Mandy's Sexcapade: Pantyless & Proud!

"No, seriously, Mandy. I'd rather be on the outside. There's a reason why I chose this particular table."

My wife understood what I was referring to, and her expression became even more baleful. Amanda and I went back and forth a few more times before she finally relented in exasperation.

"You're a jerk!" she hissed as our host left, most likely wondering why we were having such a seemingly inconsequential argument.

I grinned impudently. "Remember, this is all part of my evil plan."

Our waiter soon arrived. He was young and handsome, probably in his mid-20's, and stood at attention like a soldier as he spoke to us. Amanda beamed him a devastating smile when he introduced himself, and I hid my grin as he blushed profusely. As he diligently took our orders, I noticed he periodically stole glances at my wife, no doubt mesmerized by her otherworldly beauty.

In another time and place, I would've called him out and probably picked fight with him. But as things stood now, I merely sat back and indulged myself, pretending like I was still pouring over the menu.

Amanda wore an amused expression on her face; she was smart and observant.

We soon found ourselves enjoying a glass of wine. My wife was talking to me as we waited patiently for our appetizers, but I stared at her thoughtfully, captivated for the billionth time by her unparalleled splendor...

Amanda kicked me in the shin.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" she demanded.

I was about deadpan a glib response, but went with the truth. "I'm sorry, Mandy. I was trying to figure out how it's possible that you can look even more amazing tonight than you normally do."

Amanda bit back a sarcastic response and sighed. "Sometimes, I don't know if I should punch you or kiss you."

I suddenly thought of an idea, and grinned.

"Uh, oh. Now what?"

I took her napkin and tossed it onto the floor away from our table. "I was wondering if you'd pick that up for me?" I asked conversationally.

Amanda regarded me in confusion. But I knew that if she squatted down or bent over to pick it, everyone in the restaurant would be treated to a wonderful view that they would never forget.

Her brows furrowed as realization hit her.

My smile was angelic. Amanda, however, sipped her wineglass as she glared at me. "I don't think so."

"Oh? Why not?"

Amanda didn't responded but continued staring daggers at me.

Unfortunately, a random waitress happened to walk by at that moment, and scooped up the napkin. "Here, ma'am. Let me get a new one for you."

"Thank you so much." As the she left, Amanda smirked triumphantly at me.

I asked her, "Would you have done it?"

"I guess you'll never know now, will we?"

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

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Amanda and I were holding hands on the tabletop and staring onto the ocean when our waiter returned to serve our appetizers. Amanda had orders chilled crabmeat, while I had ordered a combination of steamed clams and crab-stuffed mushrooms.

"Omigod," she muttered between bites. "This is the best crabmeat I've ever tasted."

"Slow down," I teased her. "This is just the appetizer."

Amanda looked at me like a predator stalking its prey. "Yes. Yes, it is."

The sexual innuendo made me hard.

Our young waiter reappeared once again. He furtively peered down my wife's ample cleavage as he cleared the dishes before returning to the kitchen.

"I swear, that boy is going to poke someone in the eye and injury someone with his hard-on. And I'm pretty sure he wants to bend you over this table and bang the hell out of you until next week."

"Shut up. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would. Especially if I could watch with everyone else."

Amanda shook her head helplessly.

We had been directly across from each other, but I suddenly moved my seat next to her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, instinctively crossing her legs.

"What? Can't a man sit next to the woman he loves?"

"Get back over there!" Her tone was strangled.

She was still positioned with her back to the wall, but now I was no longer shielding her from view. There was also no tablecloth to provide any cover, so Amanda was on full display to everyone in the restaurant.

If anyone happened to notice her obscenely short skirt and sexy legs, they'd most likely catch a glimpse of something else, as well.

"Move back before someone sees!"

"Sees what?" I asked innocently, loud enough to be hear by the neighboring tables.

Amanda's expression was a mixture of terror, amusement, and anger.

"Fine, I'll move my chair back. But under one condition."

"What?"

"Spread your legs open, and hold them there until I tell you to stop."

Amanda narrowed her eyes challengingly. "You know I can just get up and walk out at any time, right?"

"I know. But you won't."

"And how do you know that, genius?"

"Because I think you're enjoying this as much as I am; because I think the risk of getting caught excites you as much as it excites me. And..."

