Exposed

[Arianne6947]

How about a story about a womans husband sabotaging the outfit she was to wear to her company picnic leaving her clearly exposed.

 

[MechaBlade]

How about a story about a womans husband sabotaging the outfit she was to wear to her company picnic leaving her clearly exposed.

I've read similar stories. Arthur Saxon has a few stories about women at work or school being forced to wear overly revealing clothing, or doing so to get ahead.

 

[JMaxwell69]

I like the idea of exposing a wife that gets off on exhibitionism, particularly in a context in which she would likely be shy about exposing herself (around co-workers.) There would seem to be some story challenges with the sabatoge issue though. Were you thinking along the lines that he cut most of the way through your bra straps and blouse buttons, such that at some point a hard step or lean forward would send your ample bosoms through the front of your blouse?

Nice profile pic, by the way.

 

[LegsSpreadWide]

I was wondering what might be hotter to most... For some reason the woman goes to her company picnic alone, or with her husband? She is an "uptight" boss or executive? It is his company picnic and she is a "prim and proper" wife? Either way, she is exposed, yada yada.

 

[Arianne6947]

I think she should be unaware that she was about to be on display and not the type to enjoy it.
The clasp and zipper on my sundress to be cut away so at some point a good twist or tug would do the trick.

 

[JMaxwell69]

I think the story taking place at her office function adds tension as it is the people that know her, not people she doesn't ever have to see again.

What about a one-way mirror set up where she strips to change attire unaware an audience has gathered on the other side only to be revealed in her most exposed moment.

Your first sentence is in third person and the second in first person, which do you want it to be about?

 

[Arianne6947]

Either way is good,but about me is better

 

[Nonconsent]

The Japanese porn company called SoftonDemand, or SOD for short, produced a series in which unsuspecting girls would try out for a news anchor position, and they were given a bikini to where while giving a report from a busy swimming pool. What the girls didn't know was that the bikini was chemically treated somehow so that it would dissolve when it got wet.
This made for a highly entertaining series.
Your character in this story could have seen this series and set his wife up with a chemically treated bikini at her company picnic, while she's surrounded by her horny male co-workers that have been ogling her breasts and undressing her with their eyes for all the years that they've worked with her.

 

[Arianne6947]

disolving thread

 

[MiriamL]

Thread that dissolves on exposure to sunlight...haha!

I was at a company gathering once, not exactly a picnic but it was held outdoors on a bright sunny day, and I was wearing cream coloured almost sheer fabric. I didnt realize what the guys could see until I was standing in front of my boss and few other associates sitting on the grass...looking up at the outline of my charms right through the material! Needless to say, the sun happened to be directly behind me.

I felt terribly exposed and exhilarated all at once!

 

[lloydbon]

Thread that dissolves on exposure to sunlight...haha!

I was at a company gathering once, not exactly a picnic but it was held outdoors on a bright sunny day, and I was wearing cream coloured almost sheer fabric. I didnt realize what the guys could see until I was standing in front of my boss and few other associates sitting on the grass...looking up at the outline of my charms right through the material! Needless to say, the sun happened to be directly behind me.

I felt terribly exposed and exhilarated all at once!

I love your story but I left feeling oh so frustrated. What exactly are your charms? If you're talking about the outline of your boobs or perhaps a nipple, that would be nice. If it was a clear shot of your gorgeous rump, that would be even better. But if was a clear outline of your trimmed bush with the sheer fabric actually letting the fellows get a glimpse of the color of your pussy hair, that is a home run. I love this whole eroticism deal and the way some keep something to the imagination, but there are other times when I need more glorious detail in order to get my rocks off.

But thank you again for sharing that. I'm sure you're a wonderful woman.

 

[MiriamL]

I love your story but I left feeling oh so frustrated. What exactly are your charms? If you're talking about the outline of your boobs or perhaps a nipple, that would be nice. If it was a clear shot of your gorgeous rump, that would be even better. But if was a clear outline of your trimmed bush with the sheer fabric actually letting the fellows get a glimpse of the color of your pussy hair, that is a home run. I love this whole eroticism deal and the way some keep something to the imagination, but there are other times when I need more glorious detail in order to get my rocks off.

Yes well, nothing is meaningful without context my dear.

If you must know the guys were staring at the translucent outline of my legs...right up to my waist. It was one of those dresses that tend to balloon out with rising air currents!

 

[lloydbon]

Yes well, nothing is meaningful without context my dear.

