Lap Dance Virgin

It was Thursday evening. We were both a bit weary from another long week, and were eagerly looking forward to the weekend. We exchanged the usual “So, how was your day?” banter, and the inevitable topic of what our weekend activities would be. Saturday night was our “out” night. It had become the time in which we reconnect with each other after the week of passing each other in the night.

The usual suggestions came up of dinner and a movie. We looked at each other, and both responded in unison.

“Nahh.”

My husband looked at me, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Why don”t we go to a strip club?”

I wrinkled my forehead and smiled, waiting a few moments to respond. I responded with a flirtatious and resounding answer.

“Maybe!”

We had been together for almost 14 happy years. About 2 years ago, my husband had discovered my bi-sexual side. It was an unbelievable turn on for him, so he decided that it was his mission to nurture this previously hidden side of my sexuality. Therefore, it was not a surprise to me that he would make this suggestion. I had to admit that the thought of watching women strip with my husband sitting next to me started a familiar tingle deep within me.

Part of me was embarrassed at this thought, and I felt my cheeks redden. A loving smile crossed his lips, and he stared deep into my eyes. He took my hand in his, and noticed immediately that it was warm and moist. This visibly amused him, and I could tell that he was flattered that this woman that he had lived with for so long could still be shy and embarrassed in his company. It was almost as if he were reading my thoughts.

He continued to hold my hand in his, and began to speak in his most caring voice.

“I love you, Baby; I always will. I want you to be happy, and I want you to experience everything possible in your life. I think it”s wonderful that you now want to embrace your bisexuality. I will be standing next to you every step of the way.”

I listened intently to his voice, thinking it would soothe me, but it did not. My hand began to shake ever so slightly in his. I realized that he was seeing into my soul. I felt a stirring within me that I had not felt in a very long time. I was excited and insecure at the same time as I realized that, with my husbands help, I would finally be able to allow myself to express my attraction to other women.

It was as if he knew instinctively what I was feeling so, in his special way, he attempted to break the ice of my apprehension.

“So, which clubs should we go to? Why don”t you go on the internet and make a list of the ones that you think we would like.”

His tone was so “matter of fact” that I knew that there was no use being coy, and that he had made up my mind for me. He stood up and looked down at me, giving me a sly wink. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine in a soft but urgent kiss.

Oh, the hunger I felt for him at that moment! I reached up and caressed his face with just the very tips of my fingers. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, our bodies melting together. I could feel his hardening manhood pressing against my thigh. I tried to blend into his very being. I felt the intermingling of our combined sexual energy, the passion traveling to every nerve ending in my body. I became conscious of my now hardened, erect nipples rubbing against the satin lining of my black lace bra. I repositioned my leg to straddle his thigh bringing his leg in contact with my pussy. I felt the almost overpowering need to meet my primal desires. He ran his hands over my bottom, knowing full well that this is one of my sexual “on buttons”, and a soft sigh escaped from my lips. I pressed them to his frantically, and I felt his warm breath meet my own.

All of a sudden he broke his embrace, gently pushing me away, at the same time keeping one hand on my hip. He then spoke with a teasing smile.

“Go search the internet for maps to where we are going Saturday night.”

I tried to engage him one more time in my embrace.

“Behave.” he whispered in my ear, at the same time giving my butt a firm but playful slap.

Mildly disappointed, I resigned myself to the task that he had given me. Down the hall I walked, feeling my pussy lips sliding easily together due to the natural lube that he had created within me.

After much trial and error I was finally able to develop a tentative plan of action. He came up behind me as I typed and laid his hands on my shoulders, quietly watching as I typed. He spoke in a cheerful voice.

“How”s it going?”

I showed him the list I had completed. He studied the computer screen from behind me, and a pleased smile slowly appeared on his face. His hands began to slowly slide downward, finding their way to my already electrified nipples. His experienced fingers seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to each one. I almost involuntarily threw back my head and spread my legs wide. He lowered his head to my ear and spoke in his most seductive voice.

