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The conference has dragged on and post- conference meetings had rather boringly ensued, so much so that I sat there gazing out the window and mused on my life up to its present day. Dave and I had married relatively young and for both of us were each others first love. Our honeymoon was marvelous and Dave was all that a young women could desire, tall athletic and very handsome, dynamic and adventurous in bed, so much so that I enjoyed the envious looks my female friends would bestow on him and think to myself hands off he's mine! Dave was very attentive and caring towards me and we had two children quickly. The joy of motherhood engulfed me and I loved the time and devotion I lavished on them as they grew. The time I needed to spend with them diminished as they grew and found myself some part time work in advertising which slowly grew into a full time job as the children matured and set forth on their own lives. Dave in the meantime work hard in developing his landscaping business into a fairly large organization which seemed to eat into whatever spare time he had. His rugby playing diminished as he matured, something which I didn't mind as some of his friends were a bit coarse and he went to golf but the business growth soon put and end to that. I in the meantime had time to go to the gym and work out and the exercise soon returned my form back to pretty well about my girlhood figure, as accomplishment not lost on Dave as he would often complement me on the way I looked and praised my figure. I sometimes looked in the full length mirror in our bedroom and could see that Dave did indeed have reason to be proud. My stomach was flat and, thanks to years of wearing good bra my breasts were still firm and high and just the right size, but matured from the days of a teenager. Dave would often comment how other married men would sneak admiring glances at me as we went to social occasions, and also see their wives frown as they caught them at it. Some of the men had even made passes at me but I was in love with my husband and paid them no heed, not that I didn't appreciate their attention. Lately however Dave was working harder and harder and our quality time together faded, our love making was usually brief, not very satisfying and less often than I desired, a fact that I thought was fairly common among couples at our stage of life and I found myself musing at times about how I wish we could go back to our earlier more sensual days. Lately I have resorted to pleasuring myself in order to release my sexual tension and to avoid any stress on our marriage. I usually do this in our bedroom after Dave has gone to work as it feels naughty and slightly unfaithful in a way and I wouldn't want him to know that I do it. My fantasies ranged far and wide in the privacy of our bedroom and covered many situations from innocent schoolgirl petting, pretending to spurn their advances, to being coerced into sex, only apparently unwilling. These fantasies were usually satisfying and made me content. The more intense emotions came from a voyeuristic situation when I would dress myself in everyday clothes, a dress or a skirt and blouse, never slacks and imagine I was being watched as I lay on the bed, pretending to tease my "audience" as I thought of "him" watching my every move from my growing arousal as I stroked my body through my clothes and proceeded to advance slowly forward imagining the pleasure he was getting from the view of my increasing arousal and gradual progression of my "show" as I slowly allowed myself to succumb to my inhibitions, drag my dress up my thighs and allow more and more of my body to be exposed, which greatly enhanced my feelings that grew and grew. Thinking of him rubbing and stroking his erect penis as he saw the pleasure I was giving myself, The emotion of naughtiness enhanced my feeling as I lay on the bed, my blouse open, bra undone, my erect nipples point to the ceiling, my dress and slip high up on my hips, my panties halfway down my thighs, my legs wide open and my knees bent, pleasuring myself before experiencing unusually intense orgasms, imagining him ejaculating at the same time, as his semen shot forth from his cock. I enjoyed these the most and would try to hold the moment as long as possible for myself, usually feeling quite exhausted from my strong orgasm. But I didn't really understand why I should feel like that, I was always careful about the way I sat and dressed and I knew that no man had ever seen anything that could be considered as revealing. I was always so aware to be careful about crossing my legs and always kept my knees modestly together and although I wore attractive underwear it was never seen by any other male but my husband. I was sure that no man had ever seen any part of me that could be thought of as evocative in the way I behaved, excluding