still would be very arousing to both us and the salesman. The slight pressure of the soft panties on her inner cunt lips and clit would also serve to add physical stimulation to the psychological excitement of the situation. We agreed that the variation had definite possibilities.

Talking about the events of the day seemed to get us even more turned on than the actual incidents had. As we did, she slipped her hand up well under her skirt. When I glanced down at her lap, I could clearly tell by the movement of the material near her crotch that she was rubbing her hot pussy while we conversed. I asked her to turn sideways in her seat and pull her hem up higher so I could watch her play with herself. That’s one thing that never fails to turn me on unbelievably. She quickly and eagerly complied, also spreading her lovely legs apart to give me an even better view. Since she didn’t have to be covert about her actions anymore, she now went to work on her box with both hands at once.

From that point on, I had trouble watching the road. My eyes kept returning to her crotch, just like the salesman’s did, but I got to see her actually rubbing her clit and pumping two fingers up her dripping hole. I guess we’re lucky I didn’t get into an accident. Several times, the cars in front of me slowed down or stopped while my attention was otherwise occupied, and I just managed to avoid hitting them.

I asked her to slide over to me, take my cock out and stroke it as we drove along, but she refused, saying that both her hands were busy, and that I’d just have to wait until we got home. Of course, I pleaded my case again, since my dick felt like it was about ready to burst through my jeans on its own, but she turned me down flat, seemingly enjoying the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy with unfulfilled lust, at least temporarily.

Then I asked her to open her blouse a little more so I could get a better look at her breasts. She opened another few buttons and spread the edges of it apart nicely. That gave me a pretty clear view of both tits, including her nipples, which were quite hard and erect. I guess it also gave some other drivers a pretty good display of them as well.

Each time we stopped for a light, I would reach over and touch her tantalizing cunt. It was gushing pussy juice in a veritable flood. Each time the light changed to green again, it took all the self control I could muster to let go of her soaking wet twat and put my hand back on the wheel.

Needless to say, by the time we got home, we were both so hot we tore off each others clothes, jumped right into bed and made long, passionate love together until long into the night. Of course, in keeping with the day’s theme, we left the blinds up, the curtains open and the lights on. All in all, it was a very good day and an excellent night. I can’t wait until we try something like that again, and I’m sure we will.

–end–

written by Joe Anthony

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