“I can”t wait to get you your first table dance so I can watch your reaction to the hands of another woman on your body. Oh baby, this side of you makes me so fucking hot!”

I turned my upper body to him and wrapped my arm around his waste. With my free hand I began to gently stroke the growing bulge that was now at eye level to me. I licked my lips and pressed my mouth against the material of his jeans, blowing warm air over his swelling member. With no further prompting needed, he unbuttoned them with lightning speed, releasing it from its confines. I then turned my body sideways in the rotating chair so that I could obtain a better position. I took the soft flesh of his cock in my hand and, closing my eyes, began to run it”s head slowly over my face and cheeks, resting it teasingly on my lips. I looked up and smiled at him to gauge his reaction, and saw that his erotic side had surfaced.

His eyes were closed and his jaw was set with clenched teeth, and I knew he was anticipating eagerly what was to come next. I allowed my lips to encompass the head of his cock, at the same time darting my tongue over the small opening on its end, fucking it with my tongue like a small pussy. I heard him groan softly.

“Oh, fuck!”

Upon hearing this I could no longer control myself, so I sucked the entire length of it into waiting, welcoming mouth. The tip of it rested into the back of my throat, and my tongue swirled across the underside of his now steel hard sword. My head and mouth moved slowly to match the rhythm of his slow moving hips. I used my other hand to massage his testicles, which were firm and retracted in close to his body. I knew I was pleasing him and sending him into oblivion!

My hand made its way down to my now soaked garden. My clit felt like a fountain pouring forth a warm river of juice trickling down the crevices of my legs and bottom down to the leather chair underneath me.

I intentionally began to make louder slurping noises with my mouth as I continued to worship his cock in the way that I knew would always bring him to the edge. My fingers were now strumming my wet clit like a concert pianist playing a grand concerto! His eyes, now glazed over with lust, opened and looked down at my hand between my legs. He smiled as he watched me give myself pleasure while never breaking the wonderful sensations on his hard cock.

My thighs began to shake, and I began to suck him with the same feverish intensity that my pussy and body were feeling. I heard his breath quicken, and I knew that this was a sure sign that he was close.

“I”m coming!” he gasped in a ragged whisper.

Hearing this, I began to salivate, and I closed my throat so I wouldn”t gag. I felt him start to shoot, and I felt the warm liquid bathe my tongue with his seed. My fingers raced to my own climax, this feeling being so intense and powerful to me that tears came to my eyes at the thought of us coming together in unison! As I took a breath I became very aware of the sweet white cum that dripped down my chin as my own juices flowed out of my pussy. I wiped a bit of this from my face and gently swiped my fingers across his lips. I then placed my hand at my own lips and slowly licked what remained of this sweet nectar from my own fingers, gazing into his eyes as I did so.

He smiled at me.

“Come on, Baby, let”s go to bed and get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow, and so do you. I love you so much. Thank you.”

He led me to the bedroom, and gently laid me down on the soft covers. I smiled up at him and spoke in a soft coo.

“I love you too, sweetie, you mean so much to me.”

He switched off the light, laid down next to me, and together we both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The week passed quickly as it always seems to. He had to work on Saturday, so the alarm ringing at 5:00 A.M. woke me. He reached over and gently stroked my back. I pushed against him slowly, enjoying this immensely. He then abruptly stopped and got out of bed. I thought about coaxing him to stay, but I knew that if I did he would be late. I rolled over and fell back to sleep as he got himself ready and left for work.

I heard the phone ring, and opened my eyes. Looking at the clock, I noticed that one- hour had passed. I answered the phone in a sleepy voice.

“Hello?”

It was him!

“Hello, Baby! Good morning. I want you to relax today, because we are going to have a late night tonight. I have to run, call you later! I love you!”

“I love you too!” I said.

“Enjoy your day!”

“I”ll enjoy the night better, baby, trust me on this one!”

