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“Margaret, I want to see you naked!”She reached for the buttons of her blouse.“No, I mean really naked.”“I don’t understand, how much more naked can I be than the way you’ve already seen me.”“That’s just it,” I said. “I’ve seen you naked countless times, we’re naked quite a bit of the time together, I like being naked with you, you like being naked with me. We’re comfortable with it.”“I don’t see your problem then. If you want me to get my kit off now, I’ll gladly do it.”“I know you will, and that’s part of the problem, we’re too comfortable with it.”She looked at me with her “I’ll just have to be patient” look.“Don’t look at me like that. Cast your mind back to when we first started going out with each other. How comfortable did you feel when you realised you were going to have to get naked with me?”She thought for a moment. “Not very. I’d never been naked with a man before. I was quite shy about my body. I thought my boobs were too big, and I wasn’t sure if it was normal to have puffy labia and dangly bits between my legs. I thought I’d die of embarrassment the first time you dived down there for a look. And the thought that you’d catch a glimpse of my bum-hole just didn’t bear thinking about. What about you?”I recalled how self-conscious I had felt, and grinned at her. “Yes, it was a bit like that for me too. I used to lie in bed blushing, just thinking about you seeing my penis and wondering if it was the right size, and whether you’d laugh at the way my balls just hung there and flopped about. And as for being seen with an erection. I used to hope you wouldn’t notice me trying to get into bed with my underpants on, or hoping you’d turn the light out.”“Your underpants didn’t provide much cover for the flagpole you came to bed with, and you were the one that used to turn out the light, as I recall. I’m glad we got over it, I’d hate to feel like that now.”“Yes, but there was something to be said for those feelings of fear and trepidation. It was all so new and exciting. I knew what you looked like with your clothes on. But the thought of seeing you naked, and of you seeing me naked, wow, that was enough to bring me out in a cold sweat of embarrassment, as well as raise a hot flush of blood to the penis. I don’t get that feeling of fear or embarrassment now. Don’t get me wrong, I still love you seeing you strip and get naked, and I’m still hot for you, but I don’t get sweaty palms and shaky knees and butterflies when you reach for the zipper.”“I suppose I should be comforted by that, but where are you heading with this?”“Well, I know I can’t ever see you naked again for the first time, but somehow I want to try and recreate that feeling. That feeling of fear and excitement when we took our clothes off together for the very first time, and I had to endure your eyes staring at my body, measuring me up, fighting the shame and the urge to put my hands over my cock to hide my growing erection. And at the same time, I was hungrily eyeing your breasts, wondering what they would feel like. And trying not to stare at your crotch and wondering what those dangly bits were. We didn’t have the internet in those days, so I had no idea what a vulva was supposed ankara escort to look like.”“Yes, okay, but what can we do about it? We can’t bring those feelings back.”I smiled at her, a little apprehensively. “Well, maybe we can if we put ourselves in a situation where we can vicariously experience something similar.”Her eyebrows knotted, and she looked at me for a moment. “I get it,” she said, finally. “What you’re euphemistically trying to ask me is, can we be naked in front of a stranger?”The fact she’d caught on so fast, suggested she might have already seen where I’d been heading with this.“Yes, that way both of us will feel all of those old fears and insecurities, as well as a bit of shame, but coupled with feelings of anticipation and excitement.”“In other words, you’ll see me naked through the eyes of the stranger staring at me.”“Yes, you’ll feel as naked and vulnerable as you felt the first time I saw you that way, and I’ll feel the same. What do you think?”“And does this person just look at us while we’re naked?” asked Margaret.“I’m thinking he would give us both a thorough visual examination, peer into every little nook and cranny, make us show him all the things we were nervous about showing each other at first, and then, if things go on okay, maybe watch while we made out in front of him.”“Mmm, you seem to have this well thought out. And you keep saying he; does it have to be a man?”“Not necessarily, it could be a woman, or a man and a woman, or two men, or…”“Okay, I get it. Any touching?”“I’m not making that assumption; we could start with the looking and see how we felt after that.”She laughed. “A minute ago, I was getting my clothes off. Now I’m wondering what it will feel like having sex in front of a roomful of strangers. Bit easier for me, I just have to make a hole available. You’re the one who’s got to remain at attention for the entire performance.”“I’ll just have to shut my eyes and think of you lying back thinking of England,” I chuckled. “Anyway, you did ask me to tell you six more fantasies. And you did ambush me, getting me to ask your father to show me how spank you.”“Which you enjoyed, and spanking my mother.”“Can’t deny that.”“Well then, I’m certainly open to be persuaded.” She reached for the buttons of her blouse, finished undoing them and slipped it off. “Now, you mentioned something about getting naked.” She unhooked her bra, tossed it at me and waggled her breasts. Come and join me then, and tell me more about this wicked idea of yours.”I called her from Dubai at the end of the following week, to tell her I’d be home late on Saturday evening.“Oh good,” she purred. “I’ve missed you. Tell you what, I’ll leave the door unlocked and wait in bed for you naked. How does that sound?”“That sounds wonderful, but…” I hesitated, still wondering if I should go through with it.“But what?” She sounded disappointed. I took a deep breath and continued.“You remember our talk about seeing you naked as if it was the first time?”“Ye-es.”“Well, what if I was to bring someone home with me who would help create that feeling?”“Ye-es.”“Yes, you agree?”“No. Yes I’m not sure.”