4 comments/ 73206 views/ 18 favorites Barbara - My Husband's Slut Ch. 01 By: RamboneStuffit Chapter 1 -- My Early Experiences My husband Tim and I have been married for a little over three years. Like so many marriages the blush has begun to wear off and we were looking for ways to spice up our sex life. I did not have a lot of sexual experience and my husband was the only man that had ever made love to me. Over the past few weeks we have had many discussions about what we could do to add some spice back into our love life and during one of our talks I had admitted that there were two things that really excited me. Naturally, my husband wanted me to tell him what these two things were and why they excited me. I was reluctant at first but finally I told him that the first thing that really excited me was the act of being exposed to strangers. When I said this my husband simply looked at me with his mouth open. Of course, when he returned to consciousness, he wanted to know how I could know that. He knew that I had been a virgin when we got married and that my sexual experience had been somewhat limited. I told him that one of my most exciting experiences had happened when I was fifteen. I was at the beach with a bunch of boys and girls. During the afternoon we had organized a game of volleyball. Like most of the other girls I was wearing a pair of shorts and the halter top from my bikini bathing suit. During the game I was at the net and jumped high to block the other players return. Even then I had forty inch boobs which did a whole lot of moving around as I jumped for the ball during the game. At one point I had moved so quickly that my top slipped off one of my breasts exposing the nipple. I was concentrating so hard on the game that I was totally unaware that all of the guys on my team, the other team and those watching the game were thoroughly enjoying the view. I must have played that way for several minutes before one of the other girls caught my attention by pointing at my chest. I could hardly believe my eyes as I looked down at my bared breast. All the boys moaned in disappointment as I hurriedly worked to get my wayward breast back into my halter. My face flushed deep crimson as I looked around me at all of the male faces. Unable to continue the game I quickly excused myself and ran to the ladies room. When I stopped trembling I realized that, in addition to the embarrassment, I had been excited at the thought of all of those males seeing my milky white tit with its large dark areola and dime sized nipples. My nipples were all wrinkled and scrunched up with the excitement. I must have been quite a sight with my bared breast flopping free as I jumped and gyrated around. I told my husband that later that night, when I had time to think about what had happened I realized that I had been excited by the accidental exposure. Not that I would do this type of thing on my own but I had certainly been highly stimulated by the experience and believed that I would enjoy accidental or forced exposure. He asked me what I meant by "forced exposure". I told him that the second thing that I thought would be very exciting was being forced to do something that I would not normally do on my own. Shaking his head at this revelation my stunned husband wanted to know what in the world made me think that I could be excited in this way. I was really reluctant to tell him about my high school experiences since it involved a bunch of the black boys at the school. Finally, after assuring me that he would understand, I told him about the black boys in high school. He spluttered and stammered and finally was able to ask me exactly what I had done with black boys. So, I told him. I had matured at a fairly young age. By my seventeenth birthday my boobs had reached their current size of forty-two inches and required a "C" cup. Of course, my large boobs and those of the other girls in school were of major interest to all of the young males at the school. One day a group of black boys lined up on either side of the exit from the school. They left a very narrow space that you were forced to walk thru to exit the building. When boys moved thru they actually opened up a wider space to allow them to get through. Whenever a girl headed out the door the group of boys would move closer together forcing you to brush against them as you passed. The first day this happened I watched and figured that if I followed a boy thru I would be ok. I guess the boys had thought of that too and as soon as the boy had passed the open space closed down again until I was unable to pass without brushing my tits and ass on someone. It was not too bad since no one aggressively did anything and over the next few days several of us girls became used to the situation and just walked on through even though it was humiliating to brush ourselves against those boys. Over the weekend it seems like the boys got together and decided to up the ante just a bit. On Monday as I started into the narrow opening I noticed that the gap closed behind me. When it did I sensed the difference and stopped and turned to look back. Startled I quickly turned and was relieved to see that the way out was still open. I hurried down through the boys trying unsuccessfully not to rub my tits and ass on anyone. It was impossible and many of the boys smiled as I was forced to push through the crowd. Some of the boys left their hands at their sides so they could