Discovering Herself More

It had been almost a couple of uneventful months since the last fantasy talk with wife. I took care of myself late at night or early in the morning from time to time, but had no clue if my wife did the same. After our last convo, I realized she probably did, and I wondered if I could get a peek of her pleasuring herself.

One day, one of my old friends in Japan, seven years older than me, came to visit.By the way I have lived in one of Southeast Asian countries for over 6 years now. I don't remember how we exactly started this kinda kinks between him and myself, we had a secret--we shared sneaky pics I'd taken of my wife without her knowing.

I wasn't sure why I had developed this fetish, but I'd been secretly snapping pics and vids of my wife for over a decade. I remember I asked her to get naked when she was pregnant, not full frontal, but a bit side view so that her swollen breast like watermelon, and belly with her pubic down there were exposed. She said she was OK with having a photo of herself like that since I didn't take a full shot of her face so that it's hard to identify her.

Anyway, that evening, after dinner and a few drinks, I showed him some recent shots and clips as usual. As he took my phone, he zoomed in with a mischievous grin. As always, I was a bit excited seeing him get off on my wife's naked pics. Just imagined what was in his mind...

Usually, he only looked at the pics I showed him, but this time, he was swiping through the right and left of my phone. Most were ones he'd seen before, but some were close-ups I'd taken of my wife's private parts during intimate moments. He was checking those out too.

He commented on preferring my wife's dark pubic hair without shaving or waxing, praising her moist pink inner skin tone as sexy. Among the photos were some of my wife chilling at home, braless, with her tits visible through her top. He found these particularly sexy and commented on how much he liked them.

Suddenly It struck me that it would be a real turn-on if I brought him to my place without letting my wife know so that she might accidentally bump into him while braless. I suggested the idea to him and he wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

I said, "What's the big deal? Even if she isn't braless, it's still OK for us to have a few shots of whiskey. You can say hello to her since it's been a while since you guys saw each other last because of Covid. And if she is braless,well then, you can be my guest, my brother!"

He rolled his eyeballs a bit, and asked if it was really okay.

"Sure bro. Not a problem at all" I assured him. "If she is up, she will definitely come out braless."

We took a taxi home and used the card key to enter the condo quietly. Our dog came to greet me, wagging its tail, but was about to bark at the sight of this stranger, so I calmed her down.

I noticed the bedroom light was still on, but my wife didn't come out, which I was sure we didn't make any noise she could catch. I gestured to my friend to stay and snuck to the bedroom. As I proceeded to the bedroom, I heard the shower running. The shower room in the master bedroom had glass walls and mirrors, making the view clear from any angle. My wife was washing her hair, her back to the door. But her reflection showed everything.

I signaled him to come quietly like teenagers trying to sneak a peek of the girls' locker room. We swallowed hard at the sight of her breasts, ass cheeks and her pubes. Fortunately she didn't notice, and we both retreated quietly to the dining area, and my friend gave a thumbs-up and we high-fived.

As I poured him some whiskey, and heard the sound of a hairdryer. 'OK, she is done with her shower now' Soon, she came out wearing a loose sleeveless top that exposed her cleavage and armpits, clearly braless. Unaware of our guest, she walked to the kitchen to grab a drink since we didn't turn on the light in the dining area. I made some sound like putting the glass on the table. She turned around to check out, and had no idea that she had a visitor. Seemed like she couldn't figure out the situation immediately. Her side was bright with lights on, and our side was dark. Her braless state was obvious, and she was wearing very short shorts.

Finally, she noticed. "Oh my!" She was almost shocked and embarrassed, awkwardly covering her chest while greeting our guest and quickly returning to change. My friend, like a typical polite Japanese gentleman, apologized excessively but still scanned her from top to bottom. She got mad at me for not giving her a heads-up about his visit.

"I thought you were asleep and we just wanted to have a few more rounds before we call it a day since it is his first day here" She quickly left to change, and we shared another high-five.

After a few more shots, I called a taxi for him and walked him out and back. My wife then, "What were you thinking, bringing someone in without any notice? What if I was still in the shower?"

"What's the big deal? You could've just greeted him in the shower," I joked.

"Don't be ridiculous. You always think about yourself!"

"Actually,.. To tell the truth, during the dinner I told him that you may be braless at home. He seemed interested, so I brought him over."

"What? Why do you want to show off your wife naked to others?"

"I told you about my fantasy. Yes, the thought excites me. Even if it sounds absurd, he came all the way to see me, and I couldn't do this small favor?"

She had no idea of what we'd been sharing, especially that evening. Usually, we sleep in separate rooms for better quality sleep like many couples, but that night I joined her after a quick shower. She was watching a Korean variety show on her phone. "Why? Horny?" she asked. Without replying, I removed her shorts and panties and started licking her drooling pussy.

