How I changed Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 01

... leg when I walked. I'd never felt so free and sensual. It was wonderful.

"Let's go to town," he said, "and buy you some new clothes."

After parking, we went for coffee. I sensed the waiter looking down my dress at my tits. As soon as he was gone my excited husband said, "Did you see how he looked at you? He stared at your boobs."

I smiled, surprised at how much this seemed to be arousing him. We were both acting so much out of character.

We found a small boutique to buy what Steve called "sexy gear". He picked a couple of dresses and I tried them on. The changing cubicle had a curtain at the front and was in the main shop. The first dress he didn't like. "Not daring enough."

I slipped out of the dress and, as I stood in just my thong, he opened the curtain a little to look in and left the gap. I had no idea why until moments later when I looked up and saw an older man staring at me.. Steve was starting to get into showing me off.

I dressed slowly so the man had a good look and even adjusted my thong, flashing my bald pussy. Though it was fun, it didn't do as much for me as for my husband. I wanted, almost needed, stronger action.

Eventually, we bought two dresses and sexy g-strings, and I suggested going to the beach. We'd heard about a quiet, sandy cove and I hoped I might have an adventure there. After all, the only beachwear I had with me was the tiny thong.

Though the sun was shining, hardly anyone was on the beach. We walked to the rocks at the ...

... far end and spread the car blanket on the sand. Dress removed, I lay on the blanket in my thong. Looking down at me, hubby undressed and I saw he was hard inside his shorts. He said he'd better swim to cool down.

Spoilsport!

While he was swimming, two young guys sat quite near. To my amazement, they stripped off completely. I learned later that the beach was known for its unofficial nudism. I don't know who was looking most -- them or me. They were tanned and muscular and this increased my moistness. Back from his swim, my husband noticed the young men. "The water's lovely," he said. "Why don't you have a dip?"

"Okay."

I walked slowly toward the sea. From the rear, I would appear naked. The water was cool as I waded up to my waist before taking a deep breath and diving under. Virtually naked, swimming under a blue sky with the sun shining, felt idyllic.

As I waded out, the thong was squeezed between my pussy lips. I didn't bother to adjust it as I walked back to my husband. The guys also looked at me.

"I know, I'll take some photos while you're still wet from your swim." Steve jumped to his feet. "Over there, by that flat rock."

I perched on the rock while he prepared his camera. The warmth was lovely on my naked bottom and my nipples hardened. I could see the guys looking -- and I wanted them.

"Smile."

Click! I moved to another position. Click!

"Open your legs slightly."

I willingly obliged. Steve stared at my pussy, the lips almost completely ...