Sharing Sara My Exhibitionist Wife

Chapter 2: An Exhibition

For the next few days Sara couldn't stop talking about having exposed her body to men she didn't know, and how exciting it had been. "Did you see their eyes light up when they first saw my tits? And when you opened up my pussy for them to look inside, that was so intense! But you're not going to believe this, the most exciting parts were when they brushed my boobs, and when I rubbed their cockheads with them, that was really nasty, and when they fondled me while I kissed them goodnight. Oh, besides climaxing in front of them, of course. I can't believe we really did all that stuff!"

I had loved watching my lovely Sara display her naked beauty to other men, fondling her tits for her and opening her cunt so that they could see. It turned me on in a peculiar, indirect way, where I could experience her sexual power in different ways, and dominate the whole situation. I loved the erotic atmosphere of our party. Both of us wanted to go further with our five voyeurs.

The evening's exposure had developed a tactile side to Sara's exhibitionism. She reminded me that sexual encounters often begin as mostly visual, and touching comes as things progress. That's the appeal and the disappointment of porn, and of strip shows - the initial visual excitement is there, but it never progresses to the ultimately satisfying tactile/personal level. Now she wanted that too. Next time there would be more touching, men feeling up her body while she felt them.

Lying in bed, we discussed our next party. What should the ground rules be? "I want them to touch my breasts, I want them to squeeze them and pinch my nipples." As Sarah spoke, I could feel her move her hands, touching herself the way she described wanting to be touched. I imagined the sounds she would make, the way her body would writhe as they caressed and squeezed.

"Mm-m, I'd love that," I whispered. She pushed the covers back and cupped her breasts, as though offering herself to her new audience. Between my legs, she felt my cock twitch.

"But I think I want more than that, Jim. Ogod, I feel so nasty. I want them to touch my pussy - finger-fuck me while you watch. And I could kiss their stiff cocks, and suck..." Her voice trailed off. She sighed, "Ogod. Just talking about it's making me horny."

She was making the rules as daring as she could, but in fact I couldn't wait to see those men take sexual liberties with my wife, to touch her and make her squirm. "I'm going to do nasty things to you while they watch, you little sex-toy. I'm going to make you a complete slut, like meat. We'll touch and fondle and squeeze and penetrate. Do you want that?"

I could tell by the way she was breathing that she loved the idea of it. But she snickered, "Since you put it so delicately I want it more than ever."

She turned over and snuggled next to me, gently squeezing my cock. "I'm tired of always being the nice woman in the neat suit. Sometimes I want to be a slut - a slut who craves being exposed. At first I thought it would just be good fun, but..." Sarah nestled her lips against my ear. "I crave it, I can't resist."

I shivered, and thought for a moment, picturing the entire scenario. "Let's make it different this next time. Let's plan it in detail. For a start, you should wear something that shows more skin."

Sara chuckled again, "I'll find something completely scandalous, and then act like it's perfectly routine to be invited in by a half-naked housewife." She moved her leg over mine and pressed her soft pussy against my thigh, rubbing slowly. "It's so thrilling to break the rules. Married women don't just go around taking their panties off in front of men they aren't married to. Next time we'll do stuff that's even wilder," she promised.

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

"Oh Jim, I'm so glad you understand. Every time one of them touches me in some forbidden place I'll appreciate you more, for letting it happen, for helping it happen."

Sara admitted that having the guys play with her cunt, and giving them lots of oral and manual sex, would be an awesome turn-on; she wanted lots of it. Then she turned serious: "Jim, remember when we made cosmic love after our guys left? At the end I turned around and spread my legs, you churned into me and we both came. It was the best climax of my life! But it wasn't just us - I was imagining our five men sitting right in front of us, watching your cock slide in and out of me, showing them how sexy fucking is."

That last part was a bit of a truism, but her point was made. Sara snuggled close and murmured in my ear, "I want to show them what I'm like when I'm fucking, what my pussy looks like filled with your cock, what the whole experience feels like. Jim, I hope it isn't giving too much of ourselves, but I really need to show them everything. I'm going to fondle their cocks, and lick them, and maybe I'll even suck them right in front of you, you can watch it up close. You can be right next to a cock that's spurting into my mouth - you can't see that when you do it to me yourself. Oh god, that's dirty, but I'll love it, and you'll see, you'll love it too." Now she was squeezing my cock with her hand.