My wife waited for me to finish.

"... because you love me."

Amanda sighed. "That's not fair."

I chuckled evilly.

"You really are a pervert, babe, you know that?"

"I think we've already agreed on that. That's why you love me right?"

"Omigod..."

"Or was it because of my boyish good looks and self-deprecating humor?"

My wife stamped her feet and demanded, "Are we going to do this or not?"

My mouth began to water and I felt a surge in my pants. "Ok, I'm going to count to three. Then you spread 'em wide until I tell you to stop. Understand? Good. Here we go. One..."

Amanda shifted nervously in her chair and looked around.

"Two..."

She took a drink from her wineglass.

"Three."

Amanda took a deep breath and spread her legs.

I sat back with an indescribable exhilaration. "I love you, Mandy."

"I know, babe. I love you, too."

"Did you shave your pussy tonight?"

"You know I did!"

"Good. Then open your cunt wider, I want to be able to drive a truck through it. Let's give people an eyeful, and send 'em home happy tonight."

"Babe!"

"Do it."

I reached beneath the table and squeezed her knee, and I could tell that my wife definitely had her legs spread far apart!

"Ah, yes. Now hold it there for just a little while longer." I contemplated slipping my fingers into her pussy, which I suspected was wet and needy. It was an outrageous if not a dangerous thought, but my mind was completely in the gutter.

I was so aroused and focused that I didn't hear our waiter approach. I nearly jumped out of my seat as he informed us that our food was almost ready. Amanda reactively flinched as the waiter stood scant inches from us, but I maintained a firm hand on her knee to keep it from recoiling.

I thanked the young man and he left, oblivious to the game my wife and I were playing.

"Oh god, I think that old man 3 tables over just noticed us!"

I was tempted to look up and seek out the person whom Amanda was referring to, but I kept my eyes locked on her. "In that case, don't close your legs yet. Fuck, Mandy. You just love keeping your legs open for every man in the world, don't you?"

What I was doing to my wife was obscene and perhaps even cruel, but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Amanda wasn't resisting anymore, which didn't surprised me. I slowly removed my hand from her knee, but her legs remained were they were.

Slowly, I looked up and scanned the restaurant for the old man. He was precisely where she said he was, seated 3 tables away from us with 5 other people. The old man, who was appeared in his late 60's or early 70's, kept glancing in Amanda's direction. He was attempting to be subtle, but he bore a wild look of disbelief that he was doing a poor job of hiding. Clearly, he wondering if his eyes were deceiving him.

Finally, I said, "Ok, Mandy. You better close up shop before you give that poor dude a heart attack."

Amanda turned to me with a hard expression, and casually reached below. Her chair was pulled close to the table's edge so I couldn't see what she was doing, but my wife momentarily closed her eyes and rolled her head back, a soft sigh escaping from her lips.

I was shellshocked. "Did you just---"

Her hand reappeared a moment later, and she held up her middle three fingers. Now it was my turn to question what I was seeing because in the dim lighting, it appeared as though her fingertips were covered in wetness...

"Open your mouth," Amanda commanded. My mouth dropped open, and she slid her fingers in. "Now suck me."

Her actions were words were deliberate, and it brought to my mind a wonderful imagery, which was undoubtedly my wife's intention. As I sucked her digits clean, the gelatin-like wetness was salty and thick on my tongue, and very familiar; I tasted it every time I ate Amanda's pussy.

Amanda withdrew her fingers from my mouth, much to my dismay. "Good boy."

Just when I thought I possessed the advantage, Amanda turned the tables on me like she always did. She never ceased to amaze or surprise me.

We stared at each other lovingly for a long time without saying anything. Suddenly, I remembered the old man, and looked over at him. But his table was empty, and there was a busboy already clearing it.

"I hope we sent him home happy," Amanda said smugly as she took another sip of wine.

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Dining a 5-star restaurants wasn't a usual occurrence for us, so when our main course finally arrived, Amanda and I held off on playing further sex games and enjoyed our meal. She ordered a double lobster tail dish that was drenched in butter and accompanied by the most glorious-looking side salad I had ever seen. I chose king crab legs along with clam chowder that arrived in an enormous bread bowl.

