Exploring my candaulism fantasy with wife (38)

This is a true story. Last night the pizza delivery guy saw Nora naked. Our plan for the evening was to order food, get high, and then fuck while we waited. We undressed in the den, even though the front door was open and anyone could look inside. I half wondered if the thought of getting caught excited my wife. But then she went and burst my little bubble by suggesting we move to the bedroom.

I was kissing Nora’s titties when my phone notified me that the delivery driver was close. I ran to the den and threw on my clothes. Then, realizing I had left my phone in the bedroom, I doubled back. Nora was horny. I mean really horny. Like we were in college. Stark naked, she kissed me and reached into my shorts for my cock. I reminded her that the pizza man was about to pull in, but she didn’t care. She took out my hard cock, directed me to sit on the edge of the bed, and went down on me. Through a break in the curtains I saw the delivery driver’s headlights. As Nora sucked me off, I wondered what she would say if I asked her to answer the door topless.

I had been fantasizing about this for years. When I masturbate, I often imagine men walking in on Nora as she’s changing or workmates catching an eyeful as she leans down in a blousy top. In the fantasy it’s her confidence that turns me on. She knows they’re looking but she doesn’t do anything to cover up. She lets it happen. She enjoys it. Recently, a friend came over for a barbecue and he told me that he happened to look up from the grill right as Nora was closing the sheer bathroom curtains before her shower. “I didn’t see anything,” he assured me. But part of me hoped he was lying.

The doorbell rang and the stark line between fantasy and reality became evident. My wife removed my cock from her mouth, hopped up, and said “I’ll get it!” I admired her ass as it bounced slightly with each step away from our bed. Her confidence was stunning, but I was suddenly filled with doubt. Confronted with the reality of the situation – Nora naked in the hall, the delivery man mere feet away – I found myself unsure. The fantasies were one thing. But in the real world, would I actually enjoy it if another man saw my wife nude?

The question became moot as I learned Nora would not be answering the door in the buff. Before she reached the foyer, she hung a right into the bathroom. “I’m getting my robe,” she told me. I assumed that meant she would emerge wearing her chunky, terrycloth robe; the one she wears when she’s sick or it’s cold out. But once again, my wife is full of surprises. She emerged from the bathroom wearing her sexy short robe, the one she wears when she’s getting ready for a romantic night out.

Even in the darkened hallway I could see her nipples and the curvature of her perky breasts through the thin fabric. If I was disappointed that she was technically clothed, that disappointment was cut significantly by her immodesty. I intercepted her briefly as she exited the bathroom, and tugged at the V-neckline of the robe, hoping it would become blousier and more revealing. She half-heartedly swatted my hand away, but she did nothing to correct my adjustments.

I stood naked at the edge of the hallway, my heart pounding as I listened in. The outline of Nora’s soft-ripe breasts must have been clearly visible in our well-lit foyer. She greeted the young man and my cock throbbed in agonizing pleasure as they exchanged pleasantries. “Thank you,” she said as he handed her the pizza. Then, after an awkward pause, she chortled. “Sorry!” she laughed. The delivery man returned her laughter with a deep-voiced chuckle. “Don’t worry about it,” he said coolly. I could hear him smiling.

Nora strode into the den. She turned to face me, her eyes bright with laughter. The pizza was in one hand, the receipt was in the other, and her robe was open. Her perfect little breasts were prominently displayed; milky-white from a lifetime without sun exposure; pink areolas, textured and elevated slightly off the breast; nipples erect, completely unashamed of being out in the open air.

“My robe came undone when I opened the door,” she explained, still laughing. “And when he gave me the pizza, I couldn’t get it closed!”

“Did the pizza man see you naked?!” I asked, to which my wife replied as demurely as a woman whose tits are out can: “I think he must have.”

We fucked. In a spoon position, she moaned as I fondled her nipples and thrust my cock deep inside her. I kept imagining the delivery driver ogling my wife’s titties as she smiled up at him. We transitioned to missionary, and, with my face inches from hers, I decided it was time to share my fantasy with her.

“Sometimes I fantasize about other men seeing you naked,” I said between thrusts. Her eyes went wide.

“Really?!” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Did it bother you, when the delivery driver saw your titties?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she replied sweetly.

“Why not?”

“Because I knew you were in the next room,” she said. “He can look, but only you can touch.”

“Did you like it when he looked at your perfect little tits?” I asked, as we fucked faster and harder.

“Yes,” she said, trying to suppress a smile. “Of course I liked it.”

We switched positions so that Nora was on top. “Anyone can see them,” she said.

“Excuse me?” I replied, a little taken aback.

“Anyone can see my titties,” she said, and my cock swelled inside her.

“Anyone?” I asked.

“Anyone.”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“No,” she said, leaning forward so her titties bounced on my chest as she whispered in my ear: “But only you get to fuck me.”

And then I came. Warm. And wet. And soft. I came inside my beautiful wife’s pussy and I never wanted to leave.

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