With this the line went dead. I lie there in bed, thinking of what was in store for me tonight. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I felt like a high school girl going out on her first date. I laughed at myself for a moment at the thought of how I would respond to a nude woman dancing in front of me.

Would I be embarrassed?

Would I be turned on?

“A little bit of both.” I said aloud to no one.

I smiled at the thought of having my husband there next to me, keeping me safe, as I explored a side of me that had been hidden for many years. Just thinking of the possibilities of what might happen produced a liberal flow of juices between my legs. I knew that if I didn”t get out of bed I would end up lying there, masturbating the entire day away.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and began to attend to some chores that I had set up for myself. I soon found that trying to keep myself busy was not working very well. My thoughts kept traveling back to the anticipation of events to come. I sat down at the computer and brought up the list of clubs that I had compiled on Thursday evening. I began looking at the individual club websites, and was constantly bombarded with explicit images of naked, seductive women that seemed to dance on my screen. I stared at them for quite some time, imagining these women stripping just a few feet away from me. I soon began to detect the scent of my womanhood filling the room.

The phone rang. It was my husband. I glanced at the clock. It was lunchtime.

“What are you up to, Baby?”

I described to him exactly what I was doing, and my reaction to it.

“Baby, you”re getting me horny! I”m so lucky to have such a hot wife! Just relax, and I”ll be home soon.”

The phone went dead.

I was alone again, left to my own devices, left to deal with the anticipation of coming events. I busied my mind with mundane activities like doing the laundry and straightening up the house.

Then, a stroke of fear hit me.

What would I wear?

Would I look dull compared to all of those hot women we would be watching?

I ran through the closet, trying on a variety of outfits, feeling inadequate in each one. I heard a noise at the front door; it was my husband returning home from work. He walked in with a smile and a burst of energy.

“I”m filthy, Baby, I need a shower.”

I had already laid out a towel and clean underwear for him. He walked into the bedroom and immediately saw the pile of clothes that I had went through.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I want to look good. I want to look hot.”

He paused.

“You always look hot to me, Baby, that is all that matters. All I have to do is look at you and I get excited.”

I smiled.

“Thank you, Baby”

He disappeared into the shower. When I heard the water running for the second time that day, I found myself laughing at my thoughts and behavior.

I finally decide on an outfit to wear; my black corset with a tight jean skirt, accompanied with a short black jacket. I thought that high heels rather than boots. I wanted to look hot, but not cheap!

As I got ready, the jitters began. I snapped at my husband a couple of times for no reason. He just looked at me with a wrinkled forehead. I looked back at him and let out a nervous laugh. It became evident to him that I was feeling very nervous and anxious, so he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

“Relax, this is supposed to be fun. Nothing bad is going to happen tonight, I promise.”

I looked down, drawing in my breath. I visualized myself getting ready to run a race, my foot on the starting line, waiting for the gun to go off…

We got into the car, and I immediately rolled the window down to have a cigarette in an attempt to relax. We soon arrived at our first club. As we walked across the parking lot I was pleasantly surprised to see that it had the appearance of a classy establishment. It even had valet parking! He held the door open for me, and just for a second my heart stopped. I began to have an internal dialogue with myself.

“Ok, relax. This will be fun. What could possibly happen?”

I walked through the door with my head held high, looking a little like a kid in a candy store. A gentleman in a tuxedo shook my hand and welcomed me to the club. I looked up and saw three beautiful crystal chandeliers. Below them was an elevated runway adorned with three beautiful women, each in a varying stage of undress. We were escorted to a table on the left side of the runway. My chair was pulled out, and a waitress immediately appeared to take our order. My husband slid his chair close to mine and rested his hand on my thigh.

My eyes focused in the darkness, and as I looked at the girls on the stage I realized that one of them was completely nude.

“Holy shit! I can see her pussy!” I said aloud.

My husband laughed, and whispered in my ear.

“Which one do you like?”

I looked at each girl.

“The one in the middle is cute, and her pussy is shaved.” I said.

He stared at her.

“You”re right, it is shaved!”

