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My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist

By: aichiyu



Unknown to my shy, modest wife, a pretty Asian nurse was sitting in a room across the street staring down at us that Saturday night. The curtains in her room were open, the light was low, but I could see she was there, once again. 

My wife and I were lying side by side in our apartment on a sleeping pad in the living room. Our curtains were wide open, as always, and a small lamp was on, illuminating our bodies. After a day at the beach, we had showered and changed. She was wearing one of my T-shirts over a pair of panties, and I was wearing shorts. We were smoking a joint, and reminiscing about the day, which had been a hot one, on many levels.

She was on her back with her eyes closed. I was on my stomach with mine wide open.

We'd seen lots of naked bodies, as is common at certain Northern California beaches. Though most people had kept their suits on, some sunbathed or swam nude or semi-nude. 

Also, at one point, I'd seen one couple edge away purposely from the crowded section, holding hands, smiling, and then retreating around the edge of a nearby dune. My wife didn't notice them because she was reading a book.

I casually sauntered up the dune until I was no longer visible from behind at the beach. I slowly made my way in the direction the couple had gone. As I topped over one dune I could see them barely visible through a clump of bushes. They were maybe 50 feet away from me.

They'd stretched out on the sand and were fondling each other. The guy had one of his hands all over her breasts, which were half out of her bikini top, and the other one stroking her pussy below, through her suit.

She had his cock out and was stroking his erection. His suit was down around his ankles. As I watched them, taking care they didn't know I was there, I slipped my suit off and began stroking myself much as she was stroking him.

Suddenly a movement caught my eye, and I saw another couple was walking behind the dunes far over to my right. Hoping they hadn't seen me, I ducked down, pulled up my suit and quickly made my way back to the towel where my wife was reading.

Seeing I was flushed, she said, "Did you have a nice walk? You look hot. Wanna take a swim?"

As we entered the water, I looked back and realized we could now see the fondling couple from the ocean. I didn't say anything to Alicia, but as we danced around in the waves, turning this way and that, she spotted them too.

"Hey look at them," she whispered to me, even though no one was near to us at all. "Aren't they hot?"

By now the woman was completely naked and the guy was kissing her breasts, still rubbing her pussy and bare ass. I moved over in the water to stand behind Alicia. 

"Yes, they look like they're having lots of fun."

As I did so, she started to feel my erection pushing into her bottom. My suit was around my knees; we were standing in water a little above our waists. I put my fingers under the elastic of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down, baring her butt to my pulsing cock.

"Oh, somebody else is turned on, isn't he, Davie?" she said to me, laughing seductively. She did nothing to stop me from my sexual massage of her backside. My wife is British and loves to tease me.

As we watched the couple, the man climbed on top of her and started to fuck her in earnest. At this, despite her essentially modest nature, or what I thought was her essentially modest nature, my wife let out a little gasp and reached down to completely remove her own bikini bottoms. She held them in her right hand at the surface of the water, where they drifted languidly on the soft rolling waves.

At this, I pulled her legs apart and stuck my cock up into her pussy. It was a bit tight from that angle, and she had to bend over a bit for me to enter her. As I started to pump myself into her, and still eyeing the naked couple on the beach, she stopped me, gesturing over to the right.

A man had come up on us faster than I'd realized and was entering the water maybe 20 yards away. He had his eyes on us and clearly had figured out what we were up to.

"Let's not, not right now or here," she said.

That ended that, and soon we were properly covered and back at our towel, though not before I'd enviously noticed the fucking couple reach what looked to be a glorious set of orgasms.

Back at the towel, I started applying sunscreen to my wife's back. She was lying on her stomach, soaking in the rays after our swim. As I did so, I noticed the man who had seen us in the water had drifted down with the tide to a point where he was parallel with our spot on the beach. 

Other people were getting closer to us as well, two young women, one of whom wore a very scanty bikini, the other a sundress and hat.

As I massaged Alicia's back with the cream, I untied her top to help coat her entire back. She didn't protest, until I reached under to cup her bare breasts.

"Davie!" She meant me to stop. 

So reluctantly I did, but not before I'm pretty sure both the man and one of the women (the one in the hat) got a glimpse of her white right breast in the process. (She'd never sunbathed nude, BTW, under any circumstance, up until that point.)

As I kept rubbing the cream into her back and then into her thighs and calves, she relaxed, and I noticed a very slight wiggle and clenching of her buttocks as I stroked her inner thighs. To me this was a signal, so I suddenly pulled her bikini bottoms down to reveal her round white bare bottom to our audience.

W-w-what are you doing?" she startled, rising up and completely baring her breasts in the process. Confused she reached down to pull up her top and re-cover her bare tits before fully reacting to the fact she was also naked from behind down below.

"No, no, I don't want this now!" She quickly pulled her bottoms back up.

"Bad boy!"

"Well' maybe you could at least apply some sunscreen to me now," I protested.

I lay on my stomach to hide my erection. She spread the cream over me and in the process finally took note of the people in our area.

"I can't believe you did that, D." You know I'm not comfortable with being nude in public. Were those two women or that man swimming here when you bared me to view?"

"Who knows?" I lied. "I was just doing it in reaction to watching that couple make love. It's hard to contain myself at times like this. I feel like doing the same thing to you here, out in nature. Fucking."

My wife, who as I said is English, just gave me a little spank, and then lay back down next to me to answer quietly into my ear.

"There will be plenty of time for that when we get back home, Davie."

Back to our living room that night, and feeling the effects of the pot, I reminded her of all the experiences we had had earlier at the beach, hoping this would lead to a major fantasy of mine -- and perhaps hers -- coming true.

As we revisited what we had seen while swimming, when she first noticed the naked couple, I started massaging my wife's breasts through the T-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything but a pair of panties beneath it. 

"Did it turn you on to watch them like that, Alicia?" I asked her.

"Maybe" she breathed, reaching over to pat my backend through my shorts. At that I rose up a bit and felt my erection growing underneath me.

"Did it turn you on?" she asked me. 

"Like crazy. Didn't you see the bulge in my suit." 

She smiled.

"I think I see one now too."

I kept massaging her nipples, which were now getting hard through the fabric. I reached under her to raise the T-shirt and she helped me do that, up to her shoulders as she shook her perky white breasts free.

While she did this I snuck a peek at the nurse, who was clearly still staring at us. My wife was totally unaware of her, as far as I knew, and I wasn't going to mention that we had company. She closed her eyes again, enjoying my caresses.

I should describe my young wife's body to you. Besides her very pretty face, and her soft brown hair, she has small breasts that perfectly complement her slim build, long legs and the cutest butt imaginable. Her pussy is tight and swells up as she gets turned on, until it grows dark and fills with wetness.

As her nipples grew hard under my massage, I moved one hand down to start rubbing her pussy through her panties and as soon as I did this she started moaning and soon was squirming -- her bottom was moving underneath her and her pussy was getting really wet, which I could feel through the silky material.

I gently lifted her by the waist and pulled down her panties. Now the nurse was getting a full view of my lovely naked wife bare naked, head to toe. Alicia was too high and in too much pleasure to be aware of that, I realized, and I fantasized that she wouldn't stop me even if she did know.

Through the haze of pot, I knew it was pretty uninhibited for her to lie naked with the light on and the curtains opened like this, even though we rarely saw anyone in the facility across the way, which was some sort of nursing home, where most of the windows were shuttered and only the occasional resident or staff person came into view.

But I'd noticed this particular nurse on several occasions for weeks now. I think she sat there on her break, and we'd developed what you might call a sort of visual relationship. I'd pretend not to notice her when I was alone in the living room while I found a way to show off my body to her.

I'd always known I had an exhibitionist streak, which seemed somewhat shameful, but I couldn't help myself. I never did anything blatant, like exposing myself to a woman in a scary or weird way, I hope. But when I could provide what might seem as an "accidental" view, at the beach or in a situation like this, I did.

The fact that the nurse stayed when I did it made me comfortable to do it again, though I still found it a bit risky. 

