Category: exhibitionism

Cindy Goes Shopping

“Oh, this is kinda cute!” Cindy said, holding up a dress. The dress was vinyl. It had vinyl straps holding up a top that was cut low across the front. It was short. And the front was connected to the back by 3 one-inch vinyl strips on each side. The strips separated the two halves by about six inches, leaving a wide expanse of skin to be seen. It was slightly narrower at the waist than at the top and bottom, allowing the chance of a glimpse of breast at the top, and who knows what at the bottom.

“Yep, it sure is.” I replied. “I think you should try that one on.”

“I’ll think about it.” She said, noting its position on the floor.

We were in an adult shop, stopping in late after a bit of a night on the town.

I thought the dress would be just about the right length – very short – and I liked the other features as well.

As was customary, when we walked into the shop to look around, Cindy had headed straight for the clothing. I had scoped the place out a bit. It had the counter in the middle of the store, with the clothing racks on one side, the leather and toy stuff along with the dressing rooms on the other side, and in the back were long shelves of movies for rent and for sale. There were perhaps 6 or 7 men roaming in the racks, searching for the movie that looked just right. The clerk was a youngish man, who looked bored when we walked through the door, but who seemed to perk up when he got a good look at Cindy.
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Joe and Me

My husband and I had been fantasizing about me having sex with a client of his. It was brought up basically in jest, but we talked more and more about it as time went on, and it eventually became a favorite fantasy of ours. Well, one day my husband had a prospective client in his office, and the client (whose name is Joe) looked at a picture of me my husband has on his desk and remarked on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife (as the author of this story, I can refer to myself however I want!).

My husband agreed with him, and asked him if he wanted to see a better picture. Naturally Joe said yes, and my husband showed him a more revealing picture that he has of me. I’m coming up out of a pool, wearing a white one-piece swimming suit. Thanks to the water, the suit left very little to the imagination. When Joe expressed his appreciation, my husband took the bold step of asking him if he’d like to have sex with me!

So that’s basically the background. I’m sitting at home when my husband calls and asks me if I’d like to join him and Joe for dinner. He asks me if I remember what our favorite fantasy has been, and if I’d really be willing to go through with it. I remember being shocked that HE was willing to go through with it, but I was basically aroused by the whole idea of it. So he told me to put on something sexy and meet them at the restaurant.

I quickly jumped in the shower to get ready. Yes, my hands did wander as I got all soaped up and thought about what I was about to do, but I didn’t really masturbate all the way to a climax. I was just sort of moving around in a heightened state of arousal. I put on a pair of thong panties, a very revealing bra (to accentuate my firm, 36C breasts), stockings, garters, a tight black skirt, 3″ heels, and a very tight gold top. The top was high cut, but so tight that it just molded around my breasts. And I was so aroused that it was very easy to see my nipples through the shirt. I knew I would be turning some heads. Finishing with some make-up, I was out the door to meet the boys.

As I drove, I was wondering what the client would look like. In our fantasies, he had naturally been an incredibly studly guy. When I found the two of them at the bar, it was quite the opposite. Joe was about 45, balding, and really quite overweight. But I was committed at this point, and as I walked up to meet them I could feel his eyes surveying my body, which did have the effect of increasing my arousal despite the way he looked. I had a drink with them at the bar (okay, I had about 3 drinks actually, figuring I’d need to be a little drunk to really go through with this – but who’s counting?). It was actually sort of fun flirting with him and making my husband squirm, and I made sure to do a lot of touching him, both with my hands and brush-ups against my chest. My horniness was increasing.
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Neighbors Wife

I just witnessed a very hot lady fuck a roomful of guys and had to tell about it. I am 45 years old and live in a medium size city located in the western United States. This is pretty conservative territory, so I have never had the opportunity to participate in any wife swapping parties or orgies. I have heard rumors of a few, but that is about it. I am happily married to a great woman, Jane, who loves sex as much as I do and as far as I know she is also satisfied with our marriage.

Our next door neighbors are not so lucky. Bill and Shelly are in their late-twenties and have had a pretty stormy relationship since moving in three years ago. This is the second marriage for both of them. They have been separated a couple of times that I know of, but always end up back together. Shelly is a hot number with nice tits and a full round ass. She looks like she is made for fucking but Bill always acts like his sex life is only average. Bill is a great guy who likes to hunt and fish and is gone most weekends enjoying his recreation. His being gone seems to contribute to the stress in his marriage.