It was easily the most magnificent meal I had ever eaten, and made better by the fact that I was able to share this experience with my wife. We took our time and savored the food, and managed to polish off an entire bottle of wine between the two of us. By the end of the night, we were extremely happy and buzzed.

"I need to make a pit stop at the ladies room before we leave."

"Ok, I'll wait for you here."

My wife stood up, surreptitiously tugged the bottom of her skirt down, and headed towards the restroom. I could tell she was feeling slightly tipsy.

"Mandy?"

She stopped and turned back to me, and time seemed to freeze. As I sat back and stared dumbly at my wife, I appreciated yet again how provocatively the skimpy minidress graced her body. And perhaps it was a trick of the light or just my imagination, but I thought I noticed the ridges of her 6-pack abs rippling through the thin fabric.

Her exquisite form and ethereal beauty made me warm and heavy all over.

"Babe!" Amanda snapped for perhaps the second or third time, bringing me out of my reverie as she attempted to keep her voice low.

I grinned at her sheepishly. She appeared about to make a caustic remark, but instead closed her eyes, shook her head in exasperation, and hurried off to the ladies' restroom.

My eyes weren't the only ones that trailed after Amanda as she disappeared.

"Your girl is HOT!" I turned to the sound of the voice, a well-dress man approximately my age who was smiling lewdly.

I felt proud and chuckled. "Thanks. She's my wife. And I appreciate the compliment."

He appeared on the verge of saying more, but quickly closed his mouth as a woman who I surmised to be his significant other approached. His expression changed from lecherous to guilty to pretend nonchalance within the blink of an eye. The woman strode past him, and he fell in step with her and left without another comment or look back.

Amanda returned a few minutes later and immediately noticed my amusement.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Some dude was commenting on how hot you look."

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow. "Was he cute?"

I couldn't tell if her piqued interest was genuine, or feigned to instigate me. I quickly decided it was the latter, and decided to give my wife some of her own medicine.

"Yea, he was your type, for sure. Young and good-looking. Oh, and there was another guy who commented on your dress. In fact, he was so turned on by you that he asked if he could have your panties."

"What!"

I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. I was tempted to stretch it by the waistband and hold Amanda's sexy underwear up for all to see, but instead clutched it against my chest.

Amanda's jaw almost hit the floor. "Did someone REALLY ask you that?"

I tried to keep a straight face, but began chortling.

She exclaimed, "You're a jerk!" and punched me in the shoulder with moderate force.

Several patrons glanced curiously at us.

"I WAS serious about the first guy, though. Maybe we should leave your panties on the table as a tip for our waiter!"

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We soon found ourselves half walking, half stumbling hand-in-hand back to the hotel. After a splitting a bottle of wine, Amanda was somewhat clumsy in her high heels, but I held onto her tightly.

I would never let her fall.

It took us longer to return to the hotel than it did to make it to the restaurant, and after entering the lobby we made a beeline for the elevator. The doors opened and we stepped inside. Amanda was about to press the button for the 25th floor, but I stopped her.

"Wait. There's something I want to show you first."

I withdrew a special keycard from my breast pocket, which not all hotel guests were privy to, and slid it into a slot in the wall panel. A faint "ping" emitted, and I punched the button for the top floor.

Amanda asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

The elevator quickly descended 40 floors. The doors opened again, and we stepped outside.

We found ourselves alone on the open rooftop. The air was cool, crisp, and clear, and the stars twinkled brightly above us. As we approached the edge which was encircled by a tall railing, we gazed at the view, which included the ocean on one end, mountains in the far distance already shrouded in darkness, and the romantic skyline of Center City nestled in between. It was well beyond dusk, and the heart of the city was lit up by enormous skyscrapers that reached high to the heavens, as well as by the vehicles that crawled through the city streets like ants.

Amanda smiled in dreamy appreciation as she absorbed the panorama. "It's beautiful," she breathed. Then she turned towards me. "Thank you for planning this."

A strong wind blew. Amanda had undone her ponytail on our way back to the hotel, and now her silky hair billowed across her face.

I didn't notice the ocean or the city lights or the mountains, all of which were worthy enough to be pictured on a postcard or in a magazine.

All I noticed was my wife.

I stared at her in complete and utter worship, and her eyes mirrored my emotions.

