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Wife Shows Off For Young Stranger
by KMG (dirtylittlegirl81@yahoo.com)

***

This is a true story about the time I blatantly flashed 
a young stranger in a pool hall, written by my husband, 
who witnessed and encouraged the whole thing. It was a 
nerve-racking but exhilarating experience that got my 
heart racing and turned both of us on immensely. It 
remains one of our favorite memories. And although the 
story stops short of it, we were so turned on that we 
had AMAZING, dirty hotel sex afterwards. (MF, wife, exh)

***

Back when my now-wife was still my mistress, we were in 
that delicious stage where you're right on the cusp of 
starting to fall in love, and just being in the same 
room with each other makes you horny as hell.
 
We'd met at work. Me, a 31-year-old up-and-coming 
middle-manager at a Fortune 200 company. Her, a 19-year-
old hard body temp secretary, a red head with long 
naturally-curly Jezebel hair and a dangerous smile. We'd 
been carrying on a torrid office affair for months.

One night after work I managed to meet up with her at a 
local Dave &Buster's adult arcade. It was a random 
weeknight and the weather wasn't great, so the place was 
pretty empty. We got drinks and rented a pool table. The 
place is huge, and there must be 20 tables on two 
different levels. Other than us, there were a couple 
other guys on one table on the other side of the 
billiards area, and an attendant sitting at a little 
podium in case anyone needed assistance.

She turns heads wherever we go. This particular night 
she was wearing a pair of tight black dress slacks that 
hugged her hot ass, sexy black open-toe heels, and a 
scarlet-red wrap-around top with a neckline that dipped 
down to display a tasteful amount of cleavage, clinging 
tightly to her C-cups and narrow torso. 

I couldn't keep my hands off of her, and didn't try. 
Stalking various shots around the table, we exchanged 
dozens of sultry smiles, and I reached out for a gentle 
touch every time we passed by each other... a quick 
subtle brush of her hand, ass, or breast. We both knew 
it was all just build-up for the main event afterwards.

As the games of pool and drinks started to accumulate, 
we got even more flirty and touchy-feely with each 
other. She began to cock tease me openly, making sure to 
pick shots directly in front of where I was sitting, 
bending deeply at the waist and even arching her back 
over the table so her ass was on display right in front 
of me. Or, she'd choose a shot directly across the table 
from my perch on a high stool, bending over the table 
the same way to hang her impressive cleavage over the 
table. By this point I was ¾ hard just from looking at 
her, being near her, and touching her.

I also noticed that we'd gotten the attention of the 
young pool room attendant at the podium a few tables 
away. We were practically the only ones in the section, 
and with K bending all over the table, he'd definitely 
noticed her. He was trying to be subtle, but he was 
checking her out every chance he got.

She was getting a little giddy from the drinks, while I 
was just starting to catch a nice buzz. She lost another 
game to me, and I watched her from the end of the table 
as she bent down over the triangle arranging balls in 
the rack, her tits swaying as she placed each ball.

I told her she could break. She lined up the shot, but 
she'd never been good a tit. A sly grin came across her 
face.

Bending all the way over to address the cue ball, she 
looked back at me and said, "Show me how to break. I 
suck at it."

Of course I came up behind her, leaned over her and 
placed my hands over hers on the stick. It gave me every 
opportunity to brush up against her, smelling her 
intoxicating perfume, my hot breath on her neck. I was 
now at full mast, my hard-on clearly evident as I 
brushed up against her ass.

"What you want to do," I started, "is grab the stick 
nice and firmly, make sure it's good and solid..." (with 
that I started to push my hard cock against her ass) 
"... then give it a good long hard stroke..." (thrusting 
against her harder)"...and just drive it all the way 
into the balls." (again ramming myself even harder 
against her tight butt). 

I couldn't resist reaching around and rubbing her pussy 
through her pants briefly before I backed away, now 
returning the tease. Her mouth hung open in pure lust as 
she shot me a wanton look over her shoulder.

The sexual tension had built up to the point where I 
knew we wouldn't be here much longer, but I was enjoying 
her posing and teasing so much that I didn't want it to 
end right away.

Sure enough, she said, "You wanna get out of here?" with 
a serious twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm having fun," I said. "Let's play a couple more 
games and then go."

She agreed, suddenly overcome with the urge to pee. She 
excused herself to go to the restroom. 

There was a baseball game on TV, and I noticed the 
attendant guy pretending to be engrossed in the game 
overhead, in between quick glances at K's ass, which 
shimmied and shook as she strutted away towards the 
bathroom in her heels.

