As frequently happened during yard work, I stopped pruning the hedges to check out my wife. She was pulling up weeds in the side garden in shorts and a tank top. She was hotter now at 32 years old than when I met her at 19. When she bent down, the shorts hugged her curvy bottom perfectly. The tank top did little to hide her sports bra, which she frequently wore due to her ample bust size. Last I asked, she said she was a D-cup but was considering moving up a size.

She turned and caught me staring. “Aren’t you supposed to be trimming over there? What are you looking at, your pervert,” she said in a teasing tone.

“Oh, sorry, Caroline. I didn’t see you there. I thought I saw a rare beetle on that branch near you. But I was mistaken,” I joked.

“Mmmm. Beetle. Right.” I returned to my task but knew in a minute or two, she would catch my eye yet again.

But my next interruption came much quicker. Our neighbor Saul walked over to the fence line and leaned over. I watched him through the corner of my eye. He didn’t immediately make his presence known but took advantage of my wife having her back turned to him and enjoyed the same sight I had just been admiring. I pretended not to notice his appearance either and let him enjoy the view. I would tell Caroline about this later, and she would become so flustered. She knew I love to tell her about all of the men I see checking her out. But for her, hearing these stories always made her blush. Despite getting male interest for years, she wasn’t used to sexually charged attention.

But after a minute and figuring he shouldn’t press his luck, Saul spoke up. “Good morning, neighbors,” he said as Caroline and I turned to face him.

“Good morning, Saul. Ready for the big wedding in two weeks?” Caroline asked. Saul’s 22-year-old son Parker was set to be married, and preparations had dominated our neighbor’s life for the past few months. Parker was a good kid, and we were both excited to see him move to this next phase of his life.

“Well, the wife is taking care of much of it. I tried to help but got told to leave things to her and the bride. But the one thing I am in charge of has run into a rough patch,” he explained as I caught his eyes getting a brief glance at Caroline’s chest.

“What’s that, Saul,” I asked.

“I volunteered to be in charge of the bachelor party. Parker has a small wedding party, and I didn’t trust any of them to organize a proper send-off to my son’s life as an unmarried man. The wife will be out of town today, so I decided to hold it at the house. Speaking of which, you should come, Walter. It starts at 8 tonight. There will be plenty of booze.”

“I’m there,” I said, accepting the invite.

“But my issue is I haven’t found a…,” Saul started to say before looking at my wife nervously.

“A stripper? You don’t need to treat me like a nun, Saul. I’m aware that some women accept money to get naked, and I don’t mind my husband seeing said women. I trust him,” Caroline responded.

“Right… well, that point might be moot, as like I said, I can’t find anyone. There isn’t a strip club in operation within fifty miles of us. I’ve got numerous ads online, but there are no takers. I’m still hopeful for a miracle, but just be prepared for a lack of tits tonight, Walter.”

From there, we talked about a few non-stripper-related topics before Saul left to go buy some supplies for tonight. The wife and I spent another hour in the yard before heading in for the day. At dinner, my wife commented that I was abnormally quiet. I made an excuse about being tired, but I had a lingering idea in my mind. An idea that I knew I should tuck away, but it kept popping back into my head. Finally, I gave in, set down my fork, and looked at my wife.

“What if you were the stripper for Parker’s party tonight,” I blurted out.

Caroline didn’t look up and just said, “Yeah, can you imagine.”

That gave me an out for my outlandish idea, but I doubled down. “I’m serious. You could wear a mask and strip for them. They wouldn’t know it was you.”

She looked up at me with confused eyes. “You want me to show our neighbor, his son, and probably two dozen other people my naked body? Why,” she asked.

“I think… it would be fun. You know I like it when other guys check you out. They wouldn’t know it was you, either. You might find it exciting to have so many men lusting after you at once,” I said, trying my best to explain my desire to see her do this.

“Have you gone insane, Walter? I’m a housewife, not a stripper. I would die of shame if word ever got out about me doing something like that,” she said. But I noticed something in her responses. She was listing reasons why she shouldn’t do it, but she hadn’t said no to my suggestion.

“Do me a favor. If this doesn’t convince you, then I’ll shut up. But close your eyes.”

