If you're a woman reading this story, have you ever flashed your panties, your bra, your naked tits, your naked pussy, and/or your naked ass to anyone? Even if you haven't flashed anyone, have you ever thought about flashing someone when alone, lonely, horny, and masturbating yourself? Even if you haven't flashed anyone, have you ever been tempted to flash the pizza delivery man?
What is that about? Why do women flash men or want to flash men? Why do men flash woman or want to flash women? What's the big deal about showing someone our genitals?
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Author's Note:
This is a true story as told to me by Sir David about his wife Lady Emma from London, England. Only their names have been changed but everything else is as it happened and as they asked me to write it. Not their real named, both David and Emma are in their mid-forties. Married just out of high school, they've been married for 28-years and have a son and a daughter.
David is an investment banker and his very rich. Emma was a model, a TV newscaster, and now works part-time doing commercials and voiceovers as an actress. Empty nesters now, finally alone and on their own for the first time since early in their marriage, both of their children are married and have moved to the green and beautiful, hilly countryside of Scotland. Even though this story is not entirely about them, there are lots of similarities, especially when they decided to add more spice to their marriage by flashing and having extramarital sex.
Always sexually faithful to one another, until they jointly decided to break their marriage vows, Emma has only had sex with David and David has only had sex with Emma. Recently, with the immaturity of jealousy gone, possessiveness no longer an issue, and both emotions deemed juvenile and out of the way, they've been thinking about trying something naughty new, something more sexually exciting, and something erotically adventurous.
Seriously, it's not normal to believe that people can remain monogamous their entire lives. Who wants to dine on hamburger every night when, once in a while, we can eat steak or lobster? We're not wolves, beavers, bald eagles, barn owls, or swans. We're human and humans want a variety of choices. We want sex, lots of sex, and with different people.
It all started with exhibitionism and voyeurism. David has always wanted his wife to flash someone her panties, her shapely, naked ass and/or her red, trimmed pussy. He always wanted her to flash a man her huge, English, milkmaid, naked breasts and her hard, erect nipples. Unbeknownst to David, Emma has always been curious about seeing, stroking, sucking, and fucking a cock that wasn't her husband's prick. She regularly, sexually fantasized of making love and then being fucked by someone other than her husband.
Adding a bit more kink to the sexual arrangement, David was agreeable to his wife having sex with someone, as long as he can watch. He likes to watch. He'd like to watch Emma expose her naked breasts to a man. He'd like to watch a man's reaction to seeing his wife's gigantic breasts. He'd like to watch a man having his sexual way with his wife's humongous tits. Enhancing his sexual excitement, he'd like to watch her stroke, suck, and fuck another man's cock.
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In all started one bright, sunny, and warm, spring morning. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and the sky was blue. Bob, David and Emma's next-door neighbor, was out on his back porch drinking coffee and reading his newspaper.
With little excitement in his life, and with him following the same daily routine day in and day out, not looking forward to anything, his life suddenly changed because of beautiful, sexy, and shapely Emma. It all started quite by accident and quite innocently. Same time every morning at eight-twenty, except for weekends when her husband was home, Emma came out to hang her wet laundry.
A widower living alone, Bob retired shortly after his wife died. Giving him something to masturbate over later that day, he knew that his next-door neighbor, Emma, would soon be giving him a daily show of sexy and naked exhibitionism. He looked forward to not only seeing her but also seeing more of her. With her flashing him her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her nearly, naked tits, he wondered if she was deliberately flashing him or inadvertently flashing him. No matter, as long as she continued flashing him all that he hoped to see of her sexy and shapely body, he was happy.
Like clockwork, he watched her exit her backdoor carrying a basket of wet laundry. Choosing not to say hello, he didn't want her to know that he was there watching her, staring at her, and leering at all that he could see of her naked body and nearly, naked body. Instead, pretending that he was engrossed in his newspaper, he feared that if she knew he was there, ruining his voyeuristic fun today, tomorrow, and every day thereafter, that she'd go inside her house and put on a robe.
