5 comments/ 96111 views/ 11 favorites Wife, the Exhibitionist By: Willingly My wife Lisa and I had been married for 3 years, had been married with me knowing the whole time that as inventive and open as she was sexually, that there was even more in there, struggling to get out. To help your imagination, Lisa was 33 when this took place, was 5'5, a curvy 150 with long brown hair and equally brown eyes. Her hips led to a smaller waist, led to a pair of natural 38 D D D's. And yes, i did say natural, and yes, there are 3 D's in that measurement. I always thought she could easily become an exhibitionist, and that played into a particular fantasy of mine. So, having had it, I decided to see if she would be open to it. I slowly built up her self esteem, had her wear tighter or more revealing tops and or clothing in public, began with a little naughty talk. That led to pointing out her exhibitionist streak, which was there, just hidden. That led to sex with the blinds open, sex on the back porch with the chance people might see. The more things progressed, the more she was turned on by them. Of course, the ultimate end to that progression was the part that frightened her, and it wasn't discussed, i.e., sex with another person. It progressed more and more. We would go to the bookstore and I would sit and drink coffee while she brazenly flirted with people. That led to her one time sitting at a table in the cafe, letting a man put his hand on her thigh as they chatted. I thought that was as hot as it would ever be, simply because I didn't think she would go farther. I had the idea that she wanted to, but there is a leap between want to and will. She would pepper the naughty talk at home with what ifs, as in, what if instead of his hand on me, it was my hand on him? What if someone asks me for more than flirting? Like my number or something? What if i run into a really cute guy, huh? And that was when I began repeating the mantra that as long as she was open and honest to me, and that she protected herself, that honestly whatever she wanted to do was OK with me, so long as she enjoyed herself. and so long as I could see, or hear, as that was most of the eroticism with me. That went on for a while, her questions, my answers, her not believing them and wanting to. She had a shirt that was sheer, meant to go over another shirt, and she would start wearing just the sheer one, when answering the door for the pizza deliveryman. Or she would pretend she was just ready to go into the shower and answer in a towel, one time 'accidentally' giving the poor man a tit show as she reached for the money. The sex after these times were very hot, and she finally admitted the thrill of it all for her, and admitted that she was receptive to taking it further, if I were. That led to another sit at the cafe with another man, and while I sat on the other side of the room, she placed her hand on his thigh. When she moved it, it wasn't to take it away, but to move it up. I watched her stroke him through his pants and realized that everything had begun. Well once she decided to go for it, she suddenly went from being assertive and sexually liberated to wanting me to make all of the decisions. I think it was a way of justifying it internally, such as: having sex with others = slut, having sex with others while my husband gains enjoyment = slut, but good wife, having sex with others while my husband gains enjoyment and tells me what to do = submissive wife. And as she was raised traditionally in the Midwest, i think that the submissive wife was what she was most comfortable in. I knew that in order for this to work, she had to honestly enjoy the situation, which meant we had to choose wisely and, more importantly, ensure that she would actually enjoy it, more so than rubbing or flashing. To that end, with my prompting, she decided to see how she felt letting men see her, nude or partially so. She bought a web cam and would show off her chest, she would clean the house in next to nothing with the blinds open, etc. She enjoyed it. Our back porch was ground level and had about a 4.5 foot wall surrounding it. It bordered on the main thoroughfare of our apartment complex. It was 80 feet to another building, so you had a thinly veiled illusion of privacy, but people could walk anywhere they wanted, 80 feet away or 6 feet away. She wanted to take a chair out, have me sit in it (which made me all but invisible behind the wall) she would hike up her skirt, sit in my lap and go to town. She wanted to do this in the evening, when it was dark, but knowing that someone walking and looking at the right time could see her. Now granted, she was clothed, and only visible from the tits up, but could still be seen rhythmically rocking, if nothing else. Plus, 'from the tits up' on Lisa was infinitely better than head to toe on most. So we did, and we did have people see her, but apparently not me, as she just got a polite wave. She would become more brazen, unbuttoning her shirt more and more on subsequent tries, until there was a mound of cleavage to be seen. She seemed to be 3 things. Turned on incredibly at what she was doing, slightly relieved that no one saw her, and tremendously disappointed that no one saw her. It also seemed like the last major hurdle for her, namely, that someone see her (whether just her attributes or in action) and give approval of her attractiveness. Then the shyness would disappear. Knowing that the odds were low of a random walk by, and knowing how much she wanted to be seen, and also knowing that we might as well get the make or break out of the way, I had a work associate (with whom I discussed the situation, as he had a similar one) come to the neighborhood. I sent him a quick text when we went out, and voila, random encounter. I had told him to be casual, to be surprised. perhaps making a beeline in a dead run would be a little obvious, I told him. Lisa had made it more than just cleavage by this point, often going without a bra and with the shirt completely