Q And A And Exposure

A few nights ago I did an online Q&A session about my wife in an online group, the first one I've ever done. It was totally hot for me. Since then I've been fantasizing about what might happen as a result. I can't stop thinking about it. Here is a fairly accurate summary of that first Q&A session about my wife...I hope you like it.

Alyson's Hubby

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He had shown his wife's private pictures online before, but rarely with her face visible. He was (naturally) afraid of someone recognizing her and the consequences that could have. She didn't know about it. She wouldn't have gone along with it, and would have been furious to find out. For a while that fear kept him in check and made him very careful. Tonight, though, he was feeling particularly horny. He had recently discovered the Flic** group geared toward "risky exposure" and had lurked there a bit. The idea, as the name implied, was to take a bit of a risk...to post a revealing picture or your wife or girlfriend (or self) that showed a clearly visible face, for a brief period of time. He had already posted a little bit, showing a couple of Alyson's pictures for a few minutes at a time, never quite sure how many people would see her, but was afraid to take the next step. He had emailed back and forth with one member a few times, and that guy suggested a "question and answer" session, where he would post a photo of his wife (naked and with face fully visible, of course) for a limited period of time, and during that time he would answer any question any member of the group asked about her. The thought really appealed to him...and scared the hell out of him, too.

"Fuck it," he thought, "Alyson is working in the other room, I'm horny, and I'm going to try it."

He posted a picture of her in the group, one of his favorites. She was 27 years old, with light curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and in this picture she happened to be showering on the back of a sailboat. Naked. Smiling. Looking at the camera. You could see her body perfectly. And what a body it was, with tits that had been described by online acquaintances as "perfect." Only 34c, but what a shape! With fantastic hard pink little nipples. Mmmm. He got slightly hard just thinking about them...and was now very hard looking at them exposed (with her face visible!) on his computer screen; exposed to anyone logged on to the group at the moment.

He watched the "view" counter closely. It went from 0 to 1, then jumped to 4, as people (guys mostly, probably) clicked on the thumbnail to see a larger version. Time for more.

He started a new thread in the group titled "Questions?" He wrote:

"Someone suggested I offer to answer questions about my wife on here for a little while. I'll probably only be on 15mins or so, but does anyone want to know anything about her? I'll try to answer anything you ask. She's posted now, with her face visible."

The first questions were all from the same guy...how old is she...how long have you been married...which state does she live in...what state did she grow up in...what does she do for a living...what kind of car does she drive...they weren't too bad, they were all things that might confirm her identity to someone who already recognized her, but nothing that someone who didn't already know her could use to figure out who she was. Still, he felt a huge rush! A stranger was drooling over his wife's exposed and recognizable body and he was telling the stranger (and whoever else was reading the postings in the group) exactly what they wanted to know. The guy was very complimentary about her body, which didn't hurt, either. When the guy asked to see another photo, it seemed very reasonable, so he found another of his favorites and posted it, too, this time a less revealing but very beautiful shot of her topless, wearing bikini bottoms, sitting on a large rock by a beach.

They chatted a bit more, he answered a few more questions, showed another picture. The guy asked where Alyson went to college...at first he hesitated, it seemed a bit close to home. But he was having so much fun and decided that it couldn't hurt—it's a big school, after all—so he responded. After a bit he checked the "views" counter again...up to 50 now. Wow! It had been about 15 minutes, the time period he initially set, so he typed: "anything else before I have to go?"

Someone else chimed in "Love seeing her face, more please." He obliged with another picture and was rewarded with: "Her boobs are great!"

Then it was as if the gates were opened. Requests and questions started pouring in. "How about an ass pic?" "Does she like to suck cock? Does she swallow?" "How many men has she had sex with?" "How old was she her first time?" There were lots of compliments and friend requests, he designated everyone who wrote as "friends", so they could see more pictures of Alyson—but only the ones where he had carefully blurred out her face, of course.

Someone asked if he could have permission to post her himself. He asked for clarification.

"Just posting her here or somewhere else for a few minutes. Out of your control but never without your knowledge."

Flushed with excitement he agreed to the reposting request. Almost immediately a new photo appeared in the group: Alyson naked coming out of the shower. Boobs and bush, fully visible. Not one that he had posted tonight, but one he had posted very briefly a week or so before! All of a sudden he realized that these guys were copying Alyson's pictures to their computers as fast as he could load them. Of course he had known it was a possibility, but still, now to know it was actually happening...he grew even harder.

"She looks great," the reposter wrote. "Show me another picture of her including her face and I will pull this one down." So he put up another, and a few minutes later the reposted one came down (a good thing, too, since he had no real control over any of the pictures of his wife except the ones he posted from his own account).