enjoy my ass as I walked by. Others crossed their arms so that they could more easily enjoy the sensation as my large soft tits slid past them. I stumbled out of the group and headed home. As I did so I was thinking about the strange feelings I was having. My face was flushed, my nipples were swollen and hard and I was sure that my panties were wet in the crotch. When I got home I quickly went into my bedroom and closed and locked the door. I dropped my pants and panties as soon as I had put my books down. I was right! The crotch of my panties was soaked with my juice. It was obvious that I had been stimulated on some level that I did not understand. It seemed strange but it was clear that my body had enjoyed the experience. Once I accepted that notion I went even farther to realize that I had enjoyed it emotionally also. How was it possible that I had enjoyed something that I had been forced to do? Could it have been possible that I did want to do this thing? If so what did that make me? It was too much for my young teen mind to contemplate at this point but the facts could not be ignored. I had liked it! At the end of the week there were still several of us girls that were willingly walking through what we had begun to call the gauntlet. On Monday the boys upped the stakes once again. By this time it was clear to the boys that those girls that continued to walk the gauntlet were enjoying the attention at some level. It was clearly time to push things to the next level and see how far we were willing to allow this to proceed. My dress for school usually consisted of a pair of tight jeans and a pullover top. Up until now I had clutched my books tightly to my chest as much as possible. I had sensed that the boys would probably change their tactics so this time I did not carry any books to use for protection. I approached the gauntlet and entered it quickly not taking time to possibly change my mind. Like last week, the entrance closed behind me but this time the path before me looked so much narrower than it had been. Resolutely I pushed my way along the path only this time the boys were treated to the touch of my breasts on their folded arms. Up until this point none of the boys had actually touched me but about halfway down the path the opening closed down for just a moment and in that moments time I felt a hand reach between my legs and rub my crotch. At the touch of this strange black boys hand on my crotch my body stiffened and my legs nearly buckled. I know that this had been planned but I think that the boys were a little startled by my reaction. The hand was jerked away and the pathway opened wide and I rushed through. When I got home I was shaking all over. I was embarrassed to think that some black boy had put his hand between my legs and cupped my crotch. Hell I did not even know which one it had been. The more I thought it became clear to me that that was part of what I liked. These boys were forcing me to allow my body to be used for their enjoyment and I liked it! For the rest of that week things went back to the way that they had been earlier. I brushed my way through the group but no one else made an effort to fondle me in any way. Each day when I got home I was aware that I felt let down. After I had gotten over the initial shock of that black hand reaching between my legs I had gone back every day from a need to feel that hand or another on my body but nothing happened. I guess when I was still walking thru the gauntlet at the end of the week the group of boys decided that they might still be able to raise the stakes even higher in hopes that I would go along. Little did they know that this was exactly what I wanted. The next Monday I pretended not to be paying attention and walked the gauntlet with my books down at my side. In moments the opening closed and I was so startled when I felt hands cover all of my intimate spots that I just stopped in my tracks. Of course, this only encouraged the boys. I felt my nipples harden as a number of hands moved over my breasts. Some of the hands just brushed against me while others lingered to cup and feel the weight of my large soft breasts. A few fondled my breasts and found my hard stiff nipples easily as they pushed against my bra and top. Soon several of the boys had found my nipples and would pinch and rub them before moving on. Multiple hands had moved between my legs to my crotch. As usual, I was wearing tight slacks and the seam of the pants had been pulled tightly into my slit forcing my pussy lips apart. I felt these strange black hands as they moved between my legs finding my crack and pussy lips through the material. At the same moment that hands were thoroughly exploring my tits and crotch there were other hands exploring me from the back side. I could not count the number of boys who were running their hands along the curve of my ass and between the crack of my ass cheeks at the same time. This seemed to go on for minutes but it could only have been a few seconds before the group parted and I resumed my walk home. I hurried into my bedroom flushed with the embarrassment and excitement. How many boys had gotten a feel of my tits I wondered? How many had felt my ass or searched for the crack of my pussy while feeling my crotch? I was behaving like a slut but it was like I was a bee drawn to honey. I did not understand the feeling or the needs that I was experiencing but I knew that I would have to continue