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Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 01

By: CalDreamer



Chapter 1: Looking

I met Sara at the beach, a sexy girl with curly blond hair, curves everywhere, generous breasts, and an attitude to match. I could tell from the start that she liked to display her body, because she had the briefest bikini on the beach, almost illegal, and she jiggled her breasts for me every time she turned around. I was entranced. Luckily she was too, and we married a year later.

In public Sara was always posing for me, pulling her shoulders back to make her breasts jut out, crossing her legs in short skirts, or just giving a wiggle and a glance as we walked. We danced at clubs where she could display herself with clinging tops, skirts without panties, and sometimes something low-cut that would hang away from her body when she leaned over, giving her audience a nice view of her nipples. For a girl with small breasts this was easy, but for Sara it took some engineering. She leaned over a lot, not just toward me but toward other guys too. And this wasn't something she did as a favor for me, though I loved it, but because she felt turned on by it. 

Sara would even lift her skirt all the way to her waist while we were dancing, holding it up while thrusting her hips forward, letting other guys see. Watching her expose herself to other men was much more exciting than seeing the same exposure in private, because it added a reckless thrill to her sexuality. A few times I even turned her around while we were dancing, and lifted her skirt myself, so other guys could look. The first time I did it she protested loudly, "Hey, Jim, you let all those guys see my cunt! And I'm not even wearing panties! How could you?"

Then she whispered, "Next time, do that a little bit longer. It felt so hot. And do it where there's better light."

Once when we were with three other guys we got to know she sat us down at one of those tiny club tables near a wall and took a chair facing the wall. She had us lean in shoulder to shoulder so no one else could see, and pulled her scoop top down to expose her breasts. The top opened up so easily that I was sure she had planned this in advance. Sara's impossibly long nipples glistened with excitement, and so did her eyes. Instantly my cock was as stiff as her nipples. It wasn't a just quick flash, but a good, long, close-up look. She cupped them from below and shook them for us, then put both feet on her chair so that her skirt rode up, saying "I'm going to give you a good look at my pussy too." 

We sat enthralled while she pulled her pussy lips apart, stretched the skin around her nipples tight for us, and generally made us squirm. Sara doesn't shave her crotch, because she says she wants to look like a woman, not a 12-year-old. Afterward she told me that that incident got her almost as hot as fucking. It got me hot too; seeing other men enjoy Sara's body emphasized to me how desirable she was. In public she usually wore clothes that were sexy but not outrageous. Once after I told her how good she looked in a tight sweater, she went out and bought a bunch of them. But with almost a decade of education, marriage and careers, there hadn't been much time lately for public exhibitionism. 

Recently Sara confessed that she missed the thrill of showing her body to men, though she assured me that she would always remain completely faithful to me. She even hoped that I would help her with her desires. With her professional position, she couldn't go out exposing herself in public anymore. But even that wouldn't have been enough - she insisted that now she needed to go further, to expose her naked body, holding nothing back, to let men examine her prominent nipples and the large pink halo of sexual skin around them, to see the lovely curves of her ass close up, and even to open up her cunt to show them everything inside. 

To me this was wonderful, because I love seeing Sara's body, and love even more for her to expose herself where others can see her. I don't know why, but it always seems to intensify the erotic experience; it adds an edge of danger and adventure. So we looked for ways to expose her. We ventured out to a nude beach, where Sara enjoyed being naked in public, liked having men see her breasts and her open crotch, but there she was naked because it was a beach, not because it was sexy. "The men couldn't move close, I couldn't open up my cunt", she complained. In the end it wasn't the erotic experience that she craved.

Finally it occurred to us that the best place to satisfy Sara's exhibitionistic compulsion was in our own home. We were watching Fellini's old movie 'La Dolce Vita' on TV, where one of the women strips at a party in someone's home. Though you don't see much flesh in the movie, the idea was planted. She watched that scene very intently, then declared, "Wow! I'd like to be that woman."

Immediately she demanded that I bring someone home for her to display herself to. I told her that bringing in just one man and showing him her body might be a setup for jealousy; the man might get the wrong idea. Besides, I had a better idea. "God, it would be really hot to let somebody watch you strip. But it would be so much better and more risky if you had more of an audience. Let's invite in several men. You could be stark naked, they could get right up close to your body - it would be way more extreme and more wicked." Sara looked at me wide-eyed and decided to do it. 

Finding a group of suitable men wasn't as easy as you would think. We didn't want to bring in friends - that might risk our social position, and it would be more daring for Sara to expose herself to people she didn't know. So I had to find some men whom I could trust for Sara's exposure, but men we didn't know socially. Finally I assembled a group of five. Two were graduate students at the local university, in their mid-twenties but unmarried, and one was an old acquaintance from our days flirting at dance clubs whom I ran into by chance in a book shop downtown. I hadn't seen him in years. He was able to recommend two of his buddies, clean-cut and healthy but older than the students. 

When I finally was able to tell Sara that I had assembled the men, she melted into my arms and kissed me repeatedly, thanking me for 'sharing' her with her group. Then she backed up with that look in her big blue eyes, and my I found myself fondling her breasts through her dress. Before long each of us was pulling the other's clothes off, right there in our living room, both of us turned on by the anticipation of Sara flaunting her naked body. My hand found her crotch - she was soaked already. I spun her around, pulled her into my lap and entered her. She spread her legs and mine so that we could see the penetration in our mirror, and slowly, deliciously lifted herself up and down. Her face and upper torso glowed with the blush of sexual excitement as I pinched and tugged her engorged nipples. I could see pink flesh pull out of her vagina with my cock on the out-strokes. The whole preparation for her exposure was foreplay for her, so after just a few strokes she stiffened, her whole body began vibrating, and she came with a scream. I lost it a few seconds later. 

We found a date several weeks ahead when all of our audience could come over, and began preparing. Those weeks were filled with excitement, different kinds of excitement for Sara and for me. Almost every night she would show me a new outfit, asking whether it was sexy enough, before she proceed to strip for me and for our imaginary audience. We brought a full-length mirror into our living room so that she could see what they would see. Sara complained that the light in our living room wasn't bright enough, so I bought some track lighting to subtly illuminate the area where she would be stripping. When I finished adjusting it she said, "That's much better. I want them to see every detail, every pore and every bump on my whole body." 

In addition to being a visual person Sara is very verbal when it comes to sex. She likes to talk about what we are doing, even while we are doing it. Some women look away or don't want to talk during sex, as though it were unconscious or they don't really want to admit what is going on, but for Sara the talk puts her sexy side out front where there is no mistaking it. For her sex isn't something to engage in absent-mindedly, but to be involved in fully. I love her for that. 

What do you wear to a party where you are going to strip naked and show your body to strangers? After much experimentation and wonderfully wicked discussion, we decided on a rather severe business suit, with a front-button gray blouse and jacket, strapless bra, and modest side-zipper skirt over white bikini panties. Sara's hair was up, exposing her neck but keeping everything trim and in control. She concluded "I want to transform myself before their eyes. I'll start out a conservative businesswoman and become an exhibitionist slut, sexy, shameless. A slut who dances naked in front of guys she's just met."

A few days before the party I phoned and asked each guy in a conspiratorial tone to be my 'enforcer', to stop any inappropriate behavior from the other guys by force if necessary, and to say nothing of this to the others. Each one agreed, so I had five policemen and no civilians. 

Tonight is the night - my wife will expose everything to several men right in our living room. She's tingling with anticipation, and so am I.

After a long shower Sara came out pink, perfumed and ready. She was still dressing as our first guests arrived a bit early, our students Tom and Tim. They were more nervous than we were, because they knew that soon they would see my wife naked and didn't know how to react. I took their coats upstairs to the spare bedroom, offered them some wine and made small talk until Sara appeared. They were super-polite, formally shaking her hand. The older men arrived and introduced themselves. I'll call them Lance, Rod and Spike, well-dressed and more confident than the boys. 

Rod told her how beautiful she looked. We talked about his business; having sold a successful software firm, he had become wealthy, but didn't let it distort his lifestyle. He didn't want to live in a compound in splendid isolation. We were yet to realize what a difference his wealth would make in our lifestyle in the coming months. His glamorous wife - he showed us her picture - didn't mind him visiting our little party as long as he came home again.

Sara thought it would be erotic to discuss her sexual fantasies frankly with the group. As we sat down in our living room she folded her legs under herself, 'letting' her skirt ride up high enough to show a bare thigh almost to her waist, and said casually, "I'm so glad you all agreed to come over to watch me strip and show you my body. At the end I'll be completely naked. I'll give you a lot more than a peek up my skirt or down my blouse. This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. It'll be something like a strip-tease, but instead of teasing about stripping I'll strip and then tease. And maybe I'll tease a little with the stripping too," she laughed. 

I added, "You'll love her tits, she'll show them to you so close up you can almost taste them, but remember no touching. This isn't going to be like a show at a strip club - it'll be much more personal, much more intimate. There isn't one woman in a thousand who feels like my wife does. She's desperately eager to strip herself naked for you guys. She'll want to hold her tits up right in your face." 

Sara couldn't resist adding, "I'm going to show you my cunt too, and even my clit. It's a big one, it's almost as big as the end of my pinkie (she held it up for comparison), but you can only see it when I'm turned on. I'm sure to be turned on. It's a thrill just to think about opening my cunt up for you." 

The guys were surprised at this kind of talk, shifting uneasily in their seats and getting aroused already. Sara collected the wine glasses, leaning in close to each guy, then returned confidently to the center of the room as I started the music to begin her show. She said, "You're probably wondering what I'm going to take off first." 

She kicked off her high-heel shoes, a casual, matter-of-fact start, and began swaying to the music. I slipped off her jacket, hanging it on a spare chair. Part of our plan was that I would actively participate in stripping and displaying her. As she lifted her arms I came up behind her and planted my outspread hands on her abdomen. She leaned back, still swaying gently, as my hands rose to cover her breasts. Why did they feel even more wonderful than usual? This was the first physical act that would have seemed out of the ordinary at a social gathering. As I squeezed and pinched Sara murmured, "His hands are so big and powerful - they feel so good fondling my breasts. My nipples are getting hard, my crotch is damp already." 

Sara jumped away from me and toward our audience, four men sitting on our large curving couch and one on an adjacent easy chair. Moving close, she leaned forward over them and released her hair with a shake of her head. This has always been a sign of sexual approach, and it had the intended effect. All the men leaned forward, fascinated. She shook her still-covered breasts while stepping in front of each man, giving a personal show, and confessed "I need your help with this blouse. Each guy gets to undo one button. I don't think that's bending the rules too much, because you're touching the button, not me. But I can't help it if your arms brush my breasts while you're doing it." 

We were taking a risk with this one, but Sara had said she needed some personal contact, and I thought it best to provide it before she was naked. There were exactly five buttons on her blouse - that woman had prepared every detail. She started at one end of the couch, where Tim, a tall, gangly red-haired guy, took the top button and managed to get quite a feel before the button came loose, working on it while pushing down on her breasts. The next button was just at breast height, so Tom, a muscular dark-haired fellow with a moustache, pushed his wrists against the inside edges of Sara's breasts while he undid his button. She was showing some serious cleavage now, and it was clear that her bra was a lacy thing, nearly transparent. 

Now it was Rod's turn, a big guy with short salt-and-pepper hair and a wide face. He held his forearms horizontally and pushed up on Sara's half-uncovered breasts while he worked on his button. Sara looked at me and pointed out the obvious, "Jim, these men are taking my clothes off."

Lance and Spike had to undo the lowest buttons, after Sara's bra was pretty well exposed and the buttons were way below her breasts. A sharp dresser, Lance was our acquaintance from dance-club days, and knew about Sara's penchant for exhibition, so he just reached up and briefly kneaded her breasts through her blouse before unhooking his button. Now there was only one button left. Sara pulled her blouse back, uncovering the bra that didn't cover much, and shook her breasts at us before she moved on to Spike, our final guest. His compact, muscular body supported a square-jawed, determined-looking face. Sara said quietly, "Spike, your button's pretty low, you'll just have to fondle my breasts first and then undo your button." 

He got in a couple of good boob squeezes before he received a nudge from Lance and got busy with his button. I stepped up behind Sara again and graciously slipped the open blouse off her shoulders, nuzzling her neck in the process. Now wearing just her lacy bra, skirt and panties, she was ready for some serious teasing. The bra pushed her breasts up and in, showing us a nice cleavage, of the sort that small-breasted women can't offer. The lace around the edges surrounded a large panel of nearly transparent gauze, so we could see her tits pretty well. Sara carefully folded the lace down until we could see her halo on each side, glowing pink in the bright light. She asked the guys, "Do you like my bra?", and most of them murmured that they did. "What do you like about it"?

Lance spoke up, "I like that we can see your tits through it." 

That got a laugh, but the laughing stopped quickly as Sara stuck two fingers into her left bra cup and played with her stiff nipple; we could see it bobbing and jumping. Tom finally got smart and complained, "I don't like your bra at all. I think you should get rid of it." 

"Best idea I've heard all night", Sara replied brightly. "I'm going to expose my boobs now." 

The bra hooked in the front, so when she unhooked it the edge of one cup was in each hand. Sara vigorously moved the cups around, showing us how soft and flexible those delicious mounds were. She lifted them up to her collarbone, and pulled them apart toward her shoulders. Then, borrowing a move from one of our rehearsals, she leaned back, let go of the bra, held her arms down behind her, and shook gently. It didn't take much for the wisp of material to slip away and fall behind her, leaving her swinging her naked boobs in front of us. She was stripping not with her hands, but with her boobs. Standing up straight again, she lifted them from below and moved them around, letting us see how the skin around their edges stretched and bent. 

A woman's breasts swell when she gets sexually excited, even if they are already as large as Sara's, and we all saw the difference. The halos were protruding from her breasts, her nipples pointing slightly upward and extending even further. "Ogod, Jim, all these men are loking at my bare boobs!" We all applauded. "But I think you deserve a closer look. After all, this is a personal party, not some night club. I want you to examine me." 

Sara walked over to Tim, sitting on the end of the row of men, and moved up knee-to-knee with him. To my surprise she leaned over, braced herself with her hands on his shoulders, and started jiggling her tits right in front of his face, inches from his very attentive eyes. While she was doing this she looked at me and pouted "The rules say they can't touch me, but I don't think there's anything about me touching them." 

Then looking at the rest of the envious crowd, "Don't worry, I want you all to see everything. I'm going to do this for each one of you." And she did, stopping in front of every guy, leaning over and giving him a close-up tit show. She bent her elbows to move in close to each man's upturned face, nearly grazing his lips and nose each time. We could smell her arousal. Getting full mileage from her exposure, she exclaimed, "Jim, these men are staring at my naked boobs. I love it. Thank you for sharing me with them."

Now it was my turn, as we continued with our plan. "Sara likes tit play, even rough play. Sometimes I can make her come just from playing with her tits."

Since she's short her tits were already at eye height. She stood in front of the group as I folded her arms behind her back, forcing her tits to jut out, turning her left and right to give everyone a good look from every angle, shoulders pulled back sharply. Then she waited for me to move in from behind and take a boob in each hand. The first touch was electric, surprising both me and her. It was the first time I had ever fondled her bare boobs for an audience. They felt so much sexier when other guys were watching, as though each pair of eyes multiplied the pleasure. 

After a lot of squeezing and stroking I took a nipple in each hand, holding it between my finger and thumb. I twisted, pinched and rolled the pink knobs, eliciting little involuntary squeals and gasps. I drew my fingers across the centers of her boobs, making her nipples lean over and then jump back as the fingers passed, then repeated faster and faster. A sexual glow appeared on Sara's upper torso, a sign of arousal that can't be faked. For the final move of this display I pulled hard on her nipples, lifting her boobs up and out, jiggling them slightly in their distended, stretched-out form. Her round boobs became cones. We could see the stress lines on her nipples, and the smoothness of her stretched halos. I knew this was a little painful, but I also knew that she wanted it. The guys went wild, and she did too.


Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 01



It took us all a minute to recover after I let go. Sara was breathing hard, and her audience had moved to the edge of their seats. Standing in front of them, her nipples gradually resuming their normal shape, she swayed gently to the music again, then leaned over and in a conspiratorial tone said, "Jim and I talked about whether I could show you my cunt. It's very personal, you know, it's the most intimate part of a woman's body. He decided it would be ok." 

Then she glared at Spike and asked, "Why are you looking at my eyes? My tits are down there." 

We all laughed again, breaking the tension. Just to tease us Sara lifted her skirt up to her waist, showing us her juicy thighs and little white panties, then leaned back into me again and lifted one leg until it was parallel to her body, the damp gusset of her panties barely obscuring her cunt, pubic hair peeking out both sides. She confided "Later I'm going to do this without the panties, so you can see my cunt better. I know it's dirty, but I want it that way." 

For now she stood up again, unzipped her expensive wool skirt on the side, and swiveled her hips until it fell. All her professional clothing gone, Sara became a beautiful woman lewdly displaying her body to men. Her thin panties had high sides, revealing lots of hip and thigh, and a very low center, well into her pubic hair. Sara inserted a finger below the leg seam and ran it all the way down to her crotch, then used the finger to stretch the lace away from her cunt. She turned to show each of us the curve of her outer cunt lips, but from the side we couldn't see much else. The tease.

Sara bit her lower lip, something she only does when she's well into a sexual haze, and began rolling her panties down. When the sides were down as low as the lowest part of the center panel she stopped and looked at me. I signaled her to roll them down further, to expose more. There was just a ribbon of cloth over the widest part of her hips. In mock shock she pleaded with me, "If I go any further all these men will see my cunt, dear."

I said firmly, "Keep rolling," and slowly her slit came into view.

Standing in front of five men she hardly knew, and me, Sara was wearing nothing but panties rolled halfway down her thighs. Panties and pubic hair were already damp, because she had been excited for some time. Our bodies betray us, preparing our genitals for fucking even when we don't intend to go that far.

"Jim, I did it! I'm naked, and they're all looking at me." She celebrated by lifting her arms above her head, jiggling her tits and swinging her hips around.

Everyone could see my wife's cunt lips now, the outer lips puffed up and pulled back like a flower blooming, the inner lips protruding. Some women have simple straight inner labia, but hers have ruffles and ripples, fleshy cushions that can cradle a cock or put on an impressive visual display. She did another close-up pass around the room, grabbing her inner labia with the fingers of each hand and pulling them apart, rubbing them up and down against each other and separately, generally showing us how smooth and flexible they are, and how good it felt for her to manipulate them. 

"I love showing you my open cunt. It's nasty but it feels wonderful. I hope you all like my cuntlips, they're kind of big and stretchy." We assured her that we did. Not many wives are anxious to display their cunts to guests they have just met.

"Now I want to show you more, I'll show you as much as I possibly can, but I need Jim's help again." 

I brought out a coffee table that we had moved aside for the stripping, and placed it close to the couch, one end nearest the audience. Sara spread her legs, straddling the end of the table, and laid down on her back, her legs on either side of the table and her cunt splayed wide open. 

In a throaty, quavering voice Sara said, "Jim is going to touch me now, and I'll get very excited, but you'll see right up into my cunt, I'll show you all the fleshy parts that normally you would only feel if you were fucking me."

