X RATED ALICE
'X-rated Alice', that's the nickname that I've picked up among some of our friends. My husband Blake thinks it's funny. He is the one responsible for me having a reputation for very explicit activities, always with him. I don't have sex with others, my body is reserved for only him, but he can get me to do almost anything, including public nudity and sex. I've been the 'hit' at a number of parties when Blake gets my motor running and I succumb to his entreaties to perform some uninhibited activity for him and our friends. When we have sex in the presence of others, Blake is involved, of course, but in our misogynistic world, guys don't get bad reputations for lascivious behavior, only girls do.
Our first experience was before we were married. We were visiting my aunt and got the hots for each other. We snuck off to the garage and were quickly engaged in amorous activities. I was leaning over the hood of a car and Blake had pulled my shorts and panties to my knees. He was standing behind me with his dick in my snatch. We were both hot fully focused on each other, so we didn't notice when my Aunt Ellen stepped into the garage. There was a refrigerator in the garage and she was getting something from it.
She saw, us, obviously and didn't say anything, but her eyes met mine as she turned to leave. She smiled and said, "Don't let me interrupt you."
When Blake and I returned to the party in the house, Aunt Ellen spoke to me. She said, "You need to keep that boy under control or he'll be fucking you in public."
A bit later, she asked me if I was using anything to keep from getting pregnant. I wasn't. I hadn't told my mom that I was screwing Blake, I was afraid of how she would react. So Aunt Ellen got me an appointment with her doctor who prescribed birth-control pills. I was nineteen, so Mom didn't need to know that her daughter was getting laid. I think she was wise enough to realize what was happening.
Well, after the incident in the garage, Blake and I realized that we both became aroused when we remembered it and talked about imaginary scenarios where we had sex with others watching. It was the start of a very eventful series of risky situations where there was the possibility, even the certainty, of being observed having sex.
At first, we would just get overwhelmed by passion and grope each other. One evening, we screwed in my parent's living room while they were out to dinner. When they came home, we didn't hear them, so Blake hurried into the bathroom to hide, while I scurried to my bedroom. In our haste, we left my bra on the couch. When my mom found it, she just handed it to me, without saying anything. It's an interesting milestone when your mother realizes you are having sex with a guy and when you realize that she knows.
We were at his folks' house when Blake's mother saw my pussy. Blake had almost stripped me and was fucking me in their rec-room. We were on the couch when she came in. Blake stood up quickly and put his prick away, while leaving me exposed, with my skirt around my waist and my shirt almost off. He mumbled something and left the room quickly while I was getting covered. His mom looked at me and I stopped getting dressed. She seemed fixated on looking at my naked body, so I let her get a good look at my pussy while I pulled my shirt down. She was always nice to me, but I think she thought I was a slut who had seduced her innocent little boy. I let her get a good look at my pussy though, letting her see what had supplanted her as the feminine influence in his life. He was no longer Mama's boy; she was mine and I could make him do anything I wanted. He was under the spell of me and my pussy.
During our honeymoon in the Bahamas, we were in a little swimsuit and t-shirt shop. I was looking at different bikinis and had picked up a nice t-shirt Blake was watching me as I looked at different things.
He surprised me when he said, "I'll buy you any bikini in the shop if you put it on with me watching."
I started to walk toward the dressing rooms, but he said, "Try them on out here."
He wanted me to strip naked in the middle of the store and try on different bikinis. There were other people in the store, mostly couples, but a few unaccompanied men and a couple of single women.
I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, "Nobody here knows us."
I was tempted. I thought about it. Then I did it.
I pulled my shirt over my head and undid the swimsuit top I was wearing. My tits sprung free and jiggled with every movement. I looked at Blake and he nodded. I pulled my bottom over my hips and let it drop to the ground. I stepped out of it and my sandals. I was naked and I had an audience. Blake took a photo as did a few other people.
I walked over to the rack and took a moment to choose a bikini. With all those people watching, I pulled the suit bottom up over my hips, hiding my patch of pubic hair and my tight slit. I fooled with the top for a few moments, adjusting it so my breasts fit in the little triangles of material.