my Dave of course, as I would occasionally flash him with a peek up my skirt and sometimes even when we were in company if I could manage it, but always carefully so that nobody ever knew what I was up to, I would have been very embarrassed if anyone had seen me doing this. I loved to see the look of surprise on his face that would quickly change to a knowing smile as the usually brief show passed, leaving me with a little twinge of excitement at what I had done. I had even practiced in front of our bedroom mirror, experimenting to see how much he would be able to see. I would change my dress or skirt to see which colour or fabric would offer the better shot and also tried various coloured panties and material, nylon satin or cotton to see which would afford the most pleasurable vision for Dave. These sessions would usually end up with my masturbating as I found performing and changing clothes in front of the mirror would leave me moist and aroused from the visions I would see looking back at me as well as the thought of deliberately planning to expose parts of myself to my husband. The sight of the tantalizing view up my skirt with my rounded thighs slightly parted just revealing my panties and crossing my legs reflecting back from the mirror would slowly arouse me as I tried other outfits to potentially tease my Dave. The lighter coloured summer dresses allowed the better sights as they let more light through but more especially front buttoning summer frocks are the most revealing as the gaps between to buttons would allow much more light through to my thighs and even to my panties which would be highly visible and even allow a glimpse of the shadow of my pubes when wearing slightly transparent nylons panties which I thought looked the best up the valley of my thighs It makes me moist to think of the pleasure I still get from these little episodes. During one of these meetings I looked about at my colleagues, and saw a wide range of personalities, the work dedicated ones who slaved away and their reward was a pat on the head from the principal, others who just treated it as a pastime, those who seemed to have lucrative contracts fall into their laps and seemed to coast into management easily still others who seem to think they are god's gift to women and hit on any available female seeming to think they are irresistible, these people I avoid as they are so false and untrustworthy and so transparent. There are also the women in the company and they fall roughly into the same categories but with the added venom that only women have! I decided then it was time to fan the embers of our relationship and I went out to a lingerie shop to see what was available as a new wrapping for my body was needed. Well the range of sensual undergarments was astounding and I had much trouble in selecting what I thought would create the desired effect and eventually purchased a range that I was sure would inflame Dave's libido. I went back to the hotel and bathed luxuriously in the ornate surroundings that only hotels can provide and lying back in the perfumed bubble bath decided about how I was going to seduce Dave. I shaved my legs and bikini line enjoying the sensation of massaging my slender well formed legs and thighs, a sight my husband always enjoyed, my plan was simple, I would come out of the airport in my business suite and greet him, my jacket would be undone so if was observant enough he would see my new semi transparent blouse and a hint of my new bra underneath, then as he held the car door open for me. He was always a gentleman, I would slide my legs, slightly immodestly of course, in the door but not so quickly that he could not fail to notice that I was wearing stockings as I subtly flashed him, and in the car my skirt would ride up apparently unnoticed, and my legs would part a little and hopefully gain his attention. Lying in the bath I mentally rehearsed the way I could accomplish this without being to obvious and knew I could do it. The tiredness I felt and the warm caressing bubbles plus the glass of wine I was drinking made me feel languid and sexy and the tingle that went through my body made me squeeze and rub my thighs together in anticipation and I knew I was really looking forward to the task of seducing my husband. I closed my eyes and pictured the glimpsed the erotic snapshots I would provide for his eyes, sliding into the car seat, feeling the cool evening air on my naked thighs above my stockings, feeling my thighs rubbing together sensually, enjoying the naughtiness of parting my legs on the way home and feeling my skirt tight across my thighs, moving about in the seat to encourage my skirt to slide up my legs to tantalize Dave with the sight of my stocking tops peeping out under the hem of my skirt. I dressed in my treasure trove of lingerie and after perfuming myself in his, and my favorite fragrance and