A Shy Wife Spends Her Weekend on Display

by Another George

Copyright© 2018 by Another George

Erotica Story: True story. A modest wife, to please her husband as his birthday gift, tries to overcome her shyness and submits to partially revealing her body in public. Outwitted by him while negotiating terms, she succumbs to a plan that moves her way beyond her comfort zone. As the weekend progresses, and her exposure increases, Julie struggles to uphold her agreement, as it grows obvious to the crowds around her that her tits are being shown to them intentionally. Sexual humiliation without physical sex.

Caution: This Erotica Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   Heterosexual   True Story   Humiliation   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   .

It was a dream weekend with Julie. My sexy but self conscious wife reluctantly agreed to let me “dress” her for three days while we attended concerts out of town together. It all began when I noticed that several music acts we both enjoyed were performing on three consecutive days in venues quite close to each other, but none of them near where we lived. Julie really loves live music so this was shaping up as an ideal situation. I had already been saving up small favors that she owed me, so I suggested to Julie that it would be the perfect birthday gift to me if she agreed to attend those concerts wearing sexually provocative clothing that I chose for her.

You see, we had been forced to cut financial corners all of that year, and had scaled way on the gifts we normally exchanged. The fact that Julie could now still give me something special that I really wanted for my birthday was a big consideration for my wife. And getting to take a fun but still inexpensive short vacation while doing so served as a tempting lure. This wouldn’t be the first time that my wife wore some risque clothing on my behalf. I had carefully, and slowly, been acclimating her to that for years (See “I stripped Julie on an Amtrak Train”) But I decided this time I wanted Julie to go even further.

I told my wife she could have a veto over my clothing choices for her, but Julie knew I would be really unhappy if she didn’t dress erotic enough for me. A deal was struck and off I went to look through the assortment of “special” clothing that I kept buying her that she never felt comfortable enough to wear. Knowing Julie, I scored some easy early points by not asking her to wear a really short or sheer skirt or dress, since I knew she thought that would make her look really trashy. That wasn’t anything I minded but she did.

Then I agreed she could wear a blouse to one of the events that she had previously worn out once in a different city. It was light gray with small dark spots, very thin and fairly see through except the pattern kept that from being obvious unless you looked closely. That aspect helped Julie not feel slutty while wearing it. The blouse buttoned part way down the front with a final hook type fastener which really wasn’t supposed to actually be opened; it was there mostly for show. Picking something she has already worn was a good way to break the ice.

So far so good, this was starting to feel doable to Julie. Next I pulled out a sheer black top that she said she felt nervous about wearing. Instead she suggested another blouse that was slightly less transparent. I said let’s think about that some more and put those aside for now. I then presented her with two white tops, both more sheer than the black one, and since these two were ostensibly white they would clearly show off the pink of her nipples clearly to anyone who looked. I asked Julie to choose which one she would wear without a bra to the concert being held in a nightclub where she could be certain no children would attend. My wife balked at that which is pretty much what I figured would happen.

So I counter offered that she could wear whichever one of them she wanted with a sheer bra under it, if she also agreed to wear that sheer black top we had earlier put aside without a bra to one of the other two shows. Julie wanted me to be happy and she didn’t want to seem too difficult, since I was making concessions to her feelings, so reluctantly she agreed. Julie chose the white top that was almost transparent from behind or the side, but which had thin stripes of ruffles down the front that might sometimes partially cover her nipples. She thought she had a shred more modesty with that on than the virtually as sheer white top with occasional small blue flowers that would have left her feeling essentially topless.

Once we had an agreement I asked Julie to pack up those clothes immediately to avoid any “confusion” later over what we had agreed on. I also figured: Out of sight, Out of mind. Hopefully out of hers that is. That way Julie would be less likely to back out of the deal. Those clothes were never out of my mind though; I couldn’t wait to see my wife wearing them in large public crowds. Anticipating those scenes sure kept me hot while we waited for the time to come!

