When my wife saw that over 10,000 of you had read the story of our last adventure she got incredibly turned on and wanted to know what we were going to do next this Saturday. I've told her she will have to wait and see but that she can check this site on Sunday morning to find out how many people read all about it before her. I've booked us into a hotel in London by the river and we are going to check in there in the early evening. Once in the room we will order some champagne and she will slip into the bath and she will get to work preparing herself for the night. She loves to be freshly smooth between her legs and it was last year when I last let her remove it all so its now quite long again, covering her most private parts almost completely. So she will be incredibly turned on by the act of shaving herself and the anticipation of what might come later. Once out of the bath she will put on fishnet tights, black high heels and a tight bra that pushes up her 38DD breasts into an incredible cleavage. She will wear no panties so the lines of the fishnet will each rub over the sensitive skin of her shaven mound. I want her dressed sophisticated but still a touch slutty so she puts on a classy little black cocktail dress, but its probably a size too small - squeezing her breasts still higher. She puts on a black belt in blow job choker and rolls black gloves up he bare arms to make sure she looks like she might be being paid for her night. As she comes into the bedroom now fully ready for her night she looks fantastic with her dark haired bob skimming her shoulders and her tits thrusting out ahead of her - and I can tell that the sensation of the fishnet rubbing over her freshly shaved pussy is getting her really excited. I tell her she looks fantastic - like any man's fantasy - and that I want to take some pictures - and she is a little shy at first but then agrees. She sits on the bed crossing her legs and flashing fishnet clad thigh almost up to her arse - she sits on a chair leaning forward giving the most incredible cleavage shot - then I ask her to stand by the window and look down on the river. I tell her I want her to slip the dress off now and she protests a little, excited but a little nervous - the champagne is still taking effect. She agrees but wants the light off. So I take dark pictures of her silhouetted in the window frame with the lights of London behind her, in her heels, her fishnets and her push up bra. She's still slipping down the champagne and when I take the first photo with the flash she protests a little more but half-heartedly and stays stood against the window. Then I approach her and position her facing out of the window then raise her arms then tie each quite firmly from the wrists to the curtain rail - each at an opposite corner of the window - then tighten each so that she has to be on tiptoes. She is no longer nervous - she is too turned on - standing stretched out and scantily clad looking out over London for anyone to see - awash with champagne and now dribbling wet in the pussy. I take more photos with the flash, more and more, closer and closer together - as close as the camera will allow - each sending a flash of light past my wife and into the night - each attracting attention and glances towards the source of the flashes. And my wife is now begging for her pussy to be attended to. She is writhing around, stretched on to her tiptoes - trying to rub her legs tight together to pull the fishnet over her cunt lips. I approach her from the back now with the camera on automatic now taking a flash photo every 15 seconds - and I squeeze on her tits - toy with plucking them from the bra - then start to run my fingers over her arse - slipping them through the holes in the fishnet - tugging the material back hard so that it cuts tight against the front of her pussy. Then I shock her a little by slipping my fingers round her front and running them over her sticky. soaking cunt - again slipping them in between the fishnet then pulling harder and harder until the material tears across her crotch leaving her shaven and sodden pussy on full view out of the window. Then I will tell her again about how many people read exactly what I was going to do to her beforehand, and how many e-mailed to say what they would like me to do to her - and how many e-mailed to ask where they would be able to watch from - and how many would be out there in the night watching her being fingered and frigged in the window, illuminated over and again by the flashes of the camera. And stroke by stroke I remove my fingers from her pussy and smear her juices into her skin - over her back - the tops of her breasts - her neck. Then with her body writhing - her eyes closed, her pussy and legs twisting on her toes to keep a grip of the fingers - soaked in her own pussy juices and with her fishnets ripped - leaving her bare - I release her - order her back into her cocktail dress - now too short to cover all the tears in her fishnets - and we head out into the London night - with her still not knowing how many people who e-mailed will be waiting in the bars and clubs we go to - waiting to get a closer view of my incredibly sexy exhibitionist wife dressed like a slut, smeared in her own juices, her pussy shaved bare - swollen and dripping and her fishnets ripped apart leaving it all on display.... look out for us Saturday night...