slipped on my new garter belt, a delicate item with just enough lace to be attractive but not so much as to be tarty, reached into the bag and took out the black sheer stockings and gently rolled them up my smooth legs and snapped then into place with the silver suspender clasps, next came the beautiful bra, a sexy half cup number that only just covered my nipples, finally the sheer panties seductively slid up my thighs to cover but not completely hide my neatly trimmed pussy. I found a mirror on the wardrobe door and stood there and admired the effect I had created and it did look good. I slowly stroked by body, lightly caressing my breasts, feeling my nipples press in response against the lacy material of my bra at the attention they were receiving, then down over my tummy and thighs and back up between my thighs relishing the feel the suspenders and of my naked thighs above my stocking tops and thought how sensual in felt in comparison to wearing pantyhose, and up and lightly massage my pubic mound feeling my silky patch under the smooth panties. I bathed momentarily in the erotic vision reflected back at me by the mirror my pretty white underwear, dark stockings and lightly tanned flesh contrasting seductively. I slipped my skirt up my legs, donned the semi sheer blouse, deciding to leave one more button undone than necessary, put on my sling back black heels and lastly my jacket, and again looking in the mirror to see myself as his more demure wife, but with a secret waiting underneath for my unsuspecting husband and felt a flutter pass through my stomach as I smoothed my skirt over my thighs, smiling to myself as I felt the bumps of the suspender clips under my palms. I settled the hotel bill and requested a taxi informing the desk of my flight time only to be told the flight had been cancelled and the next flight was leaving at 11.30pm but I was welcome to wait in a small reading room and wait for a taxi which they had booked for me, I was deflated and I sighed as I realized that my little plan was falling apart. He brought me a hot cup of coffee, a glass of port and some magazines to read saying that when the taxi arrived he would come to the outside door which I could leave through and close behind me as it was a one way door. Well, there I was pleasantly tired, with reading material a cup of coffee, a port, and two and a half hours to kill, not to mention feeling sexy, very aware of my sexy under attire awaiting my husband's approval. I drank the coffee, started to read and sip the port. Shortly the receptionist let in another guest and said much the same about his flight being delayed till midnight and he was welcome to wait as there were no more people to check out. As I was reading I didn't pay any attention to the other person sitting across from me and continued with the article that interested me. The wine I had earlier in the evening and the port had made me drowsy and soon my eyes closed as my magazine rested on my lap. Some time later I roused from my nap and slowly became awake to look about the room, on the seat across from me there sat a man about fifty plus looking fairly distinguished and moderately attractive, I glanced down to my magazine and to my embarrassment as I was sleeping I must have slid down in the seat raising my skirt somewhat to expose a bit too much thigh to be modest, but also my legs had parted of good few inches and as I was facing the light my room companion must have had a good eyeful up my skirt and surely a glimpse of the surprises intended only for my husbands eyes to gaze upon. I was quite horrified at my inadvertent display I had unknowingly provided the other person in the room. Avoiding moving quickly I carefully sat up pushing my skirt down and modestly put my knees together and to the side, I was sure I was blushing profusely but could not see any reaction from the man across from me as his face was in shadow. I hid my embarrassment behind the magazine and went on reading. Just then the deskman came in and spoke to him saying the hotel was closing and he could leave much the same as I had been told, he thanked the clerk and as he moved forward I could see he had very dark spectacles on and then I realized he was blind when I also saw his white cane. After a while I thought back to how silly I had reacted, but also became aware of what an erotic situation it had been and felt a little twinge of excitement creeping up on me as some of my masturbation fantasies flashed before me. I could not believe how ideal this scenario matched my sexual imagination, what better or safer audience could I have, a blind man, in an anonymous hotel room with almost no possibility of being interrupted. The sensual feeling kept creeping on me no doubt fuelled by the wine and port but also the sexy underwear, the stockings I was wearing as well as the anticipation of seeing Dave and the evening I