My Wife, the Closet Exhibitionist [MF Public]

It was my 40th birthday, and so far it sucked. I had to go into work early for an overseas conference call, but to make up for it I got to stay late for another one. By the time I got done at 7:00 PM I had been there for over 13 hours. My wife had suggested that we meet for a late dinner afterwards, just the two of us, and unwind a little to celebrate surviving the day, and the 40 years before it. As I headed to the restaurant, I admitted to myself that I really just wanted to go home and relax. When I got to the restaurant, a hip, “dark” place I had never been before, my wife Kristen was already at the table. 5 years younger than me, she was definitely the “better half”. Long brown hair, D size breasts, and hips that I loved to hold on to while we made love. Her slim waist hid nicely the fact that she had given birth to three children and her green eyes sparkled in the light from the candle as she stood to kiss me. She looked beautiful tonight, and I was instantly glad I came.

“How was work” she asked sweetly, giving me her best ‘I honestly care about your day’ look, which I didn’t buy. Being in IT, my daily activities rarely appealed to her more artistic side.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I retorted, “let’s have a drink”.

We chatted and drank and unwound for a bit, and I was starting to feel quite a bit better. Kristen, usually not much of a drinker, had had several rounds and seemed to be feeling quite well herself. I noticed that she had dressed more provocatively than usual, in a sleeveless dress that showed off her shoulders nicely, as well as her cleavage, and her legs. As we were getting ready for dessert, she asked if I was ready for my present?

“I thought you were my present,” I replied, giving her a wink.

“Oh you have no idea,” was her simple response. Then she handed me an envelope from her purse. “I had to write it beforehand, while I still had the nerve,” she stated. “Read it when I’m in the bathroom.”

The note stated that for my birthday, she would grant me three “wishes”, or requests for her to do whatever I asked, no arguments or complaints or limits, as long as she didn’t end up in jail or the hospital. That was it, I could do with it as I so desired. Ideas instantly flooded my mind, things that I had asked her to in the bedroom and she had always refused. Anal sex, third partner, camcorder, the list went on and on. I doubted her resolve, however, and had a feeling that by the end of the night I would see some restrictions coming forth.

Nevertheless, I was excited, and maybe a little turned on. OK, a lot turned on, and she noticed when she came back from the bathroom. “I see you liked my little note,” she smiled as she sat down, making sure to press her foot into my crotch.

I decided to test her resolve, right now. “Underwear, now, ” I stated. “Bra and panties, in my hands.” I looked at her hard, daring her to disobey. To her great honor, and my great surprise, she lifted her ass off the seat and reached up her dress to pull down her panties, and handed them to me, a black thong. Then she reached around her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it off one arm and then the other and handing it to me as well. Her dress had a hard time holding in her breasts, and they looked like they were about to spill out, her hard nipples poking through. I had just stowed her unmentionables away on the seat next to me when our waiter brought our desserts.

“Oh, um, can I, um get you anything else,” he stammered, completely unable to take his eyes off my wife’s chest.

“Just the check”, I replied, now suddenly anxious to get out of there, despite my raging hard-on.

“Ready to leave so soon?” Kristen purred, as the waiter stumbled away? “Why don’t we have a little fun first?” She then pulled her dress up to her waist, so her ass was directly on the bench, and after looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention, lifted it all the way to her neck. “See, nothing on underneath,” she said as she quickly put the dress back down. I couldn’t believe it, my wife, usually a little on the prudish side sexually, was flashing me inside a public restaurant. I had never seen her like this, and was starting to rethink my reservations about her note. Now I really wanted to get out of there.

She, apparently, had other things in mind, and hopped up from her side of the table and rushed over to mine, pushing me over on the bench seat. Her hand instantly went to my crotch and slipped through my waistband into my pants, feeling my hard cock. “Wow,” I heard her whisper, whether to herself or to me I wasn’t sure. I did what any horny male would do, and inserted two fingers into her pussy, surprised to find it wetter than I had ever felt. She let out a low moan that was really more of a growl. By then the waiter had brought our bill, so I pulled out enough cash to cover it and a decent tip, dropped it on the table, then pushed Kristen out of the booth.

“If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to cum in these pants,” I whispered to her as we left giggling. I had never seen her like this, and still wasn’t 100 % sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“You drive,” she demanded, handing me her keys. “I’ll drive you back in the morning to get your car.” As we rounded the side of the restaurant towards the car, I got another idea.

“Your dress, now” I demanded, and saw the first sign of hesitation in her eyes. But, to her credit, it was short lived. She reached down and lifted her dress up and over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her standing naked, outside in a public parking lot. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It was almost completely dark outside, but there was enough light from the sunset and from the nearby street lamps that I could see her clearly. From ten feet away I could see her arousal in her rock hard nipples and puffy pussy lips, and I lost all control. I was to her in a second, and had her flat on her back on the hood of the car, her dress falling to the ground by our feet. I didn’t care where we were, or who could see us, I had to have her. My cock was out and into her faster than I ever thought possible, and I fucked her hard, there on the hood of the car in the restaurant parking lot. Neither of us lasted very long and as she screamed in orgasm I filled her cunt with load after load of hot cum, biting down hard on her exposed nipples.

It didn’t take long for some semblance of reality to hit, and as we both scrambled to get in the car, she grabbed her dress off the ground. Only after we were safely inside did we realize that there were dozens of people standing outside the restaurant watching us, their mouths wide open. She had parked near the back entrance, and it appeared that some employees who were out on a smoke break had called their friends out to watch when they saw what was going on. I looked over to my wife, fearing that she would be embarrassed, but she just smiled, and gave them a little wave, still holding the dress loosely in her lap.

As we drove away, neither of us spoke for a few minutes, both of us still recovering from what we had just done. I looked over at her, again noticing her beauty and sexiness. She had rolled the window down to get some air, but had still not put her dress back on.

“Take me home,” she said, giving me a smile. “The kids are in bed by now and if my calculations are correct, you still have one wish left.” With that she threw her dress out the window and rolled it up.

“What about the babysitter?” I asked.

“She’s going to have to share,” she replied, as she started taking off my shirt.

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