Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 5 ~~~

"Aren't you coming?" Pausing halfway up the stairs I turned back towards him, an inviting smile on my lips.

With a grin he went to grab me but I quickly darted away, wiggling my backside temptingly, but only making it as far as the bedroom before I let him catch me.

"I'll show you who's coming." Tom laughed and pulled me into his arms.

After making love again, this time in our bed, we simply cuddled, not speaking and enjoying a closeness we hadn't felt for a few days, until eventually we fell asleep.

"Are you really going to do it?"

My husband handed me a steaming mug and asked when I eventually woke up and appeared in the kitchen the following morning.

When I had come home from my dinner with our client, Richard Danville, the previous evening, Tom had barely given me a chance to shut the front door before he had fucked me in our hallway. Later, in bed, we had recaptured the intimacy of our relationship and, with it being a Friday night, he had left me to sleep in a little longer in the morning while he went to make the coffee.

"Yes." I tried to sound a little more enthusiastic than I actually felt. "I told him I would and he signed the contract on that basis so I don't see how I can back out."

Tom took a sip from his own cup, "Why doesn't he just get professional models? Why does he want you? Is he trying to embarrass us?"

"I thought you'd been on the site? He wants real people on it, not models."

"But posing like that.... you know, showing everything. You're really going to do that?"

"I know modelling his lingerie turned you on but does me doing this bother you?"

As soon as I said it I knew, from his expression, that it didn't.

"I err...."

"Please.... be honest with me Tom."

"I will and no it doesn't." He stared down at his cup, "In fact the idea of it, of you posing naked like that.... it turns me on even more than the other week did."

"Me too." I whispered gazing back into his eyes, "A lot."

For a minute neither of us spoke as thoughts about what Richard had asked me to do occupied both our minds.

"Do you know when he wants you to...." He brought up the subject again.

"He suggested next weekend but it all needs to be confirmed."

"That's quick."

I nodded, "It is but I'd rather get it over and done with."

"Did he give you any more details? Like where or anything?" My husband continued to probe.

"No. He just said he'd be coming in to see us early next week to talk about what he wants for the ongoing advertising and that we could discuss it then."

"I see." Tom frowned, "Well there's going to be plenty for us to do already. What with planning, booking media and finding a model to front the campaign for the length of the contract, regardless of anything else."

"Perhaps we should delay it then?"

"No, you said you wanted to get it over with."

I didn't respond. Instead, I stared out of the window as I sipped my coffee and reflected on what I had agreed to do.

Would I actually be able to do it when it came down to it? It was a big step, once the pictures were on the internet anyone could see them.

'Why did the idea of exposing myself like this turn me on so much?'

However, there was little I could do to answer my biggest concern, why?

So, finishing my drink I pushed it to the back of my mind for the moment and went to take a shower.

With the contract signed Tom spent a large part of our Saturday making plans, leaving me to do all those household jobs that build up when a couple both work full time.

Spending my day doing the laundry, cleaning, shopping and the like took me up till five o'clock and I wasn't looking forward to cooking dinner when my husband stuck his head around the door.

"Why don't we go out to eat tonight?"

"Suits me." It took me all of two seconds to give him my answer.

"Anything you fancy?"

"Umm.... how about that really nice Italian?"

"Ok, you go and have a long soak in the bath and I'll book it."

Feeling exhausted from the day, the invitation to go and relax in a hot bubble bath was too good to resist and I disappeared upstairs.

Sliding under the water I had only been in the tub for a minute or two when Tom put a glass of wine on the side for me.

"What am I being spoilt for?" I looked up at him and bit my lower lip coyly.

"Agreeing to what our client wants and getting the contract signed."

"You're still ok with me doing it?"

"Yeah I am." He confirmed, "And if I'm being absolutely honest I can't stop thinking about it."

I took a sip of my Chardonnay and, laying my head back on the edge of the bath, I thought about what he had just said. Even though I had tried to keep myself occupied throughout the day I hadn't stopped thinking about it either.

"Me neither." I finally admitted.