This time, though, was so much more perfect than the other times. Tonight it was not me being an exhibitionist, but me exhibiting my precious wife's beautiful body. Again, the nurse did not move, but seemed riveted by the show.

Under my touches, in fact, Alicia was really getting turned on, but I wanted to prolong the experience as long as possible, so I started talking to her about the other things that had happened at the beach.

"You know when I was rubbing the cream on you and pulled down your bikini bottoms?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"How would you feel if I told you some people saw you that way?"

"I don't know, a bit scared but a bit excited, I guess."

"Well turn over on your tummy now and let me do it again," I said.

She obliged and I first pulled up her panties, and then ripped them down violently, baring her bottom to the nurse and spanking it firmly once or twice."

"Ow!" she protested.

As I gently caressed her ass, I told her that both the man in the ocean and the two women had seen me do this at the beach.

"Does that turn you on?" I asked her. As I did so she could tell I had poised my hand ready to spank her again if she did not give me the right answer.

She stayed silent, so I tried another move.

"If it turned you on, kiss me." At that she raised her head, turned her face to mine and gently kissed me on the lips."

"If it turns you on that by seeing your bare bottom that man got an erection, kiss me again."

She kissed me again, this time more violently."

"If it turns you on to know that the women in the sundress pointed at your naked ass and made sure her friend saw you, kiss me again."

This time her kiss was more constrained.

"If I told you the woman with the sundress lifted it up and started caressing her breasts while looking at you, kiss me again." (This hadn't really happened but I was taking literary license in retelling the story.)

She kissed me more violently than ever before.

I then told her they had also seen her naked breasts too and by now she was bucking around like an animal that really needed to be fucked. 

A glance confirmed our nurse witness was still watching, and what happened next is why I am writing this story.

Alicia settled down enough to absorb all of what I had told her.

"You're such a naughty boy, Davie. Turn back on your stomach. As I did so, and she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of my shorts, I lifted up, anticipating fulfilling two of my deepest fantasies -- being exhibited and spanked -- at the same time. 

Alicia seemed to understand my tense excitement, as she began pulling down my shorts vet slowly, finally revealing my bare bottom to our secret watcher. Now I am a fair looking guy, according to most people, 6 feet tall, no extra weight, and despite frequently being nude at the beach I do have tan lines.

Alicia promptly started punishing me for today's transgressions.

As the first spank landed on my buttocks, I raised up to greet the next one. Never in our marriage had Alicia really spanked me properly like this, but I knew I deserved it.

I tried to image what the nurse was seeing -- this lovely naked woman sitting up now in our room spanking her husband's bare butt over and over. She only stopped when my bottom had turned bright red and then she la back, opened her legs, and said simply, "Fuck me now."

As I glanced furtively at our watcher, I was shocked to see that for the first time ever the nurse had opened her uniform to reveal her tiny breasts and was caressing them as she watched me get my spanking. She has long black hair falling around her shoulders. Her nipples were large and brown, in contrast with her little pale round tits.

At this point I lost it completely. I lifted Alicia's butt up, and slammed my penis into her, fucking her as long and as hard as I had ever done to that point in our marriage. When I came I spurted so much cum into her it leaked out of her pussy on both sides and dripped down her thighs and onto the mat.

She was totally spent as well. Sweat covered both our bodies. As she lay back, I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I knelt there, my cock still standing straight out, dripping with cum and I looked for the first time straight up at the nurse.

Something had turned her attention, it appeared, as she was rapidly buttoning up her uniform, and turning her head toward a door opening behind her. In a moment the light went off and she was gone.

I decided to wait until another time to tell Alicia the details about this particular exhibitionist performance, though when I did it, I got quite a surprise.

But that's a story for another day...if anyone is interested in hearing about it. 

My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 02



For weeks after the incident in our living room where Alicia and I had sex while our neighbor, the young Asian nurse, was watching from across the street, I was fantasizing constantly that we might get another chance to repeat the experience soon.

That didn't happen right away but something else did, that I want to tell you about.

We took a road trip up to a river north of here, and had a new experience of exhibitionism there together. My strategy, given how modest she is, was to take her to remote places where we were supposedly unlikely to be seen, so she could experience the pure joy of being naked in nature.

She wouldn't commit to the nudity part but she loves to hike along beaches, lakes and rivers and loves to swim. She said she was willing to consider skinny-dipping, if the situation were "right."

As we hiked along a lovely river, we saw a number of people, mainly men, swimming naked below. I noticed an odd expression crossing Alicia's lips whenever she saw another man's naked body. Although she denied it when I asked her, she clearly liked to check them out.

Eventually we reached a secluded spot and went down to the river ourselves. After a swim (me naked, her in her bikini), lunch and some wine, I started flirting with her, telling her since no one was around she should take off her swimsuit and sunbathe nude.

She refused at first, but did lay back on our towel and let me start caressing her while telling her how lovely she looked. I gently stroked the inside of her thighs. I've always found this is the best way to relax her and get her to forget about our surroundings, so I did so slowly and purposely working ever closer to her pussy.

When I tried to actually stroke her there she pushed my hand away so I moved north, softly feeling her breasts through her top.

She has beautiful breasts. 

They are smooth and white and soft and firm and perky. I know many men have wanted to touch them and some have (more on that later).

As I caressed her, she relaxed and let me remove her top and expose her upper body to the open air along that rushing river. I cupped one breast, then the other, softly rubbing them and slowly twisting her nipples.

Her eyes were closed but her lips parted and I could sense her pleasure as a slight shudder rippled ever so softly through her slender body.

The surge of water was so loud enough that we couldn't hear much else. I slipped off my shorts and started touching myself as I touched Alicia's bare breasts. I'm a complete exhibitionist, but a shy one myself, and I love the feel of the open air on my naked body.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a young guy in a bathing suit working his way down the river from the other side of the water. I quickly pulled my shorts back on and positioned Alicia's top strategically over her breasts while continuing to caress them.

He had noticed us too, and darted behind a bush to continue checking us out.

I had a choice to make and I made it, removing her top again and exposing her from the waist up to his eyes, all the while kneading and twisting her tiny nipples, which were growing less tiny by the second.

I tried to think of what was happening from Alicia's perspective. Unknowingly she was being exposed, so she bore no responsibility for the act.

Soon, I could see he was stripping down his suit and stroking his hard-on watching me touching Alicia's lovely bare-naked tits.

Before proceeding with our show, I gently lifted Alicia's head and poured more wine down her throat. He got a good look at her nude upper body as I did so, including the white tan lines that revealed my wife was hardly a naturist.

"Um. That tastes and feels so good," she said.

As I set her head back down, and I caressed her naked tits, I felt her nipples harden once again. My cock was very hard by now, pushing out against my shorts.

"Ahhh," she sighed.

I could see the young watcher masturbating and knew he wanted more. I wanted more, too, and knew that even if she was unaware, Alicia wanted more as well.

But, worried that she might also see our young voyeur, who was not being entirely discreet, I turned her over on her stomach before continuing.

Then I ever so slowly stripped her bikini bottoms down and off, revealing her perfect round bottom to the boy. I love to touch her there and did so for a while, as she wiggled and thrust herself up to meet my hand. She obviously was going with the flow, and the show, even if she didn't know she was on display.

I also gave her a few smacks, liking the sound of my hand hitting her naked bottom as it reverberated through the woods.

Then I lay down beside her and started speaking softly in her ear.

"Alicia,"

"Yes."

"What if I told you a boy is watching us right now?"

"I doubt that is true." But her body tensed up as she spoke.

"Pretend if you wish," I instructed. She relaxed and reached over to grab my very hard cock through my suit and said, "Tell me more, Davie."

"Okay, the boy is across the river, hiding behind a bush. He has his bathing suit pulled down and he is stroking his hard penis while looking at you. I saw when he arrived and he didn't have an erection then so his excitement is all about you, and how beautiful and sexy you are."

As I spoke these words, she surprised me by turning her face to mine, kissing me sloppily, before saying, "Does he wish he could touch me?"

