This is a story about how my 24-year-old wife started what back then she called “The Game.” We had been married for a few years, had a baby, and moved out of the city to a small farm community. Back then, things were quiet compared to Kelly's wild youth.

Kelly, or Kel as I called her, was a bit of a wild child: plenty of tales of promiscuous behavior and wild parties, as well as a very large exhibitionist streak. That was before we were married and the baby was born.

Those stories, however, are for a different day. This, is the story of how she started to get a little wild one afternoon while shopping.

She had long legs, a thin waist, and perky breasts, everything I looked for physically. She always attracted attention when we were out shopping, and she loved it. The more looks she got, the happier she was. We talked about it, and she admitted she missed being wild, though she felt that being a mother was more important.

It was late one evening, and we were on our way back from some gathering with friends across town. We had been at the river swimming and enjoying a cookout. After we headed for home, we stopped at a large grocery store to grab some dinner for the night.

After we walked around shopping for a bit, I noticed a few guys following a little behind. I hung back a bit and observed as they continued to follow Kel around the store. After a few more aisles, I texted her to let her know she was attracting attention. She sent back the devil emoji. She hinted that she wanted to show off a bit. I replied with the shrugging emoji and let her know I was going to watch from a distance.

I thought about it for a few more minutes and then sent another text telling her to have a little fun. I knew that when she took her swimsuit off, she hadn't put anything on under her jumper. I continued to watch as the guys followed her around as she shopped.

The guys kept pace with Kel one aisle over and seemed to be peeping at her through the racks. At one point, I walked past and noticed one of them had his phone out, trying to get a picture of her. I smirked to myself and then sent Kel another text letting her know what they were up to.

On the next aisle, one of the guys grabbed the other, and they both bent over to peer through the racks. I figured Kel had let something slip and they were getting an eyeful. Both of them now had their phones out and were snapping away until she moved on. I stepped around the end of the rack to see what she was doing. She was pushing the cart, and as she approached me, she asked if they had seen. I told her they must have seen something, as they had both gotten excited and taken several pictures. She smirked and moved on to the next row.

I watched from the end of the row as she opened a few more buttons and stopped in the middle of the aisle. She leaned over, letting the top of her loose jumper fall away from her perky breasts. I knew if the angle was right, the guys trailing would get a good look at her exposed flesh and hard nipples. As I walked past the two guys looking through the rack at her, I saw one of their phones. He had her left breast framed between some bags of chips. Her fully exposed tit was firm and perky on his screen, and her nipple looked hard enough to cut glass.

At the end of that row, I texted her again, telling her what a naughty girl she was and confirming that they had gotten a good picture of her "accidental" down blouse. I managed to stay close enough to the guys to see what they got pictures of, but it wasn't until the last aisle that they got the good stuff.

Kel was kneeling down, knees spread apart as if for balance. As I checked the view on one of the guys' phones, I saw that the leg hole on one side of her outfit had opened up to give them a good look at her smooth, shaved lips. I was surprised that she had let her fun go that far.

Eventually, she stood up and moved away from her peeping Toms. She finished shopping and headed to the checkout area and went out the front door. I trailed a good distance behind, texting her updates and watching the two guys as they continued to follow.

When she got to the car and put the groceries in the trunk, the guys were still watching. I texted her an update. I watched as she stood up and looked around. Seeing them, she waved, and they walked over to her. Words were exchanged, and then she went around to the driver door.

She moved to the end of the lot and got back out, standing and waiting for her admirers to catch up. When they did, they continued to chat. She had texted me to hang back for a few minutes to give her a chance to see what she could get them to admit to.

As I watched my young wife chat with the two guys, they both eventually pulled out their phones, handing them to Kel one at a time. She looked like she was flipping through their pics. After looking at each phone, she then handed them them back. She stood, toying with the buttons on her loose jumper.

I started to walk across the big parking lot as she looked around. Her motions appeared as if she was checking to see if anyone was around or if she was trying to see where I was. As I walked, she undid several more buttons on her outfit and let the fabric hang open. Both the guys had their phones up and were taking a few more pics. Before I got to her, she was all buttoned back up and waiting in the car as the two guys moved back towards the building.

During the drive home, she left her jumper unbuttoned. She toyed with her perky little breasts as she told me how hot she felt as the guys peeped on her. She explained that after they had approached her, they talked, and she thanked them for the attention. They showed her the pictures they had taken, and she sent them to herself from their phones. As a special thank you, she had unbuttoned and let them have a few really good close-up shots before they left.

Needless to say, after that day, a monster was born as she planned to continue flashing and being admired by the unsuspecting. She was an exhibitionist deep down, always had been, and always will be. I, for my part, was all for her "Game."