"Do you still want to do it though?" His question was direct and to the point.

"When we were in the restaurant Richard told me to go to the bathroom and undo one of the clips on my suspenders." My voice was little more than a whisper as I revealed to him what had happened, "Then I had to come back and pull up my skirt to refasten it."

"Did anyone see you?"

"Yes." I avoided looking at him, "The two men at the next table saw everything. My thighs, my stocking tops and possibly my panties."

"Did it...."

"Turn me on?" I chuckled, "I think you know the answer to that after last night."

"Yeah I guess I do." Tom smiled ruefully, "So you are definitely going to do it?"

"I don't have a choice do I?"

"That wasn't what I asked you."

I took another mouthful of wine making him wait for my answer.

"Yes." Was all I said.

He turned to go, pausing at the bathroom door and looking back at me.

"I've booked the table for eight so don't be too long."

Ignoring his comment I took my time; washing my hair and enjoying a long calming soak eventually, as the water cooled, getting out to get ready.

Switching on the bedroom light I sat at my dressing table and after blow drying my hair I pinned it up, leaving several strands trailing down around my neck, before moving on to do my make-up.

Keeping it simple I darkened and extended my eyelashes with mascara then applied a grey eyeshadow and my eyeliner before finishing off with a deep pink lip gloss.

Satisfied I got up off the chair, my attention focused on what I was going to wear and, with just my towel wrapped around me, I went across to the window to draw the curtains.

'Perhaps I should go without a bra?'

'Definitely stockings though, Tom likes me in stockings,'

'Which dress should I wear?'

Busy considering my outfit for the night the fact that I was barely covered hadn't really registered with me as I reached my arms out wide to pull the drapes across. The streets were getting darker as dusk fell and I guess that's the reason I noticed a light flicking on in the upstairs window of the house opposite.

Whatever it was, I paused, looking across the street to find myself staring straight at our middle-aged neighbour; John Berkley.

Standing there with my arms spread wide I froze as I suddenly realised that, if it wasn't for a towel loosely fixed about my tits I would be completely naked in front of him.

John stared back at me and as our eyes met a broad grin spread across his face.

Aside from the usual greetings and occasionally passing the time of day neither my husband or I had had very much to do with him, yet now I felt as if I had wantonly exposed myself to him.

My stomach clenched, my cheeks colouring from embarrassment, and I knew I should draw the curtains or move away but I couldn't.

The way I stood there, my arms out wide with my breasts and freshly shaven pussy barely concealed beneath a small towel, had created another, utterly unexpected, sensation in me.

Apart from a feeling of mortification at my neighbour seeing me like this there was something else, something even more intense; a feeling of excitement and arousal.

We stayed like that for several seconds, neither of us moving as my heart started to race and I became very aware of a growing wetness at the top of my thighs.

The fact it was it was turning me on was starting to feel normal.

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Could I?'

I knew it was wrong but for whatever reason the situation was exciting me and, unable to stop myself, I loosened the knot holding my towel and let it drop to the floor.

Totally naked now, knowing he could see me from the knees up, I stood there and swallowed nervously, unable to move.

My nipples stood out like pencil erasers, the dark pink areola puckering around them, while I pressed my thighs together trying to suppress the deliciously moist warmth emanating from my pussy.

Across the street he simply stood there and stared at me, smiling inanely.

Barely able to breathe I didn't move, shyly biting my bottom lip as he drank in my nudity.

It must have been a couple of minutes or more before he raised a hand to his lips and blew me a kiss.

Snapping me out of the trance I had fallen into I awkwardly waved back, smiling as best I could, before reaching to take a higher grip on the curtains. Stretching up and parting my thighs I knew I was emphasising my nakedness to him, making sure he saw everything, but at that moment I didn't care.

I wanted him to see me.

Taking my time I slowly drew the drapes shut and stepped back, my heart thudding frantically against my ribs.

Had I really just enjoyed letting an old man look at my naked body?

'I really am an exhibitionist.'