If you must know the guys were staring at the translucent outline of my legs...right up to my waist. It was one of those dresses that tend to balloon out with rising air currents!

That's so hot! Thank you very, very much for enlightening me.

I'm sure there was a ballooning effect in their trousers too.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

shove your spam up your arse.

 

[JMaxwell69]

Either way is good,but about me is better

PM Sent

 

[subwannabe]

I have to disagree somewhat with most. I think it would be great if a wife wanted to be an exhibitionist but just didn't have the nerve to go through with it. That's where the husband comes it to help her out. In the end she gets what she really wanted, even though she couldn't pull the trigger herself.

 

[Pol_]

Here's a few ideas for clothing "sabotage":

The husband could pick her favorite skirt and just shorten it slightly, not enough for her to notice it putting it on, but enough for her to notice it later on during the picnic.

He could also replace the top button of her shirt with a similar, but smaller button (which will just falls off all the time).

He could discreetly add extra padding to all her bras, forcing her boobs up more than they usually do.

He could also get a bit bolder, perhaps adding something in her purse she's not used to carrying around (dildo?). Image the look on her face when she reaches in for a company card and out pops a big fat purple dildo.

 

[hotsnatch6]

Here's a few ideas for clothing "sabotage":

The husband could pick her favorite skirt and just shorten it slightly, not enough for her to notice it putting it on, but enough for her to notice it later on during the picnic.

He could also replace the top button of her shirt with a similar, but smaller button (which will just falls off all the time).

He could discreetly add extra padding to all her bras, forcing her boobs up more than they usually do.

He could also get a bit bolder, perhaps adding something in her purse she's not used to carrying around (dildo?). Image the look on her face when she reaches in for a company card and out pops a big fat purple dildo.

I love the first idea. That could be very hot and erotic.

The fourth one is interesting too, although she would have to be toting a big purse and most women I now prefer something smaller, especially when going to something like a picnic. No fun carrying a suitcase to the park, although of course the point of this is fantasy.

Well done.

 

[hotsnatch6]

My husband is the Plant Manager of a manufacturing firm and he was in charge of putting together the company’s annual picnic. I never liked going to these things because there would inevitably be one of the employees that got liquored up and then tried to hit on me. Two years ago was a real nightmare after one of the undocumented workers from the plant got smashed on tequila and Tecate and then started trying to get me into bed with him. He kept going on and on about how large his burrito was and how much he wanted to taste my gordita and how he wanted to shoot his guacamole all over my tits and ass. He said that he hadn’t been laid since leaving Juarez and he missed his hot Latina wife. I finally got rid of him by telling him that there was a bullfight down the street and if he brought me the bull’s horns then I would gladly suck his chimichanga.

I initially told my husband that I would stay home this year but he really wanted me to attend so he plied me by offering the cash to go shopping for some new clothes. Usually mini skirts make my butt look too big but this time I happened to find one that made my ass look like Jennifer Aniston’s so I bought it and a nice spaghetti strap top to go with it which accented my giant jugs. I was afraid the skirt might be a tad too short but I really liked the color and the way it made my keister look, so I got it. My husband was thrilled when he saw it and immediately asked me to wear it to the picnic. I wanted to please my husband because he was always so gentle and sweet and kind to me, especially in the way he talked, so I agreed but also made a mental note to wear some thick, cotton bloomers to that none of the workers could see my buns or pussy under the skirt.

On the morning of the picnic, I prepared my famous potato salad and packed it in our cooler along with two 12 packs of beer, a flask of Schnapps and a bottle of white wine. I was feeling like I might have to get my buzz on if I was going to make it through this picnic. Most of the guys there were a total bore and the women just bitched and moaned about their husband’s lack of ability to satisfy them or their inability to make enough money to keep them content. After I was finished, I went into get dressed and put on my new outfit. I was looking through my panties trying to find a large pair to wear when my husband began yelling that we were going to be late if I didn’t get my ass in gear and my tits out to the car. “Hold on one GD moment,” I yelled back. “I’ve got to find some knickers to cover up my hot snatch.” “Don’t worry about that,” he screamed back. “If you make us late today I’ll teabag you all night long this evening.” Unfortunately as I found out later, my husband had hid all of my drawers so that I would go “commando”. He’s always had a fantasy about seeing me get felt up, groped and humped by another man. I was fuming by now as I couldn’t find anything to wear and my husband was cursing and yelling again for me to get going so I just stormed out of the house and got into the car.