"Yes he does. Just looking at you naked gives any man an erection. The idea of touching your bare bottom alone will give him a climax."

"Why do men like looking at my bum?" she asked as I gave her a few more loud spanks.

"Because it is perfect."

"Why do they always try to touch my breasts?"

"Because we don't have real breasts, and once we find out how much you like it, we fantasize that it will turn you on."

She thought about this for a moment. 

"Are you enjoying showing your naked body to that boy, Alicia?"

"Yes," she blurted out. "I am."

At this, she turned over, spread her legs, and told me to touch her pussy. 

"Let's give him a real show, shall we?" she said in her lovely British accent. Her eyes remained tightly closed behind a pair of sunglasses, as she lived out her fantasy as fiction, even as I did as non-fiction.

As I stroked her, in front of our visitor, she continued to squirm but couldn't quite seem to reach an orgasm.

"Davie," she said, finally, "do you mind if I go for a swim?"

"Of course not," I said,

Then it was that I watched my supposedly modest British wife, bare-naked except for a pair of sunglasses, as she walked calmly down to the river, look first right and then left, before slipping in for a leisurely swim.

I could see the boy watching her, as she floated in the shallows, first on her tummy, displaying her ass; then on her back, displaying her tits and pussy.

She was clearly enjoying herself. Although shocked by her behavior, I was very turned on and had a raging erection as I witnessed her unprecedented exhibitionistic behavior.

Never before has she gone skinny dipping that I knew of, although as I said, there were many things I did not yet know at the time. Only with determined effort on days like this one, plus giving her a healthy dose of wine or pot, would I ever find out.

When she got out of the river, the boy got the perfect view of her nude from the rear, dripping wet and shivering as the mountain air swept over the cold river water streaming from her bare body.

When she reached me, she had goose bumps all over so I wrapped her in a towel and started drying her, paying special attention to her womanly assets and to her long brown hair.

At this point, although our exhibitionist game was fun, a deeper part of my love for her took over, and I helped her get dressed. After all, if she caught a cold, being naked a bit longer would not be worth that price.

Plus the boy was nowhere to be seen and had had his fun, I figured, and must have climaxed by now; and the afternoon shadows were starting to move the sun higher up the hills from where we were located.

She put her suit back on but it was still damp from her first swim, before the skinny-dipping show, so I gave her my extra T-shirt and wrapped the towel around her for the hike back to the car.

As we were driving home afterwards, I asked her whether she had had a good time, and she allowed that she had. 

Then Alicia surprised me again, as she snuggled nearer to me in the front seat. She was still wearing one of my large T-shirts over her bathing suit, but complained that her bikini was still wet. Suddenly she lifted up off the seat and tugged her bottoms down tossing them to the backseat to dry.

She also reached under the shirt to unhook her top and somehow tug that off as well. (I've always found it remarkable how some women can get undressed under their outer layer of clothes.)

Then she lay back, clothed now only in a thin cotton T-shirt, as we worked our way south along the still-uncrowded highway.

"I did love being naked out in nature, Davie," she started, "just like you've urged me to do forever. I also liked the story you told me about the boy."

As she spoke these words, her legs parted ever so slightly and the shirt rose up close to the top of her thighs.

"When we get home, I'll tell you more about that story, Alicia. There's more to it..."

"That sounds nice, love."

I could see her rest her head back on the headrest and close her eyes. I placed my right hand on her bare left thigh and stroked it gently, keeping my eye on the road ahead, not wanting my growing excitement to cause a disaster.

Soon it was apparent she was fast asleep, probably from a combination of the open air and the wine and the comforting heat inside the car. And now I had a dilemma literally on my hand, and that was my seriously sexy naked wife's body available for anything I wanted to do with it while she slept.

I stole a glance at her breasts, nipples pressing against the shirt as her breaths rose and fell rhythmically.

Gently, I lifted the shirt until her pussy came into view. Now my wife was riding next to me asleep, naked from the waist down. The highway would soon expand to four lanes, I knew, and when it did, there was the opportunity that anyone in a larger vehicle I passed on the left would have a direct view of her naked pussy as a result.

My cock sprang to life. I freed it from my shorts so it could stand at attention. I wished Alicia were awake so she could touch it or even, fantasy come true, suck it as we drove home.

But for now it just had to stand there on its own, throbbing, as I drove with my left and continued caressing her with my right.

Her pussy was soft and damp as I started but slowly over the miles, it heated up, swelled, and when I finally parted her lips, yielded that satisfying wetness only a woman's inner chamber supplies.

Still she slept on, and my erection painfully begged for attention, so I masturbated for a few seconds, just to relieve a bit of the growing tension, before returning to the mysteries of my wife's lovely female body.

This time I reached down through the neck of her shirt to cup her nearest breast and slowly massage it. As I did so, a soft breath released from her mouth and her beautiful lips parted in a way that made me want to pull over and insert my tongue into her mouth at once.

But I didn't do that.

Instead I moved to her other breast and continued my massage. I love feeling her tits. They are small, firm, soft, and white -- so lovely to look at that I have photos of them I take on business trips just to remind me what is waiting at home for me upon my return.

After a few miles of breast fondling, which caused my penis to grow even bigger and more insistent for attention, I placed my hand back on her naked pussy and started masturbating her clitoris once again. 

As I did so, her legs parted widely and all of a sudden she was on complete display, bare naked from the waist down, just as we entered the widened highway.

Wow, I wondered, is she ready for this?

Am I?



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 03



When we got home that night, I took a shower and pulled on my shorts, then told Alicia the bathroom was hers. She went in and I could hear the water running for her bath.

Once I could tell she had slipped into the warm water, I took her a glass of wine. She quickly closed a book and pushed it over to the table next to the tub. I smiled. It was a book of erotic stories I'd deliberately left there hoping she would check it out.

After carefully placing the wine near the book, I exited the bathroom but did not fully close the door. Through the narrow opening, I knew I would be able to watch her through a mirror that I'd placed opposite the bathtub.

From this angle I could see her lovely naked body as she lounged in the tub, sipped her wine, and (soon enough) returned to reading the erotic stories in the book.

The context here is that although we'd been married for some years, I'd never been able to get Alicia to totally open up to me -- on any level, let alone about sex. I was getting frustrated; as her husband, I expected her to trust me more than she seemed able to be able to do.

But lately, through sharing fantasies and real experiences, we seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

Now, as I watched her, she seemed fascinated by the story she was reading. I wondered which one it might be -- the one about a woman being felt up by a stranger on the subway, the one about the young wife who sunbathed in her backyard in front of some workers on the roof of the house next door, or maybe the one about the woman who skinny dipped in front of a young man in a river.

There were other stories as well, but those were the ones that might appeal to Alicia, as near as I could fathom her fantasy life. There also was a story about a woman spanking her husband that I suspected she would like.

Since I had no way to know which story she was reading, I could only watch at the result it was having on her. As she continued reading, holding the book in her left hand, her right hand started moving to her right breast.

I caught my breath as she started caressing herself, rubbing her nipple. She stopped for a moment to turn the page, then continued her self-caress,

As I spied on her, I slipped down my shorts and started rubbing my erect cock. This was such a turn-on!

I vaguely was aware as I turned my head reflexively to the left that a light had gone on across the street. 

As I masturbated, a huge wave of pleasure coursed through my naked body. Before a man climaxes, he feels wave after wave of excitement -- the longer you can keep this going the more intense it becomes.

After turning pages two or three times more, in between tweaking her nipples, Alicia finally set the book aside, open, face down on the table. What happened next truly shocked me.

Never, ever, had I seen her masturbate. But now she spread her legs open wide, placed her feet on the sides of the tub, and began rubbing her pussy.

I felt a bit guilty witnessing this show but not so much that I moved away. After all, I was masturbating also.

Alicia's slender body rose and fell in the tub as she worked herself off. I could hear the water sloshing in the tub. My hands were rubbing back and forth so fast I knew I was making sounds too. Plus we both were moaning out loud, so she knew I was there, and I knew she knew I was there.