Letting the realisation sink in I turned away and, utterly bemused, sat back on the bed trying to compose myself.

"Are you ready yet?"

Tom's voice floating up the stairs jerked me out of my reverie.

"Just a minute." I yelled back, unable to stop myself thinking what he would say if he knew what I had just done.

Hurrying to get dressed I decided to forgo a bra and slipped on my red and black thong with the matching suspender belt. Rolling a pair of black stockings up my legs I attached them to the fasteners on the straps and then went to look for a dress.

Unable to pick one I eventually selected my old faithful LBD (little black dress).

It was rather short, only coming to mid-thigh on me, showing plenty of leg and clinging sensually to my curves. The spaghetti straps revealed my bare shoulders and, somewhat invitingly, showed the upper swell of my modest breasts.

Sliding my feet into a pair of strappy 3" heels to finish my off outfit I did a twirl in front of the mirror.

It was probably a little too much for a simple dinner and I was about to choose something else when Tom shouted out again.

"What are you doing up there Jess? We're going to be late."

Sighing to myself I forgot about changing and hurried downstairs.

"Ok, I'm ready. Do I look alright?"

He grinned back at me, "You look bloody amazing. It almost makes me want to stay home."

"Down boy, I'm hungry." I chuckled, picking up my bag and jacket, enjoying the obvious compliment from him.

It was about a half-hour to the restaurant and while Tom focused on driving, occasionally speaking to me about nothing in particular, I let myself stare out of the window.

I still couldn't quite believe that I had, quite deliberately, let my towel drop and exposed my nude body to our neighbour, a man I might see in the street tomorrow.

The fact it had turned me on was bad enough but, what was even worse, was that I hadn't told my husband what I had done.

'What would he think of me if I did?'

'I was clearly an exhibitionist but was I also becoming some sort of slut?'

Confused and anxious I lost all track of time.

"You ok Jess, we're here."

"What... where?"

"The restaurant. We've arrived."

"Oh right, of course."

Pushing everything out of my head except for the intention to enjoy myself I started to relax.

Without thinking I opened the car door and pivoted to get out, my dress sliding up my thighs to expose the tops of my stockings. and an inch or so of pale flesh above them. to a couple of young men walking by.

"Nice pins darlin." One commented as they both paused and ogled me.

The brief interaction was enough to send a thrill straight to my core and I bit my lip coyly, taking my time to pull the hem back down.

"Shall we go in?"

Tom appeared at my side, glaring at the men, and giving him a smile I took his arm, letting him guide me toward the restaurant, leaving the pair behind.

Leading us through to the rear the waiter seated us at a discrete table and then, leaving us with a menu each to make our choice, he went to fetch the wine we ordered.

Deciding to share a starter I picked the chicken cooked in white wine with mushrooms and cream for my main course while my husband went for a straightforward steak.

"Do you think I'm an exhibitionist?"

We had just finished the excellent calamari entrée and our server had removed the plates when I asked Tom the question, wanting some sort of confirmation for my own conclusion

"Yes."

His instantaneous response shocked me.

"You really think so?"

Tom chuckled, "After the other week and the way you performed for the camera. Absolutely."

"No way. I was terrible. I didn't know what I was doing."

He grinned, "No you didn't but I could see how much you were enjoying it and, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it."

"And how would you do that?" I regarded him questioningly.

"Take off your knickers."

"What?" My eyes went wide.

"I told you, take your panties off." My husband repeated his instruction.

Swallowing nervously, I stared back across the table for a few seconds before I started to rise.

"Err..... ok. I'll umm.... I'll be back in a minute."

"No not in the bathroom." He took hold of my wrist, "Take them off here, now."

I looked around me in a panic. We were discretely situated away from the main restaurant area but there were still a couple of tables near us where people couldn't fail to notice if I did as he asked.

"Tom... I can't.... they.... they'll see." I hissed quietly, sitting back down and inclining my head to the table next to us.

"Exactly, that's what being an exhibitionist is all about."

Time seemed to stand still and I could feel my heart thumping frantically in my chest as I sat there, the thought of what he wanted me to do making me feel nauseous.