I lubricated my fingers from her pubic thatch and inserted one of them into her pussy, easily sliding all the way in. Then I penetrated her with a second finger from the other hand. I worked them around, stretching that little hole in every direction, while Sara writhed and grunted, holding her thighs wide with her hands so that everyone could see. Involuntarily her hips began to push up and down in little fucking movements. I slid in a third finger, and a fourth, filling her hole. Sara was stretched, and I was ready. Slowly I pulled my two hands apart, fingers still sunk deep in her cunt, distending the red, living flesh of her pussy walls. One of the track lights 'just happened' to be at the right angle to shine directly up that gaping hole. 

Sara gasped, "I can't move much now, so you'll have to get up and take turns looking up my nice cock-sized hole. Tim, put your head right between my legs and move in close, don't let your shadow get in the way." 

Each man took a turn gazing into Sara's juicy cunt, looking in deeper than nature ever intended. They could see that the inside wasn't uniform; there were little areas of rough and smooth texture where the tissues that end in the clit extend back into the vagina. Sara couldn't see this, but she knew exactly what was happening and how much she was exposing. We could see little contractions of her cunt walls; I pointed them out, saying "Imagine your cock is inside that cunt, and Sara is squeezing it while you slide around in there."

This was exhibition about as intense as it could get; Sara began throwing her head from side to side, mad with sexual excitement. Too soon my fingers got tired, and her inner cunt walls began to dry out, so I withdrew and we all recovered again, though she remained splayed out on the table with her cunt in the spotlight. The music was forgotten, so I went over and turned it off. Sara sat up on the table with her legs still spread, leaning back with her arms supporting her from behind, her tits thrust out again, and complained "I'm showing you everything, but you guys haven't shown me anything yet. I'd like you to fish out your cocks so I can see them. That's only fair, I think."

Some of the guys seemed reluctant to comply, so Sara gently reminded them that it's ok to have an erection, she hoped her display was at least exciting enough for that. It turned out that two of the guys (to remain unnamed) were embarrassed because at the moment they didn't have erections, and were only semi-hard. Sara reassured them that that was ok too, you can't expect a guy to be continuously erect for hours. There was a mixture of big and small ones, circumcised and uncircumcised. She exclaimed, "I've never seen so many cocks all at once. I love cocks!" 

Getting up, Sara gave each very appreciative man's cock a little squeeze, pulled down on it and lowered a tit to its helmet, using her other hand to rub tit and cock together in a beautifully wicked display. I thought this pushed our rules, but I didn't say anything because it was so sexy; I wanted to see it as much as she wanted to do it.

For the final part of the evening, Sara, still naked and flushed with excitement, explained what we would do: "You've been great. For this last part you can ask me to pose any way you like, no limits. And I'll move any way you want. Lance, you can go first, and then anybody with an idea can suggest something."

It turned out that Lance was an ass man; he asked Sara "Get on your hands and knees on the table there, get that booty facing us, spread your knees, and move your hips forward and back like you were fucking someone."

She bravely turned around and tried that, but couldn't get much motion, so she asked the guys "Get up and stand behind me while I do this on the couch."

There it was more comfortable; she could spread her knees until her cunt almost touched the couch, and make large forward and back fucking motions with her hips. "Do you like this? I love it, it's hot. I can feel my cuntlips squeezing open and shut each time I push. I can even imagine fucking you."

Spike reminded us that we hadn't yet displayed Sara standing naked with her leg straight up, cunt open, as we had promised when she still had her panties on (that already seemed like weeks ago). So I held her by her hips and turned her around while she lifted her leg and held onto it, lewdly displaying her open cunt. She said, "I love this pose. It really opens up my cunt, and you can see my boobs sway too. It's better than just being naked, because I'm actively displaying myself. Enjoy, guys." They did, moving in close and kneeling right in front of her cunt.

Rod had the next idea. "Sara, stand up and spread your legs. I want to lie underneath you looking up, so you're all tits and twat, looking down at me."

That was easily done. Rod reclined on the floor as Sara straddled his hips, facing his head, and smiled down at him, her hair brushing her boobs. She even volunteered a lean-over until her tits were nearly in his mouth. He slid away, and each guy took a turn from that angle. While she was exhibiting herself this way she exclaimed, "Oh god, I'm such a slut, Jim. I'm completely naked in front of all these guys you found, I'm posing shamelessly. I love it." We did too.

Tom took a turn. "Sara, you're so beautiful I can't stand it. I'd like you to lie down on your back on the carpet. We'll all gather around, and Jim can stroke your clit and fondle it like he did your tits, while you slide your fingers in and out of your vagina."

Sara gripped her crotch in one hand, anticipating the stimulation, and said "Wow, Tom! That's really intense. But I did say anything goes, so let's do it." 

We sat on the carpet with a naked Sara lying in front of us, so small and so close, her lovely boobs leaning off to each side. She put her heels together, spread her knees as wide as they would go, formed three fingers into a triangle and inserted them together, a little improvised cock. They made a squishing sound going in and out. I leaned in toward her distended clit that we could already see; she jumped when I touched it, even though she expected it. I mercilessly pulled, twisted and flicked that clit. Sara started writhing, making little mewing sounds, and gasping. After only a minute or two she came, the culmination of hours of foreplay in the presence of our audience. Her whole face and torso turned bright red, the rhythmic movements of her hips became stronger as she lifted them off the carpet, and she screamed and creamed at the same moment. We all stared, collectively holding our breath, at this ultimate intimacy. I think Tom had figured out that this would happen with that kind of stimulation, though Sara and I hadn't planned for her to have an orgasm in front of our guests.

After a long climax Sara sank back exhausted, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. She was finished for the night. When she regained her senses she weakly asked me to retrieve the men's coats. But when I returned to the living room I found her leaning forward on the coffee table, the men crouched around her naked body while she whispered something I couldn't hear. When she saw me, she announced in a louder voice "I'm going to stay naked and give you each a juicy kiss goodnight, since you've all been so nice helping me live out my fantasies. It's been terriffic to display myself to you. Let's do it again soon." Sara padded over to the door, reminding the guys to tuck in their cocks while I distributed the coats. 

Tim said goodnight first; Sara reached up and planted a wet kiss on his cheek while his left hand, facing me, went around her back. I couldn't see his right hand. A quick pat on her ass, and he was out the door. Tom was next; I saw Sara arch her back, pushing her naked tits toward him during the kiss, this time on the mouth. Each guy repeated this little ceremony with variations, but always embracing her with only the arm closest to me. Lance was the last out, with Sara working her hips forward and back while they kissed and he kneaded her soft round ass.

As soon as the door closed, Sara looked at me with wide eyes, jumped on the couch and pulled me down on her. My cock was still out, but immediately it was in, buried in that well-used snatch, pushing deep until our pubic bones bumped. Pistoning furiously, I chewed on her nipples, even though I knew they would be sore after so much public fondling, but I didn't care and neither did she. Delirious with built-up sexual need, we pumped without letup until I came, thrust after thrust, each one a new discovery of ecstasy. Just as I was running out her cunt gripped me hard and she came again.

After it was over she kept me inside her, looked up at me and gasped, "Oh Jim, I can't describe how wonderful that was. They saw my tits, and my ass, and inside my cunt, really close up. I danced for them, and you pulled on my nipples and they saw my clit up close and I came for them. Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

"Sara, my love, I saw your joy and wonder and excitement all night. I saw that fantastic body in ways I never did before, and I think I liked tonight as much as you did. Well, almost. Now tell me, my little sex bomb, what was going on with those goodnight kisses?"

"Sex bomb? Oo! Well, while you were away I told them they could fondle a tit or even feel up my cunt while they were kissing me goodnight, but only with the hand you couldn't see. Isn't that wonderfully wicked? Most of them just pinched a nipple or cupped my crotch, but Lance actually finger-fucked me, hard. I almost came again. Next time, I want them to touch me all night." With that I knew two things. First, this would go further, and second, I was no longer in control of the rules.

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Thanks to Kamea kuuipo for editing.



Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 02



Chapter 2: An Exhibition

For the next few days Sara couldn't stop talking about having exposed her body to men she didn't know, and how exciting it had been. "Did you see their eyes light up when they first saw my tits? And when you opened up my pussy for them to look inside, that was so intense! But you're not going to believe this, the most exciting parts were when they brushed my boobs, and when I rubbed their cockheads with them, that was really nasty, and when they fondled me while I kissed them goodnight. Oh, besides climaxing in front of them, of course. I can't believe we really did all that stuff!"

I had loved watching my lovely Sara display her naked beauty to other men, fondling her tits for her and opening her cunt so that they could see. It turned me on in a peculiar, indirect way, where I could experience her sexual power in different ways, and dominate the whole situation. I loved the erotic atmosphere of our party. Both of us wanted to go further with our five voyeurs. 

The evening's exposure had developed a tactile side to Sara's exhibitionism. She reminded me that sexual encounters often begin as mostly visual, and touching comes as things progress. That's the appeal and the disappointment of porn, and of strip shows - the initial visual excitement is there, but it never progresses to the ultimately satisfying tactile/personal level. Now she wanted that too. Next time there would be more touching, men feeling up her body while she felt them. 

Lying in bed, we discussed our next party. What should the ground rules be? "I want them to touch my breasts, I want them to squeeze them and pinch my nipples." As Sarah spoke, I could feel her move her hands, touching herself the way she described wanting to be touched. I imagined the sounds she would make, the way her body would writhe as they caressed and squeezed. 

"Mm-m, I'd love that," I whispered. She pushed the covers back and cupped her breasts, as though offering herself to her new audience. Between my legs, she felt my cock twitch. 

"But I think I want more than that, Jim. Ogod, I feel so nasty. I want them to touch my pussy - finger-fuck me while you watch. And I could kiss their stiff cocks, and suck..." Her voice trailed off. She sighed, "Ogod. Just talking about it's making me horny." 

She was making the rules as daring as she could, but in fact I couldn't wait to see those men take sexual liberties with my wife, to touch her and make her squirm. "I'm going to do nasty things to you while they watch, you little sex-toy. I'm going to make you a complete slut, like meat. We'll touch and fondle and squeeze and penetrate. Do you want that?" 

I could tell by the way she was breathing that she loved the idea of it. But she snickered, "Since you put it so delicately I want it more than ever." 

She turned over and snuggled next to me, gently squeezing my cock. "I'm tired of always being the nice woman in the neat suit. Sometimes I want to be a slut - a slut who craves being exposed. At first I thought it would just be good fun, but..." Sarah nestled her lips against my ear. "I crave it, I can't resist." 

I shivered, and thought for a moment, picturing the entire scenario. "Let's make it different this next time. Let's plan it in detail. For a start, you should wear something that shows more skin."

Sara chuckled again, "I'll find something completely scandalous, and then act like it's perfectly routine to be invited in by a half-naked housewife." She moved her leg over mine and pressed her soft pussy against my thigh, rubbing slowly. "It's so thrilling to break the rules. Married women don't just go around taking their panties off in front of men they aren't married to. Next time we'll do stuff that's even wilder," she promised. 

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

"Oh Jim, I'm so glad you understand. Every time one of them touches me in some forbidden place I'll appreciate you more, for letting it happen, for helping it happen."

Sara admitted that having the guys play with her cunt, and giving them lots of oral and manual sex, would be an awesome turn-on; she wanted lots of it. Then she turned serious: "Jim, remember when we made cosmic love after our guys left? At the end I turned around and spread my legs, you churned into me and we both came. It was the best climax of my life! But it wasn't just us - I was imagining our five men sitting right in front of us, watching your cock slide in and out of me, showing them how sexy fucking is." 

That last part was a bit of a truism, but her point was made. Sara snuggled close and murmured in my ear, "I want to show them what I'm like when I'm fucking, what my pussy looks like filled with your cock, what the whole experience feels like. Jim, I hope it isn't giving too much of ourselves, but I really need to show them everything. I'm going to fondle their cocks, and lick them, and maybe I'll even suck them right in front of you, you can watch it up close. You can be right next to a cock that's spurting into my mouth - you can't see that when you do it to me yourself. Oh god, that's dirty, but I'll love it, and you'll see, you'll love it too." Now she was squeezing my cock with her hand.

"This is really nasty, Jim, and I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but next time, could you go all the way with me while they watch? Please? Jesus, it makes me tingle just to say it." I felt her damp muff slide up against my thigh.

To my surprise I liked the idea, the ultimate exhibition of Sara. The kind of heavy-duty exhibitionism that she craved was showing off what you do, not just what your body looks like. The more I thought about it the more I knew we had to do it. They could watch Sara fuck, close up and intimate. They couldn't help but feel what a great experience it is, how alive and responsive she is. And I got stiff just thinking of fucking her in front of others, raw and open. She noticed.

Later we talked a lot about what position we would use for our show, but we couldn't decide on one. Just talking about it was so exciting that we had to discuss it in short bursts, before we attacked each other. Finally we worked out a great variety of moves and postures. Sara wanted to suck our guys' cocks while we fucked so that they could feel her fucking moves through their cocks. She wanted two cocks inside her at once. She also suggested having guys fondle her boobs while she sat up on me. I love being inside Sara, and I love seeing her boobs squeezed, so doing both was great with me. I could grab her ass, lift her up and down on myself, and still see her boobs get handled. This exhibitionism was driving her further into extreme sexual display and wanton behavior. It was going to be quite a night, if I could hold out long enough.

Since we were going to let the guys cum in Sara's mouth, there was a danger of disease, so I contacted Rod to see if he could get some medical help. He knew a discrete doctor who could do the necessary tests quickly. I called our team of men and arranged a time for our next little party. They were considerably more flexible now, more than willing to rearrange their schedules for us, or more precisely for Sara, or even more precisely for Sara's voluptuous body. Each of them liked the new rules, agreed to enforce them on the others, and was willing to get tested. (Fortunately they all turned out clean.) I invited them for cocktails before we began to strip Sara, so she could get to know them a bit better before they felt up her body. 

A few days later we got a small package in the mail. It contained a beautiful crocheted dress, in a blue shade that complemented Sara's natural coloring. The weave was so open that her tits protruded through two of the holes in the fabric. The effect was wonderfully erotic - the dress covered everything and covered nothing. It fit perfectly, a slit up each side all the way to her hips. She decided to wear this and nothing else as she greeted our guests. They would see her gorgeous body, right at the front door. We couldn't figure out who sent it, but it was obviously one of the men in our little voyeurs' club, the men who would watch us fuck soon. The day before our party we found a message on our phone saying that we would all be having dinner at our house, but not to prepare anything. This seemed strange, but we went along with it. Since we would all be sitting together, I made up little programs for each guest's place.

Sara was in her open blue dress an hour before the guys were due, barefoot and itching for the party to start. She couldn't wait to display herself again. Usually she doesn't wear makeup; other women use it to try to look as good as she does without it. But tonight her lips had a red-orange tint. Looking more closely, she had applied the same lipstick to her nipples and her areolas. The color was more saturated than her natural pink, giving her tits an aggressively sexual edge. She always knew just what to do.

Sara put her arms around me and looked me in the eye. "Jim, tonight's party's going to be even better than the first one. I'm damp already. I'm going to show them my body, they're going to feel me up, I'll get to suck on their cocks and make them cum on my body - and in my mouth. Oh god, I'm going to be shameless, a complete slut. And we'll fuck! Right in front of them!" She gave me a hard hump with her hips. "They'll move in close and watch your cock slide into me. They'll fondle my whole body while we do it. I'd better stop thinking about it or I'll make myself cum before they even get in the door." Her hips were already grinding aggressively into my leg, leaving a wet spot at the crotch of her dress. I had to use some real will power to keep from taking her right there.

Sara jumped when the doorbell rang. Quickly she ran to the door, her nipples swelling with each step, and primped a bit before answering, making sure that each nipple stuck out prominently through her dress. Opening the door we were surprised to find all five of our guests, grinning and carrying packages. 

"Hi, guys," she chirped, "are you here to ogle me?" 

Lance answered for the group, "Hi Jim, hi Sara. Thanks for having us over. We came to lick your tits and take all kinds of liberties with you, but first it's our turn to entertain you." I think they all noticed the wet spot on her dress.

In minutes the guys set out a paper tablecloth, paper plates, and a complete gourmet Chinese meal for seven. As we ate, Sara asked how all this got coordinated. Tom answered, "I was first out the last time, so I waited in your driveway for the other guys and we organized some things. You're giving us so much, we thought we should give back a little. This meal is only the beginning. And you look super-sexy in that little dress with your tits sticking out, and nicely decorated."

Lance added, "I like your lipstick, and I like how it looks on your nipples too. I love how it draws attention to those great boobs, it gives us an excuse to look at them. You are one sexy woman." 

"Uh, my boobs thank you, but you don't need an excuse. I like it when you look. And the package?"

Rod replied, "It was supposed to be from all of us, but I'll confess I got it." 

"Well, it was great," Sara responded, her nipples prominent and stiff already. "Actually the gift was this dress. I love it - it shows my whole body, but it pulls so tight around my boobs that a little mound of flesh pokes out through each hole in the fabric, and my nipples stick out even further. And it even lifts them up so you can see them better. Ogod, I'm such a slut." She laughed and wiggled her tits to show us how nicely the dress gave support without hiding anything. A well-chosen scanty costume can be sexier than nudity, at least for a while.

When we sat down the guys discovered the programs that I had printed out in a fancy font like a wedding invitation: "Mr. And Mrs. James Burke request the pleasure of your attendance at a dinner and entertainment at their home. Mrs. Burke will attend dinner in a dress that will display all parts of her body. Following the meal she will engage in the following activities with her guests: * Displaying her naked body, including breasts, vagina and clitoris. * Accepting kisses and caresses on any part of her body. * Stimulating the penis of any guest to ejaculation with her hands. * Taking the penis of any guest into her mouth and stimulating it to ejaculation. * Welcoming fingers and tongues of guests on her breasts and in her vagina. * Squeezing the penises of guests between her breasts for sexual stimulation. * Engaging in sexual intercourse with her husband in front of the group. * Performing oral and manual sex with guests during the sexual intercourse."

Sara sat as demurely as could be expected, while the guys discussed the program and read out parts of it with their comments. She actually blushed with embarrassment from the contrast between what would normally be expected of a married hostess and what was happening, her painted nipples straining out through her dress, legs squeezing together involuntarily. We casually got acquainted, Sara recovering her usual poise, but idly brushing her nipples while she asked the guys about themselves.

Tim was a graduate student in history; given his job market, he said he's in training to be a really interesting cab driver. Tom was studying engineering, and studying Sara's tits while he spoke. Sitting right next to her, he was getting a good look. It was great that the men were comfortable staring at her body; of course she liked being stared at, an unspoken subtext of our little gathering.

Lance was in business representing a manufacturing firm, and had to travel; his wife also had to travel a lot for her job, so they didn't see as much of each other as they would like, but they got along fine when they were together. Spike was a firefighter, promoted to a desk job with the city, but he retained a muscular fitness - and an appreciation of danger. He was recently divorced. While this was going on I came around behind Sara and gently lowered the straps of her dress so that it was held up only by her boobs.

We told them about ourselves. I described some of Sara's erogenous zones: the little depression at the top of her collarbone, and inside her ears, and the crease at the bottom of her ass cheeks, reaching forward all the way under her crotch. Then she grew impatient to start her exposure, and asked me to review the rules for the evening. I told the men that she would strip for us, and then we would all use her naked body.