had hoped we would have had, and also the reason I was wearing them. I continued to read but after a few minutes I kept glancing over to the man, sitting there so impassively, almost statue like. His outline, for that was all I could see of him, was manly and certainly attractive and I found myself looking at him openly and boldly, knowing full well that I was not going to be caught out and embarrassed, studying the firm chin, the way he carried his head, and his general demeanor indicated he was probably a manager with some authority. As I gazed at his silhouette, the situation of ten minutes ago came back into my mind, that I had inadvertently allowed him to "see" up my skirt, to see what a woman wants no, well almost no other male to see. There was no denying the tiny flutter growing in my stomach as this thought lingered in my mind. So I thought, what the hell, turned my legs gently so the were pointed directly at him, my skirt rising a couple of inches and sat still for several minutes, imagining my peeper, his eyes fixed on my knees, trying to will me into relaxing myself and perhaps let my knee drop a bit, this I did and knew what he could "see" as I had practiced such a movement in the privacy of my bedroom, to allow a glimpse up the shadowy valley beneath my skirt. I stayed like this several minutes as the fluttering in my chest traveled down to my stomach. I then, ever so slowly allowed my other knee to drift open, just a little, making sure that they were facing him and enjoyed the growing situation, bathing in the sensuality of being so brazen in front of another male but also knowing I was safe because he couldn't see the shadowy vision between my parted legs that I was offering him. I pictured the view he could observe as I had seen in my bedroom mirror at home when masturbating to my fantasies. I waited till traffic went by and used the sound to hide the fact that I crossed my legs as my nylons hissed quietly as they rubbed together, not carefully as a lady should but more openly knowing he could "see" the view I offered to him. As more vehicles passed I continued to tantalize my unseeing companion but more likely myself by crossing my legs more and more overtly, lifting my knee higher each pass and bathing in the erotic scene I had contrived. "Do you like looking up my skirt... can you see the stockings I am wearing... would you like to see more?" I silently whispered to myself. By now I was feeling quite aroused and could not deny the heat forming in my panties. I couldn't believe that I had the opportunity to put safely into action the little visions I had practiced at home in front of my mirror, and I knew what he couldn't see, all this was extremely arousing to me not only to act out my fantasies but with the assurance that I was completely anonymous to the man who was the beneficiary of my desire. All the time I slid ever so slightly down the chair which had the effect of sliding my skirt up and combined with my leg crossing was showing a generous amount of my upper limbs, to expose fleeting snapshots of the white triangle of my new sexy white panties, not to mention the intensely sensual feeling of my bare thighs above my stockings rubbing together and taking the opportunity of squeezing them together as well. By now I was getting into the moment so undid my jacket "showing" him my light blouse with my lacy bra clearly visible underneath and undid another button to he could "see" my cleavage. My arousal was growing, displaying myself, a demure married women in her thirties behaving so blatantly in front of another man, almost inviting him to gaze on my increasingly aroused body and taunting him, the fact that he was blind gave me the boldness to be so naughty, to expose myself to a man who was not my husband. My breathing was starting to become more erratic and I had to open my mouth so there wasn't so much sound and this also added more excitement to my feelings As I glanced down I could see the tops of my stocking mid thigh and the bumps in my skirt that hid the suspender clasps and, I then knew I wanted him to see more, much more. So, with a gentle sigh I surrendered to my arousal and let my legs slowly drift further apart so that my skirt was tight across my thighs and knew that everything under my dress was there for him to "look" upon, all my secrets, my stocking clad thighs, the naked flesh above, my suspenders, my sex covered only by the now moist sheer material of my panties, were all on display for this stranger, I couldn't believe that is was me doing this, that somehow there was another being inside me inciting such lewd behavior, overcoming my reserve and nature, but the intensity of my emotions had overruled my modesty completely! I lifted my hands to my breasts and stroked them lightly, feeling my nipples respond quickly and push through my bra and blouse into my palm of my hands, Oh I felt