open (as she did on this night). As she rocked, she saw him approach on the far side of the complex. She sat up a little straighter, just in case. He made eye contact, threw the friendly wave, proceeded on, and then, selling it like an actor, realized what he had seen and looked again. When she realized he saw, she ducked a little, but also immediately came, so a nice mixed signal there. I put one hand on her hip, one in the small of her back to push her to sit up straight, as he watched. I whispered to her to tell me what was happening, that I could only half see. As she described, I asked what she wanted to do. She said she didn't know, but wanted to know if she should act like she didn't care or try to make more eye contact. When told it was up to her she decided to motion him over with a hand. He told me the next day that he was just expecting a good long distance show, but when she motioned, he couldn't get there fast enough. He stood at the wall, smoking a cigarette, 6 feet away and watching very hungrily. Given how brazen it all was, it was silly that we continued to all whisper, but we did, at which point she invited him over the wall. He looked around, climbed over and sat Indian style on the ground. Now she had her fantasy and the real question for me was what would she do. I leaned up and told her to ask him what he thought. She did, and he whispered back that he liked how she looked, he couldn't believe how lucky he was, this was so hot, he loved her tits, etc. With no further prompting from me, she began to loosen, her muscles relaxed, she began to ask him to elaborate. Which he did. She whispered to me, "You said I can do whatever I want, right?" and I acknowledged this was true. She asked him to prove he liked what he saw, he responded "Really?", and she told him again. He stood up, looked around, and unzipped and removed himself. She watched him play with himself for a second and then slipped off of me and stood. She asked him if he understood that this was a one time show, to which he said he did. She asked if he enjoyed, he said he did. She took a step toward him and replaced his hand with hers. "Still understand?" she said, and he said yes. And in one smooth motion she was in front of him, giving him furious head, the slurping grunting, I am so turned on that I am going to do this to completion as fast as possible to get my reward type, all hands and bobbing head. I watched the whole thing from behind her. It took her about 2 minutes. I heard him groan, I saw her give that momentary twitch that let you know she had the shot in her mouth, and then she starting moaning and going at it again, swallowing and tormenting the poor man. When she was finished she stood up, turned and went back inside. I smoked a cigarette with the 'stranger'. He just kept muttering "Jesus" over and over, hopped the wall and went on his way. Afterward, she was a tigress. And that was how it began. Stories soon to follow of how it proceeded. Wife, the Exhibitionist Ch. 02 With the ice broken from her initial foray on the porch, Lisa was both excited and nervous at the thought of further experimenting. She would mention what occurred, almost daily, often provoking a smile from me. It was like a kid who got exactly what they wanted for Christmas and wants to make sure you remember that fact. After 2 weeks, she decided she was willing to try something else, whether it was the same thing again, or taking it further, should she decide on a partner. Her 2 main concerns were finding someone who fit some basic qualifications: tall, average or above endowed, groomed, clean, and able to follow rules and or instruction and, most importantly, finding someone who was ok with me being there. She decided to test the Myspace waters and didn't care for it much, although she was absolutely astonished at how many people seemed to find the idea of fucking a busty housewife in front of her husband erotic. She tried the Craigslist waters and found the responses more to her liking. She flipped from being Gung Ho to submissive as she did previously, and decided that she wanted me to select someone for her. She wanted me to go over the screening process, the rules, etc, and to set a meet up. She said that with all of that pressure off, that she would be much more able to anticipate and, hopefully, enjoy. So using her screening process, I had to come up with a post for the two of us, which ended up being a general description of her, clothed pic from the neck down, and a general idea both of what we were looking for, and what we planned on doing. Over time, I typed the following more times than I can remember: 31yo white female, married, 5'7 155, brown brown, 38ddd natural. As you can imagine, I was inundated with responses. After deleting the "I'm ready give me your address!" responses, I settled on one. He seemed literate, normal, middle of the road attractive, fit, adequate in other areas, and was an exhibitionist. The rules, once again which I had to type endlessly: be clean and presentable, polite at all times, protection is required without exception, understand that your pleasure is behind her pleasure, listen to suggestion and or instruction, no rough stuff, ask permission if you want something different, and remember, the better you are, the better she will be. After going over all that, I asked him (and used this method in the future as well) to describe what he would ideally like to happen. Not only does it test literacy, but you get to see if someone will be a good fit. When it was almost ready to be set up, she decided she wanted to blindfolded. And yes, it was that abrupt. Her reasoning was that without one she would be concentrating too much on what I was doing to enjoy herself fully. It would also, she said, keep her from being distracted if there was one small thing that bothered her about how the person looked. It would also allow her to feel more like I was in control, as well as tie into a fantasy she had of being a piece of meat, used for pleasure. Which was the first I had heard of it, but wasn't opposed. So it was all set up, date, time, and we got ready. She bought an outfit for the occasion, a plain white v neck T-shirt that was about 2 sizes too small, shortish plaid skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings with no shoes, nothing underneath anything. The meeting was for 8, she was ready by 7 and nervous as hell, chain smoking. At 8:15, still nothing. 