Mandy's SexCapade: Pantyless & Proud !!! by Syzoth

“I have a surprise for you, Mandy.”My beautiful wife looked up from the book she was reading. “What is it?”

“It’s in our bedroom. I’ve been waiting to give it to you.”

Her face lit up with excitement.

I held out my hand. “Come on, let me show you.”

Amanda took it and followed me to the bedroom door.

“Close your, eyes, Mandy.”

She giggled and played along. I carefully guided her inside.

“Ok, you can look.”

Amanda opened her eyes. Carefully laid out on our bed was the black minidress that I purchased for her nearly 2 weeks ago. Composed of a very soft and stretchy material, I knew it would hug every curve of her body. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline and scalloped back. The bottom of the minidress would also be equally as revealing since it wouldn’t reach even halfway down my wife’s thighs.

Her expression was unreadable as she looked from the dress to me then back at the dress. She picked it up, eying it clinically.

“Do you like it?” I asked hopefully.

“Babe, it’s a sexy dress. But it’s so skimpy! I’d be too embarrassed to wear it in public.”

I gazed adoringly at my wife. She was easily the most beautiful thing I had ever—and would ever—lay eyes on. Standing at 5’6, she possessed silky straight black silk hair that ran to her hips and constantly smelled like fresh flowers. Running 10+ miles a week may have given Amanda an athletic physique, toned legs, and rock-hard abs that I could sharpen a knife on, but it didn’t take away from her feminine curves. Any man—and many women— within eyesight couldn’t helped but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and sculpted ass. Even in the middle of a harsh winter, Amanda’s skin still showed off a natural bronze tan. Her almond-shaped brown eyes gave her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. However, my wife’s adorable freckles were perhaps her sexiest physical trait of all.

But all of that paled in comparison to her intelligence and personality.

Amanda and I graduated from the same college, and she had attained an advanced Master’s Degree in Green Design Architecture by her mid-20’s. Now 30, she was quickly rising through the ranks at her workplace. However, although Amanda possessed model-like good looks and superior intellect, it was her gentle kind-heartedness that always won me over. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for those she cared about, and she made me the center of her universe just like my entire existence revolved around her.

I loved my wife more than anything, and I adored the very ground that she walked on.

“You have that weird look on your face again.”

I snapped out of my reverie. “Sorry, Mandy. I was just imaging how sexy you’d look in that dress.”

“A hand towel would cover me more than this thing,” she stated bluntly.

“Here, feel it. It’s got that nice soft, stretchy material that I like.”

“Why don’t you wear it, then?”

“I have a confession to make. I made special dinner plans for us tonight, and I was REALLY hoping that you’d wear the outfit.”

“What? Where are we going?”

“The Oceanside Cafe.”

My wife exclaimed, “The Oceanside Cafe!” It was a 5-star restaurant situated on the waterfront in Center City. Amanda and I had been meaning to dine there for years.

I decided to rectify that.

“I wanted to surprise you with something different, and taking you to Center City immediately popped into my head.”

I could tell Amanda was happy since we didn’t venture there often. That, in turn, made me a thousand times happier. “I’d love to spend the evening there!”

“Weekend,” I corrected her. “I also booked reservations for a hotel.”

It was her turn to give me an odd look. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Only for about a month,” I deadpanned. “Once I found the dress, I knew I had to take you somewhere special. And you wouldn’t believe how difficult it was to coordinate reservations at both places!”

Amanda smiled, but there was still suspicion in her voice. “What’s the reason?”

“There isn’t one. I wanted to surprise you with something fun and unexpected, that’s all.”

She regarded me stoically for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly brimmed, and she was in my arms. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Mandy.” I stepped back and grinned impudently at her. “So, getting back to the dress…”

“Do you really want me to wear it?”

“Of course! I mean, I’ve been waiting almost 2 weeks to see you in it!” In a much more serious tone, I added, “Seriously, Mandy. I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. You’re going to look so fucking hot, everyone within a 50 foot radius will be staring at you!”

My wife sighed and shook her head helplessly. “Omigod, babe. You’re crazy, do you know that?”

“Your fault,” I replied laconically.

“Well,” Amanda began hesitantly. “It DOES look like a fun dress to wear… and I do have the perfect heels to go with it. Now I just gotta figure out the right makeup and—“

“No makeup.”

“What?”

“No makeup,” I repeated. “Go natural, you’re perfect just the way you are. Makeup is a downgrade for you.”