“Why? What are you going to do,” she asked, eyeing me wearily.

“I’m just going to do some visualization with you.” Caroline considered me for a second before settling into her seat and closing şişli esc her eyes. “Imagine you are on a stage, dressed in a sexy, but not revealing, outfit. Before you are, dozens of men are looking at you with ravishing eyes. They want nothing more than to see your body. Your beauty is the object of their greatest desire currently, and you have the sole capability to provide that to them. Every inch you give, even a drop of a strap or hand moving across your body, drives them wild. Never again will you have these men at your mercy as much as you do now. They’ll think about you for years. When they are pleasuring themselves or even with another woman. The image of you on that stage confidently showing off your body will be unforgettable for them. That’s what I’m suggesting you do.”

Caroline didn’t immediately open her eyes when I finished talking. She was breathing a bit deeper, and I noticed her hand was clutching the fabric of her shorts rather tightly. “But how would this even work,” she asked. Holy shit, she was actually considering this.

“Well, Saul said he had a number of postings up seeking a stripper. How about we create an email address that you can use to respond to him? You agree on a price and conditions and show up tonight,” I said.

After listening to me, she had another long pause. “How much would I need to show,” she inquired.

“As much or little as you want.”

“I’m not saying I am in yet, but go ahead and find his want ad online. If I do this, I’m keeping all of the money,” she said, walking off. And with that, my wife’s career as a stripper was off to the races.

Caroline left in her car and returned an hour later. In that time, I found the ad and created a new email address for my stripper wife to use. We were only an hour away from the party when she sent him the message inquiring if he was still in need of a woman to perform. Not even a minute later, he responded, indicating he was and sounded desperate. Caroline, going by the name ‘Isabel’ in her messages, laid out her conditions. Five hundred dollars for one hour. She will be masked for the whole visit, and no attempts will be made to surmise her identity. She also made no promises about how much she would show if anything. But she will wear provocative clothing with some amount of clothing removal occurring. Saul replied, complaining about the price and, in particular, that she wasn’t even promising to show nudity, but Caroline remained steadfast. He agreed, and she promised to arrive at 8:30.

“Oh my god, what did you just talk me into,” she said after sending the last email.

“A night of fun, nothing else. So what are you going to show us tonight,” I said in a teasing voice.

“Show? I’m going to wear some sexy clothes, take off some layers but not show anything! Just as I told Saul. And you, mister, better behave. No getting fresh with me just because I’m your wife. As far as you are concerned, I’m a stranger,” she said in a panicked voice.

“Understood. But I’ll add this. Show what you are comfortable with. Don’t worry about me.”

“What does that mean,” she replied. But I just smiled.

A bit later I left, but not before kissing the nervous head of my wife, who was looking wide-eyed at the wall. I wondered if she would be a no-show at the party, but we would see. I was one of the last men to arrive and found two dozen men attending. Saul thanked me for coming and introduced me to the guests. Some I already knew as neighbors, which I knew would make Caroline nervous. But many were family members or friends of Saul.

“Any luck finding an entertainer,” I asked him, playing ignorant.

“Yes! At the last minute, I found someone willing. They’ll be here in ten minutes. I don’t know anything about them, including what they look like, but someone is better than no one. God, I hope they’re hot,” he told me before wandering off to tend to some guest.

I sat and watched the clock, feeling probably as anxious as Caroline did now. Having time to myself, I doubted my idea. Was I really okay with my wife showing herself off to this many men? But as I pictured them hollering at my wife as she nervously showed more and more skin, the doubts left my mind. Two minutes past eight, and I started to accept that she had chickened out, but then I heard a commotion from the kitchen.

“The entertainment has arrived, boys!” I heard Saul declare. But I didn’t get a chance to see her as everyone crowded into the living room where I was, except Saul. I assumed he was speaking with ‘Isabel’ about the plan, which raised the risk of him recognizing my wife’s voice. But I’m sure with the noise of the party she could avoid that from happening.

