She wants to show more

Amy made a point of hanging out with Kenny. Their schedules didn’t always mesh but when they did she would park herself on his bed and play on her laptop. It was always a delight to see him peeking glances at her as she lay on her front, her top hanging low, showing off the mounds of her breasts. Sometimes he would be checking out her legs or peeping up her skirt as she sat on his bed.

It was doing wonders for her love life too. Kenny’s peeping seemed to get Peter revved up. He seemed to be getting a little better but she found the more she talked about teasing Kenny and what panties she had put on to let him peep at, the more likely Peter’s cock was to get fully hard. She started to suspect that Peter had a fetish but it was not the sort of thing he would discuss. She loved his serious side, especially because she could always break it down. She was like a crowbar, breaking into his gates of sensibleness.

She had to admit that she got off on the situation too. It was so fun to be so blatantly desired yet safe knowing that he would never do anything. The problem was, that she wanted to take it further. She wanted to be more blatant. She wanted to see Kenny panicked and flustered as she showed him more or maybe even made gentle contact. Those thoughts were fuelling her orgasms when she was having sex with Peter. She decided that she would test the waters and see if Peter might be just as into the idea as she was.

“Do you see? The lace is really fine so you can easily see the skin underneath but they are still sold at the part that matters,” said Amy as she straddled Peter lap in nothing but her black lace panties, pushing her hips forward to show them off to him while his erection tickled her butt.

“There’s nothing to see though,” said Peter as he reached out and stroked her mons. “You had all that lasered off so it’s just smooth. I bet he was trying to work out if it was fabric or skin he was looking at.”

“Don’t complain, you love my smooth little snatch,” purred Amy as she took his hand and slipped it inside her panties. Peter responded by dipping his fingers into her slit and working them from the hole to the clit, making them slippery with her juices to lube her little button. Amy buckled a little at the stimulation. “He sure was looking a lot. I was sitting cross-legged so he had a great view. I was just playing on my laptop. He had no idea that I was watching him. I wonder if he noticed how wet I was getting.”

“It was turning you on?”

“Uh-huh,” grunted Amy through Peter stimulation. “It really turns me on.” She reached behind her back and stroked his cock. “It turns you on too doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Peter said bluntly, clearly a little embarrassed by it.

“I’m glad. It’s brought your wonderful cock back to me,” she said as she pulled her panties to one side and moved back to slide him inside. She moaned as she felt him ease all the way inside. She rode him a little, indulging in the sensation. She then looked down at Peter and smiled. “Would you like it if I did a little more?”

“What do you mean?” grunted Peter, distracted by the sensation and the view of his beautiful, wild wife riding him, her tummy undulating as she worked her hips, her large breasts bouncing softly.

“If I took my teasing up a notch. What if he saw me in my underwear?”

The thought of Amy showing that young man her body in her exciting lingerie appealed to him but it wasn't easy to admit. “I suppose that would be okay.”

He had clearly said the right thing as Amy hummed happily and picked up her pace. “What about further? What if I wasn’t wearing any panties? What if he saw me in the nude?”

That felt more shocking but his crotch surged with lust at the idea, his erection feeling even stronger. “I, don’t know,” he panted. His crotch was on fire, her pussy was pure heaven on his dick, her face, a vision of beauty and lust.

“I think you like it. You feel like you got bigger. It feels like your cock is trying to tell me yes.” She gyrated her hips like a dancer. Peter was helpless to her as she saw right through him.

“Damn it, yes, I like the idea.” He put his hand on her hips and began to push her onto his cock as he slammed up his hips to meet hers.

Amy cried out in bliss as he became uncharacteristically rough. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to let him see my body. He’s going to jack off so much knowing what I look like.”

Amy’s words were too much for him and he felt his climax approach. He vigorously lifted his hips off the bed while gripping hers so she couldn’t escape his thrusts. Amy had to support herself on his chest as her own orgasm hit a moment before, Peter, with a final thrust and shout of release, orgasmed deep inside Amy.

After a moment to gather themselves, Amy dismounted Peter and fell next to him on the bed. He reached out to her and she moved to his side and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his racing heart.

They lay companionably for a while before Amy said, “I meant it you know. I want to show more of myself off to him.”

“I know and I want you to. It’s just…”

“What?”

“It’s a little harder to accept it after I’ve just orgasmed.”

Amy giggled. “Post nut clarity?”

“What?” asked Peter.

“That moment after you cum and what you were really turned on by suddenly seems a bit weird or gross.”

Peter chuckled, “Yes, I know the feeling.”

“Even now, you are happy for me to show myself off to him?”

“Yes. It makes me nervous but I think that is part of it.”

“Mmm, I’m happy we found this. I promise I’ll tell you all about it when it happens.”

“I can’t wait,” said Peter.

“You won’t have to wait long.”