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Flashing Hubby
Smashwords Edition. Copyright © 2012 by Lynn Mixon.
Linda loved her husband completely, but things had gotten predictable. The sex was good, but it was time to shake things up.
She decided to flash him while he was at lunch, so he would take her back to his office and fuck her blind. A handsome valet joining him for lunch was the first kink in her plan. That wasn’t the last kink she dealt with over lunch, or the most pleasurable.
Flashing Hubby
Linda looked at the clock on the bedroom wall. She was right on schedule. Her husband would be eating his lunch in an hour and she had just enough time to get dressed and go surprise him.
Really surprise him.
She hung her towel on the shower bar and walked over to her closet, naked. What should she wear? Maybe she had something conservative that would do the trick…no, perhaps something slutty. She was going to his office, so whatever she chose it had to be modest enough to keep her from getting arrested but still make her easily accessible, all while maintaining a modicum of decorum. Wouldn’t want everyone in the office to know what she was up to. Or did she mind?
A nice chestnut brown skirt that nearly matched the color or her hair caught her eye. She pulled it out and held it up in front of the mirror. It was full enough to allow some movement and fell demurely to just above her knees. Perfect! Now she just needed to find the right blouse to complete her ensemble.
She settled on a pretty white button up that was just a shade too tight. Her breasts were full enough to cause the buttons to bulge in a way that no man could ignore. They’d keep a close watch on her chest hoping one would pop open and show a little skin.
Today, they might get their wish.
She dressed quickly, not bothering with underwear. Today was an all-out seduction, and she didn’t want to leave any doubt in his mind what she was doing.
The skirt clung to her curvy hips and really accentuated her slender waist. The blouse was magnificent. Her breasts pushed it out to the breaking point. The gaps in the fabric showed a lot of skin. More than she’d expected. The fabric was pulled so tight that she hoped a button didn’t really pop before she got to her destination. A lacy garter belt, silk stockings, and a sleek pair of black pumps completed her look.
She brushed her hair, grabbed her purse, and headed for the garage. There, she considered her options—sedan or convertible? Definitely the convertible.
The little red Porsche sat low to the ground and she almost had to fall into it. Getting out gracefully without showing the valet her goods would be a challenge, although the idea of a young man getting a glimpse only made her hotter. She didn’t intend to flash anyone except her husband, but “accidents” do happen.
Unlike those young starlets who can’t seem to go anywhere without an entourage, she wouldn’t have the paparazzi stalking her for a beaver shot.
Linda grinned at the image of camera flashes catching her with no underwear and slid into the luxurious leather seat. The sports car started with a powerful roar. The vibration of the engine lit a fire in her pussy. She loved the sexy little car. She hit the garage controls and screeched down her driveway to make her husband’s day.
Ned was a partner at one of the more prestigious law firms downtown. He was always so busy that he usually had lunch in the café off the square. He said he enjoyed the open air and watching all the people around him. He’d always been a people watcher.
Today he’d get an eyeful.
Parking downtown was a serious pain in the ass. During their campaigns, the politicians always swore they’d do something about it, but as soon as the election was behind them, those promises vanished into the ether. Until the next election cycle, that is. If you wanted to be sure you could get into the heart of the city, you came by either bus or cab, or you let a valet park you at one of the monster parking garages.
She preferred the one at the Hilton. Not only did they know how to take care of an expensive car, the valets were usually handsome young men. More than a few of them had featured in one of her late night diddling sessions. She’d never cheat on Ned, but she wasn’t dead.
Her smile widened as she saw who was in next in line to park her car. Antonio was an exchange student from Italy with an amazing body. Tall, with thick, dark curly hair, and exceptionally well built. Oh, yes, time to expand operation peekaboo.
His pearly white teeth lit his tanned face as he opened her door. “Welcome back, Mrs. Palmer. Joining your husband for lunch at the Square? He’s a lucky man.”
His sexy accent made her smile knowingly. Just thinking of how he rolled his R’s and how sensational they would feel against her pulsing clit left her secretly breathless.
Linda swung one foot out onto the pavement and her skirt rode up to her thigh. She saw his smile wobble just a bit when he looked straight down at her pussy.
She paused only slightly longer than was warranted while she gathered her things, but he wouldn’t be complaining. She could almost feel his gaze on her sensitive flesh and her nectar pooled in her pussy as her sex throbbed with arousal.
His hand was a tad late in coming to help her stand up, but his grin was as bright as the sun. She smoothed her skirt as if she had no idea he’d been staring at her sex. “I think lunch is a good start, dear Antonio. One of these days, you’ll have to join us. The snapper is to die for.”
“It always is,” he purred. “I’ll be taking my lunch break as soon as I park your car. Perhaps I’ll see you there.” And with that, he bent his head down, brought her hand to his lips, and gently kissed.
“It’s very possible. The weather is so beautiful today; I think we’ll have to sit in their outdoor café. Have a great day.” She waved her fingers over her shoulder as she headed out to the square. She didn’t need to look back to know he was watching the exaggerated sway she was putting into her hips.
Then she heard him mutter, “Oh yes, he is a very lucky man.”
Oh, yeah. This was the best idea she’d had in a long while. If she swayed her hips just right, she knew from experience that she could quietly come just from walking. If not, she’d just make Ned take her back up to his office. That big desk of his was a great place for a noon quickie, and it wouldn’t be the first time.
The patio was already crowded with business people out on their lunch break. The afternoon was sunny and the temperature was just right to enjoy the outdoors. Ned was a creature of habit and he always got there early so he could get a seat off in the corner. He said the view was better with his back to the wall.
She’d definitely put his back against the wall.