The girl cued in on his gaze, and her hand slowly moved down to the object of his attention. She spread her legs slightly, and her fingers spread the lips of her pussy, showing us everything.

I gasped, and then stared at my husband.

“Will all of them do that?”

He smiled at me.

“Most will. Do you like that?”

I thought for a moment.

” Yes, but I”ll have to admit, I”m a little shocked!”

He patted my thigh reassuringly. This sent a ripple of pleasure through me, all the way to my clit.

We started playing a game. Together we rated each woman on a scale of one to ten. One woman came out, and my eyes were glued to her immediately. It was not so much that she was the most attractive of them, but her presence was very warm and inviting to me. She held eye contact with me for quite some time, and I could tell that she was having a good time.

My husband noticed my interest, and he looked back and forth from me to her, his eyes soon falling to my chest. My nipples had grown hard and were protruding through the thin material of my corset.

“Mmm, looks like you”re getting aroused!” he said in a low voice.

I became aware that I was almost imperceptibly rocking and grinding my pussy into the chair.

“My husband looked at me, smiling.

“How about a lap dance, Baby? I think that this girl has what you want.”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

“I”ll take that as a yes!”

He raised his hand, and the waitress almost magically appeared. He whispered something into her ear, and off she went. He snuggled close to me. His lips found mine. I was trembling slightly, and he could feel it.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I don”t know.”

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, I think I do.”

“This is going to be such a turn on for me! I”m hard just thinking of it! I”ll be right here next to you.”

I looked over his shoulder and saw that the girl was headed our way. She moved across the club with an air of confidence and grace.

“Hi, my name is Sunny. Did you guys request a lap dance?”

My husband shook his head.

“We sure did!”

“Come with me, please.”

She took my hand and led me to an area at the back of the club. My heart was racing, and the only thing I could focus on was the softness of her hand. As she led me, my eyes surveyed every curve of her body. She gently pushed me down on as soft couch, and he sat down next to me.

“Is this dance for both of you, or just one?” she asked with a smile.

My husband answered.

“I want you to concentrate on her, ok?”

I remained silent, biting my lip with nervousness.

She looked at me.

“What”s your name, sweetheart?

“Tricia. I am a virgin when it comes to this. This is my first lap dance.”

The girl smiled even wider.

“Well, we”ll have to make it very special then, won”t we?”

My husband rubbed my back slowly and slid closer to me.

A new song began. I could feel the deep bass of the music fill my body. She ran her perfectly manicured fingers gently over my face and across my lips. Our eyes met, and a smile lit both of our faces. I looked at him and could see that his face was glowing with anticipation. She ran her soft fingers over my chin and lifted my head, bringing my eyes back to hers. She wore a purple, long stretch dress that accented her almost perfect figure to a tee. She reached up and in one motion pulled the straps loose, exposing her 34DD breasts to me.

“Do you like these?”

Before I could answer, she spoke again.

“I know you do.” She giggled, almost girlishly.

She held her breasts one in each hand and began to move slowly to the rhythm of the music, moving closer to me with each beat. She straddled my legs, and was so close to me that she rubbed her nipples slowly against my cheeks. I felt one of them softly graze my lips. I wanted so badly to take it into my mouth, to suck it ever so gently. Just when I thought I was about to lose control, she backed away from me a bit.

My husband was so engrossed in this spectacle that he failed to notice that we had drawn a small crowd of four or five onlookers. I immediately flushed red at this. She raised her hand and tried to shoo them away, then looked down at me.

“They like the show, sweetheart. We”re driving them crazy!”

She ran her fingers across the remaining fabric of her dress, and then slowly began to peel it down until all that was left was a tiny G-string. She teased me by pulling the skimpy fabric away from her little pussy, exposing it to me, giving me a glimpse of her womanhood. She turned around and bent over completely, giving her bottom a playful slap. The fluid movements of those perfectly formed globes only inches from my face almost drove me wild.

“I cannot take this much longer.” I thought to myself.

