0 comments/ 60746 views/ 7 favorites My Sexual Awakening Ch. 1 By: Barbara I had been married for 7 years to my childhood sweetheart, aged 27, and over the worst of our financial struggles, in our own first home. Life was good in the main and my husband Des in a well paying job which meant that I could now work only part time. Our sex life, whilst very satisfactory, was becoming a little unchallenging and I guess ordinary. I took up reading and sunbathing beside our small pool in the back yard in the summer and reflected on the past weeks activity. While cleaning up my husband's hobby room I had noticed a box of magazines tucked away in a corner of a cupboard, so I figured that when I finished my current novel, I would read these as I hadn't seen them around before. The next day was a terrific calm sunny day with the temperature well above normal, so on with my bikini and out to the pool with the magazines I went. The first two on top were of no interest as they were car show and motor cycle mags. However the next was a tattoo illustrated and piercing mag so I lay down to read. As I progressed through the contents the pages most crinkled from reading were the ones that dealt with female genital rings and bars and even locks through the clitoris and labia. The text dealt with the advantages of some of these in terms of orgasms and sexual excitement, and all of the women pictured were clean-shaven down below. Some even had jewellery, which emphasised their sex in a very erotic way. The rest of the magazines were of a similar theme and I realized that my husband was turned on to exhibitionism and pierced genitals. I must admit that I was quite turned on myself. I looked around and the only window I could see had it's curtains drawn and I knew the older couple that lived there was away on holiday, so off came the bikini and I dived into the pool and felt the cool water against my naked skin. I was more excited than ever before. I got out of the pool and picked up my bikini and went to the bathroom. playing with myself and resolving to shave myself smooth. I often go without panties in the summer when I am in the house but never totally nude before, and I did love the feeling of freedom from clothes as I put my bikini away in the bedroom. I felt really daring as I carefully shaved myself smooth. I looked in the full-length mirror when I finished and loved the results. The body was still firm and my 36c boobs weren't sagging and the nipples were still very erect as was my clitoris at this point. I decided to go back outside as I was and continue to read through the rest of the magazines whilst getting rid of the tan lines which I decided spoilt the look of my body. The next few magazines dealt with exhibitionism in various forms and I found myself rubbing my now very exposed clit as I continued to read. I poured a big helping of oil on my body and was feeling sexier than ever before. Between the sexy theme of my reading material and the sun and water on my smooth body it wasn't long before I had a terrific orgasm right out on my deck. By now I decided not to ever wear panties again and resolved to spice up my sex life with my husband by getting a piercing on my clit hood as the magazine had indicated the potential to orgasm just by walking around. I would make discrete inquiries of the piercing parlours in our area of the country. Boy was he in for a surprise! The rest of the afternoon I continued to read all the information on the subject to prepare myself for the coming event, which I was now sure would change my life. Sex was, after seven years becoming infrequent and we had indulged only last night. I decided to put my beloved to the test to see whether my new approach to life would activate his libido as it had mine. I prepared a cold salad and ham for dinner, then put on my make-up and selected one of my shorter shift dresses and awaited his homecoming. In the late afternoon the breeze was circulating through the house and although I am used to being panty-less in the house, the effects on my newly shaved pussy were very stimulating, probably due to wearing a much shorter dress than is usual when I am in this state. As I still had an hour before Des was due, I went back into the bathroom and rubbed depilatory creme over the fresh shaving and left it on for the next 20 minutes as per the instructions. I didn't want a stubble over the following days. After washing the creme off I perfumed the area and put my älmost" dress back on just as I heard a car turn into our drive. Quick check in the full-length mirror and I was ready for the usual warm greeting at the door. {Hoping a little warmer today} Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to not only Des, but a very attractive young couple as well. He was around 25 with short-cropped blonde hair and an amazing tan and such a captivating smile. She was around nineteen with a figure to die for and wearing a very small bikini top with a knee length tailored skirt carrying a box of K.F.C. Introductions followed and it was revealed that Ken and Cathy were new to town. He having been transferred from a branch of my husband's firm around 200 km from our City. The apartment they were renting was in a mess as they had no time to unpack so Des had invited them to dinner with us and a swim in our pool, to freshen them up after a hot and turbulent day of re-locating. I'll just go and get changed I stammered as I backed up leaning forward to protect my modesty. Trust Des, "No Sweetheart you look just great the way you are, Ivé always loved that little dress on you, You really look great", as he advanced to give me a hug. "Lets just eat while the takeaways are still hot and we can chat and have a few cold beers later out by the pool" I could feel myself blushing and trying desperately to think of another excuse to get to the bedroom to make myself "decent" but to no avail. The next 20 minutes or so were the most embarrassing yet strangely exhilarating time I could ever remember. I was kicking myself for selecting the shortest dress that I owned, and only normally wore with the thickest, most bombproof panties I had. Yet remembering the literature I had read only this afternoon, my situation was the most exciting thing I had ever done to now. I hoped that I was not visibly trembling as I spoke to our new friends and praying, as never before that my dress would not reveal my latest experiment in hair dressing. I could not believe the conflicts my inner-self were experiencing. The men chatted on, oblivious to my situation, so I tried to "loosen up' and go with the flow. Then, unbelievably the talk turned to hobbies and what clubs and outdoor activities there were in our city. Ken and Cathy it turns out, met one and other at a Nudist club and had both belonged since early childhood, to the largest club in the province, which was located toward our city from the town where they had lived, approximately half way. This was the reason, Ken explained, for accepting the transfer to be Des's assistant manager. Ken said he had always been interested, but because I was a little conservative, had never taken the next step to finding out where to get further information. God! I thought, if only you knew. But it made me feel a little easier in my mind. Then I spoke, ' our pool area is very private with Mr and Mrs Owens on holiday, would you like a swim before you go home?" Cathy opened her purse and withdrew the tiniest thong bikini bottoms I had ever seen and asked if she could use our bathroom to put them on, as she was not wearing anything at present, but the top. I could have kissed her right there and then as I said "snap" neither am I. The look on Des's face was a perfect mixture of shock and disbelief coupled with a very excited look in his eyes. Suddenly he realised the reason I had been so keen to change clothes when they had all arrived and why I had been walking so slowly and making sure that I followed behind our guests as we made our way into the dining area. "Why don't you go out to the pool area, while I bring out some cold drinks" I said to Des and our guests? You may swim nude if you wish or Des will show you the changing room if you are not comfortable with the privacy out there. I'll bring some towels when I come out." I was feeling a strange mixture of nerves and excitement as I watched them talking and laughing as they went outside. I could see the pool area from the kitchen window, so I could see whether to change clothes or to brazen it out by remaining in my present attire. I put the dishes into the sink just in time to see Cathy remove her top and unzip her skirt beside the pool. The men were already in the pool. As Cathy's skirt dropped over her hips I could see that she was indeed pantyless and I could see no pubic hair at all as she dived in beside her husband. I decided to stay as I was and join them right away. Carrying the beers out to the table by the pool I felt strangely liberated by not worrying if the breeze lifted my little shift dress. I put the beers and glasses down neatly on the table then turned to the pool and in one movement disrobed and joined them. I will never forget the look on Des's face as he noticed my lack of pubic hair around my genitals. He had not looked at me that way since early in our marriage and I could sense a feeling of pride and admiration as he said "well, you are full of surprises today sweetie." The next hour was among the most pleasant hours I have spent in a long time, as we swam and sat in the setting sun drying off and sipping our beers. I got to know Cathy and was sure we would remain friends for the longest time. She didn't know anybody else around our city so we resolved to visit one and other as soon as they were organised and unpacked. As our guests left, and we said our goodbye's my husband turned to me with a look of pure admiration plainly visible on his face as he locked the front door and drew the curtains in the living room and said "lets have a closer look at you now the others have left. I was worried my excitement would show before they were out of here" as he swooped me up into his arms. The next three hours or so we spent like newly-weds if you know what I mean. He seemed larger than usual and the sensations that I felt were heightened by my lack of pubic hair and my own state of extreme desires. It was like starting our sex life all over again. I gave myself to him completely and unconditionally that night as we tried different positions and even anal penetration. He simply couldn't get enough of me. I was in heaven for most of the night, especially when he gave me the best oral sex that he knew how, between erections. I lost count of the orgasms that night. We talked more openly than we ever had before, as I told him how I had decided to permanently remove my bush and never wear panties again so I would always be ready to go, as it were, whenever he got the urge. I smiled as he asked me what had made me so horny earlier on that day and I told him that I had been reading his magazines and thought I would surprise him, but didn't expect the sensations of being clean-shaven or his surprise guests. I decided not to tell him about my other resolution to get a hood piercing as well but leave that for another day. We promised each other that we would always be open to new experiences from now on and I would try to please him no matter how kinky the request, and I hoped he would reciprocate, as I may have a few fantasies of my own. TO BE CONTINUED... My Sexual Awakening Ch. 2 Well, after the most hectic night of my married life, and Des had dressed and gone off to work, as usual, my thoughts turned to the investigation of the piercing that I had now resolved to surprise my husband with as soon as possible, when the phone rang. It was my new friend Cathy. Ken had gone off to work and she was nearly finished with the moving chores and would have their apartment tidy by 10am if I would like to come on over for morning coffee and a chat before lunch. She was keen to get established in her new city and find out