My husband, Dennis, introduced our last story that he had me tell since it was my adventure. Our current story is his to tell after I introduce more about myself to set the stage.
I discovered my exhibitionist desires and love of sex the summer after graduating from high school before leaving home for college. My then boyfriend and a dozen of his friends planned a beach party for those of us departing for college. I had just graduated with a degree in computing. Eighteen of us showed up for an afternoon and evening of fun, food, and a few illicit drinks. With the guys outnumbering the gals, it promised to be a day of fun for us gals.
As the day progressed and everyone enjoyed the sun, water, and a few beers, interactions between the guys and the girls began to get frisky. At some point, my boyfriend untied my bikini top, and I found myself topless. I thought I would be embarrassed, but I was thrilled much to my surprise. I loved the attention the boys started paying me, and more than a few groped me when we were playing keep away in the surf. My boyfriend was enjoying all the attention my body was receiving from his friends. I found that odd at first, but I put it out of my mind as I discovered how much it turned me on.
Two other girls joined me in removing their tops, and all six of us enjoyed the male attention. We built a bonfire as night fell. Soon someone started the music on the boom box, and we began dancing. Before long, my boyfriend untied my bikini bottoms. Suddenly, I found myself naked and dancing in the firelight.
Someone put on a tape of slow music, and I found myself being passed from boy to boy as the songs changed. I don' t remember exactly when, but at some point the boys lost their swim trunks as well. I loved the feel of their naked bodies against mine, and I quivered at the touch of their erections as they rubbed against my belly and became aroused by the stroking and massaging of my butt as they pulled me tight against them. Before the night was over, I had lost my virginity, including my anal virginity.
I realize some might have awakened the next day feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and regretting their actions. I woke thrilled by the memories of the previous day finding that I was fantasizing about the next opportunity to expose myself and engage in more sexual adventures. Needless to say, I enjoyed my "college career" and was popular on campus.
I found work as an IT professional at a small liberal arts college making good use of my degree. The campus lived up to its liberal reputation and I continued to enjoy my exhibitionist life style and sexual freedom. I enjoyed casual sexual relationships with a variety of faculty and staff including several superiors. Far from experiencing sexual harassment, my encounters were fully consensual.
I was leading a happy and satisfying life when Dennis was hired to replace my former boss who had retired. Dennis is a few years older than me, and he was recently divorced. At first, I did not give him much thought, but the more time I spent with him; the more I began to like him.
That happened because he began inviting me to have lunch together. Before long, I began to experience something beyond "casual." The more time we spent together, the more I thought about what life might be like with a compatible partner. Marriage was never a thought that had crossed my mind, but now I found myself wondering if it was a possibility.
I always dress to show off my breasts, often in tight thin cotton tops with no bra. Dennis noticed me the first day he came to work. I know, because he had difficulty concentrating when being introduced to the staff.
I love it when men are clearly distracted by my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. I typically wear jeans, as my work often requires me to move equipment and get down on my hands and knees to check cables, power connections, and security cables. When the weather is warm and I know I might be spending time in faculty offices, I wear short skirts. I love the exposure while down on my hands and knees knowing certain professors watching me. I even remove my panties before servicing my favorites.
With that introduction, I will turn the story over to my husband.
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Several people, including my boss, alerted me to Kathy's love of exhibitionism, and my boss even alluded to the fact that he enjoyed her sexual favors from time to time. Rather than warning myself to be careful, I distinctly understood that my fellow staff enjoyed her sexual freedom (both males and females). Needless to say, I was intrigued. The more time I spent with Kathy, the more I realized how much I enjoyed her company. And besides, she was good looking, and I could not help but enjoy her braless breasts as they strained against her tight tops.
I got the full taste of her behavior on a hot day in August. I accompanied her to a professor's office to help with a nagging computer problem. Apparently he lost Internet connectivity every few weeks necessitating an office visit. Kathy wore a thin white tank top that revealed most of her cleavage, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. A short, flouncy white pleated skirt and high heel sandals completed her ensemble. Some might describe her as a walking wet dream, and I certainly enjoyed her bouncing tits as we walked across campus. Kathy smiled and laughed at the extent to which her breasts distracted me from the task at hand.
The professor, "Ray," had his own reputation as a horndog with a big cock. The stories I heard spoke of how proud he was of his cock and how he loved to pull it out and stroke it to a full erection for coeds and female staff.
After a brief triage of his possible computing problem, Kathy got down on her hands and knees to check out the cabling running under Ray's desk. Once on the floor, she raised her ass, and her skirt dropped around her waist. She was not wearing panties, and her puffy cunt lips peaked out just below her ass.
