This is the first in a series of stories about a young couple whose sex life consisted almost totally of watching porn and masturbation. In this chapter the wife discovers the joys of exhibitionism. Any portion printed in italics is a description of a characters fantasy, not reality.
Gabe and Keena were a handsome couple in their late twenties. They had both been raised with similar sets of deeply religious values. They had married right out of college at their parents urging, not that either of them had objected. They were very obedient people. The two sets of parents went to the same church and pushed their kids into the marriage.
Keena was a very attractive woman, although she never thought of herself in that way. She was about five foot four with shapely legs and nice, plump, round, hips. The hips tapered to a narrow waist above which she had an attractive pair of breasts, a C-cup or a D-cup depending on the make of the bra. She virtually never wore make-up and when she did it was subdued. Her hair was a shiny black which she kept trimmed to the middle of her neck with bangs, sort of a 1920s flapper style. She had large, dark brown eyes that Gabe could just get lost in at times.
Gabe was tall, broad shouldered, and good looking. While in college he had studied to become a minister. At his father's urging he had also studied accounting, just in case the calling to the ministry didn't work out. After their marriage Gabe worked as an understudy to an experienced minister in a small town in rural Kansas, but after a couple of years he and Keena had decided that it was not right for them. Neither felt cut out for life in a town so small that everyone knew everyone else's business or at least suspected they did. Gabe wasn't ready to abandon the church so they had moved to a bigger city where Gabe fell back on his accounting background with an administrative job in the hierarchy of the church.
Before the events described in this story Keena had pretty much been a mousy housewife with no real sex life beyond a monthly roll in the sack with her husband Gabe. When they were first married just after college it had been, as it is for most newly-weds, more active. But now it had faded. Sex just wasn't an important part of their lives anymore.
But as Keena entered her late twenties her life changed, or at least an important part of it changed. That was when she discovered her sex drive. As she approached thirty Keena noticed that her body was changing. The changes weren't physical. Keena had a regular exercise program at a local gym. She still weighed the same as she had the day she and Gabe were married. The change was in her sex drive. She noticed men more than she had in the past. When she noticed an attractive man she tried to resist the urge to stare at him, to savor his appearance, but as time passed she found it more and more difficult to simply turn her interest off and walk away. Even more of a problem, she would find herself daydreaming about a handsome man she had seen, sometimes for days at a time. Some of her daydreams were quite lurid. A couple of times she found herself thinking about such a man while she and Gabe had one of their occasional passionless lovemaking sessions. How terrible she thought, to be thinking of another man while her husband was making love to her.
Gabe had always had ample sex drive, way too much for the good of his mortal soul, he thought. Like Keena he had been raised to believe that sex was something to be avoided except for the sole purpose of procreation with your church blessed spouse for life. Beyond that it was the gateway to hell. Despite all the training he received growing up, Gabe's libido didn't get the message. He felt he was horny nearly all the time (although truth be told probably no more so than any other healthy male in his twenties). He had lurid fantasies about some of the women that worked in the office with him, or just women he saw on the street or elsewhere, including to his horror, Keena. But as much as Gabe wanted more sex, he had too much respect for his lovely young wife, who he believed to have been raised with the same values as he. His solution, even though he knew it to be morally wrong was a lot of clandestine masturbation, facilitated by access to the internet's never ending cesspool of porn. He often feigned fatigue so he could go to bed early and watch porn or read erotica on his tablet. Gabe traveled frequently with his work and then he watched porn on hotel TV's or on his lap top and frequented gentlemen's clubs where he lustfully enjoyed watching young women strip their clothing off and dance lasciviously before him. Although occasionally approached by prostitutes, Gabe always turned them down. He had his limits, after all. He viewed it as the ultimate test of his faith.