I was fairly incensed by the time we got to the picnic so I went off by myself behind a tree and began to pound the beer and the Schnapps. The rest of the group were eating brats, burgers and chicken. My husband began motioning for me to come over because he wanted for me to meet his new boss. As I made my way over to them, I stumbled on a twig and ended up sprawled out right in front of my husband and his boss. My ass cheeks, bung, pussy lips, clit, bush and inner thighs were on full display. I was initially horrified but when I looked at the huge grin on my husband’s face, I was reassured. When I looked over at his boss, his mouth was agape. I hadn’t noticed before since they were so far away and the sun was very bright, but the boss was a very handsome black man who must have been about 6 foot six inches tall. “Oh my,” he said. “I just love a woman who keeps the gates of Venus on display.” I was slightly embarrassed but the compliment made me warm inside. (That and the 4 beers and 6 shots I had recently drank.) “I’m sure glad your husband is going to be working under me. Perhaps you might find yourself under me sometime too.” At that he let out an enormous, bellowing laugh which echoed across the park.

I decided to go into the portable crapper to clean myself up a bit but the stench inside was so disgusting that I had to come out quickly. I asked my husband if he could take me somewhere to freshen up but he was manning the grill and if he left for more than a moment, the food could burn. “If I ruin these dogs, it’ll be my ass,” he said. So he suggested that I go with Roger, his new boss, to the nearby 7-11 and use the bathroom there. Roger wanted to buy some Malt Liquor because he didn’t like light beer. “Don’t worry, you sexy thing,” he boomed. “I’ll keep my hands out of your skirt – at least for now.”

I didn’t know what to think. My husband had always wanted me to get it on with another man, but I had never seriously considered it, especially not with a man of color. However, it was obvious my husband didn’t object since he suggested it and he was the one who hid all my underdrawers before we left. So I agreed to go with Roger but I made it a point to try and play hard to get in front of my husband. I told him in a loud voice for everyone nearby to hear that I didn’t want him to try any hand-holding, tit-grabbing, ass-fondling, finger-banging or butt-fucking with me. Roger nodded but winked as he did so. I had the feeling that I was about to be taken by another man for the first time in 22 years and it was going to be this enormous chocolate hunk of a man.

We started off across the park, making small talk as we headed to the store. Roger kept talking about ramrods and cannons and steel balls but I assumed he was a history buff and was referring to the Civil War. I felt a little uncomfortable talking about that because I didn’t want for him to think I was racialist since I supported the Confederacy. So I decided to ask him if the stereotype about black men being hung like horses was, in fact, true. He told me that instead of answering verbally, he’d take me over behind a shelter in the park and show me.

I was so nervous that I was afraid I might lose my mud as we walked over there. My knees were weak and I was light-headed, but my pussy was as wet as Buckingham Fountain.

How’s that for an intro?

 

[lloydbon]

My husband is the Plant Manager of a manufacturing firm and he was in charge of putting together the company’s annual picnic. I never liked going to these things because there would inevitably be one of the employees that got liquored up and then tried to hit on me. Two years ago was a real nightmare after one of the undocumented workers from the plant got smashed on tequila and Tecate and then started trying to get me into bed with him. He kept going on and on about how large his burrito was and how much he wanted to taste my gordita and how he wanted to shoot his guacamole all over my tits and ass. He said that he hadn’t been laid since leaving Juarez and he missed his hot Latina wife. I finally got rid of him by telling him that there was a bullfight down the street and if he brought me the bull’s horns then I would gladly suck his chimichanga.

I initially told my husband that I would stay home this year but he really wanted me to attend so he plied me by offering the cash to go shopping for some new clothes. Usually mini skirts make my butt look too big but this time I happened to find one that made my ass look like Jennifer Aniston’s so I bought it and a nice spaghetti strap top to go with it which accented my giant jugs. I was afraid the skirt might be a tad too short but I really liked the color and the way it made my keister look, so I got it. My husband was thrilled when he saw it and immediately asked me to wear it to the picnic. I wanted to please my husband because he was always so gentle and sweet and kind to me, especially in the way he talked, so I agreed but also made a mental note to wear some thick, cotton bloomers to that none of the workers could see my buns or pussy under the skirt.

