Sherrie is a beautiful woman. She never fails to turn heads. She is a living doll. She is petite at about 5’5” tall with full, firm 36C breasts and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large, oval-shaped blue eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has highlighted brown hair that shimmers in the light. At thirty, she is four years younger than I am. She is an avid runner with a beautiful, tight butt and slender, muscular legs.

When I first met her, she was a virgin and quite prude. While at graduate school, there were numerous attempts by her male classmates to get her to lighten up. They often pretended that they were trying to help her fit in. In reality, they were trying to see how far they could get her to push it. For example, her favorite blouse was a white sheer chemise that clearly showed her conservative bra underneath.

One night while dancing with her classmates, Jim commented that you just don’t wear a bra with a shirt like that. Sherrie, wanting to fit in, went to the bathroom and took it off. All of the men ogled her newly freed breasts, but none let on that she was really giving them a show. She had no idea that she was essentially naked from the waist up.

She did notice how the shirt’s movement tended to turn her on. Everyone went home in a group, so at her door, Jim walked her to her door and gave her a quick good-night peck. It started innocently enough. Sherrie had never kissed a Black man. He started slowly but did not back off with the quick kiss as everyone else had always done. As he slowly kissed her lips, he slid his hand up her slender back and pulled her toward him.

In doing so, he pulled just close enough so that her nipples grazed his shirt. It sent shivers up her spine. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she let him continue to kiss her. She felt like it was probably okay since she heard that everyone did it. He gently slipped his right hand inside the back of her blouse through the gap between the buttons. The feel of his hand on her naked back was electric.

Before she even knew what had happened, he had gently unbuttoned one of the buttons and slid his entire hand into the back of her shirt. He didn’t want to scare her off, but he slowly let his hand move around her back to gently cup her naked breast in his hand. For small breasts, they were quite full, and he felt its full weight in his fingertips. She finally came to her senses and pushed away. She was blushing profusely, but there was no denying that she was very turned on. Jim just pretended that nothing had happened.

When I came into the picture, she was consistently going without a bra because she just assumed that was what they did in the fashionable big city. To take advantage of the situation, I made sure to always give her the sheerest blouses that I could find. When she would express concern over their flimsiness, I just told her that that was how all of the really fine high-cost shirts were made. I loved to watch her dance with her male classmates. There were all snickering in a lustful way at her ignorance of what a show she was giving.

After a while, I used the same approach to discuss her panty lines with her. She was shocked that I had noticed. I mentioned that everyone these days was going with thong panties (it was actually considered very racy back then). I barely knew her but ended up buying her the most sheer and sexy thongs that I could find in the Fredricks’ catalogue. The timid med student was becoming quite exhibitionist without even knowing it.

One summer, we knew we were scheduled to join the Sanders for a small party. They were our neighbors and had become quite good friends. We had done this numerous times, and it was actually quite boring. This night was actually different. Sherrie’s ex-crush from graduate school was going to be there. She didn’t want to let on to me, but she still had a huge attraction to him and wanted to look good.

Knowing this, I decided to see if I could push her a little further on her outfit for the evening. Although our youngest child was almost one year old, Sherrie was still nursing her. As a result, her breasts were large and full. I found that her nipples were pressed out more due to the fullness of her breasts. As a result, they were very sensitive. I told her that I wanted to help her pick out her outfit so that she could look her best tonight.

As a matter of fact, I had actually bought her a new miniskirt for the evening. I had actually found the skirt in a swimsuit catalog. It was very short and quite sheer. The skirt was designed to be worn over a bathing suit. It had actually been on clearance because it was a little too risqué for the general population.

I picked out a cotton top which hugged every inch of her voluptuous torso. As she tried on the skirt, I noted that it was very beautiful, but it actually showed her thong underwear (which was very hot!). After pondering, I said, “Let’s try it without the underwear; nobody will know.” She frowned, but after a little prodding, she slipped off the small undergarment.

I said to turn around so I could make sure that it looked okay. Every inch of her beautiful ass was accentuated and presented for the eye to see. I could see the cleft of her heart-shaped butt clearly displayed through the flimsy garment. “ “It’s fine; you can’t see anything.” - I lied.

In the front, the skirt was merely inches below her beautiful pussy. It was one of the most erotic outfits I had ever seen. Here was my modest wife innocently displaying the beautiful lower half of her body. I shook my head; you know, I can kind of see your privates. I have an idea: let’s shave it so that it won’t stand out so much. It’s actually quite common.