I was like a woman walking through the desert, and this hot young woman was a cool drink of water. I heard my husband”s voice.

“May we touch?”

“You can touch my legs if you like.”

I looked down and saw my husbands fingers move to the soft skin of her thigh and caress it gently. I followed his lead and moved my hand up to the other side and began to do the same. An audible moan escaped her lips at the pleasure of this. I was so turned on now. She stood up and turned very slowly so that she was facing me again, and she once more straddled my leg. All I could do was whimper, and it felt as if every nerve ending in my body was screaming, and that each was connected directly to my clit.

Emboldened by our success, we continued on to lunch at a casual place in town that we both liked. The restaurant was a little more risky in that we were somewhat captive while we ate. Just a bit more difficult to get out of the situation if things started going downhill. It did not seem that we had anything to worry about, though. The waiter was very attentive and several male patrons around us kept stealing glances her way. Katie kept her cool, like nothing was out of the ordinary. But I could tell from her erect nipples that it was turning her on to be so barely covered in “actual” public as opposed to our usual “restricted access” public. After lunch, we spent a couple hours window shopping in town. Again, a number of guys were checking her out but other than some smiles and nods to either her or me there wasn’t much in the way of overt reactions to her outfit. One salesgirl complemented her on the dress, adding under her breath when she thought I was not paying attention that she wished that she had the guts to wear something like that. All in all, I’d say that the day was a total success.

The only real problem that we were finding with the dress was that there was no casual way to take things to the next level. With the full length hem and the high neckline, it was not like she could lift the hem a bit to show more leg or unbutton a few more buttons to show off a little more cleavage. It went from what you could see through the dress to her either pulling the hem up past her waist or unzipping the dress at the back of her neck and slipping it down off her shoulders to expose her chest. There really wasn’t any in between or casual way to flash a little more.

Although we both knew that these little episodes were no indication of how things would go, we took them as a positive sign that you could cross the line of “polite society” and get away with it to some extent. I had talked to Larry on the phone since the evening that Katie exposed herself to him, but the subject of what had happened did not come up. We had not had a chance to get together for a beer and this was more of a topic to be discussed in person than over the phone. Similarly, Katie and Sharon had talked a few times on the phone but had not had a chance to get together. So the four of us were due for a chance to get together for a night out.

Katie and I both knew that we were taking a chance by crossing this line and spent quite some time talking about whether we wanted to take that risk. Our final decision was that it wasn’t something that we could continue to ignore but that at the same time we were not going to force the issue. We would let them know that the possibilities were open, but they would have to make their own decision to proceed.

Katie gave Sharon a call and set things up. It seemed to always work better that way. If Larry and I set something up it always seemed that the women ended up calling each other anyway to work out all the details that we had glossed over. Larry and me planning on getting together went something like this:

Me: “Have time for a beer?”

Larry: “Sure. 7:00?”

Me: “Sounds good. Pete’s? Wings?”

Larry: “Yep. See you there.”

Katie and Sharon’s discussion included weather and time of day and how that affected what they would wear, coordinating what they would wear, what they were hungry for, three other places that they would like to go sometime, how the place we were going would affect what they wore, etc. I’d argue that their time spent planning often exceeded the actual time of the event itself.

After their conversation, Katie told me that Sharon and Larry seemed anxious for a chance to get out and said that they would be leaving the girls overnight with Sharon’s mother. The girls always enjoyed their sleepovers at Grandma’s, but it sounded like Sharon wanted to set things up so that they did not have any deadlines to be back home. I certainly took that as a good sign!

While waiting for the weekend to arrive, it seemed we spent some part of each evening discussing where and how things should go. At one point the question was even raised as to whether the dress was going too far but it was pretty quickly decided that we at least had to do that much so as to start the discussion about what possibilities were open. That would be the icebreaker, so to speak. Knowing Larry and Sharon, I had little doubt that he had told his wife everything about what had happened the evening that Katie came out of the shower.