At this point, for whatever, reason, I turned around, cock in hand, and realized that the Asian nurse across the street had been watching me. Her dress was again open, her tiny breasts bare and she was touching herself watching me touch myself watching Alicia touch herself, and we hadn't even got to the best part of the evening yet!

After Alicia had her orgasm. She came out of the bathroom; knowing I'd seen everything, modestly wrapped in a towel with another towel wrapped around her wet hair, carrying her half-empty glass of wine.

She sat down on the mattress and started rubbing her hair, eventually removing the towel and using a brush to separate it, strand by strand, in a way I find inexplicably sexy.

Under the other towel, was her damp nakedness.

It didn't take long for that to change, I mean the towel. As I unwrapped it from her quivering nude body, I knew the Asian nurse was once again seeing not only my naked body but my wife's as well.

As Alicia continued to sip her wine, I recounted the day's events. The boy at the river. Her skinny-dipping. Our ride home, with her nakedly on display for anyone to see.

As I touched her, conscious of our nurse voyeur, she responded to every prompt, wriggling and thriving, finally, almost like a fish out of the river, shuddering.

It took all of my self-control not to explode in climax, but just to keep talking to her and working her body toward her second climax.

As I spoke, she responded.

"Tell me about that boy."

"You let him see you with your legs wide open."

"You wanted me to, Davie." At this I masturbated her much more fiercely and felt my cock grow thicker and harder than ever before.

"You wanted him to see me so I showed him. When I went swimming I could see him through my sunglasses, of course, you goon. It felt scary but good. I could see him masturbating, and imagined that I was a goddess in his eyes."

"Whoa," I answered. "But what about later in the car?"

You have to understand that at this point we both were bare naked and the nurse was watching us and we were way too far gone to be able to continue this conversation in any rational sense.

I'll try to continue this with the intensity in Chapter 4. 



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 04



As we drifted about 150 feet off of the island, Alicia was reading and sunbathing, while I fished. She was reading a collection of erotic stories I'd given her, while I was admiring her lean body in a light-colored bikini.

Several other boaters, as they passed us, looked over at her – from their distance it must have been hard to tell whether she was wearing a bathing suit or was naked with tan lines.

"Can you apply some sunscreen, hon'," she called.

As I crouched over her, I carefully undid her top and rubbed the lotion slowly into her back and shoulders. She let the top fall away; as she was leaning on her elbows to read, her pretty bare breasts were now free for anyone to see from either side of our boat, but she seemed too absorbed in her book to notice or care.

When I finished with her back, I took the opportunity to reach under her and squeeze her naked tits. She squealed a bit but did not protest.

Next I turned my attention to her long bare legs. When I reached her thighs I deliberately rubbed more slowly and sensuously. She parted her legs a bit as I did so but didn't say anything.

Then I reached under her bikini bottoms to rub cream onto her round bottom. She wriggled a bit as I did this, which I took as my next cue to expose her bare naked to the world around us.

I glanced this way and that. No one was close enough to see what we were up to unless they had binoculars. I slowly pulled down her suit, and she lifted up a bit as I did so. I pulled the bottoms all the way off.

Perfect! She looked so beautiful lying there in the tropical sun. I had a raging hard-on.

As I sipped a beer, admiring her nakedness, I noticed some movement from the shore. There, picking her way along a path was a woman in a sundress and hat, carrying a towel. As I watched she came into and out of view.

I knew the area well enough to guess she was headed to a little clearing with a tiny beach that few people ever visited. It was situated in such a way that it was hidden from view in the bay behind an outcropping of mangroves and faced the shore instead.

It was therefore a perfect place for sunbathing nude, if that is what this hiker had in mind.

My bare naked wife, meanwhile, had closed her book and laid her head down, apparently taking a nap. Her head was turned toward the bayside -- where a number of boats drifted, mostly populated by men fishing – and not toward the shore, so I was pretty sure she was unaware of our pretty hiker nearby.

Our boat was slowly drifting in the same direction as the hiker was going, and I helped it edge slightly closer to shore. We were completely visible to her, I knew, even though I could not always see her, due to trees and shadows and such. 

As I considered what to do next, my own exhibitionist tendencies took over. I slowly took off my cap, removed my T-shirt and stood up. I pulled down my shorts, feeling the thrill I always feel when I know or suspect a woman may be watching me do so.

As I did so my cock started to spring back to life.

I spent some time applying sunscreen to my body. As the boat gradually slipped to the very point where the secluded beach would come into partial view, I felt my heart jump. There, with her back to me, was the woman in the sundress, spreading her towel down on the sand.

Honestly, I felt a small pang of guilt. Was I intruding on her privacy? Soon, any doubts were removed. She lifted the dress over her head and was completely bare naked underneath. 

Standing facing away from me, her long hair, smooth back and lovely round bottom and long legs formed a perfect visage of female beauty.

As she turned around I quickly glanced away and pretended to resume fishing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her look right at me but not cover herself up at all. Instead she lay down on the blanket, on her tummy, and looked like she, just like Alicia, was going to take a nap in the sun.

Now I had a true dilemma. Two naked beauties out here in nature and me!

I decided to cool myself off a bit, and so edged over the back of the boat into the water and floated on my back for a while. My cock went limp but I was still in a high state of excitement. I grabbed a float from the boat and just let myself drift slowly closer to shore.

Suddenly the nude sunbather on land stirred, got up, and came into the water herself for a swim. I marveled at her naked beauty – long hair, nice breasts, lean legs and nice hips.

Soon she and I were only 20 feet apart.

"Hi," she called out in a friendly tone. She was a southern girl, judging from her accent. A local.

"Hi, back," I smiled.

Our voices must have wakened Alicia, because I saw her sit up. 

When she realized the swimmer could see her naked breasts, she immediately covered her chest with her arms.

"The stranger smiled. She stood up in the waist deep water. "It's okay, I'm naked too."

"Come on in, Sweetie," I called to my wife.

Alicia slipped over the side of the anchored boat and glided through the water toward me.

"You guys make a lovely couple," said the stranger. "Hi, I'm Carrie."

"I'm Alicia and this is Davey."

"Nice names."

We all just sort of floated around for a while, then Carrie returned to her picnic spot. I watched Alicia's eyes as she noted Carrie's lovely bare back and bottom as she walked slowly up the beach.

Then Carrie turned and called out, "Hey would you two like a cup of wine? She held up a bottle from her pack.

Alicia and I looked at each other, nodded, and then swam to shore. I could tell Alicia felt a little shy about walking bare naked up onto the sand, but Carrie seemed so friendly and uninhibited that it made her feel okay.

Carrie had on sunglasses by now but nothing else. 

As we settled down next to her, she poured a second cup of wine, which made me wonder why she would have two cups when coming here alone.

"Sorry, you'll have to share," she explained, perhaps sensing my curiosity. "My husband always ditches me at the last minute when I come to this beach. Football on TV, you know."

"Davey's more into baseball," Alicia answered. "I sometimes find myself alone at the beach as well."

"Oh you're British," said Carrie. "I love your accent!" She glanced at Alicia's nakedness. "But I thought British women were more, you know, inhibited."

Alicia immediately blushed and pulled her knees up and her arms around herself so nothing intimate was visible.

"Davey's been encouraging me to loosen up," she replied. "I think I'm getting better at it. But to be truthful, I still feel like I am being a very bad girl every time I do this."

With that she sipped the wine, handed the cup to me, and turned over to stretch out on the blanket.

I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "If you are such a bad girl shall I invite Carrie to spank you, baby?"

She just lifted her face to mine and kissed me deeply – our sign as to what should happen next.

"Carrie, Alicia feels she is a bad girl, so will you help me punish her?"

Carrie downed her entire cup of wine, looked me directly in the eye, and said: "No, I won't because I don't agree she is being a bad girl but I do think you are a very bad boy. I saw you spying on me when I got here. I think you should assume the position, not Alicia."

With this, my wife turned over, sat up, and said, "Yes. I agree. All Carrie and I have been doing is enjoying being free and naked in nature, Davey. You've been looking at both of us as if we were sexual objects. And, in my case, you took off my bathing suit – both parts – without asking me if that was okay."

