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Kelly’s Rave Party
It had been several weeks since Kelly’s newfound personal freedom or maybe it had turned into an addiction. She had filled both of their big roll-around trashcans, that are provided by the city, twice with her old conservative frumpy clothes.
Gary was still trying to figure out what had happened to his conservative wife, for the last several weeks she had been either naked jiggling around the house and backyard, or wearing one of his old ratty white tank top tee shirts in the house and even in their front yard, no long concerned with the neighbors or who might see her.
She was shockingly going out to the street, taking her sweet time doing it, to get the mail, water her flowers, or go to her car in just his white tank top shirt, now the only thing hiding her petite body and big boobs from public view.
Kelly’s big jiggling and swaying tits and her constantly hard nipples trying to poke through the thin worn material were a sight to behold. She had mentioned she was going to wash her car a few times but that hadn’t happened yet, he was actually looking forward to watching her doing that. In years pasted he had all but begged her to enter wet T-shirt contests at bars when they were out of town.
His shirts offered distracting views of her ample side boobs to passing cars and the people on the street when she was out in the front yard.
Kelly’s large breasts challenged the old thin worn material she had picked as her now daily outfits. He enjoyed the loose fit around her tight small round ass cheeks, especially when the folds of the material would come to rest high on her hips. The size of her tits caused the tank top to ride higher in the front threatening to expose her more bare pussy.
It wasn’t long before Kelly was being even more uninhibited wearing tight and tiny outfits in public while running errands and shopping, looking more like a slutty teen than a middle-aged housewife.
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She woke up in a mischievous mood on a cloudy morning walking about the house and backyard still naked. Soon after breakfast, Kelly asked her husband to go with her to the Jockey Lot Garden Center just out of town near the Interstate. It is basically a big flea market with a few large areas for plants and a produce shop partly under tents.
He agreed thinking she was going to get dressed and put on regular clothes. But after he agreed, slipped on one his tank tops and quickly headed out the door wearing. He was in awe knowing the weatherman had called for rain most of the day. There was already a light drizzle that he feared would soon turn into a steady rain by the time they arrived at their destination.
After parking she decided to get him to walk with her to the open-air Latino fruit and vegetable market. Kelly’s white shirt quickly became more and more moist, beginning to stick to the upper curves of her big swaying tits and cute butt.
Before she had started selecting her produce, the young Mexicans were already staring at her hard pink nipples and areola showing through the wet material. The back of her shirt now completely soaked clung to her back showing off the curves of her narrow waist and molding like a second skin to her cute ass cheeks.
Gary could only follow his now mysterious wife around, watching the near transparent cotton shirt tight against her bare ass being revealed under the material, he felt himself stirring as he looked at the narrow strip headed away from the crack of her ass between her tight cheeks. The front becoming more and more transparent like the back. He was mesmerized by the tits swaying and on display under the wet material.
Standing at the register she giggled as the young Latino guys hands were nervously shaking trying to make change and not stare at her nipples poking through the shirt.
Kelly then asked her husband to drop the three bags of produce off at the car and meet her at the garden center. Their car sat almost alone as most of the people had left when the rain had increased slightly.
Gary hurried as the drizzle turned into a light rain. He dropped off the plastic bags into the back seat, grabbed an umbrella, and then headed across the parking lot to meet up with Kelly. He knew her shirt had to be soaked by now and he feared there might be more people in the garden center gawking at his sexy near naked wife.
The opening into the center Gary entered was on a different side than where Kelly had entered. He was near the taller bushes and fruit trees. He paused briefly to look around for Kelly but was distracted by the assortment of colorful plants he thought might look good on the deck. He stop to also check out the assortment of full blooming hanging baskets, along with the one and two-gallon container plants on the low plant tables as he casually looked for Kelly in the steady rain.
Gray heard people talking near the racks of starter flowers and vegetable packs. There were only a few people left in the garden center, so he figured hatay escort that was where Kelly was at.
Then her heard a male voice saying, “You are so beautiful,” he then knew it had to be her over where the conversation was coming from out of his view.