At the end of dinner we had one more surprise: On a signal from Rod all the guys fished police-like badges out of their pockets and pinned them on their shirts. Each one said 'Chief Enforcer.' I asked, "What's that about?"

Rod chuckled, "Well, when we were talking in your driveway last time, Lance boasted that he was the assigned 'enforcer' to see that nobody stepped out of line. Pretty soon we figured out that we were all enforcers. We had a good laugh. Tom suggested the badges. Since I have the money, I had them made up. It's pretty clear that all the guys are sticking to the rules, in exchange for incredible erotic experiences, so we thought we could dispense with the enforcer charade." Sara and I could only agree. Our group of strangers had become co-conspirators in our special brand of no-holds-barred exhibitionism.

Sara leaned forward, hands in her lap and tits spilling out on the table, and asked "Last time we did lots of outrageous things. What did you guys like best?"

Lance volunteered, "When you squeezed my cock I about died. You slid it up and down, in front of your husband and all these guys. It was the best I've ever had." 

Rod liked it when Sara rubbed his cock with her tits. "You have great tits, Sara. Full and bouncy and soft, big hard nipples..."

Sara unconsciously pushed a finger into and out of her mouth. "I love this dirty talk, guys, My pussy's tingling already thinking about what we did at that party, and what we're going to do tonight."

"I never imagined that there were women like you," Tim added. "You strip naked in front of us, you actually love to get your tits and your pussy felt up while we watch. Jim must be unique too, because he likes all this. He even seems to get hugely turned on by all these guys seeing his woman expose herself. Why do you to do it?"

"Well, it's hard to describe," I answered. "Um, think about going to a nice restaurant. It's much more fun going with someone else. And sometimes it's even more fun with a group. For us, it's the same with sex. Sharing Sara with other men is our newest thrill. She loves sex, and she loves attention."

"My sex drive seems to be stronger than other women's - I need fucking all the time, and I got a super buzz from showing you my naked body. Men like Jim are so rare, I'm amazingly lucky I ran into him. He's confident enough to enjoy the erotic experience without getting jealous. We're so suited to each other. But we're on new ground here, we've never done things like this before."

We moved to the living room so that Sara could start her show. By now I was tingling as much as she was. First she lifted her dress. "I know you can already see my pussy, but I know you want a better look. Oo, isn't that nasty?" 

After gyrating her hips a bit she raised the hem to her waist, displaying her naked cunt again, then pulled it up and over her tits. We could see little criss-cross welts on her boobs and hips where the dress had been particularly tight. Her arms above her head, she shook violently to make her boobs jiggle. 

Now we were ready to go further. I announced, "I want to show you a few things about Sara. You'll be caressing her boobs pretty soon. When she's aroused her nipples get really long. You can pull on the tip, like this, and still have enough shaft left to rub sideways, like this." 

As I demonstrated, she murmured as though just to me, "Jim, you're getting me hot. You know what that does to me, and they're all watching."

I ignored her protests. "You can be pretty rough with her nipples, but on the pink halo she prefers a gentle touch, like this. You can rub and squeeze the rest of her boobs, she loves that, but she doesn't like to get poked." 

I invited everyone to strip to the waist, then stand in a circle with Sara in the center. She was required to present herself, arms above her head, to allow each of the men in turn to fondle her tits. I wanted everyone to get a good feel of them. And to see better as well as to get a good feel, I joined the circle myself.

Sara folded her arms above her head, forcing her tits higher and making them protrude, obscene balls of forbidden flesh. Rod covered those balls with both hands, squeezing with his fingers around the edges, then pulling on both nipples. His fingers were turning orange. "Sara, your breasts feel fantastic. So full and so soft."

This was the first time anyone in the group other than me had touched her tits out in the open. On the opposite side of the circle, Lance found Sara's ass right in front of his hands, so he stroked the soft globes. Sara exclaimed, "Look Jim, he's fondling my boobs, he's touching my nipples, and somebody is stroking my ass. It feels wonderful." I think there's a direct connection from her boobs to my cock. 

Sara moved to Tom, the next guy in the circle, offering her boobs to him. He explored with his hands, then pulled on the tip of a nipple and stroked the sides as I had demonstrated, evoking a gasp. She pushed her chest out toward him, offering a better feel. The ass fondling continued with each new guy. As she progressed from man to man she became more and more excited, her crotch already soaked and the aroma of sex perfusing the small circle. I got the last turn. She was on display, and she knew it.

I invited Spike to kiss Sara and slide a finger into her pussy. He cocked his head, looked at me and said, "Ok, if you insist." Then to her, "Do you really want it, babe?"




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 02



He put his arms around my naked wife, stroking her back, and she reciprocated. Gently he touched his lips to hers, but she immediately tilted her head, opened her mouth and attacked. We could see their jaws working as tongues flashed in and out, penetrating one another. He leaned forward, arching her back, and slid a hand down to her bush; she jerked when his finger went inside. Her hips began rotating toward his, and he rotated back. I called time, so they separated, a little flushed, but Spike kept his finger in her cunt so everyone could see it. "Look guys, ain't she hot?"

Sara was still posturing, pulling her shoulders back to show the guys her boobs, so I told her to sit on Tom's lap and "let him play with your boobs any way he wants. He can stroke, squeeze, kiss, pinch, whatever." 

We all squeezed onto the couch as she gave her tits to Tom. He pushed them up and together, then with his tongue lashed one, then the other. He bounced them in his hands, brushed them with his moustache, and tried to get one into his mouth as his tongue swirled over her nipple. She rocked forward in ecstasy, her forehead against his. Tim and I felt her thighs tighten around Tom's hips when he attacked the other boob with his teeth. 

When he was finished, Sara showed us all her two glistening, distended nipples and moist areolas. I had really enjoyed watching her get mauled from close up. She murmured, "Jim, you got to see what my nipples do when a guy bites them. You've never seen that before. And Tom, never shave that moustache." I was seeing my wife in whole new ways.

I had Sara offer up her tits to each of the men in turn, letting them do whatever they wanted with them. One guy rubbed one tit against the other; another guy slapped them and got slapped in the face by Sara's boobs in return. Most of the guys had to adjust themselves while she was sitting on them. At the end we had six turned-on men and one turned-on naked woman. Both tits were covered with little red marks from various squeezing and pinching.

I called a break. Sara sat naked in one of the easy chairs, modestly crossing her legs while I served drinks. The get-acquainted banter was gone - now it was about sex and about our relationship, especially our exhibitionism. I explained that we were both very visual people, voyeurs perhaps; we had learned that in the first hour of our acquaintance. "I love seeing Sara's body, and she loves showing it, so we get along great. I love to watch her get excited by exhibiting herself - I've never met another woman who's even remotely like her. Sexual touching is a whole new area for us, but so far I'm really into it, and for her it's like a drug. Oh, and while we talk everyone should visit the front bathroom, right down that hall." 

The guys dutifully took turns, thinking that we wanted to avoid interrupting our session by having to pee, but when they got there they found 5 washcloths, each with a nametag that also said "Wash your penis with me." The washcloths were soaked in antiseptic with a bit of lubricant, that Sara and I though would facilitate cock-play as well as reduce the danger of disease. This was the real world, after all, not a porn film. Also in the bathroom they found a rather arresting photograph hanging on the wall, a large-format shot of Sara lying naked, one leg tastefully draped over her crotch but her breasts on full display. It was her subtle way of displaying herself to houseguests without them having to comment on it, as though finding it were accidental.

Sara described some of her history. "You wouldn't believe how many guys were intimidated by my exhibitionism. Before I met Jim I had a hard time holding onto boyfriends. They just didn't understand the thrill I get from displaying my body to other guys. Jim knows I love him, so it's ok that other guys strip me and fondle me. Now he's getting to watch me act out my sexuality."

I added, "You might think Sara's unique, but she's just gone in the direction lots of women go in. Every time you see some girl in a short skirt, or a low-cut dress, she's wearing that to show you her body, or some of it. She doesn't have to do that, she does it because she wants to. Sara just carries it further."

Tom asked Sara why she put so much emphasis on her breasts. She said, "Breasts are only there for one reason: to attract men." She held up her breasts to demonstrate. "See? You all love it. The actual milk gland is just a little thin layer on top - most of the breast is just for sex. There's even a theory that breasts are echoes of the butt. That's another thing you only see on humans."

"Ok, Sara", interrupted Lance, "If the butt's such a big deal, how do you feel about anal sex?"

"Well, Lance, the vagina's been evolving for millions of years to feel as great as possible to a cock. In my experience, most guys think it's pretty good. The asshole's been evolving for millions of years to handle shit. Any more questions?"

Sara was getting restless, shifting in her chair and spreading her legs wide. She was ready for the next stage. "Sara, take off the rest of Tom's clothes, then give his cock a squeeze until it's hard. Then do that to everybody."

As Tom stood, Sara dutifully knelt down in front of him, undoing his pants and pulling down his briefs. A semi-hard cock appeared, slick with lubricant, which Sara squeezed and stroked until it was nice and hard. It didn't take long. I stripped at the same time so he wouldn't be the only naked man, even briefly. Tim ran his fingers through Sara's hair while she stripped him and touched his cock for the first time. I moved in close to watch - she had a dreamlike expression as she handled another guy's cock right in front of her husband. She pulled back on it, making the skin glisten as it stretched. Tim involuntarily pushed his hips forward. His long, thin cock had an upward curve near the end that fascinated her. She played that cock like an instrument, pressing on the underside just where the head meets the shaft, and rubbing the very top. She kissed the tip and moved on.

Sara continued with the rest of the cocks - I mean men. She paid special attention to Lance, and to Rod's impressive member, tipped with a large reddish ball and already oozing precum that she deftly scooped up and tasted. Looking up at him, she cooed "Cocks fascinate me, so many different ones, I like yours for its size and its squeezability. Is that a word?" She wrapped both hands around it, making a tight ring with each thumb and forefinger, and slid vigorously up and down. Somehow his cockhead found its way to one of her tits, 'accidentally' bouncing against the nipple as she threw his cock left and right. She gently lifted his balls, remarking on the contrast between a man's hard body and his soft, delicate scrotum. She wanted to touch everything, and she did.

After the last man was stripped and the last cock attended to, Sara sat back to admire her work. She saw five very aroused men, six including me; two of them had come dangerously close to ejaculating right at the beginning of our cock-and-cunt play. She noted that "It's so cool to be naked in my living room with my six naked admirers. I think I'm about to be forced to do even naughtier things." 

I asked Sara if she wouldn't mind sliding Lance's cock into her mouth, and take in the whole thing. Sara looked at me with big eyes, then turned to his cock, already erect and pulsating with anticipation. "You want me to suck his cock, right here in front of everybody? Oo, that's so nasty."

This was another first for us, the first time that Sara had sucked anyone but me since we were married. Swirling that cock in her mouth, she bobbed progressively further down on it until in one stroke she took the entire thing, her lips teasing his pubic hair. Everyone saw that she had mastered the deep-throat technique; I explained that we had been practicing it a lot in preparation for tonight. One trick she uses is to swallow just as the cock reaches the back of her mouth, then quickly push it all the way in. The other trick is to tilt her head back, to make a straight path down her throat as the cock penetrates. All the guys expressed sympathy for me, having to endure all that cock-swallowing for their eventual benefit. Hey, someone's got to do it. 

Coming up for air, Sara mused that she liked cock-sucking because her tongue and lips have more control than her cunt muscles, and she can feel the cock up close. Then without asking she took each guy's cock into her mouth and gave it the same treatment, cum all over her face and tits. As she continued licking and sucking, and the guys enjoyed being licked and sucked, Rod asked me "Doesn't it bother you that your woman is sucking other guys' cocks, and they're cumming all over her while we all watch?" 

"Rod, I really get off on this. It's one of the most exciting events of my life. My wife's being displayed and enjoyed, she loves every second. I get to see it and experience everything. And afterward we will have a cosmic megafuck, I assure you." Sara heard that and glanced my way, lust in her eyes.

We took a break, getting new drinks and sitting comfortably in the living room. Sara slumped into an easy chair, one leg draped across each arm. Even when we were resting she wanted to exhibit herself. We got to talking about our backgrounds: Rod asked how we met. I described how, at the beach, I approached her because she had the briefest bikini, no other reason; it was just luck that we met. The first time I embraced her I touched great expanses of naked hip and thigh. She had a way of subtly posing for me. I described how I first saw her in a crowd from the back, and I enjoyed ogling the lush curve of her half-exposed ass and the furrow between her ass and her thighs, even before I saw her face. She scowled and pouted, "You never told me that, you pervert!" 

I retorted "It's not like you would have objected - you've always been a hopeless exhibitionist. And you were the one who tucked your bathing suit up so men could see your ass in the first place. Look at you right now, you're naked, your legs are splayed out so that six guys can ogle your open cunt." 

"I guess you got me there. I've always loved having men look at my body."

"There's a difference between the sort of looking you do at the beach and what we're doing here," I added. "Sara's letting you into her personal space, naked. Seeing her in that space is a lot more intimate than seeing her from a distance." Our guests could only agree.

Tim said that he had looked Sara up on the web. "So how did you get involved with modern dance in college? It's pretty far from economics."

"Actually, I wasn't that interested in it 'till I went to a dance performance on campus. I loved the way the dancers moved, all slinky and sinuous. Then for one number the women wore tight purple leotards, almost see-through, and that's all. They kneeled on stage and waved their arms and bodies with their arms above their heads, while the men crawled around between them. The women were supposed to be stinging jellyfish and the men were their victims, but what I saw was women exhibiting their bodies to men who were right next to them. A couple of times the men brushed against the women's tits; I don't think we were supposed to notice that, but I sure did! At the end the men were stung, they collapsed into the laps of the women. Their heads landed next to the women's crotches, looking up at their tits. I had to do that, so I joined a class. Eventually I got to dance on stage wearing even less than that."

"Tell us the details," Tim pleaded. "We want to hear all about how you showed yourself."

"Well, I enjoyed prancing around in tight things in front of the men in my classes. About half of them were gay, but half weren't, and they loved peeking at me. I gave them lots of opportunities, without being too obvious, I hope. Then one time we were imitating cabaret dancers. By this time I was more advanced, I was helping with choreographing and costuming. I thought we should dance naked, but the instructor balked and some of the dancers did too. So we compromised on thongs for the women and jockstraps for the men, all skin-tone. We really looked naked on stage. I was thrilled, because my tits would be totally exposed; I made up dance moves that would push our tits out toward the men, and as lead dancer I jiggled my bare tits and did lots of splits that nearly spilled my pussy out. I got hot at every rehearsal. And the performances really got me going, I was showing my tits to the dancers and to the audience too. It was all for art, of course, but for me it was all for sex."

"Wow! I wish I'd been there." 

"That was a long time ago. Now I dance mostly during sex."

"We've noticed," Tom quipped.

Tim asked the question on everyone's mind: "What about the intercourse that Jim promised on our programs at dinner?

I interjected, "That's what's next, guys. I'm going to fuck Sara, hard, in front of all of you. It's a big step, but we both want to go there. We'll use lots of positions. You'll get to fondle her and even get your cocks swallowed while mine is inside her."

Sara stared at me and bit her lip. "I'm actually going to show you his cock sliding into me - you can see it as close up as you want. It's the ultimate exhibition, I want desperately for you to see it. Oh god, I'm almost cuming just thinking about it, it's so hot."

Tim asked what seemed like a stupid question. "Sara, why do they call a woman 'hot'? Why not excited, or sexy, or something else?"

"I'll show you, Tim. Come over here and hold your hand just over my pussy. Feel anything?"

"I'll be damned. I can feel the heat radiating from it!"

"There. Now be a good boy and give my hot pussy a good squeeze before you sit down again. Don't get burned. Ah, that feels marvelous. Jim, I'm ready for the public fucking to start. Oh, I am so ready. Did everybody hear me? Fucking!"

It looked like getting an erection wasn't going to be a problem. "She wants you to see it all. Sara, are you ready?" 

"Am I ever! I've been waiting for this all night, actually all my life."

Our first position was to be from behind, so everyone could see the penetration. Sara reclined on her side on the carpet, under our bright track lights, facing our audience on the couch. She lifted one leg straight up as I snuggled in behind her and slid my cock along the length of her cuntlips. I asked Lance, "Would you mind coming over here and spreading Sara's cuntlips for me? It'll help everyone to see my cock disappear into her hole." 

"Oh god, I'm going to let you do it with all these guys watching me, and one of them is going to pull my pussy open while you fuck it? Jim, you're depraved; it's why I love you."

Lance pulled Sara's outer lips apart, and I moved up to touch her hole with the tip of my cock. Sara flinched and cried "Stop!"

Disappointed, I asked, "Cold feet?"

"Oh god, no. Jim, this is so intense I almost exploded when you touched me. Not an orgasm, I just got overwhelmed. You know how hot our fucking usually is, and just now it was like every emotion was on steroids. I can see their eyes staring through my pussy. This was all a fantasy, a dream, until I felt your cock touch me, then the reality hit me like a hammer. When you touch me, it's like five touches, or a million... Ok, now I'm ready. Penetrate me."

Five men watched as Sara grabbed the head of my cock and I slowly slid it into her. She flinched and cried out, but stayed with it this time. "Jim, you're actually inside me. Look at us, guys, we're fucking for you."

"Not yet, we aren't," I growled, shoving myself further into Sara. Everyone could see her cunt accommodate my cock. She was so wet that I slowly slid in all the way, then started stroking. Lance was still holding her open, so I got good stimulation only when I was in deep. That cunt felt even more wonderful than usual, warm and tight, her muscles involuntarily massaging my cock with little twitches and squeezes. I'd never been so hard in my life. For a while I lost track of everything except the overwhelming pleasure of Sara's sweet cunt.

"That's enough in this position. Sara, lean over the arm of the chair and prepare to get properly fucked."

"Yes sir, if you must, violate me!"

I came up from behind and slid my cock into her again. In this position I could push much harder. I inched just the head in as Sara wiggled and pushed back, trying to climb onto it. Then in one lunge I penetrated all the way. Her whole body shook, and she moaned "Ogod, Jim, they're all watching, I feel so exposed, it's wonderful."

The pounding continued with a couple of dozen long, hard strokes, each eliciting a grunt from Sara. Her boobs jiggled on each stroke, while a wave of undulating flesh flowed up across her ass. She looked our men in the eye, one by one, and her voice oozed out, "Look guys, oof, I'm getting royally fucked, uhh, it feels so great I can't, ahh, stand it."

Just in time I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices, twitching with a near-climax. Sara looked back at me over her shoulder, disappointed, but I told her "That fuck wasn't intense enough. Now you're going to sit on my cock and control the action, and our friends are going to move in. Instead of me fucking you, you're going to fuck me."

"I'm ready to fuck you, Jim, while these guys fondle me."

On my back under the lights I told Sara, "Hey, wife, get your naked body over here and straddle my hips. Now squat down, grab my cock, that's it, and slide me into that hot cunt. Ah! Now turn around." 