Things quieted down in the group a bit, so he checked his email. The original responder with all the questions had emailed him privately, telling him about how a number of guys had entrusted him with their wives' personal information. He had enclosed two pictures, each of a different women stark naked with what appeared to be a mailing label laid over the bottom of the photo. Part of the names and addresses had been marked through on the labels, but not all. He said these two women's husbands had sent him the photos and the mailing labels complete with their wives' names and addresses! He had marked through the crucial information on these versions that he had sent out, but not on others that he had in his possession He said that some people even sent photocopies of their wives' identification; driver's license, passport, work id, whatever. He had a whole collection. He said that he never used them to cause trouble, just as a turnon for everyone involved. He had permission from the husbands to send out the ones that he had attached; he would never do anything without specific permission. He said he would welcome the same thing from Alyson's husband.

What a thought! His head swirled! That would be a tremendous risk...and a tremendous turnon. They chatted about this a bit more, both by email and in the group. Someone encouraged him to "join the DL club." He asked what that was and was told "DL=Driver's License. It means you scan her driver's license and send it to someone or show it here." He'd said he'd have to think about it. And he knew he would be thinking about it. He checked his email again. Two guys had written directly that they had sent scans of their wives' id's to the guy, and he had been totally trustworthy. He thought more about how hot it would be, wondered when she would next get a magazine in the mail so he could steal the mailing label, wondered how he could manage to scan her driver's license without her knowing.

A few minutes later, after a few more questions and a few more compliments, came the big question:

"What is her full name?"

By now he was so turned on by the whole experience he would have agreed to almost anything. Compared to sharing a mailing label with her name and address, or her driver's license, it seemed pretty reasonable. Even though this was a bit more public, he could still control how long it was displayed and take it down pretty quickly after putting it up. He might not be able to do the DL, or mailing label, but he could do this.

"In a minute." he agreed, "I'll put it up very briefly before I go to bed." It had now been over an hour after his "15 minute" session started.

He started thinning the number of pictures he had in the group, still wondering if he could bring himself to do the mailing label thing. Another pic of her popped up in the group with the screen name of the reposter underneath, along with another "Send me something with her face and naked and I will take this one down." So he did, and after a few minutes, down it came. More people encouraged him to share her name. It was a friendly group, everyone seemed very cool and just interested in having fun without anyone getting hurt. He felt comfortable.

Finally he could postpone no longer; after all, he'd already agreed, and everyone seemed so nice.

"Ok," he posted "here goes."

"I'm going to put her name up very briefly, only for one minute."

"It is....."

He typed her first, middle, and last names, took a deep breath, and clicked on "post." Up it popped. His wife's name.

Alyson ******** ******

Visible. In public. Only a few screen inches from her naked picture. With her face clearly visible. How many people were seeing this? How many people were copying this down? He didn't care...he felt lightheaded...horny. Maybe that coworker of hers who clearly had a crush on her would see it. Maybe his friend who had always thought she was hot. Maybe someone else...an old friend...a neighbor...the mailman. He clicked refresh. No new posts. Her name was still there. "Posted 14 seconds ago" it said. He clicked refresh again. 18 seconds. He typed out "18 seconds down...only up for a minute" and clicked "post" again. 27 seconds. This felt like the longest minute of his life. Refresh. 46 seconds. Refresh 57 seconds...damn just missed it. Refresh. 1 minute12 seconds. Delete post. And just like that it was gone.

His breathing was ragged. He was painfully erect. Slowly he typed out "Did anyone see it?"

The replies came quickly now: "I did." "Me too." "Congratulations, alysonshubby, you did it!"

Also a few "What did I miss?" The first guy to respond, the one he know thought of as his friend, the collector of wives with mailing labels and driver's licenses, wrote in to say that he had missed it. Just as he was thinking about whether to share it privately (after all, he was probably going to send the mailing label, if not the driver's license to this guy in just a few days.), a new email arrived from the collector which said some very complimentary things about Alyson's body and what he'd like to do with it...and also contained her full name. Someone else who saw it must have told him privately. Hopefully it wasn't being passed around too widely! The email suggested that his collection of Alyson should be the most complete yet: he hoped to gather a picture of her fully clothed, one of her naked indoors, and one of her naked outdoors, all with her face very clearly visible. He also hoped to have one of her from their wedding; in her wedding dress! And, of course, one of her mailing labels and her driver's license. Mmmm...what a thought! In the state he was in he couldn't think clearly...He wanted to do it so badly, to send this stranger all of these personal items about his wife. But he didn't have most of those things available right now. It would have to wait.

As he deleted the rest of his posts that contained her personal information and removed her photos from the group, the messages continued to arrive; messages of support, messages saying how sexy and how beautiful Alyson was, how much these guys wanted her, messages saying how lucky he was to have her.

Yes, he thought, I am lucky.

And, as he shut down his computer and went in to join his wife in bed, two hours after the "15 minute" session started, all he could think about was what he would do next to increase the riskiness. He was hooked.