However, there was something else. Just like before a part of me was excited, despite the fear, and I could feel myself getting wet at the idea.

"I.... I can't." I whispered hesitantly.

"Do it!"

Barely able to breathe I glanced anxiously across at the two older men seated near us. Neither was paying us any attention.

'Did I want to do this?'

I knew deep down, despite my fears, the answer to the question was yes.

As discretely as possible I started to ease the hem of my dress up my thighs, exposing the dark bands at the top of my stockings and a large expanse of soft pale flesh above them.

Biting my lower lip, I glanced up and immediately noticed that I had got the attention of one of the men. Our eyes met and he grinned, letting his gaze drop down to my legs as he nudged his companion who also turned towards me.

Pausing for a moment I reached under my dress, certain I was now flashing my thong at them, and took hold of the waistband.

There was a sexual tension filling me now as I sat there, my heart thumping and my stomach clenched tightly.

'

Was I actually going to do this?'

There was no need to answer myself and I lifted my bottom slightly, never taking my eyes off of the two men watching me, as I slowly wriggled my panties down my stockinged thighs. Easing them over my knees I let them drop, bunching at my ankles, before I leant over and untangled them from around my feet.

My skirt was still rucked up around the tops of my legs and I could feel the air on my bare pussy.

"Put them on the table." Tom's voice instructed, reminding me of where I was.

I swallowed hard but my gaze never wavered from the two men staring back at me as I deposited my thong next to my napkin, where our waiter was sure to see it.

Bringing our main courses, our server stopped as he went to place mine in front of me and I kept my head down trying to supress the impish expression on my face.

"Your.... umm.... your chicken madam." He managed to splutter before recovering and handing Tom his steak.

My audience at the table across from us chuckled and one of them winked at me when I looked up, making me blush.

"Point proven I think." My husband smirked.

Resisting the urge to pull my hem the rest of the way down I left my dress riding scandalously high up my thighs so that my stocking tops and, possibly even my shaven mound, were on display to anyone who looked.

We had dined at the restaurant a few times in the past and, as always, the food was exceptional, almost as good as the meal I had had the previous night with Richard. However, as much as I enjoyed the food, I found myself conscious of the fact that I was no longer wearing any underwear and my pussy was absolutely soaked.

Somehow I got through my dinner even though Tom, adding to my embarrassment, made me leave my knickers on the table for the whole time I was eating.

Declining dessert and coffee, we were both far too eager to get home, he paid the bill and, as we got up to leave I dropped my thong into the lap of one of the men.

"A souvenir." I giggled, "I hope you enjoyed the show?"

"Best night out I've had in ages darling." He grinned back and I added an extra little wiggle to my hips as I walked away.

Getting through our front door my husband and I virtually attacked each other, ripping off our clothes as we stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom.

We were both so aroused there was no need for any prolonged foreplay and as I fell back onto the bed, my dress rucked up and my stockinged legs spread wide, Tom mounted me, driving his hard length home.

The sex was hard and fast, neither of us holding back, and I knew as soon as his cock slid into my wet sex I was going to cum very quickly.

I wasn't wrong and barely a dozen or so firm strokes later my back arched up off the bedcovers when I cried out with the release I had needed for the last couple of hours.

My husband's self-control was better than mine and I came a second time, not ten minutes later, when I felt him erupt into me filling me with his seed.

Laying together, both of us sated for the moment, I snuggled in against him, waiting for sleep and forgetting my concerns over Richard Danville and the upcoming week, at least for now.

Sleeping late on the Sunday morning we spent a lazy day doing very little and all to quickly I found the familiar anxieties and worries coming back to plague my thoughts.

Not knowing when our client would call in or when he wanted me to model for his site I found it increasingly difficult to relax, and it was with a sense of relief and a feeling of unease that I looked forward to Monday morning.

I was up early at the start of the week, eager to get started on the new contract but at the same time, apprehensive about what I had agreed to do, I was reluctant to start the day.