As she rounded the corner, there he was, with his usual iced tea and sandwich. She stopped for a moment to admire the love of her life. He took her breath away even all these years of marriage. At forty-two, he was just as hunky as that young stud, Tony. Tall, broad shouldered, and incredibly handsome, not that she was biased, of course. Just ask the secretarial pool at the firm.
That was where she’d met him ten years ago. She was such a cliché. A secretary made good. Though she made sure to tell everyone that he’d been single—never married—when she put the moves on him. She hadn’t even been his secretary, so it was all fair and square.
And they were still as deliriously happy as the night he’d fucked her on that big polished, walnut desk, after the Christmas party. Things had gotten only a little pedestrian in the bedroom over the years. Not bad, just predictable. She wanted to have something impulsive and unexpected happen between them, just to spice things up.
Fucking her husband on his big desk after flashing him in a public place would absolutely do that.
She found a table with the perfect line of sight to her husband and sat down, being sure to angle her legs toward him. The white plastic tabletop would shield her from the eyes of anyone not sitting near him.
There were a few people around at the moment, mostly couples and small groups of office workers. None of the diners was looking in their direction, but a wandering glance at the wrong moment would provide a much more entertaining dining experience than anyone had bargained for.
She set her purse on the table and pulled her skirt up a little, spreading her legs enough so that he could see a little thigh when he looked. The only question in her mind was, how long before he looked her way?
Her smile faltered when Tony walked up to her husband’s table and stuck out his hand. They shook and Tony joined him. It didn’t look like either man had spotted her, but that wouldn’t last long. Especially since they were both facing toward her.
Okay, she’d flashed Tony already, but that was deniable. If she carried through now, she’d look like a slut. Should she abort the plan and try again later?
Would Tony blab what he’d seen? She betted he wouldn’t. What kind of guy tells a woman’s husband he just saw her naked from the waist down? No, that secret was safe.
But Tony evidently didn’t mind sharing that he’d seen her leaving the hotel for the square, because Ned’s eyes widened and he started looking around for her. Then his gaze met hers.
She could still give up her plan and go join them, but then the surprise was ruined. Or, she could accept there was an extra set of eyes and just keep going.
What the hell, he’s already seen her naked pussy. Maybe the extra eyes would be a turn on for everyone involved. If Ned objected, he’d stop her before she got too far along.
Linda spread her knees a little further apart, exposing her well-tanned inner thighs. She lifted her skirt so he wouldn’t have any doubt she was putting on a show for him. Her pussy was so sensitive that the open air made it tingle.
Her husband’s eyes grew huge and he shot a look at Tony, who sat back grinning. Ned shook his head and smiled before he said something to the Italian man. They laughed.
Reassured that her husband wasn’t going to react furiously, she licked her lips for them. Her face felt a little hot from the embarrassment of publicly exposing herself, but that only added to the thrill. This was a whole lot different from the micro bikini she’d worn on their honeymoon.
She pulled the hem of her skirt higher and caressed her leg, letting the feel of her fingers on her skin excite her. She’d only planned to tease him with the sight of her pussy, but now she wondered if she should go further. In fact, she had no idea where this might lead, which was exciting in its own way.
The way Tony’s eyes devoured her emboldened her. If any of the other people saw what was happening, she might have to make a hasty retreat, but it would be worth it.
Linda slid her hand under her skirt at the slit, bringing her fingers within inches of her pussy. That made Tony’s eyebrows shoot to the top of his forehead, then sit up and take notice…Ned’s too. Both men leaned forward eagerly to watch the slow progress she made toward her wet sex.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and she quickly glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had noticed. So far, it appeared she’d avoided attracting the wrong kind of attention. But she knew that couldn’t last in a crowd this big.
She pulled the lips of her pussy apart and showed them the hot, pink flesh inside her. Her clit throbbed when she rubbed the tip of her finger across it before trailing lower. She paused at her entrance and then sank her digit all the way in to the last knuckle.
God, she was wet. The heat of her sex rose as she slowly worked a second finger in beside the first, hoping no one else could hear her moan. She used her thumb to brush her clit, trying to bring herself off quickly. She didn’t have time to dawdle.
Her vision narrowed to Ned. She watched his face as she masturbated right in front of him, and a hundred other people. He mouthed that he loved her.
Her insides melted and she sped up, no longer caring if someone saw her. She needed to come and she needed Ned. The sooner she did the first, the faster she’d get the second.
Something inside her contracted slowly as she approached that indefinable moment when she knew she was about to come. The world hovered on the brink and then the pleasure washed over her. She bit her lip as her pussy squeezed her fingers rhythmically, but she knew some sound must’ve leaked out.
She tried to compose herself, but she had to look like she’d just had sex. No one in front of her—except for Ned and Tony—was watching. However, several people near her were giving her some strange looks.
Linda straightened in her chair and pulled her skirt down. She smiled at Ned and brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean.
Ned rose to his feet and jerked his head toward his office building. Getting out of there was probably a good idea. From the scowls, some of the women nearby, they knew what she’d been doing.
Linda rose on shaky legs, followed Ned as he said something to Tony, and made his exit. She winked at Tony as she passed by, slid her arm around her husband’s waist, and kissed him deeply. “Did you enjoy the show?”
He tilted her chin up and smiled down at her. “I can’t believe you just did that, you minx. Tony was sitting right there.”
“I made a guess that you wouldn’t mind too much if he was looking. It made it hotter for me.”
He led her through the door to his building and into the elevator. “Tony really liked the show. You’re not looking to trade me in for a newer model, are you?” His easy grin removed all doubt that he was kidding.