Hi, Linda here. This is a little something I wanted to share.
Some of you may recognize us from other sites, Jim, my husband and I have shared stories and pictures several times. Jim is the better writer of the two of us and helps me polish mine so they don't sound quite so stupid. We've had quite a few adventures over the past few years and we both enjoy writing our reflections down so we can remember how we felt as it happened. Reliving and sharing makes exciting times even more exciting. Letting others know how naughty I've been turns me on again and again. To get a look at me just go to the profile section and have a look.
If you like our stories let us know, if not, then at least try to not be mean, I seem to have rather fragile feelings. I do take things seriously. Let me assure you that what we write as non-fiction is truly non-fiction. We've lived every second of it. I know I let things happen that many would say was wrong, but we both love and trust each other and enjoy what we do.
Jim is my husband, my hero and my life; I would do anything he asks even things that are outside of my comfort zone. He knows that if he were ever to ask me to do something that I was morally against and I said no, he would not push it further. He is more adventuresome than I am. He has opened up an erotic world to me that I would never on my own dare to visit. He's allowed me to share my body and my fantasies with others, I feel sharing my innermost feelings is more personal than someone seeing or touching my naked body.
Jim and I have a close friend, Dennis. He has been around for nearly as long as Jim and I have known each other. He worked with Jim for a while and has been married 3 times to 3 of the meanest bitches I have ever known. He is so nice and would do anything for anyone. His problem is that he seems to trust women who just want to take advantage of him.
Dennis wanted to fuck me from the first time he saw a picture of me. Jim showed him a picture of me in a very revealing white string bikini when he asked him what I looked like. Jim said he nearly drooled all over the photo.
As we became friends, I noticed he would undress me with his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. Guys, we know what you are thinking and know when you are looking. Being a total flirt, I guess I encouraged him, maybe a little too much. A girl has to have some fun doesn't she?
I didn't know it at the time, but Jim was also showing him some of the naked photos he was taking of me. Now I don't care, but at the time it really embarrassed me to know any other man had seen me naked. I guess some of his staring at me was because he had seen my photos and knew what I looked like under my clothes. How embarrassing!
Dennis would come by often and it became a common event for him to stay for dinner and drinks for a long evening. He just became a member of the family. We all became really comfortable together.
I guess I just got so used to him being around that I didn't realize I was getting more and more careless and casual in my dress. In the summer I would wear the tiniest bikinis I could find while around our pool. They were the least I could wear and still have covering. I wasn't into total nudity then as I am now.
I knew I was driving him crazy, but convinced myself that he really wasn't seeing me naked. I'd wear tops that were loose fitting and wouldn't wear a bra. I loved to bounce and flop in front of him. I know he would get an occasional tit flash, but it would be fast and excited me as much as him. Every so often I'd see him try to hide his erection. Guys, we women always see you try to hide it, always. When he would leave I'd jump Jim's bone like a hungry dog because I was so turned on.
Jim and I would talk about him seeing me naked, Jim wanted him to see me naked; I kinda did too, but was still shy and embarrassed to be naked in front of other men. I had been brought up as a good Catholic girl who was supposed to be seen only by her husband. It turned me on so much when Jim would talk about my stripping in front of him. I would get so hot and wet thinking about what it would feel like to have another man actually see me naked and not try to cover myself. Jim would tell me that he wanted me to show him my pussy and let him touch me where ever he wanted. I would just have gushing orgasms fantasizing about it.
Dennis was between wife 2 and wife 3 and had been taken down the merry path to financial ruin by the bitch. She had been fucking her boss behind his back and was spending all his money while stashing hers for her get away. He didn't see it coming when she left. It crushed him financially as well as emotionally.
During that summer he spent more time with us, he didn't feel like cooking and I really think he didn't have the money to eat out, let alone entertain another woman. There were times we would eat, have a few drinks while watching TV and he would just crash overnight in our guest room.
It was one of those evenings, either a Friday or Saturday night when we had had a little more to drink and had a couple of joints to share. Now I always get less inhibited when I drink, I tease more and get happy, silly, and horny. Most of all horny! I guess I should have known better, but I should never, never, never, smoke a joint with anyone other than Jim. The effects of that weed just seem to go right to my pussy. I remember only bits of what went on, kinda like a dream that fades in and out.
I remember feeling so relaxed and just good inside. I also remember feeling so turned on. Jim gets horny too and gets all touchy feely, he loves to kiss me and lick me. That just melts me into a puddle of nonresistance. I remember the lights were turned low and we had candles. There was soft music and I was listening to it inside my head. It made me sway and hum softly.
I remember Jim was touching me and had slowly mostly unbuttoned my top and was rubbing my breasts through my bra. I wanted him to touch me, but I was still aware that Dennis was there. I whispered to Jim, "Let's go to our bedroom and make love. I need you inside me so bad!" But under the influence it seemed that the bedroom was so damned far away!
Jim whispered, "Let's just stay here for a while and play for a little while." He kept saying, "I just want to touch you and turn you on. Does this feel good?"
Feel good! Fuck it was driving me crazy! I was tingling down there so bad I felt like a vibrator was on high and laying right on my clit!
Jim told me, "Sweetheart Dennis is watching us. How about letting him see some of you?"
I was confused but knew at the same time what he meant. I wasn't completely computing what he was saying. I knew Jim wanted Dennis to see me naked, but I wasn't sure that is what he meant at that time. But at the same time I did know that is exactly what he meant. I told him, "Honey I'm not sure Dennis wants to see me or wants to watch us like this. We might be embarrassing him."
Jim reassured me, "Baby I know he wants to see more of you, a lot more. It'll be fun to show him some more. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I know you'll like the feeling."
The idea finally sunk in and it hit me like a wave of cold water washing over me! All of a sudden I had a total body flush, I could hardly breathe. I felt terrified and thrilled at the same time. I wanted to have Jim strip me, but the idea of actually doing it took my breath away. I remember asking Jim, "What do you want to do?"