Curvy – Part 4
Read the previous parts of the story here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.
The new dress my husband picked out was scandalous. If anything, it made the one he ripped off me look modest.
It was in my size, so it didn’t squeeze me, but turning this way and that in the dressing room mirror, I was quite convinced that it revealed more than it covered.
The plunging neckline forbade the use of a bra, and though the girls were contained, it was a daring look to say the least. Below them, the high waistline and flared skirt flattered my tummy and my hips, but the hem stopped short of mid-thigh. It was almost, but not quite, as short as my modest one-piece bathing suit, but I wasn’t wearing this to the beach.
A week ago, I wouldn’t even have considered it, but as I continued to appraise the woman staring back at me from the mirror, I had to concede that I liked what I saw. The reflection looked confident, secure, and—I dared to think—even sexy. I couldn’t say that I had conquered all my insecurities, but remembering the difference in how I had felt just a few days ago brought tears to my eyes.
Not wanting to turn into a blubbering mess, I quickly wiped the tears and prepared to present myself to my husband. But after I wiggled and tugged at my skirt, my attention was drawn to the neckline. Part of me couldn’t believe that my husband wanted me to wear this, and part of me couldn’t believe that I was.
I had never considered myself showy or a tease, but there would be no pretending that I didn’t know how much of my body was in plain sight. But I wasn’t doing this for attention. I was doing this for my husband. A little arousal crept through me and I thought, If I do get noticed, what’s the harm?
Smiling to myself, I let my fingers trace the material along the neckline. As I did so, my palms brushed across my nipples, and they immediately responded. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and a tiny moan escaped my mouth. That felt good and I brushed them again, this time on purpose.
A heavier moan resulted and I began cupping and playing with them in earnest. Looking in the mirror, my face and chest became flushed and I felt an awakening down below. Naughty girl, I thought, but I didn’t stop.
Humming and swaying while the sensations built, I began a slow striptease, slipping first one strap off my shoulder, then the other. I pretended to hear encouragement from an unseen audience wanting to see more, and turned away while looking back at the mirror.
Bunching the material at my waist, I started rolling and pinching my nipples. This sent shockwaves to my pussy and my knees nearly buckled. I turned back to face the mirror, but in my imagination, now the audience was gone and it was just my husband watching me.
“Do you like what you see, baby?” I asked.
In my mind’s eye, my husband slowly stroked his cock as he watched his private show. My arousal surged and the dress was suddenly in the way. Whisking it over my head, I moved to sit down on the bench opposite the mirror.
Cupping, kneading, and sucking my tits, the pleasure built until I could no longer ignore the wetness between my legs. In one smooth motion, I lifted my hips and dropped my panties around my ankles. With one hand, I continued to play with my pillowy flesh while two fingers from the other slipped inside my sticky folds.
A sheen of sweat broke out across my skin and my breaths grew heavy as I enjoyed the decadent pleasure of being my own voyeur.
Oh Diana, you are hot, I thought. Yeah baby, that’s it, I whispered to myself, bringing myself closer and closer to the brink.
My hands became a flurry and I was panting now, chasing that last little bit of stimulation to bring me over.
In the mirror, my husband said, “Cum for me baby,” and that was all I needed. My pussy clamped around my fingers, my knees slammed shut, and my head dropped back in sweet, torturous release.
While my breathing slowly returned to normal, I continued to enjoy the slow feel of my own hands on my skin. When I finally looked up again, there was a blissful, post-orgasmic, naked, hot plus-size woman in the mirror. Not quite believing I had just done that, I couldn’t help but give a little happy laugh. Blowing myself a kiss, I winked and thought, You know what? You are beautiful.
Clarity started setting in. I knew I had been in here too long, and my husband still hadn’t seen me in this dress. Slipping it on and fixing myself as much as possible, I gave one last glance in the mirror and opened the door.
My husband sat alone in the waiting area with his legs crossed, a damp tent in his pants, and a smirk.
“Have fun?” he asked.
I replied innocently, “Whatever do you mean?”
Motioning to my foot, he said, “Well, for one thing, what’s left of your panties is around your ankle.”
I gasped when I looked, and then burst out laughing.
I reached down to remove my ruined panties. When I stood up, I found his hand held out. He said, “I’ll take those.”
He put them into his pocket, then took me in his arms and kissed me. Pulling back, he said, “I love you, baby, and I can’t wait to rip this dress off of you too.”
I smiled playfully and answered, “Well then, we had better buy two.”
We did.
Arm-in-arm, we left the store, giggling and laughing like two teenagers. This had been fun, but he still had an erection, and it was time for him to take me home.