Saturday finally arrived and we did our best to keep ourselves busy throughout the day — doing chores around the house and taking care of the little issues of daily life. Late afternoon we decided that the house could keep for another day and turned our attentions to getting ready. We shared a shower and then I left Katie to shave her legs while I got out and shaved at the sink. We finished our toiletries and then dressed quickly. Katie did not have much to do in that department — only slip into her dress and slip on a pair of shoes. She disappeared back into the bathroom to do her makeup while I finished up and then went out to the living room to page through a magazine while she finished.

When Katie came out, she looked fantastic. She is blessed with that simple, natural beauty that really needs very little accentuation. Truth be told, I cannot think of many times that Katie does not look fabulous. She cleans up well and turns heads in her business suits and skirts for work or in a gown for an evening out. But she can just as easily turn heads in jeans and a sweatshirt with her hair pulled back in a ponytail with no makeup while walking the dog or digging in the flowerbeds. She would say that I am taking it a bit far to say that even when under the weather she still is a sight to behold, but wrapped up in her terry robe, a bit pale, and her nose reddened from tissues only makes you want to take care of her. Me, if I’m sick, any sane person would want to keep their distance. Preferably a distance far enough that they don’t even have to see me at all. But Katie still takes care of me in such a state.

I stood and gathered her into my arms for a quick kiss and to whisper in her ear how much I loved her. We gathered our things and left the house. I didn’t ask if there were any ulterior motives, but Katie and Sharon had ended up deciding on the restaurant where Katie and I had begun this whole adventure. It was a nice place, but a bit further away so we did not end up there quite as often as we may have liked. With the distance, I was a bit surprised that the ladies did not arrange for us to car pool instead of meeting there. There was a nervous excitement during our drive. Our small talk was interspersed with quiet moments as each of us drifted into introspective thoughts about the possibilities of what was going to happen this evening. As I said, there was some part of nearly every day during the previous week that we spent talking about things. All the angles had been discussed and we both knew that this was what we wanted to do. However, we also both realized that our course of action was not without its risks.

We reached the restaurant before Larry and Sharon, so I suggested that we take a walk through the gardens. The evening sun was giving everything that heavy, warm feeling and the gardens were always beautiful. Unless we really got into them, we could keep the parking lot in sight and keep an eye out for Larry and Sharon’s car. The evening air was warm, but not oppressive. I think that it was just what we needed to calm our nerves a little bit before the moment of truth was upon us. We spent our time looking at the different plantings for ideas for our own gardens.

I noticed a car pulling into the lot that looked like Larry’s and a second look confirmed that it was the two of them. We headed over towards where they were parking at a leisurely pace and met up with them as they were getting out of the car. The usual greetings and hugs were exchanged, but I happened to notice Sharon taking a step back to size Katie up after giving her a hug as Katie turned to greet Larry. The sun kept you from seeing anything in great detail, but you could clearly tell that Katie had nothing on under the dress. Sharon did not make any comments and did not seem to be anything but her usual self, but her review of Katie was a bit more than casual.

We made our way to the entrance and checked in with the hostess. We were quickly seated at our table and conversation turned to our options for the evening’s meal. The lighting was such that Katie’s dress gave vague shadows of what lay beneath, enough to catch the attention of our waiter whose eyes seemed to drift to Katie when given the chance. I was not the only one to catch the waiter’s object of attention. Sharon also noted the effect that Katie’s dress had on him. I also noticed a couple other guys in our vicinity glancing Katie’s way and I am sure that Sharon was noticing this as well.

Other than this, our dinner proceeded about the same as any other time the four of us got together. We talked about what was going on at our jobs, how Larry and Sharon’s girls were doing, and various other news from daily life. The meal was good, as always, and after our desserts we paid our bill and walked out into the evening air. We were in a relaxed, jovial mood. I didn’t just want to end the night there and since it was still early not to mention the fact that the kids were with the grandparents I knew that we would end up at one of our houses. Still, I didn’t really feel like just climbing into our cars yet so I suggested that we take a stroll through the gardens. As evening settled in the paths were lit by small lights, so it makes for a pleasant, intimate little walk through the paths. The evening was beautiful and I could see a few other people wandering around through the gardens, so I wasn’t expecting enough privacy to be able to replay our previous exploits. And in the dim lighting, Katie’s dress did not reveal much.

