To the outside world I always put on a sweet demure face. I was the perfect mother, and perfect wife. I kept the house clean, I cooked, I baked, I worked out to keep my body in shape for my hard working husband. I kept up this outward appearance for all those around me.
But I had a dirty little secret that nobody, not even my loving husband, knew about. For the last two years I have done everything in my power to be completely naked as often as I can be. I've flashed people. Spent whole weeks naked. I've driven naked. I've exposed myself to strangers. I've done all this to please the horny little devil that lives inside of me.
I'm here now to tell you some of my stories and hopefully find inspiration for new adventures. Since this is the first of these chapters, I'll start from the beginning.
I'll start with a little about myself and my situation in life. At the start of my adventures I was 26 and just freshly off raising our two kids and getting them into grade school. I married young to my high school sweetheart Jed. He had enlisted in the marines right after we graduated, and shortly after he graduated bootcamp he was informed that he would be going over seas to serve in Afghanistan. His imminent departure really sped up our relationship and only a week before he shipped off we were married in a speedy service.
We honeymooned in a cabin in eastern Tennessee. Fun fact, this is the first time I spent more than a few minutes naked. For the first three days we were there, I stayed naked and we fucked like wild animals. On the fourth day I had to leave for supplies and threw on a summer dress and nothing else. When I got home Jed ripped it off of me and naked I was again for two more days.
You can guess what happened next. A full week of almost uninterrupted fucking and unprotected sex. Had me peeing on a stick just three week after he had shipped out. I spent most of that first pregnancy setting up our on base housing and getting ready for our baby. As my body grew and our financial situation stayed the same, I found myself fitting into less and less of my clothing. Soon enough I was forced to running around the house in less and less clothing. It was all about practicality in my head. Why waste money I didn't have on clothes I wouldn't need in a few months. So around the house it was mostly panties and some of my husbands t-shirts. I bought a couple things to go out in, but as a young pregnant woman on a military base 400 miles from home, there wasn't much going out for me.
Our first baby came while Jed was still over seas. So when he returned I had a three month old baby on my hip. The excitement of his return naturally led to another positive test a month after he returned home. Lucky Jed was home for this pregnancy, but just three weeks before my 21st birthday I had our second baby. I told Jed that was enough for me and withheld unprotected sex until he got snipped.
The next five years went by quickly. Having both kids so quickly meant I had two under two and got to "enjoy" all the hardships that came with that. Jed was deployed again shortly after our oldest turned three and by the end of his deployment I was accustomed to being alone. Though over the course of five years I'd never be able to do anything, but workout, truly for myself. This also meant I wasn't able to explore my own sexuality.
After six years Jed was honorable discharged from the marines, but one of his old sergeants reached out to him to offer him a job in the private sector. The pay and benefits were amazing, and as I said before I could handle him being gone for long periods of time. The money was so good we were able to buy a really nice modern house in one of those secluded neighborhoods. The house came with a in-ground pool, privacy fence and backed up to a forested nature preserve with naturally hiking and running trails. For two years I just got used to this house until shorty after my 26th birthday. That is where my story really begins.
Just to get this out of the way so you can really picture me. My name is Keira I'm 5'4 135lbs with pale freckled skin and fiery red hair. I work out or run almost every day so I have a nice tight ass and perky c-cup breasts. When I was eighteen I got my tits pierced on a dare form one of my best friends, and to this day I always have something in them.
It all began a few weeks after my youngest started all day kindergarten. For years I was barely able to keep a clear path in our house. I spent the first two weeks just deep cleaning our house. These first two weeks made me think that I would always super busy. Though as the third week came around I found that after about 30 minutes to an hour each day, I no longer had any pressing chores to do. In fact I was able to maintain my clean home easily. That's where to trouble began. From about 8:30/9:00 every morning till 3:00 every afternoon, I had nothing I had to do. So I started filling that time with things I wanted to do.
That first week I spent time working on my tan, caught up on some shows that had left me behind, started reading books again. All were welcome diversions from the monotony of everyday life, but by the second week they just weren't keeping my attention anymore. The second week I started masturbating more. Multiple times a day I was wearing my vibrators out (I had a large collection of different toys to keep me company when Jed was away.) I started looking at porn, but I had always been faithful to my Jed so fantasy about being fucked by some stranger really didn't do it for me at that time. Then one day I stumbled across a video of a girl walking through the woods naked.
This was like a lightning strike moment for me. Suddenly I was hornier then I had been in months. I watch that video and then another. I dived deep into different kinds of what I found out later was exhibitionism. I watch so many videos that day that I missed lunch and almost forgot to leave on time to get my kids. The next day I was transfixed again. This time researching and reading stories about what other people had done and felt being naked. Stories about driving naked, being naked in a strange place, spending days naked, being caught naked, locking yourself out naked. By the end of the day you could say I was definitely hooked.
The next day I took my fantasy and made it a reality. When I got home from dropping the kids off I did my chores and then went to my room to strip off my clothing. I looked at myself in the hanging mirror on my bedroom door, and the image turned me on even more. I opened the door and stepped out to explore my home for the first time naked as the day I was born.