about work prospects and where the best shopping centre was around the town. I agreed to see her as soon as I had organised my household activities and could get out for the day, as I needed to go shopping anyway. Memories of the previous night flooded back and brought new feelings of wonderment as I recalled the mixture of embarrassment and excitement I had felt to be swimming and relaxing around our pool with complete strangers in a state of total nakedness with my previous inhibitions almost forgotten, after a lifetime of nervousness at being seen, even in a generously cut one piece swimsuit, at the beach packed with others clothed in considerably less. The best nights sex with my husband that I could remember had followed and I felt considerably more adventurous and liberated than ever. I found myself doing all my usual housework that morning as naked as a jaybird and even when I went out to the pool to get some empty glasses from the previous night I strode on out with no thoughts of covering up. The breeze on my newly shaved clitoris felt great as I slowly gathered up the glasses and gazed at my reflection in the pool. I walked slowly back into the house, as I realized that only last week, I would never have dared to venture outdoors without, at least, a bikini to cover my modesty, and a thorough check of the area that nobody was in a position to see me, even then. As I selected a modest knee length skirt and a sleeveless woollen top, I briefly considered whether to wear a full bra but decided to go without underwear altogether as the day was warm as it had been yesterday and I felt more daring than ever. Just a light makeup and I left the house to drive over to Cathy's apartment. As I parked outside the complex I noticed that the area below the stairs to the main entrance had a flower garden being tended by two men and I would have to ascend the stairs past them where they could potentially see right up my skirt as I climbed on past them. Too late for worrying now, I thought, as I approached the stairway. I blushed as I swept past them and began to ascend the stairway, keeping my legs closely together as I reached my destination. I looked back and smiled as I reached the top, but they were busily carrying on with their work and hadn't apparently noticed my lack of panties. My confidence returned as I carried on to Cathy's, congratulating myself on my very first outing without being "fully" dressed. I felt more aware of my sexuality as the air caressed my skin and I marvelled at my increasing confidence as I chatted with Cathy for the next hour or so. We had many things in common as we discussed, almost like long lost sisters, our respective interests and sipped coffee and resolved to make these visits between one and other a regular event. Cathy changed to go out to the shops with me as she had an old faded dress on while she had been making the apartment presentable earlier and hadn't had time before I had arrived. She dressed in similar clothing to mine except the skirt which I noted was considerably shorter and as she bent to retrieve her shoes from the closet I became aware of her lack of underwear and her smooth shaven pussy was clearly visible. "All set now" she said as we headed for the door. "I am really looking forward to this, my treat for lunch" as she grabbed her purse on the way out. Cathy was leading the way as we got to the stairs and the men were looking up. She appeared to be totally unconcerned as she made her way down, chatting to me in an animated fashion, as the men watched. I followed closely behind her so her body was between their gaze and my trembling form. I was in awe of her boldness and excited at the same time. I knew that those two men had just witnessed the view of a lifetime as Cathy and I carried on over to my car and drove off, but there was obviously no embarrassment on her part, I marvelled. The next three hours were spent as if we had known each other for a lifetime as we talked about our interests and of course our husbands and by the time I dropped her off at her apartment I had changed my attitude to exhibitionism quite considerably. I revelled in the looks that we had attracted from the odd "accidental" flash we had given as we toured the shops and parks around our fair city. I have to say that I was as turned on by the attention from admiring male passers by as I was by the highly charged sexual feelings that I was having with the open air caressing my now very sensitive and alive naked pussy. As I drove into our driveway I was looking for release of my sexual tensions and thought that if I could go back to my "stairway adventure" this morning I would have probably made sure those young guys were watching me as I slowly climbed up the stairs, perhaps even dropping my car keys at the halfway mark, then bending over in front of their eyes as I retrieved them. I resolved not to be so inhibited in the future as I opened my front door. Cathy certainly wouldn't have been at all nervous to have given them a real good look, I mused. Des was home earlier than usual that afternoon and he suggested that we go out for a swim, as he was very hot and sticky from his drive home. When he saw that I had been wearing no underwear under my clothes as I undressed by the pool he became quite aroused and said "I bet you're not game to go out for a drive like that" He was transfixed as I explained that I had been out most of the day and related my day's events to him. He was awestruck when I told him that Cathy was dressed similarly and where we had been. He just couldn't believe that his conservative little Barbara would be so brazen. We made love out by the pool and in the pool for the next hour. He was as excited as the previous night as he pounded away into my very receptive pussy and made it very clear to me that he couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive so we could go out together. He asked if I would wear anything he selected and go out dressed, as he thought appropriate to where he would take me. His tastes in clothing were usually less conservative than mine, but remembering the thrill of the day just previous I agreed to let him have his fun. The rest of the week was relatively uneventful but I confess that I was getting more nervous as Friday approached and I hadn't managed to wheedle out of him where we would be going or what he might consider having me wear. All manner of scenarios ran through my mind and some of the more outlandish adventures that I considered in my fevered mind on the Friday afternoon were causing more than a little anxiety and doubt in my mind that I had agreed so readily to allow him to dress me in clothing of his choice. However, I decided, I'm probably worrying for nothing. Des arrived home that night a little later than normal, and carrying a couple of parcels, which he refused to let me look at or even have a peek to see what he had bought for me. I tried to persuade him in all the usual ways but to no avail. My curiosity was almost overwhelming but I conceded to his wishes and that night he rewarded me with a hint of where he was planning to take me. We went to bed early but after only a brief lovemaking session he said we had better get some sleep as we had to be up early as we had a long way to travel. I guessed that we were going out of town for the weekend, away from where we were known, and worse, I still had no idea what was in those parcels. They we very small as I remembered. My mind was racing as I tried to imagine what Des could have been expecting me to wear. I didn't get much sleep as I debated the wisdom of my promise to allow my wonderful man to decide on what I would have to wear. I had not long been asleep when I felt a nudge from Des. I looked at the bedside clock and it was only 5am. Protesting, I went to have a shower as per his instructions, and presented myself in the lounge, dried, perfumed and hair immaculate but totally nude. He gave me a wicked grin and gave me the larger of the two parcels. I eagerly opened it, as I heard the car running in the driveway and realised that it was almost daylight outside. We have to be going soon. I was in shock when I realised that in the large parcel was a beautiful gold waist chain and a really nice pair of Roman sandals. This meant that the smaller parcel contained all the rest of what I was expected to wear. I put on the sandals and the chain and surveyed my image in the lounge mirror. Very sexy and possibly adequate attire for around our pool, I thought. Des was standing by the door with the other parcel in his hand and urging me to go out to the car. "Come on sweetheart, the longer you argue with me the more chance the neighbours will see you getting into the car " he said grimly. "remember your promise and don't make me angry or I might not give you the second parcel for even longer than I have planned." I realized that his mind was made up and that no amount of pleading or reasoning was going to sway his mind. I ran out to the car and quickly shut the door while he took ages to lock up the house and check all the windows. It was daylight by the time he got into the car and slowly drove away. A couple of early morning Joggers had passed close to our car and I had moved down in the seat as much as I possibly could but I imagine that they could see that I was topless as they had passed by waving and smiling at me sitting in our car in the driveway, so close to the road. I had been grateful that neither of them had stopped to ask if I needed any help, as it must have looked unusual to see a lady in the passenger seat, the motor running and no driver in sight. I asked Des for the second parcel as we drove off but he said "We have a long way to go yet and the view from where I sit is too nice to spoil just yet, You can recline your seat and when we get out of town a bit further I will stop and you can get the second parcel out of the back , in a more secluded area. I reclined the seat backward and before long I nodded off to sleep, the soft music of the stereo, Des's soothing touch and my lack of sleep the previous night combined to make me so drowsy that I must have slept for nearly two hours when a truck's airhorn woke me up and I realised that Des was overtaking this huge truck on a very busy freeway and the driver had a perfect view of my reclining naked form clad in only a wispy gold waist chain and sandals. I looked over and it was obvious that the trucker wasn't about to complain by the leering look on his face. I have to say it turned me on too, to know that a total stranger, who I would never see again, was enjoying a view that very few other people in my life had seen and I felt quite excited by his attention. I removed my hands from where they had automatically placed themselves when I first woke up and gave him a smile and a friendly wave. Des was not in any hurry to complete his overtaking manoever as it was a three lane freeway and he seemed to be enjoying the trucker's attention to my body as much as I very obviously was. I realized that this whole scene was totally planned by Des from the outset, so instead of being angry with him, as I probably would have been just a short week ago, I decided to give a real show as I stretched out my legs and parted them. By now the bulge in Des's shorts was growing by the second. That poor trucker couldn't keep his eyes off me as I performed before his lusting eyes. He almost ran off the road before Des accellerated away in order to prevent an accident. Des asked if I wanted to pull over to get the second parcel in the next rest area, but by now it was warm and sunny and I was feeling beautiful with my earlier discomfort at being naked almost dispelled so I said "Just as long as you don't get pulled over by the police or have an accident I'll be fine until we get off the freeway and find a less populated area to dress." Des was happy with my reply as he said "We still have a lot more mileage to cover yet. so as long as you are enjoying yourself why not give a few more shows." As we were never likely to see any of these