1. The Art Show - Part 1


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: flashnic, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    panties and the blemishes and minor marks of her skin tone. The marks of a real woman, I think, a woman who has experienced a full life and the joys and trauma of childbirth. My eyes focus on the mound concealed beneath her cotton panties. I see a curl of honey blonde hair escaping beneath the elastic. She’s wearing plain, but well cut, good quality, fine cotton knickers trimmed with matching black satin. They’re very elegant but designed for comfort; nothing too fancy or revealing; certainly nothing slutty. I love the way they accentuate rather than contrast her feminine curves. She is a woman who has no need of the accoutrements of a stripper to make her feel attractive. The sight of her standing there like this, part glamour queen, part soccer mom and part shy little girl, is really turning me on. Francine turns her back to us and looks out the window. She reaches around, unclips her bra, and slips it off her shoulders. Casting the bra aside, we see the sides of her large breasts bob out in between her back and her arms. Hesitating again, she straightens, reaches up and rakes her fingers through her hair, giving us a lovely view of her fine neck, her slight shoulders, her narrow back and her breasts swaying gently at her sides. I can almost hear her thoughts: “I hardly know this man. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can feel his eyes burning into me. My husband seems keen. He’s loving it, the dirty, randy sod. It feels strange and wrong, but I’m so excited.” Still with ...
    her back to us, Fran takes a deep breath and stiffens slightly. The muscles across her back are tensing as she slides her hands down her sides hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. She pulls them clear from her hips, gradually eases them down… deliberately, slowly, as though she’s part savouring the moment and part fighting the urge to cover up and run away. I feel my cock stirring. I’m getting hard and I’m worried about the bulge in my pants but I look across and see that Charles has eyes only for Francine - and they are locked on her body. As I watch the scene unfold, questions come to mind. What is making me so excited? Is it watching my wife undressing so provocatively? Is it seeing Charles’s reactions, knowing he is watching her undress, looking at her naked body? Or is it that my wife is willingly undressing in front of another man? My dilemma is delicious and I don’t know where to look but the more I look the more excited I become. I feel my pulse starting to race. My imagination is in overdrive with myriad possibilities. It's like the beginning of a rollercoaster ride. I'm a bit scared but I know I'm going to love the ride. I see the top of Francine’s lovely ass, the cleft between her cheeks appearing. “Hang-on tight,” I think. “Here we go!” Totally engrossed, I see the accentuated curve of her waist and hips as she rocks her hips from side to side, slowing pulling her panties down. As though betraying her and abandoning her to her fate, the ...