1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11


    Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Wife Author: vanessa.evans, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... off at the hotel entrance and I felt amazing walking in on Dylan’s arm. I felt like we were walking on the red carpet at a big celebrities awards night. With each step I could feel the front of the dress opening and floating behind me. I was sure that anyone on my right would be have been able to see my bare stomach right down to my tingling clit.

The dress settled down as we entered a huge room and we just stood there waiting to be shown to our table. Someone had gone to a lot or work with guest placements so that none of Henry’s team were sat at the same table. Dylan and I were sat at a table with 4 other couples, all around twice my age.

As we approached the table I saw one man raise his eyebrows as he stared at me. I wondered if my right nipple had escaped or I was walking fast enough for my bare pubis to be exposed, but I didn’t look down to see. Instead I just smiled at everyone as we all introduced ourselves.

Dylan was sat to my left and as the man on my right, Terry, was talking to me I saw that his eyes kept going down to my bare right leg and most of my stomach. I glanced down at my chest and pretended to discover that my right nipple had escaped. As I pulled the front of of my dress to my right to cover my nipple I said,

“Oops, sorry about that Terry, elegant dresses do have a habit of being difficult to keep in place don’t they? I do hope that you aren’t offended.”

“Don’t worry about it Esther, my wife used to occasionally have a similar problem. ...
    ... I guess that it’s a penalty of looking so beautiful.”

I looked passed Terry to his wife, June. She was talking to the man on her right and I thought,

“Jeez, I can’t imagine her in a revealing dress, way too big.”

The next hour or so went with general chit-chat, most of it about the company. The waiters who came round serving drinks and the food were all very polite and one guy actually blushed when I caught him looking at my exposed right nipple, you see it had a habit of escaping when I turned to talk to either Dylan or Terry.

Of course I pretended to not notice most of the time but whenever I caught someone staring at my chest I looked down then adjusted my dress knowing that my nipple would soon be exposed again. I usually just apologised for my wardrobe malfunction. A couple of the ladies expressed their sympathy for me. I guessed that my fake embarrassed look was working.

Towards the end of the meal I felt Dylan’s right hand slide under the napkin that had been spoiling Terry’s view since we started eating. Instinctively, I spread my knees a bit so that Dylan could access my pussy and his fingers slid up to my pussy and I felt his little finger touch my clit.

I closed my eyes and I guess that I had a strange look in my face because Terry said,

“Are you alright Esther, you look a little pained?”

I opened my eyes, turned my head to face Terry, smiled and replied,

“Yes, I’m fine thanks, I just had a moment.”

Dylan squeezed my left thigh and I ...
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