After a moment I sidled up next to him, looking up at 
the game, and asked what the score was. We exchanged a 
couple minutes of sports talk, instantly bonding the way 
only guys can do.

After a pause in the conversation, I nudged him with an 
elbow, both of us still looking up at the screen.

"How 'bout that redhead, huh?"

Halfway engrossed in the game and not quite paying 
attention, he blurted out, "Yeah, dude, she's hot. Great 
little body, and..." He trailed off, suddenly aware of 
what he was saying, and shot me a panicked look. "I'm 
sorry, I didn't mean, I mean she's probably your wife or 
something, I..."

I chuckled and told him it was cool. A look of relief 
washed over his face.

"Let me ask you something," I said. "You like tits?" I 
couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Uh, yeah, sure. As much as the next guy."

"Would you be offended if I could get her to show you 
hers?"

"The redhead? Are you kidding me? I mean, no, not at 
all!"

"OK. Here's what I'm gonna do. This next game, I'm gonna 
make a bet with her that if she loses, she has to show 
you her tits. Would you be cool with that?"

"Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, I'd love it, I just gotta 
worry about my job here. We just gotta be careful it's 
not too obvious to anyone else, and make sure my boss 
isn't around. And if he happens to see, I'm gonna 
pretend like I had no idea she was gonna do it and I'm 
offended. Is that cool?"

"We'll make sure it's not too obvious. Just be cool with 
her, don't make it a huge deal. Let her take the lead, 
don't be obnoxious or start laughing or begging or 
anything. You won't even have to ask, just follow her 
lead. I'll set it all up. And you can look all you want, 
but don't touch. Cool?"

"Cool! Dude, you're awesome."

"Here she comes. I'll send her over to you in a game or 
two... Oh, and by the way... you can check her out all 
you want while we play, I really don't care." He blushed 
a little at my last comment as I walked away.


She came bouncing back to the table, still giddy from 
the drinks and the sexual tension. I started racking the 
balls, and proposed a wager: If she won, I'd figure out 
a way to spend a full night with her (which was a rarity 
for us at the time). If I won... (I pretended to have to 
think about it for a moment), she'd have to... I don't 
know, flash the attendant guy.

She was so excited about the possibility of spending a 
full night with me that I'm not sure she really even 
heard the part about her losing.

Our flirting and touching continued throughout the game. 
But I actually put a little concentration into it, and 
was making quick work of knocking all my balls in the 
pockets. 

Towards the last couple balls when it was pretty obvious 
she was going to lose, she started pulling out all the 
stops, bending down over the table with her tits hanging 
over my ball, and pulling her shirt down to reveal a 
ridiculous valley of cleavage, even turning around and 
shaking her ass right behind my ball. 

I made sure to give a couple glances towards the 
attendant guy, who was now watching every move she made 
intently. I grinned at the show she was giving him, but 
she was too tipsy and into the game to notice him 
staring at her.

I finally sank the last ball, laid down my cue, and 
approached her with a hug.

"Guess it's time for you to pay up," I said. Her eyes 
flashed a little wide.

"Oh God, you were serious?!"

"A bet's a bet."

"You really want me to flash that guy?"

"That was the bet," I grinned.

"You fucking pervert. You're getting off on this!" she 
exclaimed.

"Maybe," I admitted, and then leaned in to whisper in 
her ear. "Hun, you're beautiful, you have a fantastic 
body, you're so incredibly sexy I can't take my eyes off 
of you, and I'm so incredibly proud to be with you. He 
can't take his eyes off of you either. He's been 
watching you bending all over this table teasing me for 
the last hour. Let's have a little fun. God knows you 
have the goods, and don't mind showing off. Come on. For 
me."

She seemed to be halfway convinced, but not quite ready 
to jump in with both feet yet.

"He probably doesn't even want to see me," she argued.

"He does. I asked him when you were in the bathroom." 
 
She wheeled around and punched me in the bicep. "No you 
didn't!" she gasped.

"Sure I did. He's VERY interested. He definitely wants 
to see you. He's totally cool with it. He's just worried 
his boss doesn't see."

She looked over at him and didn't say anything for a 
moment. Somehow I knew she was going to do it.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," she said. 
Let her blame it on me all day long. That was fine if it 
helped her get past the last remnants of her 
inhibitions. With that, she shrugged her shoulders as if 
to say, 'OK, let's go.'