truckers again I became quite brazen and more daring with each "show" and how those poor guys kept their rigs on the road I just don't know. The nature of our activity combined with the air conditioning directed toward my clit, {Des's suggestion} combined to keep me in a state of constant arousal. My nipples were as erect as they had ever been and my pubic area was engorged and swollen with desire as we approached each new truck and Des would slow down to match the speed of our spectators. By this time I would give them a cheery wave and a big smile as I put on my little show without any of my earlier inhibitions. Finally Des could stand it no longer and he pulled off the freeway in a deserted rest area and pulled me from the car and behind some bushes. He was as horny as I have ever seen him. His sticky fluid glistening in the sun as he pulled off his clothes and freed his raging erection. I don't believe I have ever felt so needy myself as he plunged his raging manhood into my aching pussy and proceeded to give me the longest outdoor fucking I could ever imagine. And all this with the traffic of the busy freeway only about 50meters away, although we were quite hidden behind those bushes thankfully. There was a small stream further down the bank and we used it to clean ourselves when we were finally ready to continue our journey. It was nearly lunchtime so Des gallantly went back to the car to get the second parcel and brought it to me as I lay behind the bushes drying myself off in the sun. As I was about to open it a truck pulled into the rest area and I realized to my horror that it was the first truck that I had flashed as I woke up. I looked at Des and scrambled to open my package. I was startled to realise that all it contained was a short Roman toga type garment with open sides secured by three ties and two of them were at the shoulder and one at the waist. The rest of the dress was open along the entire length of my body, making it very obvious to the casual observer that I was wearing no underwear at all and the material was thin enough to see through with the light behind me. I blushed at the thought of appearing in public dressed in this revealing little number. I now understood the reason for going out of town to an area where we weren't known by any neighbours or business associates. I slipped it on quickly now as I heard the trucker stop with a squeal of brakes and a whoosh of air, as he parked beside our car. Des was unconcerned as usual as he straightened my toga and saying to me "Don't be nervous, just follow my lead and do as I say. He probably just pulled in here for lunch and may not recognise us at all." I was just meters away from my door when he saw me and came over to congratulate me on my show that he had so enjoyed. Apparently many of these trucks were in touch with one and other by C.B. radio and he had received a running commentary on all our subsequent shows. He said that his only regret was that he didn't have a photo as proof of his encounter with us. Although he did have a camera he was unable to access it while driving. He was so persuasive that I looked at Des and he nodded approvingly. I stood by the car and posed for him in my brief toga and he snapped off two photos. The truck was in the background and blocking the view to the freeway, so I slipped off my toga and let him have a few nude shots as well, much to Des's approval. I was feeling cheeky and after all he had already seen me like this before so before I put my toga back on I placed one foot on the bonnet of our car and let him have a real photo to remember me by. My vagina was stretched open and the breeze felt exciting as I threw back my head and allowed his camera access to my most secret place for the next few moments. It was making me feel so excited standing there with my husband and a complete stranger showing myself off this way. My breasts were firm and the nipples were so hard as I slipped the toga back over my body that they were showing through the thin material like beacons. The driver couldn't thank me enough. He was raving about the best photo opportunity he had ever had and complementing me profusely about my body. I felt really beautiful and I knew Des was beaming with pride as we left the truck driver, waving and smiling like we had known him for years. Des was beside himself with excitement and pride and we chatted as we drove on to find a suitable place to have lunch. After my experiences this morning I was feeling more sexually aroused and comfortable with my body than ever and found myself looking forward to the experience of whatever Des had in store for me that day. My only regret was that we hadn't started this much earlier in our marriage and my inhibitions had been only so recently liberated. I was on top of the world and I felt sooooo Sexy. TO BE CONTINUED… My Sexual Awakening Ch. 3 Before long on the freeway Des noticed a small town turnoff that indicated a moderate sized community with a licensed restaurant beside a lake on a picturesque advertising billboard that we had seen just a short while ago at the side of the freeway. He felt it was time for lunch, as our morning spent flashing and making love had drained our energy and besides he needed a rest from driving. I don't normally have much for breakfast but because of our early departure from home, neither of us had eaten. Des was enthusiastic about the idea so we turned into the town centre. Just at the edge of town the advertised restaurant was located right in front of a very inviting stretch of lakeside with a small sandy beach with canoes for hire and even a few log cabins for accommodation. The number of cars parked out front surprised me but it was an indication of the popularity of the establishment so we decided to give the place a try. We parked up and locked the car. I suddenly had a bad case of nerves as I considered my attire might not comply with the dress code requirements. I checked to see that the ties on the side of my little toga were secure and my nipples had subsided since my modelling experience on the side of the freeway. My hunger helped to convince me that we should at least see what the reaction of the staff would be. I walked in small dainty steps so that the wind would not lift my dress and the split sides of the toga wouldn't reveal my lack of underwear too noticeably, although I had become a lot less concerned about that since my exhibitions on the highway and particularly my impromptu photography session with the nice old truck driver only twenty minutes earlier. I smiled as I remembered his astonished look as I had placed my leg on the bonnet of our car and allowed him to photograph my most intimate parts whilst standing before him completely naked. Just the thought stirred up a reaction in my tender nipples and I became aware of the light material of my dress straining to keep them in check. The wind kept blowing around my legs and around my hard little vaginal lips and at least twice on the way to the front entrance my skirt billowed up slightly and threatened to expose me in a way that I wasn't yet sure that I could handle in a crowd of mixed spectators. The thought was thrilling enough but the reality could be more than I could bear to think about. It was bad enough that as I walked through the reception area my nipples were showing very clearly and some of the older ladies present seemed to be staring at me disapprovingly and talking among themselves. The young man who asked if we would like a table near the lake and led us through the entire length of the dining area, however seemed not to notice the unusually brief toga in particular as he ushered us to the table nearest to the wide open full length doors looking out over the lake. I was feeling far more comfortable now and nearly forgot that I wasn't wearing any panties when he stood behind my chair to seat me. The back flap of my toga rode up as I sat down but he didn't show any sign that anything was amiss and I gasped as my naked bottom connected to the warm vinyl of the chair. If he really did notice he was a perfect gentleman and reassured my confidence by not saying a word about it. The material of the front flap now moulded more securely in front of my lap and I would be able to pin it between my legs and stop the wind from billowing it up. I relaxed and prepared to enjoy a leisurely luncheon and admire the view over the lake, secure in the knowledge that most of the people around us were dressed in very casual attire and would probably be finished their food before we did and leave the place not as crowded, prior to our departure. There had to be an upside to the humiliating long walk through a crowded restaurant in a state of virtual nudity. The men that I had walked past had only gazed admiringly in my direction, which gave me a sexual charge almost similar to the rest area interlude. However the looks from their female partners was hard to experience. I knew what they would have been thinking and I felt a sense of shame and yet in another sense I was proud that I had a body that they would have envied. I would say that most of the older ladies would have never experienced showing themselves to their husbands in the most private settings, thus would never understand the thrill and exhilaration or the pride to be felt in walking hand in hand with a husband who encouraged me to look this way in public. I believe that most women have a hidden streak of latent exhibitionism deep within their persona, but sadly, few have the figure or the loving support to explore their potential in the way that I was. Without Des's open enthusiasm I could never have imagined, let alone experienced, the range of emotions or the sexual awareness that I was capable of. I felt blessed to have Des actively supporting and encouraging me, and just as importantly protecting me, should anybody try to force me into a situation that every woman dreads. I love the attention and admiring glances of strange men, I always have, but I would hate to be taken by force and sexually attacked. I thought back to the rest area episode as I realised the potential for such a situation to turn really nasty without Des's support. After all, I could never have been so wanton or daring without my loving protector by my side. I would never have believed the arousal in my loins as I exhibited myself totally and so vulnerably to a complete stranger, only a few feet away. The thoughts of those actions still excited me as I realised that this would be only one of the many adventures that I would yet experience through the loving support of my wonderful husband. I gazed into his eyes, Just bursting with the love and respect that I felt toward him. At this moment, I believe that I would do anything he asked of me, without reservation and willingly. I contemplated what further adventures lay ahead of us that day, as the young waiter brought us our food and drink order. After a lovely meal and with a couple of brandy and lemonades, I needed to go for a pee. The restaurant had emptied out considerably by then, as I had hoped, but I noticed that the toilets were on a mezzanine floor not far from our table, but the stairway was open tread straight flight of steps. Worse, a mixed group of younger people were seated at a table with a perfect view of anybody climbing up the steps. I discussed my dilemma with Des as I looked, in vain, for a lower floor toilet but realising that I had no option, I rose from the table, glancing behind me to straighten my skirt and proceeded toward the stairs as if nothing was amiss. I steeled myself as I ascended the stairway, knowing that Des was probably enjoying my discomfort, but secure in the knowledge that at least he was watching over me. I could tell by the looks on the faces of two of the guys and at least one girl that they had received a real eyeful as I approached the toilet door. Strangely I didn't feel as embarrassed as I had expected, but rather, more excited and breathless, if you like. I even found myself hoping that my exposure would stimulate discussion