Sara pivoted to the posture that we had fantasized with after our last party. Some guys were watching her ass rise and fall on my cock, while the others sat at her feet, watching her tits bounce as she pushed my cock all the way in. I reached up to fondle her tits while she fucked me. "Guys, I think this woman needs more stimulation. Rod, get behind her and pinch her nipples. You'll have to be rough so she can feel it through the fucking." He pulled - the guys could see her boobs jiggle as he shook Sara's nipples while she bounced up and down. He pulled hard, one tit to the left and the other to the right, stretching her boobs apart. Her skin glistened.

"I see an unused hole. Any volunteers to slide something into my wife's mouth?" 

Lance had a nice hard-on, so he came forward and stood beside her; Sara moaned, turned her head, grabbed his cock firmly in one fist, and plunged his cockhead past her lips and teeth. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her onto his shaft. She was totally consumed with sex, three men stimulating her and three more watching the lewd slut in action. Had I really invited a guy to stick his cock in my wife's mouth? "Sara," I yelled, "You're such a slut, three men sexing you up at once, you have a cock in your mouth, you have another one stuffed up your cunt, a guy mauling your tits, and three other guys watching everything."

Any longer and I would have come before we were finished, so I lifted Sara up and slid out. She straightened her legs, but leaned over to keep Lance's cock in her mouth. I said that it was time to show our men a fourth fuck position. She didn't want to let go, so I let her keep Lance in her mouth while she knelt down on her hands and knees. Once she got good traction on the carpet she attacked Lance's cock even harder, shoving it all the way in, and he came loudly, stroke after stroke. When he finally withdrew, Sara looked at me and said "What? So a guy just came in my mouth. Kiss me." I did; she deposited a thick white present in my mouth. I was so surprised that I swallowed it without thinking.

Sara turned to our audience, stuck her cum-soaked tongue out for all the guys to see, then teased, "What's a little sperm among friends? I want to do another one while Jim fucks me some more." She had become a different woman, one who lives only for sex.




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 02



I had gone a little limp during Sara's work on Lance, so she sat up and yanked on my cock with her hands until I was nice and stiff again, then went back on all fours and almost yelled, "Stuff it in me, big boy!" I stuffed, she jumped again, I grabbed her hips and pounded her. I stopped, my cock all the way in, and muttered, "Sara's only getting half-fucked. My loving wife needs to get fucked in her mouth some more." 

Tim, said "I volunteer," and presented his cock. 

Now Sara was getting properly plugged with a cock at each end. Tim could feel my lunges on his cock as Sara's whole body shook. I stroked harder: "Sara, you're a total slut, you're fucking one guy and sucking off another one at the same time. How many married women do this in their living rooms?" She groaned and kept going. Somehow she had gotten all of Tim's long cock in.

I was hoping to be able to hold off until all the guys had a chance to get off in Sara's talented mouth, but after a few more strokes that overwhelming urge, the drug of sex, took over everything; from my cock through my body coursed an orgasm that blotted out everything else - that long feeling of ecstatic climax, followed by jolts of ecstasy alternating with normal existence in an involuntary rhythm. I just came and came and came some more; long after I was empty I was still thrusting into Sara's hot cunt, milking those last twinges. Just as I felt myself beginning to get soft her vaginal muscles clamped me in, Tim winced as she bit down, and another orgasm rippled through her. I leaned over and embraced her from behind, holding onto her trembling boobs while her body shook and rocked.

When it was over we rested for a while, then Sara said, "We're not finished yet. Any more men want to slide their stiff cocks into my mouth? Drunk with sex, she was still on her hands and knees with white cum leaking out of her cunt and her lips. She hadn't refused anything the whole night.

Tom got his turn, but before he entered her Sara invited Spike to lick her cunt again. "Spike, since you've kind of become my official pussy-licker, want to try a used one?" He accepted, so she lowered herself onto Spike's head while she took Tom's cock into her mouth. 

After Tom ejaculated into Sara the others got their turns. She was getting tired, but I could tell she wanted to taste each guy's cum before the night was out. Pushing her sexuality to the limit, Sara was taking care of all of us. Spike wanted to come in her hands, so she gently took his cock and massaged it to orgasm, spraying some of his spunk into her mouth and the rest onto her body. Five guys had already deposited loads in one end or the other.

Sara swallowed a couple of times, then announced, "Let's meet again same time next week. I want more sex."

When the guys had all found their clothes and left, Sara laid down on our couch and invited me to join her. Even after all the sex we had indulged in, the sight of that beautiful naked woman stretched out was irresistible. I slid in, but we were both tired, so I just stayed comfortably inside her while we talked. 

"Wow, Jim, I couldn't have imagined how awesome that was. Definitely the sexual high point of my life so far. But, Jim, wonderful man, I have to ask you something. No, stay in my pussy. Promise you won't get mad, it's asking a lot."

What could I say while my cock was buried in the most beautiful woman in the world, love in her eyes, asking a favor? I had a suspicion about what that favor would be. "Ok, go ahead."

"Jim, darling husband, it's been so great with our men. I never dreamed sex could be so varied, so intense, so overwhelming. Each party's been like a new discovery, of our own sexuality, of my needs. Actually I frighten myself sometimes. The more I get the more I want. I know I've become a total slut, so far you're enjoying this as much as me, but I don't know what you'll say about what I want, what I need, next."

I was prepared. "Ask away, cunt-for-brains."

"Jim, each party we've gone further. First I showed the men my body, all of it. Then you let them touch me, and we both found a whole new side of my, our, sexuality. I'll always love you for that. Tonight we fucked in front of them, I came with your cock inside me, you came inside me and they watched your jism leak out of my pussy, I gave them all orgasms, I felt a thrill I've never felt before. There's only one way to continue this, Jim. Here it comes. Next week - I'm going to fuck them, all of them, over and over."

Even though I had half-expected that, it was still a shock. But my cock gave me away - it jumped in her cunt, she squeezed, and we catapulted one another into paradise.



Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Fucking Everyone

We had a long talk the next day. We had been too exhausted the night before to discuss our next sexual adventure any further.

"I know it's hard for you, Jim, to think of your wife getting rammed by five guys in one night. But honey, darling, you'll get to watch. You're like me, I know how you are. Remember how much it turned you on to lie right next to my boobs and watch them kiss my nipples? And how you put your face next to my mouth while all those cocks slid in and out? You saw it much better than you could when you did it yourself. It'll be the same with my pussy. You'll experience fucking, and me, in whole new ways. You'll see things you've never seen before, like how the folds of my pussy accommodate a cock, what it looks like from the side and from underneath. And I'll feel all that wonderful life pulsing inside me, one cock after another. Please, Jim, let me do this. Last night it was so exciting when you fucked me in front of them, I almost died. It made private fucking seem like just practice. This is going to be way more intense, I can't imagine how exciting it's going to be."

I couldn't say no. If Sara wants to fuck five men in front of me, I'll go along, because she needs this, and in a way I need it too. "Sara, this is a way bigger step than any of our other ones. I do want to see the things you're describing, and I love you so much that your ecstasy is mine too." I slid close to her and held a tit through her blouse. "But I don't want to lose you, I don't want your sexuality to get dissipated."

"Don't you see, Jim, that was the genius of your original idea, to exhibit me to several men instead of just one. None of them will get exclusive rights to my pussy. I'll be fucking them all, but I'll still make love with you only. I know you know the difference."

I worked on the buttons to her blouse while we continued. "I see that," I said, "but letting a guy slide his cock into your cunt is the ultimate intimacy. You're married to me." 

Sara shivered. "That's just the point, my dear clueless husband. Being an exhibitionist doesn't end with just showing some guys my boobs and my ass and my pussy. Exhibition is an act, not a photograph, so fucking our guys will be the ultimate exhibition. You know how strong that urge is in me, to show everything, if the situation's right. We've worked hard to create the right situation, we have men we like and trust, men I can fuck with confidence, men who are appreciative, polite, discreet. And hot."

"You don't have to beg, Sara, I'll go along because I know how much you need this. You're right that I'll get things out of it that I couldn't get any other way. I'll be able to experience your body, and your sexuality too, more than ever before. Damn, you're always right."

I slipped Sara's blouse off, she pulled up her bra and brought my tongue to her bare tits. "Oh, Jim, it's going to be wonderful - it's going to feel so great! See, we're both super-turned-on already, it's so intense just talking about it. Chew on my tits, Jim, bite me hard, I need it hard to go along with these emotions. Maul me."

Always ready to meet demands like those, I bit, I grabbed a nipple in my teeth and pulled until she could see her stretched areola in front of her face, releasing my aggression on her sensitive sexual skin. She moaned, "Oh, five other men have been eating my tits, they've been licking, biting, twisting, but you're the best because you're my man. When they fuck me, and they will fuck me, it'll be the same: huge experience, but different from celebrating - our love."

Sara's phrases were coming in short breaths now; she had found my cock and was squeezing it hard. I threw her down on our couch, where so many men had touched her nakedness; I yanked her panties aside and plunged into the cunt that all our men had touched and licked and fingered. She was tight, my cock was on fire, but it took a lot of hard pounding before that feeling welled up in me. "Fuck me, Jim - fuck me - like our men are - going to fuck me - hard - and fast. Shove it up my - cunt - where they'll shove - theirs."

Already our anticipation of Sara's first extramarital fucks was exciting us beyond anything we had expected. All the naked exhibition and mutual fondling was different from this; those things were sex play, but only play, not the real thing. We both came, Sara screamed where she usually just cries out, our world swirled down into a cock and a cunt, a man and a woman, locked together as one. We submerged in perfect pleasure, perfect union. Time stopped.

When time started again, Sara's skirt was a mess and we were both exhausted and hungry. We cleaned up and pulled out some gourmet Chinese leftovers as though we were a normal couple. The leftovers, though, came from guys who had ejaculated in Sara's mouth and hands the night before. I said, "Well, my adulteress-to-be, we'll have to prepare our party. I'll get a supply of condoms, and we can pick out an erotic outfit for you."

"Um, Jim, we won't need the condoms. I have to fuck bareback, I need to feel the skin of their cocks slide into my moist pussy, I have to feel their cum spurt up inside me. You have no idea what that feels like for a woman. It's the final, ultimate step. Oh god, I'm getting soaked again just talking about it."

I couldn't argue with that, so bareback it was. "Ok, unfaithful one, you'll get to fuck their bare cocks. And I guess we won't need much of an outfit, you'll be naked most of the night."

"I think I'll wear a transparent dress. That's all. But I want everybody to act as though everything is completely normal during dinner, as though I wasn't about to fuck the brains out of everybody in the room. So Jim, call the guys, tell them that, and tell them they can fuck me this time, and not to bring condoms."

We cleaned up our meal and moved to our big couch. Sara was already leaning over, teasing me with her tits. "Jim, get rough with the tits that five men fondled yesterday. Oh, that feels good. Kiss the lips that had four cocks come in them, the lips that grazed the smooooth tips of their cocks and the tongue that licked their stifff shafts." 

Sara was rubbing it in, in more ways than one. This kind of talk was her specialty. Being verbal, intelligent and a hopeless show-off has its advantages in erotic stimulation, and all the recent experiences she could describe gave her plenty of ammunition. As I kissed her I felt the lips that had rimmed five cocks the night before, remembering how they had aroused her. They were no longer just lips, but cock-squeezers for five men. Our tongues mingled, tongues that had tasted the cum of other men only the night before. 

I made up a new set of place cards, smaller and much simpler than the last ones: "Mr. And Mrs. James Burke request the pleasure of your company for dinner and entertainment at their home. Following dinner, Mrs. Burke will fuck the guests."

The next day Lance called to inform us that he had to skip our party; he was called out of town on business. In our frenzy at the last party we had neglected to check everyone's schedule. I apologized, assuring him that he was still part of our group. He reported that he had considered quitting his job to be there, because he really wanted to fuck Sara, but reason finally reigned. Sara was disappointed, but got on the phone and told him "Maybe it's just as well. I don't know whether I can take five men in one night, or even four. I've never tried it. And I'm sure you'll get lots of other chances to squeeze that nice cock of yours into my nice soft pussy, it'll be great for both of us." I wondered what those other chances would be. She was getting expert at talking dirty - practice makes perfect.

We resolved to abstain from sex for a while before the party, so that we - mostly Sara - would be ready to fuck so much in one night. The resolution was a disaster: We wound up making love more frequently and more heavily than we had since we first got married. All the pleasures of sex were magnified too - not only the carnal fucking, but also the sleepy warmth of love and well-being afterward, when all's right with the world. I found that it took me a long time to cum, but the longer buildup gave me more pleasure, and it gave Sara a better chance to get to a climax. Normally it's hard to get her to climax; it takes a long time. It was only at our parties that she had climaxed readily, and many times in a night, because the stimulation there was just the kind she needed: intense, continuous, and from many directions. 

Almost every night after dinner Sara would strip for me, I'd feel her up while she danced, and then we would fuck and fuck and fuck some more. Before our exhibitionistic parties we had usually done it in our bedroom, a routine, but now we might be in the living room, even the kitchen. Once I leaned her naked form over our dining room table, opened her up with my fingers, and entered her from behind. She gasped and held on to the table, her knuckles turning white while her face turned crimson. After a long bout of continuous thrusting she came with a series of convulsions that actually had me worried for a while, until she turned her head and in her quietest, dreamiest voice said "Jim, you're setting my whole body on fire. These are the last few days I'm being faithful, and they're also the best, because we know you're going to share me soon." 

With that I came, in a savage thrust, and she convulsed again. Why was the anticipation of my wife committing adultery in front of me turning me on so much? Concentrated lust. I guess I don't understand human nature, even my own. 

The day of our party seemed to drag on forever. Neither of us could concentrate on anything. Our marriage, our mutual commitment, was about to suffer its death, and perhaps, perhaps, a rebirth. We discussed what it would be like, what we might feel, how our group of men would react. With great willpower we had been able to abstain the previous day and all day today, so we were both on edge with sexual tension. This was different from our other parties - they were just warm-ups.

Our guests-with-benefits arrived together as they did the last time, bringing several huge bouquets of flowers. They're guaranteed to delight any woman. Sara gushed, "Oh, they're beautiful. I love to sniff the sex organs of other species." She has a way of getting to the heart of things, that woman. 

Spike seemed offended, but Sara continued, "Well, flowers are the reproductive organs of plants, and we like to smell them and look at them. They're beautiful because they're connected with sex, with reproduction, with rebirth." That's my wife, the philosopher-slut.

To get things started I invited everyone in and said "Come on in, tonight we're playing hump the hostess." Sara looked devastatingly beautiful in her transparent white dress, the picture of virgin innocence, just a wisp of gauze complementing the curves of her body and erotic jewelry beneath. The thin cloth hung straight down from her tits, so that her boobs bounced and her tit jewelry jingled with each step. The whole dress fluttered with every bounce. Everyone gathered around Sara, complementing her. She was just nervous enough to appear vulnerable, a bit flushed; never had she been more beautiful. 

This time we were treated to an Indian meal, even fancier than at our last party. There were candles as well as the flowers, little tabletop heaters to keep the food warm, and a great variety of dishes and sauces. We enjoyed the meal and the fellowship, but no one ate much because we were all anticipating the physical exertions to come. The guys picked up their place cards and got a chuckle, making some indirect comments such as 'well, that's succinct', and 'the entertainment looks... interesting.'. The weather was getting warmer, so we talked about that, and about the food, but everyone's mind was on something else.

The meal, the wine and the atmosphere got us all into a mellow mood; our guys were becoming friends, generous and amiable. They were seeing Sara's nipples in their normal retracted state perhaps for the first time. Without mentioning their coming intimacy, she pointed out that except for Lance, who wasn't present but had been a passing acquaintance years ago, we had only been in contact with our 'guests' for two evenings, about eight hours altogether, so we weren't really that well acquainted. Tom dryly pointed out that although there weren't many hours in our acquaintance, they were very intense ones, concentrated experience. I thought to myself, "She's going to fuck four guys she's only been with for eight hours, practically strangers." From the serious look on her face, I knew Sara was thinking that too, but I also saw her beginning to squirm in her seat, her nipples stiffening, adding new folds to the diaphanous fabric.

The moment of truth couldn't be put off any more. I gave Sara a long look - she was ready, anxious to invite our friends' cocks into her cunt, to end her years of sexual exclusivity with me. Of course I didn't mention any of this to our guys; any man would fuck Sara given the chance, so the guilt was ours, not theirs. While Sara went into the bathroom to clean and lubricate herself, I told our guys that it was time to strip. They were ready in seconds - those conspirators had agreed to wear no-button clothing, and no underwear. There were lots of zippers zipping and snaps snapping. Cheeky devils, but their confidence was justified. They knew that Sara would surrender to them tonight.

I told the guys that Sara's introductory show would be a short warm-up for what was to follow. She emerged from the bathroom looking sweet and innocent in a white towel, tucked in just above the round swell of her breasts. It was supposed to cover her crotch, but didn't quite make it. I announced, "Tonight my wife will surrender to you. She will allow your bare cocks to slide into her cunt, she will feel your cum spurt up inside her." We all knew she wanted this more than anyone, but no one contradicted me. "Sara, the men standing here want to see your naked body - open your towel. Show them the cunt that they are going to fuck. Look at their cocks, Sara, each one of them will be inside you tonight."

She stared at them, then at me, with such a serious look that for a second I wasn't sure she would go through with it, but then she grabbed the towel where it was tucked in and spread her arms wide, getting into exhibition again. The soft curves of her body were outlined against the pure white of her towel in front of four guys. She stood, legs slightly apart, motionless except for a lewd grinding of her hips forward and back, bringing her cunt into view, a preview of fucking. "I'm showing them my naked body again, Jim, my tits, my pussy, everything. They're going to touch me everywhere, and then, ogod, they're all going to fuck me!"

Already Sara'a nipples were pulsating; we could smell her arousal. Dropping the towel she approached her men, moving right up to rub her tits against Rod while she grabbed Tom's and Spike's cocks. Tim moved in behind her, felt up her soft ass, then grabbed her tits and dragged her nipples across Rod's chest. All four or them were enjoying her body at once. Naked men were feeling up my wife again, the beautiful display that excites me so much.

"Sara, you have one cunt, two tits and a mouth. We have four guests. I think something can be worked out." I had her lie on her back on the carpet, legs spread wide, cunt already blooming. Before I could say anything Spike reclined on his belly with his head between her legs to work on her cunt and to tease her emerging clit. Tom and Rod got down on either side to fondle her boobs; They're too large and heavy to hold in one hand, so Tom curved his fingers and squeezed a boob between his palms, which transformed the rounded shape into a cylinder stretching up and out from her body, tipped with a pink dome and a nipple standing straight up. You could see how good it felt for both of them when he squeezed and formed that cylinder with his hands, molding and shaping it. Rod saw this and imitated, fashioning his own boob-tower and licking its nipple.

Tim moved his cock up to Sara's head, but instead of shoving it directly into her mouth he played with her, caressing her with his long cock. He stroked her cheeks with it, then turned her head and played with her ear. Amused, she quipped "I like what I'm hearing." Tim squatted over her head, lowering his soft scrotum onto her eyes and rubbing his cock against her nose and cheeks. "Mm, I like what I'm smelling." Finally he moved to the side and touched the tip of his long shaft to her lips. She took it in; with her head tilted back she could take the whole thing, because once the helmet gets past the back of her throat it can go a long way down.

