Part Four – The Wife

After my husband and I had what we call Our Flirting Adventure and our friends call The Making of A Hot Wife, we researched the subject at home. We concluded that I am an exhibitionist. He is a voyeur. Hot Wife? Maybe. We haven't decided. But maybe. And he does not understand what exactly a cuckold is. He is more like a Stag if anything.

And now my sister has given me a Shirtdress. It is styled after an old-fashioned man's white dress shirt, with French cuffs and cufflinks. Unlike a man's shirt, it buttons like a woman's shirt. The bottom behind the buttons is stitched closed from the hem to just below the navel. The hem is like the man's shirt. Long in front and back, short on the sides. It hangs two inches below my crotch and sweeps up the sides to my hipbone. From just below the breast up to the collar, the buttonholes are a tad, just a tad, too big for the buttons, if my big breasts move around much at all, they tend just accidentally to pop open. I know, I know. It tends to be embarrassing. (smile)

Our new friends gave me a gold necklace with the words HOT WIFE with the face of the letters in Black Porcelain. Seriously? Where could I possibly wear that? And I got a T-Shirt with the words CUM BUCKET on it in huge bold letters. I gave it to my sister. (smile) I'm sure that she gave it away as well. I am an Exhibitionist, not a slut. I might decide to enjoy other men sexually someday, but I will never be their sex toy. If I ever do continue to have sex with other men, it will be for my husband's and my mutual enjoyment, or not at all.

That said, as our personal sex life has become more of a natural part of our lives, our mutual state of horniness has skyrocketed. The new shirtdress my sister has given me gives us hours of pleasure, exposing my body, quite by accident, in the most innocent ways that we can think of. I have decided not to wear a bra or panties except where necessary. I bought a sheer thong, the exact color of my skin, to slip on quickly if needed. Be prepared when flashing, ya know.

The other day, it was so frustrating. I had both hands full, and the box I was carrying caught my blouse and pulled it open, exposing my whole breast in front of all of those other shoppers. A nice, helpful woman came over and rebuttoned everything for me. Nice lady. If I had been wearing my new shirt dress, both breasts would have been on full display. I know, I know. Any other woman would have handed the box to the nearest person to hold so they could rebutton their blouse. But silly me, I couldn't think of anything to do but say help me, which got everyone to look at me. Oh my.

My mom talks about when you went into shoe stores and a salesperson measured your feet and then put endless selections of shoes on your feet. She said shoe stores were paradise for foot fetish and peepers of up skirts. I believe that an exhibitionist would enjoy going out and trying on shoes all day. Especially with today's shorter skirts. I know I love getting a pedicure for the same reason. Where else can a woman go to innocently have a stranger's face that close to her open legs exposing her pussy?

The exhibitionist lifestyle gives you endless opportunities to expose yourself or have your partner accidentally expose part of you.

Inviting guests over to our house is always fun. Our living room has comfy chairs arranged so I can sit on the edge of a barstool at the breakfast bar near the kitchen and easily flash anyone I want. Quite by accident, usually. Of course, there is this one hot man that I love to just boldly sit with my vagina staring right at him for long periods. All while acting like I have no idea that he can see anything. He is very married and completely faithful to his wife. He never says anything and tries hard not to look. But still, I give him a nice hard-on. I hope his wife is grateful and fucks his brains out.

We also have a curving staircase from our living room to upstairs and towards our bedroom. The stairs only have treads, a floating staircase with curved railings over and under clear curved panels of glass. Walking up or down, or standing up there casually talking to guests in our living room, always gives everyone who looks up a clear view between my legs. The married man never looks up. His wife takes in every detail. I think that she will love licking my clit someday. I fantasize about having her husband fill my vagina with cum, then her licking it out and swallowing it. Anything can become a reality. Right?

Sitting at a bar or table where I can pretend that since I can not see my legs, other people can't either is a fun way to flash in bars and restaurants. A lot of women seem to do it. I often wonder how many are flashing and how many are unaware of their exposure. I know that I do enjoy flashing. There is just something exciting about letting someone see my vagina. I do have a really pretty one. It seems a shame to hide it. Right? Nice legs, nice ass too.

Today, I was wearing my shirtdress while out walking our dog with my husband. Having the dog along always gives me lots of Exhibitionist opportunities anytime I want them. So I bend over, squat, let my buttons pop open, jump, run around, and just act carefree. We came across this handsome older man sitting on a bench just as a young woman and her friend stopped us to talk with us about our dog. The friend was excited as she always wanted a dog. She asked if she could pet him.