Keena repeatedly told herself, "Of course I'm in love with Gabe. Gabe and I are well matched. We treat each other kindly. We enjoy the same foods, music, movies, religion, even politics." But, truth be told, they really didn't discuss things much. Gabe was a very quiet man. "So why do I have this new fascination with other men," she asked herself. As she approached thirty Keena did realize there was one thing missing in their relationship--passion. It wasn't that they didn't make love occasionally, but the key word was "occasionally," and when they did it was brief and passionless. No foreplay, just quick missionary intercourse that was frequently over for her before it felt like they had started. She wanted more from Gabe. She wanted to tell him she craved more sex, and yes, more exciting sex, but she couldn't bring herself to sit down and tell Gabe that directly. That would be just too embarrassing. They had both been raised in households where sex was simply a topic never discussed. So, much as Gabe and Keena both wanted a change in their sex life, they couldn't bring themselves to have the direct and honest discussion they needed to get there.
As her sex drive had intensified over the last year or two Keena had been reading in women's magazines, and a variety of what she called 'women's blogs' about her problem--women who wanted and needed more sex than their husbands or lovers were providing. The reading suggested, of course, masturbation, which Keena had been taught in her youth was a sin, but now adopted as the only viable way to, as she thought of it, scratch her itch. She even bought a vibrator (it's amazing what you can get from Amazon in their plain brown boxes). Keena would have been mortified to admit it, but she regularly visited more than a few porn sights, just for information she told herself, although she frequently wound up masturbating after she watched something prurient. She also discovered a number of web sites that published erotic stories, another common prelude to her masturbation.
Keena also read up on a variety of seduction techniques to spice up a relationship, but she couldn't bring herself to do many of things they suggested. She did try leaving her bra off one night (Keena had a nice set of C or D cup boobs that jiggled beautifully under a soft sweater when no longer encased in a bra), but Gabe's only response was to ask dryly whether she was behind on the laundry, before retreating behind the paper he was reading.
What Gabe was doing was trying to hide the erection that raised a lump in his trousers as he watched Keena walk by with her jiggling tits. He was incredibly turned on, but he couldn't let himself admit that to Keena. She was just too nice and correct for him to confess his perversions to. Gabe had been raised to believe that lusting after a woman's jiggling tits, even your wife, was a perversion.
But for Keena, Gabe's response was humiliating. She retreated to the bedroom and let her tears flow, failing to notice the rapidly growing lump in Gabe's trousers hidden behind his newspaper.
Later that night when Gabe believed Keena was sound asleep, he slipped off to the bathroom where he masturbated to a lustful orgasm as he fantasized about what he would like to have done with Keena's jiggling tits. He felt guilty about using Keena as the subject of his masturbation fantasy, but that's where his head was at and he knew he had little control over that kind of thing.
Keena's sex life took a major turn few days later. Gabe's job frequently took him out of town, usually for two or three day trips. During his next trip, Keena actually did get behind on the laundry. As she finished the breakfast dishes, she realized that all of her undergarments, bras and panties, were in the washing machine whirling about in the suds. Gabe was due home that afternoon and she needed to get some things for the dinner she was planning. Nothing fancy--just grilled steak, baked potatoes, and a bottle of wine. The meal was one of Gabe's favorites, but she had neither the steak nor the potatoes on hand. Without giving it much thought, she stripped off the robe she had been wearing and stood naked in their bedroom trying to decide what to wear. She dug around in the closet and pulled on an old denim skirt she had kept since college. No panties of course since they were all still swirling in the suds of the washer. The skirt stopped well short of her knees. Her newer clothes were not as short as what she had worn in college. Then she pulled on the same sweater she had worn in her failed effort to seduce Gabe the week before. She chose it because it was soft and felt good on her naked breasts. Grabbing her purse and keys she hopped in her car and set out for the grocery, her wardrobe limited to a pair of sandals, the sweater, and the skirt with no bra or panties. When Keena dressed and left the house sex was the farthest thing from her mind. She was focused on what to get at the grocery and on what a beautiful sunny day it was.
Arriving at the grocery store she parked and swung her legs out of the car. If anyone had been watching they might have got a good look at Keena's naked bush. Her denim skirt slid up her casually separated legs. Keena still wasn't focused on sex, but she did notice the cool air on her pussy. Oh my, she thought with a smile, I guess I did forget my panties this morning. Oh well, the air feels nice.
As she walked across the parking lot her tits were jiggling nicely and she was enjoying the sensation, not sexually, but just because it felt nice. Walking about without a bra wasn't something she usually did, but she didn't think of it as something sinful or naughty--not yet.