Tom and Rod tweaked her nipples, pulled and twisted, licked and bit, enjoying that expanse of tit flesh. Sara was being restrained, held open, and attacked at both ends. Spike was caressing her belly while alternating his mouth and fingers on her cunt, licking the whole area vigorously while she tilted her head back to accept Tim's penile prods. I wanted to push her quickly into her sexual haze, the hypnotic submersion in erotic emotion; she was there already. Her hips were bucking and twisting, her nipples were hard, as she reached above her head to grab Tim's ass and pull his cock even further into her mouth.

After a few minutes Sara was breathing hard and the sexual blush on her face and torso was becoming more obvious. She couldn't speak because of the cock in her mouth. Tim had to pull out to avoid coming, so Sara lifted her head to watch the sexual attentions of the other three. She caught Spike's eye; he grabbed her clit in his teeth by its base, pulled up until she could see it, then let it slide between his teeth until it released and jumped back. She jumped too. 

I commanded, "Now, Sara, you're naked and aroused, and it's your turn to arouse our guests. Kneel on the floor and take care of their cocks and balls." 

I moved the men around Sara in a semicircle, all their cocks hanging within inches of her face, and she went to work on them. She exclaimed, "Wow, wall-to-wall cocks! And they're all going to fuck me." 

It was as though Sara was worshipping and admiring rather than just getting them hard. Because Tim was already stiff and slick, she concentrated on the other three. First she gently lifted the balls of the middle guy and caressed his cock with her free hand. She lovingly kissed the tip. Her attentions became more and more enthusiastic, as she sucked and bit on one cock while squeezing two others with her hands. She took the helmets of all of them into her mouth for a good tongue-swirl. In a few minutes they were all stiff, groaning, leaking precum, and stroking Sara's face and hair with their hands and cocks. Since a woman takes longer to arouse but also stays aroused longer, I had arranged for her to get turned on first.

"Sara, four men are ready to screw you." Helping her to her feet, I turned her around facing the dining table and had her bend over it and grab its edges, leaving her head tilted up. I moved to the other end of the table, looking straight at her, cupping her jaw and her soft cheeks in my hands with my elbows resting on the table so that my head would be higher than hers, forcing her to look up at me. I had also set up our mirror so that I could see her crotch, but she couldn't.

"Your cunt is already leaking fluid. Four naked men can see your swollen cuntlips and your pink fuckhole. Your body is ready to fuck. Now each of the four men will shove their cocks into you in turn. You can't stop them. Each man will get ten strokes, once his cock is well-seated inside you, and then withdraw. You are not to look at them, and you will not know who is fucking you. You are to count the strokes out loud. This will establish that you will give yourself to all of them tonight, and they can use you freely." I wanted the first contacts, the precedent-setters, to be impersonal penetrations, pure lust, with no trace of making love.




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 03



Sara stared at me with an expression of anticipation bordering on panic in her blue eyes. She wouldn't know which man was violating her, but she knew that all of them would do it. I waited for just a minute, letting her squirm with anticipation. Being in charge of this was getting me aroused.

I motioned Rod to approach. He looked at me, then put one hand on her ass and slid his cock up and down the length of her labia several times with his other hand, before positioning it at her fuckhole and pushing. I saw her eyes grow wider as he violated her, penetrating her partway, then pulling out a little and pushing again to get all the way in. Sara and I, man and wife, stared at each other with another man's cock up her cunt, as she felt her marriage vow dissolve in a sea of lust. Now there was no going back. "Count, Sara."

Rod pulled almost all the way out, his cock glistening with Sara's juices, then jerked in hard and fast, jolting Sara's body. I could feel it in my hands. She cried, a note of desperation in her voice, "Ogod, he's inside me, I'm doing it. One."

He pulled out, just the head of his cock nestled at the tip of Sara's tunnel. He was going to get the maximum out of his turn. Another push, slower and more deliberate, a long moan, "Two." All the way out, his cock suspended just outside her, not touching, then another thrust, another deep penetration. 

"Ogod, Three." Now Rod grabbed both of her hips and gave her long, deep strokes.

"Four, five, wow, ogod, five, six, seven, ah, eight." Sara's eyes were bulging, her hips were pushing back to invite each thrust. He made his last two thrusts count, stopping until she was wiggling her hips trying to get him in again, then sliding in and out very slowly, 

"Um, nine, ten." Reluctantly he pulled out, his cock stiff and glistening. 

Sara was beside herself. "Jim, I'm going to get this three more times? That was sooo good. I actually fucked a guy while you watched, and the other guys watched too. I don't know if I can stand so much pleasure... I might melt."

"You're going to give it a try. Here comes the next guy." Tom stepped up quickly, and got in more easily than Rod had because now Sara's cunt was fully opened up and soaked. He decided to surprise her, sinking his cock in her without touching her anywhere else, just a hard organ carefully positioned, a hard push, and he was in. 

"Ogod, another one. One. Mmm, two. This is a big one." Tom used long, strong even strokes. "Three, ogod, it's really big." Only now did Tom grasp Sara's hips and pull himself all the way in, his pubic hair tickling her ass. By the time he got to ten she was a puddle of emotions, looking at me with a wanton expression and biting her lip. If fucking builds up a huge emotional charge in a woman, Sara was getting electrocuted.

She got no rest. Tim stepped up immediately to Sara's twitching cunt, lubricated the tip of his slender cock in her juices, and began pushing in. He had the longest of all the cocks, curving up at the end like the pictures of ancient Roman satyrs, but without the hooves. I had the impression that he hadn't had as much sexual experience as our other men, but he had enough to know that it took a woman a while to adjust to his length. 

With his first penetration, going in about half his length, Sara cooed, "Oh, Jim, this is a smooth one, I can feel the tip of it inside me." He pulled out just a bit, going in further on the next try, making Sara exclaim, "He must be in all the way now. One." 

Tim frowned, because he thought he was just beginning to get properly engaged. To make his ten strokes count, he would have to get all the way in immediately, so on the next stroke he lifted himself up, grabbed Sara's thighs, and pulled hard. Her eyes bugged out, we could see part of her inner cuntlips disappear into her hole as he reached her cervix, pushing still further. Her entire vaginal canal was being stretched as it had never been before.

"Ogod, ogod, he's going to split me open! It's so big! I've never been touched there before. Uff, two."

We watched Sara's cuntlips disappear, then appear again on each stroke, her inner lips forced inward, her clit diving in with the rest of her flesh and jamming against Tim's sliding cock every time. Sara's face scrunched up with a mix of pain and awe, wiggling her hips up and down to try to accommodate him. She could barely count, her face flushed, her numbers becoming indistinct and inaudible as she grunted and gripped the table. When Tim pulled out she took a deep breath, looked at me with her dreamy expression and said, "I've never felt anything like that in my life. He fucked me in places I didn't know I had." Her expression and the mood in the room was pure lust, so solid you could cut it with a knife. Here was my wife, fucking other guys and loving it.

Spike was last, but he was ready. He knew that women have a hard time taking in the breadth of his cock, so he slathered it all around her crotch to lubricate it with her juices, that were running down her thighs in little drops. When his whole cock was moistened he lodged the tip at her entrance and moved it up and down a lot with his hand while he eased in. At first only the helmet got in; he needed a lot of pushing and readjusting to get seated. Sara was staring at me, tears in her eyes, biting her lip and moaning softly. When he was finally ready, he fucked her with an energy that astonished all of us. He stroked all the way in and out, fast and hard, her cunt quivering with every stroke. "One, two, three, five, seven, oo, seven, eight, nine..." It was all over in seconds. He was a fuck machine.

They had all fucked Sara; after years of sexual union only with me, she had accepted four men into her cunt in ten minutes. The deed was done, the vow dissolved: We would have to see whether it could be reborn.

From here it was time to go to a more relaxed fuck session, if there is such a thing. When I let go of Sara's head she looked up and said "Oh, Jim, that was absolutely incredible. They all fucked me, but none of them came, they can all fuck me again, they felt so different, my pussy's tingling, my brain's flip-flopping." 

I said "Your cunt's flip-flopping too. We can all see it twitching."

"Ogod, why do I love showing men my pussy so much? Even with a cock inside it."

We gave Sara a few minutes to float back to earth again, the men holding her up. She went up to each of them, put her arms around them and bestowed passionate kisses, her body pressed against the length of each of her lovers, her tongue thanking them for their cocks. When two people who aren't sexually intimate embrace they lean over, shoulders together but genitals apart. These embraces were different, the full-body naked contacts of lovers, cocks pressing on her belly. This was more than exhibitionism, more than pure carnal sex, it was intimate. I wanted one of those kisses too, but I held back.

The next round was more personal, more gentle, but just as electrifying. Rod offered an invitation she couldn't refuse. "Sara, lie down on your back and spread your legs. I want to fuck you, and I'm going to suck your tits while I do it. I know you want it." She glanced at me for just a second, then reclined on the rug and spread for him, lifting her legs into a wanton V, an invitation for sex. She was beautiful, oozing sex, surrendering, but not to me. Rod found a pillow and put it under her hips, angling her upward, kissed each tit, then slid into her in a slow, smooth penetration. 

"Ogod, Rod, you're fucking me, I can see your cock in my pussy, I feel filled up and ready to go to heaven. Stroke into me, Rod... Jim, I hardly know this guy, I don't even know his last name, but he's fucking me anyway and it's so hot. Ogod, I can't help it, it's so good, so good."

Sara pushed her boobs together so that Rod could nip and lick and suck while he stroked in and out. Their eyes locked. At the peak of each inward stroke she gave him a little forward kick with her hips, forcing him further inside her. We could all see her ass muscles clenching and releasing. After a while he began sweating and grunting, but he pulled out before he came. Sara looked disappointed but said sweetly, "You can cum inside me later, ok? Please say you'll fuck me again, I'll be your fuckslut, I want to feel you spritz inside me." 

Tim moved forward and said, "Sara, I can't believe you're actually doing this. That was beautiful, so sexy. Is it ok if I take you next?"

Sara assented with a slight nod. Tim rolled her onto her side, getting behind her and considerately lifting her leg so that we could all see her cunt, raw and open, oozing fluids; her crotch was soaked. The slight curve of his cock made it easy for him to slip into her; we all watched that long meat slide in, further and further. Before he was all the way in she winced, rolling her hips back to try to take more of him in. She exclaimed, "Ah! You're the one who pushed in so far that my clit was pushed up against your shaft. I want to try to get the whole thing inside me, Tim. Keep pushing, be gentle, but go a little further each time."

Sara moved her hand to the contact point between his shaft and her cunt, feeling his progress as she writhed and moaned. "Tim, the tip of your cock's at the end of my canal, and it's still coming, go deep, deep, deep. Stretch me, make me sweat." A little later, "Jim, I want you to be part of this terrific fuck." 

That was the last we heard from Sara for a while, because Tom laid down with his cock next to her mouth, and she took him in. She was totally submerged in all-enveloping sex; I was forgotten, only the overwhelming reality of the cocks in her cunt and her mouth counted. Wantonly she rocked her hips back and forth, struggling to take that long cock in all the way, her inner lips and clit sucking into her tunnel each time. Finally Tim stiffened, cried out "I'm coming", and released his seed deeper within her than any of the rest of us could reach. 

Sara had to take Tom's cock out to concentrate on Tim: "Oh Tim, shoot in me, I can feel it, it's spurting, way inside, I love it."

It was the first time anyone other than me had ejaculated inside my wife since we had met all those years ago. While he was still humping she looked at me with that devastating innocent look, and said "Jim, I can feel him shooting right up inside me, further than you do, it feels different, it feels incredible." When he finally pulled out, which seemed like forever, she held her cunt open for us and showed us the semen leaking from her hole onto her thigh, like an excited schoolgirl showing us her soccer trophy. Exhibitionist all the way.

Sara apologized to Tom, "I'm sorry I pulled you out. Let me make it up to you. Lie on your back and I'll get on top." 

This time Sara would be the active partner, not accepting sex from others but initiating it. She straddled his hips, he held his erect cock straight up, and she lowered herself onto him, Tim's cum dripping onto his cock. With a brief pause as his cockhead touched her cunt, she took the whole thing in, finally resting all her weight on his pubic bone. "Look, Jim, I'm fucking Tom, his cock's inside me. I want you to see this, darling."

It was indeed an awesome sight, Tom's slick cock sliding along Sara's inner lips on the way in, taking part of the lips in with it, a ring of buried flesh emerging along with his cock on the way out. I sensed the familiar rhythms of her fucking from a new perspective. Her cunt changed shape on each stroke, twisting and rippling as she pumped herself onto Tom. I saw her abdominal muscles tense and relax; I saw her move her hips forward and back, bending the base of his cock and pushing it hard against her cunt walls. That drove him crazy. Sara's boobs bounced and wiggled as they did what nature intended, enhancing the sexual display of fucking. I reached up and held my palm so that one of them would slap it when she slid down. I saw sexual passion embodied.

Then Spike surprised Sara. He stood up behind her, grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her up and down. He was using Tom's cock to fuck her. It wasn't too strenuous because Sara helped with her legs, and Spike was pretty strong. "Oh, Spike, you're helping me fuck. How sweet. Tom, look into my eyes while we fuck." 

They watched the emotions surge in one another. As Tom's thrusts became more urgent, Spike pulled her all the way out to reveal his glistening shaft with its oozing purple head, about to spurt. This he did for my benefit; Tom groaned and Spike settled her back in. Soon I saw his hips twitch and push up, heard him grunt, watched his balls contract, and again I saw thick white fluid begin to ooze from her cunt, fluid that wasn't mine.

Spike was the only man who hadn't enjoyed a fuck on this round, so he took Sara's soft hand in his hard one, bowed slightly, and politely inquired, "May I have the pleasure of this fuck, my dear?" He had some style after all.

"Why, I'd be delighted." It was as though he had just asked for a dance.

Sara perceived that Spike was limited in the positions he could handle, so she let him call the shots (unfortunate metaphor there). He laid her face down on the carpet, then pulled her ass up, her face still on the floor, and eased in from behind. Carefully he maneuvered all the way in while Sara wiggled and writhed. Abruptly he started the rapid bursts of penetration that we had seen at the table. He would go at it hard and fast for a minute or so, then rest with his cock buried all the way inside her. Spike pistoned for a long time, Sara getting more and more urgent, blushing and sweating. Finally he came with a roar, pulling so hard on her hips that her ass squashed itself out beside his body. They both fell over onto their sides, but he held himself inside her for a long time, enjoying the afterglow of sex with my beautiful wife.

My emotions were spurting full-blast - joy that Sara was doing what she craved, an exhibition of fucking witnessed by others, giving herself to several men, giving me the ultimate sexual exhibition. There was some jealousy, to be sure; it isn't easy to watch your wife fuck other guys, especially when she is so accepting, even enthusiastic. All night, she never hesitated to give any of the guys the sex they offered. But that was overshadowed by my pleasure in witnessing her pleasure, and yes, even by my own voyeuristic lust. I took a few thrusts in her, and almost came, but I saved myself for later. Her cunt had never been so soft and flexible, lubricated in a whole new way.

We were taking turns, but Sara was in continuous action, so she needed a rest. Rod got up and brought us some beverages to replace our precious bodily fluids, from the stash he had brought along. The talk was of sex, of course, refreshingly blunt, honest and open. Spike apologized that his cock was so short. He had been circumcised because the hospital where he was born did it to all the baby boys. "I always wondered what it would be like if they left the damn thing whole", he lamented. "I think it would be longer. The skin on my shaft is really stretched out when I'm hard." 

Sara responded "But Spike, it really puts your cockhead out there, I can see it even when you're limp, and I love to look at it." A diplomat, that woman.

Tim bluntly asked the obvious question, "Sara, what's it like to have several guys fuck you in one night?"

"Well, you might think I'd feel slutty or dirty, but it's just the opposite. I feel liberated, elated, released. I never imagined that giving myself to several guys one after the other could be so hot - each one builds on the last one. Each one of you is different, but you're all wonderful. It's so great to be your little fuck-slut! We'll have to do this again. And again."

Rod was the only guy who hadn't yet ejaculated into Sara's insatiable cunt. Her enthusiasm was undiminished even now, so he reclined on our couch and invited Sara to lie in front of him, facing us. She snuggled in as he put an arm around her, fondling nipples that had been stiff continuously since we started. For a while he did only that, while she murmured with lust in her voice, "Guys, look at how he squeezes my boobs and pulls my long nipples out. God, it feels soo good, so tingly! Just because I'm letting you inside me doesn't mean we can't do all that other sexy stuff too."

She reached down and fondled his cock. Rod moved his hand down her belly into her soaking, open cunt, teasing her for just a minute before he guided his cock to her hole. With authority in his voice he told her, "Sara, I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to slide my cock into that wonderful snatch of yours while all these men watch. I'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to cum too. They'll all see you get laid, they'll watch my cock disappear into your willing cunt, they'll see me get you sexually aroused, and you'll arouse me, and your husband will see it all."

Having caught on to our use of language as an erotic tool, or weapon, Rod was pressing the advantage. Sara was responding to it, brushing his cock repeatedly against her soaked and open cuntlips, dipping it in and out, pressing it against her clit. Rod murmured, "Sara, if you want me to fuck you, say 'yes'."

Without any hesitation, we heard a throaty "yes". 

Rod continued, "Ok, if you really want it, slide my cock into your cunt now." Looking straight at me she did it; she grabbed Rod's erection, swung her hips forward so that cunt and cock lined up, pressed it into her opening, and swung back down, as he pressed forward. There was my wife, lying naked on our couch where we had spent so many joyful hours, with three other guys enjoying her nakedness, and another man's cock snaking deep into her wet pussy. I'd never seen anything so sexy.

Sara groaned as he slid in, and groaned again with each stroke, enjoying her fuck. She hooked one leg over the back of the couch so we could see better. We had lost count of how many times someone had entered her that night. She invited me, "Jim, come down here and sit on the floor in front of my pussy, watch how Rod's cock slides in and out, see what fucking is really like."

I sat inches from the action, examining my wife's cunt as Rod used it for his pleasure. I found that it changes shape when it's being fucked, it gets rounder and fuller, and it's very flexible. Sara's cunt reshaped itself constantly as she squiggled around, pleasuring Rod and herself while I watched all the details that I'd never seen before. I put a hand on her hip and kissed her undulating belly. I pinched her clit, a hair's breadth from Rod's sliding cock. Damn, she was right again, this was a cosmic experience. How many men get to see and feel and smell what happens to their wife's cunt when she fucks, really experience all of it, close up? We stared at each other as I pushed her even further into sexual bliss.

They were both writhing and groaning, drowning in the pleasures of copulation. Rod said, "Sara, your cunt feels amazing! I need to hump you hard for my final push - let's move to the floor, I need more traction."

He laid Sara on her back, then hovered over her while she grabbed his cock and guided it in. He lowered himself down missionary style. Sara murmured in a small high voice that she has only when she's very near coming, "Rod, lie against me head to toe, feel that contact, melt into me, fuck me hard. Jesus, you feel good." The two naked bodies looked like a giant worm undulating on our carpet, Sara pressing her cunt into him on every inward stroke. I asked them to spread their legs so that we could all see the penetration.

Tom was stiff again; as he knelt over Sara's face she stared at his bouncing cock, taking it in her hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a woman who's fucking to handle another cock too. She brought it to her lips, kissed it, and invited it inside. Now two guys were sliding into her. I moved up and tried stroking her crotch below her cunt, but I don't think she could even feel it because she was fucking so hard, and Rod's balls were in the way half the time, so I settled for holding her soft thighs, keeping them well spread.