"That sort of thing seems to excite you, Davey," added Carrie, "since you get an immediate erection when you do these things."

With that, both women stood up and demanded that I lie down between them on my stomach. Carrie put a bunched up shirt under my middle, brushing my now limp cock with her right hand in the process.

Now I lay there, out in the open and exposed, with my ass at their mercy.

"Who shall be first, Carrie?" Alicia asked.

"You."

With that, the first spank landed, across both cheeks. Seconds later, Carrie landed the second spank. Soon, both women were spanking me as hard as they could – Alicia on the right and Carrie on the left.

As my bottom reddened, it all actually began to hurt and I started to cry out in pain. But I also realized I was growing into a major state of excitement – that my cock was swollen and aching to be sucked or fucked on one of their pussies.

"Stop!" I stated sternly. With that, both of them fell back. I stood up and they both stared at my penis. I looked first at Carrie, then Alicia. Both of them lay back on the towel, their legs slightly apart.

There were two wet beauties at my disposal. Which to enter first?



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 05



Hello. I am Alicia, from my husband's stories "My Modest Wife, the Exhibitionist (Parts 1 through 4). 

I was a bit peeved at him, at first, for posting those stories, because he only told me about it afterward. But upon reflection, I rather like being introduced to you through his eyes, so now I will elaborate about my true nature. 

I am not so modest as he suggests.

Please excuse me; I'm hardly the writer he is, but here is my story.

Yes, I am modest in the sense that here in America, I have felt uncomfortable until recently exhibiting myself the way some girls do. So I had refused for a few years to sunbathe naked on the beach or do other things my hubby asks me to do (like ride in our car with my breasts naked). 

But growing up in England, I was hardly prudish, and I had many exhibitionist fantasies and several experiences. (I think we Brits are less sexually repressed than you Americans, actually.)

And, I am sure my husband will be quite surprised (and excited) by the following story, which happened when I was still in school. And the only way he is going to find out about it is by reading it on Literotica, since I have taken over his account to post this story, which I'll call "Part 5).

Don't worry, I didn't hack his account. He gave me the password months ago, hoping, I'm sure, that I would do just this. I think we are probably pushing our relationship into risky grounds, not so much by publishing the stories but by actually doing the things we describe in them.

As of this point I haven't actually had sex with anyone other than him, but there have been some close calls, and I'm trying to figure out how I feel about that possibility.

Mainly, to be honest, it scares me. But it also definitely excites me. I fantasize about it on a regular basis now.

I think relationships are about control on some levels, and Davey and I are certainly experimenting with control issues here. Today, I've taken over his account in order to tell a bit of my story. If it works (if you like it) there will be much more, I promise.

As I get ready to write the following words, I should describe where I am. I'm on a weekend retreat with others from a non-profit where I volunteer. We are in this lovely guesthouse overlooking the ocean.

I'm in my private room and I am wearing only a T-shirt. That's all. I'm sitting at a desk by the window. Anyone outside can see me from the neck up but nothing else. My "bottom" as Davey calls it, or "bum" as I call it, is naked on the pillow I've placed on this chair as I type this story.

I'm already feeling rather wicked, even before starting. I've never written a naughty story before. And I've never told my husband what a bad, bad girl I was long before he met me.

But now he is re-awakening my base instincts, I hope he will realize that he has triggered memories I thought I'd successfully suppressed. And now they are re-surfacing, I'm not sure what the outcome will be.

Maybe that is what is scaring and exciting me most. I do not know where this is all going. I think it is about losing control. It's rare for us to be apart on weekends, which given that we both have jobs is when most of our beach and river adventures have occurred. I know Davey is at a beach near here today, even as I type, and I can guess what he is doing.

He loves to hike next to the ocean -- any ocean. We've been on four continents together and three different tropical islands. I've never seen him happier than when at the beach, and it isn't only about sex or voyeurism.

It's who he is.

But part of who he is is a man who needs to be seen, literally. He needs to be known and to know that he matters. And I'm just like him but I am a woman. And we all know that everyone looks at women -- men and women -- but far fewer actually care to look at men.

I don't mind looking at men, but the first thing I look at is not their bodies but their faces -- their eyes, their mouths, their expressions. I'm not a very big woman and big men scare me in equal parts as they also excite me. This may be something that Davey has not figured out yet.

Okay, on to my story and then I'll come back into the present tense to wrap this up.

***

I'd been raised in a rather strict manner to always behave in a prim and proper way. I was to go to school with my uniform carefully ironed, for example. Often, on the train, I felt men's eyes on me -- although British men tend to be far less direct than American men, if I may say so.

Some days, as I got older and my body became more developed, I yielded to the temptation to imagine what these strangers on the train would think of me had they known I had no knickers on.

That's right. I rode to school with my bum naked, underneath that short plaid skirt. The first few times I tried this, nothing happened, but then one day something did happen. And this is the story my husband will only find out about when he reads it on Literotica.

My parents both worked. When I left home and got on the train, I was completely naked and free underneath my skirt. I knew that my long smooth legs were pretty and that men often snuck a peek at them.

This day I was feeling risqué, growing into my own as a young woman. I wanted to test my power over men. I wanted to feel sexy.

On the train, I boldly walked to the back of the car, where fewer girls and women were, and positioned myself between a number of guys. I think I probably was pushing my bum out as I braced myself on the bar overhead. I wanted to be touched.

In any event, I soon felt a stranger's hands touching my bare legs from behind, ever so gently. I just let him continue, giving in to the sensation of being stroked in that manner. I know this was dodgy behavior of me. I know I was being a bad girl.

But please read on.

As I stood there, the man's hands slowly worked their way up to my bare bum. He caressed each cheek, lovingly I thought, in a way that turned me on as I'd never before been turned on. He was very gentle.

Soon the man's hands and finger soon moved around to my swollen pussy, which he rubbed and penetrated with such skill, I felt lucky to have such a skilled touch-lover.

I came on this unknown man's hand. It was the first orgasm I ever had besides those I had given myself.

Soon after, at my usual stop, I got off and walked to school. Behind a tree, I pulled my knickers back on.

But later, in the loo, I pulled them down again and worked myself off.

***

Okay, now I've told the story, I wonder whether I should post this? I've stripped off my T-shirt and am sitting here naked in front of the window, only none of my colleagues can see me because I am blocked by the computer, and I am so slim I fit within its frame.

But my pussy is very wet and my nipples are hard. I am touching myself. If I publish this story, you will all know my secret, or at least one of my secrets.

Oh God. There is the guy I am really fantasizing about. He is such a big man, very tall and strong -- the executive director of this non-profit. He is wearing a T-shirt and shorts and he has long legs. Nice legs. My fantasy is to be spanked by him.

Oops. He sees me. He is waving to me to come out and join the group. They are about to go for a hike along the beach. I think I'm going to stand up and wave back. When I do he will see my naked breasts. Okay here I go.

Oh God, this feels wicked. I'm about to cross a new threshold.

I love the look in his eyes as I wave and then glance down, pretending to be surprised that he has seen me naked. I quickly cover up and turn around and disappear from his view.

Now I have flashed him, I quickly don a pair of shorts and a tank top and flip-flops. It's time to hit the beach! 



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 06



Alicia, once again here, continuing from Part 5, this time with my husband's full blessing. 

***

Bob and three others were waiting for me as I emerged from the guesthouse. One other guy, Terry, and two girls, Betsy and Kate.

As we walk along the shore it's obvious that Terry and Betsy are into each other. They are walking ahead and I catch myself looking at Terry's butt -- he's wearing shorts. I wonder what he looks like without his shorts. God I am in a nasty mood.

Betsy is short but has a nice figure. She swings her hips freely in a way I could never do. No matter how hard I try I am a prim and proper British girl, at heart.

As we reach a good picnic area I marvel at how empty this portion of the beach is -- we have it more or less to ourselves with just the occasional hiker or jogger passing by. The waves lap the shore quietly and there's a gentle breeze.

