Thank you to everyone who has commented and sent feedback on my previous stories. A special thanks to Carl, for his well thought out words and book recommendations.
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Lying under the covers in bed one night, trying to tease my, my wife starts shyly whispering in my ear. "I know you want to show me off again, you pervert!" She laughed while slowly taking off her clothes under the covers. "What is going on in that mind of yours?" I know she loves exposing herself as much as I love her being exposed, her flowing juices are evidence enough for that, but she likes "blaming" me for it. I think it makes her feel better, like less of a slut, and it is also fun for her to feel as if she is being controlled. She got out from under the covers and crawled on her hands and knees, nice and slow, to the other end of the bed, her sweet tight sex and pink little asshole squirming around and driving me wild! Then she turned to me, and parted her legs slowly.
"Do you really want someone to see all this?" She asked in her innocent voice, implying by her tone that I couldn't possibly want such a thing. "What if I did this?" She asked as she ran her fingers across her outer lips, gently parting and opening herself. She began masturbating herself for me asking "do you really want some stranger to see me open myself up? Do you want them to see me make myself cum? So you want them to see me shake, dripping wet, moaning like this?" She moaned. She continued to moan and masturbate for several minutes until she climaxed in front of me. At that point I couldn't help myself. I took her hard, and had a powerful orgasm, with the fantasy she just narrated playing in my mind. Now I knew just what our next adventure would be!
If you read part 4 of this series, you know that my wife, with my permission, asked for the phone number of someone she had been teasing in the park. He was an average attractive guy, with a similar muscular build to my own, and an obvious attraction to what my wife had shown him that day. I took the opportunity to find his number in my wife's phone and text him using my phone. I didn't want to call and scare him off with a man's voice, and I knew she would be too shy to call, so I decided to surprise her by arranging something with him through text. I explained that showing off turns my wife on, and that I allowed her to give him the show in the park. I also told him that she was craving more attention. He seemed receptive to this idea so I set down some ground rules and told him the scenario. She was to be blindfolded and sitting in our bed masturbating while we watched her make herself cum. He could touch himself if he wanted to, but he couldn't touch her, at least not this time. I also didn't want her to know he was there, or at least not be sure if he was there, so I told him he couldn't make any sounds. If he decided to masturbate, she would just assume any sounds his hand made were coming from me.
He agreed to all of this, an then it fell on me to set it up with my wife. "You know what I really want baby?" I whispered into her ear while we were lying in bed one night. "I loved it when you made yourself cum the other night, and I want you to do it again, only this time I want to blindfold you so you can fantasize about someone else watching you." I paused. She looked down, and then looked up at me with that wry little smile that she gets when she knows her sweet dripping sex will get the better of her shy exterior.
"How will that be fun for you?" She asked. "You won't have a blindfold on..." She trailed off.
"Ahh darling, I'll be watching and taking pictures, imagining that someone else would be seeing the same thing I was. Somehow seeing you in a photograph is like seeing you through someone else's eyes."
She smiled and blushed and said "Now?" looking down again.
"No love, I'll let you know when."
So it was set! I made a day and time and waited.
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The anticipation up to the night in question was great. Although I have to admit to feeling a bit guilty as well. Similar to our adventure at the Renaissance Fair, she didn't really know what I was up to, but I told myself that I was fulfilling her deepest desires, and that she really did want to expose herself.
On the night itself, I left the side door open and gave our visitor instructions to wait until I came into the kitchen to get some water at 8:00. At that point she would already be blindfolded and waiting for us. We would go up together, and she would not know we had a visitor. She would be fantasizing about it, and talking about it, but to her, it would be pure fantasy. For me it would be reality.
At around 7:55 I stripped her and blindfolded her and told her to wait in bed with her legs spread wide while I went down to get a glass of water. I told her to enjoy the anticipation and not to start without me. As I got to our bedroom door I looked back at her. Her lovely blond hair fell on her firm little b-cup breasts, not hiding them as much as highlighting how exposed she really was. The hint of abs defining her midsection traced a line down to her completely shaven sex. Her legs were spread as wide as comfort would allow, and her sweet sex was pulled open slightly with the position she was in. I felt a large pang of guilt, and a little bit of jealousy I think, but it was difficult to really tell one from the other. I had gone this far, and there was no turning back now, so I put it out of my mind and went into the kitchen.
I saw his silhouette as I entered kitchen. I put my finger over my mouth as a sign to be silent, grabbed a glass of water with my hands shaking slightly, and motioned for him to follow me to the room. I grew hard with anticipation.
As we entered the room, a wide smile crossed his face and I became harder than I thought possible. My cock throbbed with the eroticism of the scene. You can start darling.
"I hope no one can see me." She said, getting into the fantasy we discussed as she pulled on her nipples. "I wouldn't want to put on a lewd display for just anyone."
"Oh that's not true." I teased. "Remember that poor man in the park, you let him see you and never even let him give himself an orgasm." As I spoke I took my first picture of her.
She heard the sound of the picture being taken and playfully objected, "oh now I don't know who will see me!"