walking the gauntlet. I enjoyed having strangers using me and feeling my body. It was a turn on beyond belief. I immediately pushed my way out of the crowd and hurried home to the bathroom where I could masturbate. Of course I was ashamed by what had happened but the fact that I found it arousing kept me going back because I secretly realized that I actually enjoyed it. After all, I did not have any choice if I wanted to go home did I? Some of us white girls who were enjoying the attention would talk about it and each of us would try to outdo the others. One day I went into the bathroom and removed my bra and placed it in my purse before I went outside. What I did not think about was that I was wearing a sleeveless top that day. I just did it on the spur of the moment. As I reached the gauntlet and stepped into the group I immediately felt hands caressing my breasts as usual. The boys quickly noticed my missing bra and concentrated on my soft, warm breasts. Just as I neared the end of the gauntlet one of the boys took advantage of my sleeveless top and I got a shock as I felt warm fingers grasping both of my tits. The flesh to flesh contact sent an electrifying jolt thru my young body. I realized that one of the boys behind me had noticed my missing bra and had taken complete advantage of my sleeveless top and slipped his hands into the sleeve holes and was blatantly cupping both of my breasts and massaging my hard nipples. Shock overwhelmed me and I just stood there as he pulled me back against his erection. I was somewhat stunned and overcome by the situation and was unaware that he had maneuvered me to the edge of the group. It was then that I noticed another of the boys had a camera and was taking pictures of me with his friend's hands inside my blouse. I wrenched myself free and ran all the way home embarrassed at what I had done. I arrived home panting and burst into the bathroom and stood looking at my flushed face in the mirror. Instead of being horrified at what I had done I began to tremble and smile at the same time. The memory of those warm hands cupping my tits and the feel of those fingers rubbing my nipples between them was so delicious I could hardly take it. I began to shake and laugh at the same time reliving the sensations of what I had just done. It had been an exquisite feeling and I wanted to be forced to do it again and I could hardly wait until tomorrow. Would I do it again? Probably not tomorrow but I knew that eventually I would do it again and I would probably allow the boys more liberty. A week later I walked the gauntlet without my bra and wearing a pullover top. The boys in the group immediately surrounded my and it was just a moment before I found my top was up exposing both of my breasts for them all to see and feel. Hands were all over my breasts. I allowed myself to be guided to the edge of the group once again and I was not surprised to see the camera ready for action. This time, as the boy raised the camera to take pictures of my naked tits one boy on either side of me lowered his mouth to a breast and began to suck and nibble at my nipples. My mind exploded with the wanton excitement. In addition to large milk white tits I have large dark areolas and dime sized nipples so each boy had a mouthful. The camera snapped and two more boys took their places this time just cupping my breasts. The camera snapped again and again as all of the boys had pictures taken while sucking or pinching my hardened nipples or just cupping my tits. It seemed like I stood there forever. Finally I found myself on the edge of the group walking towards my home. It was then that I realized that my top was still up and the people passing in the cars were getting a great view. I quickly pulled down my top and hurried home to sit in the bathroom and play with myself until I finally had an orgasm. It was really strange that I did these things. I could easily justify letting the black boys fondle me because, in my mind, I did not have a choice. All of the kids knew what was going on with the black boys. In fact, I was pretty sure that the black boys had shown pictures of my naked breasts to several of the white boys at school. This was probably why I kept getting asked out even though I would not let any of my dates touch me much less get any part of me naked. You see, when I was on a date I had a choice and because of my upbringing I had to be prim and proper. On the other hand, when I was under the control of the black boys I could let my slut self loose to have fun. I continued to walk the gauntlet several more times before I decided to take things to the next level. It was the last day of school during my senior year when I entered the gauntlet wearing a pull up top without a bra and a short skirt without any panties. I was going to give the black boys one real thrill on the last day of my senior year. That day after school I entered the gauntlet willing to let them do anything to me except fuck me. Foolishly, I was not too concerned about that since we were at school and although the teachers tended to keep a low profile I did not think that the boys would feel safe enough to try that. The boys all knew that I was coming and what I was wearing. As I entered the gauntlet I was surrounded immediately. I had not been carrying any books so the boys had no problem with access to my body. They had my top completely off in a matter of moments and my skirt was raised off my hips