We lay out our towels and then Bob breaks out some weed. We all lay back and smoke it; soon my head is spinning and I feel super relaxed. Dope has that affect on me.

As he strips off his shirt I marvel at his muscled, hairy torso. Bob has the reputation of a womanizer but he has always treated me respectfully. Is it because I am married? Or because I am not sexy enough? I often get paranoid when I am stoned.

The weed is having quite an effect on the others too. Betsy pulls off her shirt and lies back topless. God, she has breasts to die for -- perfectly proportioned for her small body, her nipples standing at attention, and (no doubt) craving Terry's touch.

Terry stands up, strips off his shorts, yells a war whoop and runs into the surf. I see he is well hung and definitely has a cute butt. Betsy is up and after him forthright.

As they bounce around in the surf, laughing and crashing into one another, Kate gets up and moves down the beach a ways, next to a large log that prevents me from seeing her clearly. But I think I see her pull her shirt over her head before she lies down on her back.

I haven't described Kate yet -- she is a tall, willowy blond, the kind men die for. She's also a bit remote, hard to read. She seems pretty much on her own planet, not very accessible but also good-hearted in her work commitments. I bet her breasts are amazing, and it surprises me that I am feeling competitive with Betsy and Kate. It definitely must be the dope.

Bob and me are alone for now. I feel his eyes on my body as I lie back and try to think what I want to do next. I know I want him to find me sexy; I feel devilishly playful. I think I'd like to somehow innocently make him get a hard-on for me.

What comes to my mind is a conversation I had with Davey the other night after a few drinks. We were lying in our living room, the lights low, the curtains open and he was reaching under my shirt, caressing my breasts. I love it when he does that.

A tingling had started between my legs as he spoke quietly; I felt his warm breath on my ear.

"Ali, does this feel good?"

"Yes."

"What feels good?"

"Your hands on my bare naked tits, you dope."

"Tell me other things -- tell me some fantasies you have."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"Sexual. Are you an exhibitionist sometimes."

I just reached over and squeezed his arm. This was one of our agreed-upon ways for me to indicate that my answer was "yes" without having to say the word. I liked maintaining this small layer of modesty and the ambiguity it afforded me. Plus I don't know if I am a real exhibitionist yet.

"Would you like other men to see your breasts sometimes?"

I squeezed his arm.

"Strangers."

I squeezed again.

He didn't say anything for a while but now he was fumbling with the snap on my shorts, unzipping them, lifting me up and sliding them down my legs. Now I was naked from the waist down and the Asian nurse across the street, I knew from the way his urgency conveyed, was probably observing everything we were doing.

"What about women, would you like them to see you naked?"

"Maybe," I replied.

"Okay, how about friends."

"I don't know," I faltered.

"What if you could arrange to be accidentally by a friend you found attractive?"

"Maybe," I said tentatively.

"What about that guy Bob, who -- don't contradict me -- I know you find attractive, and who you're going to spend next weekend with?"

I kind of shuddered and didn't reply.

"Okay, what if I said it is fine with me for you to have this fantasy -- that I want you to have it? Alicia, I want you to tell me you want Bob to see your naked breasts, and you want to figure out a way to make it seem accidental."

"Okay," I breathed, squeezing his arm. "I would like that to happen, D."

There was silence for a while as he lifted my T-shirt up to my neck and exposed my bare breasts, nipples hardened, to our neighbor, maybe others, I didn't know. I kept my eyes shut and just went with the feelings suggested by this fantasy, which were delicious.

Davey started caressing my pussy lips, then my clit. Now I had become seriously wet and I started feeling the early waves of what would hopefully be a giant orgasm forming.

"I know Bob is a big hiker, and outdoors guy, and that he loves women. Everyone knows that, right?"

I said yes.

"Maybe you can find a way to flash him."

I squeezed his arm. His masturbating was starting to accelerate. I raised my hips to greet his insistent fingers. My pussy swelled. 

"How would it feel for Bob to see your tits?"

"Go-o-od."

With this he suddenly turned me over and spanked my bare bum. I cried out.

"Good girl," he said, "That is a good answer. But you are a very bad girl aren't you?"

"I...don't...know what I am..."

We settled back into our original position and he kept rubbing me and asking me things. To tell the truth my head was swimming and I wasn't listening carefully but here's where I think this conversation went.

"How about you go on a hike with him down the beach, smoke some of that weed he always have, and find a way to flash him? Do you want to do that, Ali?"

I squeezed his arm.

"Imagine Bob staring at your lovely bare breasts, sweetie, does that turn you on?

I squeezed his arm.

By now I realized David had his dick out and was stroking it with his other hand. Clearly I was turning on my man by admitting this fantasy to him.

"Do you want Bob's big cock to get hard when he looks at you?"

This time I reached over and grabbed Davey's dick. This was our signal for 'I *really* want that to happen.'

"Ahhh," I heard him groan as I confirmed for him this fantasy that we both so obviously shared. Davey had told me many times that he knew Bob liked me, and wanted to fuck me.

The idea just blows me away, takes me over the top, whenever I imagine it actually happening. I think I have masturbated 50 times about the prospect.

"Ali, how would you like to take your shirt off in front of Bob?"

I just masturbated him harder and he did the same for me.

"What if you saw Bob's dick get hard when you did this?"

I just moaned and rubbed him harder still.

"What if I order you to do this this weekend -- let Bob see your breasts on the retreat? Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," heard myself moan.

With this Davey turned me over and spanked my bottom red. "You are a very bad, bad girl, Alicia." My pussy was swollen and wet as I imagined this scenario actually taking place -- Bob seeing my bare breasts and his cock getting hard.

Plus I knew the chance to live this out was imminent.

"Okay you have my permission, but you will tell me every detail that happens and you will get another spanking afterwards."

"Yes, Davey" -- I felt the words escape my breath, just as his swollen cock entered my pussy and we both raced to a massive climax.

***

Three days later here I am alone with Bob on a secluded beach.

"It's so pretty here," I hear my mouth say the words, silly words.

"Especially since you are here," is his reply.

I close my eyes and soon I feel his breath as he moves closer to me.

"Alicia?"

"Yes"

"The sun is so bright and you are so pale. Don't you think you need some sunscreen?"

"Oh, okay, you are right."

I sit up and start to apply some of the cream, when he stops me by placing his hand on my arm.

"Please, allow me."

I turn over and soon feel his strong hands as he creams my arms one by one, and my shoulders. My tank top leaves plenty of skin on my back for him to caress and he does so expertly.

"Thank you," I hear myself say.

Then he turns his attention to my legs, beneath my shorts. He caresses each leg lovingly, reaching bit scandalously under the edges to work up my thighs to the very edge of my bum.

God that feels good. Please keep going, I am feeling, but not saying it out loud.

At that point he starts to lift my tank top up to expose my bare back. "You know," he is saying, "I've read the UV rays goes right throughout a shirt like this. I think we better protect your back."

I lift up and he boldly strips the shirt right over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up, albeit with my quivering breasts crushed naked beneath me.

My heart starts racing. Where is Bob going to take this?

As his hands dig into my back and shoulders, I relax. Something about his touch makes me trust him. Maybe he really is trying to protect me from skin cancer and not trying to seduce me.

He is an environmentalist, after all. 

But another part of me wants to be seduced right now and right here.

That would be my pussy, now getting wet, swollen and hopeful.

Betsy and Terry come running back to our sides, excited and thrilled by their time in the surf. I watch as he carefully dries her body and she dries his. I like the way his cock hangs semi-limp -- it is big and pretty. And I really like his butt. They seem to barely take notice that Bob is caressing me.

Bob keeps gently rubbing me as Betsy strips off her bikini bottoms and asks Terry to give her the sunscreen much as Bob is giving to me.

Terry spreads his legs to hover over her bare back and starts caressing her back, and as he does so he gets an enormous erection pointed straight at her very willing and fetching bottom.

At this moment, stoned out of my mind, I for the very first time think I comprehend what it must be like to be a man. To have a hard-wired system so attuned to the nuances of the female body, an overwhelming urge to recreate, and this fat organ between your legs that springs to life whenever you know you might have a chance. 