He started making his way down the jungle-like aisle of hanging baskets and potted plants looking through the dangling plants for his wife. He knew by now her tank top had to be totally see-through from the increase in rainfall.
“You better hurry, my husband will be here any minute!” She giggled.
“Yes, yes, climb up the ladder now!” Gary heard him say in a bit of an accent, thinking the guy wanted a peek up the bottom of her soaked shirt.
As he got closer to where they were he saw a wad of white material handing on an end cap display of small gardening tools. He didn’t think anything of it until he got to the next aisle. Looking through the philodendron lined up on the table, with the hanging baskets of Pothos above them, there was Kelly up on a merchandising ladder completely naked.
He stopped and just stared while she did several poses for the guy who was holding his hat over a phone snapping what appeared to be erotic pictures of his naked wife Kelly.
She looked so incredible, rain falling on her already wet body, water dripping off her arms, hands and hard nipples. Rain streamed from her hair and down her body. Gray stepped back just a bit to watch his wife.
“Yes, yes, now turn and move your feet apart,” he instructed her as she turned her ass to him and instinctively leaned forward a bit as she moved her feet apart for him. Gary could feel his cock growing again as his wife was showing this stranger her ass and wet smooth puffy pussy lips from behind, the rain had picked up a bit more and was flowing down her back to between her ass cheeks.
Gary couldn’t say a thing as she leaned forward even more lifting her right foot to the next step up, hanging onto the railings of the steps now exposing her pink folds to the guy, her big boobs hanging to the sides as she turned to look back at him.
“Are you getting good pictures?” She giggled, “This is so crazy, I can’t believe I am doing this!”
She saw someone moving behind the plants, “Gary is that you over there, I’m over here having some pictures taken by my friend, come on over here and watch.”
“Yeah baby, I’m on the way if I can find a way over,” he replied, then headed to the next cross-over, to the aisle where Kelly was up on the ladder.
When he got to the aisle she was on she was sitting on the ladder, knees spread, hands on the ladder rails. “Ah baby, where’s your clothes?” He asked staring at her sexy naked body.
Her pink pussy spread wide for the guy. She looked so erotic with her head leaning back and the rain falling on her face, her big bare tits dripping water from her hard nipples. Gary just stood back watching her doing her poses like a porn model.
She just giggled, “Over there somewhere, I didn’t want to wear it anymore it was just sticking to my body, besides Orlando could see everything anyway, it just seemed like it would be fun to do.”
“Well, at least there aren’t any people around, except him.”
The guy pulled out another phone snapping more pictures of Kelly.
“Thank you miss, I should go now!” Looking nervously at Gary.
They also left shortly after that, Kelly not bothering to collect the tee shirt. Gary following her still mezzanine by her cute now bare ass and swaying side boobs. He was amazed she was walking naked across the big open parking lot, walking around the puddles giggling and doing turns for him, in broad daylight. Kelly not caring a few others were dashing through the rain to their cars, some pausing to make sure they were seeing the naked woman causally walking across the parking lot.
The phone ended up being hers, which was a bit of a relief for Gary, there have been way too many nude pictures of his wife taken lately.
After the Jokey Lot, he was again wondering what had gotten into her with her lack of modesty or the desire to be naked most of the time, then he thought again that maybe he didn’t want to know what changed his wife, he didn’t want to ruin the new exhibition wife that had immerged from some unknown fantasy world.
Gary knew he had loved going out with their friends Bob and Kari, acknowledging for years he had been wishing his wife would act like Kari. A bit frustrated at times listening to the stories Bob would tell about their adventures of showing her off to others, her leaving parties and clubs naked, or just lacking some of the clothing she arrived in. And now here Kelly is fulfilling that wish on her own.
As they drove home she giggled and told him. “Now I know why women like to be strippers, the excitement of letting men lust over my body is crazy exciting, I hope you are ok with me being like this sometimes?” Then she leaned over kissing him on the cheek, her ığdır escort right hand sliding between his legs, “Oh so I guess you do approve!” And laughed at him.