We wandered back along one of the paths, just enjoying the evening and looking around at the plantings again. Can you tell that we are gardeners? As we walked, Katie and Sharon gravitated together ahead of Larry and me as the four of us split into “girl talk” and “guy talk” conversations. As we strolled along, there were landscape lights along the path at regular intervals that kept things illuminated enough to see where you were going, but not bright like a sidewalk or parking lot in a public space. I wasn’t really thinking about Katie’s dress, mainly because with the dim light there was not much to see. But as we came to a tee intersection in the paths with a light directly ahead of us at the intersection, I began to notice the shadows of Katie’s legs through her dress as she walked closer to the light. As she and Sharon drew closer to the light, I was not the only one to take notice of the view as I heard something halfway between an intake of breath and a low whistle from Larry. We both just sort of stopped where we were standing to take in the view as Katie got closer to the light.

At the intersection, the ladies paused and turned around to see which way we wanted to go. It caught them slightly off guard to find that we were a few steps further back than they were expecting and that we were both just staring at them. They both looked at us, turned to look at each other, and then turned to look at us once again.

Almost in unison they both asked, “What’s up with you guys?”

Larry seemed just a little guilty about being caught and did not say anything so I made a comment about enjoying the view.

Again, almost in unison, the ladies turned to look behind them. It was as good as any comedy routine. They looked back to us and then looked at each other. In the process of all this, they were facing each other, so Katie was sideways to us and the view was not nearly as good as it had been a moment earlier.

I knew Katie was just playing along what with her standing over the landscape light in our backyard before to show me the results. But I was surprised that Sharon had not caught on to what was going on. She was playing the perfect straight person in this little comedy routine. Looking at Katie, she finally took a step back and looked down at Katie’s dress as she realized what the view really was. She took another step back towards us and Katie turned a bit towards her, allowing the shadows of her legs to be seen once again. Sharon continued to back up until she was standing with us, telling Katie that she was most certainly the view. Katie leaned forward to look down at her legs, pretending to catch on to what was going on. She moved backwards, closer to the light, and let her legs drift apart a bit. She looked back up at us and asked if that was any better. You could clearly see the silhouette of her legs rising up to where they joined but the angle of the light to her was wrong and you could not see much detail at the juncture of her legs.

Sharon gave a short laugh and said that you could just about see everything.

“Oh, if you want to see everything then I should go like this,” Katie said.

She took a look around us to see if anyone was close. The plantings in the garden were not high enough to make the paths into a maze, but were high enough to give some privacy from one area to another. Confirming that nobody could really see what we were up to, she lifted the hem of her dress just enough that she could take another step backwards over the light and then let her dress fall back down. The landscape light was a bit higher than ours, coming up between her knees. But again her dress was lit up like a Chinese paper lantern. She had to spread her legs a bit more to straddle the lamp, which only did a better job of showing her charms. The light mostly went out to the sides from the lamp, it did not shine directly up towards her nether region. But her dress caught the light enough that everything up to her waist was plainly lit. We could all see neatly trimmed and shaven vulva with her full labia.

I was not sure what exact effect this was having on Larry and Sharon. They were mute in their observation of my wife. But I knew the effect she was having on me! Both the sight of her naked beneath her dress as well as the fact that she was exposing herself to two of our closest friends not to mention doing it in a fairly public space was definitely causing me to swell and harden.

Katie broke the silence by asking if this showed her more clearly.

Larry was able to find enough voice to say, “Ummm, yeah, pretty much so.”

Sharon added, “Ahh, yep, pretty clearly. Might as well have nothing on at all.”

Again she had stumbled into Katie’s setup.