And to know that she wants it as badly as you do must be heavenly.

Being a woman, I suddenly felt like a shameless flirt, but I also did not want any of these moments to end, because I was slowly rising toward the place Betsy was going -- tempting the man hovering over me to stick his fat cock into my pussy or my ass or my mouth -- any of my openings.

As I watched Terry massage Betsy, Bob's massage of me changed, as he circled closer and closer along my sides toward my breasts. I knew what he wanted so I shifted ever so slightly, raising my head and my arms to rest in a way that would give him access.

Soon he reached under me, and was holding, caressing, and massaging my very bare white breasts. That he did this so lovingly only accelerated my excitement. I wanted his hands on my tits and they were. God this feels good!

Meanwhile, our totally bare-naked colleagues were standing up and taking their show off of the open beach. Holding hands and kissing, they disappeared over a small sand dune nearby. No need to image what they will do next.

I turn my attention to Bob.

"What about you? UV doesn't only affect women, you know."

"You're right. Would you?"

With that he stood up and lay back down next to me on his stomach.

Wow, this is a big man, I thought to myself. I started at his shoulders, muscular and rippled. 

My hands felt very small and my muscles inadequate to massage this man. I wondered how all those little Asian women do it?

After all, they are smaller than me, and Western men love to go to them. How do they handle these situations?

Suddenly I remembered the other Alicia, the Asian nurse who by watching Davey and me fucking in our living room helped trigger this whole series of episodes, of which this one (part 6) is the first to mention her in a while.

I know her, something Davey doesn't know, and her story remains untold here, for now.

Then I remember later waking up on the freeway, completely naked and exposed, Davey fingering me while other drivers watched, and feeling like a wicked whore.

I knew about the others, many now who had seen my body. But still, though they had seen me, none had fucked me.

Bob will be fucking me, I told myself. My hands turned to his legs and under his shorts to his lovely ass. I was wondering what his fantasies were. I soon found out.

As I caressed his bottom it became obvious that he had an erection that needed to be freed. I told him to turn over and my mouth fell wide open -- there pressing up and out of his shorts was the longest, thickest cock I had ever seen, not that I had seen more than a handful (literally) of penises.

"Uh oh," I said, and in an instant, and he sat up, covered his middle with his shirt, and apologized to me.

"Oh God, Alicia, I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just the weed, that you are so lovely, I liked touching you and having you touch me, and I got carried away. Please forgive me."

I saw his gaze fall away from my bare breasts (I'd forgotten to put my top back on), and in a flash his erection was wilting, and I felt like a royal prude.

"I've gotta cool off," he said as he walked down into the ocean.

As he did so I reshaped my bikini top back on, recovering my own modesty, and felt like I'd somehow interrupted my fantasy out of -- what -- some sense of inadequacy? Why can't I just live in this moment? After all, my husband has given me permission and it almost happened; it almost came true.

Then came the low point. As Bob re-emerged from the surf, he did not return to my side but he went up the beach to where Kate was lying topless. As I said, unlike me, Kate is what I imagine is every man's fantasy. She is long and lean and curvy and blond -- she always seems just out of reach.

She's a California Girl with brains. She is super smart but emotionally remote. Clothes seem to be made for her. The light seems to be made for her. Even this moment, my moment of total failure, seems made for lovely Kate.

Bob kneels down on the other side of the log where she is lying and disappears from my view. Great. Now I am stuck with my imagination, not a good thing in this case, because it tells me because I somehow rebuffed him he is now going to do his womanizing with her, the damn bitch.

Suddenly I felt so alone and wished Davey was here with me.

But he wasn't so I got up, went down to the water's edge and took a short swim. When I got out I meandered down the beach until I was in a position where I could see their legs -- Bob's and Kate's. I had expected to see a big fucking taking place but what I actually say surprised me.

He was sitting a few feet away from her, clothed, and she was covered up too. They were just -- talking.

No sex, no voyeurism here.

Feeling ashamed, I quickly retreated to my towel, and then decided to hike up to the dunes. As I topped the first dune, and scratched away the dune grass from my ankles, I heard the moaning.

Oh Christ, what is this now?

Then I saw them -- Betsy and Terry.

Both were naked, she on top, pumping her body up and down on his erect cock.

I ducked down, hoping he hadn't seen me peeping, and kept watching more discreetly from behind a bush.

Wow, she is good, I was thinking. There she is, her hair flying in the wind, her breasts dancing, her lovely bottom bouncing and her wet pussy stroking him this way and that way. It was mesmerizing.

As I watched them, I forgot where I was again, and started reaching down to stroke my own pussy, which was once again swelling and wetting. If you are not a woman, reading these words, you don't know what I mean when I say having gotten aroused without a climax creates a situation that if you soon after get re-aroused, and puts you in a very serious danger zone.

I was now entering that danger zone. I felt my hands unsnapping my top and stripping it off. I felt those hands throwing it far behind me. I felt those same hands, alien hands, pulling down my bottoms and tossing them away, albeit a bit closer to my location.

So now I am what men call "buck naked," stroking myself watching Terry being fucked by Betsy.

And suddenly someone is behind me. It is Bob.

He grabs me in a forceful way I have never been grabbed before. It is primal. Soon he is standing up on the top of this dune, with me wrapped around him, both of us naked.

I find that my arms are around his back, my legs are around his waist, we are kissing, and his giant cock is soon going to be buried in my pussy.

Oh God, what have I done?

This time, I don't resist. I let Bob in. It hurts a little at first, he is so big, but soon I have as much of his penis in as can fit and his strong hands are caressing my bottom while mine are caressing his shoulders.

He fucks me forcefully but gently, somehow at the same time. We are in complete view. I am aware that Betsy and Terry are watching us and -- oh-oh, so is Kate. And someone else -- a man on the beach not far behind Kate -- someone strangely familiar.

I'm not going to stop, I decide. I close my eyes to everyone and just...fuck Bob.

It doesn't take long; we're both too excited. As his cream explodes into my vagina I slide in and out, in and out, in and out, feeling an almost primal scream escape my lips.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps gently moving me up and down on his cock. He wants me to have an orgasm!

I feel it building and building and I so want to go there. Here I go. Here I go!

As my juices pour all over Bob's lovely cock, he squeezes me against his chest, flattening my breasts. His hands are massaging my naked bottom. I'm panting against him.

As I open my eyes I look straight over Bob's shoulder into a face -- my husband's. He is smiling. He has an arm around Kate, who is naked. As I watch she reaches over and pulls down Davey's shorts, and begins to suck on his huge erection.



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 07



It was several weeks after I watched Alicia fuck Bob on the beach and she watched me fuck Kate there before we forgave each other. I'd been drunk at the time and she had been stoned. 

We both realized we'd let our fantasies run away with themselves, and if we kept doing so, our life together would be doomed.

Why? Because we are both in our own ways control freaks.

And even though we'd told each other most our deepest fantasies and most of our secrets, and we'd even lived out a bunch of almost impossible fantasies, somehow we knew we'd crossed a threshold, from which there might not be any coming back.

Although I'd given Alicia permission to flash and seduce Bob I never honestly thought she would do that. No one who knew her would have predicted it. And that's what turned on her co-worker, Kate, so much. 

As I came up on her, and them, on the remote beach, she stripped off her bikini and started masturbating, watching naked Alicia making love with big Bob.

She recognized me, from office parties, put a finger to her gorgeous lips, and did nothing to cover herself. What I saw was a perfectly formed tall blond with amazing legs and hips. As I reached her side I also saw she has perfect breasts, quite large and firm, and a swollen, purple pussy.

The rest is history. She fucked me as Alicia watched, open-mouthed. So did Bob, Terry and Betsy.

Wow what an audience.

Afterwards, all six if us sat around in a circle, naked, smoked some weed, and agreed to keep this whole incident secret, for the good of the non-profit. Obviously, I've broken that agreement here, but since this is anonymous, no one but one of the participants would know the truth of that day if they read it here.

