We are a happy couple, settled in our marriage but we do have a kinky side. Let me explain.
My name is John, and my wife's name is Carla. I first met her when she was sixteen and still a virgin. We married five years later and our marriage has been blessed by the birth of two wonderful daughters. She had been and is the most loving of moms and wives, very good looking and nice.
Carla was raised as a strict catholic. As a result, she was inhibited sexually but over the years this changed. With my encouragement we slowly began to experiment.
I don't know exactly how it started but we both discovered we got excited when more of her body was on show to others. Her skirts became shorter and her neckline deeper and deeper despite her boobs being a bit saggy with lactation and age. Her exposed cleavage attracted a lot of attention from our male friends and I encouraged her to show more. After that she wore loose tops without any bra affording our friends generous views of her breasts. Then she bought a totally see through shirt and I objected.
"You'll never find the courage to put that on without a bra."
She answered coyly, "let's see".
She did it in a restaurant a good few miles from home. All the men were staring at her lustfully throughout the meal and we had a great fuck later. After that she frequently sunbathed topless in the back garden, sometimes removing her bikini bottoms as well. She believed that no one could see her. She also stripped off completely on a very secluded and not so crowded beach.
A major excitement came about when we were on vacation without the babies. Our room had a nice terrace where Carla sunbathed naked. We had fun and two or three days before we left, I convinced her to take a step further and show off for a waiter. She accepted and didn't make a move to hide her boobs and her hairy pubes as the waiter put her cup of tea on the coffee table near her sun bed.
At home we added extra spice to our game. Feeling confident she'd go out without panties and sometimes she flashed her pussy getting out of the car.
One of the sexiest experiences over that period was having Carla pose naked for a painter. He was my lifelong friend and Carla also knew him very well. Our painter friend was searching for a female model as he had a series of nude paintings to do. He couldn't find the model that he needed. The skinny, small breasted and all over shaved twenty something girl usually available would not do. He needed a mature woman with short hair, longish pendulous boobs and dark pubes. I told him my Carla had every one of those requisites. He inquired about the possibility to have Carla as a nude model and I told him that she never had done any posing but she could have a try if the project appealed to her. One evening he invited us over to tell Carla his ideas. He also showed her a sketch of the final painting. It was of a woman reclining naked as the central figure and two women standing in three quarter poses, bare breasted, in front of a mirror. All three of them were the same woman. When Carla saw the sketch, she was flattered and immediately agreed to pose naked for our friend.
The painting was completed within a month. Carla posed for him twice a week exposing her beautiful breasts, her lovely legs and her shaggy pubes.
I secretly hoped that she would have sex with the artist but nothing happened.
I am a gallery owner and for a while I hung the painting in the gallery. A few friends recognised it was of Carla. This added extra spice to our experience.
What got us thinking about being even more daring was a fairly insignificant episode. It was a sunny day in winter and we were walking on the beach. By us beaches are rocky and at one point we stopped walking and sat with our backs against a rock. The sun was really hot and slowly she unbuttoned her blouse enjoying the warm sensation on her skin. As usual she was braless and her boobs poked out so I encouraged her to take her blouse off completely. She did, and remained in the sun with naked boobs for some twenty minutes. Not far from us was a middle age fisherman. He'd seen she was topless and started to stare at her turning his head to us many times. Carla was flattered and told me he was looking. I said to her "make his day," so she stood up, showing her boobs blatantly to the fisherman and slowly put her blouse on again but leaving it open enough to let a clear view of her breasts profile. Up to her nipples I mean for clear. I told her she was wonderful then she took me by the arm and we walked back passing very close to the fisherman who looked at her intently once again. Passing by him, we slowed down our pace allowing him a last gaze on her jiggling boobs. He moaned out a comment, blurting out something like "you're such a slut and a cuckold".
This had us both very excited and on the way back home we discussed what had happened.
She admitted that to be called "such a slut" by the fisherman had an even greater effect on her than showing off for him and she was totally wet between her legs.
I also confessed her that being called a cuckold had my cock as hard as iron.
We hurried home and we had a great fuck as soon as we entered our bedroom.
The arrangement between us was clear now. I wanted to be cuckolded by my lovely and loving wife. For her part she liked to be degraded and called names.
