I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn't know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist.
My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn't willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.
So he really surprised me one time when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and he wanted me to go.
I said, "It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?"
He said, "Because, my exhibitionist wife, we want you to be the entertainment."
So after more discussion, I agreed to do it for two compelling reasons. First it was different from the usual way I act out my fantasy in that it would involve not one man but a group of men which, when I've been lucky enough to arrange it, has been a lot of fun. The second reason, which was no doubt driven by some guilt on my part, was that my husband obviously wanted to be part of what I do in my fantasy life when I'm flying. And when I thought about it, I realized that it even might be good for our relationship. So I really should not have been all that surprised when he suggested that I act out my fantasy closer to home.
But the machine shop party didn't go exactly as I had imagined it would in that it involved, for me, a first-time bondage experience. What happened was that after I danced and stripped, several guys lifted me up and laid me on my back on top of a cork-board surfaced work table. I wasn't expecting this but I liked their idea as it seemed like a good place for them to watch me masturbate.
But their activity continued which was when the bondage part was introduced. They strapped my ankles and then attached weighted cables to them that wanted to pull my legs open. I didn't know whether to fight it or just let it happen. I looked at my husband who just shrugged his shoulders basically saying he wasn't part of this obviously planned twist of events. So I decided to let it play out.
At first, I was able to resist the pull on the cables but the relentless force slowly but surely overcame my eventually straining and quivering thigh muscles giving me no choice but to give in and listen to the Spanish dirty talk describing my ever-increasingly bared ass and pussy. Apparently having no say in how I wanted to perform, it wound up being the position in which I masturbated for them.
A couple of weeks after that unique machine shop experience, my husband asked me if I would consider acting out a gang rape fantasy. He wanted to invite his poker buddies.
I just looked at him and said, "What's happening to your fantasy mind? That's a lot more than doing a strip show."
I stared at him and waited but his expression did not change. "You're serious aren't you?"
In a rather business-like tone, he reminded me that we'd talked about it after I stripped and masturbated for him and his poker buddies one night when I got in from a trip. He asked if I remembered how erotic and fun that evening was for all of us, me included.
I said, "Yes, I remember it vividly," as I recalled the details.
After I had come home from a trip, I put my bags by the stairs that my husband, Stan, would kindly carry up later. He had already poured me a shot of my usual fantasy releasing Tequila as he knows it is the elixir that quickly puts me into an exhibitionist mood. He said he had really missed me and asked me to come in and spend some time with him and his friends. I was going to first change clothes but he asked me not to. Stan likes that I'm his stewardess wife and I think he wanted to show me off in my uniform. What I didn't realize at the time was just how much!
After I drank the Tequila, it wasn't too difficult for him to persuade me to do more than just say hello, plus, for whatever reason, I always come home in a very sexual mood in anticipation of dancing in my uniform for my husband, which he loves, and is perfect for me because I love to dance both clothed and naked.
When I arrive home from a trip and after I dance and strip for my husband we do a variety of sexual things but his favorite, as well as mine, is me stripping nude, lying somewhere in front of him like the on the couch or even the dining room table and pinching and pulling my labia apart. Sometimes I pull and release them. He calls it pussy snap.
Other times I bring them in and out like butterfly wings. Stan says I have perfectly sized and shaped labia, whatever that quality is, but I have also heard it from other men for whom I have masturbated so it gives me confidence and encourages me to do it even more. Some men want me to keep stretching them while they masturbate which I take as a nice compliment and which further feeds the exhibitionist in me. Stan also likes me to unhood my rather prominent clit at the same time so that's something I usually do. Men that are clit lovers go crazy when I move it in little circles, first in one direction and then in reverse, which is something I freakishly discovered and practiced as a teen studying my pussy in a mirror.
So here I was - home after a difficult commute to San Antonio from Dallas because of weather delays. I needed to let my hair down, both literally and figuratively.
I slipped into the powder room and freed myself of my not sexy pantyhose and took the pins and hair tie out of my regulation hairstyle. I went into the den where they were playing cards, kissed my husband on the cheek and said hello to his friends that I had met before but didn't really know because this was a fairly new event. Stan had picked music that he knows I like to dance to and whispered to me saying he'd love for me to dance for them. I was very much in the mood and, needing to unwind, I started dancing in my flight attendant uniform in a sexy Latina style holding my hair on top of my head. With my pantyhose removed, I felt free and sexy.
Even though they pretended to be involved in their card game, I could tell I was interrupting their concentration, even that of my husband of three years. It felt good to still have that effect on him.
Since I very often dance and strip for my husband when I come home from trips, dancing for him and his buddies felt very much the same. And since my instinct was to free myself of my uniform, I placed my fingers on the top undone button of my blouse and waited for my husband to look up from his card hand. His eyes met mine and he gave a smile, a wink and thumbs up hidden at his side.
He put his cards on the table and turned his chair toward me which was a tactful invitation for his buddies to watch his wife who was apparently going to do more than dance. When I unbuttoned a fourth blouse button, my husband got up saying he was going to get more beer because he said, "This is turning into a real party."
He walked by me and whispered, "I'm luvin' it, Baby. Keep going. Do your thing. Did I say it's really good to have you home?"
He kissed my cheek, left for the kitchen and returned with four beers and a Tequila shot for me. I took a sip and felt the exhibitionist buzz sweep through my head. I closed my eyes, danced and absorbed the pleasure of a new exhibitionist experience as it unfolded.