"This is really nasty, Jim, and I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but next time, could you go all the way with me while they watch? Please? Jesus, it makes me tingle just to say it." I felt her damp muff slide up against my thigh.

To my surprise I liked the idea, the ultimate exhibition of Sara. The kind of heavy-duty exhibitionism that she craved was showing off what you do, not just what your body looks like. The more I thought about it the more I knew we had to do it. They could watch Sara fuck, close up and intimate. They couldn't help but feel what a great experience it is, how alive and responsive she is. And I got stiff just thinking of fucking her in front of others, raw and open. She noticed.

Later we talked a lot about what position we would use for our show, but we couldn't decide on one. Just talking about it was so exciting that we had to discuss it in short bursts, before we attacked each other. Finally we worked out a great variety of moves and postures. Sara wanted to suck our guys' cocks while we fucked so that they could feel her fucking moves through their cocks. She wanted two cocks inside her at once. She also suggested having guys fondle her boobs while she sat up on me. I love being inside Sara, and I love seeing her boobs squeezed, so doing both was great with me. I could grab her ass, lift her up and down on myself, and still see her boobs get handled. This exhibitionism was driving her further into extreme sexual display and wanton behavior. It was going to be quite a night, if I could hold out long enough.

Since we were going to let the guys cum in Sara's mouth, there was a danger of disease, so I contacted Rod to see if he could get some medical help. He knew a discrete doctor who could do the necessary tests quickly. I called our team of men and arranged a time for our next little party. They were considerably more flexible now, more than willing to rearrange their schedules for us, or more precisely for Sara, or even more precisely for Sara's voluptuous body. Each of them liked the new rules, agreed to enforce them on the others, and was willing to get tested. (Fortunately they all turned out clean.) I invited them for cocktails before we began to strip Sara, so she could get to know them a bit better before they felt up her body.

A few days later we got a small package in the mail. It contained a beautiful crocheted dress, in a blue shade that complemented Sara's natural coloring. The weave was so open that her tits protruded through two of the holes in the fabric. The effect was wonderfully erotic - the dress covered everything and covered nothing. It fit perfectly, a slit up each side all the way to her hips. She decided to wear this and nothing else as she greeted our guests. They would see her gorgeous body, right at the front door. We couldn't figure out who sent it, but it was obviously one of the men in our little voyeurs' club, the men who would watch us fuck soon. The day before our party we found a message on our phone saying that we would all be having dinner at our house, but not to prepare anything. This seemed strange, but we went along with it. Since we would all be sitting together, I made up little programs for each guest's place.

Sara was in her open blue dress an hour before the guys were due, barefoot and itching for the party to start. She couldn't wait to display herself again. Usually she doesn't wear makeup; other women use it to try to look as good as she does without it. But tonight her lips had a red-orange tint. Looking more closely, she had applied the same lipstick to her nipples and her areolas. The color was more saturated than her natural pink, giving her tits an aggressively sexual edge. She always knew just what to do.

Sara put her arms around me and looked me in the eye. "Jim, tonight's party's going to be even better than the first one. I'm damp already. I'm going to show them my body, they're going to feel me up, I'll get to suck on their cocks and make them cum on my body - and in my mouth. Oh god, I'm going to be shameless, a complete slut. And we'll fuck! Right in front of them!" She gave me a hard hump with her hips. "They'll move in close and watch your cock slide into me. They'll fondle my whole body while we do it. I'd better stop thinking about it or I'll make myself cum before they even get in the door." Her hips were already grinding aggressively into my leg, leaving a wet spot at the crotch of her dress. I had to use some real will power to keep from taking her right there.

Sara jumped when the doorbell rang. Quickly she ran to the door, her nipples swelling with each step, and primped a bit before answering, making sure that each nipple stuck out prominently through her dress. Opening the door we were surprised to find all five of our guests, grinning and carrying packages.