among them and I might have a larger audience for my return journey. I stayed in the restroom, taking advantage of the washbasin to clean up my body. The cold water on my pubic area did nothing to calm down my aroused clit so I went into the stall to take care of my raging sexual needs in the only way possible. It wasn't long before a truly shattering orgasmic wave swept through my entire body. I washed myself all over again and noted with a degree of satisfaction that I was as calm and refreshed as I could be. I contemplated closing the door quietly and sneaking down the stairs in my bare feet, so as not to arouse attention to myself. However, I threw caution to the wind, let the door bang shut, and strode purposefully and boldly downstairs, not even holding down my skirt as it briefly billowed in the draught. I couldn't see the table where the young group were sitting on the way back but I was proud to be confident enough to complete the return to my seat without feeling one shred of doubt or embarrassment. I had come a long way since, just a few short days ago, when I had been plagued with insecurity visiting my good friend Cathy, in a much longer and more secure skirt and top, than I was currently clothed in. Des had already attended to the bill, in my absence, preparing to leave this lovely restaurant upon my return to the table, so I was going to be spared the necessity to resume my seat. We walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm, past the group of young people. I recognised a look of admiration and respect on all their faces, as their eyes were following us toward the door. I was comforted by this and gave them a cheery wave as we made our way past them all. I hoped that the girls could, one day experience the thrills and excitement that came with losing their inhibitions in public as I had proudly done. We unlocked and entered the car and drove along the lakeside a short way before Des turned to me with a look of pride and said "I'll bet you those young people are still talking about you even now." "I noticed that as you came downstairs, they stopped talking and watched your every move. You were just magnificent." I could not help myself. I reached over and hugged him and snuggled up alongside him, as happy as a newlywed. I felt years younger and I thanked him for the lovely meal as I told him that I would do anything to make him happy. "I feel so liberated dressed this way now, but I couldn't have believed that I would have done anything remotely like this, when we went out this morning." The next few miles we talked animatedly about our adventures, as I felt closer to Des than ever. Finally I decided to discuss my idea to have a piercing to complement my very naked and now throbbing pussy. I swear I was coming to yet another orgasm just talking about the prospect and we found a secluded spot by the lake and pulled over. Des was as enthusiastic as I was and we decided to have a swim and not travel any further today. It was a great spot with grass leading to a sandy shore and the sun was warm. My tan lines were already fading I noticed as I slipped off my shoes and pulled my toga over my head. Des quickly stripped off and we got out of the car and walked to the lakeside. There were a number of boats around and there was a lot of activity further away from us, but this particular spot was quite private and surprisingly, the water reasonably deep a short distance from shore. We could hear people in the distance enjoying themselves, as they canoed and swam in the near distance so we were not concerned to be enjoying our time together in the nude. Des had left our clothes in the car, not too far from where we were. We were so absorbed in our conversation that nothing seemed to matter, except our love for each other. We left the water and dried off in the sun for a while and then swam some more. We resolved to spend the rest of the afternoon right there and spend the night in the little town if we could find a motel or somewhere to stay. Just as we were about to get out of the water, the young group that we had seen in the restaurant earlier pulled into the picnic area in three vehicles with a canoe on top of a station wagon. The girls were dressed in very revealing swimwear, two of them in quite skimpy thongs and it looked as if they were going to have a swim too. I gasped and looked at Des. He was not worried, but said we should just stay in the water for now, and see what happened next. The first two girls that raced into the water seemed to recognise me and came over to introduce themselves. They were unconcerned to notice my nudity and apologised if they were causing us any discomfort. One of the young ladies went back to the group and conversed with the others. My brain was racing with thoughts that they may cause problems for us. I was relieved when the lads unpacked the canoe and seemed to only be interested in going for a paddle and they moved further along the beach. Des walked out of the water as though he were fully clothed and lay down to dry. I followed him and was pleasantly surprised to hear no comments about our nudity. Younger people didn't make such an issue of things like that these days, I thought. I lay down on the grass beside Des and noticed the younger people just getting on with their activities. In fact the first two girls had removed their tops and were walking around with just their brief thongs. Considerably relaxed by their demeanour, I rolled over to tan my front and so did Des. I was nearly dry now so I stood up and brushed the leaves off my bottom when one of the girls approached to speak to me. "The boys have dared us to strip off and not be so shy. Would you consider joining us in the water if I take off my gear too. I would feel more confident with you guys beside me, as I've never had the courage to undress completely before and you guys are just brilliant." She enthused. "I would be happy to lend you support, if you're sure you want to do this." I replied Without further ado she disrobed before Des's astonished eyes and followed me back into the water. He stayed where he was and feasted his eyes on two very naked women walking slowly into the water. The boys cheered wildly and before long everyone was naked and I felt that I had done some good to the young lady. She certainly won her dare and I could tell by her tan lines that she had been as conservative as I had been only a short few days ago. I would have liked to stay with them longer but if we were going to get accommodation, we would need to move ourselves back toward town fairly soon. After we dried ourselves off, we dressed and left, waving and smiling, as we pulled away, knowing that we had made many new friends and I knew that young Melissa would never be the same shy lady again. We had chatted while we dried off, after her first swim with me, and she had really enjoyed being the first of her peers to take the plunge. She told me the boys were incredulous at my body at the restaurant and were in awe of the way that I walked down the stairs showing the complete absence of underwear and so unconcerned. I had become her hero. Des found a motel with a vacancy sign and we checked in for the night. We treated ourselves to room service snacks as we were hungry again from the days activity and needed to shower and refresh ourselves to explore the town later on. It was nearly 4pm and the sun was due to set around 7:30 or so as summer evenings became longer at that time of the year. It was quite warm in the evenings, so even though Des hadn't brought any additional clothing for either of us, we would not be confined to indoors by the weather. I was looking forward to walking around and exploring this town which I had really become quite fond of. I urged Des along and we headed off into town. To Be Continued... My Sexual Awakening Ch. 4 Well, as we left the motel unit, to explore the town, we noticed a cab pull into the drive to drop a customer. Des thought we would ask some local knowledge of the driver, to get some ideas of where to go and special interest locations in town. After a few minutes of conversation he asked me to come over and get into the cab. He decided to get a tour of the areas of interest and decide where to go that way. I settled into the back seat and we headed for the town centre. The driver was a mine of information and as we drove he pointed out all the usual tourist information. On an impulse, I asked whether there was any tattoo parlours in town. He replied that there was two of them and said he would point them out along the way. Des looked approvingly at me and to my horror asked if either of them were open at the weekend. They both are he replied as the main economy of the town was tourism and the town is geared to the service industry in the main. Des then asked if he knew the best one for body piercing. "If that's what you want, there is one on the far side of town that specialises in all types of piercing and I believe that it is run by an ex army medic who really knows how to do it safely and his clinic is spotless. Probably on a par with the medical centre right over there." As he pointed out a new building on the right hand side of the taxi. The rest of the journey I was numb with anxiety and fear, while Des continued to get his local knowledge enhanced by our friendly driver, "Burt". The next thing I remember was stopping outside an attractive older building, tastefully, decorated with few outer signs to indicate the nature of the business within. My husband paid the man with a large tip, for his discretion and help. As we walked in toward the front door, I realised that the wind had picked up a bit and my dress was exposing my naked bottom to our driver. I was beyond caring at this point, however, as the reality of what I might be about to do in the next short while penetrated my fevered imagination. However, I reasoned, it wasn't necessary to get it done right away, and it wouldn't hurt to ask about the procedure and Des might be disappointed if I didn't go ahead, but I would make it up to him later. There was nobody going to force me. We rang the bell and a middle-aged man came out to see us. I blushed as Des explained what I was looking to have done, and the bastard even went into detail about the benefits that I had anticipated. This man was old enough to be my father, I was standing there in a really revealing toga, no underwear, trembling with fear and he was asking about the best ways to keep me in a state of near orgasm every time I walked around. I thought of my daring exploits, earlier on, and in particular about the old truck driver that I had opened up my legs to, while he took photos of my most intimate parts. It still made me tingle with excitement as I recalled the moment I stretched my vagina wide open, as he took his photos. But right now I was looking at the mans reaction to my husband's words. He sounded very mature as he looked at me and told me that most women expected a heightening of their sexual awareness and if the piercing was done correctly, this could almost be guaranteed to constantly stimulate the clitoris at the slightest movement. He had a book of photographs and letters from women that he had done these procedures on over the last ten years. I felt relaxed, as he suggested that I have a look at some of the contents while he prepared his studio for an examination. I looked at the book, leafing through the various types of genital piercing that were available. I was impressed with the professional way the book portrayed the many different options that I could choose from. A few minutes later he asked us to follow him into the studio. The cabbie was right. The studio was clean and when I was asked to get up on the table, I did so right away. It was obvious to the man that he didn't need to ask me to remove my panties, as he complemented me on my state of preparation. Apparently some women need to be shaved and stimulated so he could determine the best position for the piercing. Des smiled proudly as he expertly examined in great detail