"Now hang on a minute," I said. "If you're gonna flash 
him, you gotta do it right. None of this, 'Whip the 
shirt up and back down as fast as you can' crap. Let me 
give you a lesson on the proper way to flash."

She listened intently as I gave her instructions on the 
proper way to show her tits to a complete stranger. I 
gave sort of a half-assed air-demo with my own hands as 
I talked her through it.

"Pull your shirt up to your bra, and grab your bra by 
the bottom on the way up. Pull your shirt and bra up 
over your tits. While you're holding your shirt up, push 
your forearms in, to push your tits up and together so 
they look all nice and perky and big for him. Then count 
to ten... slowly. And bounce on your toes a little so 
they bounce up and down for him while you're counting. 
When you're done, give them a nice shake for him (as I 
showed her how to shake her shoulders and torso side-to-
side) before you pull your shirt down."

By now she was starting to giggle and her face was 
flushed crimson red, and getting redder by the minute.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said, her 
voice a heady mixture of embarrassed and excited. "Let's 
go before I lose my nerve."

We walked over to the attendant's podium. I was trailing 
a few steps behind her.
He saw us coming and greeted K with a shit-eating grin. 
They exchanged awkward Hi's. A moment of silence hung in 
the air, both of them embarrassed. I could tell he was 
afraid to say anything for fear of saying the wrong 
thing and screwing this up. 

Finally K piped up, "Umm, I just lost a bet, and 
apparently I'm supposed to flash you. He said you were 
cool with it," jerking a thumb over her shoulder at me.

"Yeah, totally," he said. "We just gotta be kinda 
discreet. There's a couple kids in the back, and I don't 
wanna get fired."

K glanced around nervously, trying to gauge if anyone 
was in the area to see. I took the lead and said, "Come 
around here to the other side of the podium, that way 
your back will be to the bar and hallway." She nodded in 
agreement and took a few steps to the other side.

Another uncomfortable moment hung in the air as she 
stood before him. Glancing at me, she shrugged her 
shoulders and asked, "So, like, just go ahead and whip 
them out right here?"

"Sure," I answered, unable to stop the grin spreading 
across my face. "A bet is a bet."

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then glanced around 
to see if anyone was watching. There were two guys down 
at the other end of the pool room that looked like they 
were halfway paying attention, but I seriously doubted 
they'd be offended. Nobody else was around.

She looked back at him, her face flushing a fresh shade 
of red.

"Can you believe he even gave me a lesson on the right 
way to do this?" she laughed.

She gave a tentative tug on her shirt and threw one last 
glance at me. I nodded with grinning encouragement for 
her to go ahead.

She took one last quick look around, and pulled her 
shirt and bra up over her gorgeous C-cup tits. Her 
nipples were already standing straight out. My heart was 
already pounding in my ears so hard I couldn't even hear 
the music.

Remembering what I'd told her, she held her shirt up and 
pushed her tits together with her forearms. Her nervous 
smile told me she was enjoying this, even as scared as 
she was. Goddamn, she looked so fucking radiant standing 
there in a public place willingly showing herself to a 
complete stranger. The taut curves of her body, the 
bounce and heave of her breasts were pure sex. The red 
plume on her cheeks, pure exhilaration. Her eyes lit up 
with the headiest cocktail of excitement, embarrassment, 
confidence, and lust a man could imagine. At that moment 
I fell a little more in love with her.

I had to bite off a little chuckle when I heard her 
start to count out loud. "One... Two... Three..." The 
guy looked at her quizzically.

Realizing she was counting out loud, she giggled and 
told him, "He told me to count to ten. I guess he didn't 
mean out loud haha."

I could see her rib cage rising and falling, her 
breathing getting more rapid as she stood before him, 
showing off her tits. When she glanced at me, standing 
behind him and off to the side, I bounced up on the 
balls of my feet to remind her to do the same. She shook 
her head and followed suit. Her milky boobs began to 
bounce up and down.

The guy let out a low groan and gasped, "Oh my God..." 
under his breath. I doubted he realized either had been 
out loud.

K broke out in a fresh grin at his reaction. What seemed 
like a full minute later (it was probably more like 15 
seconds), she'd apparently gotten all the way to ten, 
and shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her 
shirt back down, quickly glancing around the room to see 
if anybody else had seen. I did the same, and luckily no 
one had.

K took one look at the astonished look of lustful 
worship on the young guy's face, and broke out in 
laughter. She held a hand over her mouth and couldn't 
seem to stop. He was almost as embarrassed as he was 
hungry for her, and started to laugh at himself along 
with her.