"You are so wet here, lady?"

"From the shower."

"It's not just shower water. It tastes you. You enjoy being seen, don't you? Remember? You were very wet when you stripped in front of those naked guys in Spain."

"Just hurry up. I have an early golf tomorrow morning."

"Golf isn't the point. Discovering your new inner self and developing it is."

"Whatever."

"Being seen is exciting, but showing off is even more thrilling. We've discovered your new kink!"

"What about it?"

"Just show off a little when I ask. Seeing others get excited is also turning me on, and you of course."

We continued talking about these things and finished in the missionary position, with her stimulating her clitoris as I came inside.

"Isn't it better now than when it was boring before? This is why communication is important. Thinking isn't enough. Expressing yourself is the key, so even small things should be shared."

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A while ago, we took a family trip to London for our kid's school. It was a short three-day trip with no other plans, and the school was an hour's drive away, so that was our main activity. Due to the time difference and unfamiliar surroundings, we found ourselves napping during the day and wide awake past midnight, then finally catching a few hours of sleep at dawn. We didn't bother adjusting to the time zone.

Our kid, however, had no issues with the time difference and followed a regular sleep schedule.

My wife and I spent the late-night hours watching TV and YouTube. On the second night, hungry from barely eating dinner, we decided to order room service--some sandwiches and a bottle of wine. With the kid asleep, we requested they knock instead of ringing the doorbell.

Our room was a junior suite with a separate living area, so we could close the sliding doors and not disturb the kid. While waiting for our order, we watched a video of a European couple living on a yacht, the woman topless. This sparked an idea to tease my wife's exhibitionist side.

"How about you answer the door when the food arrives?" I suggested.

"Why? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"No, I'll watch from the bedroom. Just wrap yourself in a towel and see what happens if it falls off."

"What if they call me crazy and report me?"

"We'll tip them a tenner; they'll be fine with it."

"Still, what if they jump me?"

"Then it's thank you very much!"

I grabbed a big towel from the bathroom and handed it to her. "Wrap this around you." As I tried to pull up her top from her waist, she said, "Alright, I'll do it myself," and took off her top, shorts, and panties.

"Aren't you already wet?" I teased, trying to touch her.

She pushed my hand away, wrapped the towel around herself, and sat on the sofa-bed in the living room. Spreading her legs and lifting the towel slightly, I slipped my tongue into her.

"I knew it. I'd love it if a big, dark guy from Africa served us," I said, licking her wet pussy. She lay back, uncovered the towel, and squeezed her nipples. Just then, we heard a knock. She stood up, wrapped the towel tighter, and I quickly went to the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar to record the whole thing on my phone.

My guess was right, a big, burly black guy arrived, startled at the sight of my wife. He asked where to place the cart, and she guided him to the sofa bed, holding the door open for him. As he passed by, she casually let the towel slip. He didn't notice at first, but she called out, "Oops!" and bent over to pick it up slowly, giving him a full view.

"Oh madam, I am so sorry..." he stammered, but she didn't bother wrapping the towel back up, just covering herself in front.

When he offered to pour the wine, she agreed, dropping the towel again without a word. Leaning on the desk with one hand, she touched her breast with the other, making eye contact. He smiled broadly, his white teeth stark against his dark skin. After she signed the bill and handed him the ten-pound note, he hesitated to leave, so she asked, "Anything more?"

Finally understanding, he said, "No, no, Ma'am. If you need anything else, just dial zero. Have a wonderful night," and left with a smile. My wife called out, "Hope you enjoyed the show!"

"Surely did, ma'am. Good night."

After he left, she didn't stop, but kept touching herself, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. I was already stroking myself while filming, and I approached her, still recording.

As I neared, she leaned against the desk, spreading her legs wider. I captured close-ups of her fingers working her clit, her hard nipples, and her parted pussy lips.

"Were you thinking about doing it with the waiter? Letting him take you?"

"Oh, I'd love to suck that big black cock," she moaned.

"Should I call and order something else, have him come back and fuck you?"

"Oh, I'm gonna come. Come with me now, please."

Her fingers vibrated faster, and I came all over her dripping fingers and pussy while recording.

"Maybe I'm an exhibitionist," she said afterward.

"It's not a problem. You're absolutely normal."

"But it's thrilling. Pass me the wine."

We stood there, naked, toasting and sipping our wine before kissing.

When we finished our glasses, she looked at me. "Can you get it up again? Let's do it properly this time." She grabbed my withered cock.

"Suck on this for a bit, and I'll be ready in no time."