my genital area. My head was elevated and there was a full-length mirror at the foot of the table so I could watch what he was doing. I was very relaxed by now as he went to get a marker pen. I could see in the mirror, my vagina, completely open, with my clitoris shining and wet in a state of extreme arousal. It amazed me that I could lay there, so calm and relaxed whilst being examined in intimate detail in this way. I had told him, when asked if I still wanted a clit piercing, blushing slightly, that I would trust him to do whatever type of procedure would best suit my body and give the most satisfying result. I even stated my preference in jewellery that would enhance the visual aspects of my vagina in an erotic way. I felt like a real slut talking to a stranger in this way but after all, I was only going to do this once and it would have to be right first time. The gentleman reassured me that I was expecting what every woman desired of a piercing and he would do his very best to oblige me. I found myself trusting him completely and agreed to have the procedure done right away. We picked out a lovely little ring, which he said I could change later if I wished, after it healed in about 2 weeks. Then he clamped me and prepared to complete the piercing. I took Des's hand as the needle went through, but there wasn't as much pain as I had expected. Only a few minutes later I was the proud owner of a clit piercing. The area felt a little numb, but there was no blood and I felt relieved and excited as I stood before the mirror, lifting my dress to examine my vagina from all angles. I was more than satisfied with the result. Des was told not to aggravate the area and not to attempt vaginal intercourse until the area was fully healed. Of course, there are other ways to achieve satisfaction, he told Des, as he surveyed my bottom, knowingly with a smile. I was too excited to mind his gaze as I continued to prance around in front of the mirror. I rather enjoyed his attention, as he was a really caring sort of guy and after all he had just been manhandling my clitoris in a way that only my husband had ever done before. I had had sex with a few other young guys before I was married but I was too much of a prude in those days to allow such intimate handling of my clit. God, how much my attitudes have changed I thought as I finally finished my examination and modestly patted down my skirt as I prepared to leave. Des paid the man generously and thanked him for his gentle and caring approach to his work. Des asked if I would like to get a taxi back to the motel, but I was not in any pain and the shops were only a short walk away, so I decided to delay our return for a while. The wind was blowing briskly now and I was feeling more daring than ever as we walked along the footpath. The combination of the medication and the wind blowing around my genitals sporting my clit ring was making me feel careless and when my dress blew upward and exposed my more intimate areas I displayed no concern at all, not constantly trying to cover up immediately but allowing the dress to fall back naturally without my help. Des had promised the old man that he would bring me back for a "check up"and a fitting of the permanent ring with the jewellery of my choice. I agreed to let him take photos at that point for his collection. I hoped that the weather would be great and I would be able to spend longer in the lake area next time. I chatted to Des, as we approached the shopping area, which by this time was relatively deserted as it was around 6pm and most of the people would be having dinner. There were only convenience stores open so we spent our time looking into shop windows and admiring my reflection as we looked into a large appliance shop. On impulse, I lifted the front of my dress to have another good look at my ring. Des smiled and said we should get a few things from the chemist shop to aid the healing process. We went into the shop and Des went to the counter while I picked up some perfume and some lotion. We rang a taxi from the shop and Des asked for Burt to pick us up, if possible. Armed with a bag of goodies for the night we waited for the cab outside. When the cab pulled alongside the kerb, Bert got out to open the door for me. I wondered if he always did that, or whether he just wanted a better view of my body, remembering what he had seen on our way in to the tattoo parlour. I thought I would oblige him with a sight to remember and climbed in without trying to keep myself covered as I might have done. As I settled into the seat I noticed his eyes bulging, as he took in a visual treat. My skirt had ridden right up around my hips as I deliberately allowed him a generous look as I made myself comfortable. My nipples were straining against the fabric and were very prominently showing my breasts. When he finally closed the door I knew he was quite aroused. We drove off as Des said we would be going back to the motel now. He was asking if we were happy with the local tattooist and was blatantly curious about what we had done there. I knew that he had seen with his own eyes just minutes ago, but I told him that I had a new genital piercing. Des winked at me and said to carry on if I wished. "If you are curious, and you open the door for me again, I will show it to you if you like." I said brazenly. The cab seemed to speed up and I smiled at Des knowingly. True to my word, I spread out my legs and held my dress up as Burt opened the door on our return. I placed one leg outside and invited him to have a good, close look with my other leg almost touching the door on the other side. I was fully aroused as he stared right at my moist fully engorged clitoris peeking out from my wide open vaginal lips. He was bulging at the crotch as a moist patch appeared on his trousers. He must have cum in his pants, just looking at my pussy. I had this crazy notion to undress completely, but I held myself in check as I got out of the cab and walked toward our unit. The cab driver refused to accept the fare Des offered him, instead thanking Des for allowing the display of my charms to him. Burt gave Des a card with his number and said if he could help us any further, to ring him and he would come around to pick us up anytime. I couldn't wait to get into the unit and have another look at my piercing. I was overjoyed with the day's events. I felt sexually charged and on the brinks of orgasm just about all the time. I was totally in control while I flashed my body, and it was exciting to see the reactions of those people that I was showing off to. By now I was a blatant and unashamed exhibitionist and Des was enjoying the experiences as much, if not more, than I was. He seemed to always be ready for lovemaking now and he just couldn't get enough of my naked body. I had a completely new appreciation of the power I held, with the loss of my previous inhibitions, I was proud to display myself to anybody who wanted me to. I couldn't believe how far I had changed in such a short time. I realised that I would have to be more careful when we got home, because of our position and standing in the community. I would still be able to have fun, but maintain a more reasoned approach. I couldn't run naked down our street in front of the neighbours, but there would be opportunities for the odd "Accidental" flash from time to time. We entered the unit and closed the door. Des put down the bag on the table next to the TV. And I looked to see what else he had purchased while he showered first. I noticed a small bottle of Vaseline and a tube of baby oil. I took out the perfume and the talcum powder and the antiseptic cream, as I prepared for my shower. I noted, with satisfaction the my nipples indicated my readiness to indulge in another round of vigorous sex play and my clit was still throbbing with excitement, but there was still no pain from the procedure. I wondered why I had been so terrified as we entered the clinic, I decided to take the medic's advice, however and not directly stimulate the region, until it was completely healed. His card was in the bag and I realised that I didn't even know his name. I had surrendered to a stranger's touch, in a most undignified way with my legs wide open, while he probed and touched me in a most intimate way, without even introduction. How rude, I thought, as I resolved to become more acquainted with him on my next visit, when he would be taking photos of his handy work. I kept this image in my mind as I changed positions with Des in the shower. I washed my hair and took care not to allow soap to cover my pubic area in case of infection. I directed the flow of water down there instead. I almost screamed in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm shook through my body and left me drained on the floor of the shower stall. The slightest movement of that ring certainly lived up to my expectations, and more. I dried off, carefully, taking care not to disturb my new clit ring. Des whistled as I entered the main room. This was the first moment that I had been totally naked, before his eyes, since the procedure and my jewelled clitoris, the sexy golden waist chain, hanging around my waist, along with the very prominent nipples of my firm breasts appeared to excite him immediately. We kissed as we discussed our dilemma of not being able to have full vaginal intercourse for two weeks. Des led me toward the bed with a familiar gleam in his eyes, as he lowered me to my knees on the floor and bent me over, exposing my bottom to his now, throbbing penis. I trembled with anticipation, as he generously and tenderly, lubricated my puckered anus. Suddenly he was inside me as he gently pressed himself further and further in, until I felt his body touch mine and I knew he was buried to the hilt inside my bottom. We had experimented with anal intercourse before, but he had never been fully inside, as I normally complained that it hurt me as he pressed in. Another reason was that I got no real enjoyment from it, as I needed clitoral stimulation to climax satisfactorily. I knew that it would not be possible for me to climax as a result of anal nerve stimulation alone. I was more relaxed tonight though and I found myself moaning with pleasure at the way we were so close and very much in love. I was amazed to feel another orgasm building up inside me and as Des ejaculated deep inside me, I erupted in yet another mind blowing, shivering and shaking, pleasurable orgasm. I was happier than ever as we lay, together on the floor, recovering ourselves, to get up on our feet. I was now, multi-orifice orgasmic, I enthused to myself, with a big smile. Des was equally thrilled, as he had always wanted to ejaculate, deep inside my pretty little ass, as he called it. I was in raptures as we discussed for the next hour, our individual sexual fantasies and desires, some of which I was reluctant to mention, as they involved bringing another male into our bedroom. I was sure Des would not co-operate fully with some of these, so I had left them in the deep background of my thoughts, never daring to mention them to Des, for fear of losing the best husband imaginable. He, of course, had similar reservations of his own. Now, we were boldly discussing our secret fantasies and vowing to each other that we would accommodate those hidden desires, but more importantly, never deny the other partner the opportunity to fulfil any fantasy that they desired. It was the most amazing coincidence that many of our previously hidden, secret desires were appealing and even complementary to the other partners fantasy. The events of our day, as it unfolded, had already gratified us both and made our marriage stronger and as fulfilling as ever before. I now knew that the adventures yet to happen would continue to enrich our lives for a long time to come. Des promised me that he would take me shopping for a new wardrobe when we returned home, for suitably revealing, but acceptable evening apparel, so we could go out day or night dressed to accommodate our fantasies whilst not risking being