It was a hot Saturday and I had committed to Jane that I would build a patio and rock fireplace in our back yard while she was out of town with one of our sons at a basketball camp. A few of my friends had volunteered to help. As the day wore on, it got hotter and hotter. About the time we were all ready for a break, one of the guys reported that my neighbor was laying in the sun in a very small bathing suit and encouraged us to take a look. I felt like a dumb shit spying on my neighbor, but I had seen Shelly’s ass before in a bathing suit and it was truly worth seeing. Well, we were too loud and Shelly saw what we were doing. She rolled over on her back and raised up. There were four or five of us staring at her through the fence and I am sure she could make us out.

She yelled “enjoying the view!” I was totally embarrassed and yelled out an apology. To my surprise, Shelly got up and walked over to the fence and told us it was perfectly alright. She said she enjoyed having men admire her body. She was wearing a white thong two piece suit which left little to the imagination. Her nipples were sticking out and I swear I could see the outline of her cunt through the bottoms. I apologized again and we retreated. For the rest of the afternoon, all the guys could talk about was Shelly.
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Hotel Sex

Not long ago my wife, Donna, and I went to a large city not far from where we live and got a nice room in a swanky downtown hotel. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy champagne on each other’s lips.

I stood up and loosened the robe, exposing my swelling dick. I straddled her legs and asked her to suck me. She smiled, took a large drink of champagne, and slid her mouth over my dick. The fizz of the bubbly and the work of her tongue brought me the rest of the way to attention, and she moved back and forth, pulling me in deeper each time, until my rocket was probing the back of her throat. She swallowed the champagne and the tip of my dick followed. She massaged the tender underside with her warm tongue and drew me slowly all the way out, sucking tightly on my tip. I almost came right then.

“Wow,” I said, exhaling deeply as my dick popped out of her mouth. “You are unbelievable.”
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Taking Care Of The Pool Man

A lot of people don’t realize, but frosted glass is see-through. Only when it is daylight outside does it work as it is supposed to. If its night, and you turn a light on, anyone outside can see straight inside. My wife and I found this out a few years ago, when a female neighbor came and told us we should close the curtains on our bathroom, as she could see right through our window as clear as anything. Apparently she had a nineteen year old son who was having a good time looking through our window at my wife soaping herself in the shower, and no doubt bending over to put her knickers on as well. The thought of some pimply teenage boy pulling his hardon while staring in at my trim and prudish little Asian wife in her birthday suit turned me on no end.

My wife is Malay, and generally is very careful about covering her body and would never even step outside in shorts. But surprisingly, she wasn’t that worried about having been seen naked by some horny young man who no doubt came all over his hands while thinking about what it would be like to stick his sausage in my wife’s tight little cunt or bumhole. She felt if he had seen her like that, that was just his good luck and she hoped he enjoyed himself. This got me thinking, and I said to her, “Well, if you leave the blinds up, and some poor guy gets all hot and bothered because of it, then the next time that happens I think it’s only fair that you take care of it for him.” Feeling myself get hard, I told her that she must promise that if any guy ever came to the door and said he had seen her naked in the shower, she was to pull him in through the door, apologize and ask if she could take care of it for him. The she would drop to her knees, unzip his fly and pull his cock out and take it in her mouth, bringing him off. Shocking, my wife agreed to all this, although I of course just assumed that she was playing along with my fantasy and the situation would never actually arise. It was many years later that I realized how wrong I had been.
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Japanese Hot Spring Tour

Our Hot Spring Tour of Japan has one more stop before we head home to the United States. So far it has been a wild experience for me, my Japanese wife Takako, and our two traveling buddies, John and Cathy. Fulfilling my long time fantasy, Takako had begun fucking other men. First, she sucked off John, and then thoroughly humped him in an open air Hot Spring Bath, while I watched. At the next stop on our tour, she not only screwed John again, but also took on four Japanese men who she encountered in an Onsen Bath, while John and I were playing golf. By the way, I had the opportunity to pump Cathy and later she joined my wife in that orgy with the four Japanese fellows that I just mentioned.

We are now in a fabulous Hot Spring Resort near the city of Misawa; which also happens to be where a large U.S. Jet Fighter Air Base is located. We didn’t know that fact when we first arrived; but upon visiting a local nightclub near the resort, we noticed a large number of Americans enjoying the company of the local ladies. Asking around, I discover that the town was host to Misawa Air Base. It didn’t take long for two of the very assertive jet jockeys to make their way to our table and ask Takako and Cathy for a dance. With our permission, the girls happily accept the opportunity to boogie with two young, good looking hunks.

