Chapter 1- Exposed
It was Friday. I had just finished the day's work, signed off, and closed my laptop when my husband, Michael, called.
"Hello, Love, what's up?" I answered.
"Honey, great news, I closed the Mitchell deal. It means a large commission. I feel like celebrating. How's dinner at Philipe's sound and a club after?"
Excited, I replied, "I would love it. It's been too long since we had an evening out."
"Great, I know it's short notice. I'll make the reservations for eight. I'll be home around six."
It was mid-afternoon, so I had plenty of time to get ready. I headed upstairs to take a bath and decide what to wear. No sooner than I was about to enter my lilac-scented bath when the doorbell rang.
Oh, lord, I thought, who could that be? I hastily grabbed my robe and went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, a young man stood with a bouquet of red roses and a gift-wrapped package.
Surprised, I said, "Well, hello, what do we have here?"
"Are you Marisa? he asked.
I replied, "Yes I am."
He handed me the package and bouquet, "I'll need you to sign here."
"Let me put these away and I'll be right back." I left him there, took the items to the kitchen, and placed them on the dining table. I grabbed a twenty from my purse.
Upon returning, I hadn't noticed the sash had loosened on my robe, partially exposing my breast. I returned and took the offered clipboard to sign. As I signed, the sash came undone. I handed him back the clipboard and the twenty. He stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape.
There I stood exposed. I giggled as I re-tied the sash, "Oh my, I bet you didn't expect that. Thank you, and have a nice day."
Closing the door, the reality hit me. I leaned back against the door. My breathing quickened, and I felt a wave of heat run through me. I had reacted so casually to being exposed to the young man. Hell, I even giggled in response.
Though unintentional, I had exposed myself. There was a full-length mirror in the foyer. I released the sash and looked at my nude reflection. My breasts were swollen, and my nipples flushed with arousal. This was the sight that met the young man's eyes.
My breasts rose and fell. With bated breath, I lightly caressed my breasts and teased my aroused nipples, then pinched and pulled them. I moaned as the sensations sent tremors through me and felt the warmth emanating from my moistened vagina.
I slid down the door and sat with my legs spread. I watched myself in the mirror as I ran a finger along my labia, then slipped it into my hot, wet depths. I imagined his eyes upon me as the pleasure overtook me.
With my free hand, I rubbed my clit, my need for release intense. I writhed now with my fingers plunging in and out of me as I furiously rubbed my clit.
"Oh, God!" I shouted as the waves hit, and my body shuddered in the throes as I climaxed.
Sated, I gazed at myself spread-eagled on the floor. What had come over me? I recalled the event with the video that Michael's associate Todd had mistakenly seen. I had revealed to Michael my possible exhibitionist tendency. The thrill I felt was further proof that I enjoyed being exposed. My bath awaited, and I needed to get ready for our evening.
I finished my bath. I was glad I no longer needed to shave. I had Lazer treatments to remove the hair from my pubes, ass, and underarms. I talked Michael into joining me, and he had his pubes and ass hair done. It took a couple of treatments, but we were both happy with the results. I loved Michael's hairless cock and balls. He was equally enamored with my smooth bald vagina.
I dried, donned my robe, and headed to the kitchen to check the package. I transferred the bouquet to a vase. There was a card with the roses. It read, 'To my sweet Loving wife, Michael.' The package was wrapped beautifully and embossed with the name of an intimate apparel shop called Seductions.
My heart fluttered as I opened the package, which revealed a shimmering silk ebony mini dress. I held it up to myself and noticed the hem set about mid-thigh. It was strapped with a v-plunge front and backless. It had built-in cups, so it didn't require a bra. There was also a red thong and a note.
I read the note. 'My Love, I know we haven't been out in a while since I have been so busy with work. This deal culminated in a large commission. I want nothing more than to celebrate it with you, my sweet, sexy, beautiful wife. I hope you like the dress and look forward to our evening together. Love Michael.'