"Hi, guys," she chirped, "are you here to ogle me?"

Lance answered for the group, "Hi Jim, hi Sara. Thanks for having us over. We came to lick your tits and take all kinds of liberties with you, but first it's our turn to entertain you." I think they all noticed the wet spot on her dress.

In minutes the guys set out a paper tablecloth, paper plates, and a complete gourmet Chinese meal for seven. As we ate, Sara asked how all this got coordinated. Tom answered, "I was first out the last time, so I waited in your driveway for the other guys and we organized some things. You're giving us so much, we thought we should give back a little. This meal is only the beginning. And you look super-sexy in that little dress with your tits sticking out, and nicely decorated."

Lance added, "I like your lipstick, and I like how it looks on your nipples too. I love how it draws attention to those great boobs, it gives us an excuse to look at them. You are one sexy woman."

"Uh, my boobs thank you, but you don't need an excuse. I like it when you look. And the package?"

Rod replied, "It was supposed to be from all of us, but I'll confess I got it."

"Well, it was great," Sara responded, her nipples prominent and stiff already. "Actually the gift was this dress. I love it - it shows my whole body, but it pulls so tight around my boobs that a little mound of flesh pokes out through each hole in the fabric, and my nipples stick out even further. And it even lifts them up so you can see them better. Ogod, I'm such a slut." She laughed and wiggled her tits to show us how nicely the dress gave support without hiding anything. A well-chosen scanty costume can be sexier than nudity, at least for a while.

When we sat down the guys discovered the programs that I had printed out in a fancy font like a wedding invitation: "Mr. And Mrs. James Burke request the pleasure of your attendance at a dinner and entertainment at their home. Mrs. Burke will attend dinner in a dress that will display all parts of her body. Following the meal she will engage in the following activities with her guests: * Displaying her naked body, including breasts, vagina and clitoris. * Accepting kisses and caresses on any part of her body. * Stimulating the penis of any guest to ejaculation with her hands. * Taking the penis of any guest into her mouth and stimulating it to ejaculation. * Welcoming fingers and tongues of guests on her breasts and in her vagina. * Squeezing the penises of guests between her breasts for sexual stimulation. * Engaging in sexual intercourse with her husband in front of the group. * Performing oral and manual sex with guests during the sexual intercourse."

Sara sat as demurely as could be expected, while the guys discussed the program and read out parts of it with their comments. She actually blushed with embarrassment from the contrast between what would normally be expected of a married hostess and what was happening, her painted nipples straining out through her dress, legs squeezing together involuntarily. We casually got acquainted, Sara recovering her usual poise, but idly brushing her nipples while she asked the guys about themselves.

Tim was a graduate student in history; given his job market, he said he's in training to be a really interesting cab driver. Tom was studying engineering, and studying Sara's tits while he spoke. Sitting right next to her, he was getting a good look. It was great that the men were comfortable staring at her body; of course she liked being stared at, an unspoken subtext of our little gathering.

Lance was in business representing a manufacturing firm, and had to travel; his wife also had to travel a lot for her job, so they didn't see as much of each other as they would like, but they got along fine when they were together. Spike was a firefighter, promoted to a desk job with the city, but he retained a muscular fitness - and an appreciation of danger. He was recently divorced. While this was going on I came around behind Sara and gently lowered the straps of her dress so that it was held up only by her boobs.

We told them about ourselves. I described some of Sara's erogenous zones: the little depression at the top of her collarbone, and inside her ears, and the crease at the bottom of her ass cheeks, reaching forward all the way under her crotch. Then she grew impatient to start her exposure, and asked me to review the rules for the evening. I told the men that she would strip for us, and then we would all use her naked body.

At the end of dinner we had one more surprise: On a signal from Rod all the guys fished police-like badges out of their pockets and pinned them on their shirts. Each one said 'Chief Enforcer.' I asked, "What's that about?"

Rod chuckled, "Well, when we were talking in your driveway last time, Lance boasted that he was the assigned 'enforcer' to see that nobody stepped out of line. Pretty soon we figured out that we were all enforcers. We had a good laugh. Tom suggested the badges. Since I have the money, I had them made up. It's pretty clear that all the guys are sticking to the rules, in exchange for incredible erotic experiences, so we thought we could dispense with the enforcer charade." Sara and I could only agree. Our group of strangers had become co-conspirators in our special brand of no-holds-barred exhibitionism.

