Sinny Dipping and the Room with a View

Our stories show the progression my husband and I made into exhibitionism and ultimately my becoming a hot wife. Each story is 99% true, telling the actual events that occurred for us on our path of sexual exploration. The timeline of these stories began when we were just dating with the more recent occurring now after many years of marriage. For those interested in following our path understand that our situation was not something that occurred overnight or easily. These events were often the result of many discussions of our fantasies and even some unsuccessful sexual encounters. While we certainly did not know it at the time, each story in our path provided additional understanding of where we were ultimately going. When we look back now at those events that were the beginnings of exhibitionism or public flashing, those events where we first included others, or what ingredients best influence our sexual exploration, there are pretty clearly defining moments that created breakthroughs to our outcome.

We will continue posting stories of our exploration (we have many experiences of different situations at this point) in chronological order. Realize that in the earlier stories we were very early in our path so things that seemed very sexual at the time, may seem tamer now. Our stories will get more intense as we progress through those experiences. While our stories are somewhat related in the ultimate outcome, each story is its own experience and can be read by itself. There is little information from one story to the next that would impact understanding the previous story.

We hope you enjoy our learning experiences...

Story 6 - Skinny Dipping and the Room With a View?

My husband and I were officers in a professional young person's organization and were invited to the state convention with some about fifteen other officers from our chapter. We were in our later-twenties as were most of the other officers. It was a fun organization and we had spent quite a bit of time with this particular group of people. We were looking forward to the weekend away with friends as we both worked during the week and enjoyed time away. Unfortunately, our destination was not very exciting as there was not much going on in the mid-sized rural town about three hours from where we lived and we would have to attend a few meetings at the conference. It was just nice to get away and be in the car with some time to explore each other. He would reach over and hold my hand and then let his hand work its way over to find that very sensitive spot between my legs. He loved my breasts and would urge me to undo my shirt enough so that he could explore them. I enjoyed the attention and his touch was electric to my body and unique in that I had not had many guys touch me so boldly in this way.

What made our exploration even more exciting was that we were not alone and that fear of being caught added to the intensity. Riding along with us in the backseat was my husband's former roommate, Joe, and another friend of ours, Cindy. He had to be discreet with his touches to keep them unaware, and I was so nervous, fearing they would know what we were doing. I think the idea of them catching us made my husband more excited.

We arrived at the hotel and to my dismay it was an older hotel. One with two stories and outside doors to all the rooms that overlooked a rather used looking swimming pool in the middle. There were some tables and lounge chairs around the pool and it was an untypical hot day in late September. We were in the south, so any day could be hot. Our entire group was staying at this hotel and it looked like maybe one other group from a separate organization chapter. When we pulled in, it was obvious that the poll would be a place to hang out for most. The meetings did not start until the next day and we arrived fairly early, but the small crowd of ten or so people we already hanging out together around the pool.

Being early in our careers and not having much discretionary income yet, the four of us had decided to share a room. My husband and Joe had been roommates for two or three years and Joe and Cindy were in the beginning stages of dating so we were all pretty comfortable with each other. The original plan was for the two girls to share a bed and my husband and his roommate to do the same so Joe and Cindy wouldn't feel too uncomfortable. I grew up in a strict family and staying with two guys in a hotel room was a daring step for me and one that was still a little uncomfortable even though I had been married for a few months now. Cindy and I began unpacking our clothes into the furniture drawers while my husband and Joe ran out to get some beers to bring back to the room. As I unpacked I noted that I did not bring a swimsuit. I had not thought we would be swimming as it was late September, and I knew the pool was an outdoors pool. We decided we would get unpacked, go get dinner, and meet back with others at the pool later.

Dinner with friends was good. We ate at a local pizza place and enjoyed a beer or two. It was dark by the time we returned to the hotel, but we could see a few people gathered around the tables at the pool. We headed that way dressed in shorts and t-shirts with our cooler stocked with beer to join them.

After a couple beers, I was feeling very at ease and laughed as my husband rubbed his finger down the bridge of my nose to see if I was buzzed. I did not typically drink much so one or two beers often put me in a very playful and frisky mood. While talking with friends I noticed that a few people had jumped in the pool and were coaxing us all to come in. "I didn't bring a suit," I responded.

My husband whispered in my ear "a suit isn't required." I gave him a mean look and sat next to about four or five others on the side of the pool with my feet in the water and asked for another beer. While sitting there I made note that many others had forgotten their suits as well and were in the pool in their shorts.