Making her white, sexy nightgown even more see-through, the front of her nightgown was already wet from transferring wet clothes from the washing machine to the laundry basket. Her sheer and nearly transparent nightgown would soon be even wetter when transferring her laundry from the basket to the clothesline. Totally oblivious to him at first, she was unaware that Bob was sitting there watching her with not only sexual interest but also with lustful horniness and decadent desire. Although she had a dryer in the house, saving electricity, she preferred hanging her clothes out on the line.
Only, what made hanging her laundry out on her clothesline even more erotically sexual was that when hanging laundry, she always wore her short, low-cut, sheer, and virtually see-through, white nightgown. Not thinking anything of wearing her nightgown out on the back deck and without having the modesty to wear a robe, she didn't know that anyone was there. She didn't know that anyone could see her and would see her. She thought she was totally alone.
Always in the early morning, a light breeze lifted hem of her nightgown as if someone waving a white flag or someone up-skirting her. The breeze that blew up her nightgown tickled her red, pussy hairs and felt good after already working up a sweat doing heavy laundry. Exposing her shapely, naked ass to his horny and appreciative eyes, her windblown nightgown was what first attracted Bob to looking over at Emma. Instead of her raised, white nightgown, blowing in the light wind being a sign of surrender, giving him an erection, it was the beginning of Bob's sexually attraction to David's wife.
With Emma standing higher up on her back porch, and with her not wearing panties, as if she was naked, Bob could clearly see up her nightgown. Especially with the wind helping his view, he could see her naked pussy up the front of her nightgown and her naked ass up the back of her nightgown. With her barely five-foot tall, she had to stand on her tippy toes and stretch to hang her clothes out on the line. Sometimes, when standing on a stool to reach the clothesline, she gave him even more of a view of her naked pussy and her naked ass.
When she stood and stretched herself out like that, her nightgown climbed higher and continually exposed her naked pussy and her naked ass. Giving her neighbor quite the naked show, by showing him all that he wanted to see of her, Bob finally had something to look forward to seeing, watching, and masturbating over. Especially with his deceased wife being as tall as she was thin, and flat chested, she had the shapeless body of a young man. Yet, happily married for forty-years, she was his wife, the mother of their children, and he loved her.
The complete opposite of his wife, Emma was so sexy. She was so beautiful. Reminding him of Maureen O'Hara of old, her breasts were just as huge as were Christina Hendricks' breasts from Madmen. With Emma giving him an unintentional, naked, flashing show, he finally had something to be sexually excited over. He had something to look forward to seeing every morning and masturbating over every night. He finally had some real, sexual excitement in his life. She allowed him to have sexual fantasies of having sex with her naked body every night.
"Oh, Emma. I want you," he whispered for only himself to hear. "I want to strip you naked and kiss you, French kiss you, while touching and feeling you everywhere. I want to give you a sexual orgasm with my fingers and my tongue. Then, I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you and give you a second, sexual orgasm with my cock. Then, I want you to suck me. I want you to blow me and allow me to cum in your mouth, all over your face, and across your huge, naked breasts."
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Finally, aware that he had been watching her, catching him looking out of the corner of her eye, she heard him unintelligibly whispering to himself. She saw him sitting there drinking his coffee and pretending to read his newspaper. Obviously, something she never did, felt, or needed to do before, a wave of exhibitionistic wickedness possessed her to deliberately flash her neighbor.
Daring herself to flash her elderly neighbor, no doubt with her husband inspiring her to flash her naked body and approving of her flashing men, she wished her husband was there to encourage her and to watch her flash Bob. Had she not listened to the conversation between Diane and Carol telling her how they flashed men their white, bikini panties, their bras, cleavages, naked pussies, asses, and tits, she never would have flashed him. Now, tempted to flash, she wanted to flash Bob all that he had already seen of her.
