40 ia a dangerous age, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2011-09-03. Times viewed: 7336.
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- Intro: Voy, Exhib,wife becomes exhibitionist
40 is a dangerous age. It is certainly the age when my life changed. Up until then I had been unhappy with my body, like everybody I know. My legs are too short, my bust is not big enough, or sometimes too big. Never satisfied, always covering up my inadequacies, especially now - I was coming up to 40 ! Then I learned that life doesn’t have to be like that.
One weekend I came home from shopping to find that Dave had some friends round. They didn’t notice me come in, I came into the back door. They were all gathered around his computer. I heard them laughing and making comments. I thought they were looking at porn. Dave thinks I don’t know about it. I did not disturb them. I was listening to them, typical men’s talk.
“I’d love to give her one”, one of them said.
“So would I”, Dave said. That’s when I decided to walk through and embarrass him. I was more embarrassed than he was. It was my picture on the screen. They were looking at our holiday pictures. I pretended not to have noticed and carried on through. I got myself a drink and sat thinking about what he had just said. I could not remember the last time we had sex. I don’t think we had done it since coming home after our holiday. I didn’t think that was a problem, but ....
Later that night I asked him what they had been looking at. He didn’t try to hide anything, he told me that they were watching our holiday pictures.
“But, I was topless”, I complained.
“I know. I like looking at you like that. So did they. I enjoyed showing you off” he told me, then put his arm around me and kissed me. I didn’t respond, but I did not complain either. I sat thinking about it. Why should I get mad because my husband still likes me ? When I was alone I examined my body in the mirror. All the same problems, plus a few more sags, but what did it matter if my husband liked it ? I would be 40 next week. Dave was going to take me out tonight for a private celebration, because the kids were coming home for my birthday.
He had bought me a basque for Christmas. I had never worn it. I tried it on. It held my stomach in a bit and pushed my bust up to where it should be. It was uncomfortable, but I decided that I would wear it for him. It had short suspender straps, so I put on the nylon stockings too. To make sure that he noticed I put on a transparent blouse and a wrap over skirt, so that I could flash the stocking tops. Dave loved it. He kept stroking my legs under the table during our meal. When we got home, we had sex.
He wanted to take me out again on my actual birthday, the kids weren’t coming until the weekend. I wore the same outfit. Dave started to stroke my legs before we finished the salad. He was stroking the naked flesh above my stockings. My legs are too short. That is not me returning to complaining about my shape, but an explanation. Because my legs are so short, the stockings come very high up my leg. There is very little space between my stockings and my knickers. Dave was rubbing the front of my knickers. We were acting like a courting couple.
“Take them off”, Dave ordered. I didn’t hesitate. I went to the toilet and came back without my knickers. Dave quickly found out that I had removed them.
“I know what I’d rather eat”, he whispered into my ear as the waiter placed the ice cream onto our table. He was stroking my naked cunt at the time. We didn’t stop for coffee, we went straight home. I was still wearing the basque when Dave fucked me. We both lay on the bed next to each other, exhausted, for a while.
“The lads would love to see you like this”, Dave said, climbing off the bed.
“No way”, I told him, but he got our camera out. I posed for some pictures, but first I made him promise that he would not show them to his friends. The pictures were very rude.
“Come to the pub with me tomorrow”, he said as he put the camera away. Dave always went to the pub on Friday. The kids weren’t coming until Saturday. I agreed. I felt honoured, but I wasn’t going to wear the basque. I did wear an uplift bra though, and a transparent blouse. My bra showed very clearly through my top. Just before we went out, Dave lifted my blouse, lifted one of my tits out of my bra and sucked on the nipple. When he pulled my blouse back down, he had left my nipple poking out above my bra cup. It was really hard and showed clearly through my top.
I moved to adjust it, but Dave stopped me.
“Leave it like that. Give the lads a treat”, he said. I hadn’t had a drink yet, but for some reason I left my nipple showing. I got a lot of attention that night. It felt good having so many men flirting with me. Dave told them all that we were celebrating my birthday. He also told them that we were having a family weekend, but we were going to have a party the following weekend. This was the first I knew about it. He told me that he wanted them all to enjoy seeing me in my birthday suit.
“You haven’t bought me one”, I told him.
“I know”, he replied, with a wicked grin. We had sex again when we got home. We enjoyed a very pleasurable weekend with the family, then back to normal, except that we went shopping together. Dave was getting booze and snacks in for the party. He said that was all that was needed. I reminded him about the birthday suit. He hadn’t bought me one.
I want them to see the original” he replied, but he did buy me some hold up stockings. I wore them on the night of the party. He made me leave my bra off. My blouse was quite transparent. They all got to see my nipples. Dave talked me into removing my knickers, after a few drinks. He kept rubbing my thighs. Eventually somebody noticed. Dave was delighted.
“Fuck ! No knickers”, I heard someone say. Dave kissed me and let him look. He was fingering me at the time. I told him about it.
“Stop it. people can see” , I told him.
“Good. They all want to see. They have all come here tonight to see you in your birthday suit” he reminded me. I told him that he was crazy. Nobody wanted to see that. He insisted that I was wrong. He asked them.
“Who wants to see Sue in her birthday suit ?” he shouted out. There was a loud cheer of approval. Dave was whispering into my ear.
“Please, let them look. Go into the bedroom, get undressed, just lie on the bed and let them look. That’s all I ask”. That’s all he asked. I don’t know why I did it. I went upstairs, got undressed and lay face down on the bed waiting to see who was interested. I could not believe what happened next. Dave and some of his mates burst into the bedroom.
They were all naked ! I was too shocked to say anything. They all surrounded me and started to touch me, all over. I had hands on my back, my arse and my cunt. I had no doubt that they enjoyed seeing me this way. Every one of their dicks were sticking out, rock hard. I got to stroke some of them. One of them squirted his stuff onto my tits. Dave was fucking me at the time..
He didn’t allow anyone else to fuck me that night, but I think that he might next time. He has banned me from wearing knickers whenever we go out together, and usually I go without a bra now. It’s amazing how many people seem to enjoy looking at my less than perfect body, now that I am prepared to show it.
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