Sara leaned forward, hands in her lap and tits spilling out on the table, and asked "Last time we did lots of outrageous things. What did you guys like best?"

Lance volunteered, "When you squeezed my cock I about died. You slid it up and down, in front of your husband and all these guys. It was the best I've ever had."

Rod liked it when Sara rubbed his cock with her tits. "You have great tits, Sara. Full and bouncy and soft, big hard nipples..."

Sara unconsciously pushed a finger into and out of her mouth. "I love this dirty talk, guys, My pussy's tingling already thinking about what we did at that party, and what we're going to do tonight."

"I never imagined that there were women like you," Tim added. "You strip naked in front of us, you actually love to get your tits and your pussy felt up while we watch. Jim must be unique too, because he likes all this. He even seems to get hugely turned on by all these guys seeing his woman expose herself. Why do you to do it?"

"Well, it's hard to describe," I answered. "Um, think about going to a nice restaurant. It's much more fun going with someone else. And sometimes it's even more fun with a group. For us, it's the same with sex. Sharing Sara with other men is our newest thrill. She loves sex, and she loves attention."

"My sex drive seems to be stronger than other women's - I need fucking all the time, and I got a super buzz from showing you my naked body. Men like Jim are so rare, I'm amazingly lucky I ran into him. He's confident enough to enjoy the erotic experience without getting jealous. We're so suited to each other. But we're on new ground here, we've never done things like this before."

We moved to the living room so that Sara could start her show. By now I was tingling as much as she was. First she lifted her dress. "I know you can already see my pussy, but I know you want a better look. Oo, isn't that nasty?"

After gyrating her hips a bit she raised the hem to her waist, displaying her naked cunt again, then pulled it up and over her tits. We could see little criss-cross welts on her boobs and hips where the dress had been particularly tight. Her arms above her head, she shook violently to make her boobs jiggle.

Now we were ready to go further. I announced, "I want to show you a few things about Sara. You'll be caressing her boobs pretty soon. When she's aroused her nipples get really long. You can pull on the tip, like this, and still have enough shaft left to rub sideways, like this."

As I demonstrated, she murmured as though just to me, "Jim, you're getting me hot. You know what that does to me, and they're all watching."

I ignored her protests. "You can be pretty rough with her nipples, but on the pink halo she prefers a gentle touch, like this. You can rub and squeeze the rest of her boobs, she loves that, but she doesn't like to get poked."

I invited everyone to strip to the waist, then stand in a circle with Sara in the center. She was required to present herself, arms above her head, to allow each of the men in turn to fondle her tits. I wanted everyone to get a good feel of them. And to see better as well as to get a good feel, I joined the circle myself.

Sara folded her arms above her head, forcing her tits higher and making them protrude, obscene balls of forbidden flesh. Rod covered those balls with both hands, squeezing with his fingers around the edges, then pulling on both nipples. His fingers were turning orange. "Sara, your breasts feel fantastic. So full and so soft."

This was the first time anyone in the group other than me had touched her tits out in the open. On the opposite side of the circle, Lance found Sara's ass right in front of his hands, so he stroked the soft globes. Sara exclaimed, "Look Jim, he's fondling my boobs, he's touching my nipples, and somebody is stroking my ass. It feels wonderful." I think there's a direct connection from her boobs to my cock.

Sara moved to Tom, the next guy in the circle, offering her boobs to him. He explored with his hands, then pulled on the tip of a nipple and stroked the sides as I had demonstrated, evoking a gasp. She pushed her chest out toward him, offering a better feel. The ass fondling continued with each new guy. As she progressed from man to man she became more and more excited, her crotch already soaked and the aroma of sex perfusing the small circle. I got the last turn. She was on display, and she knew it.

I invited Spike to kiss Sara and slide a finger into her pussy. He cocked his head, looked at me and said, "Ok, if you insist." Then to her, "Do you really want it, babe?"