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 03



As Rod started pumping faster, Sara started pumping back faster. He dug his fingernails into her boobs; all three of them were blushing and sweating. We could smell the sex. After I don't know how many fucks, Sara came; I could see her cuntlips pulsate from the contractions within, her body stiffened, and Rod erupted inside her. The whole room funneled down into that magical point of contact, where life begins and where it reaches its peak. Tom came again, a few seconds later, before Sara got back to earth.

The spell was broken. Rod was just another man again as he wilted and pulled out. Everyone was fucked out. Sara laid back into Tom's lap, leaking the cum of four men, her cunt so open that we could see into her hole. She was so tired that she didn't get up as the men said their goodbyes - she just accepted their kisses and a last fondle or two. Spike told her how beautiful her sex was, even red and raw and messy with cum. 

I hovered over Sara's still-willing cunt, so she could relax, and got inside her even before the last two guys left. It had never been so easy to slip in, her hole still open with arousal and lubricated with the cum of four men. Spike gave her a kiss on the mouth, squeezed a boob, and thanked her for being so accommodating (no pun intended). Even after all the evening's fucking, it was weird to have other guys kissing her while I was inside her. 

Rod was the last out; after his kiss he said, "Hey you guys, we have a lot to talk about. After tonight's party I want to introduce you to my wife, and my life. I think we can have a lot of great experiences together, with just us and with our group too." 

We were too tired to respond, but we weren't too tired to enjoy a marvelous slow fuck in Sara's newly baptized shared cunt. The feeling was completely different, like fucking another woman, because the texture of her cunt was sticky and viscous instead of smooth and tight. And the way she squirmed and writhed was subtly different. As I pumped, I saw why men's cocks are shaped as they are, and why so much stroking goes into each fuck - I was pumping cum out of Sara for a long time. It was easy, long, slow, infinitely intimate. We fell asleep in the arms of a whole new relationship, not exclusive, but closer than ever.



Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 04



This is a continuing story. The first chapter is in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, but chapters 2 and 3 are in Loving Wives.

Chapter 4: New Directions

I looked at Sara as we awoke the next morning - there's always a next morning, when the cold light of day looks back on the hot abandon of the night before. But when I looked back, I was still hot. I loved our sex party, where Sara showed me herself as I'd never experienced her before, four men entering her wonderfully exposed body. It was the most awesome evening ever.

"Jim, we did it! I fucked all four of them, and you too, long and hard, and I don't feel cheap or used. I feel liberated, because we planned it with our eyes open, we wanted it. God, I was flying! It was the most glorious experience of my life." 

Until recently Sara hadn't used the f-word; it was crass and unladylike. But now that it was part of her life, she needed the word and the deed. I should have been jealous, being cuckolded, but I wasn't, and I told Sara I didn't know why. She examined me with her most serious look and said, "Jim, you weren't a cuckold last night - you were the alpha male, you told all those guys what they could do and what they couldn't, and they obeyed you. You were incredibly generous with my body, and I really, really love you for letting them fondle me and use me in lots of ways and even fuck me. I'm still floating. But you were the boss. That first setup was brilliant, how you had them slide into me without me knowing who it was, looking you in the eyes the whole time. It was pure lust, and you directed the whole thing. You're incredible - and sexy."

"You had some awesome fucks last night. You were screaming and clawing and you were overwhelmed with all those cocks in you. The ultimate act. I'm sharing you now, but I love you more than ever, you're even sexier. Do you still love me after fucking all those guys? No regrets?"

"Silly question, my wonderful man. Of course love you more than ever. I'm so grateful you're helping me do this, it shows me how hugely generous you are. Those guys are great fuckers, each in his own way, but I don't love them like I love you. When we started exhibiting my body like this I didn't know where it would lead, you didn't either, but now our sex life is way better. I was scared when I saw our sex getting routine - it's still nice but, well, routine. So if all this gives us better intimacy, that's the important thing, isn't it?"

I knew then that our marriage was indeed reborn, better than before, secure but more exciting, edgy, risky. We would have more sexual adventures. We were sitting in our kitchen in our robes. Suddenly I had some irresistible urges. "Sara, I need you to show me your body. Expose yourself to me." 

She made a ceremony of opening her robe. Pulling her shoulders back she pushed those marvelous orbs out at me and growled, "I love when you look at me like that, I love your lust." 

I'd seen those boobs a thousand times, but now they signaled pure sexual desire as I watched her nipples unfold and stiffen, their soft roundness against everything hard and angular in our kitchen. I walked over to her, shrugged off my robe, and gave her my cock. She explored it with her fingertips, licked it, caressed it, slid it into her mouth and sucked. "Suck my cock, you hungry cock-slut, do me the way you did Tom last night."

When I said that Sara grabbed me around the ass and swallowed. Her nose was hidden under my pubic hair. I could feel her chin on my balls, her tongue massaging the underside of my cock, but mostly I felt the intense sexuality of our reborn relationship. Sara would do anything for me, anything I asked, I knew it. "Ok, my little adulteress, now I'm going to fuck you like Rod did last night. And Tom. And..." 

I grabbed both her hands behind her back, bent her over the edge of the table, spread her legs and plunged into her with no further foreplay. I used her for my pleasure. She screamed and sobbed. Never had the sensations of sex been so intense, hard all-consuming sex-power in every thrust. I forced my way into her on the table, and standing up with her leg raised, and on the kitchen floor; the tile, cold and hard on my bottom, helped me push all the harder into her. She jumped on top of me and sat up, all her weight on my pubic bone each time she pounded onto my rock-hard cock. "Oo, Jim, you're the best fucker, pound me, use me, make me cum. Watch my boobs bounce, they're bouncing for you, pinch my tits."

Carefully Sara lifted herself up, the head of my cock still inside her, and slid her hand up and down along it. She stroked me with her cunt and her hand at the same time. I couldn't stand it and exploded, jerking her upward. She almost lost her balance, but rode me while I bucked and lifted, pushing up into that organ of pleasure. The tile was no longer cold.

"I love it when you cum, and giving you my body and giving you pleasure because I love you. I give myself to the other guys because I love fucking."

Later we recovered, her crotch and mine tingling with aftereffects, and ate voraciously. We emptied our refrigerator, and laughed about it. She stayed nude just because I like to look at her body. It's a crime against nature when she has to put on clothes. We decided to start a program of re-enacting each of her fucks of the night before, in the same positions and places as the originals. It was going to be quite a week.

We were just cleaning up when the phone rang. Lance wanted to get laid as soon as he got back in town. Sara told him that we had all had a fantastic party the night before, everybody fucked her, it was great. She arranged for him to come over and enjoy her body. "Sure, Lance, I'll strip naked for you, you can fondle my tits and my pussy, then I'll get you nice and stiff so you can fuck me, as much as you want, and Jim will too. We can't wait." 

Three days and four fucks later Lance was at our door, ready to spend an evening of sex with us. "Hi, Jim and Sara, I came over to get laid."

This was the situation we had avoided at the beginning, with just one man rather than a group, but by now we knew ourselves and we knew we could handle it. We shared a light dinner, and a nice bottle of white wine that he had brought along. Sara wore a short strapless dress, more conservative than what she had worn at our party the previous weekend, but still sexy and revealing, and she delighted in recounting all the sensations of sharing her cunt with four men. She described how she knelt in front of the naked men, feeling their cocks and their balls, breathing the sweet musk of their sex, licking and swallowing until they were all hard and twitching. Then how I bent her over the very table we were eating at, naked, her cunt forced to accept all four cocks in quick succession. 

"Jim set the whole thing up, it was so intense, I'd never even felt two different cocks in one day, and he had me take all four in a few minutes. At the end I was aching with lust. All I wanted to do was fuck, and that's what we did for the next four hours."

Sara's body was just too tempting. While she and Lance talked, I leaned over and carefully folded the top of her dress down until her nipples were just exposed, glowing pink over the black satin of her dress. She looked down, but didn't stop me. I explained that what we had here was a bilateral wardrobe malfunction. The top of the dress still supported her breasts, making them appear even larger and higher than usual. 

"Ogod, you're showing him my tits. Normal women don't do that. I'm so shameless, all you have to do is look at me to turn me on." Lance was already aroused, listening to this beautiful, sophisticated woman describe her wanton behavior, and now looking at those pink knobs that other men aren't supposed to see.

"Sara, you're amazing. I'm sitting here looking at those gorgeous tits, hearing stories about you gang-fucking. I know it's true, but it still seems fantastic. Tell me about it, what were they like?"

We sat at our dining table while Sara discussed how other guys' cocks felt in her cunt. "They were all different. Just like guys have different bodies and different personalities, they have different styles of fucking too." Sara was an expert in that now. 

"Tim's was the hardest for me. His cock is so long it really hurt to have him jab it in all the way, my pussy's not that big, but he's such a sweet guy I really wanted to take it all for him. A lot of guys talk about having big cocks, but if they're too big it gets harder to enjoy. I finally got him in, but it was a struggle. The guys enjoyed watching me struggle, though. I think average ones are best, they just fill me up nicely with room left over to squiggle and wiggle and plunge. And the last time you were here, when I sucked your cock while I fucked Jim? That was fantastic, beautiful cocks at both ends, I loved it." 

I told Lance that we'd share Sara equally. We'd take turns entering her, and one could fondle while the other fucked. That way she could get a sustained intensity of penetrating sex that no single man could provide. She was rubbing her thighs together, and we could see that her nipples were already hard; it was time for us to start feeling her up. She was looking forward to having the full attention of two men. I had us move to the living room, where Sara sat between us on our couch. Lance put an arm around her and rested it on her boob; I yanked the top of her dress down further so that he could touch one bare boob and I the other while we talked. "Go ahead and fondle her tits, Lance."

"Oo, guys, that's so exciting. Now I know why women have two breasts! It must mean that we're made to be loved by two guys."

"Mm, Sara, you feel great... So giant dongs don't turn you on?"

I interrupted, "Lance, if women really liked huge cocks better than average ones, then huge guys would knock up more women, they'd have more babies, and before long most boys would inherit huge cocks. So what's average now is what worked the best in the past. The same goes for height, and IQ, and lots of things. It's evolution, it's inevitable."

Now the discussion got serious. Lance said, "I'm no intellectual, but I've thought a lot about what we're about to do. I know we'd be risking making babies if birth control hadn't been invented. That means if you let me inside you, you'll have all the emotions that would have gone with getting knocked up in the past. Tonight I'm going to enter you, I'd be giving you a baby if it weren't for the pill. But there's no pill for emotions. Are you really prepared for that?"

Sara was already aroused by having two guys stroking her boobs, but she responded, "I know I'm playing with fire, I might get burned, but it burns so bright I can't resist. It's like a drug, and I'm addicted, I admit it. I guess we're lucky we can do this, we can get all the supercharged emotions without paying the price. In a way it changes how I look at fucking other guys, but during the act it's the present that overwhelms me, all those emotions are blazing full blast. And Jim knows all this, he wants me to get that emotional charge without risking another guy giving me a baby."

"Tonight's going to be more personal than our sex party, I can feel it already," I added. "That was more physical. I know I can get past those baby-making emotions we all inherited, to the eroticism we both crave. Sharing Sara doesn't mean giving her away, it means intensifying the whole experience."

"Hey Jim, we've talked about Sara a lot, but what about you? I know that when a man fucks a woman who has just fucked other guys everything changes, he fucks harder and stronger, he takes longer to cum. His hormones go through the roof. Even his sperm changes without him knowing it. Does it feel different now, making love to Sara with all those other men in your sex life?"

"I didn't expect it, but now that you say it that explains a lot. I've felt more powerful, stronger, we have an intensity that we haven't had since we were first married. If that's the explanation, great, but the result is what counts. And Sara seems different too, even more responsive. So this adventure is as much for me as for her, I guess. And how did you know all that stuff about sperm and all?"

"I took a course on it in college. Biology. Quite an education..."

Sara was leaning back now, lifting her arms to get a nice two-handed boob massage. The time for discussion was past. "I think Sara's ready to have sex with us. Lance, get up and take off your clothes, and let's see what she can do with that thing." We could see it straining against his pants. When he was naked I stood Sara in front of him. 

"Oo, Jim, he's looking at me with that look." She put her arms around him, molding her body to his from head to toe but looking at me the whole time, and in a throaty whisper said "Lance, I'm yours. Jim's giving you my body. I'll suck your cock, you can kiss my tits, you can eat my pussy, and we can fuck, whatever you want."

Then she sprung a surprise. "Lance is going to fuck me soon, but you're not allowed to watch him seduce me. You can share me later, but for now I want you to strip, then lean over the table the way you had me do when all the guys first had their way with me. Put your head down on the table, face away from us. Please? Do it for me. We'll describe everything, but you can't look until his cock is inside me."

Sara was turning the tables on me; I didn't know whether it was revenge or her way of letting me feel a little of the helpless thrill that she had felt at the start of our orgy, when I practically ordered her to become an unfaithful wife. I knew that if I balked the atmosphere would be destroyed, the erotic haze would change instantly to awkward confrontation. I wanted Sara to enjoy Lance, so I had no choice but to go along. Dutifully I stripped, then, red with embarrassment, leaned over the table and grabbed the sides as she had done. My cock was already hard just thinking about this situation; as usual, it betrayed my emotions before I knew I had them. They could see it hanging just below the table, twitching.

"Ok, Jim, no peeking, Lance and I are going to do all kinds of stuff before you can look. We can see your stiffie, you naughty boy. We're still standing up, he's lifting my dress over my head, I 'm naked now and I'm showing him my whole body. I'm leaning back to show him my tits, he's squeezing them, it feels great. Now he's bending over and taking one in his mouth, mm, my nipple's on fire, and he's pinching the other one, hard."

I could hear squeals and popping sounds as Lance repeatedly pulled away. Her glistening tit bounced and wobbled in my imagination before he sucked it in again. "I'm squeezing his cock, it's huge already. He's doing wonderful things to my tits. Now he's sucking on my other tit, my crotch is already soaked, he's got his hand in there, ogod, he slid his finger inside me."

Lance figured out that he could join in this little game, describing the seduction with its foregone conclusion. "I'm sitting down now. Sara, kneel down in front of me, right there, now play with my stiff dong. She's one great cock-worshipper, Jim, and I'm glad it's mine that's getting worshipped. Your woman's bouncing it in her hands, she's rubbing the tip, covering it with little kisses and nips, examining it like it's the most fascinating object in the world."

"What do you mean, Lance? It really is the most fascinating object in the world. Your cock is just right, I really love it, I can't wait to feel it slide into my pussy." Now addressing me, "Cocks are so great, this one's so alive and responsive, I love it when it's so hard and pulsing and it swells every time I stroke it. And my pussy's tingling." 

My cock was hard as a nail; I could feel it bouncing lightly with my involuntary twitches. I gripped the table, shivering with arousal, imagining my naked wife working on his cock. Instead of sight and sound, I had sound and imagination. That woman knows me better than I know myself.

"Well, Jim, Mrs. Burke's got my dong in her mouth now. She's swirling the head with her tongue, now she's sucking it in, the whole thing. Her boobs are hanging down, I'm lifting them in my hands, they're incredibly soft and heavy. She's letting me fondle her boobs while she sucks my cock. What a woman!" 

I knew what Lance was feeling, her tongue tickling the underside of his shaft. I could tell from his groans that she was bobbing up and down on it. Suddenly he said, "Sara, you little cocksucker, I want to slide my tongue into that twat of yours while you do that to me."

I heard his cock exit her mouth with a hollow plop. Lance said, "Look at your husband's dingle swinging there. I think he's enjoying this."

"Lance, you're talking dirty," she giggled. "Don't you know there's a lady present?" But this was no ordinary lady; this was a woman who craved sexual acts with other men in her husband's presence.

Now I felt embarrassed, knowing that they were both looking at my helplessly exposed dingle, but I was turned on and they knew it; my damned dingle was betraying me. Sometimes imagination has a power that mere senses lack.

Sara continued in her sweetest voice, "Jim, my fucker of the evening is lying back on our couch. I'm kneeling over his head. My pussy lips are already swollen and open, he's looking right into my crotch. I love it when men look at me there. I'm lowering my pussy onto his mouth, it's already soaked and I'm leaking, I'm so excited. Ah! There, his tongue just touched my pussy lips, it feels so good! Now I'm leaning down, he's stuck his tongue right up inside me, I'm getting a little tongue-fuck, it feels fantastic. I'm brushing my boobs against his belly, his cock is in my face. It looks huge from here, and so nice. You'll just have to listen for a while."

There I was, holding on to our table as if I couldn't let go, listening to Lance and my wife sucking on each other's genitals. I couldn't figure out why this was such a turn-on. I imagined Sara's voluptuous body hovering over Lance's, her soft legs bent, her thighs straddling his cheeks, her hips gently undulating, her heavy tits swinging against his belly. Her head would be bobbing up and down with a big cock in her lips. I could see it all in my mind, happening right behind me. Was it better than seeing it for real? I don't know. Imagination can do unpredictable things...

The oral sex went on for some time, at different rhythms judging from the cooing and grunting going on. Or maybe it was just a few minutes - it seemed like forever to me, naked and leaned over my table. I think they were prolonging it on purpose. Eventually Lance said, "Sara, you're so good at that I'm almost ready to cum, but I want to do it in this sweet cunt."

I heard a slap, and knew by Sara's squeal that he had swatted her right across the sensitive pink flesh of her open cunt. I heard some moving about, and Sara continued in her high turned-on voice, "Lance, that felt so good! I could have gone on forever, my pussy is gushing. It felt so good to slide that big beautiful thing around in my mouth. I think I know every vein on it now. I want it up inside me."

"Jim, I'm sitting on the edge of your couch, my dong's sticking straight up. Your wife is standing in front of me admiring it. Now, Sara, stand on the couch, one foot on each side of my hips, and lower that gorgeous twat down onto my dong. I'm finally going to get my cock into that gorgeous pussy, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

"I'm almost there, let me grab your cock and bring it to my opening. It's going to feel marvelous."

They both groaned; I knew Lance had entered my wife, with her on top lifting her body up and down to slide him in and out. Thoughts poured through my head, what we'd said about how what they were doing would make babies if it weren't for modern technology, and how all our emotions are ramped up to deal with that. Sara moaned, "Lance, your cock feels soo good inside me! Ok, Jim, you can look now. Come over here and see what a great fuck looks like."




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 04



Even though I'd heard everything, it was still a shock to see my woman sliding up and down on Lance. I sat on the couch beside them, watching him screw her. Lance got her down on her hands and knees in front of me and entered her from behind while she teased my cock with her tongue. I could feel her lurch forward and see her boobs shudder with every one of Lance's thrusts. After a few minutes he grunted, "I'm gonna spurt if I don't stop. Jim, take a turn in your woman while I cool down."

Lance retired to take a pee and get a drink; I looked at Sara, she looked at me as I put my hand on her cunt, hot and soaking wet from her secretions, sweat, and who knows what else. I squeezed, she squealed; I reclined on the couch and pulled her onto me. She was ready and in her mood she wanted only one thing. I gave it to her, hard, until Lance came over and stood beside her, his half-hard dong flopping in front of her face. She took it in, stroking its length while she tongued just its helmet. After a minute she took it out but kept stroking it, and looking at me cooed, "Look, I'm keeping him nice and stiff while you fuck me. I'm just going to relax and enjoy my two cocks."