I posed for my husband, proud of myself for having met his dare.
He said, "I don't like that one. Try another."
"One more." I said. If I'd let him, he would've had me trying on bikinis all afternoon.
I undid my top. By this time, my nipples were as hard as little erasers. The white untanned skin on my breasts contrasted with the tanned skin on the remainder of my body. Once again, I pulled down the suit bottom and dropped it to the floor, baring my dark-haired pussy. There were about twenty people watching me now. I picked three suits and asked Blake to choose one. He picked a bright yellow one that contrasted with my tanned skin. With everyone watching, I put the top on first. I adjusted the straps to cover my nipples and not much else. Then, I bent to the floor, giving those behind me a nice squirrel shot of my pussy between my legs. I slowly pulled the suit up and finally covered my bare ass and my beaver.
Blake paid for the suit. I decided to wear it rather than change into my original outfit. I pulled a t-shirt over me and we hustled out of the shop, heading back to our hotel room for more sex.
Our next 'adventure' was when Blake took me to an 'adult bookstore'. I saw magazines, but no books. Of course, after looking at the sex toys and the filthy movies, we had to try the video booths. I had read about such places and the glory holes. I made it clear that I wasn't going to suck some stranger's cock and Blake said he didn't want me to, regardless.
He filled the slot with quarters and we watched a movie where a woman was getting fucked from both ends, spit roasted. It was obscene, but I was aroused seeing others have sex. The close-ups were gross but hypnotic.
Blake had started by fondling my boobs through my shirt. He slid his hands under the front of my blouse. He managed to undo the bra and I lifted my shirt over my head, stripping to the waist for him. I knew he was going to strip me and the thought of being naked in such a place, with strangers just outside the door was erotic as hell. He played with my hard little nipples while we kissed and barely paid attention to the movie.
I wasn't surprised when Blake asked me to stand up so he could pull down my shorts. He pulled them over my hips and they dropped to the floor. I was left with my skimpy panties.
I told him I wanted him to be naked too and helped him remove his shirt. Then he stood and I undid his pants. I freed his hard cock and took it in my mouth while I pulled his pants and underwear down over his hips. I lifted his one leg, then the other to free his pants a left him wearing just his socks. I sucked his cock while he put more tokens in the machine.
I was sitting on a little stool wearing panties and socks. Blake wanted me naked, so I helped him remove my panties. He took my little socks too. I spread my legs, letting him see my naked pussy. We heard people walking the hallway. I was sucking his dick with people just a few feet away.
Then, Blake said he had run out of tokens and needed to get more for the movie. I said we didn't need to see the movie, but said we had to have a movie running while we were in the booth. It was the rules. I said, "Okay, but hurry."
I watched him get dressed, disappointed when he put his penis away. I didn't' realize what he was doing, but he had been putting my clothes in the backpack he had been carrying and when he opened the door, I realized that I was naked and he was taking all my clothes. When he opened the door, a tall black guy in the hall had a glimpse into our booth and saw me naked.
I locked the door once Blake left and I sat there, scared and aroused. I was completely naked, with men outside the door. I couldn't be sure that the lock on the door worked. Someone could walk in and find me naked and defenseless. There were goosebumps all over my body. I was cold, almost shivering. My areolas were bumpy and my breasts felt the cool air. My nipples were vey hard. I couldn't resist and I touched them fondling my breasts while I sat there alone.
I heard a light knock on the wall to my right and noticed the hole in the wall, a glory-hole. Someone was over there. I could see part of a man's face. He wanted me to turn toward him and show him my pussy. I wouldn't do it at first, but when Blake hadn't returned I became a bit more comfortable.
I turned on the stool and opened my legs toward the stranger next door. He was only a few feet away and his eyes were level with my crotch. I spread my legs and put my fingers on my labia, pulling them apart to show the stranger my most intimate features. I felt the warmth and the wetness increase in my pussy and I put my finger on my little clit. I was performing for whoever was next door. My arousal increased and when my husband finally returned and knocked on the door, I ignored him for a few moments. I was diddling myself for the man in the booth to my right. It was like I was in a trance, masturbating for a stranger.