One of the organization's lead officers was standing in the water in what looked like boxer shorts and looked at all of us sitting on the side of the pool and said "come on in, I don't see any prohibition to using your natural suit. See the rules do not say that you can't."

My husband had already kissed my neck a few times and I looked over to him and noticed he was getting turned on. "Let's just get in. I dare you," he said.

"No," I replied. "I can't do that, I know all these people." I was fearful because my t-shirt was white and pretty thin and with my larger breasts I knew that they would likely attract attention.

He retorted, "ok, I'll bet you. If I flip this bottle top and it lands face up, you have to get in. If it lands on face down, then you have to sit in my lap and kiss me right here, but you don't have to get in."

In my inebriated state I was slow to think and before I could open my mouth, he was flipping the top. Thankfully it landed face down. He pulled me over onto him and kissed me long and hard. I could feel his hardness as I sat on his lap on the side of the pull. I forgot my surroundings and briefly overcame my nervousness with his stimulation. As he kissed me, he slipped his hands up under my t-shirt and then bra and massaged my bare tits. It did not take him long in the relationship to learn that I love this and it often takes me to a point of no return.

"Come on, let's get in. I can touch you better if we are in the water," he said.

I replied, "if my clothes get wet I will be on display for everyone."

He argued, "no one is paying attention. There's lots of people in the pool."

I looked around and noticed that a couple of women were even in the pool in their shorts and bras. Seeing this I relented and slid from his lap into the water and he followed me close behind. He again began kissing and groping me until I became incredibly aroused. Sensing the moment, my husband asked, "why don't you slide off your shorts and shirt to make it easier on me."

Meekly I whispered, "no, everyone will see me."

He argued back, "you're in the water, if you take your clothes off now, and put them on the side, no one can really see you, as long as you do not stand under the pool light."

My pussy was throbbing and my head was spinning from the alcohol and excitement of his touches. I knew I wanted more so I removed my shorts and put them on the side of the pool. Once he saw I was undressing, he removed his shorts and put them on the side of the pool also. Then, he pulled his underwear to the side letting his cock spring out. We stayed close to the wall to limit who could see me. His cock was completely nude and very hard. He came up behind me and began his groping and kissing again. After a few minutes I began to feel more comfortable. Others would occasionally stop to glance our way, but their looks seem to be more on envy not ridicule. I realized that while groping my breasts my husband was raising my t-shirt enough that my bra was often on display. He said, "let me help you" and began to lift my t-shirt over my head. Once it was removed, he placed it on the side also and then leaned me back against the pool wall, stood close, kissed me long and hard, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hard cock between my legs

I was so turned on and beyond caring. He slowly slid my panties down my ass and began squeezing my cheeks. Then he slipped the front of my panties down and began to finger me in the pool. As I squirmed we raised each leg and removed my panties from both and sat my underwear with my other clothes on the side of the pool also. I knew this would not be enough and sure enough he next reached behind me and began to unclasp my bra. Once it was undone he pulled it away from my breasts and reached to the side to sit it with the rest. I had to let go of his body for him to remove my bra and put it on the ledge. He stepped back a little and looked at my nude body in the water and whispered that I looked "so hot."

He continued to alternate between playing with my tits and stroking my pussy as I watched many of our friends swim by noticing my pile of clothes on the side of the pool. I also noticed there appeared to be a couple of other people also in some state of undress in the pool trying to use the water to hide their nudity. As I stood there nude, Cindy and Joe entered the pool. Joe was just in his boxer shorts and Cindy had stripped to her bra and shorts. Someone tossed a nerf ball into the pool and all the "boys" suddenly became preoccupied with their game. Cindy and I stood by the side trying to be sure to stay deep enough to be covered by the water and carried on our own conversation.

At some point after enjoying time in the pool having conversation with various friends, the hotel clerk came out to the pool and said yelled to everyone that the pool was closing so we would all have to exit the area. We were being rather loud as a group and I'm sure some people at the hotel were trying to sleep. Our crowd had swelled to about 30 or 40 people in and around the pool. Many in a state of semi-dress. I may have been one of the few completely nude.