“Okay, I’ll take that as a possible maybe.” ankara escort bayan There was no answer, so I forged on. “You’ll get a phone call tomorrow from a man called Paul, asking you if he can come over. If you want to go through with it, accept and invite him to the house on Saturday night.”“I don’t understand, do you want to watch me have sex with him? I know we talked about it, but I don’t know anything about him. I’m not sure if I’m up for that.”“He won’t lay a finger on you. All you have to do is pretend you’re on date with him. But whatever happens will happen with me. And don’t worry about him. His name really is Paul, and he’s an actor who also works as a male escort. He’s very good looking.”“Mmmm! I’m not making any promises, but I’ll think about it.”“Thank you, Darling. Now I’ve got one more request. Whether or not you agree to Paul coming over, don’t wash for the twenty-four hours before I come home, longer if you can manage it. I so want to be able to smell the natural you.”‘Okay, lover.” There was a throaty chuckle. “There are some bits I just do have to wash. See you on Saturday.”Twenty-four hours later, I picked Paul up on my way home from the airport and we ran over my plan for the evening. Which was for Paul to act as if he was Margaret’s lover, and ask her to undress and go to bed, but with my performing all the physical part. He would be a voyeur, remaining fully clothed while observing whatever went on. How things would really play out, I had no idea. I had elephants trampling in my stomach, just thinking about it.+++++++++++Seeing as how I was the one who had to start the evening by getting naked in front of two men, James has allowed me to tell the rest of the story in my own words. I’m not as good a writer as him, so even with his patient editing there are bound to be some mistakes, which are my fault not his.Anyway, I was as nervous as a kitten waiting for James to come home. I’d gone without a shower for 24 hours but, surprisingly, I didn’t smell all that bad. My armpits had the aroma of freshly baking bread. I had rinsed my vulva and vagina with water, but not used any soap, and slipped a finger in between my folds. It felt wicked holding it up to my nose to sniff and putting it into my mouth to see what I tasted like. A touch briny, perhaps, but that was what he had asked for. And I said yes when Paul called. I can’t say I was entirely happy about it, and I said so to him. He had a nice voice though, and he was very polite and almost apologetic when he confirmed that, yes, my dear husband James wanted him to see me naked, and possibly more.I had to admire the sheer effrontery of it, so I said he could come over on Saturday evening, but I wasn’t promising anything.So there I was, a bundle of nerves. Looking forward to having my husband home and wrapping my arms and my body around him, but frightened by the thought of being asked to strip in front of a complete stranger, and worried they would both find my smell offensive. If he was trying to recreate the feeling of the first time we’d made love – and to be honest, my memories were vague as I’d had a few shots of vodka to calm the nerves and we’d escort ankara shared a joint – then he’d done a good job.It was almost a relief to hear the car pull into the driveway. When I opened the door, I saw James accompanied by a very good-looking young man, whom I guessed to be in his mid-twenties, almost young enough to be my son. James pulled me to him and kissed me, inhaling deeply and winking as he caught the natural scent of my body. Paul politely stuck out his hand and I shook it. Was I even supposed to touch him?“Why don’t you fix us all a drink, Darling,” said James, “and take Paul through. I’ll drop my things upstairs, and then we can get better acquainted.”I nodded, and asked Paul to follow me into the lounge. After pouring him a Scotch, I sat on the chesterfield, but he took an armchair. Honestly, it all seemed so formal and polite, and I shook my head. How were either of them going to get around to the interesting question of asking me to get my kit off for their mutual inspection.Things got no better when James joined us and flapped about trying to explain how Paul and I were supposed to role play first time lovers, although it would be him and me who made out while Paul watched.It sounded quite ridiculous, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to just say no, but I could hardly complain. I’d encouraged James to share his fantasies with me, and I hadn’t refused when he initially suggested this one. And, despite any misgivings, there was a part of me that wanted to do this. Because it was crazy and risky. Because it was not what sensible married couples did. And I wanted to take risks, and I didn’t want the physical side of our marriage to fade into boring respectability. Apart from all that, the excitement and the nervousness had made me wet, and my pussy was tingling with anticipation.“Stop, stop!” I said, holding my hands up. “This isn’t going to work. I can’t role play something like this. I’m no good at acting, and it just makes me want to laugh.” Paul was watching me with downcast eyes, and James was fidgeting with his hands. They were probably sure I was going to refuse.“Let’s just be ourselves. James wants you to see me naked, Paul? I guess you’re happy to do that, otherwise you wouldn’t be here?” He nodded at me. “Okay then, I’ll give it a go. Just be yourselves, ask me whatever you want. If I don’t like it, I can always say no.”They both stared at me. Now we were at the sharp end, neither seemed prepared to make the first move.“For goodness’ sake,” I said. “If you want to see me naked, then one of you has to ask. Paul?”He grinned, coyly, and I wondered which of us was feeling the most embarrassment. Finally, he spoke up.“Would you please undress for us, Margaret?”Well, I’d laid down a challenge and I could hardly back out now. I stood up, unbuttoned my blouse, slipped out of it and handed it to Paul. I cringed as he held it to his nose, and inhaled the warm, yeasty smell of my armpits. My hands shook, as I reached behind my back to unclip the white, lace Victoria’s Secret bra. My trembling fingers managed the hooks, and I held it in place with one hand while slipping the straps off my shoulders with the other. With heart pounding, I stood facing them before dropping my hand, and the bra, to uncover my breasts. I smiled at Paul, trying to look calm, but I felt as if my skin was crawling as I handed it to him.
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