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In his most daring and lustful moods, Gary would encourage his 28-year-old wife Gina to show off for other men. In similar moods, Gina, a short but well-built 105 pound red-head, would explore her husband's fantasies and see how far he wanted her to take the teasing. She saw how much just talking about putting on a show excited Gary. In turn, it stimulated and motivted the accounting office worker to perform in small, non-threatening ways.

It was a cloudy Saturday when the couple was leaving the mall. Gary had been in a funk for a few weeks, and their sex life was fairly non-existent in the past month. That's when Gina, twirling her shoulder-length curls and hoping to jump start Gary's desires, decided to tell her husband a little story of her exploits that week. Reluctant at first, Gina, dressed in torn blue jeans and a tight T-shirt which showed off her small but well-formed breasts, waited until Gary got in the car and began driving. "I think you need a little shock therapy," she giggled as she got up on her knees and ran her fingers through Gary's hair. Her green eyes seem to be glowing and her smile was devilish.

"What?" he asked.

"I put on a little show this week," she said.

Gary immediately picked up on what she was about to tell him. His heart began to race, but he played it cool. "Oh really. Tell me more."

"You know that little red dress I used to wear when we went dancing that you thought was obscene?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Your butt looked great in it."

"I wore that to work this week," she said. "The looks I got, even in the car and at the gas station in the morning, really turned me on."

Gary was shocked for two reasons: first Gina works in a very conservative office where she has tried to actually dress down as not to upset anyone; secondly, the dress is two or three times more revealing than anything she has worn in public, other than a swimsuit, in seven or eight years.

"Oh, I had to keep tugging down the hem all day just in order not to get arrested," she said. "I had a pink thong and bra underneath...oh and black pumps. That's it. Can you believe it?"

"Tell me more," Gary said with anticipation.

"OK, OK, I just hope you can handle it," said Gina.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Well, a couple guys got a little bolder than I expected," she said. "It really surprised me. These are married, stiff-shirted men. I guess I had it coming though. I kept going up and down the stairs all morning. Everytime I walked by to go upstairs, someone would find a reason to follow me. I think they could see a lot."

"In that dress, with just a thong, they must have had a great view from behind," said Gary. "You know how to turn it on when you want."

"Yeah. But anyway, I am in the copier room and I see this guy Jeff pretending to do something, but really just staring at me. I could tell from the type of pants he had on that he might have even been getting hard standing there. Later that morning, he and one of the older guys asked me to lunch. I normally wouldn't, but I thought I could have some more fun and wanted to see what they were up to. So I went. When we got there, they requested this booth in the far dark corner of the place. I sat next to Bill, against the wall, and Jeff sat directly across from me. Here's the part I don't know if you can handle."

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Gary, fascinated by the story, reassured his wife that it was OK.

"Well, Jeff slips off his loafer and starts playing footsie games underneath the table. At first I acted like I didn't notice, but then he started working his way up to my thigh. I felt real horny so I returned the favor just coming short of his crotch. Then the old guy, Bill, gets into the act and places a hand on my lap, I mean way up on my lap. I debated whether to end it right there or see what happens next, but before I could decide, I felt Jeff's toes under my dress and pressing against my crotch."

"Did you close your legs?" Gary asked.

"Well, not exactly," she chuckled. "I kind of spread them slightly. But then our food came. The physical stuff stopped, but the whole conversation revolved around sex. I could tell Bill was still aching to get into my panties though. By the end of the meal, his hand was back on my thigh. I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe I just wanted to give him one last thrill since I felt bad about turning down his request to go to a hotel. So I took his wrist and moved his hand between my legs and let him play with me for a couple minutes. I just don't know how I am going to work around these guys. Luckily they're both married."

"So it stopped there?" Gary asked.

"Isn't that far enough?" Gina said. "I let this guy touch my pussy Gary!"

"I don't know," he said. "Did you want to go back to the hotel?"

"Yes and no," she answered. "I was really wet. I couldn't believe it. Soaked actually. Obviously, I couldn't go much further though. It would have made things impossible at work; plus, I am married!"

"Yeah, but you once said that you could have unattached sex, if I wanted you to, and not have it effect us."

"Would you have wanted me to?" she asked, as she rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't know," he said. "I just know that I want to get home in a hurry and devour you after that story."