Now sobering up, I looked around to find my clothes only to notice that they were no longer sitting on the side of the pool. I realized one of our friends had likely taken them knowing I would be vulnerable and on display getting out of the pool. Although everyone was beginning to gather their things, most were still lingering around the pool or watching from the second story walkway to see those of us that were less-clothed exit the pool. I made my husband exit first and get me a towel so that I could limit my time exposed. He got out and put his shorts back on and stood by the side with a towel out-stretched waiting for me. I began the slow, nude walk up the pool stairs out of the water. Each step I took put more of my body on display. Sure my husband could have handed me the towel to cover up with while I was in the pool, but he had no intention of letting this opportunity pass. In fact, as I walked up the three steps exiting the pool, he actually stepped back from the edge a little forcing me to walk another three or four steps to the security of the towel in the complete open with a large number of our friends watching close by. Interestingly I did not protest or run for cover, I merely walked with a steady pace to the towel. As I wrapped myself I even swung the towel open a couple of times as if it wasn't going around me completely. The experience was horrifying, but also incredibly exciting; although I tried to downplay how I felt to my husband and others.

The four of us gathered our things and headed to our room. Cindy who had just walked to our room in her shorts and bra decided to take a shower first. I sat on the bed next to my husband wrapped in the towel, while Joe sat on his bed. We found something to watch on TV and each waited our turn to shower. Without actually talking about it, Joe and Cindy laid in the other open bed and began to fall asleep, so my husband and I ended up together in our own bed. They were too early a couple in their minds, so they slept one on top of the covers and one under the covers as we all laid there watching tv.

We turned the lights and tv off around midnight because we all had to get up early to make the first session at 8 AM. It was likely that no one was really asleep yet, but I felt my husband reach over to find my pussy. I gave him a look of "what are you doing. We are not alone." He gave me a look of "just relax and isn't this exciting."

He pulled my legs further apart and reached under the covers to find my breasts. He lifted my top up over my breasts. The room was very dark so I doubt Cindy and Joe could see anything. However in the silence they could likely hear.

He pulled me closer to him with his arms around me, but he had me turned on my side facing the other bed. One hand was in my pussy moving its way to the right spot. The other hand was working my exposed nipples. As he touched me, he slowly pulled the covers down so that my breasts were completely exposed if a light was turned on. He kissed the side of my neck and I felt his cock press up against me. Sometimes he would whisper in my ear to "let go." I stared straight ahead at the bed mere feet from me where Cindy was laying. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could begin to make out shapes from the little light that slipped through the part in the window curtains. It appeared that Cindy was facing our direction although I could not see if she was already sleeping.

I was so close to coming biting my lips as he worked my pussy with his fingers. He had continued moving the covers further down until I was now completely uncovered. My shirt was pulled up over one arm and gathered around my neck while he had tugged my shorts and completely off my feet allowing me to fully spread my legs to his fingers. As he stroked, I suddenly gripped his hand with my thighs when I felt the rush of an orgasm take hold of me. He kept working his fingers against my clit despite my attempts to stop the rush. I was moaning and panting beyond control. Surely, they knew what we were doing.

He loosened his hold and pulled me over on top of him. He began kissing me again and pulled my shirt over my other arm and hand leaving me once again completely nude. As I lay on top of him, I could feel how hard his cock was. I love it when he is that turned on with me that he feels as hard as cement. I knew with just a little work he would explode.

He began rocking me back and forth a little on top of me as he kissed me. My eyes got big as I said to him with no words "we can't do this. They are right there and they will know." He simply reached down and began to move his cock into my dripping pussy. His hard cock found its way further inside me so quickly and the bed creaked some as he began to thrust within me.

Cindy and Joe were either asleep or doing a great job not moving. I wondered if they were turned on knowing what we were doing.

As he continued to pump me, he slowly pushed my chest off his. Knowing what he wanted, I shifted to a sitting position on his cock all the while keeping it buried deep in my pussy. As we fucked, I glanced over to the other bed and with the occasionally added light of headlights from a passing car, got a glimpse of their bed. Cindy did not appear to be asleep, but merely just laying there watching us, while Joe looked like he was propped up on the other side of Cindy. My husband must have seen the same thing because he burst inside me with a quiet moan of pleasure. My pussy was throbbing again triggered by the idea that I just had sex in a room with people listening and watching.

My husband kissed me on the mouth gently and rolled me onto the bed beside him. I laid still trying to process the excitement I felt. After a few minutes, I made my way to the bathroom to clean up before going to sleep. When I returned, my husband was already sleeping.

The next morning, nothing was said by Cindy or Joe. I never knew for sure whether either was really awake and comprehending what we were doing. I guess I will never know, but I often think of the excitement of having sex in a room with people in the next bed.