and secured around my waist moments later. Hands cupped my completely exposed boobs pinching and squeezing. More hands dove between my legs and I felt a finger inserted into my warm wet pussy. I was shocked a moment later to feel another finger as it wormed its way between the cheeks of my ass and slid into my warm tight anus. I stood on the edge of the crowd, shielded from the school as one after the other the boys posed with me nude as they fingered my pussy or played with my tits. A number of times my tits and pussy were getting attention from a number of different boys at the same time. At one point I was forced to lean back against one of the boys. Another boy knelt in front of me and forced me to spread my legs completely exposing my swollen pussy lips. He buried his face between my legs and, for the first time, I felt the thrill of a male tongue as he licked and nibbled at my most sensitive parts. The camera snapped on and on. I don't remember how many of the boys actually tasted my sweet white pussy and had pictures taken. I swooned with the excitement. I was so engrossed in the sensations my body was experiencing I did not immediately realize that my hands were no longer being held but had each been wrapped around a warm hard black shaft. With a mind of their own my hands had begun to stroke back and forth along each shaft. Pictures were taken as boy after boy stepped up to place his black dick into my soft white hands. I stroked them all but when I felt the one behind me rubbing his black shaft against my ass and trying to push its way into my pussy I shouted no so loud that all the boys stopped for a moment. I'll scream if you try to fuck me I yelled. The leader of the boys said that if they agreed not to fuck me I would have to give them something in return. It was my choice. I could fuck them or suck them but I would do one or the other. After all, I had continued to excite them week after week and I had continued to raise the stakes. Now I was going to have to give them some satisfaction since it was the last day of school. Finally I agreed that I would suck them. He looked at me and smiled and told me that he was looking forward to being the first black man to cum in my mouth. The shock must have registered on my face because he told me that they would have cum in my pussy if they fucked me so why shouldn't they cum in my mouth if I sucked them off instead. He also told me that I would have to swallow any cum when they came in my mouth. Slowly it dawned on me that I really did not have a choice which was exactly what I needed to justify my lewd actions. I certainly did not want them to fuck me since I was still a virgin. Realizing that I was no longer in control I slowly nodded my head. The leader placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly forced me to my knees. I knelt there nude, surrounded by about twenty black boys from fifteen to eighteen years old. Each of them was enjoying my predicament and anticipating their turn to push their black cock into this little white girl's mouth. The leader stepped forward and I looked up at him. He told me to go ahead. I was amazed by the size of his cock as my hand closed around his hard hot shaft. I looked at the thick black shaft with my small white hand wrapped around it and wondered if I would be able to get it into my mouth. He stepped forward placing the tip of his cock against my full lips. The camera flashed. I let go of his shaft as he pushed harder and my lips parted slightly allowing the head to enter my mouth and the camera flashed. He placed his hands behind my head and pulled me forward forcing his entire shaft deep into my throat. I almost choked and he pulled back. He smiled down at me and told me to relax because it was all going in this time and I may as well smile and enjoy it. Barbara - My Husband's Slut Ch. 01 True to his word he pushed his shaft forward again. To my surprise my full lips parted and took it in. He continued to move forward and my lips stretched around his thick black shaft until his groin was tightly pressed against my nose and his balls were pushing against my chin. The camera flashed again. Finally he pulled his cock out and began a slow in and out motion as he deep throated my mouth shoving his cock into my mouth and pulling it out only to push forward again. It was just a matter of moments before he began to cum. A hot spurt of black baby juice struck the back of my throat. The first stream was quickly followed by another. Then, to my surprise, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to spurt cum onto my face and into my blond hair. When he was done he stood beside me with his black dick pressed against my cheek and the camera flashed recording my cum splashed face. At that moment I noticed that all of the boys had gone quiet. From my position on my knees in front of the black leader I looked around and saw that one of the teachers was standing there. What is going on here he asked as if it were not obvious. I stood up in shock without realizing that I had given the teacher a full frontal view of my young body. Mr. Parsons our history teacher stood there thoroughly enjoying the view and I was simply too numb and shocked to even move. The black leader of the group stepped forward and said that they had just been having some fun and no one was being harmed. He said that I enjoyed giving blow jobs and that I would give Mr. Parsons a blow job to prove it. At