Part 2 As I burst into the hotel room she jumped startled across the bed - still completely naked other than the thigh high boots. '... I was just...trying on the dress...' she stuttered as she grasped it to try and cover up her pussy. She was alone in the room. I rushed into the bathroom for a moment to think. As I watched her intently in the mirror through the open door I could see her hurriedly trying to cover up. She wasn't sure what I knew or had seen. She wasn't sure what I had planned. As she was so freshly shaven completely bare it was impossible for her to hide it - her pussy was gaping, her clit swollen and the lips were glistening wet, splattered with cum. The ten pound notes were sticking out of the top of the boots and she was frantically trying to stuff them down, out of sight.... 'I told you to stay there with your eyes closed' I called out to her in mock anger... She was confused now...uncertain... Had I planned it? Did I know? If i didn't then what would happen if I found out? She felt guilty, exhilerated and anxious all together.. As I flushed and ran the tap to signal my return I saw her last desperate attempts to cover her tracks as she wiped the cum from her cunt with a last loose tenner and stuffed it inside her boot top. She couldn't look me in the eyes and bizarrely stood instead as far away as possible - right in front of the floor-to-ceiling window - to put on the dress. It was incredible that just 20 minutes after she been so embarassedly clutching the hand towel over her wet body searching for her clothes, she had then lost her inhibitions so completely as to masturbate her shaven pussy in full view of the window whilst wearing just the high-heeled leather boots then allow herself to be fucked for money by a complete stranger in front of any number of people watching from the car parks and offices across the road. 'I told you to lie on the bed with your eyes closed until I got back or i would punish you' I said again more softly. '..........I'm sorry...I couldn't control myself............how...how are you going to punish me?' she replied nervously. I laughed and she relaxed a little and turned. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair strewn around. The dress was now on so the window show was finally over. Not that there was much dress to put on anyway.. 'Let's go' I said and made for the door. Her inhibitions were now flooding back. She was no slut - by day she is usually very prim and well dressed for her office life. Yet I was about to take her from the relative safety of the hotel room out into the London night in just the thigh boots and the flimsiest and shortest of dresses. 'I need some knickers..a bra..I can't wear just this....' she protested. 'You are being punished!' I reminded her, laughing. I didn't expect much of a complaint as her one weakness was a real fantasy for airing her pussy in public. Underneath the most elegant of dresses I had regularly found it uncovered. '..well at least a coat then?' 'We don't have one - let's go' and I grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly out of the door.... We were alone in the lift as it descended. As the doors opened into the lobby she marched out quickly with her head down straight towards the revolving door exit. 'Hold on one moment..I just need to get something' and I walked her instead to the concierge desk where she stood with her head bowed besides me..desperately trying to avert eye contact.. 'Do you have my tickets?' I said. The concierge froze for a moment, then looked up anxiously, trying overly hard not to even glance at my wife. '...Certainly sir - I'll just get them.' So we waited. My wife - stood in a busy, well lit lobby of a high class hotel, wearing just a pair of outrageous high-heeled thigh-high fuck-me boots, stuffed with cum soaked hidden cash and a dress I haven't even described to you yet. Black, tied with a simple knot of the flimsy string straps behind the neck, her back completely bare, right to the very top of her arse; narrow black silk tight over her tits with her cleavage bursting out and a narrow bare strip between her boobs held together only be a tiny diamond fastener - with the bottom barely skimming the base of her cheeks and split high up both inner legs at the front.... It could have been a very classy dress...but worn with thigh boots, flushed cheeks, strewn hair and with cum seeping out of her bare pussy...it probably only made her look like a classy hooker. Every eye in the lobby was on her - women looking thinking 'whore' with mixtures of anger, resentment, jealousy and envy...husbands staring blatantly at every bit of the show... My wife was now completely mixed up - guilt, excitement, embarassment, arousal, humiliation, exhilaration, anticipation.... Everything was now completely out of her control and her body felt on fire. As the concierge handed over the tickets, we walked through the entranced audience to the revolving doors and my wife's head began to raise again. Without the protection of her pussy hair more cum was starting to seep out and run down her inner thigh towards her boots but she just kept walking and we headed out into the night. To be continued..