Finally she gathered herself enough to start to 
apologize. "I'm sorry, it's just... You were just so... 
The look on your face..." It was no use. She broke out 
in another fit of laughter. We both laughed along with 
her.

Once the nervous energy had died down a minute later, he 
began to gush his appreciation.

"I uh, Wow. Wow! I don't really know what to say. I feel 
like I should say Thanks. So, Thanks. Wow," he babbled.

She shot me a haughty look. "I think he liked it, 
Honey," she said. I agreed.

"Liked it? I loved it! You really are beautiful. Wow."

"Oh stop," she laughed. "You're just saying that because 
I just showed you my tits."

"And I just have to say, you have really, really nice 
tits. Incredible."

"Well thank you," she gushed. "He seems to like them," 
she said to me, giving me a hungry, loving glance. I 
knew we'd probably be fucking in the parking lot in a 
matter of minutes.

"Wow, that, like, totally made my day. I was having a 
really shitty day up 'til then," he said.

K didn't seem anxious to walk away from the compliments 
flowing out of the guy, so we hung around for a few 
minutes. We all talked about how no one had seen her 
(except for the two guys a few tables down, who were 
still glancing our way occasionally in hopes she might 
do it again). 

The attendant kept thanking her, gushing about how nice 
her tits were, talking about how that had never happened 
to him before, about how he'd never forget it, and 
saying "Wow," over and over. He seemed like a genuinely 
nice guy, and K was eating up all his comments.

Finally the nervous energy was all but gone, and there 
seemed to be nothing left to say. We started to say our 
goodbyes.

He blurted out, "Hey, after all that, I don't think we 
ever introduced ourselves. My name's P--"

I cut him off. "Let's just leave it without the 
introductions. It's more fun if you're a stranger."

He didn't push it and said it was cool. Just as we were 
about to turn and walk away, he took a quick glance 
around and said very sweetly to K (with a glance at me), 
"Hey, could I ask you to do it just one more time again 
before you leave?"

She smiled at him, obviously flattered by his earnest 
request, and then glance over at me. 
 
"Please?!" he added eagerly.

"What do you think, Hun?" she asked me.

"Go for it," I grinned.

She was already reaching for her shirt tail and looking 
around to make sure the coast was clear.

"OK," she grinned at him. "Just a quick one."

"I'll take whatever I can get," he panted, his eyes 
already locked on her chest in anticipation.

She lifted her shirt up, again shoving her tits 
together, and bouncing on her toes for him. He devoured 
her with his eyes, looking her up and down longingly, 
glancing back and forth from her sexy smile to her 
exposed nipples and rounded breasts. You could almost 
sense that it was killing him not to reach out and try 
to touch her.

I expected her to only flash him for a couple seconds, 
but was pleasantly surprised when she held her pose for 
him for even longer than the first time. This time, as 
she finally took a quick look to see if anyone was 
looking and began to lower her shirt, he quickly asked, 
"Oh, can you shake them again for me?" She smiled and 
shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her 
shirt back down.

"GOD you have nice tits!" he gushed again.

By this point I was so turned on I could scarcely 
contain myself. I grabbed her by the elbow with a 
devilish grin, and made quick work of goodbyes with the 
lucky attendant. 

My rush to get her alone was suddenly derailed by the 
realization my bladder was about to burst. I steered her 
towards the restrooms, her disappearing in the Ladies as 
I entered the large Men's room.
 
In front of a urinal and blowing out a big sigh of 
relief, somehow I wasn't surprised when I glanced to my 
right and realized the attendant was unzipping at the 
urinal next to me.
 
"Your girl is so hot, Dude," he started.
 
I mumbled a thanks, knowing where he was headed.
 
"I'd love to see her again..." he started, as I zipped 
up and made quick work of rinsing my hands to escape the 
restroom before he could accost us further. Right now 
all I wanted to do was get her alone.
 
Suddenly we were back at my car in the parking garage. 
Our bodies brushed together as I unlocked her door, and 
as keyed up as we were, that was all it took. The next 
thing I knew her pants were undone and slid down around 
her hips standing beside the car, with two of my fingers 
buried in her cunt. 

She managed to work my pants down to my upper thighs and 
spring my diamond-hard cock from my boxers, stroking me 
hungrily as our mouths met in a deep kiss. We kept it up 
for a few minutes until a guy came out the door headed 
for our section of the lot. We quickly zipped up and 
jumped in the car...

END

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