Sometimes Sara gets so wound up with sex that she struggles to get as aroused as possible, trying to get to a climax. Even with all my attentions it's hard for her, because for her fucking is the thing that really gets her going the most. Now she could relax, because we could take turns in her cunt the rest of the evening, and if we timed it right she would get one long, continuous series of penetrations that would send her places she'd never been before.

Lance's cock went back into Sara's mouth, this time all the way in. I could see his balls jiggle every time I slammed into her, so I knew he was feeling some intense vibrations, and she was too. After a while we both pulled out at the same time, sensing that we needed to change postures to maintain the intensity of the experience. As I stood Sara up we embraced her from both sides, feeling that head-to-toe skin-on-skin contact that comes with sexual intimacy. She turned sideways so that we could both fondle her breasts and pussy, while she stroked our bellies and our cocks. Rotating one way, then the other, she presented herself to both of us from all angles.

All that stroking was nice, but pretty soon we all wanted to get back to fucking. We reclined on the carpet with a few cushions, Sara in the middle. I entered her from behind while Lance kissed her lips and her tits, then he entered her from the front while I reached around to stroke the tips of her nipples. We could take turns without having to rearrange ourselves. Sara writhed and moaned, getting continuous penetration because each of us could withdraw before it was too late, and the other would take over. We got into a rhythm of ecstasy, of invincibility; we felt we could go on indefinitely. But the carpet was too hard, so Lance said, "Sara, we need someplace more intimate. Show me where your bedroom is."

Sara asked me, "Is it ok if we use our bedroom?"

Without waiting for an answer, she directed him upstairs. He carried her up in his strong arms, laid her on her back in our big bed, and announced "Now you're really going to get laid." 

Sara sank into the bed where we had shared so much intimacy, arms and legs spread in sexual surrender. We sandwiched her again, this time with me in front and Lance behind. He penetrated her again, and we started a long, leisurely fuck, rolling over from time to time and pausing, but it seemed that we all understood each other, so when we were ready we started up again, moaning and sighing while we held her in the grip of Eros. Usually Sara fucks in an open position, so that her real or fantasized voyeurs can see the action, but now the voyeur and the sex partner were both there at once, so it was skin-to-skin all the way. She shuddered, convulsed, cried and screamed.

Sara stayed in a sexual haze for hours. I don't know how many times she came. At one point she whispered to me that she wanted to try something new, something she'd never tried before.

"What is it, my little fuck-doll?" 

"You guys, this continuous fuck is amazing. But I want to try something I've thought about, but I've never done it. Do you think you could both get your cocks inside my pussy at once? I could fuck both of you!"

Sara got up on me while I was on my back, and lowered herself onto my cock. She leaned forward, and Lance tried to get in, but it was awkward. Sara suggested that I come out almost all the way, then Lance and I could penetrate her together. That worked, with some stretching and squeezing. She was super-tight, of course, but for me most of the feeling was of Lance's cock rather than Sara's pussy, and that kind took the pleasure away. Lance felt the same way; he said there's something creepy about feeling another guy's cock, so we went back to one at a time. Sara sank back into paradise.

It couldn't last forever. On one round I finally came, going on forever while Sara gripped my cock with her well-practiced muscles. I fell asleep with a hand on Sara's ass, feeling the gentle undulations of Lance's fuck.

The morning was already bright when I awoke. Still groggy, I reached over to squeeze Sara's cunt as I had been starting to do in the morning (one of life's little pleasures), but quickly snapped awake when I felt a cock in it. Immediately I realized that Sara's lover had stayed the night. She opened her eyes and murmured "Good morning, sleepyhead. I hope you don't mind, Lance fucked me until he exploded last night after you fell asleep, then he got his cock inside me two more times in the night, I came each time. The first time he was behind me like he is now, the second time he just rolled me over on my back, laid on top of me, and pushed in. He's so strong, but he's gentle too. I don't think I ever calmed down even when I was asleep. Then this morning he started this long, wonderful fuck, it's still going, I love it so much."

Sara pulled back the sheets to show me Lance's cock buried in her soaked crotch. I kissed her, lying there in the morning sun with Lance inside her giving her a long dreamy fuck. I slid a finger inside her, beside his cock. We locked lips for a long time, feeling the gentle rhythm of his strokes. I held onto her wonderfully soft boobs. Lance turned her on her back and settled into her cunt while he teased her tits with his mouth. I laid my head on her arm and watched her nipples change shape, bobble and ripple as he pulled with his teeth and teased the very tip with his tongue. This was another thing I couldn't see without another man's help. "Look how he's teasing my tits, dear, isn't it delicious?" I helped out with the tit-teasing.

The phone rang, breaking the spell. It was Rod, inviting us to come over to his place the next day; I put him on the speakerphone. He said he had some surprises for us. I had had enough surprises for one weekend, but still I couldn't resist. He gave me an address about half an hour away, then asked, "What's all that moaning and groaning in the background? Is it what I think it is?"

Sara spoke up, "Rod, that's Lance fucking me. We're in our bed, all three of us, and he's got his cock in me while Jim works on my boobs. They took turns in me all night. Can you imagine? It's wonderful."

Rod answered, "I wish I were there." 

Sara replied laconically, "Rod, you've been there, and you'll be there again."

After he hung up I returned to working on Sara's stiff nipples, and Lance resumed his long fuck. Our mood gradually returned. The sun beamed in; we were all getting sweaty. Abruptly Lance groaned, "I'm coming, hold on." He rocked her so violently that I had to let go; he roared, she screamed, they rutted furiously until they were both exhausted. 

Lance pulled out and lay back panting until he caught his breath and got up to wash. Thick white cum oozed out of Sara's open cunt. She cooed at me "Jim darling, wasn't that the most wonderful thing you ever saw? I was totally overwhelmed with sex. Now it's your turn."

Sara pulled me on top of her. With all that thick white lubrication oozing out of my wife I slid in easily, a little too easily. The sun warmed my back, I was lying on the softest, smoothest, hardest bed I could imagine, fucking that viscous-sticky cunt with long, smooth effortless strokes. We heard Lance taking a shower, getting dressed, but it was in the distance, in another world. As her cunt tightened around me, I started that intense pounding that I'd been giving her ever since our adventures started, a harder, rougher, more primal, all-enveloping fuck that lasted for what might have been minutes or hours. For a long time I felt those signals screaming from my cock that a climax was inevitable, before the thrusts came accompanied by spurts of lust, of invincibility, of overwhelming ecstasy that emanated from Sara's cunt to my cock to my whole being. It was so powerful that I barely noticed her gripping my cock with her cunt, bucking, screaming, frantically pumping at me and throwing her head around. Her whole face and upper body blushed crimson. I either lost consciousness or lost memory of the next few moments.

I recovered to see Lance standing over us, cleaned and clothed. "That was quite an exhibition there, you two. If that's what being married is, I'm for it."

Sara looked up and quietly invited Lance to stay for brunch before he left. We got up and laid out some fruit and biscuits. Sara wanted to talk about sex, and cocks. "Your cocks are both great, but they're different. Lance, yours has a bit of a barrel shape, it's wider in the middle. When it's inside me I can feel it spreading me out, and when I get past the middle I feel I'm holding you in by the base. It's a great feeling. Jim's is about the same size, but it's more straight, it slides in and out so smoothly, one long continuous penetration, I love it just as much but it's different."

"Your cunt is getting quite an education", I interrupted. "You're having sex with lots of guys, they're feeling you up, licking you everywhere, getting their cocks sucked and fucking you from in front, behind, every which way. You're becoming our fucktoy, our sex slut. Are you still ok with that?"

"I know we're on a dangerous path, Jim, but I can't resist. First I wanted to, no I craved, for guys to look at my naked body, then to touch me, and now they fuck me. I feel as if I'm sliding into some kind of depravity, but I need it. When I think of what we're doing sometimes I'm astonished, maybe horrified. But when it happens it's the greatest feeling in the world, I need more and more. I ought to be insulted when you call me those names, but it only turns me on. Stay with me, dear, you're on this ride too, getting there's half the fun. Or all the fun."

We were all silent for a while before I asked Lance, "How did you pick Rod and Spike for us? They're so different."

"Well, I don't know if you remember this, but when you were going to dance clubs years ago, Sara sat down and displayed her tits and her cunt to you and 3 other guys, a long, close look. I was one of those guys. I never forgot it, I still remember it as vividly as if it was yesterday, she was so sexy and gorgeous. So when you invited me to your exhibition party I knew it would be awesome; I thought hard about your question of who else to invite. Rod's been my friend for years, since before he got rich. He's used his money to develop a really awesome lifestyle. I picked him because he has the most active and open sex life of anybody I know. I've been to parties at his house with a dozen women, wearing almost nothing, fondling all of them, and getting fucked in front of everybody. And his wife does it too, with him and everybody else watching. I don't know where he finds those women, they aren't whores, they're there because they crave fucking. I think he has other kinds of sex adventures too. I bet he'll invite you to them. You two should get to know him better, with your appetites you'd get along great."

Sara interjected, "Wow, Lance, that sounds amazing. I can't wait to go to his house. It sounds like we have a lot of sexual adventures ahead of us, if Jim is up for it. But what about Spike?"

"Oh, Spike's just a sweet guy with a unique body. I think he got divorced over other women. All the women say he's a great fucker, so I suppose it's true."

"It is. He does me like nobody else. Um, his cock is short, but it's thick, and he felt fantastic because I'm most sensitive right near the entrance to my pussy. He stretched me out, but once he was inside, wow! At first it felt like regular fucking, but pretty soon all his strokes melted together, I couldn't feel the separate ins and outs because he was going so hard and so fast, it was just one continuous sensation. It radiated out to my whole body. It was amazing, I didn't expect it. I can't wait for our next party, for him to do it to me again. God, I love to fuck, I think I'm out of control. I'm getting to be a connoisseur of fuckers, I'm elated, I'm terrified, I feel like I'm swirling down into a world of heavy lust."

At this point Lance interrupted, "It seems you two have a lot to talk about, so I think I'll leave you alone. But that next party is gonna be incredible."

"No, wait just a minute, Sara, expose your boobs for Lance again, I want you to." 

I pulled Sara's robe open; she thrust out her chest. She moved over in front of Lance and massaged those naked boobs for him, squeezed, lifted, rubbed and bounced. He twisted her nipples, pinched them and pulled hard. "God I love this, I love showing you my body, even after we fucked so much I need this. We'll do it again soon, you're such a great fucker, I can't wait." 

Lance kissed Sara's tits goodbye and left; our lives gradually returned to what was now passing for normal, and we talked about our men, our relationship, how to manage our more open sex life, about life and love and... everything. 



Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 05



Thanks to Amber T for editing.

In the early afternoon Rod called us with advice for his party. It would start about four with cocktails on the lawn, then a buffet, entertainment of an unspecified kind, and then, he promised, 'what you'd expect as a swinger's party.' He recommended something for Sara that would cover everything, but still be sexy and leave her 'accessible.' That sounded good to me, and to her.

I had just made coffee when Sara swirled downstairs in a white dress with a blue flower pattern, sleeveless with ruffled edges to all the seams. She was naked underneath. The skirt seemed uncharacteristically modest, just below the knee, but when she twirled for me I saw how thin and filmy the fabric was. It was held together in front only by a tie; she showed me how she could adjust the V-neck as low as she liked by redoing the tie. The V-neck was matched by a V-hem on the skirt, opening it up in front where it counts. I had her open it until the V reached her navel, and pushed the filmy fabric aside to reveal her bountiful breasts. Her nipples were already stiff. We had our coffee with them exposed. I mentioned that a lot of guys would be looking at her bare tits tonight. She replied, "I can't wait. You know how I love to expose myself, and tease and flirt."

"You'll do a lot more than that. I have a feeling that a lot of guys are going to fondle those tits, scratch your nipples, suck on them, then untie your dress and do wonderful things to your pussy."

Sara tucked her feet under her chair and leaned forward. "You're gonna watch me get fucked again, aren't you?"

"Yep." I grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted; Sara gasped.

"If you don't stop, we'll never get to Rod's." Reluctantly I let go, and we set off.

In the car Sara turned serious. "Jim, we have to talk about something. So far our adventures have all involved me - exposing myself, getting fondled, sucking other guys' cocks, taking a bunch of them in my pussy. I'm high just thinking about it. But tonight it'll be your turn. I'm sure there'll be women there like me, who'll flirt and flaunt, who'll want to get that wonderful cock of yours inside them."

"Obviously I'm looking forward to that. But when it comes down to it, how do you feel about me doing other women, being unfaithful?"

"I guess I can't object, after what I've been doing, I've been such a total slut. But really, Jim, I want you to enjoy sex, even with other women. Unfaithful means doing things your partner doesn't want you to do. I'll get to experience you making love up close, the way you've been experiencing me. Remember I love you, I want you to be happy and squeeze as much joy out of life as you can. You can have other women, but it's better if I'm there and I can watch you enjoy them, even participate in the whole experience. I don't want you falling in love with anybody else..."

"I think that's the way Rod has it set up for tonight. No sneaking off, he said, everything you do is in the open and in front of everybody."

"Jim - up to now I've only been with guys I knew, at least a little bit. Tonight there will be strangers, people I've never met until today, and I'll expose myself to them, I'll let them fondle me in front of everyone, they'll fuck me, I know it. It's like walking up to some guy and saying 'Hi, I'm Sara, let's fuck.' It's so much more brazen, I'll be naked with some guy I barely know churning inside me and lots of strangers watching. I'll be a sex object on display. God, I'm soaked already."

"What's it like, fucking guys you aren't in love with?"

"Um, it's different, not like doing it with you, it's not making love. It's more about the raw feel of sex, the sensations, like a drug but better. You'll see when you do it tonight." 

I drove on, one hand on the wheel and the other on Sara's soft thigh. Rod's house looked like an ordinary suburban place, set a little further back from the street but nothing out of the ordinary. A pimply-faced kid came up, took our car keys, gave us a card with a phone number and drove off. Either Rod had valet parking or our car was just stolen. But no matter, we had other things on our minds. Rod greeted us at the door, probably the only person we would know at the party. "Come on in! I owe you both after what I've been doing with Sara."

Sara gave her fuckbuddy a big kiss and he diverted us to his huge kitchen, where we met his wife Kirsten. She seemed quite a bit younger than him, a tall statuesque Scandinavian with a cute upturned nose, straight blond hair and a svelte figure. The surprise was what she was wearing, just a little vest of sheer almost transparent material, unbuttoned, and a skirt reminiscent of a tennis skirt but riding low on her hips and reaching barely below her crotch. Below, long slim legs stretched on forever. She saw us gawking and explained with a lilting accent that the guests had to cover up, at least at first, but the hostess could take some liberties. She said that she's a hopeless exhibitionist anyway, so today was a good day. They met when she came from Sweden to work in Rod's software firm, because she was impressed with the originality and challenge of his designs, but eventually another kind of software had greater appeal.

"Kirsten, dear, I've found that Jim is a tit fan. Go ahead and show him yours."

Even though I knew that sex was the theme of Rod's little gathering, I was surprised when she pulled back her vest and thrust out her chest toward me, small perky breasts with impossibly wide nipples already erect. "She gets off on exposing herself to strangers. Look, her tits are stiff already. Go ahead, Jim, touch them, fondle, suck."

I exploited Kirsten's offer of her breasts and Rod's invitation. Sara stared at those nipples, moving up beside us to get a good look; Rod came up behind her and began squeezing her breasts through her thin dress. Rod pointed out that in some ways Kirsten is a lot like Sara.

I had no inhibitions. I sucked one stiff nipple into my mouth while I pinched the other between my fingers and pulled hard. Kirsten was getting more and more excited; folding her hands behind her head and pulling her shoulders back, she squealed, "Rod, look what he's doing to me. I just met him, and he's working wonders on my nipples. I can feel his soft lips, his hard teeth, his tongue moving on the tip. He's so strong and confident. Aah, it's so tingly, I'm getting soaked..."

Rod reluctantly said that we should stop before things went too far - he had just wanted to show us how open Kirsten was with her sexuality. He matter-of-factly mentioned that I could fuck her later. So I gave the other nipple a nice wet kiss and withdrew, leaving her breathless and her nipples glowing. As a new pair of guests came through the door, Rod asked Kirsten to show us around and excused himself.

Sara was impressed. "You were so free with your tits, I loved the way you described what Jim was doing to you, I've never heard anything like that before. But I know what that's like, I love it when he does that to me."

"Rod likes me to describe what's happening to me, especially if it's with another man. I like it because it adds a dimension to the sex play, maybe like an announcer for a ball game on TV. Puts it right out front, no pun intended."

Kirsten took full advantage of her privileges as hostess. She lifted her little skirt, showing us her prominent, shaved pussy, and asked me to cup it for her as we walked. She felt marvelous as she showed us their house, really a compound that opened up to a patio and a broad lawn in the back. There was a magnificent view of the town below, then down some stairs was another level with a marble-lined pool, surrounded by guest houses and changing rooms. The house had a whole lower level hidden from the front, with a big party room opening onto the patio. My finger found its way into a warm, tight tunnel.

The day was unseasonably warm, guests enjoying the lawn and the fresh air. Kirsten left us to get acquainted with the two dozen or so of them, not a huge crowd but enough to have some variety. My hand reluctantly said goodby to her tunnel - they had been getting along wonderfully. She reminded us that these were not ordinary people, they were hand-picked for their sexual openness and appetites. We could just walk up and say things that normally would be offensive, such as a comment on a woman's breasts or a man's equipment. Approaching strangers this way would give an extra sexual jolt. The women's dress made good conversation pieces, and entries to discussions of sex and sexual preferences. 

My memories of the next hour or so are a swarm of unconnected encounters. I picked out a couple about our age; we introduced ourselves to a tall guy wearing just a pair of khaki shorts and his striking brunette wife with a lovely purple skirt that began just below her breasts, a band of lace cupping them and tying behind her neck. Her short stature and the high waist of her dress made her huge breasts seem even larger. The lace was so open and sheer that her nipples were visible - that's what attracted my attention. I said, "Hi, I couldn't help noticing your nice heavy boobs, but I can see your nipples through that dress. Aren't you bending the rules a bit?"

She turned to show me a profile, and exclaimed, "Oh, you naughty man, you're looking at my tits, and we just met. Rules are made to be bent, aren't they? I kind of enjoy teasing men with my tits, I know that's not normal, but we both like it. My breasts are so big, men kind of go nuts over them anyway. Oh, I'm Ruth, this is Sven. We're having the time of our lives with all this dirty talk."

With that she turned and backed right into me, while Sven lifted my hands to her boobs. I didn't expect that, it happened so fast they must have done this before. But her boobs were deliciously soft and heavy as I lifted and probed. Sara caught on fast - she backed into Sven and lifted his hands to her own boobs. After a few good squeezes Sara guided his hand inside her dress, so I did the same with Ruth's lace. She didn't object. Sven pointed out that each of us was watching while we fondled the other guy's wife, and how glad they both were to be able to enjoy arousal so freely. Suddenly Sara bent over a little and got wide-eyed: "Jim - this guy is huge!" She had obviously been exploring his crotch while he felt her breasts. 