first Mr. Parsons looked somewhat shocked by the thought but I could see the gears turning as he realized what a marvelous opportunity he had just been offered. I looked back at the leader and then back at the elderly pot bellied bald man standing there. I began to shake my head no but the black boy quickly stepped behind me and placed his hands over my breasts. He pulled me back so that I was leaning against him and whispered in my ear that he expected me to do as I was told and that I had better cooperate or they would all be in trouble. When he told me to cooperate it was as if a switch was turned and I once again became the slut. When he told me to spread my legs apart and give Mr. Parsons a good look at my pussy I complied. When he told me to reach between my legs and pull my pussy lips apart I did as I was told. The camera recorded it all. Then he asked Mr. Parsons if he would like to taste my sweet blond covered love box. Mr. Parsons looked from me to the black leader and back. Slowly he nodded his head yes and knelt between my legs. I continued holding the lips of my pussy wide apart and watched the top of his bald head as his lips came into contact with my clit. His tongue flicked out and tasted my juice. In a few moments his face was buried between my firm white thighs and I felt the humiliation as the camera snapped over and over. Finally he stepped back and looked at me. He asked if I would mind giving him that blow job now. As if in a daze I heard myself say ok and without being prompted I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. My hands went to his zipper and I slowly pulled it down. When it was all the way down I reached inside his pants and fumbled around looking for the opening in the front of his boxer shorts. I finally found the opening and removed his hard prick from his pants. I stroked it a few times noting that my white hands looked better contrasting with a black dick than they did with this white one. I leaned forward and took his shaft between my parted lips and into my warm moist mouth. I wrapped my lips firmly around the shaft and began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft while stroking it with my hand. The camera flashed. It was just a matter of moments before I felt the rush of hot sticky semen as it splashed into my mouth. I held his cock inside my mouth as he shot load after load. It must have been a long time since he had sex because his balls had more semen than I thought possible. Finally he pulled his limp dick from between my lips and quickly stuffed it into his pants. The black leader handed him something. When I looked I saw that it was a picture of the two of us with his dick buried to the hilt in my mouth. The black leader told Mr. Parsons that they wanted him to have that as a souvenir of the experience. He also told him that there were other pictures that they would be glad to share with the principal if anyone ever heard of what had happened here this afternoon. Mr. Parsons nodded his head, looked around the group and took a final longing look at my naked white body standing there among all of those black boys and just walked away. I'm not sure but I think that there was a bounce in his step that had not been there before. As soon as Mr. Parsons left I was forced back onto my knees as the other nineteen boys used my mouth for their cum dump. Although most of the boys wanted to cum in my mouth several of them also pulled out before they had finished and added more cum to that already coating my face and dripping onto my tits. Each of the boys had their picture taken as I sucked their cock and as they came in my mouth or on my face or tits. When they were all done the leader helped me to stand up. I stood there surrounded by the black boys, topless with my skirt still up at my waist and my blond covered pussy clearly in view. Cum covered my face and ran down onto my tits and dripped from the tip of my nipples. Numerous pictures were taken for all the boys before I was finally released. When I asked for something to wipe my face the leader told me that I could not clean my face off until I got home. He allowed me to pull down my skirt and put on my shirt which quickly became soaked with the cum coating my breasts. He insisted on walking me home to make sure I got there OK but I knew that he wanted to humiliate my more by making sure that I did not wipe off any of the cum. What could I do? I was left with no choice but to go home with my nipples clearly outlined by the clinging cum soaked shirt. There was cum in my hair and on my face. Even though several people passed us on the walk home and most noticed my condition and the strong young black boy walking with me I was fortunate not to see anyone that I knew. I had been thoroughly used and humiliated. More importantly I had enjoyed it immensely and knew that I would miss these little afternoon parties. I might even miss the look of rapture I had seen on Mr. Parsons' face. I also knew that it was a good thing that my high school years were over because I would have eventually been fucked by all those black boys if it had gone on any longer. When I reached home the black boy was very polite. He thanked me for a wonderful time and said that he and the group would surely miss me next year. Then he gave me an envelope and left. Fortunately my mother was not home that afternoon so I had been able to reach the bathroom safely. After I had washed cum from my