Lord, I loved my handsome alpha male. With this dress, I would be on display. He must know the attention I would garner. He had said he appreciated the looks I received when we were out and was proud that I was his. I was equally proud of Michael, who drew plenty of attention.
When Michael arrived, I greeted him with a hug and a passionate kiss. I thanked him for the bouquet and dress. Without hesitating, I told him about my unintentional exposure and could tell he was a little miffed.
"Oh, Honey, I'm sorry it happened, please don't be mad."
He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Let's have a look."
Puzzled at first, He had his phone out, and I remembered we have a front door cam. He brought up the Ring app.
"Oh, good lord, the look on his face!" he exclaimed. After a minute, he showed me the video. What I didn't see after closing the door, but the camera did, was surprising.
He stood at the door, eyes wide still with disbelief. As he turned to walk away, he had a hand on his crotch, adjusting what must have been an erection. He returned to his car and got in but didn't leave immediately. Staring back at the door, he sat there. I could tell from the way his head leaned back and then the motion of his shoulder and upper arm that he was; I looked up at Michael, "Goodness, is he masturbating?"
Michael laughed, "Yep, it appears so."
Oh my, I didn't know what to say. I admit it aroused me that the sight of me had him jerking off in his car. But simultaneously, I worried about my Husband's reaction to this.
Michael looked at me, "Babe, you made that young man's day. I am a bit angry; the situation was dangerous, and I wasn't there to protect you. I hope you do realize the inherent danger of the situation."
I felt foolish, and he was right. I replied, "Yes, Love. I will be more careful and not intentionally put myself in that position again. Are we good?"
Michael smirked, taking me in his arms, "Yes, my Love, we're good. Let's put this behind us and get ready for our evening."
With that, we kissed and headed upstairs to get ready.
Michael was in the shower. I sat at the vanity, having finished my makeup. I slipped into the thong and then the dress. I donned my ruby earrings and pendant.
I stood before the mirror. Oh my! The dress hugged my body and accentuated my firm, round ass. The front offered a titillating view of my pert, full breasts. The open back sat just above my hips and revealed my entire back. The hem sat mid-thigh. Fortunately, I had a pair of four-inch ebony heels that paired perfectly with the dress. I was sure Michael would be thrilled.
I awaited Michael's appearance in the living room with a glass of Chardonnay. Before long, he arrived looking fabulous in his tailored black slacks and long-sleeved white silk dress shirt.
I rose and walked up to my Adonis and kissed him lovingly. I stepped back, reached up, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. "Now that's a lot better."
I did a pirouette and asked, "What do you think?"
"My God, woman, you look spectacular and so sexy. We better get going before I lose all control and ravish you here and now! I'll pull the car out of the garage and meet you out front."
Chapter 2 - Celebration
When I came out, he was waiting with the Porsche's passenger door open. When I entered, the hem rose, revealing my upper thighs as I slid into the seat. He noticed and winked at me.
We arrived at Philipe's, an upscale French restaurant. Michael pulled up front and got out, tossing the keys to the valet. Before he could come around, another attendant opened my door. He offered his hand to assist as I got out. His eyes locked on the hem of the dress as it slid up, and he got a glimpse of my creamy thighs. I smiled and thanked him. Michael noticed and smirked as I joined him.
Michael announced our reservation. I felt eyes upon me as the Maître d' led us to our table. The waiter arrived and took our order.
I ordered the Coq au Vin and Michael the Boeuf Bourguignon. The waiter suggested a Bourgogne Pinot Noir, which we accepted. The meal and wine paired perfectly, and we finished with flaming Crêpes Suzette prepared tableside.
We agreed. It was a most enjoyable and memorable meal.
As we stood outside waiting for the car, Michael asked, "Are you up for the club and some dancing at Lacy's."
"Of course, let's trip the night fantastic!" I replied.
As we walked up, there was a line. The doorman smiled at us and waved us forward, much to the chagrin of those waiting in line. He pulled the rope aside and let us in.
Lacy's was dimly lit and had a warm, romantic ambiance. The music was Soft Rock and Jazz. We were fortunate to find a booth. It was a half-circle and faced the dance floor.
