After my last experience, my lust had subsided for a while. I was still wide open to any opportunities, but the inner need to have a new experience was, for now, satisfied. I enjoyed my new experiences, but dating wasn’t working real well. The bar pickups weren’t as fun as I hoped. Both were great, but both had some issues.  Why couldn’t people just be happy having sex with a woman who didn’t want anything more than a few orgasms?

I continued to be scantily clad whenever the kids weren’t around. Nothing that could be called out, but showing a lot of cleavage and legs. I looked forward to ordering pizza, as they always got a great view down my shirt. I even “accidentally” walked out in just a pair of panties as my husband was paying for a pizza. I screeched loud enough to make sure they saw me before running back into the bathroom. I found that even though I was exposing myself subtly, I wanted to show more.

While I was at work, a delivery guy, Frank, came in. We had always kept a friendly but not flirtatious relationship. He said something that really sparked my interest. As he was being passed by a car, the woman in the passenger seat flashed him. He jokingly mentioned that turned a bad day into a good day. We chatted a little more, and then he left.

That conversation was interesting to me for a couple different reasons. First, it reminded me how much fun it was to drive around and show off my body to strangers. Second of all, I realized I was attracted to Frank. 

I was inspired. After work the next day, I changed into the same outfit I wore over to Jay’s house for our second "date," a short miniskirt and a bra. I covered myself up in a robe and started driving around. When I was far enough away from home, off came the robe. 

I entered the freeway and started looking for big trucks to drive alongside so they could see me in my seat. The first I rode alongside kept a pretty good eye on me. The second one I passed, I got a little more daring and pulled my skirt up so he could see my panties. I continued doing this until I pulled my boob out and flicked my nipple. That guy almost drove off the road!

I figured I should head home, but then I remembered how fun it was to go through a fast food drive-through, so I ordered a drink. The young cashier was very shy when he realized all I had on was a semi-transparent bra and a short skirt. He did find the courage to stare, though. As I pulled away, I felt kind of sick because I was sure he was only sixteen or seventeen, so I decided not to do that again.

I decided a weekend early in the evening is probably not the best time for these games, so I went home.  Covered in the robe, my husband looked at me a little puzzled.  He didn’t mind so much when, at bedtime, I climbed on him and rode him hard.

As much as I enjoyed it, I still wanted to feel the excitement I used to feel. I wanted more of me to be seen, but I also wanted to make sure it was appropriate for the people seeing me.

That coming Friday, we arranged for the kids to stay at their friends’ houses. I dressed up in a tank top and had on a short skirt. We didn’t plan on doing anything but showing me off. First we had a nice dinner.

After dinner, we walked around for a while. I kept pulling my top down to show a lot of cleavage. I would occasionally stop and bend over at the hips to let anyone behind me see my panties. They were very small and bright pink. 

We eventually found ourselves in a packed bar with live music. We were enjoying the people watching. I even got my husband on the dance floor!

After a while, we found a high-top table with some stools. I sat with my legs slightly apart so it didn’t look too obvious to anyone that I was showing off my panties. As we were watching the crowd, this guy started making a beeline towards us. I spread my legs slightly farther apart and pulled my shirt down to expose more cleavage.  By the time I realized it was Frank, the delivery driver, it was too late.

Frank walked right up to our table and verified it was me. He introduced himself to my husband, who told him to join us if he wanted. He said he had to get back to his friends but stayed talking to us for a while. I kept catching him glancing at my chest that was proudly on display. At the angle he was at, I am sure he saw more than most had seen. After a while of chatting, he left to go back to his group. 

I still wanted to keep my private life away from my work life; I decided that flashing was not going to happen here. A few songs later, we decided to head home and enjoy each other for the night. I told my husband that once we were in the car, I was taking every stitch of clothing off and wouldn’t put another one on until the kids were on their way home.

He went to the bathroom, and I got up to head to the door to wait for him. As I was walking, I heard Frank yell my name, so I walked over to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and started introducing me to everyone. I put my arm around his waist without thinking and made small talk for a minute before I gave Frank a hug and said I had to leave. I felt all eyes on my butt as I gave it a little wiggle while I walked away.