As the booze, flows and the music slows, Takako and Cathy have their round, firm bottoms caressed and perky, full breasts massaged with subtle mastery, while on the dance floor. Needless to say, they are both helplessly horny when we finally returned to our hotel at 2 a.m. Instead of going to our separate rooms, we crashed in our room. Soon we were naked and seriously engaged in group sex. Cathy rides my stiff cock with drunken ecstasy, while Takako licks my balls and Cathy’s moist rosebud. Behind her, John is shoving his rock-hard shaft into her tiny twat. In our state of extreme inebriation, we are not aware that our loud moans and passionate screams fill the hallways and occupied rooms surrounding us.

Cathy must have experienced three or more orgasms during her vigorous ride on my rod. She is very verbal when going through the throes of a climax. When I finally fire gobs of sperm into her soaking cunt, Takako licks and sucks all the excess that seeps from her pussy. The feeling of shooting your load into a squeezing vagina; while a hot, wet tongue sucks your balls and licks your penis is indescribable. Meanwhile, my wife was being rammed by John’s respectable rod, which drove her through several waves of orgasmic bliss. John empties every last drop of his semen into her throbbing hole. When Takako, John and I wake up, at around 10 that morning, none of us feeel like getting out of bed; so, John and I perform double penetration on Takako, as Cathy sleeps next to us.
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Would Never Have Believed It

It was a typical Monday morning, or so I thought. I was at my desk at about 9:30 when my boss walked over and said she needed to see me in her office immediately. She quickly turned and headed back toward her office.

I had kind of a thing for my boss since she had joined the company a few months ago. She really wasn’t what most guys would consider “hot”. She wasn’t killer- beautiful, but she was cute. She didn’t have a smoking- hot body; she was a little curvy but rarely wore clothes that “did” anything for her, like low-cut tops or tight skirts. She had kind of a librarian thing going, I guess; she dressed very plainly, wore geeky glasses, had normal brown hair usually worn in an unassuming “up do”, I’m sure you know the type.

Simply put, you probably wouldn’t notice her in a group of people, like at a party; that is, if she ever went to a party. I didn’t recall that she had ever attended an after-work thing whenever one was organized in our department. We had something to celebrate or observe every couple of weeks and would usually just meet up in the bar in the lobby of our building, so it wasn’t like she had to go out of her way or anything. She just seemed… boring? uninterested? I dunno honestly.

But, there was something I found alluring about her, something intangible. She did wear some kind of perfume that could make my cock hard instantly! So that might have been it. Seriously, I don’t like most perfumes at all. What she wears is very faint, very soft, hard to categorize, kinda like her. It’s not floral, it’s not musky, it’s just… stunningly attractive.

The first time I got close enough to smell it on her was at her first day with the company, and my cock got hard right away. It really shocked me, had never happened before in my life. We were in a group meeting and luckily I was wearing relatively loose-fitting pants. That would have made a hell of a first impression. I probably would have been cited for inappropriate sexual conduct or something, I’m sure!

I jumped up from my desk and found myself trailing closely behind her, taking in her perfume’s scent. I could have walked behind her for miles if I had to.

I followed her into her office, and she closed the door behind me. “Please, sit,” she said. There was nothing out of the ordinary with our interactions to that point, nothing that stood out to let me know something was wrong.

She looked very uncomfortable sitting at her desk, and it was a few moments before she composed herself to speak. I was starting to get a little worried. Finally, she picked up a stack of printouts from her desk and handed them across to me. They were highlighted and it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at.

“Recognize any of those websites, Tim?” she asked me.
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My Wet Dream Fantasy

This is a fantasy, my fantasy to be honest. I have had it many times in the past few months, and I am not sure to be ashamed of it or to indulge in it. I have told my girlfriend about it, she is very understanding, and when I begin to feel ashamed she tells me I am not a freak and that many other men have the same feelings. But sadly she is not into it at all. Not even the idea of it.

This my fantasy of what I would love to see happen. I have played this whole thing out in my head more times then I can count. Let me fill you in on it.

Don’t ask me why, but within the last year, I have all of a sudden become fixated on the thought of my girl friend, Annie, being fucked hard and fast by another guy. Her moaning, thrusting her hips against his, her large 42 DD tits swaying with the motion of the hard pounding she was getting. I’ve talk with her many times (not in such detail as you can understand) about this, and she is very against the whole idea of it.

I think there’s more going on underneath then even she would ever admit. She would say the thought of being with another man made her feel sick to her stomach yet when we had sex sometimes she would be very into role- playing, and even though she was a virgin when we met, she is a total nympho in bed. So naturally, me being a problem salver, I came up with a plan.