Saul came out and addressed the men. “In two weeks, my son will start his new life with his bride. But until then, he is allowed some fun. In the spirit of that thought, I give you Isabel!” He walked over to his stereo and started playing some generic slow-beat rock music. That’s when I saw her walk out in short, cautious steps. On her head, she taksim esc wore a blue masquerade mask that covered everything on her face but her eyes and mouth. She wore a deep purple lipstick and a short purple wig that hid the entirety of her normally brunette hair. Her outfit was composed on top of a buttoned-up white dress shirt. She also wore booty shorts that I had never seen before, and to round it out, she had on knee-length boots.

When she came into sight, the men cheered wildly, and I could tell she wasn’t expecting this many people. She stood scanning the crowd until she saw me, purposely sitting in the back. I gave her the smallest of nods and then joined in the cheering. After standing still for a few seconds, she seemed to remember what she was here for. She started swaying her hips and dipping down a bit. Pretty basic erotic dance moves, but that was understandable, given this was her first time doing this, after all. She turned around and repeated the same motions but stuck her butt out more.

“That’s an ass made for fucking!” One of our neighbors yelled out. Isabel gave him an odd look. Never had she heard this man she had lived next to for years talk about her in such a way. But he was far from the only one.

“God, I can’t wait to see her tits. I would love to pump my dick between them.”

“Do you show your pussy? I would pay so much money to see yours.”

“You would make so much money dancing in Vegas. Why are you in a nothing town like this?”

Those were just a few of the steady stream of hyper-sexual comments she was getting as she continued to sway her body to the music. “Take your top off!” I yelled. She shot me a look, but it had the effect I wanted. All two dozen men were calling for her to begin the strip.

She gritted her teeth and started unbuttoning her shirt as the guys reached a new level of cheering. She awkwardly swayed her hips while struggling with the buttons, given her shaky hands, but slowly, she made progress. Soon, her lacy bra came into view, and finally, the last button was undone. She dropped it off her shoulders, and after holding onto it for a minute, not knowing what to do with it, she threw it at the guys. I laughed as I wondered if she planned to give away all of her clothes and what she would go home in.

With the shirt out of the way, I appreciated the shorts she had worn to her debut as a stripper. They hugged her ass cheeks tightly and left some skin exposed on the sides. A bold choice given how unsure she had been about this. But despite how sexy they were, the crowd wanted them off and soon vocalized this desire to my masked wife. Her swaying slowed down as she picked up on what they were asking her to do. It was apparent this was not part of her plan, and I debated if she had chosen to wear anything under those shorts. But I joined in on the encouragement. “We want to see that hot ass! Don’t disappoint the soon-to-be groom,” I yelled out.

Parker had been given a seat up front and looked upon Isabel with wide eyes. I wondered if this was his first time seeing a woman in such a state. If only he knew who Isabel really was. He had known us for years and, like so many others, I would catch him watching my wife. It was tempting to share our secret with the young man, but that wouldn’t be fair to Caroline’s wishes.

After seeing her cheeks go red and not having any idea what to do otherwise, Isabel turned around and grabbed onto the sides of her shorts. She slowly slid them down while still shaking her hips side to side, telling me she was having fun at least. Probably scared as hell, but having fun. As the shorts slipped over her curvy butt, two questions I had were answered. She had elected to wear something underneath the shorts. But it was a thong, indicating to me she had not intended to remove said shorts. With 95% of my wife’s bare ass revealed to them, the bachelor party roared and sang praises of her glorious booty. They were clearly heard and appreciated by Isabel, who couldn’t hold back the large smile that was developing on her face.

As another song came on the stereo, she continued her routine of shaking her ass for the crowd. But she seemed to be doing it with more confidence and a bit of extra wiggle. As sexy as she looked up there and as much as the crowd enjoyed it, I knew what would soon happen, even if my wife didn’t. It started off with someone yelling, “I want to see more of you!”

Either Isabel didn’t hear that or, more likely, chose to ignore it. But another chimed in next with, “I want to see those titties!” She smiled shyly at them but made no move to follow their request.

I was tempted to start putting in my own encouragement, but the crowd didn’t seem to need my help. In the midst of loud cheers to see my wife’s tits, the men started pulling out money and throwing it at her. That seemed to flip a switch in her head as she came to appreciate just how much they wanted to see her in all of her topless glory. She put her hands up and then reached behind her back. I gasped as the scenario topkapı escort I thought would never happen was occurring before my eyes. My wife was about to let our neighbors and a bunch of strangers see her bare chest.

