My Wife, The Exhibitionist. Chap 1
Sylvia, my wife and I have been married for a little over four years. She is 23 years old. She is 5 foot 6 inches tall and has the body of Kaley Cuoco of the Big Bang Theory. Rock solid abs, a great ass, firm tits, and long firm legs. She has darker hair which she generally keeps on the shorter side.
Around the house she is most always bra less. Her breasts are firm enough that she can do that, as she often does. Most often she wears cut off leggings and a cropped top of some kind to flaunt her firm solid abs. She wears these combinations a lot because of her aerobic program.
I think she is a bit of an exhibitionist, or at least I think it excites her to flaunt her attributes.
I have a few friends that stop by from time to time just to bull shit, or at least that is what they claim. This is obvious bullshit because they spend all their time here ogling my wife. Which is understandable, she is incredibly hot.
One of my friends is Greg. I have caught him numerous times just gazing at my wife's bra less tits. When I kid him about it, his response is usually, "Can you fucking blame me? You wife is a fucking babe man!"
In fact, I can't blame him. I also can't blame Gordon or Cliff, both of whom also stop by often to ogle my wife's bra less tits. It's not unusual for all three of them to be here.
When she wears her tight cut off leggings, which always reveal the camel toe effect to her pussy, coupled with her bra less boobs under a cropped top, it is impossible to get those guys out of my house.
She seems, or acts oblivious to their stares. Gordon almost always pulls a pillow off the sofa to lay on his lap. He obviously is hiding his hard on. Greg and Cliff are always pushing their hard cocks down. It is actually funny to watch them squirm.
She generally does her aerobic routine in an area just by the living room. So whoever happens to be here is treated to views of her tight ass being thrust back and forth, and often times they see the bottoms of her firm tits when she bends over and her cropped top droops open at the bottom.
Generally, I have to resort to trickery to get the guys to leave.
"Let me show you what I have done to my car," or "let me show you what I have done in the back yard," or really anything to pull them away from ogling my wife.
"You come over just to watch my wife workout and fantasize about fucking her" I laugh.
"Nah, we don't. We come to see you buddy," and they laugh, elbowing each other. We all know why they come over, and with the way Sylvia looks and dresses, well, lets just say I understand.
Lately, I find myself with cuckold tendencies, because I am often fantasizing about watching her suck another mans cock.
I do know exactly why I have these fantasies. They started last Halloween. Gordon and his wife Judy, along with Greg and Claire, Syliva and I went to a very large costume party at one of the hotels.
I was dressed as a cowboy, Sylvia dressed as a genie, like the one in the old TV show I dream of Genie, except the balloon pants she wore were form fitting around her apple ass and ballooned out at the bottom. I remember Gordon was the Hulk, fitting for his overall girth. Can't recall what the rest wore, well except for Claire, she was a pixie. That fit her because she is a tiny little thing that likes to swallow cum according to Greg.
Sylvia's costume was the hit that night. Her shorty kind of cropped top, bare firm midriff, and those kind of balloon pants that fit her like a glove around her tight ass. I know she didn't wear a bra, but I wasn't sure if she had panties on, but I doubted she did.
I am not a dancer. Sylvia loves to dance, and a steady stream of guys kept her on the dance floor pretty steadily. I know there were a lot of hard ons after watching her dance in that outfit. It helped that her nipples seemed to stay rock hard and obvious under her top.
Later on, I had gone to the bathroom and was in one of the stalls checking my email and messages when I heard two guys come in.
"FUCK!" one of them said the second they came in. "FUCK, She was HOT!" he added.
"And she actually fell for your, reach in my pocket deal?" the other one said.
"I know, I know," the first one laughed. "I mean normally, when they reach in my pocket and realize there is no pocket there because I cut it off, I mean the second they touch my cock, it's like they touched a hot stove. Shit, I have been slapped more than once," he burst into laughter.
"But fuck man, this chick just grabbed onto my cock and started jacking me off, right there on the dance floor," he laughed.
"And FUCK! She is hot looking," he added.
"Which one was it?" the other guy asked.
"She's the hot chick with the rock solid bod dressed as a... Ah I think like a genie or something like that. Fuck, she is not wearing a bra and damn her tits felt nice. Hard nipples too!" he said excitedly. "She didn't stop jacking me off once even though I was grabbing every part of her body. Hard to do on a dance floor.
I nearly dropped my phone. They couldn't possibly be talking about my wife. I mean, there was no way she would ever grab some guys cock on a dance floor and jack him off while he was groping her. No Way!
"So how long did she jack you off?" the other guy asked.
"FUCK!" the first guy shouted, "Until I came in my fucking pants, hand me some of those towels," he said. "She was fucking determined to make me cum. No way she was stopping until I did," he added.
I guessed he was trying to clean up his mess in his pants.
"NO SHIT!" the other guy said.
"Yeah and then she said, oh gee, looks like we've made a mess down there, and she giggled. Then she started rubbing my cum all over. She said she would help me rub it in. She said she heard it was supposed to be good for the skin."
Fuck, I thought. This was sounding more and more like my wife.
"Shit she was rubbing my cock which was obviously limp, and rubbing my fucking nut sack with my cum, she even stuck some of my own cum up my fucking asshole, trying to rub it in. Hand me more of those towels," he added.
The second guy was cracking up. "Shit man, you dumped a fucking load," he laughed. "And you got your own cum in your ass," he howled with laughter.
"I gotta see this chick, where is she sitting?"
The first guy told him and by his description, it definitely sounded like where we were.
"Someone called her Sylvia when I walked her back to her table.
FUCK! My wife had jacked a guy off on the dance floor! I could not believe it.
When I went back to our table, Sylvia was out on the fance floor again, or I should say still, because she was dancing way more than sitting. They shut things down around two in the morning.
Later on, when we were on the way home, we got stuck in traffic. I guess there was an accident so we ended up sitting in traffic for a good thirty minutes or so.
I decided to tell her about what I had heard in the bathroom to see her reaction. I didn't tell her all I had heard but I told her enough while leaving out the key details.
She sat rather stiffly as I was laughing and telling her the story.
Finally, when I had finished and was laughing, she relaxed a little thinking I had no idea it was her that jacked the guy off.
"So he said this girl was wearing an Arabian nights costume?" she said.
"Yeah, or something like that," I laughed. "He said she was the hottest looking one there. I would dispute that because you were clearly the hottest," I added.
I reached over and slid my hand under the elastic waist band of her pants to feel her pussy.
"Holy shit babe!" I said. "You're dripping wet!"