turned away from entry to the more conventional entertainment venues in the city by virtue of non complying dress code. He had planned to initiate me into exposing my body this weekend by not allowing me the opportunity to cover up, by only allowing me the infamous toga and sandals on our trip away. Now that he had seen the enjoyment and relish that I had experienced, he wished that he had brought more suitable clothing to take me to an expensive restaurant for an evening meal. It had been fortunate that he had found this holiday oriented town, where casual dress was so widely acceptable. I had amazed him with my boldness at the rest area with the truck driver, and during our subsequent lunch venue. He praised my bravery at the tattoo parlour and my subsequent candour with Burt the taxi driver, when I showed him my new piercing on our return to the motel. I explained the excitement I felt, showing off my ring to a total stranger in such a public setting. It was now around 7pm as the sun was disappearing over the lake. Des asked me if I was sore down below. The fact was that I was feeling just fine and asked him what he would like to do for the evening. It was warm and my piercing wasn't giving me anything other than a pleasant awareness of my sexuality. I would be ready for anything that he wished to do. There was a bowling alley a short walk away from the motel, with food and refreshment available so we strolled into the foyer to get a meal, noting that there were mostly younger people dressed in beachwear and remembering our last meeting with Melissa and her friends, I wasn't nervous about the prospect of going inside for a while. We sat down, not feeling too conspicuous in the way I was dressed, as the atmosphere was more relaxed than the restaurant we had lunch in. We ordered a light meal and surveyed the surroundings. Some of the ladies were wearing transparent tops without bras and there were even a few thongs in evidence. I relaxed completely and enjoyed my meal as we watched the activity around our table, situated above the alley, near some gaming machines. The establishment was a complete entertainment centre with a stage, complete with catwalk for fashion shows, pool tables and an adjoining dance floor where some couples were already gathering. Des and I were enjoying the informality and range of activities provided. They had a show of differing varieties every weekend. I urged Des to stay for the evening as any tensions that I had, walking into this place, had long disappeared. I knew that we were due back to visit in two weeks and I wanted to come back to this place again. Des had often debated obtaining a holiday home, away from the city, for a weekend getaway and he felt this town was ideal to look for such a place, just as I did. The surrounding district was scenic and picturesque, The Lake was magnificent and best of all and it was only a 4-hour drive from home. An added attraction was that it was not a well-known holiday destination. I thought of Cathy and Ken. I couldn't wait to tell Cathy all about our adventurous weekend. She would be as keen on this place as Des and I were. I knew that she wouldn't be judgemental about our activities, as she and Ken were both as exhibitionistic as I had rapidly become. She had never worn panties either and showed off her assets without any shame or inhibitions. Des agreed immediately. He suggested an evening stroll beside the lake for the next 40 minutes before the show that would be starting at 10pm. Some sort of fancy dress competition tonight, which probably explained the relaxed dress styles all around us. I was fitting into convention more and more as the evening had progressed. There were prizes in many categories, including beachwear, which accounted for the girls in their see through tops. My Sexual Awakening Ch. 4 The air was cooler outside as we made our way outside. I noted the many appreciative looks that I was receiving, as I made no effort to keep myself inconspicuous as I walked through the, now crowded foyer. The breeze was raising my skirt periodically and exposing my bottom to anybody looking in our direction, but we weren't causing a riot or anything. Along the shore was well lit and we took off our footwear and walked in the water. It felt cool and before long I asked Des to hold my dress, slipped off my toga and went in the water up to my neck. There was nobody else around at that point so I planned to walk myself dry before putting it back on. I walked naked for the next 5 minutes, with my ring reminding me that I was in an aroused state with my nipples hard and swollen. I put my dress back on when I noticed a group approaching toward us. It was the same young people that we met earlier on. We talked to them as we followed them back to the bowling alley. Melissa was curious when the wind blew my dress up briefly and exposed a metallic glint from my pussy area. I pulled up the dress and proudly showed off my new ring. She looked at me in awe. One of the other girls had nipple rings and a belly button piercing but had not had the courage to complete the set with a clit ring. Her boyfriend was adorned similarly but was not game to get his genitals pierced. We resolved to watch the show together as a group. Des was smiling his approval. We all walked in together through the foyer and took a large table near the stage. As the categories were announced and eveningwear, casual, and swimwear were being shown. Des spoke to the management and they announced body jewellery as a new category if there were enough entries. I realised that he was responsible for this and protested half-heartedly that there would never be enough entrants. I did not begin to imagine how popular body piercing had become among the younger set. They embraced the culture of modification more than I thought. There was no shortage of entries so I put my name down and went backstage with the others. Melissa's two friends came with me and we all waited in nervous anticipation to be called onstage. There were ten other entries and five of them were sporting genital jewellery as well as nipple rings. I figured that if they were game to walk on stage and show their adornments, well I would too. The moment came when we walked out and lined up. As the names were called out I realised that they were going to do it alphabetically. I stepped forward and lifted my skirt. Amidst calls of "Get it off."and all the usual cheering and clapping I looked at Des, blushing and shaking. He just smiled and nodded. I felt reassured and stepped back. Impulsively I whipped my toga off and let it drop. It seemed to take forever, as I launched myself along the catwalk, trying to look nonchalant and as if I had done this before. I walked slowly to the end of the catwalk, turned and walked slowly back amidst a roar of applause by both sexes. I was red in the face with excitement and shaking with relief as I picked up my toga and put it on. The other girls walked out to similar cheering and calls to remove their panties or thongs, even if they had no pussy rings. One of the ladies had no less than ten items decorating her body and stayed out there at the end of the walk pirouetting around to huge cheering. I shook my head in disbelief as she walked back, smiling in satisfaction. She was older than I was, but her body was firm and tanned all over. I clapped as she took her place, without attempting to cover herself, and leaving her long dress on the floor while the others were parading. The announcer was encouraging all of us to remain unclothed for the prize announcement. All the girls complied immediately with a massive roar of applause from all present. There were flashbulbs popping in all directions and I knew there would be no shortage of evidence of a really thrilling evening. There must have been at least 200 wildly enthusiastic spectators at this unusual event. The rest of the complex had left their other activities and joined the audience. Des was smiling proudly as he looked in my direction clapping and cheering. I could feel my nipples swell and noted that the other ladies were similarly erect with excitement. Finally the last entrant took her place facing the audience for the announcement of the winner. The announcer said that we all deserved a prize and so if we all did one more showing, the management had agreed to announce a "dead heat" and award us all first prize of $100: 00 on condition that we agreed to attend an anniversary event planned for next year. All but one of the girls on stage were from "out of town." as I later found out, but we all enthusiastically agreed within minutes. By this time we had all been on display, in front of a wildly applauding audience, for the last 20 minutes at least. The atmosphere was "Electric." with goodwill from the spectators, the girls, including myself, were smiling and by now thoroughly enjoying the attention to our naked bodies. The stage lights were warm and our bodies charged with excitement, as all of us moved to the edge of the stage and took turns along the catwalk, moving more slowly, as we displayed our "piercings" to a truly appreciative audience, under spotlights, like the true professionals that we now were. The tanned, older lady, seemed to have done this sort of thing before as she performed at the edge of the catwalk, making sure that everybody saw all of her piercings as closely as possible. The girls picked up their clothing and walked off the stage to dress behind the curtain, after bowing and waving to the audience. We all chatted like family members as we dressed, swapping information between ourselves, as if we were old friends. I knew that we would all meet again next year without fail. The local girl had been on stage before at various "Wet T shirt" novelty contests, at this venue. More often than not some contestants had stripped completely during these events, she told us, but this was the first time that all contestants had stripped off and paraded, as we had, this evening. The older lady said that there were many other venues around the country that she had attended such as "Biker convention" and "Tattoo and Body Jewellery."events where it was quite normal to show off in the nude. She said that she always got a thrill at the attention that she received at these contests. She believed that the excitement was addictive and she always had no hesitation in entering similar events. I realised at that moment that I felt the same way. Apart from the first anxious moments as I took off my dress, I was completely comforted by the atmosphere and the adulation of the audience. It is difficult to describe the elation of being watched by so many complete strangers as I had paraded my naked form in front of a large mixed crowd of adults, all enthusiastically encouraging me to show every area of my body and applauding so loudly. I was glad that the announcer had suggested that we remain naked throughout the show. Glowing with pride, I rejoined the group at my table, flushed with excitement and wellbeing. Melissa bubbled with enthusiasm at what she had witnessed and said she wished she could have entered too. It looked like every girl on stage was having a great time she said as she asked me how it felt. My fully erect nipples showed clearly my state of sexual tension so I just smiled as I told her that it defied description. The nearest I could come to explaining it was probably like "Bungy Jumping "off the highest building or ravine imaginable. I laughed as I suggested that she would have to try it for herself. By now it was quite late, so after finding out how to get in touch with her, Des and I excused ourselves and walked back to the Motel. The rest of the night we slept, made love and talked about the amazing day that we had both so obviously enjoyed. We planned to drive home after picking up a local newspaper to check out the real estate for sale opportunities in this great location. We now had a number of new friends and exciting weekends away to look forward to. Plans to shop for new clothes and opportunities to fulfil all our