I begged Rob to let me stop but.....
When Rob got home that night, I was more calm, but I was still upset that the two kids had seen me, seen the writing on me. As soon as he was through the door I said:
"Rob, I can't do this anymore, they made me show off to two neighbor kids. Damnit Rob, I can't do it anymore. Adults are not fine but I can deal with it, I think, but not kids."
"So, do you think that the kids don't know what a naked woman looks like?"
"No, one of them was a girl, Amy, from down the street, but they're just kids Rob. I don't really enjoy letting your friends see me nude, and they try to get their hands all over me, but, God..."
"So, they're just seeing tits, ass and pussy. So what is the big deal Beth?
"Damnit Rob, it's not tits, ass and pussy, it's MY tits, ass and pussy, and I don't look like I did fifteen years ago. For God's sake, I am old enough to be their mother!"
"So you can be Mrs. Johnson instead of Mrs. Robinson!"
"Not fucking funny Rob, although I am sure that you thought it was. I am not fucking some eighteen year old kid from the neighborhood!"
"Beth, I am not telling you to fuck anyone, as a matter of fact, I don't want you fucking anyone but me, but I do want you to let anyone I want to see you naked. And right now I've included Marilyn, Judy and Paige in that. So if they want to show you off to the kid, bite your lip and do it!"
Well, as you may have guessed I wasn't going to win this argument. Later that day Marilyn, Judy and Paige arrived with several boxes and Rob supervised as they packed up every bit of my clothes but for two pairs of panties (for my curse days) and left me with two spaghetti strap sundresses and one halter top dress. I got to keep all my shoes, lovely isn't it?
Dinner was delivered pizza, which of course I had to answer the door to get it. Rob stood and watched me barely open the door to see who it was, ordered me to stand back and let the delivery boy inside. Needless to say he was overjoyed when he saw me, bare ass naked! I was totally humiliated because the writing on me was still very visible. I could see the kid's eyes on the writing, almost as much as on my body. I heard the chuckling when Rob made me go and get my purse for the money to pay the kid but more than anything to have him see my bare ass with "fat ass" written on it. I am beginning to think that Rob enjoys humiliating me. Do you think so too?
Anyway, I got the money, endured the staring eyes on my bare body and paid for it. Seems a little unfair to me that I have to show off everything I have and then pay the guy who is seeing me naked. I wish that Rob had not had our friend Bob shave and clip my pubic hair down to almost nothing. At least that would have hid something of me.
And no, I am not getting used to this! I still blush like mad, I can feel the heat in my face when someone other than Rob is able to look at my charms. I was never one to show off. I was in one wet t-shirt contest when I was in college, one! And I am sure that the only people who knew who I was were my girlfriends, the ones who egged me on to do it!
Now, my co-workers have seen me bare ass naked, most of the neighbors and they've seen me spanked and spanked pretty good and a couple of kids from the neighborhood and a pizza delivery kid. That's not counting the construction workers or truck driver!
We ate at the kitchen table, well at least Rob did, he made me stand up next to him so he could play with my pussy and finger fuck me while I ate. When I had eaten what I wanted, then he had me bend over so he could still get at my pussy and me suck his cock, right in the kitchen. Rob knows that I do not like it when I get sperm in my mouth or on my face, so he delights in holding my head down so I can't pull off his cock when he comes as I blow him. I don't really mind sucking him, in fact I actually enjoy it when he starts out soft and hardens in my mouth, but coming in my mouth....YUCK!
After dinner and a little TV watching Rob took me to the master bath and gave me an enema. You know those hot water bags with a nozzle attachment? That's what he bought to use on me. Another thing that I do not like because after that he is going to want anal sex. AND I DON'T LIKE ANAL SEX! But I try to please my husband. So after the enema and him watching me expel the soapy water, I was leaning on the bathroom counter while he lubricated my anus. Thankfully he played with my pussy some too. Otherwise I would have only been thinking about my poor anus.
Since he had already come once, I had to suck him hard. It didn't take long for him to get that way since he loves to stick his cock up my ass. He's actually fairly good at ass fucking. He takes his time, uses lots of lube and lets me get used to being filled back there.
Rob is the third man I have ever been with in my life, and the first to take me anally. And the last, I hope. I certainly do not want him to tell me to take one of his or our friends up the ass!
After he had come inside my ass I got to sleep and so did he.
The next morning he had me shower with him before he went to work, and fucked me in the shower after I had washed his cock clean. He came inside me, quite a lot actually considering that he had come twice yesterday.