I know it’s not that original, but I figured if I could get her drunk, say… at a bar,(Annie always gets very touchy feelie when drunk to begin with) and present the opportunity to a more opened frame of mind, I would almost surely get to at lest find out how I really feel about all that stuff.

Now I had been bringing it up off and on for about two weeks, and I had gotten her to the point where she has told me, more then once, that “If it ever did happen, and I’m noting saying that it will, if it ever did, I don’t think I could do it with you there, you wouldn’t even know about it till it was over”

And that’s a step up for me. My birthday had passed a few months earlier so I reminded her that she said we would go out to the bar one weekend and get shit-faced together, she said I just had to tell her a week before to make sure she had off that weekend. So I picked the following weekend.

Friday was finally here, Annie had to work during the day, but she got off at one o’clock. I reminded her as soon as she got home, and by one thirty she was taking a bath, after that she did her hair, and picked out a sexy number to wear. She ended up in this tight light pick half sleeve tee-shirt, and these thigh tight hip-huggers that showed off her round ass very nicely. She looked very sexy, and I was getting high hopes for the evening. I had already showered, so I got dressed, nothing special, and slicked my hair back like always, and we left for the first bar around seven.

My girl friends drink of choice is a fuzzy navel, not to high on the alcohol, but two or three were enough to get her off and going pretty good. So when we got to the first bar of the night, she sat at a table, and I bribed the bartender to double the shots in her fuzzy navels for the time we there. But she didn’t like the place much and only wanted to stay to finish her first drink.
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My Subway Ride

I think this will be a fairly short story. It’s about something that happened to me in New York City. I travel there probably 3 or 4 times a year.

On one of my trips I ended up taking the Subway during rush hour. I hadn’t done that before and was impressed with how many people pack onto a train at the same time. You truly do feel like a sardine in a tin. Well while on the train, packed in like that, I felt a hand start rubbing my butt. I couldn’t even turn to see who it was or move away from it. It lasted for a couple of stops and then was over. You can always feel people pressed up against you, but hadn’t had someone actually do anything like that before. I found myself thinking about that experience over the next few months and found it to be kind of erotic. I decided on my next trip to NYC to try something a little bit daring to see what would happen.

On my next trip to NYC, I finished my business a little early one day and went back to my hotel to change and try my adventure. I wore a miniskirt that ended just below my butt with no underwear and a very loose fitting top with no bra. The top had no sleeves and very large scooped arm openings. I could feel my breasts bouncing freely under the shirt as I walked; my nipples tightened up as I thought of what I was about to do. The stop was only a couple of blocks from my hotel and I checked the map to determine where I would take the subway. I didn’t want to end up in a bad part of the city. Being raped was certainly not in my plans. I decided to take the train down from midtown to Wall Street and then back again, it seemed to be a pretty safe route. When I got on the train, I made it a point to remain standing and grabbed onto one of those handles that hang from the ceiling.

While holding my arm above my head, holding onto that handle like that, my breasts were totally exposed to anyone on the side of me. They could see right in the armhole of my blouse and through to the other side. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that several men were enjoying the view and again my nipples got hard at the thought of these strangers checking me out. Other than that though the ride was pretty uneventful.

No one touched me other than the normal jostling that occurs on every train when people are that packed in. I made it all the way to Wall Street and finally got off the subway and crossed over the platform to the other side for the trip back uptown. I was disappointed, I had really been looking forward to this adventure and so far it was turning into a dud. The people at this stop were much better dressed in suits and such. I didn’t really expect too much here even if they were mostly men getting on the train. The train seemed to be even more packed if that was possible.
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First Stag Party Girl

WOW! What a bachelor party! I never in my wildest dreams would’ve thought that I would actually have an opportunity to take on 15 guys at the same time! When I walked into the room and was greeted by all those tipsy guys, I knew my fun was just about to begin.

I must admit I was a little nervous at first after all it was only the third bachelor party I had ever done, but the others were different. I had someone with me. This time I was the star attraction. Talk about pressure!

The guys seemed to be extremely turned on by what I was wearing. When I took off my coat, I had nothing on but a black lace teddy with black stockings and hi-heel shoes. 15 cocks stood at attention immediately at the sight of me standing there in just my teddy and stockings. I must admit it didn’t take long for me to lose my fear of being a success that night. I knew when the guys all gathered round me that everything was gonna be just fine.

As I started to unzip the pants of the groom-to-be, everyone else in the room followed my lead. Within minutes I had 15 guys naked from the waist down forming a line. All of their cocks were standing at attention. Of course the groom-to-be was gonna get his first after all he was what the party was all about.
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