face and hair I took time to open the envelope. Inside I found copies of all of the pictures those black boys had taken. There was picture after picture of me being fondled while dressed. There were pictures of me the day they had first seen and fondled my bare breasts. There were even pictures of me from today as I sucked off all twenty black boys and Mr. Parsons. I knew that I should throw those pictures away so that no one else would ever see them but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I finally hid them so that I could bring them out every now and then and remind myself of how much I had enjoyed being ordered to service those boys. As I finished my story my husband told me that after an experience such as the one she had with the black boys he could understand why their love life seemed sedate. I had told him that I was not dissatisfied but that he had asked what turned me on and why and I had answered his questions. Now I wanted to know what turned him on. He said that he had one question first. He wanted to know what had happened to the pictures. I was reluctant to answer him but I finally admitted that I had them stored in a box in our bedroom. Of course he wanted to see them. I felt my face flush as I told him that it would bring back all of the humiliation from those days. He and I both knew that I would enjoy it so he told me to get the pictures and show them to him. When I returned I just handed him the envelope and sat down. I did not have the faintest idea how he would react. He opened the envelope and removed the pictures. I sat there, my face red, as he lingered over each one. Finally he turned to me and said that I was just as beautiful now as I had been in high school. He asked if he could keep these pictures some place where he could look at them from time to time. I asked him why he wanted them. Well, he said. I'm not sure because I have not had the benefit of your experience but I think that we might be even more compatible than we thought. You see, I've often wondered what it would be like to share you with other men. To have you do things with my friends and strangers while I watched and controlled the situation and, after seeing these photos, I realize that I was right. These are the most erotic pictures that I have ever seen. The fact that I not only know but am married to the woman in the pictures is even more exciting. The thought of seeing another man's dick caressed by your lips as he shoves his shaft into your mouth just sends shivers down my spine. I've even had dreams of you as I made you offer yourself sexually to other men at my direction. I think you would look absolutely beautiful with another man's cock buried between your legs and several men lined up to take their turn using your warm moist pussy. At first I was shocked to realize that my husband would want other men to touch me and use me as he described. Then, as reality set in, I realized that this was exactly what I had wanted to do also. I was too much of a prude to allow myself to get into the type of situation he was describing. However, if someone that I trusted made me do these things I could have my cake and eat it too. My prudish self could excuse the actions because I was being forced to do these things and my whorish self could lie back and enjoy the excitement of being used by any number of different men in ways that I could not even imagine. As I looked at my husband and slowly began to smile I saw the tenseness leave his face when he realized that everything was going to be just fine. We decided that he would have to take charge and set things up. I was not to know what he had in store until it happened. Barbara - My Husband's Slut Ch. 02 Chapter 2 – A Trip to the Mall Tim had developed an interest in photography and had been involved with a camera club for some time. The club had meetings and, on a few occasions, they even had models come to the meeting for photo sessions. This was why I was not too surprised that Tim told me that he was planning to take some pictures of me. After dinner one evening he told me that tonight was the night. He handed me a package and told me to change into the clothes in the bag. I went to the bedroom and took a look at what was in the package. Tim had provided me with a regular white blouse that buttoned up the front but did not need to be tucked into my skirt and ended just below my waist. Tim had also included a tight and very short skirt that I was not sure would even cover my ass much less anything else. To wear under these clothes he had also provided a push up bra that was at least one bra size and one cup size too small. Squeezing my tits into the bra would very definitely be a challenge but I guess that was the idea. He also included a thong that would cover my blond bush and nothing else. When I had finally gotten myself squeezed into this provocative and revealing outfit one look in the mirror confirmed the shortness of the skirt. The skirt would cover my ass as long as I was very careful and kept tugging it down. I had originally thought that the blouse was the correct size but when I finally put it on I discovered that it was also one size too small. In order to even wear it I had been forced to leave the top three buttons undone which, when combined with the bra, revealed a lot of my milky white breasts. Because my breasts were fully supported by the bra they jiggled provocatively when I walked. Tim met me at the