Then I had to make breakfast for him, still nude, just an apron to cover the tender bits while I cooked. He was looking at one of those alternative newspapers. I heard him chuckle and he called me over and showed me an ad. It was for an amateur night strip contest at a club in our city. I just stared at him after I had read the ad. Rob grinned at me.
"I think I just found your next penalty payoff, Beth."
He thought that this was terribly amusing. I didn't.
"Rob, I can't...."
"Be careful what you say Beth."
Damn him! Rob kissed me good bye and left for work, leaving me nude again. I know that I agreed to this but I feel really dumb being nude all day without him here. I guess eventually I will get used to it, but it isn't going to be easy.
To kill some time I sat at our home computer and researched this club with the amateur contest. I was sorry I did. It's a club that doesn't serve alcohol, so they can admit down to eighteen year olds! God! It isn't in a good part of town either. I think that Rob will be coming with me. At least I hope so.
Rob came home shortly after 6 and he handed me a package of invitations. I looked at them curiously. Then he told me what they were for.
"Beth, honey, I want you to write out an invitation to your last place of employment, telling them that you will be in the amateur contest Thursday night. Tell them the name of the club and what time the contest starts. Tell them it's full nude. Tell them that if possible you will be dancing after the contest until the club closes. Also, you will write an invitation to the neighbors, telling them the same things. You will sign your name to each invitation Beth. And you will personally deliver each one. For the delivery, I will allow you to wear a coat, but a coat only. If someone asks why you have a coat on, you will tell them that it's because you are naked under it. If they ask to see, you will unbutton and open the coat darling. And you better hope that all the showers and scrubbing I know you have been doing will wear off the writing on you."
So now I am sitting nude, writing invitations to my own humiliation and I am going to hand them out to people that I really don't wish to be there. I should have never agreed to that deal with Rob. It actually sounding like it would be fun, but I didn't know that Rob was going to take advantage of every opportunity to show me off! I do know that now, however. And no matter how much I beg or whine, it isn't going to make much of a difference.
Rob was enjoying watching me write out the invitations to my former job and neighbors and friends, listening to me sigh, imagining how much it was getting to me that here I was, writing out essentially requests for people that I knew to come and watch me strip totally nude. It didn't matter to me that all of them had already seen me nude. It just wasn't "normal" for an almost 40 year old woman to be stripping in front of friends and acquaintances.
Or for that matter that that woman had only three dresses to her name along with two pairs of panties, and that she could only wear the panties when she had the "curse" each month. Or that she was not allowed clothes unless she was out of her home.
Rob walked over to me and watched me writing the invitations.
"Having fun Beth?"
"Oh sure Rob. I am just having a blast here, inviting people to come and watch me get naked. I looked up the club you know. Are you aware that it is focused on college age kids? I'm going to be so out of place there, Rob!"
"Just remember Beth, it's just tits, ass and pussy. Those kids won't care that you're as old as their mothers. (a chuckle here) They're just going to be happy to see pussy."
"Rob, doesn't it bother you to see me showing my body to other people?"
"Nope. I just think you're hot and I don't mind someone seeing your twat. Because I know at the end of night, you're coming home with me and my dick is the one inside you, darling."
"But Rob, I am not really enjoying this....I don't especially like to show my body. I'm not happy with it, I am getting fat. I don't want your friends to know what I look like there, you know what I mean...."
"Beth, honey, it's just a body part. They're all married, they've seen one before."
"But Rob, not mine!"
"You may not get used to showing it Beth, but you'll do what I want, right?"
I had nothing to say to that. I had already agreed to mind Rob. And though I was often embarrassed to death and humiliated, I had to admit that what he had me do was turning me on. I hoped that the "exercise program" he, I am sure, had orchestrated with his buddies, would make my body tighten up some and lose some weight. I wasn't expecting to look like I did when I was eighteen, but I was hoping for improvement. A lot of women will not admit it, but do like being looked at by men and women, clothed or unclothed. It made us feel desirable and wanted. I got that from Rob, but a little more from others couldn't hurt, could it?
Right now my biggest concern, other than being seen naked was that my nipples always got hard when someone saw me and I had to admit to myself that my pussy got moist. So I guess in some twisted way I was excited by being exposed.
Anyway, Rob needled me about the invitations and my having to write them out. And even more that he was making me hand deliver them in just a coat and heels. I found out later that he had called all the neighbors to let them know that I was coming around and that all I had on was a coat. And also that if asked what I was wearing I had to tell them just the coat and then prove it if they asked.
And they asked, each and every one of them.
"Beth, what do you have on?"
"Beth, why the coat when it is so warm out."