It was taking her a while to get the back undone. I could only imagine how shaky her hands were and how much she was questioning how she got talked into doing this. No other man but me has seen her in an undressed state like this. In a single moment, that number was going to skyrocket from one to twenty-five. Her eyes widened, and she froze, which told me she got the hooks undone. Nothing to do now but show the goods.

She put an arm over her chest as the bra loosened its grip on her. She pulled the bra out between her chest and arm, being careful to keep everything covered for now. It was entertaining to see her face flip from extreme embarrassment and uncertainty, but then look up at the highly excited men and get her confidence back to continue. She stayed in this covered state for a bit as the third song came on. I wondered if this was her limit, but in the process of shaking her ass to the music, an accident happened. Her movement causes her left breast to pop out, revealing her nipple to the men. She got it covered again, but it was too late. All of the men had seen her half-topless and wouldn’t settle down until they got the whole package. Seeing her take one last deep breath, she looked down at her feet and lifted both arms into the air. Gentlemen, I present to you my wife’s tits.

As the crowd roared, Isabel still couldn’t face them. Her mind was probably a sea of shame and sexual thrill. Finally, though, she looked up and caught my eyes. I smiled and gave her a thumbs up and then made a motion mimicking the removal of underwear. She gave me a scared look and returned her attention to the men enjoying the sight of her jiggling chest. She embraced this and started shaking her chest to the music. It was astonishing how used to being exposed she got. Once she got over the barrier to removing her top, she seemed much more relaxed. But the sight of so many men lusting after my wife was proving to be an immense turn-on for me. The things they would do to her if she let them…

Her going topless proved to satisfy the men’s sexual desire, but only for a time. I had planted the idea already in her head when we made eye contact, but, just as I figured, the neighbors and strangers started to want to see the last bit of her nudity. They desired her pussy. It started off exactly as it had with her tits. With a single comment from the crowd. “Pussy time!” And just like last time, she ignored it. Likely she figured she could use her nude tits to distract anyone requesting she remove her thong. And honestly, this worked. A few would make a similar comment for her to strip, and she would direct them to her ample, naked bosom shaking before their eyes. But this became less and less effective, and too many of them were calling for her womanhood to get exposed for her to distract.

I elected to join in and yelled, “You’re too hot not to show off your pussy!” Her eyes shot to me and gave me a look of anger that quickly turned into one of desperation. She was considering it. God, the idea of my neighbors, after having lusted over my wife for years, getting to see her most intimate of areas. I couldn’t wait to get her by myself later so I could relieve this sexual build-up I was experiencing.

Isabel could have made it clear she wasn’t going to strip off her panties, but she hadn’t done that yet. Her hands went from teasing her tits to rubbing up and down her sides to resting on her hips. They lay on the side straps of her thong for a while. She swayed to the music and looked off at nothing like she was in deep thought. Watching her hands closely, I saw her thumbs move between the fabric and her skin, and I knew it was happening. She did it without warning. In a sudden movement, she pulled down her thong and stood back up. Her pussy was clean-shaven, not something she does often. That told me she was at least toying with this being a possibility even before she came over and got intoxicated by the male attention. Regardless of her original attention, the end state was what mattered. She stood there with her legs squirming, not knowing what to do now. But as she scanned the room, her eyes fell upon Parker sitting in his chair, and she remembered what she came here for.

My wife is a thoughtful woman, and I knew a big reason she agreed to this was a desire to give our neighbor’s young son a proper send-off into married life. With that probably in her mind, she descended upon the naive man. At first, she just walked around him, giving him a close-up view of everything she had to offer. With her confidence building, she then turned around in front of him and bent over, giving him a view I had never dreamed anyone else would ever see, let alone our neighbor’s son. Isabel then straddled the young man, and as soon as her lap fell on his, she gave a quick look down, and she had a momentary look of shock. The feeling of his rock-hard cock on her bare pussy was not something she was prepared to feel. But she regained her composure and was soon thrusting her hips on the boy’s lap, likely further stimulating that unexpected erection.