I walked up to my wife's booth at the Fall Festival and noticed a group of men intently watching her work the booth. I soon discovered why.
Her Costume Showed It All
Many years ago, when my beautiful wife was much younger, she was a volunteer at the local pre-school. It was the Fall Festival, and all the volunteers were assigned booths for the kids to dunk for apples or find toys and win small prizes. The festival was the school’s version of Trick or Treating without the goblins or scary costumes.
It was a last-minute decision by my wife to work one of the game booths. She had planned to just help organize the event. But she could, if needed, step in to assist in the areas that needed an extra hand when the festival got underway. It turned out that they were one person short to staff a game booth, so she took that spot. She really hadn’t taken the time to get a costume ready. When the day of the festival arrived, my wife realized she did not have anything suitable to wear. She is a great seamstress and had previously bought a dress from a thrift store that she planned to re-size and adjust it to fit her body. It was a full-length silk dress. The dress was at least one size too large for her and did not fit her too well. The dress had a wide, low-cut neckline. She did not have anything else to wear, so she pinned it in several places to temporarily work as her costume. It had long sleeves so when she reached for something, the front of the dress would pooch out.
I arrived at the festival straight from the office. I walked around and saw all the kids having a nice time. It was early afternoon, and the weather was perfect. I looked for my wife’s booth and spotted her. I noticed several men gathered around it. They were all very attentive to what was going on. Her booth consisted of a large plastic tub full of little index cards that had paperclips attached to each. The kids would use “fishing poles” that had string with a magnet at the end of the line. They would dip the line into the tub and attempt to catch a card by the metal paper clip. If the child “caught” a card, my wife would reach down and help the child grab the card to see what prize had been won.
My wife told me that she had not gotten a real costume ready to wear. So, I had not seen her in that dress prior to my arrival at the event. When I spotted her, she had her hair pulled up on her head and had small flowers mixed in with it. Her costume was like what a Maiden from the old English period would wear, I suppose. She looked more like a hippie than someone from Old England, but it was a stunning outfit. I would soon know more about why it was such an alluring outfit to the men watching her work her booth.
There were nearly a dozen men gathered near her station, intently watching her and the kids. As I walked up and got closer to her game, I quickly realized why these men were such attentive spectators. Each time she bent over the tub to grab the card, that a child had “caught” the front of her dress would fall open. The fabric fell away from her chest, and you could see all the way down her front, and past her chest. She told me later that the way the dress fit, she could not wear a bra with it. Each time she bent forward, her beautiful naked breasts were on full display. And the afternoon sunlight was cooperating by perfectly illuminating her skin. All those men were intensely watching her bend over. Her large brown nipples and the complete curve of her breasts were fully exposed. She had not noticed me standing there since she was concentrating on the kids.
My wife would raise up after retrieving a card that the child had snagged, then look at it to see what prize to award. Then she would show the child the card and help locate the proper toy, which was in the second tub, also on the ground. She bent over the second tub and rummaged around to find the correct toy to match the card.
As she bent over and dug around the gift tub, her exposure was the same. Her full breasts delightfully swayed back and forth in a tantalizing fashion. Her nipples, which are always large and engorged, seemed even more full and perky today. It may have been due to them rubbing against the silk fabric, or perhaps her nipples were reacting to the cooling air as the afternoon waned. I don’t know why her nipples were engorged and stiff but do know that my cock became very excited, and stiff, as I watched her work the booth.
My first reaction when I saw what all the other men were viewing, was to interrupt her and let her know that her tits were exposed every time she bent over. She was my wife, after all, and it was my job to protect and nurture her. But this situation was much too erotic to stop. I could not believe how turned on I was as I witnessed all those men intently staring at her exposed breasts. They were spellbound by her lovely fleshy mounds each time she moved to bend over. It was like seeing the crowd follow the ball at a tennis tournament. When she bent over to grab a card or a gift, they followed her breasts in unison. We were all riveted to the sight of her naked tits. This went on for at least an hour that I knew of, and I have no idea how long before I arrived. Some men would reluctantly leave, and others would come by and then stop and stare, not believing their good fortune to see her on display. No one expected to see naked tits at a children’s festival.
I eventually noticed that some men had their cell phones out and discretely took photos or perhaps videos of my wife as she worked the booth. I was imagining the results of her on those videos as she bent over and unknowingly exposed herself to the cameras. She had no idea that the images of her lovely pert breasts and prominent nipples would soon be saved onto several computers by the end of the evening. She would be an R-rated porn star and not even know it. That idea was quite erotic for me. I wanted to take my camera out too, and get my own video of her, but I was too timid to do it. I wanted to perv on my wife but was afraid she or someone who knew me would catch me doing it. My heart was racing as the show continued. Each time she bent over, and her tits would be uncovered to the world, I was in heaven. She had perfectly shaped breasts and any man would be proud that she was his wife. I loved her being on display.