Ignoring that the man was only three feet away, I bent over and petted my dog, encouraging the friend to do the same. Looking up, I could see the woman looking over my shoulder, face in a shocked, but happy fascination. She was watching the man's facial expressions while he looked right at my bare butt, stuck practically right in front of his face. I did the only reasonable thing. I stepped sideways with one foot and leaned forward to give my dog a little hug, telling the friend that she could hug him, too. She was so thrilled with being able to hug my dog that she was completely unaware of anything else. My husband is catching it all on his phone. It was an adorable, innocent encounter.

When I stood up, all four of us walked along together, the friend with her arm around our dog every time we stopped for a moment. The woman seemed a very happy person and was talking about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful dog and hot husband in my life. Just as I was beginning to think that she may be hinting about wanting to share my husband for a few hours of Afternoon Delight, she mentioned that the man who saw my naked bottom was following us and taking videos of me walking.

I responded by squatting down and hugging my dog, turning as I stood up to face her again, my silly buttons popped all the way open. The breeze caught my shirt dress and pulled it off my right shoulder almost down to my elbow. Thankfully (smile, wink), my husband was there to rescue me and held up my shirtdress so I could rebutton it. The woman giggled with happy delight and said,

"Oh my god! You did that on purpose, didn't you? Oh God, I wish that I had the guts to do that!"

The older man following us smiled enthusiastically and gave my husband the Thumbs Up. I do believe that he enjoyed what he was seeing. As we all later sat talking, while her friend played with our dog, Henry, the older man, and Julia, our new friend both made it clear, without actually coming out and saying the words, that they wanted to fuck me. So my ever so-helpful husband took both of their phone numbers. The two of them expressed the desire to see my breasts once more, so I opened my buttons almost enough for my nipples to show, and then we stood up and started to walk off, saying our goodbyes. She stepped forward and, hugging me, slid her hand under my clothing, over my breast, and then gave it a soft squeeze.

"Sorry. Your breasts are so beautiful, and I have always wanted to touch another woman's bare breast. Sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

What could I say? I just gave her a kiss and a smile and told her that we would call her tonight, and then I gave Henry a finger wave and a sexy smile before we took our dog off towards our car.

On the way home, we talked about our new friends. The man quite obviously had a strong desire to fuck me and didn't care that my husband knew it. The married woman Julia had expressed herself as both a closet bi-sexual and a closet exhibitionist. Her husband had no clue.

My husband, the more we talked about them, became more and more excited about watching me sexually dominate them. Now, I have never wanted to be dominated by anything. Especially anything sexual. My sexual experiences have always been mutual. I don't even know how to dominate anyone sexually. But I was intrigued by the idea of watching my husband watching me having some delightful sex with them. The idea was growing on me.

That evening, I called Julia. Her husband was growling in the background like a jealous, insecure fool,

"Who the fuck are you talking to? Are you seeing someone?"

He grabbed the phone away from her and angrily said,

"Who the FUCK is this!"

In my sweetest voice, I replied,

"Who the fuck are you? Now give her back her phone and go outside and quietly pound wet sand up your nose."

There was a long silence, then the sound of her phone being passed back to her.
I told her to tell him I was asking if he was outside yet or not. I laughed as I heard his footsteps, and then the door slammed. Not an outside door, but still a door. I don't know how she could contain her laughter. I wondered how she could live with a child (oops, man) like him. I had zero respect for the idiot.

We made plans for her to get a babysitter and meet her the next day where we first met. I told her that we were going to have fun and wear a short skirt and a loose, low-cut blouse with nothing on under them. She then happily agreed on the time. She seemed excited. So very excited.

The next day, I could see a very eager exhibitionist woman begging to be born. We hugged a greeting. She was wearing a short black stretchy skirt and a white baggy sleeveless top with a V-neck and black and white flip-flops. I had on a pale yellow super short skirt in the same stretchy material as her skirt and a tiny bikini top, also in pale yellow, with bright yellow flip-flops. Perfect for strolling around the beach area. Our nipples didn't even try to hide behind the thin material. My husband stayed hidden a short way away. Both because he, after all, is a dedicated voyeur and for our protection. An exhibitionist never goes out without protection. Well, unless she is quite naive or stupid.