previously unspoken sexual fantasies. Des had never previously been interested in photography in particular, but he vowed to treat himself to some really good equipment when we returned, to capture some of the experiences such as last night's. The management had given us a promise to let us have some of the publicity shots of the contest next time we were in town, as they handed me my prize, when we left the premises. Des wanted to enlarge and mount one of these for our bedroom wall. He said that I had never looked so glowingly beautiful as I stood on stage, clad only in my waist chain, with my pussy ring prominently displaying and enhancing my beautiful shaved vagina, smiling broadly at the applause of such a large audience of appreciative strangers. He wished that he could have taken a video of that thrilling event, but the memory of that moment would remain with him forever he declared proudly. He promised that he would buy me some other, more expensive jewellery with a diamond stone, before we returned to the parlour for the next visit. I smiled, and told him that I would do anything to make him happy, as long as I wasn't permanently tattooed, as I didn't want to spoil my body in that way. We had an understanding on that basis. To Be Continued... My Sexual Awakening Ch. 5 I awoke Sunday morning quite late, as we had spent the longest and certainly the most eventful Saturday I could remember since Des and I was married some seven years earlier. A few of the parallels were quite extraordinary as the matter of fact. I was a little sore from frequent lovemaking, I was happier than ever before, but there were some subtle differences. If anything, I was feeling more confident as I dreamily recalled yesterday's events. I was still in a state of euphoria as I recalled the day's events with a smile of satisfaction. ***************** It had started with me nervously running out to the car, even before daylight, naked but for a gold waist chain and a pair of sandals. The day had culminated around midnight, before a large mixed crowd of very enthusiastic spectators. Again I had been totally naked but for my golden waist chain, but this time parading with nine other ladies on a stage. It seemed like some kind of erotic dream but as I touched my vagina tenderly, I realised that it was certainly very real. I had rinsed out my little toga dress last night and it hung over the bedroom door before my eyes. It had been the only item of clothing that Des had permitted me to wear on the trip, almost totally open on the sides and making it quite obvious to others that I was wearing no underwear. Further to this the material was light, almost translucent with the light behind me, and the slightest breeze easily lifted my skirt to expose my newly shaven pussy with the gleaming new gold clit ring. Not that that mattered to me now. I had completely lost any past inhibitions, well before last night's show. ******************** Des woke up when I jumped out of the bed to look out the curtains to see what the weather was like. "How does your piercing feel this morning, my love?" He asked drowsily as he looked at me with an unusual mixture of lust tempered with concern. "Come back to bed for a while?" He pulled aside the bed sheet invitingly. He had that look on his face that I knew so well. "C'mon darling?" He urged as I confirmed my lack of pain wordlessly. It was another sunny day outside but I turned and ran back into his waiting arms. There was still time for another bout of anal and/or oral sex before we departed to the car and I wanted to feel his flesh inside me again. I was becoming as randy as he was. "It's fine at the moment" I almost purred as I melted into his arms and cuddled in. "Just be gentle with it." The ring was healing well but alternative sex was prescribed for the following two weeks, just to be really safe. My acceptance of anal sex was becoming healthier all the time. I now found myself rather enjoying the sensation of having Des's vibrant penis pressing past my tight sphincter muscles and invading the long forbidden regions of my bottom. At this stage I could still only fantasise about a double entry situation, but the thought was certainly far more tempting now. Prior to this weekend it had only been an unspoken fantasy but Des had promised that he would accommodate my desires if I could entice another suitable man into our bedroom. He couldn't say that I hadn't upheld my part of the bargain after this weekend. His libido hadn't been so strongly pronounced for years. My hidden fantasies were well with my reach and only served to excite Des even more. Sex between us this morning was even better that the night before. I rode on top of him clenching my muscles, making him delirious with delight as he gripped my hips and closed his eyes with a dreamy look on his face. The throbbing heat of his penis as it stimulated my inner organs caused me to enjoy multiple orgasms and squeal with delight as I eagerly anticipated the warmth of his own climax. Never again would I refuse to please him in this way, I decided. It was almost 10am when we finally left the Motel car park. We drove through town to pick up some papers and a light snack to enjoy on the journey home. We planned to pick up some local newspapers to check out the real estate pages for buying opportunities in this great location. With a number of new friends and exciting weekends away from home to look forward to, our lives had changed for the better. I wanted to get back early, as I was bursting to tell my friend Cathy all about our trip away. I was hoping to persuade her and Ken to come to our place for dinner and drinks while we acquainted them with all our news. Des noticed Burt, the cab driver, sitting in his car on the main street and chatted briefly to him in order to gain a little bit more local information. We intended to come back the following weekend, if we could get away. We had a lot of shopping to do before then. Finally, we returned to the deserted picnic area for a quick swim to freshen up before heading to the freeway. I didn't bother to put my toga back on, much to Des's delight. I just left it in the back seat knowing that Des would enjoy our return to the city so much more if I was naked and available at his side. I relaxed and reclined my seat. Let me tell you other girls out there! It is true that a clit ring constantly reminds a girl of her sexuality. I now have a constant awareness of my femininity and I believe that my breasts are even more sensitive now with my nipples always semi erect. Des was smiling and looking over at me as I adjusted the cool air flow nozzle so it blew between my legs and all over my body. The sensation so wonderful that I actually looked forward to flashing my body for Des again. I closed my eyes and reflected on how nervous I had been on the outward journey. I smiled as I thought about the shows that I had put on, especially once awake, to those anonymous strangers. I promised myself to do even better on the way back home. I had discussed with Des, only last night, that I was sick of my part-time job. I had been with the same firm ever since I left university and although I was earning good money working for just two days a week, I now wanted to get part time modelling assignments. I knew that the girls who do nude work receive much more money for very few hours. I was beginning to get a real thrill myself now, out of appearing completely nude, especially to an appreciative spectator. Cathy was new to the city and I hoped that we could work together for artists and photographers. Des had a well paid job as a merchant banker so money was not the real problem anyway. There were not many trucks on the road on the way back to the city. But occasionally we got a friendly blast of a horn as we passed slowly, keeping pace with a big rig as I spread out my legs and pointed to my ring. I didn't know if they could see it or not but I was sure they could see that I was totally naked. I gave them a show, waving sweetly to them as Des accelerated away. I was about to put my dress back on once we were closer to the city when Des said to hang on for a bit. He could see a large bus in the distance with streamers blowing out the window. "I dare you to give them a real show." He muttered as he sped onward toward home. His eyes were glowing with excitement. "Why not, darling!" I replied quickly, dropping my toga back where it had been. "Do you think they'll all be men though?" "Looks likea football trip to me from here." He urged. The thought of putting on a show to a busload of football players with big windows and no driving to worry about was now an exciting prospect. I grew wet with anticipation as we got nearer to the bus. Thinking of all those young athletic bodies was as irresistible as it was daring. I could feel a surge of adrenalin as my nipples hardened like walnuts and my clit enlarged with anticipation. I prepared to give the best showing of the trip, urging Des to pull alongside and then pull back in behind the bus. I wanted to achieve the maximum audience whilst keeping traffic safety paramount in my thoughts. Des drew alongside as if to overtake and then slowed for a suitable time to allow the bus passengers to observe me as I lay stretched out beside him. The response was almost instantaneous as the young men yelled and waved excitedly to their mates to come and see my demonstration. They were peering out the window and I could hear their voices from where I lay, reclined with my legs apart as if I had been asleep. I appeared to wake up and notice them staring at me with a look of horror on my face but making only an staged, ineffectual effort to cover myself with my hands. I should have been an actress. I sat up and adjusted my seat as Des slowed to pull in behind the bus. There was now a sea of eager faces gathered at the large rear window of the bus waving and talking to each other. We sure had their full attention. Des accelerated alongside and took time to slowly travel the length of the bus, making certain that all the passengers had a really good look while I performed shamelessly before their eyes. When we finally overtook that bus and sped away I was tingling with sexual excitement and accomplishment. I decided to leave my dress in the back seat until we got home, which was just fine with Des. Des made good time during the rest of the journey home and before long we turned into our driveway. It was just after three pm. The trip home had been much faster than the outward drive but the traffic had been lighter. Our adventures had not been as time consuming as they had been on Saturday morning but almost as rewarding. There were a few of our neighbours mowing lawns and cleaning cars in the near vicinity so I reluctantly slipped my toga on before going inside. I wasn't so worried about being seen naked now but I still didn't want to be the subject of neighbourhood gossip. It was one thing to strut my stuff shamelessly in front of strangers, but quite another to create discussion around our home turf. I rang Cathy, to invite her and Ken over for the afternoon. To my delight they accepted immediately. I wore the toga which Ken and Cathy admired enormously, to answer the door. We sat in the lounge and we told them of our amazing, adventurous encounters on Saturday. Cathy had applied for a number of positions since our last day out, but hadn't been able to find work as yet. I discussed my ideas to leave my current job and almost immediately she agreed to work together with me, in the field of nude modelling. Ken and Des went out together to get Pizza for dinner so we had a chance for a "Girl Talk" as we waited for their return. We had been for a swim and neither of us had bothered to dress again. I admired her supple body as we chatted. Her breasts were flawless and she had neither tan lines nor body hair. She would certainly have no trouble finding modelling work, I decided. We agreed to advertise our availability over the following weeks and see if any suitable replies would materialise. I discovered that her and