Susan finished drying herself and put the towel on the counter. Then she took the towel from her hair, ran it through as she began to ready herself for their night out. Behind her, Edward turned on the shower and stepped in.
“What to wear?” Susan whispered to herself as she stepped out of the bath and rummaged through her suitcase. She wondered if she packed the appropriate clothes for this holiday.
While total nudity is the norm during the daytime in Cap d’Agde, in the evening people get dressed up. She remembered Edward telling her that the ladies in particular dress up in the sexiest of outfits for the night out. The two women at the poolside bar confirmed that. Although she had nothing remotely as sexy as what those women were wearing, she would have to make do with what she brought.
She pulled a pair of fishnet thigh-high stockings from her suitcase. The stockings were something her husband had given her, and insisted she bring on this holiday. And after seeing those women earlier, she now felt comfortable wearing those stockings. She knew Edward would love seeing her in them.
As she pulled them slowly over her legs, she had to admit feeling them glide over her flesh and adjusting and straighten the seam at the back, gave her a rush of excitement.
She looked for her shoes. She picked out the black strappy heels that she had packed just for this trip to Cap d’Agde. They were the sexiest she owned – made of black leather, with a four-inch heel, open at the toes, and with a crisscross pattern of ankle straps. She slipped them on, fastened the ankle straps, and walked around in front of the mirror.
“Hmmm, these aren’t nearly as slutty as the heels those other women were wearing, but they do look sexy,” she thought to herself. The heels and the lace tops of these stockings did advertise, “Come fuck me!” but in a chic and sophisticated, not an in-your-face slutty way.
She paused. Looking at her image in the full-length mirror, the reflection she saw was a woman defying her age. Susan worked hard to keep her body tight and was proud to see the hard work evident before her. And the heels really did accentuate her long legs and butt. There was nothing like a good pair of heels to help build a woman’s confidence. She felt scandalously sexy.
She rummaged through her suitcase in search of the little black dress Edward bought her for this trip. Strangely she was now actually looking forward to wearing something risqué in public; something she would not be caught dead wearing at home.
A loud knock sounded at the door and startled Susan. “Shit!” she muttered. It must be maintenance for the door lock. “Just a minute!” she called. She frantically looked around for something appropriate to wrap around her; she had put both towels in the bath.
Just then the shower stopped. Edward stepped out of the shower just as she moved toward the bathroom to grab a towel. He was blocking her from moving further into the small bathroom.
“Maintenance is at the door. I’m going to need one of these towels!” Susan said sternly.
Edward looked at his wife as he dried himself. She looked absolutely delicious standing before him naked but for a sexy pair of stockings and high heels.
Suddenly a devious smile came across Edward as the spontaneity of the moment took over. He could not explain why. Perhaps it was his dream or perhaps it was the erotic atmosphere they experienced on the beach.
“Honey, you don’t need a towel. Just open the door and let him in to work!”
“What?” She whispered. “You have got to be kidding me!” she said with exasperation, glaring at her husband, obviously upset at his suggestion.
Edward avoided looking directly at his wife, but he could feel her death stare.
Susan felt the air leave her lungs as her eyes opened wide and her body shivered, surprised at her husband’s suggestion. Over time, she had gotten comfortable on a nude beach and not feeling conscientious about her nudity. She believed being naked on a beach all day would be enough to appease her husband’s deviant fantasies, but that was evidently not the case.
“I can’t understand why my own husband would want to humiliate me like this! Is it not enough that I was naked all day? Is it not enough that a hundred strangers saw me naked? Is it not enough for you that you had your fingers in my pussy at the beach in front of an audience?” she castigated trying to stop this charade.
Susan stood in complete disbelief staring at her husband, waiting for him to simply pass a bath towel.
“We talked about pushing our boundaries. So go ahead, I dare you!” he said.
She felt her heart stop at his words, her eyes opening wide. For a moment, she thought about it. She shook her head, silently resisting her husband’s twisted suggestion. “Why is he trying to embarrass me?”
But Susan understood all too well her husband’s intention. She knew he wanted her to be more open. She knew he wanted her to push her morale boundaries, testing the limits of how far she would go.
“What if we get in trouble?” Susan asked trying to reason with her husband and his deviant challenge. “What if somebody calls the police? What if we get kicked out of this hotel?”
Edward had fantasized about a similar scenario to this — a hotel room service or a pizza delivery, with his wife answering the door in something see-thru. He knew this would be pushing her limits; it was certainly pushing his.
He leaned in to his flustered wife and whispered, “We’re in a hotel in a place called The Naked City. We’re unlikely to get in trouble here,” Edward said, calmly. “Just have fun with it! I’ll close this door, but I will be right here if you need me and to make sure nothing inappropriate happens.”
“Madam?” called the voice outside the door. “You called Maintenance?” the man bellowed out in a heavy French accent.
“Trust me! You look incredible standing there in just those high heels!” he grinned.
“Just a sec,” she answered him through the door. Looking back at her husband expectantly, Susan saw him nod slightly. It was clear; he was undeterred and any further debate would be fruitless.
She stood there in silence for a moment as she pondered the entire situation. Never in a million years would she have imagined herself actually considering such a surreal and indecent proposition.
And she also noticed her husband’s cock sticking straight out while he dried himself. She rolled her eyes in disbelief. Although she had to admit she was at times too conservative and ‘introverted’ when in public, she still could not understand how her husband could actually get aroused at the thought of his wife exposing herself to strangers.
Could she do this? She knew he wanted her to flash and tease other men. But here, in a hotel room and relatively alone with a stranger, was a totally different scenario. This was crossing the line, wasn’t it?
Susan felt like her heart was lodged into her throat as she walked to the door, attempting to hide her nervousness from her imminent exposure before a hotel maintenance man. Trembling, she could not believe she was even considering going through with it.