I told Michael, "It surprised me that the doorman waved us ahead of everybody."
He chuckled, "They do that for sexy, attractive women, and you certainly are that. It draws the men in. They do the same with men. Look around. You'll notice they are well-dressed, which means fat wallets."
I remembered that Michael worked as a bouncer and bartender in college. "That makes sense. It's good for business. As I look around, you're right; they're well dressed and all very attractive men and women."
A waitress arrived, Michael started a tab, and we ordered drinks. The club had filled. The dance floor was crowded, and the music was loud bonlysive.
We were well into our drinks. I watched the couples dancing longingly. I giggled and asked, "Michael, are we here to sit and watch or dance?"
He smiled, "Why dance, of course." We stood and joined the crowd out on the floor. Michael was an excellent dancer. We danced to several songs. I told Michael I needed to use the ladies and would meet him at the table.
I felt giddy from excitement as I made my way through the crowd. Several men approached me with offers to dance or join them for a drink. I smiled, enjoying the attention, but politely declined as I went to the bathroom.
Returning, I was bumped and nearly fell but was spun into the arms of a man. He had been holding a beer bottle but dropped it to catch me. Fortunately, it didn't break. There I was, my body in the grasp of a stranger, breast pressed into his chest.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Thank you. I'm fine. I'm sorry about your beer," I replied, stepping back from his embrace.
He smiled, "That's okay, it was empty. I had just finished it."
Noticing it at his feet, I bent to pick it up. I didn't realize the view I offered him and all who bothered to look. The hem of my dress had ridden up revealing, except for the thong, my bare ass.
I heard someone say, "Nice ass babe!" It hit me as I stood with the bottle what had happened. Flustered, I smoothed down the hem. I handed him back his bottle, excused myself, and made my way back to our table.
Michael rose as I arrived, looking concerned. It must have been my expression. "Are you alright?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "I'm fine, take a seat, and I'll tell you about it. First, I was hit upon repeatedly on my way to and from the ladies. On my return, I was bumped. I nearly fell but was caught by a man. In doing so, he dropped his beer. I apologized and bent to pick up the bottle, not thinking about the short hem and that it had risen. Someone yelled nice ass. Embarased I felt foolish, but that was it."
Michael had a bemused look, chuckled, and said. "As far as being hit on, that's to be expected. My Lord, woman, you're beautiful and sexy. That dress adds to the attraction. I knew when I bought it the attention it would garner. So you unintentionally flashed your ass and gave quite a few a thrill. How'd it feel? Did it excite you?"
"Michael, Yes and no. I'm conflicted about this exhibitionist thing. I like being appreciated for my looks and that others think I'm sexy. I was enjoying the attention, but when the man yelled nice ass, I looked around. I didn't like the men leering at me. It made me feel cheap like a two-bit whore."
"Oh, Honey, don't think that. Look around at the women dressed to the nines, the same as you. That doesn't make them cheap because men lust and leer at them. They seek the same affirmation as you. You think about that. I haven't seen the waitress. I'm going to the bar to refresh our drinks."
Michael headed to the bar. I lost sight of him as the crowd blocked my view of it.
I sat lost in thought about Michael's reaction, watching the couples dancing. The women were carefree, enjoying themselves with their partners. I surmised some were single with their dates or looking to connect with someone.
A man appeared and asked me if I wanted to dance, I assume, seeing I was alone or wanted some company. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties, well-dressed, and handsome.
"You don't remember me," he said. "I'm the one who caught you back there. It's Mark, by the way. I could see you were embarrassed. I hope I didn't offend you, but you are quite lovely."
Not wanting to be rude, I replied, flashing my rings, "I'm Marisa, and I'm here with my husband. He is at the bar refreshing our drinks."
Michael had been okay with me accepting a dance or two with another in the past. I replied, "It's kind of you to ask, and as a thank you for assisting me earlier, I accept."
I stood and accepted his hand as he led me out. We danced, and Mark smiled, "You made quite an impression when you bent over. I know it was unintentional, and the lewd comment upset you. I just wanted to check that you were okay."
