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As I told you, my wife Sarah is quite the daring beauty. At 35, she still has the figure of a supermodel - an hourglass body with bigger curves in all the right places. Her boobs are massive, perky and always seem to be bouncing with every step. Matching them beautifully are her equally gigantic, juicy, round buttocks packing a decent amount of meat.nnThe kind of outfits she enjoys wearing everywhere she goes make it obvious this is a woman fully in control of her own desires and comfort. You might catch a glimpse of her wearing a skimpy bikini or a low-cut top flapping open to expose her cleavage when she's not even going to the beach or a party.nnNow, throughout the years, she has built quite the perverted and lecherous reputation among my friends and acquaintances. It started slowly - a towel drying her curves after a bath, or walking around the house in a micro-mini that exposed more than it covered. But she enjoyed the attention and the looks, and soon she began to downright invite it.nnMen of every kind would find themselves at our doorstep - delivery guys, repairmen, even friends and acquaintances dropping by unplanned. Sarah would always answer the door in next to nothing, and I must say, she always managed to make it look like an accident.nn"A towel? Oh, it must've slipped off while I was drying..."nnThis would be followed by a deep, embarrassed giggle as her curves were fully on display for everyone to feast their eyes upon. Her friends and mine would do a double take, and of course, the outsiders would keep staring, mouths agape at the sight before them.nnBut it didn't stop there. As the men entered our home, Sarah would often claim to need help finding something, leading them to the living room where I would be sitting, watching and silently cursing myself. She'd sit with her legs spread wide, towel still barely clinging to her, as if asking for assistance herself.nnAnd that's when the real humiliation began. Her friends would start joking around, pretending to try and fix her 'issue' by untying the towel's strings or tugging at the fabric. In no time at all, it would fall away completely, leaving her totally nude in front of everyone. Not just her friends though - the delivery guys, repairmen, even strangers - everyone was a witness to her perfect, irresistible body.nnAs the men looked on, transfixed by the sight before them, Sarah would let out vulnerable little sounds of embarrassment, just like she was really flustered. But not before she'd let them get a good, long look at her boobs, ass and pussy. Many times, she'd even encourage them to touch, giggle as they groped her massive tits or spanked her huge ass. Before you knew it, she was fully naked, completely at their mercy and enjoying every second of it.nnI'd watch the whole spectacle from my chair, prick stiffening in my pants as Sarah acted out her little charade. I was both disgusted and incredibly aroused, imagining the looks on her friends' faces when she stripped and settled in for a private show, making them feel like the lucky ones for witnessing such a brazen display.nnShe knew exactly what she was doing - shocking me, exposing her body to anyone who dared set foot in our home, letting strangers savor the curves of her delicious forms. It was all so humiliating and yet, Sarah thrived on it.nnSitting there, I couldn't help but think about how hot it made me to see my wife being so shamelessly lewd and exhibitionistic, flaunting herself to men who shouldn't be seeing her in such a state. I knew deep down she was doing it all for me, pushing the limits and testing my reactions, making me covet the very thing I once cherished in secret.nnNow, every time I see her or hear about the stories that spread from these encounters, it's not just a twinge of pure, unadulterated lust that courses through me but a deeper sense that my obedient, loving wife has grown into something far more liberated and daring, and I'm both horrified and insatiable for it.
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