bottom of the stairs as I came down from our bedroom. The look in his eyes told me that the effect was electrifying. Even though this was my husband looking at me I still blushed when I realized that he could probably see my crotch up the front of the skirt as he stood on the steps below me. I was relieved to think that this photo session was to be here at home even though the thought of being seen in public dressed this way caused me to experience some very erotic feelings. I smiled and twirled around for Tim and he said that I looked great. Then he said that we were going out to the mall for a few shots to be taken on location before we came back home for the rest of the session. My knees went weak and I had to sit down. I had never thought that Tim would take me out and display me like this. Then, I realized, I really had no idea what Tim had in mind from the start and this evening was very much in keeping with the type of things that we had discussed. As he held the car door for me it was clear that I could not get in the car wearing this skirt without giving my husband a good look at my crotch. With that thought came the realization that if I had to sit anywhere at the mall I would have the same problem. When we arrived at the mall Tim chose a parking place that was well lit so that anyone watching would get a real show as I got out of and back into the car. We entered the mall holding hands like two young lovers. Our idea was already reviving the spice in our love life. For a while we just walked around the mall. Tim was looking at everything and deciding where he wanted me to pose for our photos. Finally he took me over to an area that the mall designers had set aside for people to rest. The seats were arranged in a circle facing into the center. There were several men sitting in the area obviously bored with shopping and waiting for their wives to finish spending their money. Tim told me that he wanted me to go and sit in the seat that was opposite the three men and to sit down on the same bench that was occupied by an older gentleman. I was told to just sit there for a few moments until I was sure that I had everyone's attention. Then I was to bend over and begin messing with the strap on my high heels. Then Tim told me that he wanted me to leave the strap undone and sit up and ask the older gentleman next to me to please help me refasten the strap. When he knelt before me I was to give him a show. Tim was going to be walking around taking pictures of the proceedings using a telephoto lens. I was thoroughly embarrassed being at the mall dressed as I was without doing what my husband had just told me to do. I looked at him with the most pleading look I could muster. I really did not want to do this but what a rush it was going to be. At first I just walked across the central area until I was sure that I had all of the men's attention. Of course, it did not take much to catch their attention since I had more flesh exposed than I had covered and what was covered was covered in a most provocative way. I took one last look at my husband and he just waved me on irritably. OK, I thought. Here goes nothing. I moved back into the central area and approached the bench where the older man sat. He looked up and his eyes widened as I sat down. The look in his eyes told me that despite his age he sure wasn't dead yet. I sat down and leaned back against the back of the bench while I took a quick look at the three men sitting opposite of me about 20 feet away. My skirt was more than half way up my thighs and I knew that if I spread my legs just the least little bit they would be able to see my white thong nestling there covering my crotch. At this point I just relaxed and gave myself to the moment. Slowly, I began looking around the mall as if I was looking for someone. As I turned and moved on the bench I felt my skirt sliding even higher and with each movement I let my knees slip farther and farther apart as if by accident. In just a few moments I had allowed my knees to part enough to allow all three of the men an unobstructed view of my lightly covered pussy. As Tim had told me I slowly bent forward as if to adjust the ankle strap of my high heels. As I struggled with the strap I wiggled my ass from side to side to allow my skirt freedom in the back and I was soon rewarded by feeling a cool breeze as it caressed my now exposed backside. I made sure that the men across the circle who could no longer see between my legs did not lose interest by doing everything that I could to interest them in the large amount of cleavage I was showing. Finally, with a sigh of frustration, I sat back up and looked at the older man next to me. When he finally took his gaze away from the two soft pillows of flesh that were trying to burst from my bra and blouse and looked at me I asked if he would mind helping me refasten the ankle strap on my shoe. I explained that it had been too tight but now I could not get it refastened. Of course, he was more than willing to assist knowing that my short skirt would, most certainly, allow him a good view between my legs. As he knelt down and began fastening the strap he tried his best not to take advantage of his position and look up my dress. This would not do so I managed to spread my legs wider as he worked. It was then that he looked up at me and noticed my spread legs. He must have thought that he had died and gone to heaven. I guess I might have failed to