Wife in Mexico
 

I don't think they hate each other. But vacationing with my wife in Mexico - I convinced her to wear a thong bikini one of the days on the beach. Wife does it and is enjoying it.

She goes up to the resort bar to get us more drinks. It's taking her a while. Finally she comes back after 20 minutes. She was anxious and semi-frantically yelling at me for convincing her to wear a thong. I asked what happened. She tells me she was stopped by someone she knows through her work near the pool bar area. He is a defense attorney and my wife at the time was a prosecutor for the district attorney's office. Essentially a professional rival of hers.

She said she was stopped carrying the drinks back when he recognized her. He was with several friends at a high-top table in the pool area. And she said she was scared trying to escape the conversation because it meant having to turn her back and walk 100ft in their line of sight. And finally she had no choice but to do it and heard one of them cat-call her and all of them laugh as she was walking away.

I personally find the incident funny and a little hot. But my wife is mortified that this happened.

Not photos, but I used to work with a girl that didn't like me & the feeling was mutual.
She was a very pretty Chinese girl, who wore a bra that was too big for her. We were in a meeting together, and I looked across at her, & lo & behold, there was her right breast & nipple on full display for me. Happy days.

Not true blondes
 

I love seeing “fake blondes”, betrayed by their dark pubes. My sister in law is one. (Posted about her in hot tub in different topic). Doesn’t dislike me totally, just a little. So hot to see dark pubes on a “blonde”, but some women shave the evidence these days.

At least you got some good pleasure from her that one time. Would have been fun to let her know after you stopped working there.

Yes I have. After my brother and his 3rd wife Karen divorced he ask me to help him move some stuff out of the house that her mother owned, she was letting them live there since she moved to Texas due to her job. While helping him move I accidentally dropped a box that some things fell out of, and some of those things were polaroid photos of Karen in a few different poses butt ass naked. I never did get along with her stuck up snooty ass at all, she never liked me from the get go.

My husband and I met through work many years ago, but before we started dating I had gone on a couple of dates with another guy at work who I’ll call Derek. It wasn’t long before I started working that he began putting the moves on me. I’d been warned about him by a few other guys at the job, my future husband included, but I still agreed to go out. He was and is everything that I dislike in a man, bragging and loud, arrogant and belittling. It was very clear he was only interested in an easy lay and when I he realised I wasn’t going to be that easy he gave up. A while later my husband and I started dating and suddenly his interest was rekindled. I would chalk it up to the wanting what you cannot have obsession that some people fall prey to.

My husband and Derek worked closely alongside each other and my husband later told me that when when we were first dating Derek was constantly pressuring him for details, how I was in bed, what my body looked like, does he have any pics etc. This would get me really excited, being a very male dominated industry I was one of the few women at the company and the idea of walking into work knowing that everyone there knew those details about me, or even had seen me naked, absolutely drove me wild.

In previous posts I’ve mentioned how I have a serious and deeply ingrained exhibitionism fetish, and how I kind of discovered that there are many different layers to it. The kind of excitement and satisfaction that I get from being exposed to a stranger is worlds apart from being exposed to someone I know. And that excitement is compounded intensely when the person I know is someone that I don’t like. The idea that this person knows I don’t like them, knows I don’t want them to see me at my most vulnerable, but gets to anyway is ridiculously arousing for me.

We toyed with the idea of exposing me to Derek, either in person or via photos many times. We’d discuss it as a kind of fantasy to get me worked up, we’d roleplay it but ultimately we’d always back out. Eventually my husband took another role with a different company and I stayed on a bit longer by myself. Every time I had after work drinks Derek would try and put the moves on me, being particular brazen about it on the nights that my husband didn’t join us.

Eventually we had the chance to relocate city for a while for a while with my husbands work which meant me leaving that company and finding a new job. A week or so before my final day we have a little going away party for me and some of the guys at the local. My husband and I had discussed in advance that this would be a good opportunity to finally play out our fantasy.

There’s a fair few of us to start off and as the night drags on it ends up just being myself, my husband, Derek and two others sat on a corner booth, all very drunk. I’d gotten changed into some more casual going out clothes before arriving and Derek is commenting that it’s a shame I never dressed like this at work. I was wearing a loose fitting sleeveless top with with wide v-neck and no bra, and he was saying how it would have given the opportunity for a few good down blouse shots at me. I’d had my husband whispering in my ear all night egging me on to flash him, so I took the cue and ran with it. Taking the top and pulling each side away from my chest, I asked him ‘you mean like this’ and bared my chest to the table. I was sitting with my back to the rest of the now nearly empty bar so this thankfully didn’t draw too much attention, but my three soon to be ex-coworkers all had a front on view of my breasts. I quickly covered back up and Derek was begging me to get them back out, or even to ditch the shirt entirely. I guess he knew he might not get another chance like this so was trying to get whatever he could.

I’d like to say I’d been brave enough to take it further that night, but I held myself back and contented myself with some flirting and teasing for the next hour or so before we left. I let Derek have a longer than usual hug and a quick squeeze of my bum as we left, and then when we got back my husband let me know what else he had in mind. He’d picked out a couple of pictures of me, a fully frontal nude, one of my ass, one of me splayed open on my back. None of them showed my face but they showed everything else you could imagine. He wanted to send them to Derek as a parting gift and I was excited and worked up enough to agree.

Over my last few days at work Derek made sure to tell me repeatedly how much he liked the pics and how often he would look at them. My husband had asked him not to show anyone else but we knew that he would and that was half of the fun. It was incredibly exciting walking around that workplace for those last days, interacting with various colleagues wondering if they knew what I looked like spread open and naked.

We didn’t see or hear from him again for sometime until we moved back to our home city, but we did eventually get back in touch and that lead to him being one of the first men that my husband shared me with outside of our marriage. At some point I’ll get around to sharing that story too

How about sharing the photos you sent Derek?

Mandy
 

Mark one up for the guys.

Unfortunately we don't have those specific photos anymore, many great shots have been lost to old phones and lacking the foresight to back them up!

My ex sister in law never liked me. And the feeling was mutual. I still couldn’t deny that she was pleasing to look at. My ex had shoeboxes full of photos from her past. One day I went through them and came across one of her sister standing outside their house in black underwear with her tits exposed. I really wanted to ask my wife for context but figured if I did she’d get rid of the photo not wanting me to see it. Was it a dare? We’re they just tanning outside? I’ll never know. But I’d revisit the photo often when home alone.

Not dislike, per say, just from different circles..

A young woman, very up herself, totally disinterested in the work needed, fluttering her eyelashes, and flaunting her body (crop top, and low rise, VERY tight leggings, in an office? really?), to het folks, usually the men, to take on her work..

One day she brought in some holiday photos, showing everyone her posing naked.. No shame at all !

I wish I had the foresight, to quickly scan in some.. she was fit, but very high maintenance.