On the morning of the picnic, I prepared my famous potato salad and packed it in our cooler along with two 12 packs of beer, a flask of Schnapps and a bottle of white wine. I was feeling like I might have to get my buzz on if I was going to make it through this picnic. Most of the guys there were a total bore and the women just bitched and moaned about their husband’s lack of ability to satisfy them or their inability to make enough money to keep them content. After I was finished, I went into get dressed and put on my new outfit. I was looking through my panties trying to find a large pair to wear when my husband began yelling that we were going to be late if I didn’t get my ass in gear and my tits out to the car. “Hold on one GD moment,” I yelled back. “I’ve got to find some knickers to cover up my hot snatch.” “Don’t worry about that,” he screamed back. “If you make us late today I’ll teabag you all night long this evening.” Unfortunately as I found out later, my husband had hid all of my drawers so that I would go “commando”. He’s always had a fantasy about seeing me get felt up, groped and humped by another man. I was fuming by now as I couldn’t find anything to wear and my husband was cursing and yelling again for me to get going so I just stormed out of the house and got into the car.

I was fairly incensed by the time we got to the picnic so I went off by myself behind a tree and began to pound the beer and the Schnapps. The rest of the group were eating brats, burgers and chicken. My husband began motioning for me to come over because he wanted for me to meet his new boss. As I made my way over to them, I stumbled on a twig and ended up sprawled out right in front of my husband and his boss. My ass cheeks, bung, pussy lips, clit, bush and inner thighs were on full display. I was initially horrified but when I looked at the huge grin on my husband’s face, I was reassured. When I looked over at his boss, his mouth was agape. I hadn’t noticed before since they were so far away and the sun was very bright, but the boss was a very handsome black man who must have been about 6 foot six inches tall. “Oh my,” he said. “I just love a woman who keeps the gates of Venus on display.” I was slightly embarrassed but the compliment made me warm inside. (That and the 4 beers and 6 shots I had recently drank.) “I’m sure glad your husband is going to be working under me. Perhaps you might find yourself under me sometime too.” At that he let out an enormous, bellowing laugh which echoed across the park.

I decided to go into the portable crapper to clean myself up a bit but the stench inside was so disgusting that I had to come out quickly. I asked my husband if he could take me somewhere to freshen up but he was manning the grill and if he left for more than a moment, the food could burn. “If I ruin these dogs, it’ll be my ass,” he said. So he suggested that I go with Roger, his new boss, to the nearby 7-11 and use the bathroom there. Roger wanted to buy some Malt Liquor because he didn’t like light beer. “Don’t worry, you sexy thing,” he boomed. “I’ll keep my hands out of your skirt – at least for now.”

I didn’t know what to think. My husband had always wanted me to get it on with another man, but I had never seriously considered it, especially not with a man of color. However, it was obvious my husband didn’t object since he suggested it and he was the one who hid all my underdrawers before we left. So I agreed to go with Roger but I made it a point to try and play hard to get in front of my husband. I told him in a loud voice for everyone nearby to hear that I didn’t want him to try any hand-holding, tit-grabbing, ass-fondling, finger-banging or butt-fucking with me. Roger nodded but winked as he did so. I had the feeling that I was about to be taken by another man for the first time in 22 years and it was going to be this enormous chocolate hunk of a man.

We started off across the park, making small talk as we headed to the store. Roger kept talking about ramrods and cannons and steel balls but I assumed he was a history buff and was referring to the Civil War. I felt a little uncomfortable talking about that because I didn’t want for him to think I was racialist since I supported the Confederacy. So I decided to ask him if the stereotype about black men being hung like horses was, in fact, true. He told me that instead of answering verbally, he’d take me over behind a shelter in the park and show me.

I was so nervous that I was afraid I might lose my mud as we walked over there. My knees were weak and I was light-headed, but my pussy was as wet as Buckingham Fountain.

How’s that for an intro?

I don't give a good sweet Jesus what anyone else says - that was funny.

 

[Pol_]

Great start hotsnatch6!

Just a quick question while we're on topic. Have any of you every heard of a woman sabotaging her man's clothing?

 

[jeninflorida]

How about a story about a womans husband sabotaging the outfit she was to wear to her company picnic leaving her clearly exposed.

Here is the major problem with the story (for women). Women only enjoy flashing or being exposed when she feels good about her body.

 

[Arianne6947]

The woman is not a willing subject.She is a reluctant particapant being unveiled by her husband for his pleasure and her humiliation

 

[jeninflorida]

The woman is not a willing subject.She is a reluctant particapant being unveiled by her husband for his pleasure and her humiliation

which point of view should the story be told from?