mention that the white cloth covering my blond pussy was just thin enough that you could see my pussy lips through it when you were as close as he was. He paused right there and stared between my legs. By now I was really into the scene and wanted him to see a sight that he would remember for the rest of his life. As he stared between my legs I spread my knees even wider apart and slid forward some more on the bench. I could not have asked for a better reaction. As I slid forward the thong under my ass caught on some sort of protrusion and pulled the material so tight that I felt it slip between the lips of my pussy. I thought the old man was going to have a heart attack right there. His eyes bulged out and he openly stared at my almost bare crotch. While he remained there, mesmerized, I leaned forward and asked him to adjust the ankle strap on the other shoe too since it also had been bothering me. While he did this we talked which gave him numerous opportunities to look up at me. Of course, each time he looked up his gaze would pause as he stared between my legs. The men on the other side of the circle were moving this way and that trying to get a look at what the old man was enjoying. He finally finished and could not justify his position any longer and stood up to leave. I continued sitting with my legs spread wide apart as I thanked him for his help. The bulge in the front of his pants was reward enough for me as I watched him quickly walk across the mall and into the men's room. I finally rose and walked away passing just in front of the other three men and noting that they also had significant bulges in their pants which they were trying to conceal. As I moved down the mall Tim rejoined me and told me that he had thoroughly enjoyed my performance and he too had a hard on to prove it. Feeling the moment I briefly reached down to his crotch and grasped his prick thru his pants. As I did so he let out a yelp of surprise. Two can play at this game I figured and smiled. Tim wanted to walk around some more but I insisted that we leave. I knew that he had something planned for when we returned home. He assured me that he had gotten some great shots of the old man as he refastened my ankle straps and enjoyed the sight of my nearly bare pussy. When we had returned home Tim gave me a see thru negligee to wear while posing for his pictures. At first Barbara was a little concerned. Letting strangers look at her body was one thing but these pictures could be seen by anyone but Tim had promised that the pictures were just for him. What was the harm? And then she realized that this is what would make posing for them all the more exciting. She posed for a number of partially revealing shots. Then she thought about that. Partially revealing? You could see thru the damn negligee. After several shots Tim had simply gone whole hog and told her to remove the negligee. Alright, she had been more than a little flustered when he told her to take off the negligee and pose for him totally naked but she had been titillated at the same time. Tim had said the photos were just for him but once they had been taken you really never knew who might see them. Still, they had agreed that she would do what Tim told her and it was certainly a turn on laying there on the bed with all of her secrets on display. She almost felt like some sort of slut and the tingle she felt was almost more than she could stand. The feeling of shame was almost indescribable and excruciating at the same time when he had instructed her to open her legs wide apart. At first she had refused almost wondering if she had made a mistake. In the end his soothing voice had worked its magic on her and she had acquiesced to his requests. Slowly, even reluctantly at first, I moved my legs slightly apart. Tim was not to be satisfied so easily and finally she gave in to the inevitable and spread her legs wide apart. The cool breeze she felt caressing her pussy lips told her that it was too late for modesty. Tim's eyes lit up and he snapped a number of pictures as she lay there feeling humiliated and strangely excited. After Tim had taken several pictures of me with my legs spread obscenely wide he had inserted a black dildo into my pussy and taken more pictures. Then he instructed me to get on my hands and knees with my back toward the camera. After a few shots he ordered me to spread my knees wider apart with my face down on the pillow my ass up in the air. Then he had me reach around and spread my pussy lips wide apart. Barbara knew that her face was beet red. No one, not even Tim had ever seen her body this intimately. Only a slut would pose for pictures like this and that must be what she was becoming. No, she thought. I'm not a slut. I am just doing what I am being ordered to do by my husband. That's what every woman should do she thought. Finally he had her turn back over on her back again. He instructed her to pull her knees up and spread them as wide as she could. Then she was again instructed to put her hands between her knees and to pull her pussy lips apart and reveal the inner reaches of her love nest. At first Tim took pictures from up close. Then he moved farther away so that you could clearly see her whole body including her face. Afterwards they had made love with an intensity that was stronger than any she had felt in the last couple of years. This is working she thought. That was truly the best sex we have had in some time.