To be continued next week in the epilogue.
Still loving this series! I can hardly wait for part 5. This learning to appreciate her beauty n sexiness is wonderful.
Thanks LM! I’m glad you’re loving it!
It’s my hope that all women can do the same, no matter what their struggles may be.
I have been reading your stories from part one. Whenever I see something about women or from a woman's viewpoint and I see a man's name or that a man has produced something meant for women, I have a tendency to look at it a little skeptically.
I have enjoyed reading through your story, though partly because I know you are a male and that you are seeing it from your viewpoint. And you bring out the man's perspective as well as the womans.
So often it takes somebody outside of our problem to help us through our problem. And Your writing captures what goes through a woman's mind when she looks at herself.
It also captures the frustration a man feels when this exists. So often whether it's the husband or the wife We will have a tendency to keep personal things personal. We neglect the fact that the two have become one and that when something affects one it affects both of us.
One of the key differences between men and women is that women deal with a problem in a more thoughtful way. Men deal with a problem by trying to find an immediate solution.
Therefore if a woman points something out that she would like to discuss he offers a solution rather than a discussion.
And no, this isn't 100% across the board a male's this way females that way argument. It's meant to to be taken as generally.
One of the things that made a big difference in our marriage was that when M. My husband, made it a point that his first words to me in the morning were to address me in a positive way. He would say things like hello beautiful, or there is my ray of sunshine, or hello gorgeous. It always brought a smile to my face and it begged me to begin responding to him in the same fashion. He told me the reason he says those things is not because it's a duty or obligation, but rather because that's how he saw me and that's how he felt when he did see me.
One of the habits we adopted together is going online or to a store and shopping together for clothing for me and sometimes for him. We both have a voice in it.
To begin with, I would always want something that was practical or comfortable. He would always pick out something that was sexual or …sexual . 😏
But it taught us more about what one another likes. And we came to some agreements through discussions as to why we wanted what we wanted.
Previous to that if he would buy me lingerie quite often, because I had a d cup I would need underwire, he would just buy something that my breast would flop around and hang and it would be uncomfortable.
But once we began to put eyes on it together we would begin getting out of ourselves and start thinking more about the other.
I found myself beginning to dress for him as well as for me. And when my sexual mentor a woman roughly 19 years older than I and far sexier than I taught me about lingerie and clothing that first and foremost it's what it tells us about ourselves when we see ourselves in it.
As I said in another comment. 99% of all my lingerie that I wear under my clothing now has a sexual meaning to it. In other words they're fabrics that I love the feel of next to my skin or when I peel off my outer layer I enjoy seeing myself in. And secondly it's what he sees me in.
Whether a woman is fighting extra weight or not enough weight She has probably got self-image issues.
Recently I listened to an episode of diary of a CEO and the guest was dr. Rena Malik, She pointed out how men have self-image issues as well. Maybe they won't wear tight pants because they don't have the bulge in the front or the butt in the back or a tight shirts because they don't have the bulging biceps wide shoulders and muscular pecs.
The fact is husbands and wives need to lift one another up not to beat one another down. If we are partners for life and intimate ones at that. We need to love who they are and more importantly we have a job of making sure that they love who they are!
All in all sir, I think you've done quite well. You've written from a male point of view and I can receive the the hopes and desires of a male in it.
One of the major things a husband wants from his wife is a woman who loves to have sex with them. Not out of obligation but because they really really want to have sex with them. It's not something to be treated as a holiday gift. It's something that should be addressed on a daily basis. And that begins with open communication between both as to what it is that they want sexually and what it is that they want to feel emotionally.
Thank you so much for writing this K.M. you have done a fine job!
Lady L. ♥️♥️♥️
Hi Tutchh!
Thank you for your comment and your compliment. I can understand your skepticism, or the skepticism of any woman reading a female POV story written by a man. I don’t have any female help with these, but I so strive to get it as close as I can.
Your comments are always thoughtful and detailed, and I must say that it is sexy for both you and M to shop for your clothing and lingerie. Most men would give their eye teeth to be so involved.
I also appreciate that you take the steps of sexy communication. Again, the eye teeth comment would fit here 😂
I appreciate your presence and input here, and thank you again for your comment!
The series is so hot. The fact you are conquering your negative thoughts and seeing the sexy beautiful lady you are. Husband is a lucky man and good on him for helping and making you see what he sees
Hi Scrapmaster and thank you for your comment. I do have to clarify, though. I am a man trying to write this from a female POV. However, the goal is as you mentioned.
Thank you for reading this!