She turned her head to talk to Ray and me about what she saw. I suppose she could have backed out and had the same conversation, but she seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on for us. When she did back out, she turned to Ray while remaining on her knees. That is when I noticed that he had unzipped his fly and had his cock in his hand. No one had exaggerated its size. I excused myself by saying that I had to attend to another computing problem. As I closed his office door, I glanced back to see Kathy grasp his cock in her hands as she lowered her lips to its bulbous head.
Kathy and I grew close over the next few months. I finally had the nerve to ask her about Ray. She laughed and explained that he disconnected his data line every few weeks and called her to report the problem. They developed a routine where she would crawl under his desk to find the disconnected cable and she would then "fix his real problem" after plugging the cable in again. Sometimes he got a blowjob and sometimes she got "plugged." I asked her if I should do something to fix the problem permanently, but she said no.
"I love his cock and the sex as much as he does," she explained. "Besides, a coed gets a few days of relief every time he fucks me."
We started eating lunch together and talking about our lives. I came to understand how much she enjoyed exposing herself and how much she enjoyed recreational sex. I explained my feelings of having lost my soul mate in my divorce. I had thought she was the one, but it didn't work out. Monogamy versus promiscuity became a standard topic of conversation as we struggled to understand one another.
One quiet afternoon between academic semesters, we were meeting in my office. Most everyone was on vacation, and we were using the quiet period to catch up on projects. As our work conversation was winding up, Kathy rose and walked to my side of the desk and stepped close to my chair.
" Pull my pants down," she pleaded. "Please pull them down. I want to take our friendship to the next level."
I turned my chair to face her and reach for the snap at her waist. Never taking my eyes from hers, I lowered her zipper and opened the front of her jeans. I slid my hands into the waist of her panties and began sliding my hands downward over her hips and then down her thighs. Kathy hopped onto my desk. I removed her shoes before pulling her jeans and panties off. Smiling at me, she rolled over and lay across my desk. I was looking between her legs at her wet, beautiful pussy and puckered asshole. What else could I do but lean in and begin to lick her sexy privates.
Kathy began to moan and begged me to fuck her.
"I think I am falling in love with you," she panted. "Take me; make me cum."
I said nothing as I inhaled her scent and tasted the nectar flowing from her pussy. She jumped and squirmed when I brushed and probed her anus. When my throbbing erection became uncomfortable, I lowered my pants to free my hard cock. I said nothing as I slid myself into her cunt in one hard thrust.
Kathy exhaled hard and then panted out her assent to my rough invasion of her body. "Yes, fuck me hard. I like it rough."
Kathy squealed when I stuck my thumb in her ass, but she wiggled back against me, forcing my thumb past her sphincter. It had been several months since I had last had sex, and I did not last long. But Kathy was in heat, and she came at the same time I did. I collapsed against her back as my pelvic contractions eased, and I was no longer pumping my sperm into her vagina.
We stayed in that position fully connected while Kathy's cunt held on tightly. Then her body relaxed as my shrinking cock slipped from her cunt. When her breathing slowed, she rolled over.
"I love you," she said as if it were a well-known fact.
All I could do was laugh as I raised her cotton tee to lick and suck her nipples.
"Stop," Kathy pleaded. "It's too much. I need to recover. You gave me such an intense orgasm."
I sat back down into my chair as she sat up. Kathy kept her legs spread wide open while I watched my cum slowly leak out of her pussy.
"No one has ever made me feel like I feel when I am with you," she explained. "I tried to have a monogamous relationship twice before, but a I have a weakness for sex and sexual adventures. I think you are the one I have been looking for, but I cannot promise that I can be faithful."
My head was swimming, but I had fallen for her as well. "We should talk when we are dressed and thinking clearly."
I had already jumped ahead in my mind to living together. How would it work? Could I be comfortable with knowing I shared her body with other men, many of whom I would know? Could she really love me if she wanted to be with other men?
"Look, I know it is a big step," she said. "You don't know how you will respond to my promiscuity. I think I know how to resolve the answer to that question over the next week. Just follow my lead, and you will have your answer."
The next Tuesday, I came in to work to find Joyce, my boss's assistant, sitting at her desk in a trench coat.
"Is it too cold?" I asked.
"No, I have to go leave at 1:00 to pick up the boss, and I thought I would be ready to leave."
"That's nearly three hours. Don't you want to take your coat off?"
"No, I'm okay."
