Letting Her Kink Out

Recently my beautiful wife of 23 years had watched the latest 50 Shades of Grey movie. She shared with me how turned on she had been by the scene in which the Anna took off her panties in the restaurant and handed them to Christian. It seemed the exhibitionism appealed to her.

A few days later, I received a text telling me that she woke up horny and how creamy she was. She followed up with a simple ‘Yum,’ creating the vision of her enjoying her own taste from the finger that had found the creaminess. She knows full well how much I love it when she enjoys her own body.

This set the tone for more racy texting throughout the day, and I had a feeling I may be in for a fun night. As I drove home from work, I got a text that confirmed my premonition. She said she had gone out shopping and cleavage was on the menu for when we went out tonight.

My lovely wife tends to be somewhat conservative, but she has moments when she loves to flaunt her sensuality and sexiness when we are out. Shortly after I received the cleavage text, which I was already excited over, she sent another. She said she wanted to ‘let her kink out.’ Tonight she was going to go braless for the tease of secretly turning each other on in public.

WOW! I couldn’t get home fast enough to start the night. As I walked in the door, I looked up to see her coming down the stairs. She was as beautiful as always, but now had a different glow about her.

What a playful, beautiful soul! She had dressed in a snug sweater that hugged her breasts and showed off her nipples. Their stiffness was evident, no doubt from the excitement of what was to come. It amazed me that it turned my wife on to do this as much as it did me to witness it. A vision of sensuality and eroticism, this incredible woman wanted to have some fun.

As we drove to our regular Saturday night hangout, her nervous excitement was palpable. But I had the feeling that her desires would fall right into place. I would enjoy watching the slow and sensual progression of this new boldness in her.

She covered her shoulders with a shawl, and we found our seats at the bar. As we eased into the night, the cocktails were beginning to embolden her. It didn’t take very long for the shawl to find its way to the back of the seat and for her to sit up straighter in her chair feeling more comfortable and daring. At this point, there was no hiding the fact that she was braless.

I tried not to gawk, but I couldn’t get enough of the view. I had no desire to protect my wife’s braless breasts from the gaze of others. Instead, I felt amazement at her beauty and the confidence growing in her.

Both of us noticed the first peek by the bartender. This strengthened her further, as it became no longer our little secret. I found myself immensely turned on, not only by how her body looked but by her transformation into the free, daring, sensual woman she so desired to be.

My very daring wife had gone from nerves to now getting into it and enjoying herself. Feeling more confident, she decided not to wear the shawl on her trip to the restroom. Surviving the few peeks on her walk back to our stools, she sat back down with a big smile on her face. She was really getting her kink on.

I moved in with a few kisses on her neck, longing for that creamy skin. Whispering into her ear, I told her of my love for her and how I couldn’t wait to get her home.

A couple that had been sitting a few seats down the bar from us stopped on their way out to say how happy we looked and that we must be newlyweds. This prompted my wife to get up and into a conversation with them. She was so bold now, not afraid for them to see how she dressed for a fun night with her man. My beautiful wife reveled in her newfound sense of freedom.

After the band set up and the music started, my li’l dancer asked if I would mind if she went to the dance floor. It was such a treat to tell her I would love to see her dance.

“Go, get lost in the music and be yourself. Feel free to dance.”

As I sat watching, I wondered what her thoughts were while she was dancing. Was she watching people look at her? Did she feel sexy up there? I wondered just how free she would get. Even though I could no longer see her free, swaying breasts and perky nipples, I scrutinized the movements of her body from afar. It was clear she was enjoying herself, so much so that she went up for a second dance later.

The night faded into morning and my beautiful wife no longer felt any shyness. After all the trips to the restroom, dancing, and talking boldly with others, she was now confident in showing off the beautiful breasts that lay under that snug sweater.

And fulfilling her desire to let her kink out turned into beautiful lovemaking at home. But not before she gave me a sensual striptease showing the thigh highs and sheer panties that had been hiding under her jeans all night! As we talked about how the night went, she gave me a promise and that there was more of her kink to come.