She beamed at the compliment. “So you want me to wear this dress, and go without any makeup. Are there any other rules and regulations that I should be aware of?” Her tone was mocking.

I actually did have another idea in mind that would make the night even more memorable, but kept it to myself. “You’ll see,” was all I said.

Amanda let that go. “So what time is our dinner reservation?”

“6:30pm. If we hurry up and leave soon, we can check into the hotel first and get dressed there. It’s only a few blocks from the restaurant.”

Amanda smiled, and I realized that she was more delighted with my surprise that she had been letting on.

My ultimate plan was beginning to take form.

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Approximately 2 hours later, we arrived at the hotel in downtown Center City. As I pulled our car to the lobby entrance, a very well-dressed valet immediately hurried out and opened the door for Amanda, assisting her out.

“Good evening, madam. Sir. And welcome.” The valet was around our age, I surmised.

“Thank you,” my wife replied, staring at the luxurious hotel behind him.

Another attendant, this one much older, approached with a luggage cart. “That’s ok,” Amanda told him. “We just have overnight bags.”

“It’ll be my pleasure to transport them inside for you.”

“Thank you, but we can manage them on our own.”

The luggage attended actually appeared crestfallen, but he simply nodded and wheeled the cart away.

Amanda and I entered the hotel lobby as the valet parked our car. Once inside, her eyes took in the opulent surroundings. Giant crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, and the marble floor gleamed pristinely. Everyone around us, including the hotel employees, were sharply dressed.

“Uh, babe. Are sure that we’re in the right hotel?”

“Of course. I wasn’t going to wine and dine you at a fancy restaurant only to sleep in a fleabag motel. Tonight, we’re going 5-star all the way!”

My wife was ecstatic, but blushed self-consciously. “God, I feel so underdressed here.”

I grinned impishly. “Then you better hurry up and change!”

We quickly checked in and took the elevator up to the 25th floor. I opened the door to our suite and led my wife inside. The suite was felt as though it was almost the size of our entire house, and everything was immaculate and plush. The entire interior felt sterile, as if it had been cleaned and re-cleaned several times.

Situated at the far end of the suite were 3 huge windows that ran from floor to ceiling, and were set together at slight angles like half of a hexagon. We set our bags down at looked out. From our vantage point, we had a clear, unobstructed view of the Atlantic Ocean as well as the heart of downtown. The windows were closed, and hustle and bustle of the Center City was silent to us.

I had made sure that we were staying in the finest hotel possible.

Amanda turned to me. Dressed for comfort in my grungy concert t-shirt, yoga pants, and sneakers with her hair hastily tied in a ponytail, she looked as beautiful as ever. “Thank you. This is… amazing.”

“I should be the one thanking you for allowing me to be part of your life. Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Only about 10 times on the way here.”

“Then let me make it 11.”

I was on her instantly, my mouth and body pressed against hers. Her breasts felt firm against my chest which, in turn, induced my cock to bulge. She felt it, smiling and murmuring into my lips. We made out before the uncovered window, and the idea that the world was watching us excited me even more.

However, my lust was too overwhelming, and I began dragging Amanda to the bed as I continued to kiss and touch her all over. We fell onto it together. The thick, plush blanket smelled fresh and newly laundered, and it felt like we were laying on a thick layer of soft cotton balls.

I couldn’t stop kissing her, but she pulled away. “Stop,” Amanda whispered reluctantly. “We’re going to be late.”

“I don’t care. I want you right now.”

“You didn’t spend weeks planning this just to make us late for dinner!”

She did have a point. “What about just a quickie?” I pleaded desperately.

Amanda laughed, slapped me on the shoulder, and rolled off the bed. “You’re such a guy! Come on, get up and get dressed.” Her expression suddenly became sly. “Who knows, if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll show you my appreciation later.”

I quickly jumped out of bed.

It took me less than 10 minutes to put on my dress shirt, necktie, and khakis, and comb my hair. The necktie was probably overdoing it, but I wanted to go all out tonight. I turned around to watch Amanda get dressed. Aside from wearing thin, silk panties, she was completely naked and holding the minidress in her hands. She lowered it to the floor and stepped into it, drawing it up her legs like a pair of pants. She pulled it up past her midsection, then stretched the material over her trunk. Amanda tugged at the fabric to straighten it out, pulling the skirt down her legs as far as she could and pulling the neckline up over hear breasts.