Orthogasms
Literocat © 2022
During the 'happy hour' before a dinner party with some friends, Brenda kept staring at my wife's legs. I always said she had great legs, and my wife does too. That night Sandra wore a royal blue dress with white patterns and an unusually low neckline. It was backless and braless so Sandra had to be careful about bending before people unless she didn't mind showing them her small tits and dense nipples. It ended a conservative two inches above her knees. The oddest thing about it was that Sandy rarely wore a dress. She preferred her tiny jean shorts which showed off her well toned yet slim and sexy legs.
"Brenda, why are you fixated on my legs tonight? You've seen me in shorts and a bikini. What's so fascinating tonight?"
"True, Sandy. The dress shows less, yet emphasizes your little problem you complained about often enough. Watching your knees rotate in to face each other when you stand. They look perfectly square when you are seated. Don't you think so, Bob?"
"How would I know, hon? You think I stare at my friend's wife's legs?"
"Yes. Of course you do. Have they gotten worse?"
"Not that I can see. Her dress is too long to know for sure. If you want my opinion, Sandy, you'll have to hike it up a few inches."
"Nice try. I've already been to an Ortho, so I know the problem and I'm not willing to have the ugly surgery it will take to fix it."
"Oh go on, hon. Show Bob your legs sitting and as you stand." The others drew closer as they understood the challenge. We've all seen Sandy's sexy legs and are grateful for her daily exercises and jogging. She pouted, then agreed. She stood and hiked her loose skirt up about four inches.
Bob immediately commented, "That's not enough to tell. I think another three inches will do before you sit." Sandy looked at me for help. I rotated my index finger to indicate she should raise her skirt. She blushed a little and kept staring at me as she raised it, waiting for a signal to stop. Her knees practically stared at each other. I didn't plan to stop her as she was responding to a request she'd agreed to honor. That suited her closeted exhibitionism perfectly. As long as she 'had' to do anything, including exposing herself, she felt required to follow through. So she kept raising her skirt until her panties began to show.
A tiny smirk said she was pleased with herself for being so daring and compliant. Brenda said, "That's enough, sweetie. Now sit slow as you can." As she began to sit, we, those of us watching her knees, saw her knees rotate greatly to a normal position.
As she fell the last inch on the seat, with her skirt nearly at her hips, Bob asked, "Oh, did you forget your panties today or did you plan to flash us?" Sandy's eye popped. She bent to check her panties and exposed her bare tits to us. Bob smiled as his slacks grew tighter.
Sandy spread her knees to check, then stood and, acting frustrated said, "No, I didn't forget them. They are tan and I have them on. See?" With that she raised her skirt to her navel to show off her mini panties.
"Thank you, Sandy," I said. "Now that you gave all the men a hard-on with your camel toe and cute tits, I think it's Brenda's turn. She started this, so we should all check her 'knees' too." She did a spit take and refused. "Anyone else want to show us all my wife did? No one? Ok, Sandy. I think you can release your skirt."
Brenda whispered to us, "Sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far. You can see that Bob enjoyed it. I have an Ortho you may like. He's extremely thorough and will find another solution, if there is one. He's family so I can get you in and at a minimal price your insurance will handle. I'm sure you'll like him. He's skillful and easy on the eyes too." Sandy considered it for a moment and decided there was no reason not to get another opinion.
Two days later, Brenda called to say she convinced her family Ortho to see us. It had to be after hours as his schedule was full for months. We agreed to the next Friday at 6:30 P.M..