"I'm fine, though it was embarrassing and more so when I told my husband Michael."
"Was he upset? he asked.
"No, he found it amusing. He trusts me and isn't the jealous type. Though if given cause, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger."
He understood my meaning and kept things appropriate between us. As we moved around the dance floor, I noticed the bar. Michael was waiting for our drinks, and two beautiful women, who looked to be in their early twenties, were chatting with him. It reminded me what a chick magnet he was. As we neared, he saw me, smiled, and waved.
I nudged Mark and said, "That's my husband with the two ladies at the bar. Let me introduce you."
I took Mark's hand, and we walked up to the bar. The two women noticed us when Michael turned his attention to me.
"Excuse me, ladies. Michael, I want you to meet Mark. He's the gentleman who kept me from falling earlier."
Michael took his offered hand, as males do. Appraising each other as they shook hands, he said, "Nice to meet you, and thank you for assisting my wife."
Mark replied, "It was my pleasure to assist such a lovely young woman. You're a lucky man."
I noticed the two women were still hanging. Aside from my husband, Mark, an attractive male, had drawn their attention.
I turned to the two women and said, "I'm Marisa, and you are?"
The blonde's name was Jenna, and the redhead's was Vivian. I wasn't intimidated by the two. They were both gorgeous. Wearing bodycon mini dresses, their breasts were on display.
I winked at Michael, "So ladies, Mark, why don't you join us at our table?"
They seemed surprised at my offer but smiled and accepted. Michael got everyone's preference, and we all gathered at our table.
The turn of events tickled me as we were all snuggled together in the booth. Mark was sandwiched between Jenna and Vivian, then Michael and I. Our evening we had turned into a party. We drank and danced the night away.
I noticed Jenna was enamored with Mark, which pleased me, for he was handsome and friendly.
I danced with Vivian and felt a stirring sensation I hadn't experienced since my best friend, Sara. Michael knew I was Bi, and Sara had shared our bed. I wasn't sure, but I wondered if the feeling was mutual from the sparkle in Vivian's eyes as she looked at me.
I was also aware that Vivian had eyes for Michael. She wasn't obvious and didn't outright flirt, but I could see it when she danced with him. It didn't upset me. I was used to women being drawn to him.
The girls and I returned to the table. I was about to take a seat when Billy Joel's song. 'Just the Way You Are' started.
"Michael, that's our song." He stood and took my hand, and we hit the dance floor. Michael led me gracefully, and I melted into his arms. The memory of our wedding dance warmed my soul.
My head lay on his shoulder, and I enjoyed the scent of his cologne as we embraced and swayed to the music.
As the song says, I whispered to him, "I love you, Michael, just the way you are."
He lifted my chin, kissed me tenderly, and said, "Now and forever, Marisa, you're my muse, best friend, and best of all, wife."
"Oh, Love, I don't want this evening to end. I'm having so much fun and enjoying our new-found friends. The girls are delightful, and we exchange numbers. I have to confess an attraction to Vivian. I haven't, since Sara, been drawn to women. I hope that doesn't upset you. I might add she has eyes for you as well."
Michael chuckled and looked into my eyes, "Honey, thank you for being upfront with me. I noticed watching you two dance together. I'm fine with it, so let's just let loose and let come what may."
The song ended, and we returned to the table. The waitress came by and announced the last call. Mark mentioned he had a suite at the Matrix Hotel next door and invited us for a nightcap. The girls excitedly accepted.
I said to Michael, "I'm game if you are."
Seeing the excitement on my face, he smiled back at me, nodded, and said to Mark, "We accept. I'll settle the tab and meet you all out front."
Chapter 3 - Nightcap
It was a short walk to the Hotel. The girls and I giggled as we walked through the lobby to the elevator. Mark paused at the front desk and spoke to the receptionist.
He joined us inside and hit the button for the top floor. We entered this lavish suite. I don't know what Mark did for a living, but he was a wealthy man, at the very least.