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My husband and I have a tradition that we love. Whenever we are on a romantic getaway, we make passionate love, give each other one orgasm each, and order a pizza. Not sure why, but this tradition has been a fun one that we have done for several years now. The time before last, though, we had an accidental exposure.

The room we were staying in was made specifically for romantic getaways, and had several large mirrors throughout, so that guests could watch themselves getting passionate with each other. What we didn’t realize at the time, was that it also gave a very good view of the portion of the room where my husband waited, fully nude, for me to bring the pizza in. I was well covered in my robe, and the lady delivering the pizza was very professional about the exchange. I did notice that she looked over my shoulder, but I thought nothing of it until I had closed the door and turned around. 

There was my husband, in all his naked glory, looking at his phone and oblivious to the fact that he had just committed unintentional sexual harassment :). My husband is not overly self conscious about people seeing him, but he does like to be aware of it if he is on display. We had a good laugh about it and went on eating our pizza and fucking each other silly.

Fast forward to our most recent romantic escape. Once again, sweet, sweet, loving. And once again, the insatiable need for after-sex pizza. This time, however, my husband said that, since he exposed himself to the delivery driver last time, I should have to do so this time. 

Immediately, my face got warm with embarrassment. The idea was quite outlandish. As I’ve said elsewhere, I’ve not shared pics or in-person views of myself outside of the locker room (and on one occasion, a sauna). But as my husband brought up several options from which I could choose, I decided that, as long as I maintained control, it would be OK for the delivery driver to see something a little naughty.

As we waited for our pizza, I got nervous. I had put on a piece of lingerie that covered my pussy with a sheer flower pattern before splitting just below my navel to drape over each breast before tapering to two ribbons that joined each other on my back to go down my ass crack. It was quite easy to see my hardened nipples through the lacy fabric. As I stewed, I decided that it was too much for me. So I donned my robe, but left it open just enough to expose the edge of the lingerie on each side.

When the knock finally came, I first looked through the peephole. I had NO interest in causing problems by exposing myself to a minor. Fortunately, he looked to be in his upper twenties or lower thirties. As I opened the door, butterflies swirling in my stomach, he made only the briefest of glances at my display before staring resolutely to the side of our door, stiffly holding out the pizza. 

I had to suppress a fit of giggles at his reaction. This poor man, who moments before had had no inkling that he was about to see a woman in lingerie, looked incredibly uncomfortable. I suddenly wanted to tease him even more by opening my robe completely, but ultimately decided that doing so to someone who clearly was not looking for a show would be mean.

So I took the pizza, thanked the driver, and closed the door. My husband and I had a good laugh as we dined, and I decided that the experience hadn’t been so bad. I had been willing to expose myself after all, which gave a small thrill of sexual excitement. But I had decided that doing so for someone who didn’t consent to it would be a bad move. In the end, the only thing he had seen was a robed woman, which is actually quite a bit tamer than I had originally intended.