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These stories are fictional, and the characters are not based on any single individual — though they are a compilation from characteristics and personalities encountered in real life, and in the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any particular person is not intentional. These stories take place in a fantasy world where babysitters are always available and adults can come and go whenever they want to, where there are no STDs and no unwanted pregnancies resulting from unprotected sex.

The stories in this series tell the story of a young wife discovering her sexuality and sharing her discoveries. Other chapters will may appear in the Loving Wives category.

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“I want you to go to church wearing the new stretch cotton maternity garments — you know the one with the deep V-neck. And no bra.” Meg gave me that look of “what are you up to.” She knew she would comply with my request but was nervous.

Meg and I had married in the Bountiful Utah Temple about six months ago, and then moved 1,100 miles away from our parents so I could go to a medical school in Missouri. As a personal wedding gift, I bought her the new maternity garments sold by Church Distribution because I loved how they revealed more than the traditional garments — we both wanted children right away, so she would need them before long.

“You’re kidding right?” she asked. “I’m not nursing, and someone will notice!”

“They will,” I replied calmly while knotting my tie. “And wear that wrap-around dress I like.” It’s Valentine’s red and probably the only dress she owns with any cleavage. She knew I was up to something.

“No way. I’m not going to do that! That’s not a Sunday dress.”

“Remember when you went to prom,” I said, “and you wore your prom dress to church the next day? If anyone asks, just tell them it’s our 6-month anniversary so you wanted to dress up.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice after the all-night party and my parents were forcing me to go to church,” aksaray sınırsız escort she said. “Besides, I’m married now and have gained 15 pounds — most of it in my chest.”

I told her I wasn’t asking her to cheat on me. I just wanted to show off to the ward what a beautiful wife I have.

She wasn’t totally convinced, but church was starting soon so we had to go, so she got dressed just as I had asked. I didn’t say anything about how the wrap-around created a long slit up her leg that flashed her garments if she walked quickly. It reached below the knee, so the dress appeared to be modest.

We were running a little late getting out the door. When we got to the chapel, I parked in the third row in the back of the church — just so I could watch her as she rushed to get into the building. Her dress fluttering in the light breeze and the slit added to the excitement.

I noticed Brother Wright was greeting everyone and holding the door. He was watching Meg as she rushed to the door — probably a little longer than he should have. Sister Wright also noticed and stepped between him and my wife.

As we arrived at the chapel, our favorite row near the back on the left side was already taken. There were a lot of visitors, so we ended up sitting all the way at the front on the left. Brother Wright was now on the stand as a counselor in the bishopric.

Because of where he sat, and our location in the chapel, he was the only member of the bishopric that could see us. I noticed him glancing in our direction several times — especially when my wife would cross or uncross her legs. He clearly liked what he saw. Meg was 5’10” tall and danced with the BYU-Idaho Collegiate Dancers Company. She has long silky-smooth muscular legs, my second favorite body part of hers. They were eye-capturing even when she wore jeans.

It was then that I got an idea. I leaned over and whispered to my wife. “It’s time for our first amasya ukraynalı escort dare. I want you to pull out your breast and expose your tit for ten seconds.”

She looked at me with a little bit of fear in her eyes. She had agreed to do six dares for me but wasn’t expecting this to be the first one.

“We’re on the front row, so nobody will notice. Everybody is behind us,” I added.

I could tell she was thinking about it. There was nobody in the middle section beside us and the couple behind us were busy with their little children. She glanced at the speaker — an old high council speaker who was reading his whole talk, never looking up at the congregation. I don’t think she even gave a thought to the people behind the speaker on the stand.

I slid over to be right next to her, our legs touching, leaned in, putting my arm around her shoulder and creating a private space for her. “Go for it,” I whispered.

She was clearly nervous. Her hand was shaking a little, as she uncrossed and crossed her legs again. She pushed her hair behind her ear and in one smooth move as she lowered her hand reached inside the dress and garment and pulled out one beautiful breast — then held her hand over her areola for a second while looking around, then dropped her hand to her lap.

I whispered “one, two, three, four…” Her face was beginning to blush, and I could see it spread down her chest. I looked up at Brother Wright — he was looking right at her, but she didn’t notice. “Five, six, seven, — you’re almost done” — a few words that added a few more seconds to the timer. “Eight, nine, ten. You’re awesome babe. I love you.”

She immediately raised her dress and garments to cover up. She was still shaking. “I’m wet,” she whispered to me. “That was so risky. I can’t believe I did that.”

I looked up at Brother Wright. This time he noticed me looking at him — he looked like a kid caught stealing candy from a candy antalya yaşlı escort jar. I just smiled and nodded at him, and he began to relax. He smiled and nodded back at me.

After the meeting ended, Brother Wright came down our aisle and said, “It was great seeing you in church today. I hope to see you again next week.” Meg didn’t catch what he was saying and said, “Thank you.” I smiled and nodded. She then left to teach her Young Women’s lesson, while I went on to teach my Valiant 10s.

After church, we slowly walked to the car holding hands. I opened her door for her and waited for her to scoot in – catching a brief glimpse of her legs separating and the slit exposing her garments several inches above the knee. I went around to the driver’s side, got in and started driving home.

“Did you notice Brother Wright today?”

“Yes, he was holding the door for us when we arrived. Why?”

“Did you notice him on the stand?” Her face went pale. I could see her mind replaying sacrament meeting and what she had done. I reminded her of Brother Wright’s comment — “He hopes to see you again in church next week.”

“Oh my God,” she said, partially in shock but also in excitement. “Did anyone else see me? I could never go back if they saw me.” I assured her he was the only one, and that he smiled and said he wants to see her again.

She shivered as a nerve running from her mind to her pussy began firing off. She was so turned on that she had been caught flashing that she reached her left hand over and grabbed the front of my suit pants. I was already hard thinking about church, and Brother Wright, and my wife, and her being turned on by it all.

“Let’s get home right now,” she said. As a recently married couple who were virgins before marriage, we were already fucking like rabbits. That day there was a new level to our fucking. It lasted all afternoon. I lost track of how many orgasms she had but I know there was nothing left in my balls.

I promised her we’d buy her another “Sunday dress,” and using our Amazon Prime membership, we bought two dresses with some cleavage and a few toys to add to the one she already had – a dildo given to her from her grandmother at her wedding shower.

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Author’s note: this story was previously submitted and has been re-edited.

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