I had brought two large insulated containers of cold Rum and Coke to help her inhibitions just slip away. Smile. She didn't need it. She just eagerly followed my lead and did whatever I did, including squatting on the boardwalk with people all around us, people playing, others walking along talking together, everything that you would normally see on a crowded beach area during the summer. Squatting makes stretchy skirts just slide up over your ass quickly if you don't keep pulling it down. Oops.

When the Rum and Coke filled my bladder, I freely squatted wherever I was after looking for police and just peed between my feet. Surprisingly, few people seemed to notice. Soon, she peed freely, standing up, the pee loudly streaming down her legs to her bare feet. She had never peed in public before and found it almost orgasmic in its feeling.

We got hamburgers and sat cross-legged while eating on top of a wide-topped short wall. The day was perfect for the casual flashing of nobody in particular. My husband called me, telling me how horny we were making him. I told him if he would be brave enough to come here and bend her over the wall and stick his cock into her just like the man did to me at the bar, I would take him home to watch her and I make love until she had to go pick up her daughter. He asked if she was ok with this. I told him,

"Honey, she is horny from exposing herself for hours. She wants to fuck both of us. Just come here, take her hand and do it."

A few minutes later, he walked up and kissed her on the lips, told her that she looked incredibly beautiful, lifted her off of the wall, and set her on her feet. He kissed her again, turned her around, bent her over the wall, and pulled her skirt up around her waist. His cock came out of his pants hard and he quickly slid it right into her waiting vagina. Then came almost instantly (which surprised all three of us), put his penis away, and walked off like nothing had happened. I was in tears, laughing at the startled faces of those around us. We quickly left before someone called the police.

We giggled and laughed all the way to the car. Then she told me something that sobered me up. Her husband wouldn't let her take birth control pills in the mistaken belief that she couldn't cheat on him without protection. Wait, her husband only thinks husbands use condoms with their wives???

"Yes," she said.

WHO is this guy? So, I asked her when her last period was.

"A week ago, I'm probably safe."

Yeah, maybe. The thing is, my vagina reacted to the idea of my husband's sperm hiding within her womb, waiting for her egg to drop. Suddenly, strange ideas began in my head.

At home, I told her to go take a shower. Then I told my husband that I was going to join her in the shower and for him to get ready. I wanted him to quickly shower and make sure all of our bedroom cameras were turned on and ready, that I was going to make wild, passionate love to her. And after a while, I wanted him to join us. I did not tell him that she was not on the pill. That is her responsibility, not mine. I'm not her caretaker. I'm sure that she is adult enough to realize the risk and make her own decision.

I dislike her husband; I wonder how he gave her such a delightful daughter. I wondered what my husband's daughter would be like growing inside her womb. As I licked her incredibly wet vagina, still with the taste of sperm after her shower, she said,

"Ohhhh my goodness! That feels so good. I have always wondered how that would feel."

Wait! Seriously. This is 2023, and there is a husband who doesn't do this? Shit. I had always believed every non-gay man loved doing this. I hated her husband now. She deserves way better than this. Since she had never experienced this before, I decided to bring her through several earth-shaking orgasms so that she would never forget the experience. After forty-five minutes and many orgasms, my husband couldn't take it anymore. I almost had her exploding into an intense orgasm when my husband rolled her up on her knees and filled her vagina with cock.

When the time came for her to go pick up her daughter from the babysitter, she called her mom, telling her that she had a big argument with her husband and asked her mom please pick up her granddaughter and keep her with her until the dust settled. Her mom agreed without asking any questions.

Two days later, her mom took out a restraining order against her husband after he burned all of her and her daughters' things in the backyard and threatened her parents. What a jerk! He drove around the neighborhood picking fights until he finally ended up in jail.

She talked to her daughter every morning and every night on video call. Whenever my husband was home, the two of us were either fucking him or out showing off our bodies while he watched. Every weekend, we went to pick up her daughter and take her for the weekend at our mountain cabin.

It was fun to have an Exhibitionist friend. And we both dearly enjoyed her company and delighted in having her in our bed. My husband, of course, kept pressing to be able for us all to get together with those two men we had enjoyed months ago in the microbrewery. We shall see. Two hot men, two horny women, and one horny Voyeur. It could be lots of fun. And Julia didn't have to worry about pregnancy. (smile)

As we were talking about this, who should call to say that he is on his way over? Our older friend, Henry. Sweet, adorable Henry. Always ready for our mouths, as his wife will not swallow. He is sterile, but so what? He still tastes yummy.