so wicked as my breathing increased and my chest rose a fell more and more, and soon the fantasy engulfed me and swept me along its erotic path sending my hands slowly down stroking over my thighs and slip my skirt slowly up over my stocking tops past my suspenders and exposing the bare pale flesh above, the sensation of doing this was so intense I had to will myself not to gasp as my skirt slid sensually and slowly up my bare sensitive thighs. All the time I kept looking at him but never saw him react as he sat there his face to the side and resting his hands on his cane. I looked to my lap and could see all of my naked thighs, the lacy straps of my suspenders, and the tip of my new snow white satin panties peeping out, I eased my thighs even further apart and was tempted to say to him, "Do you see my skirt pulled up over my bare thighs, do you see my dark stockings, the pretty white lace of my suspenders across my naked thighs disappearing under my panties, I bought all this purposefully to excite a man, can you see my pretty panties, I specially bought them for only one man to see, my husband, do you see my legs spread wide for you, can you see the satin of my pretty white panties getting wet with my desire, my arousal, shall I undo my blouse and let you see my breasts, covered by my pretty lacy bra with my nipples hard and erect, would you like me to tease my titties for you." But I didn't, those words they would stay locked up in my mind only for me to know, but even the thought of saying these naughty words inflamed my eroticism to a higher level, as I closed my eyes and fought to keep my breathing under control My hands then crept up to my blouse and slowly undid each button, one by one, teasing my innocent companion in lust, opening my blouse, uncovering the rest of my sexy underwear. I caressed my breasts through the sheer lacy material as they strained against their confinement, I then slipped my hands into each cup and gently squeezed each hardened nipple before revealing them for his approval by unsnapping the front opening clasp. The cool evening air making my nipples pucker even more becoming deliciously sensitive peaks. My desire was now complete and I knew I would have to satisfy myself and did not wait for the passing cars to hide my actions, my left hand strayed down to my thighs and ran my nails over their heated smooth bare flesh moving me up to yet another plane of arousal as I massaged and pinched the inside of my naked sensitive thighs for several minutes my feelings building and building my breathing deeper and deeper as my thighs trembled and swayed at the attention they were receiving. Soon my hands which I didn't seem to have any control of slowly and surely moved up to the front of my panties to massage my pubic mound, found their way to my rapidly moistening cleft and stroked up and down over the smooth material as I bit my lip at the feeling, encouraging a release of more wetness, then sliding my skirt up over my hips, slipped under the bow on the elastic of my knickers and down over my smooth stomach and into my soft downy bush then further to my pussy lips and a gasp escaped from me as I contacted my sensitive clitoris. My companion then moved for the first time, almost imperceptibly and cocked his head slightly to the side, as it came to mind that a blind person usually has acute hearing and he could surely "see" very clearly the performance I was delivering. I dropped all my reservation and openly masturbated myself for this stranger. I lifted my breast to my lips and licked my nipple till it was wet and slippery then proceeded to squeeze and hurt it which made me inhale sharply, sending little bolts through my stomach to the heated junction of my thighs, my fingers found their way into my hot dewy slit, slipping in easily as I was so wet, and I thrust two fingers in, causing my hips to rise up welcoming their assault, it was so sensual to look down and see the front of my satin panties rippling with the movements of my hand inside as it worked its magic on my secret place and my hips straining and rocking provocatively toward my unseeing audience. I was moaning quite loudly by now but was too absorbed in my lust to care. Finally it became too much for me and I went over the edge keening noisily and clamping my thighs together trapping my hand under my panties as it completed its work. I thrust and moaned for what seemed like minutes as the best orgasm I had experienced for ages washed over me and seemed to get stronger before fading, leaving me gasping and panting, chest heaving and my writhing body now relaxing but still twitching from the intensity of the occasion. As I lay there spent and exhausted, I slowly came around, opening my eyes and with a start realized what I had done, a demure and loyal wife and mother, happily married with a good man for a husband, was lying on a hotel sofa, my