"Let's go clean up," Amanda whispered. That had always been her code for something much, much more fun.

We returned to our hotel suite.

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Amanda and I were already on each other before we shut the door. We had mastered the art of undressing each other while making out. I peeled the minidress from her body, appreciating, again, just how tightly it clung to her body. Once we finished stripping each other out of our clothes, she followed me into the bathroom and into the shower.

I pulled Amanda close as the warm water cascaded on us. There weren't many things in life that made me happier than being wet and naked with my wife.

We took turns soaping each other down. I poured a copious amount of shampoo into my hand and lathered it into Amanda's hair while I stood behind her. As my fingertips gently worked her scalp, my male anatomy became fully erect. I pressed it against her and slowly rotated my hips side to side, stimulating my erection as it slid back and forth on the small of her slick back.

I soon finished washing Amanda's hair, and I eagerly proceeded to her body. Remaining behind her, I took a bar of soap and began rubbing it all over the front of her toned form. I started at her neck and shoulders, then spent an exorbitant amount of time soaping her breasts. They felt firm and slippery, causing my hard-on to ache even more.

I glided the soap over her tummy, the bar bumping on the ridges of her chiseled abdominal muscles.

I worked my hands even lower, rubbing the soap between her legs, cause my wife to murmur and shift on her toes.

Amanda's backside was next, and it wasn't long before my soapy hands were all over her ass. I couldn't help myself and bent slightly at the knees, laying the underside of my shaft along her vertical crease. My arms encircled her body as I reached for her tits and fondled them again.

As if on cue, Amanda began to slowly undulate her bottom. I moaned and squeezed her chest hard as she gave me a sensational assjob. Normally, I would've gladly ejaculated all over her butt, but the timing didn't seem right. I spoke softly in her ear, "Not yet."

Amanda turned around and smiled, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. She coolly took the bar of soap from my hand. "Fine. My turn, then."

She began soaping my cock.

Amanda immediately ran one slippery hand up and down the full length of my erection while she cupped my scrotum and massaged it in a slow, circular motion with the other.

Amanda had gone from giving me an assjob to a handjob, both equally as glorious.

"Can you guess what comes next?" she asked me wickedly, knowing full well what I craved.

Assjob. Handjob.

Blowjob.

"Fuck, yes."

She released her grip on me. "Let's head to the bedroom."

"Why not do it here? We can be as messy as we wanna be!"

"Because I have something in mind, too." Amanda grinned slyly as she turned the tables on me once more.

I shut off the water and retrieved 2 towels. We hurriedly dried each other then rushed out of bathroom. I went directly to the bed, but Amanda veered to the wall switch to turn off the lights. The suite was suddenly engulfed in complete darkness, save for some light trickling in from the 3 huge windows, setting the mood perfectly.

I knew Amanda intended to blow me and loved her for it, but a better idea popped into my head; her happiness always came before mine.

"Put the dress back on," I commanded.

Amanda protested, "But I want to make you happy!"

"You'll make me happy if you put back on the dress." I paused, then quickly added, "And the high heels, too. Definitely need the high heels!"

My wife regarded me with a bemused expression, but consented. She pulled the soft, stretchy material over her body once more. Her movements were slow and sensual, and I stood rooted in place, captivated by her sexy performance. After slipping into her heels, Amanda dutifully approached me.

I looked her up and down. In her eagerness, she had donned minidress so haphazardly that her breasts were practically spilling out, but that didn't matter. I placed my hands on her hips then grabbed at the fabric---which was actually more difficult than I was anticipating since it hugged her skin so closely--- and peeled it upward until everything below my wife's waist was exposed.

We had just showered, but the powerful aroma of her sex wafted to my nostrils. I didn't need to finger her cunt to know that Amanda was already wet.

I immediately dropped to my knees.

"Wait, it's my turn to---"

I buried my face into her pussy.

She groaned a loud "Oh!" and bowed her legs, gaping her hole to allow me greater access. Her slit rubbed against my mouth and tongue as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. I pressed my face forward, alternating between penetrating her with my tongue and licking her smoothly shaven clit. I burrowed so hard that I momentarily threw Amanda off balance. To keep her from stumbling, I cupped her ass with my palms, giving both buttcheeks an affectionate squeeze.