This is part 2 of an ongoing series, which relates the tale of how I got hooked on to exhibitionism and CFNM. The story so far--- My wife has a regular 9-5 job and I usually work from home. I sleep in the nude and one day I accidently flashed our housemaid. This triggered off powerful feelings in me and a few days later I repeated the exposure albeit deliberately and observed the reactions of my maid. Needless to say my own state was of extreme arousal. The full story can be found in part 1.
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Exposing myself nude to Kamla (our housemaid) and the subsequent shattering orgasm remained on my mind the whole day. My hands kept shaking and my whole body trembled whenever the scene replayed itself in my mind. My cock was in a state of arousal throughout the day and even after 4-5 self-gratification sessions refused to subside. I was glad my wife Latika was not around as she would have smelled a rat and I would have been busted. I went to sleep earlier than usual lest she see my perpetual tent pole and get suspicious.
I woke up next morning with a raging hard-on, and heard my wife getting ready in the bath. While she was in there my mind started working overtime. I had thought of little else for the past 24 hours, except of my escapades of yesterday. Now I, or rather my dick wanted more.
A plan began to form in my mind and I flopped over pretending to be asleep. My wife completed her morning rituals and came out of the bath. She was carrying yesterday's washing in her hands, which she promptly deposited in the hamper outside our room. She came back inside and leaned over giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Bye honey, see you later," she said, and continuing, added "don't wait up for me as I will be late getting in today."
I heard her close the door to our room, heard her go down the stairs and out to her car. A minute later I heard her back the car and drive off.
I immediately jumped up and put my plan into action. You see I planned for Kamla to catch me naked again, but this time in different circumstance so that I could observe her reactions more closely, at the same time giving her more time and view.
I opened the room door and picked up all the washing and promptly carried the same back into our bathroom, depositing it all there. This would force her to come into the room. All the while my dick was at full mast and I had trouble keeping my hands from shaking.
Suddenly, a wild idea occurred to me.
"Pick up your boxers!" my dick commanded.
"You must be crazy," my mind thought "it will be too much too soon."
As usual the dick won and I bent down and removed my boxers and trousers from the pile of clothes. I then came out off the bath and discarded the trousers near the foot of my bed. Lying down on the bed I proceeded to arrange the quilt such that it would seem like I had kicked it off in my sleep and I then placed the boxers next to my cock and hips as if I had taken them off in bed. I was on the edge, sideways with a portion of the boxers below my hips and some hanging over the side. My cock rested on the fabric of the boxers.
Nothing to do now but wait...
The wait was killing. But after, what seemed like hours but was maybe only 30 minutes, I heard the familiar sound of someone climbing the stairs. It was enough to jerk my cock into action and it started it'd now familiar jerking dance ritual. The footsteps stopped outside my door.
Knock. Knock.