****
A few weeks later Kelly was home a bit bored looking through the rest of her clothes sorting out what to keep and what was now obsolete, when her phone rang. She answered it to find Alex on the other end. He asked how her dinner date went a few weeks ago, she told him everything including stripping in the club and leaving naked.
“Well that is a good start,” he told her, “We are going to a party tomorrow night and you are invited. We are going to a little Rave Party downtown, there will be well over a thousand people there and the guys are insisting you come along.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Kelly started to say when Alex cut her off…
“Does your husband know about the hallway at the Mall yet?” Then her messenger dinged, and a picture arrived of her in the hall naked with Debbie just as naked riding her face holding her legs, with Alex fucking her ass.
She quickly begged, “No he doesn’t and you better keep it to yourselves!”
“Good, we will meet you at the little store at 9th and Pole Street, at 9:30 on Friday.” Alex then hung up on her.
She was a bit excited and a bit scared as she tried to figure out how to get out of the house Friday night, and not wanting Alex to share any of the pictures she knew they had taken. Kelly didn’t want Gary to know she had been an unfaithful group sex slut, that was her hideous secret he could never know about.
And what was she to wear, she had only heard a little about Rave parties but wasn’t sure what to wear or what to expect nor what she could get away with leaving the house in. She thought back and read a few stories online of drugs, drinking, heavy rock music, people doing that slamming thing, and half-naked people. “Oh, naked people,” she felt that tingle again.
****
Friday night came and Kelly had gotten a shower and shaved before Gary had gotten home. As they sat down to dinner Kelly asked Gary if he minded her going to one of the candle and cooking parties tonight or if perhaps he wanted to go with her.
She already knew he would never go with her, it wasn’t his thing. He made a few excuses like she knew he would, telling her, he didn’t want to go to a hen party.
That allowed her the opportunity to leave the house alone, knowing he wouldn’t want to go with her. After dinner she changed into a pair of old tan shorts and a snug-fitting button-up blouse under which was her new black bra, she had lost the matching panties at the night club a few weeks ago at her coming out, so she decided to go commando.
When she arrived, the guys were in the store parking lot waiting for her. Alex met her at her car, opening the door for her. “What, no dress?” one of the guys asked.
Alex told them, “It is ok, we will make some adjustments later, let’s get going.”
“Kelly, lock up your car and ride with us,” Alex told her. “Give me your keys and purse, you won’t need them,” he opened the trunk of her car dropped the purse inside, and closed it, putting her keys in his pocket.
Kelly sat between Alex and another guy in the front seat. Four boys and the girl, Debbie in the back, she was the girl she had met at the Mall. Deb sitting on the laps of the guys slapping away hands and trying to fondle her.
It was already 9:45 by the time they got to the warehouse area, Kelly had no idea where they were. They drove down several dark side streets before they came to a large, what looked like an abandoned warehouse. It looked like there were a few hundred cars parked everywhere outside on the streets in every direction.
Kelly could already feel the loud bass beating in her heart from the music inside the building.
Next to where they parked, a guy had his hand over a girl’s boob, her tube top around her waist as they made out, her jeans hanging open in the front low on her thick hips. Kelly couldn’t help but watch the two of them, admiring the thick girl’s big naked boobs and not caring who might be watching.
As they entered the warehouse that had been converted to a club, the guys paid the cover charge and were handed drinks. It was like some kinda punch but very strong. Deb already wiggling a bit to the loud music told Kelly to finish her drink so they could go dance. The scent of stink weeds was heavy throughout the structure.
Debbie was wearing a short black skirt with a tattered net top over a black padded bra, looking a bit gothic. Kelly felt a little plain in her choice of outfit compared to the hordes of many young people at the party in various stages of dress and undress.
As Deb led Kelly through the thick crowd of people, she noticed that a there was mostly all males, and they outnumbered the girls ten to one at a minimum. Most of the guys dancing, if you want to call it that as they bounced off each other, they were shirtless and sweaty ısparta escort in what she learned was the Pit.
As the girls danced away from the circle of guys, they experienced numerous people kept bumping into them, some even doing a bit of groping on her ass. But she paid them little attention, expecting it in this crowd, but kept close to Debbie.
