First let me say, I recognize that dressing room stories are pretty shop-worn on Literotica, but it’s for a very good reason. Changing clothes with an accidental curtain gap is likely the first, or among the first times most women are exposed to men beyond their lovers and spouses. And the accidental nature of it allows them to let it go on and savor it after they discover they have an audience. That’s certainly the case for me, and it opened the door to a broader expansion of my sexual boundaries, and those of my husband too.

Over the years, my husband, Dave, and I shopped frequently at an outlet mall that was on our way to visit friends out of town. They had a Jones New York store that had clothing I really liked at a great price. On this particular trip, I was looking for some summer dresses, and maybe a sundress for our summer vacation to St. Martin.

After looking for a while, and thinking of our trip, I found three or four items to try on, and the clerk led me to one of the dressing rooms at the back of the store. Dave found a chair to wait for me along by two other men, obviously waiting while their wives or girlfriends tried on prospective purchases too. The clerk and I fumbled with hanging up the dresses, as she pulled the curtain closed and left me to try them on.

I shed my shoes, shorts and tee-shirt before putting on the first dress. I looked in the mirror in my plain, practical bra and panties and thought to myself, you’re a middle-aged average woman with smaller breasts and look what you picked out. These dresses are for someone who looks a lot different from me. I have suffered from a poor body image all my life, and none of these dresses were really “me.” While the feminist in me knows I don’t need to pass Hugh Hefner’s test for attractiveness, I can see myself in this mirror quite well. I was tempted to get dressed and go back out and find a couple that were more appropriate for me.

I put on the first dress, the most conservative one, and of course it was shorter and lower cut than I felt comfortable wearing. Only the price tag appealed to me. As I took the dress off, I again looked in the mirror, I saw a gap in the curtain where the clerk hadn’t gotten it fully closed. Through that gap I could see Dave sitting between these two other guys. Since I could see them, that meant they probably could see me, or at least parts of me as I moved around in the dressing room. And with the mirror being on the back wall they probably got a full-length view of me as I looked at myself.

As I watched them, it was clear they were trying to not be noticed catching a peek of me now and then. I was more than a little surprised that Dave, seeing the situation didn’t come over and pull the curtain closed or warn me to do so. He’s never been the overly possessive or jealous type, so maybe he didn’t want to make a scene by being overly protective of my privacy. Or maybe he really didn’t notice the gap that exposed me to the voyeuristic tendencies of these other men. But that seemed quite unlikely.

I took off the first dress and again stood there in my bra and panties, feeling three sets of eyes on focusing on me. While I’m sure my bra and panties didn’t show any more of than my two-piece swim suit would at the beach, the context was certainly different. I tried on the second dress and liked it much more than the first one, though still a little more revealing than was my normal preference. As I modeled it for myself, I surprisingly found myself “performing” maybe just a bit for my newfound audience. As I looked in the mirror again, I swear I saw Dave smile, like he now knew I was now well-aware of the gap in the curtain. The other guys were moving their eyes from the floor to the ceiling, yet I knew they were catching a glimpse of me as often as they could without me catching them. It seemed they were trying awfully hard to get even a fleeting glimpse of a woman other than their wives even if in very plain underwear.

My thoughts alternated between why is my husband seemingly enjoying these guys seeing me in my underwear, and more unexpectedly why am I starting to enjoy it too? I very slowly took off the dress, and tried on the third one, taking my time dressing and undressing this time. My uninvited audience was still with me. Now I had the halter-top sundress to try on. Clearly it was meant to be worn braless or at least with s strapless bra. Normally I would have just tried it on with my bra on, but I thought about those guys watching and Dave appearing to enjoy their seeing me half-undressed. “Let’s see what he thinks of this,” I thought, as I unhooked my bra facing the mirror and slowly let the straps fall of my shoulders.

If they were looking at all they’d know they were in for more than they had likely expected.; even more so for Dave. I hung the bra on one of the hooks and stood for a few seconds looking to see if I still had my onlookers. When I moved my hands to my chest to “fluff the pillows” they gave up any pretense of not watching me as they certainly didn’t want to miss this part of the accidental show. I was sure they were getting a pretty clear view of my bare breasts in the mirror now, and my nipples responded accordingly. I stepped into the halter-top dress and took my time pulling it up and tying the halter around my neck.

I subtly looked in the mirror trying not to let on I knew they were looking and sought out Dave’s face to see his reaction. To say he looked surprised was an understatement. So, to teach him a lesson for not alerting me to the curtain gap, I doubled down when taking the dress off. Again, I slowly untied the top and let the straps fall in front of me exposing my breasts again. I knew I had captured my audience now, and I was feeling more than a little arousal from their attention. I stepped out of the dress very deliberately and took plenty of time putting my bra back on.

Once dressed, I pulled the curtain open and demurely went over to Dave and told him I was going to get the sundress. The other guys worked hard not to make eye contact with me and avoid any confrontation or embarrassment. At about the same, their wives came out too and they took the opportunity to leave.

Both Dave and I weren’t sure quite what to say, at least while we were still in the store with others around. We checked out and went to our car.

“When did you notice the curtain was open?” he asked, being very non-judgmental in his tone. He was clearly trying to assess how much trouble he was in.

“When I was looking at myself in the mirror with the first dress,” I said. “I saw you first, then the other guys. I knew you wouldn’t miss a chance to get a cheap peek, and your colleagues probably wouldn’t either.”

“Why didn’t you pull the curtain closed, if you knew we were watching?” he asked.

“Well, you seemed to be enjoying the show, and obviously knew these guys were too; you could have come over and stopped it too.”

“You know, you could have at least tried on the sundress right over your bra?’ he asked a little more pointedly.

“I assumed that if you liked guys seeing me in my bra and panties, you would absolutely Love them seeing me topless,” I spat back.

“So, you were doing this just to spite me, is that it?” he questioned.

“Well, at first, I was doing it to teach you a lesson. You wanted to get a little thrill out of me showing a little skin, but not more than these guys would see at the beach. Isn’t that right?” I got only a slight shrug for an answer.

“Then as I got more into it, I started to feel pretty turned on by these guy’s attention, but just as much by your knowing they were looking and being OK with it. I certainly didn’t feel any guilt after seeing you being excited by my performance,” I added,

“Not long ago I would have felt the proper thing for you to do was to come over and tell me I had left a gap in the curtain. Then I would have done the equally proper thing and pulled it closed.”

Dave thought about this and said, “I know there was a time I would have gotten pretty jealous of other guys catching a glimpse of your bare breasts, but it sounds like we’ve both moved to a more openness for sexual exploring.

“A number of times I’ve been exposed accidentally, and we both were aroused by men catching a peek at me. This changing room scene went from accidental to on-purpose exposure very fast. This seems like a transition we won’t want to undo, but we ought to consciously agree it’ll be part of our sexual playfulness now. Are you OK with that?” I asked honestly.

“I loved watching you today, and knowing those guys were seeing you too, so let’s see what else we can do,” he said smiling.

I think this sets us up for more stories to follow.