The entire time I stood there I continued to be torn between alerting her, or just enjoying the show myself like all the other horny guys who were in her audience. In the end, I just could not tell her. It was too much of a turn-on for me to see my lovely, innocent wife flashing the crowd. And I did not want to spoil the show for all those appreciative men. Since no one in the crowd knew she was my wife, I could just be one of the gawking voyeurs. We all just looked at each other and grinned at our good fortune to see this unexpected erotic display.
She told me later that the way the dress was cut, she could not wear a bra with it. It was very rare that she would go out in public without wearing a bra since she felt that it was just not proper to do that. Seeing her at that game booth, with nothing on under that dress, was both a shock and a pleasant surprise.
I left the festival ahead of my wife. I was so turned on that I could not stand watching her any longer. I stopped by the liquor store and got a bottle of her favorite wine, and I was ready to fill her tub when I heard her drive into the driveway. I knew she’d be tired but was hoping to get her in the mood with a hot bath and some wine. She came in, happy to see me, and was in a bouncy mood. I handed her a glass and she eagerly sipped it. I told her I loved her costume, but I was not about to mention how incredibly sexy she looked while working the booth. That was going to be my secret.
I told her I wanted to help her into the tub, which surprised her. She stood there while I undid the safety pins that were keeping her dress somewhat fitted to her body, and then helped her step out of it. That is when she explained that the dress did not fit right so she could not wear a bra with it. I told her she looked incredible in it, and she never needed to wear a bra anyway. We have had that conversation before, and I never win. She thinks it is not proper for a woman not to wear a bra. I helped her step out of her panties and guided her to the tub. Her naked skin shimmered in the light. Her dark nipples stood out like pencil erasures and perfectly tipped her glorious breasts. I turned the lights low and refilled her glass. I told her again how lovely she looked, and I hoped she was getting the message.
I turned down the bedspread and lit some candles. She would know I needed some bedtime playtime when she got out of the tub.
She finished her bath and walked into the bedroom with a smile on her face as she saw me stretched out naked on the bed. I was almost hard just thinking about this afternoon’s event. She did not ask me why I was worked up, and just crawled onto the bed and lowered her mouth onto my stiffening erection. There is nothing more lovely than seeing a beautiful woman take your prick down her throat. It felt awesome and I let her do it for several minutes. Her pussy gets drenched when she sucks my dick and makes it perfect for fucking.
I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck her, so I rolled her over and crawled behind her. I knelt forward and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, the unceremoniously shoved my dick in her slick pussy. She gasped and groaned as I pushed my way inside her. When I was balls deep, I paused, thinking of all those other men who got to see her naked tits, but were not getting to do this to her. I was gonna fuck my wife hard and long for all the men who were not gonna get to. I have had a secret fantasy about watching her be gang banged but she would never go along with that idea, so this will have to be the next best thing.
I pounded her pussy until it was frothy with her juices. I dipped two fingers in her cunt and wet them, the eased both into her tight little asshole. She has learned to love getting ass fucked, and tonight I was going to wear her hole out. I pulled out of her cunt and smeared more of her juices on her butt hole. I eased my dick into it and again she groaned with the new sensations.
Her asshole is tight and yet so easy to fuck. I love taking her that way. I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her backwards to help with my penetration. She loves that. I guess it makes her feel dominated. I stroked in and out of her like a madman, then suddenly had an unexpected orgasm. I blew my load into her bowels and kept humping her until every drop was deposited in her. We both collapsed to the side, with me still inside her ass.
I reached around and found her clit. It was swollen and slick. I stroked it in a long, slow manner, until she tensed up and had her own tremendous orgasm. She tends to shriek out loud when she cums so it is a good thing we don’t have close neighbors, or they would know whenever she had an orgasm.
We lay there, still connected, gasping for breath, and reeling in the post sexual frenzy we had just experienced. My dick was still throbbing from the sensations from her ass. It was still clenching my dick like it was still milking the cum out of it.
We finally separated, breaking the sweaty bond. I rolled over on my back and finally caught my breath. That was one of the most intense fucks we had ever done.
I never told her why I was so turned on that night or anything about watching her at her game station with all those other men. I would never have revealed to her what the dress exposed when she bent over. Or that she captivated all those men who gathered around as she worked the game. We all were mesmerized by her as she bent over and displayed herself to all of us. She would have been mortified to learn what every man saw. I would love to know what was captured on video by those camera phones that afternoon. I bet there are still short segments of her that can be found on the internet to this day, of her unknowingly flashing her young innocent breasts. I still get an erection when I remember that festival. I told her to never get rid of that dress.