Katie got a slightly lopsided grin and I was sure her eyes were twinkling as she just said, “Ok.”

Picking at the sides of her dress along her thighs, she started to slowly draw it up her legs. We were all silent as we watched the hem slowly rise up to expose her calves, her knees, and then more and more of her thighs. As the dress cleared the lamp, its light glared at us, actually making it a bit harder for us to see Katie as clearly for a moment. Still, it was entrancing to watch the hem slowly climb her legs and I wondered how far she would take this. Our eyes adjusted to the light, though, and we watched as the material uncovered the tops of her thighs and the juncture of her legs began to show again below the bunched up material.

The material continued to rise, fully showing her labia and had just started to rise up the trimmed patch of her pubes when Katie suddenly went “Whup!” and dropped the hem as she strode back over to us.

As the spell broke, I turned enough to see another couple coming around behind us. I doubted that they had seen anything and as they passed the four of us it was pretty much confirmed that they had missed the show as they only gave pleasant smiles, no sign of wondering what we had been up to a moment before.

As the couple passed further away, Sharon said under her breath that Katie was bad, causing Katie to give a little laugh.

She replied that she hoped she had not been too bad and asked for Sharon’s forgiveness.

Sharon told her that it was not a problem.

The spell had been broken, though, and we moved on through the garden as we talked and looked at the landscaping. I was hoping that Katie would take the opportunity to expose herself again, but the chance did not present itself. What she had done was in the spirit of fun. If she had made another attempt I realized that it would seem forced, like telling the same joke over again after it had gotten a good laugh the first time.

We walked and talked amongst ourselves for another half hour before Katie suggested that we get going. When Sharon agreed, Katie immediately asked if they would have time to come back to our place for a drink or two. We had wine with our dinner, but not to excess, and the dinner and time in the gardens had been over the course of a couple hours. Larry and Sharon accepted our offer and we all headed to our cars.

Once we were in our car, Katie was beaming and asked how she did.

I told her that she was wonderful, that I was only disappointed that she had to stop when she did. I gave her a kiss and asked her how far she would have gone if the other couple had not come along when they did.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked me how far I wanted her to go.

I replied that she should have a pretty good idea by now that I wouldn’t be terribly upset if she never had to wear clothes again, but that I wanted to know how far she would have felt comfortable going at that moment.

She gave me a smile and said that she was not exactly sure. The practical side of her had said that she was in a public place, so that part of her was saying that it would be best to not remove the dress totally. Pull it up to her armpits at the very most, but be ready to drop it back into place if anyone came (as she had done). She paused for a moment and then continued, saying that the truth of the matter was that she was flying on the moment at the time, just doing what seemed right. The thought had crossed her mind to pull the dress over her head and continue to walk through the gardens completely naked. When she first saw the other couple, this side of her had given her first thought of continuing to lift her dress and include them in the show. The practical side had argued to not make a scene and she had chickened out.

I asked her what she had planned for when we got home.

She responded that she was doing her best to not think about it, not plan anything, just play things as they came and see what felt right at the moment.

I agreed with her and trusted her judgment. Katie is definitely the more intuitive one of the two of us when it comes to dealing with people. Besides that, I also understood where she was coming from. Just as if making another attempt to expose herself in the gardens would have come across as forcing the issue, things just had to be played by the moment tonight. It could not be scripted. If things felt right for her, I had no doubt that Katie would take advantage of the situation.

Normally, it seems that the trip home never takes as long as the trip going to someplace. Perhaps because anticipating the arrival makes it seem like it is taking longer to reach the destination. So even though we were headed home, the anticipation seemed to draw things out. Despite what Katie had said about not thinking about what would happen, I know that I was thinking about it and I’m sure that some thoughts were finding their way into her head as well. We talked a bit and listened to the radio on the drive, but I think that we both breathed an internal sigh of relief when we pulled into our driveway. Both of us are generally patient people, but that is only when we are able to do something. Sitting around, not able to do anything, drives both of us crazy to varying degrees.