I was true to my word and stripped naked as we were driving out of the parking lot. Unfortunately, we were on 2-way streets, so we couldn’t drive up next to anyone, but I still had fun putting on a show for my husband. I didn’t dress until the next afternoon when the kids were coming home.

The next time I saw Frank, he was a lot more talkative. He said I should dress at work more like I was at the bar and make everyone’s day better. I laughed and said no matter how bad his day was, I wasn’t going to flash him. He still tried every chance he saw me.

The more he delivered, the more I learned about him. He seemed like a really decent guy. He jokingly told me his day was horrible every time I saw him trying to get me to flash him. Eventually, we exchanged phone numbers, and he would call occasionally while he was on his route.

One day, he came in, and he wasn’t his normal self. I asked what was wrong, and he explained he accidentally backed into a customer's car while making a delivery. I felt bad for him, so when he came to have me sign the paperwork, I pulled my top down, exposing most of my bra. That made his day so much better and made me really horny.

Flashing him also made our conversations more personal. Our phone conversations took on a more personal note. I learned about his dating life and a few wild sexual experiences he had. After he told me the first one, he said I bet I scared you away. I told him, “That’s nothing…," and told him about a threesome I had. Eventually I spilled the whole story and told him about how my husband lets me do what I want. Things were a little awkward at first, but we kept talking.

I had this fantasy that I had been toying around with for a while. I wanted to use our new digital camera to take pictures of me in revealing clothing for my husband. I asked Frank if he would be willing to be my photographer. He didn’t hesitate to say yes and even offered up some ideas. We made plans for the coming Saturday for me to go to his house to take the pictures.

I didn’t tell my husband what I was doing because I wanted to surprise him. I secretly packed the car with a couple outfits I wanted to wear and headed out that Saturday morning. 

When I got to Frank’s house, he was very polite and gentlemanly. He allowed me to change in private. I did my hair and makeup and then dressed in my first outfit. It was a knee-length, form-fitting blue skirt with a white long-sleeve top. I let him in, and we took a few pictures.

The next one was a floor-length animal print nighty with high heels. Showed a little bit of cleavage and hung on me like a glove. After a few standing pictures, he had me lie on the floor on my side and then arch my back with the slit open all the way up my leg.

I went into the other room and changed into a black slip that I wear as a dress.  It’s a little transparent but only in direct light. I put on some high heels and came back. He was a little flustered at first but seemed at ease. He took some pictures.

I went into his bedroom again and changed into the next outfit. It was a bra and an extremely short mini skirt. When I called him into the room, he was shaking a little. I told him to relax, and he shot the pictures.

I went into his living room and changed back into the black dress. This time, when he took the picture, I pulled one side down so my boob was out. He really enjoyed taking my picture. I asked him if he was ok if I started getting more risqué with the pictures, and he never hesitated. I sat on his couch and spread my legs and started playing with myself. He took a lot of pictures from afar and close-up.

I told him to stay as I started removing my dress. He took pictures as I took the dress off. Then he started to direct me. He had me tweaking my nipples, standing completely nude, and bent over with my butt in the air.

He asked me to put the nighty on again and bend over. He came over and grabbed the hem and slowly raised it over my rear, brushing up my legs as he did so. He then had me start fingering myself as he snapped pictures. It felt so good I couldn’t help it and orgasmed!  I apologized, and he said he enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

I asked him if I could borrow a shirt from him, and I slipped it on. He took several more pictures.

I took it off and thanked him for taking the pictures. We stood there for a long time talking while I was completely nude and he was completely dressed. He offered to make me lunch; I told him I wasn’t hungry, but I didn’t mind if he made something for himself. I put his shirt over my shoulders but left it unbuttoned and followed him out of his room. We talked while he made a sandwich and ate. Then we sat on the couch together to look at the pictures. My body was hardly covered.

He hooked the camera up to the TV to show the pictures. I sat right next to him, resting my hand on his thigh as we looked at the pictures of me scantily clad, partially nude, fully nude, and me playing with my body. I was getting really turned on, and I saw he was too. Eventually I just brushed outside his crotch as I pulled my hand back.

