Home fun

Back home the new clothes called to me like a magnet. I laid them all out on the couch in the living room. The big glass windows faced the street, giving a clear view from the pavement and passing cars. Anyone walking or driving by could easily see inside, especially with the lights on. The thought made my pussy throb with excitement.

Alex sat in the armchair, eyes locked on me as I started my private show for him right there in the living room.

I changed outfits openly in front of the large windows. First was a short plaid skirt paired with a cropped white top tied under my breasts, no bra. I twirled slowly for Alex, then bent over toward the window to pick something off the floor. The skirt flipped up completely, flashing my soaked panties and ass to anyone who might be looking in from the street.

"God Sylv, you look like such a slut," Alex said, his voice thick with arousal. He stroked himself slowly through his pants. "I love how much skin you're showing. I bet other guys would stare at you like this all night."

His words surprised me but turned me on even more. Instead of jealousy, he sounded genuinely excited at the idea of strangers leering at his fiancée.

I moved closer to the big windows and posed again, legs slightly apart, pretending to adjust the skirt while subtly arching my back. A car drove by slowly. Then a man walking his dog on the pavement looked up and stopped. I didn't cover up. I let him stare at my barely covered tits and the hem of the skirt riding high.

The attention made my nipples rock hard. I recorded a short video for Emily, whispering breathily into the camera while flashing toward the street. "I can't stop showing off... it feels too good when people look."

Emily replied fast: "That's exactly what we like to see. Real girls who get off on being watched. You're doing amazing."

As I read her message a warm, foggy wave washed over me. My thoughts felt a little slower, like something deep inside was gently pushing me to crave more eyes on my body. The question about what was really happening to me floated through my mind again, but it dissolved quickly into horny bliss.

Next outfit was even riskier - a sheer black dress with nothing underneath. The fabric turned almost see-through in the bright living room lights. I stood right against the big windows and slowly lifted the hem, giving the neighbor who was still outside a clear, long look at my bare pussy. He stared openly, frozen on the pavement.

Alex groaned loudly from the chair. "Fuck yes... let him look at you. I love that other men get to see my fiancée like this. You're so fucking hot when you're being a tease for them."

His encouragement made me cum on the spot. I leaned against the glass, thighs shaking, one hand slipping between my legs while the stranger watched. The orgasm was intense. I quickly recorded the aftermath - my flushed face, dripping thighs, the dress still hiked up - and sent it to Emily.

Her response came moments later: "Perfect. Keep feeding that need to be seen. And before you sleep tonight, both of you should listen to this."

She sent an audio file along with the message. The file was titled "Relaxation for New Beginnings."

By the end of the fashion show I was exhausted but buzzing with energy. Alex was rock hard the whole time but still hadn't tried to fuck me. He seemed perfectly happy just watching me expose myself to strangers through the big windows and imagining other men leering at his fiancée. This new side of him felt strange and incredibly addictive.

We both got ready for bed, curious about the audio file. Tomorrow we were planning another public outing, and I already knew I wanted to push the risks further.