The following is another story in the series about the wife Kim. You don't necessarily need to read all or any of the previous stories in the series, but this story follows "Kim Frolics at the Pool Party". As always, feedback is welcome.
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My wife Kim is an exhibitionist. She has never come out and admitted as such, but you only need to look at her face when her tits are exposed to others to know that she enjoys the attention. Sometimes she made it look like an accident. Sometimes she blamed it on an alcohol-induced loss of inhibition. Either way I think she has just wanted to maintain a certain innocence in the process and I figured that was a good thing.
It's not like I was entirely opposed to her exposures. They always provided me with quite a rush from some odd combination of embarrassment and excitement. I loved thinking back to her facial expressions when her body became exposed. I even liked seeing the reactions from the guys as they saw more of Kim than they should.
The problem is that several of her escapades have involved her co-workers from her telemarketing job so I'm not sure how innocent she appeared to them anymore. The pool party was just a couple of weeks ago and I hadn't been able to get it out of my head. I thought it was bad enough that her bikini was stolen while she was in the pool, giving a bunch of guys ample opportunities to see her naked. But I couldn't believe that she let them take pictures of her. And when I found out after the party about the extent of the bodily contact and all the liberties that the guys were taking, I knew we had entered dangerous territory. Truthfully, it was starting to cause me a lot of stress.
But Kim came home one night and told me, rather out of the blue, that she was going to quit her job. I was quite surprised because she hadn't mentioned any problems at work and she was clearly getting along well with many of her co-workers. Then she explained that she had just grown real tired of calling people and invading their privacy to make some sales pitch. She said that she wanted to find something that would be more personally rewarding.
We talked about it more and I told her that I was fully supportive if that's what she wanted to do. When it was clear that she had made up her mind, I told that I was actually glad that she was quitting.
"Glad?" she asked, seemingly surprised.
"Well, I've been getting concerned that things have gotten a little too friendly with some of your coworkers. I mean when some of them accidentally saw your tits, I thought that was kind of sexy. I know you had fun with that and honestly, so did I. And when you were drunk and let them see more, I thought it was sexy that you were being a bit naughty. But now it has happened several times and it seems like they just expect it at this point. And with the last party, with all of the pictures and touching, it's just gone a bit too far. I mean it's still sexy in a way, that you let them take pictures of you and cop a few feels. At the same time I fear where it will end."
Kim nodded her head in agreement. She knew it was true and that it had to come to an end. We reminisced about the first time a couple of her co-workers saw her tits. It was truly an accident. She was removing a sweater and her shirt got pulled up in the process and out popped her tits. Everyone was shocked, she was embarrassed and we both found it very arousing in hindsight.
And we reminisced about the cabin, where she got drunk and several guys got to see her fully naked and a couple of guys even groped her a bit in the shower. The pushing of boundaries was daring and naughty, and we both found it exciting that she let her coworkers see and touch her like that.
"But after this last party, I've actually been pretty stressed out about it, thinking about what else they might be trying with you when you're at work or I'm not around."
"Really, why didn't you say anything?"
"Well I trust you to not let things go too far, but at the same time we've never really talked about the boundary. And I guess I felt conflicted because in a way it still is sexy, even if we're approaching that boundary. At the same time, it has really stressed me out. I didn't tell you, but the other night I had quite a dream."
"About me and the guys from work?"
"Yeah. It was actually pretty crazy. I've had a hard time getting it out of my head."
She looked at me expectantly while I paused and tried to decide how much detail to give. I could have told her an abbreviated version, but I instead opted for the detailed one.
"We were having another party. It was held here, but for some reason in my dream our house looked like our old apartment. Whatever, it was here and there were like four or five guys, plus the two of us. Everyone was drunk and someone pulled up pictures from the pool party on their phone. Suddenly they were talking about taking more pictures to make it look like we had a wild sex party and before I know it you had agreed."
"So wait, which guys were there?" she asked. She seemed particularly excited to hear the details of my dream.
"Well, that's hard to say. They were mostly faceless. It was like I knew that they were your coworker friends, but their faces didn't necessarily match up. I'm sure that Phil and Jon were there, but at some point one of the coworkers looked like Harvey, our neighbor from the old apartment."
"Oh, okay," she said, sounding a bit disappointed at the vagueness.
"So anyway, you agreed to let them take more pictures and they all cheered and were clearly excited. Then they all pulled out cameras and you just started stripping off your clothes in front of everyone. You took off your shirt and you weren't wearing a bra so suddenly your tits were just out there for everyone to see. And they just continued snapping pictures."
"So I was standing here topless and just letting them take pictures of my boobs?" she asked.
"Well yeah, except you weren't just standing there. You were dancing around and posing in different sexy ways. But then someone said that he wanted to have pictures feeling your boobs, so you went up to him and he started groping your tits while the others took pictures. Then you went from guy to guy and let each of them grab and rub your breasts and you just kept smiling for the cameras.
"Before long you peeled off your jeans and pulled down your panties and so you were totally naked in our living room with a bunch of guys all watching you and taking pictures of you from every angle. You danced over to different guys and let them run their hands all over you while other guys took pictures. And you were just laughing away like it was all hysterically funny.