Hi there, my name's Dave, and my fiancΓ©e's name is Charlotte. The following story is all true, with only names and places changed. I'm writing this mainly for our own enjoyment, but feel free to enjoy it as well.
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Charlotte and I have been together for almost four years, and for Middle Eastern cultural reasons, things started out very slowly. Sex before marriage was a no-go zone, and I was a very jealous boyfriend. I didn't like her having guy friends. I didn't like her wearing revealing clothes. I wanted her all to myself.
You see, Charlotte is a very attractive woman. At only 22, she is the perfect balance of sexy and classy. Her body genuinely looks like the statues of Greek goddesses. She's average in height and weight, but it's all in the right places. Her boobs are an outstanding 30G--meaning that although she's still somewhat slim, her chest is very generous for her frame. Her ass is one you can really bury yourself in: it sticks out prominently and has perfect handles on the sides. If you can imagine what she looks like, you'd understand how much male attention she gets. She has brown, shoulder-length hair with beautiful curls that accentuate her entire look. Most of all, she has the prettiest face, the kind of smile that can light up a room and a giggle to match.
Anyway, after a few months, I couldn't resist her anymore, and we made passionate love. The feeling of sliding into her that first time, and the look on her face, is one I'll never forget. The longer we were together, the more obsessed I became with her pleasure, wanting her to experience as much of it as possible.
The first time we used one of those rabbit vibrators, I remember watching her explode in orgasm. Her body writhed, her abdominal muscles tensed, and her back arched. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I knew then that, whatever it took, her pleasure would be my priority. Nothing could turn me on more.
Slowly, I became much more relaxed about her clothing, encouraging her to wear more revealing outfits by our cultural standards. By the time we hit the three-year mark, she was showing plenty of cleavage and wearing pretty short dresses.
Around two years into our relationship, we got drunk with another couple -- my best mate and his girlfriend--and ended up playing strip poker. I'd always imagined what that would be like. What I didn't expect was that all my attention would be solely on Charlotte--and, much to the other girl's dismay, so would my friend's. Something about the way her hands could barely cover her big boobs was captivating. For the first time, a part of me realized I loved that she was being watched by someone else. Later that night, after we went to bed, we heard the other couple fighting. He had stupidly told his small-boobed girlfriend how sexy Charlotte was--that was the beginning of the end of their relationship.
Later down the track, that same friend and I went on a beach holiday and shared a bottle of vodka. That night, I told her about my fantasy--how I wanted others to see her, to appreciate her sexiness just like I did. She taunted me, saying I wouldn't do it, that I was the jealous type. But I could see in her eyes over FaceTime that she was turned on by the idea. So I taunted her back: "I'm all for it, and in fact, unless you tell me otherwise, I'm gonna show James your nudes right now."
Immediately, she called me out, daring me to do it. So I did. I showed him several of her nudes, wanting nothing in return except to hear what he thought. At first, it was awkward and he didn't want to say much. But slowly, I saw him grow a bulge, and his eyes said plenty. After a few more drinks, he admitted she was beautiful. His eyes burned with desire.
That entire night, she sent me texts like, "What happened, baby?" "Did you show him?" "How did he react?" I knew then that she enjoyed the idea much more than she let on.
The next day, I teased her with my tongue, denying her the chance to orgasm unless she told me how she really felt. I ran slow circles around her clit, never touching it directly. It killed me to hold back--to not devour her sweetness from the start. She held out for a while, but eventually, it was too much.
"OKAY, OKAY! I'm a slut. I love you showing me off. I love how much it turns you on. It made my pussy wet knowing he was looking at my body."
That night, I fucked her until she was too sore to continue. That night, my mentality changed. I knew I wanted to--no, NEEDED to--take this further.
For months, things settled down. She wasn't doing much exhibitionism, afraid of being caught in public. But all the while, I was obsessed. The stories I was reading on Literotica shifted from exhibitionism to hotwife fantasies.