Julie and I made sure we got an early start to our special weekend when the day finally arrived. As promised, there were no changes made to the clothes she had already packed. We checked into a Days Inn that I got using Reward Points. It was well situated for our attending all three shows. The sun was bright, the weather was nice, so I suggested we use the hotel pool before going to the first concert that night. That’s when Julie realized that she never added a bathing suit to her luggage. OK, time to check the hotel gift shop which had few suits left to offer since it was mid August. Julie didn’t like the selection and she refused to buy something she didn’t like for a lot of money so she could wear it once. We had time to kill so I suggested we go to a thrift store we knew of that was near there.

That store also had moved swim suits off their racks to make room for more fall clothes, but we did find a bin with some suits thrown in it. Again the selection was minimal but at least the price was right, a few bucks at most. There was nothing one piece that would conceivably fit Julie, so she reluctantly looked at mix and match separate tops and bottoms. I say reluctantly, because the only bathing suits my wife wears normally are one piece and fairly conservative. There really wasn’t much to pick from. She found a red bikini top that looked like it might fit that had foam pads sown into it. The only bottom in a color that went OK with that top that was anywhere near to her size was a skimpy black one with a white design on it- and since Julie refused to wear a top and bottom that clashed with each other - that was the set we walked out with.

Back in the motel room it was time to try them on. The top fit awkwardly because of the shape of the foam pads sown into it. Since the red fabric wasn’t thin or in any way sheer, Julie snipped the pads out of it, which made the top fit more naturally and more comfortably. Except that it was now too big for her, holding her boobs only loosely. The best my wife could do to fix that was tying knots in the straps to pull the top in closer to her breasts. Even so it stayed delightfully loose on her, but all I said was “yeah, that works.” The bottom however fit fine - what little there was of it. To call it a low rider would be giving it too much credit for decency.

To be honest this part of the story isn’t leading to any great climax, my wife’s tits never fell out and no one that I know of got a good close look at them, but I’m including it but I’m including it because I took photos of Julie in it, and because it was an unexpected bonus outing that started our weekend with a rush. Julie was pretty embarrassed about wearing that “suit” outside of our motel room and only agreed to please me. She tied a wrap around her waist before we exited the safety of our room to find our way to the pool. I made sure our path took us through the hotel main lobby where Julie clearly stood out in her revealing bikini top, surrounded by men in business suits and normal families, and I loved every second of it.

Julie never was comfortable at the pool. Turns out we were alone there that afternoon - which might have been a relief to her but it also left her feeling uniquely under dressed, (for the record I wore relatively conservative swim shorts). She kept glancing across at a wall of the hotel with windows facing both the pool and her, and I know she was anxious about who might be inside staring at her body. Julie wouldn’t go in the water and we left after a short while. But our trip was off to a good start! To this day when I look at the photos of my wife in that Bikini I am amazed that I ever got her to go out in public wearing it! And all of her officially scheduled exposure still loomed ahead.

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After Julie’s skimpy Bikini preliminary it was time for her main events to commence. That night we were going to an indoor Rock Club to hear a band that had a great hit record in the 90’s but later dissolved. Now it was reformed with mostly new musicians playing with the original lead singer and songwriter. Because of the line up change it was possible to see them now in a club much smaller than they used to play. We had been to that club once before so I knew the lay out; very limited seating with a large open dance floor and a wrap around balcony that had most of the seating available - a number of small tables set against the railing that overlooked the lower level (less than 100 feet from the stage) as well as open space to just stand around. Julie wanted to be sure we had seating so she wanted to get there a little early, which was more than fine with me. The more time she spent in public view the better.

Because we knew no minors would be present (since the club had a liquor license) Julie was wearing her near transparent white blouse with some vertical small ruffles on the front, over a sheer bra with tiny sparkles in the fabric. She also got to wear an open white cotton sweater at first until she got settled inside, but our deal was that the sweater would definitely come off, sooner rather than later. I took a digital camera with us to take photos of the evening and was bummed when the club would not let cameras inside (I didn’t have a camera phone ). Fortunately I snapped some shots back in the hotel while Julie was dressing, so I at least have those. Whenever I look at them now I almost can’t believe that Julie stayed that exposed for all of what followed.

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