blouse and bra undone with my naked breasts open to view, squeezing my aroused tits, my skirt pulled up and rucked around my hips, my stocking clad legs and thighs spread wide, and my hand thrust deep inside my pretty white panties, brazenly masturbating myself in front of a complete stranger in sexy underwear intended only for my husbands pleasure. What on earth would anyone think, how would Dave react? I couldn't even begin to imagine how he would react, but I knew that nobody would ever know of this as it would remain my, well our secret, me and my anonymous partner. Eventually my breathing returned to normal as I lay there recovering from my intense feelings, watching my companion, wondering how much pleasure he had experienced, had his balls tightened, had his penis grown stiff with desire, for me, I wanted to ask him if I had affected so. I could see him breathing more deeply now so I knew I had stimulated him somewhat, and it pleased my to know that, but I would never know how much as he had not really reacted in anyway obvious whatsoever and there was no way I would ask him! But I was enjoying the afterglow of the event reveling in the sensuous feeling of lying there in my semi nude state for the appreciation of my blind "unseeing" partner looking at me and feeling sorry for the gentleman as he had "seen" an event that no other living soul, not even my dear husband had witnessed. I slowly sat up and did up my bra and blouse and rearranged the rest of my clothing and smoothed my skirt down over my stockings, glancing at my watch saw it was time for my taxi. My lustfulness was not quite spent and as the taxi arrived I got up walked close by my companion in secret and as I passed I dropped my moist warm delicate satin panties onto his hands on his cane, He quickly smiled and mouthed "thank you". As I went through the door I couldn't resist looking back only to see him press my delicate white panties to his nose and inhale the fragrance of a woman in lust – my fragrance, and once more a thrill went through my body. Dave never knew anything of this and never will, and as the plane was very late and we were both tired we quickly went to bed and to sleep, I woke up in the middle of the night and with Dave sound asleep beside me relived those glorious lust filled moments in that hotel room, a smile spread over my face as I thought what my companion in lust would be probably doing with my panties. I'll bet he was stroking the dainty silky white material, still moist with my pussy juices, up and down his stiff cock as he visualized that intensely erotic scene in the hotel waiting room, and my smile broadened as my pretty panties were probably very wet with his love juices that he would have ejaculated into them and mixed his with mine! The thought of my delicate white panties still moist from my passion now probably soaked with his semen almost caused me to moan out loud as I thought of what he could be doing it into my personal garment that had covered the most intimate part of my body. I moved gently away from my husband in order not to disturb him as my sensual feelings began to overtake me and I knew that I was going to indulge my desires again. The fact that Dave was sound asleep beside me only a few inches away simply inflamed me more as the naughty emotions kept sweeping up on me I didn't resist as my hand found my moistness between my thighs as I gently caressed my hardened nipples and squeezed my tender breasts, with my fingers once again invading my most secret place and repeated the ecstasy be it in a more subdued and quiet manner, gently spreading my legs and letting an intense orgasm wash over me yet again. I envisaged the scene that he could have seen and I resolved to recreate it again in front of my mirror and to witness the pleasure it gave me, and to see the performance I had given to him. It felt so wicked, and so erotic to do such an act next to my peacefully sleeping husband as the bed shifted slightly as my hips rocked welcoming their invasion, and the fluid sounds of my fingers working their magic and my inflamed wet womanhood. I lay there breathing deeply coming down from my orgasm, I wondered why I had so much pleasure from the experience and a flurry of emotions ran through me as some of the explanations came to mind I smiled widely to myself and thought that there could be a possibility that it might happen again, the naughtiness of the vision again sent a thrill through me almost in anticipation of it happening as I clutched my breasts gently squeezing them as my fragrance of my lust wafted up to my nose, then I couldn't resist the temptation and tasted my fingers, a sensation I knew I would try again one day, and before I went back to sleep I hatched a plan and knew with this new experience how I could spice up our sex lives. Or maybe just mine! 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