I had many interests in common. I revealed the thrills of appearing on stage and the reactions of my husband in the crowded bowling alley. She looked at my pussy ring and asked me how it felt and so many other questions. I was totally frank with her explaining the benefits to my sex life and I found myself telling her all about my open discussions with Des, following the piercing. She was fascinated by my candour as I told her things that I would not even mention to my own sister. She opened up to me with equal sincerity as she discussed her own fantasies and dreams. Before long, I knew as many intimate details about her and Ken as she had learned about Des and myself. I have never been as close to any of my other friends as I was to this lovely young lady. Before the boys arrived back home, we decided to go away as a group whenever possible. Particularly when Des and I returned to our new weekend destination. Although Cathy was much younger than I was, she had a sexual maturity and confidence to match mine. We soon became intimate friends and there was almost no subject that we couldn't discuss openly and frankly between ourselves. Over the following weeks we spent a lot of time together, planning modelling assignments and even shopping with Des and Ken during their lunch breaks in town for my new wardrobe and Des's new photographic equipment. I don't think the various shop assistants that we dealt with could tell which of us girls was a couple, with which man. My piercing healed up so well that I could touch it, even giving it a slight tug, without any discomfort at all. Cathy had resolved to try a piercing herself when we returned to Maple Lake, The town that we had decided to return to on next fine weekend. The weather had been often punctuated with unsettled periods of squally rain over the last two weeks and we were all hoping for better weather for our return. Des had booked a large unit with two bedrooms right beside the lake in a different motel, but still close to the bowling alley. All of us had agreed to spend the first evening at the alley so that I could show Cathy where I had made my nude modelling debut. The 'Maple Examiner.', the local paper that Des had purchased before leaving town, had given us a wealth of information for discussion between all of us. Contact phone numbers for some of the many leisure facilities available in and around the town, for example. Property for sale was affordable and of course Ken and Cathy were looking forward to a break after getting more established in their city apartment. I prayed for settled weather the following weekend because it was a public holiday long weekend. Des had bought me a lot of exciting clothes and jewellery, along with his photography gear, and he was getting better results with his new camera all the time. Our two friends were frequent visitors, which gave Des the opportunity to photograph two willing and daring ladies in a wide variety of poses. We relished every chance to practice our new careers as models. Cathy came over to the house most mornings now. If there were no assignments, we would exercise to my aerobics tape to keep our bodies in trim. When the weather was suitable, not often in the last two weeks, we would exercise out by the pool. The window overlooking the pool from our elderly neighbour's house had been opened. This seemed to indicate that they were back from holiday but if they had seen us we had not heard any feedback from the other neighbours. Meanwhile we just continued to swim and exercise in the nude, as usual. Work was now beginning to trickle in off my advertisement. Cathy was a bit more popular, as I had expected, but I would always go with her for support and company. We hadn't had any bad experiences as yet but we always went together to make sure that no unwelcome advances were made. Whilst there had been no sexual activity between all of us together at this point, Cathy and I were not excluding the possibility or the excitement that it may bring all of us. We had shared our innermost thoughts with each other over the previous two weeks quite openly, along with our husband's interests, and marvelled at how similar their fantasies were. Ken openly encouraged Cathy to explore and develop her interests, just as Des had with me. We decided not to inhibit their encouragement, should they be amenable to sharing us sexually in ways other than exhibitionism. The level of trust and understanding that had developed between us was that firm, even at that point in our relationship. Cathy and I were both excited by the prospect of the holiday weekend ahead, together in a shared accommodation when Thursday morning arrived. The weather was settled and fine and Des said that he and Ken had both made arrangements to leave work early for our vacation. I had already rung and booked time with Harold 'Doc.' Peterson for Friday. I informed him that I would be bringing a girlfriend of mine for a possible procedure if that was all right with him. He said that he would be pleased to see us anytime since he did most of his work at the weekend anyway. Cathy was nervous but I reassured her that the pain was momentary. She decided to get the same procedure as mine, if her anatomy was suited to it. Visually her labia were longer and a little looser than mine were, but the 'Doc.' was experienced and Cathy shared the trust that I had placed in him. She had seen my clitoris heal up over the first week. Thinking of the older lady at the bowling alley, I realised that her words to me after the show were very true. I had come to terms with the addictive nature of showing off my body and especially the thrill of watching men's reactions to my displays. It gratified my need to constantly believe in my attractiveness to them. Exhibiting myself made me more confident of my body and the tingling sensation of my clit ring enhanced the experience for me. I found myself hungry for attention and approval, constantly aroused as I had never been in all the years before. I hoped that after this weekend, Cathy would experience the same sexual awareness that I did. Cathy arrived on Thursday morning with a medium suitcase packed in her car and asked if she could leave her car alongside mine for a few days. I went out to help and brought her suitcase inside. Our two husbands intended to take both their cars on the trip to Maple Lake so we locked up both our cars. The day was gorgeous so we went straight out to the pool for our morning workout. Cathy wore only a tiny shift dress which had a long split up the sides, very like my toga. On commenting about the similarity, Cathy told me that Ken had bought her one as well, only yesterday. We were at the halfway point in our morning exercise routine when the phone rang. I ran to answer it. "Would You girls be interested in a full day's work over the weekend? The soft male voice inquired. I told him that neither of us would be available for four days and that we both had an important assignment in another part of the country. I explained that we would be eager to help at some other time if he would leave us his contact phone number. He sounded disappointed but left his phone number. He told me that he had heard about our service from a photographer that had employed Cathy last week. He promised to give us both a job on the same assignment with really top money. He sounded genuine so I made arrangements to visit him the following week. He owned a small boutique on the other side of the city, specialising in an exclusive line of lingerie. Our business was now picking up quite well but I was very interested in whatever he may have to offer. I looked out the kitchen window while I was concluding the phone call and saw the old guy from next door looking out of his window at Cathy. She was touching her toes, facing away from his observation point so I watched for a few minutes. Every time she turned toward his window he would duck behind the curtain. His wife, I remembered, was in a wheelchair and wouldn't be able to see out that window. I smiled, realising that the old goat had probably been watching us whenever we were outside ever since they had returned from their holiday. He was enjoying the view and would be unlikely to complain about it. I went back outside and joined Cathy, relieved that the neighbour overlooking our pool area was a sneaky voyeur and certainly wouldn't call the cops or get us into any trouble. We had been giving him a free show. I told Cathy about what I had seen. She laughed and suggested that we give him his moneys worth in future. We lay in the sun facing toward the window, with our legs apart a little more than normal as we sunbathed and talked. The old gentleman next door had given me an idea which Cathy agreed to immediately. We could produce a video workout film featuring three or four attractive ladies working out in all positions. A nude workout video could make a heap of money while being a lot of fun to produce at an exotic outdoor location. It was quite thrilling to lay there talking about the idea, knowing that the voyeur next door was enjoying himself. My Sexual Awakening Ch. 5 Mr Owens would be blissfully unaware that we were deliberately exposing ourselves to him at this point. I wondered how often he had been watching us from his vantage point over the last few days, nervously darting behind his curtains every time we turned toward his house. The men duly arrived home some time later, very eager to get on the road. A client of theirs had lent them an expensive convertible to use for a week. The client was a car dealer and this vehicle had just been traded in. Des thought he might be able to find a sale for it and he had all the paperwork and pricing details inside the glove box. The commission would be useful if he could find a buyer. "I wish we had clients like that!" I exclaimed. as I gazed out the window at a large roomy Chevrolet parked in our driveway. "One day, maybe?" Cathy mused as she joined me at the window. We set off, Cathy and I dressed in our new togas, both comfortable to do the trip in light summer clothing. We chatted excitedly as we drove to the freeway, noting that Des had his camera and video gear readily accessible for any opportunities along the way. Cathy and I sat in the back seat as we drove through the suburbs to reach the freeway. The wind wasn't the problem that I had earlier expected, when I had tied my hair back with a ribbon to match my toga. I was feeling elated by the open-air transport but the problem, as I saw it, was that the road was busier than it had been on the last trip. This would mean that the opportunities to flash would lessen, I realised. The breeze felt wonderful as I lay back into the seat and stretched out next to Cathy. The convertible was far more roomy than Des's BMW. Cathy and I chatted away endlessly, planning our business and leisure interests and reliving some of the assignments over the last two weeks. We didn't pass many trucks on the road, but halfway to Maple Lake we stopped for refreshments at a convenient tour bus restaurant for an afternoon snack. After a quick visit to the restroom we went for a walk around the adjacent gardens. Just as we were passing a group of young men the wind gusted and blew both our dresses up. The reaction of the men was instant, whistling their appreciation spontaneously and watching us as we walked back to the car, no doubt hoping for another eye-full of two well formed naked bottoms. The rest of the trip was punctuated by intervals of flashing a few unsuspecting truckies, all of whom appeared to enjoy the sight of two nubile young female bodies exhibiting to them. Ken was driving and Des was recording the experiences with his new camera gear. The large car was ideal for both Cathy and I to place our feet on either side of our partners' shoulders, much to Des's delight, as he alternated his focus between our bodies and the truck driver's reactions. We were all in a jubilant and fulfilled mood as Ken turned off the highway toward the lake. This Story To Be Continued As: Addicted To Attention Ch. 1