Ruth studied Sara for a minute, then asked in a quiet but determined voice, "Would you like Sven to fuck you later?"

There it was. Sara did a double-take, then quickly replied that she would. Ruth leaned back and whispered in my ear, "That means you can fuck me too. I know I'm being frank and forward, that's part of the fun. I'd love it, I'd want you to do my breasts like you're doing now while you're inside me. But you won't own me, I'm only satisfied if several guys do me in one night. Hope you don't mind."

I didn't mind. We moved on, encountering a woman who looked perfectly normal from the front, in a rather conservative red velvet dress that extended from her calves to her neck, sleeveless and close-fitting. But when she turned I was surprised that the dress had no back. A ribbon around her neck held up the top, one at her waist pulled the middle tight, and one just below her ass restrained the skirt. She was talking with two guys who moved closer and squeezed her firm round bottom. We moved on.

Most of the guests, men and women, wore more-or-less normal clothing, though with an emphasis on the 'less'. One exception was a young girl with long, straight black hair, and her lanky consort who looked to be dressed as native Americans. Moving closer, we saw that their breechcloths were nothing but ordinary towels held up by ordinary belts. We asked them about their very brief attire, and the girl gushed, "We have, like, no money, but we really wanted to come here, for all the sex. So Jason found these towels at his mom's, and we used belts, and that was it. Oh, I'm Jennifer, everybody calls me Jen, how are you?"

Jason's breechcloth was done in the traditional fashion, one long towel stretching under the crotch and hanging over the belt front and back far enough to hold it on. That's all he wore. I was more interested in Jen's tantalizing outfit and the body beneath it. Her improvised top was a belt above her breasts, and two washcloths with a vaguely Navajo pattern folded over it in the right places. I told Jen that her top was dangerous, she'd be flashing her tits if she leaned over. "I know", she said. "Look."

Jen turned to one side and leaned over, revealing perfect breasts with protruding pink nipples shaped like half-golf-balls. She shivered to make them wobble tantalizingly. Then she showed me that her breechcloth didn't go through her crotch; it was two separate cloths, front and back. She demonstrated how lifting up the front one exposed her pussy. "I love this outfit, it lets me, like, flash everything. I like to show lots of skin. Do you like my little pussy? It's so exciting to show you."

Jen was moving her hips in subtle undulations, showing me (and two other guys behind us) her fucking muscles. I admired her candor as much as her body.

We were interrupted by a loud announcement that dinner was ready, served buffet style. As Sara and I got in line behind our young friends, a slim girl in a schoolgirl outfit slid in behind us. I commented on the schoolgirl fetish, and the young thing gushed, "Oh, this isn't an act. We really ARE schoolgirls - we're from Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt Catholic High School. We're really blown away by this party so far, SO much SCANDalous behavior."

The outgoing young lady, Mary, introduced another girl, their equally young boyfriends, and an older couple who were serving as 'chaperones'. 

"This is Angela Benecorpo, and Joey, and John Goodcock. Can you believe it? They're from the boys' high school, Our Lady of Perfect Chastity. And these are my lay teachers, Miss Thompson and Mr. McFadden. They got us in here. You know why they call them LAY teachers? Because they can get LAID!" 

"Well, young lady, your outfit doesn't look like something the school would approve of. You look like you want to get laid yourself."

"Oo! You LIKE it? Ok, I confess, we modified our uniforms last night. We wanted to show more skin, to get ready, you know? I cut off most of my skirt, and look, there's a slit ALL the way up the side. Isn't that WICKed?"

She showed me a bare hip. I pointed out that the slit was in the wrong place, and took the liberty of turning her skirt, riding low on her hips, so that the slit was directly in front. Her skin was cool and smooth. "See, Mary, if you stand quite still everything looks normal, but if you wiggle the slightest bit everyone will see your pussy."

"Oh, you are SO WICKed! I LOVE it! I'm going to wiggle a LOT. My pussy lips are so BIG, they stick out, I usually have to wear loose clothes to hide them. But not here! But I haven't shown you the BEST part. Look, there's a pocket on each side of my blouse. Reach inside."

She thrust her chest forward enthusiastically. I took the bait, and met bare skin behind the pockets; then my fingers found warm, stiff nipples. "Mary! You were planning on letting guys fondle your little tits, weren't you?"

"We cut the holes in my blouse last night. Isn't it clever, and SCANDalous?" Then, closer and quieter, "Do you like my boobs? I know they're small, but they're SUPER-sensitive, I got turned on when you touched them."

"Don't worry, your boobs are great, it's proportion that counts, not just size. I'm sure they'll get a lot of action tonight. And look what your boobs did to my crotch."

Everybody giggled. I found that Angela didn't know that her name meant angel goodbody. That got more giggles. She was wearing her severely cut, unmodified school blouse, but unbuttoned, no bra. She showed me how she could expose her pert tits just by leaning over. Their lay teachers explained how they had discovered the students' sexual needs, very cautiously at first. The ones who came here were seniors, the ones who had already turned 18.

The buffet was generous, and of course of the best quality. Sara and I sat on the grass with the Catholics, the girls sitting tailor-seat so that we could all see their pussies. They thought that deliciously wicked. For them all the rules come from the outside, so as soon as those rules are loosened, anything goes.

After dinner we got a glimpse of Kirsten, now naked, but still graceful and poised. Suddenly a piercing police whistle got everyone's attention, as a man in a police uniform roughly led Kirsten up to a little raised area of the patio. He held her elbows behind her back, forcing her breasts forward for everyone to see. The crowd fell silent. A large man in a judge's robe appeared, and a bench was placed in front of him. He bellowed, "Order in the court! Big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff, who stands accused?"

A short, heavy blonde appeared from behind the bench, in a police uniform except that her lapels were wide open, pushing together a large set of naked bouncing boobs, quivering with each step. "Your honor", she announced, "This woman stands accused of indecent exposure and petting in public."

The judge demanded, "How do you plead?"

As Kirsten stammered, a man with a briefcase rushed up behind her. We recognized Rod, who asserted "Not guilty, your honor."

The judge, sitting behind his bench that was nothing more than an ordinary patio-furniture bench, queried "And what is your defense?"

Kirsten's 'lawyer' responded that, well, she wasn't really naked at the time she was 'arrested'. There was a man sucking on each of her breasts, and someone had his fingers all over her pussy, so they weren't really exposed. So there was no exposure, and she wasn't doing the petting; they were petting her.

The judge seemed unmoved. "I'll have to examine the evidence. Big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff, approach the bench and prepare my nightstick."

The bailiff sat on the judge's bench as he stood, opening his robe to reveal a large semi-erect penis. Without hesitation she took it in her hands as though this were an everyday courtroom event, expertly squeezing it before taking it into her mouth. The judge fondled the big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff's boobs, repeatedly lifting them by the nipples and releasing them to jiggle back into place.

The defendant objected, "Your honor, isn't this highly irregular, exposing yourself before the court?"

The judge replied, "Madam defendant, it is essential that I probe your evidence with my formidable nightstick. You have some nerve to object to exposure - look at you, you're completely naked."

The policeman turned the helpless Kirsten around, arms still pinned behind her back, to make the point. Now ready, the judge demanded that she approach the bench. She really was lovely. The bailiff and policeman sat her straddling the bench, her open genitals facing the audience. Pitifully she objected, "But your honor, this is nothing but an ordinary picnic bench. And they're opening up my, um, genital region, everyone here can see."

"You should have thought of that when you came out here naked, you shameless slut. The witnesses must witness the court procedure. A trial's not a proper trial without witnesses." He gestured toward the crowd.

With that the judge stood straddling his cowering defendant, his robe held at his waist and his large red-knobbed nightstick pointing at her exposed pussy. The defendant moaned in a most undefendantlike way as the honorable judge grunted and slowly lowered himself into her, leaning forward so that all the witnesses could observe his nightstick entering her evidence. As he began pumping, the defense lawyer cleared his throat. Kirsten, expecting to be rescued, looked to him, but he looked instead to the judge.




Sharing Sara, My Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 05



"Your honor, the defense requests permission to fuck the bailiff."

"Watch your language in my court, sir."

"Sorry, your honor. The defense requests permission to fuck the big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff."

"That's better. Permission granted." The judge groaned and pumped harder.

"Objection, your honor," Kirsten pleaded. "Isn't it highly irregular for the defense lawyer, oof, to engage in sex with, aah, an officer of the court?"

"I remind you that your lawyer is working pro bono. He isn't paid. The big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff is his only compensation."

"Oh. Eee, your honor, your nightstick is probing my evidence most thoroughly."

The judge pulled his glistening nightstick all the way out before slowly twisting his way into her evidence again. The big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff lifted her skirt as she leaned over the bench on straight arms, her heavy boobs bouncing in Kirsten's face. Quickly stepping out of his pants and removing his suit jacket, the defense lawyer began probing the big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff's own evidence, fondling her boobs and the defendant's alternately. 

The writhing defendant observed, "Your honor, you called it pro bono, but, aah, it looks more like pro bone."

The judge came with a roar, and shortly after the defense lawyer did the same. It was only then that I realized that Kirsten had just had sex with another man in front of her husband, and vice versa. They were quite a couple. Later we found out that the big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff and the judge were also a couple.

The judge opined, "I'm withdrawing from the evidence. The probe with my nightstick has found you guilty of public sexual behavior, and..."

"But your honor," the defendant whined, "That's not what I was accused of! And you are the one who..."

"Silence! Having found you guilty, I sentence you to be restrained on the bench with your evidence exposed for a period of one hour, during which any of the witnesses are free to explore it with their own nightsticks. You will be tied with your hands above your head and your legs spread wide, straddling the bench."

From then on there were no cocks and pussies, only nightsticks and evidence, with accompanying chuckles. The cast of the little drama lined up, bowed to the audience, and flashed them repeatedly to applause and whistles. Finally the judge stepped forward. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, our little trial was obviously staged, but the defendant's punishment is very real. You are all welcome to fondle, stroke, probe with your nightstick, or if you lack one, your fingers. A few minutes before the end of her punishment interval she will be turned over with her ass in the air, for those who prefer probing from behind. The defendant has a statement."

Already restrained with smooth nylon ropes, Kirsten lifted her head and announced, "I assent to this punishment, since I was so very naughty. You're all welcome to use me as you like."

Another round of applause, and the crowd burst into loud conversation, realizing that now all restrictions were off. Several of the women jumped up on tables and did strip teases, more strip than tease, their men banging on their tables and glasses for a percussive accompaniment. Sven came over and asked Sara if he could probe her evidence with his nightstick; she looked at him, then me, and assented. Slowly they stripped each other right there, Sara uncovering her large heavy boobs and teasing Sven's evidence with them. "Look, Jim," she mused, "He's got a thick nightstick. I'm going to enjoy this."

Mary, still sitting beside me with our arms around each other's waists, watched transfixed. "They're actually going to DO it, right in front of you? Isn't that your WIFE? Aren't you JEALOUS?"

"I might be if you weren't distracting me," I replied. 

On a whim I yanked down on her two shirt pockets, revealing a pair of perfectly formed boobs with protruding sexual flesh on the tips, poking through ragged holes. Mary gasped in surprise, then gave me a subtle smile and turned to show the whole group what I had done. Methodically I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her narrow shoulders. She bit her lip and looked at me, her nipples already straining to erection. 

"You're going to probe my evidence with your nightstick, aren't you? My friends are all WATCHing. I've never done it with an older man. Beat me HARD with it, I want to see what it's like ROUGH."

"Mary, For the next while, you will do everything I ask."

"EVERYthing?"

"Yes."

Shivering with anticipation already, she stood in front of me while I slipped off her tiny skirt. Her evidence was soaked. This girl was into sex. "Mary, you're naked and you're leaking fluid. That means your body is getting ready to get, um, probed. Step up here so I can explore you. That fluid is a great lubricant, you know."

Mary looked at her friends, who were staring wide-eyed at her, and stepped up. I grasped her slim thighs, then lubricated a couple of fingers in her dense thatch and began probing. She shuddered, her hips rotating involuntarily forward and back. 

"John, do me a favor and hold Mary's leg up so we can all see her, um, evidence better."

He was happy to comply, gently stroking the inside of her thigh as he lifted her leg high. My little victim confessed that she'd only 'done it' twice, well, three times, once with John and twice with Joey. John looked surprised, but said nothing.

"Jim, I've never done it EVER with people watching, this is SO nasty, and exciting!"

I had John and his friend Joey lie her down on the grass and lift her legs up and out, exposing her prominent evidence to her friends and to a small group that had gathered to watch this tiny ingŽnue go all the way in public. She looked so vulnerable, I couldn't resist teasing her a bit, kissing her evidence and probing it with my tongue, driving her wild. Thrashing from side to side, she grabbed my head to pull me in further, then pulled it up and demanded that I enter her.

By this time Sven and my wife were naked, petting furiously. Bringing Sven along Sara padded over to us, grasped my iron-hard nightstick and slid its tip up and down along Mary's open, wet lips, found the right spot, and pushed me in.

"OOF," Mary gasped, it's so BIG and so HARD! And that was your WIFE who pushed you into me! Omygod, it feels SO GOOD!"

I began slow strokes inside her very tight pussy, going in a little further each time until she took all of me. The boys were fascinated; the girls were too. Sara pulled a compliant Sven over and laid him down with his crotch near Mary's face, sitting up on him so that Mary and her friends could see everything. So I was watching Sara get probed again, still a huge turn-on for me, and probing this little minx at the same time. Mary's eyes were half-closed, her hips thrusting forward and back, biting her lip and staring alternately at my eyes, at our point of carnal contact, and at the point where Sven and Sara were in contact an arm's-length away. The boys, still stroking the insides of Mary's thighs, began playing with her nipples.

With all this erotic stimulation, I didn't last long. I tried to slow down as I felt myself getting close, but Mary demanded that I keep penetrating, "HARDER, FASTER!" Her face and torso were blushing red, her nipples were pulsating, a sheen of sweat covered her body, twisting and thrusting to get maximum friction. She was a natural.

She screamed, her evidence convulsed. I came harder than I ever have before, it seemed, watching my Sara move expertly up and down on Sven's large nightstick and forcing myself hard into Mary with my first release. Over and over, it seemed I would never stop, Mary's friends cheered and clapped as I spurted my last over her exhausted body. Their two chaperones, each with a hand in the other's crotch, exchanged knowing glances.

"Oh Jim, that was so INTENSE, and so DIRTY, and so GREAT! I need to get your address!"

Ignoring that plea, I told her and Sara that I wanted to investigate Kirsten before she was turned over. Excusing myself perhaps too abruptly, I walked over to the bench where she was restrained, hoping that I could recover. Another guy was just withdrawing as I got there; I could see his white fluid leaking from her raw, obviously well-probed evidence. She looked at me and said casually "Oh, hi Jim," as though she weren't tied to a bench naked with her legs spread.

"I assume you came over to fulfill my punishment. Everyone else has."

I asked Kirsten how many had punished her already. She had lost count at four or five. Her evidence, red and raw, was leaking white goo and clear fluid onto the bench. She told me she had never done this before, restrained and available for unlimited sex; well, maybe once, but only with Rod and one other guy for a short time. But the cast had rehearsed for the play, of course - a lot!

Kirsten confessed, "I'm sore already, but the somehow soreness adds to the intensity of this whole thing. I feel the nightsticks more, they irritate in a good way, I'm super-aroused, this is a big fun."

Sara appeared, saying Kirsten looked a mess, and knelt down to lick and suck her helplessly exposed evidence. That surprised me - Sara had never done that before, or even expressed any interest in it. When she finished, the white goo had vanished.

"Oo, that felt so good! Now Jim, I assume you're going to probe me like everyone else has."

"No, I'm going to do it better."

By now my nightstick had nearly recovered, but I started by stroking my vulnerable victim all over - on her flat belly, her sides, her armpits, the soft insides of her thighs, even her feet. I kissed her on her earlobes, her lips, her stiff raw nipples. She really was a lovely woman. Finally I grabbed her hips and lowered myself into her. Again Sara aimed my nightstick at the right place as I explored a surprisingly tight, warm tunnel.

"Do you like my evidence, Jim? I exercise to keep it tight, Rod likes it that way. God, I can never get enough."

I leaned forward to rub against Kirsten's lithe body while repeating long, smooth strokes. The angle was perfect, probing her was effortless. She moaned and writhed with pleasure as I continued, stroke after marvelous stroke, each a new discovery. Sara played with my balls, and squeezed gently as I released into my well-used victim, who thanked me and was already playing with another man's nightstick before I withdrew.

I thought I was finished for the night, but after we wandered around a bit, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells of people enjoying one another, Ruth found us and pulled me inside Rod's party room, where several mattresses were conveniently laid out. Her lacy top was already untied, so I enjoyed bouncing her great expanse of boob-flesh in my hands as we sat down. I apologized that I was already played out, but she wouldn't take no for an answer, and worked on me manually and orally until to my surprise she got me erect. Standing up and straddling me she pulled her dress over her head, revealing an open gash surrounded by generous amounts of pink-red sexual flesh, ruffly and quivering. She told me she stretches her inner labia so that they always protrude, it's nastier that way. A steel ring near the top end grabbed my attention.

"Go ahead, grab the ring, it goes through my clit, Sven had it pierced so he could always stimulate it and expose me. I love it, it draws attention there. Pull hard."

I pulled, Ruth gasped and gushed. She couldn't wait any longer, lowering herself onto my well-exercised nightstick while I still held onto her ring. Sara curled up beside us, naked, watching fascinated. We both lasted a long time, Ruth providing most of the energy but demanding that I fondle her boobs the way I had at the start of Rod's gathering. We both came at nearly the same time, a quiet but enormously satisfying gush on each side. As we reclined, still coupled, Ruth explained that the little Alice-in-Wonderland legal play extended a tradition with this group. It had started as the hostess just coming out topless at some point; then every month the sexuality, and the sacrifice of the hostess, escalated. She and Sven were hosting the next party, we had to come, could we help figure out a scenario for them?

I promised that we would, and we said our goodnights, one last nip at her juicy nipples and one last squeal. Sara lamented that the men for all their bravado couldn't outlast the women; though most of them including me were exhausted, the women (at least these women with exceptional appetites) were still ready for more. But she mused that inviting more men than women would mean unattached men, and perhaps more problems than solutions.

Just then Sara almost literally stumbled on her own solution. We bumped into one of the Catholic boys, I forget which one, who was having the time of his young life. Naked, he was wandering around with a very slick and stiff nightstick, observing the activities. He exclaimed that this was a great party, he had already fucked the Indian girl, and Angela, and of course Mary. Of course. Sara overwhelmed him, burying his head in her generous boobs and then his nightstick in her evidence. She took charge, as the inexperienced boy accepted her ministrations, and after a long bout of pumping ejaculated into her. I never tire of experiencing her sexuality, directly or indirectly.

That was just about the end of the night for us. We found Rod and Kirsten, lying next to each other but cuddled in the arms of the big beautiful bouncing boobed bailiff and the judge respectively. As we thanked them for a fantastic evening Rod said we were now on their list, we'd be invited for other adventures.