When we got home I did not give Alicia the punishment she so richly deserved. I did not spank her bare bottom.

Instead I got drunk and ignored her.

I did that the next night and the next. What she did on those nights I have no idea, because I was blitzed out of my mind, but she mainly was probably at her nursing classes.

One night I finally decided to reach out. I didn't get drunk. We talked. As we did, reviewing what had happened, her face reddened and I started to sense for the first time how angry she truly was with me.

I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans as she dragged me into the living room, sat down in a chair, and pulled me across her lap. She was wearing a short skirt and it had ridden up to the top of her bare thighs.

She reached under me, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down in one sweet stroke.

"Alicia is watching us," she snapped at me.

"I know you are watching..." I panted.

"Not me, you idiot, her."

I glanced up to see the Asian nurse across the street who had witnessed so many of our exhibitionist episodes. She was a major fantasy character in my mind. But how did Alicia know her name?

"She's in my nursing class, you idiot. She's Filipina, very sweet and very sexy."

I saw my Alicia give our mutual Alicia a signal.

Then I felt the first of twenty hard spanks land on my bare naked bottom. I was being spanked by my wife in front of another woman – probably a bigger fantasy than fucking Kate, which was amazing all by itself, but didn't last all that long.

After my spanking I just lay there, and in a minute or so, heard a soft knocking at the door. Alicia pushed me to the floor and let Alicia the nurse into our apartment. I quickly pulled up my pants, embarrassed.

Little Alicia walked straight up to me, looked over at my wife, and said in the softest voice I've ever heard, "David, let me apply some cream to your bottom. It must hurt."

I lay down on the cushion near the window where I had shown her myself so many times and exposed my bottom to her view once again. Soon I felt the nicest hands I have ever felt gently, ever so gently caressing my bottom. She rubbed the cream in softly but firmly, over and over again, finally into my crack and then, inserted a creamy finger into my anus.

Again and again she finger fucked me and I started moaning in response.

She ordered me politely to turn over and of course I had an erection. Now she started creaming my naked cock.

"How can this be happening?" I thought to myself.

After a bit she stopped and I opened my eyes to the most amazing sight of my life. Both Alicias had undressed and were caressing each other, in front of our open living rom window.

My wife's familiar, beautiful body was pulsing with sexual energy. Little brown Alicia's bare body was more passive but responsive. Her breasts and bottom were white, almost like she had a suntan. Her tiny nipples were hard and her buttocks perfectly round like half-moons.

As the two women kissed, touched and rubbed each other, I started to masturbate. This was a larger fantasy than I had ever realized I even had. To watch my wife with another woman.

I flashed back to fucking Cassie and then Alicia on the tiny beach. That time it was two women and one man and the man – me—had sex. This time it was two women and one man again – but they were having sex and I was the watcher.

They lay down and assumed the 69 position. Alicia's mouth was on Alicia's wet pussy and Alicia's mouth was on Alicia's wet pussy. A pretty white girl and a pretty brown girl.

The brown girl was on top. I moved over to them, stroking my hard penis and pushed myself within an inch of Alicia's bottom. I grabbed the bottle of lotion she had used to finger fuck my ass and squirted it over her rectum. As I did so I saw her bottom clench and release. She and Alicia, my wife. were sucking each other towards heaven and I was about to ass-fuck my first Asian girlfriend.

As my cock slid into her tiny, tight asshole, Filipina Alicia stopped sucking and screamed out loud. I just pushed in harder and started revenging my spanking.

Alicia soon resumed her sucking.

I feel my wife Alicia's hand come up behind Alicia's bottom and spread her ass cheeks, helping me go deeper.

Whose fantasy are we living out now? Alicia spanks each cheek even as I am pouring my load of white creamy semen deep into the Asian nurse's ass.

I don't know which of them climaxed first but they both clearly did because I felt both of their naked bodies shudder and jerk over and over. Soon we all just lay back, naked on the mattress, catching our breath, wondering what will happen next.



My Modest Wife, The Exhibitionist Ch. 08



Although our marriage was doomed -- or maybe because it was -- Alicia and I started having extremely intense sexual intercourse. 

A girlfriend later told me it was "breakup sex," the kind you only experience when you know it will soon be coming to an end.

Maybe I should describe my wife to you again, as I saw her in those final weeks and months.

She is a lovely woman, about 5'6" tall and maybe 120 lbs. She has light brown hair and blue eyes. She is both slender and athletic and over all the years I have known her, an extremely modest person in all senses.

When it came to our sex life, I felt she was inhibited and somehow I took it as my job to loosen her up. Maybe that is a problem with inter-cultural marriages, of which I've now had a few.

I met Alicia at a company where we both worked. The first time I ever saw her was at a copy machine, from the back. I immediately noticed her slender frame, her long dark hair and her tiny round bottom.

It was love at first sight. When she turned around, twisted her face into those impossible expressions only the British can achieve, and spoke, I was smitten.

A few weeks later we were having amazing sex in my office, with the blinds closed, late at night when no one else was there.

Life with Alicia was like living with an onion, albeit a very pretty onion. Peeling the layers took persistence, something I'm graced with possessing.

Seducing her over and over took persistence too; she never professed to wanting sex, she always made me work for it.

That, in the end, was our undoing. I wanted sex so much more than she did, and almost every one of my GFs since.

Anyway, back to the story.

By now she had slept with Bob and I had slept with Cassie and fucked the other Alicia in the butt. So we were more or less even.

One day we both had off work we went up to the roof of our apartment and had a picnic. Alicia was wearing a blouse, jeans and sandals. I was wearing a pair of old shorts.

Our picnic was a bottle of red wine, bread, a chunk of cheese, crackers, an orange, and a cucumber.

As I opened and cut our food with a jack knife, Alicia lay back on the towel we had brought with us. I marveled at her slender body. The way her small breasts pushed up against her shirt and the way her long legs spread out below. I longed to touch her, expose her and fuck her.

I realized I wanted to stick the cucumber into her naked pussy.

It's just male stuff. This is how we are wired. But it also is control stuff, as my shrink would tell you. I loved her and also loved possessing her and I also wanted to let her go.

Why? Because I met her replacement. A tiny Chinese woman where I worked now. Fucking her was a heaven I'd never before experienced. My cock was so giant compared to her pussy she screamed over and over as I did her.

Alicia knew none of this or maybe she did. By now I was so far gone who knows who knew what or why.

Yet I still loved and desired my wife. And I wanted to put that cucumber into her pussy.

On the roof, after we'd eaten and drank, she lay back and I started my moves. I knew that many people in the park across the street and just to the left of the hospital where our friend, Alicia, worked, many sunbathers and hikers could see us.

After all, I'd been watching them for two years, since we moved in here on Haight Street. I'd watched through binoculars, as they kissed and touched and sometimes masturbated, even fucked.

Now I start touching my Alicia. I lift up her blouse and she doesn't resist. As I lift it over her head and undo her bra, she relaxes contently. Now her bare naked pert white breasts are open to the air and I start caressing them, one nipple at a time.

I know we have watchers and I know they are getting turned on.

I twist her nipples, because nurse Alicia explained to me this helps women with their contractions when they give birth and helps them achieve orgasms when they are not.

As I cup and stroke and twist her tiny nipples and breasts, Alicia lifts her bottom all the way up off of the towel. I switch my attention to her lower half and strip off her jeans and panties.

Her pussy is so wet it seems like it is pulsing to be touched.

Before I do so I slip the cucumber into her and she screams with delight. I let the cucumber fuck her for a while.

Then I stand up, strip off my shorts and point my hard dick straight at her willing pussy.

"Ali, people are watching us, do you know?"

She squeezes my elbow.

"Men and women see you are bare naked."

She squeezes me again.

"They see my cock is hard and about to enter you, baby."

With this, she shoves me off of her, stands up and waves at the park, and dances around in a circle, bare-naked. I notice the way her bottom jiggles as she lays back down, opens her legs wide, and orders me, "Fuck me, David."

I obey her orders.