For the next two years Don and I would live in that same apartment complex, having Kris and Ronnie as neighbors. During that time I would pop over to their apartment at least once a month and let them take turns fucking me.
There was something incredibly erotic about letting two guys I knew casually, take turns fucking me. Being used like that made those walks over to their apartment the highlight of my college experience. Kris, Ronnie, and I had an agreement that I would only come over when they both wanted to fuck me. I didn't want either one getting emotionally attached or weird on me. I never told Don of these moments, but because I had a free pass to have no-strings-attached sex with anyone I wanted, I felt very little guilt.
Don and I got married during our last semester of college and upon graduation, made the decision to move to Tacoma, Washington to start our new lives. I got a job at a popular gym just down the block from our new apartment and Don got an accounting job. He worked long hours, but had a flexible schedule and excellent compensation.
The gym members really responded to my outgoing, positive personality. The men flirted endlessly, but even the women seemed to like me. I adored these people and loved my new job.
Don and I moved into a loft apartment on the side of a hill overlooking the city. Our bedroom and bathroom were located up in the loft. There was a large picture window across from the loft overlooking the other apartment buildings in our complex. It didn't take long for me to discover the thrill of standing naked up there in full view of any neighbor across the way who might be looking my way.
Ever since that first nude photo shoot, I'd collected quite a few nude pictures of myself from the various modeling gigs I'd done in addition to the many nudes Don had taken of me. I kept these pictures in a shoe box I kept in the closet.
One day we were notified our maintenance man, Jeremy was coming over to look at the bathroom sink in our bedroom bathroom. Jeremy was in his mid-thirties and divorced. He had rugged good looks, but didn't seem highly intelligent. I decided to give him a treat. I took my box out of the closet and wrote in big letters: Kim Pics XXX. Then I placed the box under the sink where it would be impossible to miss.
I greeted Jeremy in black, short cotton shorts and an old, thin tee shirt with no bra. He was less than subtle when he drank in my body and lingered far too conspicuously at my nipples, plainly visible through my old shirt. I led him to the bathroom, closed the door, then stood close, hoping to hear him. Sure enough, I heard the sound of the box being opened. My heart was racing.
"Holy shit!" I heard him whisper. Adrenalin shot through me. My pussy ached just imagining him getting off on my naked pictures. I returned to the living room with the hope of giving him privacy to study the pictures. Once comfortable on the couch, my arousal spiked imagining him in the bathroom.
My fingers slipped inside the soft leg of my shorts, and wearing no panties, immediately found my wetness. I was sopping. After shoving a couple of fingers as far into my pussy as they could go, I refocused my efforts on my clit. I quickly took myself to the edge of what I imagined would be an enormous orgasm. Then I heard movement from the bathroom. *SHIT!*
I grabbed a magazine, leaned back into the couch and let my leg fall lazily to the side, partially exposing my pussy to anyone who might be looking. Being half-crazed with arousal, I reached down and yanked hard at the leg opening, putting my entire pussy on display. The bathroom door opened and Jeremy emerged sporting a very obvious and massive erection. He either was too stupid to realize it or didn't care, but it was impressive. I remember thinking in that moment; I bet his ex-wife misses it.
"Sit down, Jeremy." I said, motioning to the loveseat across from me.
He did as instructed and immediately started staring at my exposed pussy.
"So, what did you find in there?" I asked. He looked like a deer in the headlights. "With the sink!" I clarified. "Did you fix the sink?"
"I think so." He said, adjusting his big straining penis. "I should come back tomorrow to double check though." His eyes never left my soaking wet pussy. When he turned to leave I noticed several pictures sticking out of his back pocket. Once he was gone, I couldn't stop thinking about him being in possession of naked pictures of me. It was one of the hottest thing I could ever imagine.
It got me thinking. I was pretty confident many of my neighbors across from me had already seen me naked from my regular shows I put on in front of the window, but I could never be sure. I got three envelopes out and on each, wrote Kim XXX on both sides. Then I slipped a few naked photos in each and left them unsealed. I put them in my purse, then nonchalantly took a stroll around the complex.
I let each envelope "accidentally" fall out of my purse at strategic locations, where I'd hoped a man of my choosing would find them. I went back to my apartment and peeked out the window to see if my plan had worked. And like a charm, it did. Each envelope was discovered by the desired recipient. I imagined each man jerking off to my pictures as I stood there peeking out of my window, two fingers deep in my pussy.
The thrill I got from being 100% sure at least five men (including Don) in my apartment complex had seen me totally naked is hard to describe. Casually running into one of these men would turn me on for the rest of the day and night. I was in a constant state of arousal, typically masturbating 2-3 times a day.
Don was getting fucked hard every night. But sadly, it didn't last. With his long hours at work, we were growing apart. After about a month of contemplation I asked Don for a divorce. He moved out the next day. We parted as friends, but he was very hurt.
I started dating a guy from the gym. Despite the great sex, the relationship didn't last long. Shortly after it ended, I started dating another guy from the gym. A guy Don didn't like. That relationship also ended quickly.
After the second relationship I started reconsidering my split with Don. What had I done? I still loved him. I decided to ask him for a trial reconciliation. He wouldn't hear of it at first, but eventually invited me over on a Saturday night to discuss it.
He explained how much I had hurt him and that he didn't know if he could ever get over me having feelings for two guys I'd fucked from the gym. He could handle the physical on its own but combined with an emotional attachment, it was just too much.
"Let me think on it, Kim."He said. "But you may not like what I come up with."
I really didn't care what he came up with. I was very clear in my mind. I was willing to do whatever it took to win him back. I was desperate.
Two days later, Don invited me over to discuss things. We sat down on his couch and he handed me a piece of paper. On it was the following list:
Two 1-night stands (different guys)
MMF threesome with black guys
Blindfolded gangbang
Find a fuck-buddy you have no feelings for