She couldn’t help but notice how many of the younger girls were dressed, if you consider them clothed, some in see-thru, some topless, some in kinky leather, a few in slingshot bikinis, regular tiny bikinis, and a few wearing painted-on tops, she was amazed, turned on and a bit jealous in her almost conservative outfit.
After a few songs, Deb led Kelly back toward where they had left the guys. One of them handed Deb and Kelly drinks and they both drank them down. Kelly could hardly hear what they were yelling at her over the crowd. After trying to yell back and forth Kelly began to feel tingles all over.
The girls headed back toward the edge of the dance floor this time accompanied by the guys. Now all their guys were around her and Debbie, keeping them in the middle of the moving group. Guys around them seemed to be groping them both, grabbing at their asses, and their tits, pawing at Kelly’s shirt and lifting Deb’s short skirt.
Kelly noticed even more sweaty guys joining in on their circle near the center of the dance floor. Pushing them into the guys on the other side of their corral around them.
Kelly’s head was now spinning, she felt a sensation of wild euphoria. Holding her hair above her head as she tried to move to the music, her shirt had a few fewer buttons released now, having been grabbed at and tugged on.
She was trying to dance as the people continued to bump, shove, grind, push, and grope on the girls bodies. She had yet to notice they were among the very few females in the center of the moving mob.
Kelly could hear yelling behind her back and turned to see guys and a girl jumping from the stage into the waiting hands of the crowd of mostly young men.
She had the feeling of wanting to fly like they were and began pushing her way toward the stage through the bodies packed together, she was pulling Debbie behind her, as hands reached out for both of them in the tight crowd.
Two guys near the platform helped her up onto the stage, she had no idea where Debbie had gone. As she looked out over the massive crowd of partiers, a cheer went up and the mostly guys in the crowd yelled for her to jump.
She happened to look down and noticed that her shirt was almost completely unbuttoned now. Her over flowing sheer bra was in complete view, along with one of her nipples spilling over the top of the low-cut bra Alex had picked out for her. Kelly had no idea when it happened, but her head was spinning with that feeling of utopia and she could care less at that moment.
Giggling at what she was about to do, she elected to adjust herself back into her bra and buttoned the few buttons that were still attached to the shirt. Screaming she then leaped into the waiting hands.
As she traveled over the crowd she felt hands on her tits, her now bare stomach, between her legs, high up on her thighs, and her ass. She knew her shirt was open and she was out of her bra, but she didn’t care.
She finally was placed back down on the floor after about a ten-minute ride over the crowd, she was met by Debbie who had followed her through the crowd and watched her as she made it on stage, then jumped into the crowd.
Kelly, trying to redress herself, the shirt was completely opened with several more buttons now gone from her old shirt and her breasts were hanging free from her bra. One side of the top was down past her elbow along with her bra strap.
She struggled to push and tug everything back into place loosely tying her shirt closed in a bow, too many missing buttons now to keep it closed. Her lacy bra and ample cleavage were still showing.
Once she was somewhat covered again, they headed back to where the guys were. “That was fun,” she told Debbie, “I’ll do it again later. But my head is spinning I need something to drink, please like just water if we can find some.”
They left to find drinks, Alex had been watching them and was waiting near a dimly lit area. He met them when they got close with drinks he had acquired for the girls and him.
Again, after drinking it down Kelly began to feel even more lightheaded and euphoric, unaware that the guys were adding a little something special to their drinks each time. “Let’s head to the mosh pit,” one of the older guys suggested. The boys all laughed as Kelly asked what that was.
“It’s where we can make some real adjustments tonight.” One of the guys said.
Kelly looked at him clueless, her mind not quite processing what she was being told now, as they pushed through the crowd.
When they got close Kelly could see just guys bouncing around inside a circle. Before Kelly and Debbie could say a word, the boys just pushed the two girls into the crowd of shirtless, sweat-covered guys as they began to be pushed back and forth. Hands were groping them immediately, females seldom participated in the mosh pit for obvious reasons, the pretty ones at least.
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