8:30, still nothing.  she was crushed. I felt horrible, imagining that she must feel like somehow she wasn't attractive enough for some jerk. She went to change clothes when he knocked at the door. Turned out later that the directions had confused him. He apologized profusely. She was out of sight and getting herself ready again, putting on the final touches. I brought him into the bedroom and left him while I went to get her by the hand and lead her, as she had blindfolded herself with one of those sleep masks, a light blue one that blocks out everything. I brought her into the bedroom and left her standing. "Say hello," I said, and she did, leaving him to reply in kind. He looked to me for some approval and I nodded, motioning towards her while I took a seat in the corner. He talked as he approached, understanding that since she couldn't see, he needed to identify his position. "You look lovely," he said, as he approached. He slipped behind her and stood, resting his hands lightly on her hips. She managed to say "Thank you," but was bouncing on her toes slightly, full of nervous excitement. "You look tense," he said, "let me take care of that." She stood there, still bouncing, as he started to rub her shoulders. He kept one hand there and let the other one drop down her back, working her spine. From my vantage point, that hand was invisible, but I imagined it there, and watched his arm move even lower, knowing from Lisa's reaction that his hand had found her ass. His hands moved, coming to her hips, then up her ribs. They found her breasts with agonizing slowness, agonizing because I was as hard as a rock wanting to see another man enjoying the bounty of her chest. I was so entranced with watching her chest move that I didn't immediately notice her hands move behind her, didn't notice her unzip him, and didn't notice her stroking him slowly. He peeled her shirt off, hands immediately returning to her now bare chest. This continued for an eternity that was probably closer to three minutes. Just as I realized that I had yet to open my mouth to say something since it began, Lisa took that option from me as she spun and dropped to her knees in front of him. From where I was, I couldn't see what she was doing, couldn't see the actual act. But I could see her head bobbing deeply, could see his hand on her head, and could hear her saliva loose and moving. "That's it," he said, repeatedly, just saying that over and over in between groans. He whispered to her to stand up and she did. He led her to the bed and laid her down, spreading her legs in the same motion that he dropped his head between her thighs. She was on the bed in such a way that her head was lolling off the bed right in front of where i sat. The noises that she made as she came repeatedly were incredible. It was very obvious that any of her concerns about enjoying herself were gone. He tongued her for the better part of 15 minutes, before stopping, and climbing onto the bed. He went to her face on his knees, and as she wiggled herself back onto the bed, was greeted with his cock against her lips. She let out a little gasp of surprise, and then opened, allowing him access, and taking all that he offered. He began to talk to her again, pulling out of her mouth to let her answer, and then immediately pushing back past her lips. He rested one hand on her breast, squeezing it as he spoke. "You look like you need a good fucking," he said. In the moment she had to respond she said, "Yes." "You want to fuck me," he said. "You want to feel that cock in you," he said. "Yes," she said. "Show me," he said. "How," she asked. "Suck that cock like you want it more than anything in the world." She groaned and did, using her hands to find his ass, pulling him towards her, the seven inches he had to offer slipping fully down her throat, his swollen balls resting on her chin. "Get on all fours," he said. She did. "The other way," he said, and she crawled in a circle, until she was facing me. "Want to give your husband a good show don't you?" he asked, giving her ass a playful slap. "Yes," she said. "I am going to get a condom," he said. "Talk to him," he said, and went to retrieve it from his jeans. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked her. "Oh, baby," she said, "I really am." "Really," she repeated. "Thank you for letting me do this," she said. "Thank you for letting me watch," I said. He climbed behind her and wasted no time in slipping in, hitting the ground running at full speed. Her voice came out in clipped syllables, her tits swaying with the motion, nipples so hard that they were threatening to carve the movement into the sheets. She dropped her face to the bed, leaving her ass up. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, giving her a gentle, if insistent pull until she was on all fours again. "He wants to see," he said. She managed an "OK" before resorting to just squeals. When he said he was going to come, she sped her hips up, her ass slamming into him audibly. He pulled out, tore the condom off and unloaded onto her back. She stayed on all fours as he got dressed, said his good byes and left. I watched her for a minute, frozen in that position, his come cooling slowly down her spine. "Well?" she asked. "Yes?" I said. "Are you going to come fuck me or what," she said with a smile. I stood up and undressed, pressing the head of my cock to her lips. "This first," I said, and she rocked back and forth, her tongue working magic. I watched her suck me, come shining on her back, and wondered what she would want to do next.