After the last picture, I worked up enough nerve to ask him if he wanted to be in some pictures with me. He was a little hesitant because he knew I would be showing them to my husband. I said, "Let's work our way up to pictures," as I reached over and kissed him while I took off the shirt I had on. 

I pushed him back and started making out with him. His hands wandered down my back and grabbed my butt tight. I made little moans of encouragement as his hands worked down my butt and started to rub between my legs.

I sat back and started taking his clothes off. I got as far as taking his pants off before he had me lying on my back, and he was kissing my front from my mouth down to my nipples and then between my legs. Once he started kissing my clit and fingering me, I had my second orgasm of the day. I was really wet now.

I pulled him up to clean my juices off his face while I reached for his boxers to pull them down and then used my legs to get them all the way off. I quickly glanced at his dick and then grabbed it and guided him inside.

I was very wet but still had a hard time getting his head in. He must be bigger than I thought. His head went in with a plop, and the rest went in without any issue. Soon he was all the way in. I let out a moan of relief, and soon we were pumping against each other with everything we had. I felt an orgasm start to build right as he started cumming in me. I moaned, "Don't stop," and he kept pumping. I held him tight in me as he finished cumming and then ground my clit against him until my orgasm subsided. Not bad, three orgasms for me.

I held him in me with my hands on his ass. We cuddled like this for a while, and when he was soft, I let go, and he plopped out. I told him you have to get a picture of your cum dripping out of me.

We went back to his bedroom; he had me lie on his bed while he took a couple pictures. Then he told me to stick a finger in and pull it out. He got a very good picture of his cum on my finger as I pulled it out of my body.

I then got on my knees as I took him in my mouth to clean him off. He took a few pictures as I sucked him back to life. He pulled away and got one more picture of me completely nude as I lay on the ground.

I grabbed the camera and had him lie on the bed. I set the camera back on the tripod, set the timer, and quickly climbed on top, guiding him in me. We were going strong when the camera clicked. Before he came again, I took the same picture, except I reversed it with me facing the camera.  After the picture snapped, I continued grinding up against him. He loved playing with my ass and started to rub his finger against my hole. He didn’t go in but rubbed around and across. It felt so good. 

At that point, I was done taking pictures and forced myself to focus on the sex. I was enjoying riding him and found myself having another earth-shattering orgasm, which then made him cum in me for the 2nd time.

If you have read my stories, you know I love showering with a guy after we have been intimate. I grabbed his hand and led him into the shower. He loved cleaning every inch of me! I returned the favor. This time I studied his penis. It had a very thick mushroom head that was deep purple. It was very long and skinny after that. I kissed him deeply down there, up and down, and licked his testicles, but he was done for the day. We held each other and kissed under the warm water.

After we dried off, I cuddled up to him in his bed. We talked for a long time, enjoying being naked together. I learned a lot about him, and I shared a lot about me. I realized he is a great person and decided I wanted to spend more time with him, not just on my back. I asked him if he would be able to be my 2nd man.  Where I came up with that, I don’t know! I explained I love to have sex and would be willing to keep doing it often as long as he doesn’t develop feelings or think I am going to be faithful to just him.  He readily agreed, but who wouldn’t when a naked woman is asking you to fuck her often!

It came time for me to head home. I couldn’t wait to show my husband the pictures. I didn’t lead on to what I did until bedtime, when he hooked the camera up. To say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement. He saved those pictures on a card and looked at them every chance he got. He loved them.

I explained how nice Frank was and told him he was going to be my new friend. He seemed very happy with the prospect of me not having to go searching, but made me promise that I would continue some of my adventures to keep any feelings from developing with Frank. I started laughing, and he asked what I was laughing at. I explained the situation is funny: “I can have a regular fuck buddy, but my husband requires me to still have sex with random guys!”  He agreed it was weird but fun!

Frank lived a ways away, so we weren’t able to see each other as often as Chad and I did. We still made up for it with amazing sex! Eventually my husband said I could just go over there and stay the night so we could see each other more.  

I found little ways to tease Frank when he made deliveries at work. One time, I was the only one there and was standing completely nude in a camera-free area when he walked in. He almost tripped when he saw me! We kissed but decided it wasn’t worth the risk, so I quickly dressed and went about my day. That night was the first night I spent over at Frank's.