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Friday Afternoon I came home from work to find my wife upstairs in our bedroom, where she was sitting cross-legged with her laptop on the bed in front of her. I smiled as I entered the room. It was unusual for my wife to be sitting here instead of the living room downstairs. ?I want to be her,? my wife said, motioning to the screen of her laptop. I frowned a little as I took off my coat. This was an unusual statement for my wife to make, as she is very attractive and doesn?t normally have an image crisis over seeing a pretty woman online. ?What do you mean, sweetie?? I quizzed. She said nothing whilst tilting her head towards the screen once more. I cast my gaze to her laptop that revealed a Tumblr page showcasing women publically exposing themselves in open areas, secluded woodland and even on a busy street. I played dumb whist my wife explained the premise of an ?embarrassed nude female?. I knew damn well what it was, and I loved the thought of her exposing herself - I?d just never brought it up with her. I listened intently until she was finished talking about these women and what she wanted to ankara travesti try. ?So what do you think?? she asked. ?Are you up for that?? I smiled and nodded, deciding to keep it to myself that I?d thought of this situation many times before. That Night We had a few drinks from when we ate, further discussing what my wife wanted. We continued to drink into the evening, my wife looking for a little ?Dutch courage? I think. We watched some crappy Friday night TV and a film until it got dark. Our front room overlooks a street, busy with traffic during the day but dead at night, however, at the weekend, the street was used by plenty of drunk people heading home from town. We left the window ajar with some music on very low so we could hear anyone coming down the street. My wife sat in a chair that I had positioned looking out the window. She wore only a dressing gown and a smile. We sat in the dark so nobody could see in but we were able to see out. Footsteps echoed down the street along with a man talking; he could be on the phone or having a very one-sided conversation. ?Are you ready, darling?? ankara travestileri She nervously nodded. I listened closely for the footsteps to get to the just the right spot. When I thought the moment was right I flicked the light switch on, my wife disrobed and stood up to reveal herself to the street. It was a man, on his own, speaking on the phone. My wife walked slowly towards the widow as if she were about to adjust the curtains. With her left arm by her side she reached out with her right arm and grasped the curtain, and that is when he looked. The stranger in the street looked straight into my home and cast his eyes over her naked body. His conversation stopped dead, his head transfixed in my wife?s direction as he kept walking by, but at a slower pace than before. My wife having pretended not to have noticed him until now, feigned embarrassment beautifully. Acting very innocently, she caught eyes with the stranger and was ?outraged?; she poorly attempted to cover herself but fumbled at every attempt. After she felt that he had had his fill of her embarrassment, she threw the curtains shut travesti ankara and burst into laughter. ?Oh my God, I?ve never felt so amazing! He didn?t expect a thing, and when it happened he had no idea what to do.? I congratulated my wife on her new-found exhibitionist side and encourage her to go again. She agreed to the same set up as before so I set it up and then we waited. Around fifteen minutes passed before he heard a group of footsteps, maybe six or seven pairs. Plenty of raised voices of men and women, a mixed group would be good for her confidence I thought to myself. Again we waited until the opportune moment before switching the lights on. The lights illuminated the room and my beautiful wife. I wasn?t sure if the group were going to see my wife this time, they seemed too caught up in their own drunken conversation. ?Look!? one of the women shouted as she pointed to my wife. The group stopped and silently ogled my wife, once again pretending not to notice their prying eyes. There were seven members of the group, three women and four men. This time she stretched her arms over her head and closed her eyes, turning as she did so to reveal more of herself to the window. She heard one of the men shout something and instantly spun on her heels and looked mortified, once again fumbling to cover herself and close the curtain.