This is a different type of story for me. Up until now, I have just been so excited about writing down things that my Hubby and I have done, but this has been a "life-changing" event. A while back, I did something that was VERY out of character for me, and it really bothered me...to the point I thought I was crazy. Please bear with me as I tell this tale. Remember, this is from a good church girl from Central Arkansas; right in the heart of the "Bible Belt". It really was hard to negotiate through, but I think I found my way. Oh...did I mention that I REALLY love my husband?
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Some people have asked about my looks. Okay, early forties have been good to me. I had a car accident when I was a teenager, consequently, we don't have kids and I have a marvelous figure now to show for it. My breasts are starting to fall just a little, but I don't think they look too bad. I am five feet, eight inches tall, weigh around 130 pounds, and my hair is still long and dark brownish black. I am 34C-26-34...not too bad for early forties! As far as physical looks, I have been told that Kelly Cass on the Weather Channel looks like my twin sister.
Hubby and I have had many interesting adventures together. Years ago, we had only been married a year or so, he started trying to get me to expose my body to guys. It started innocently enough; if you've read my story on flashing truckers you know how it all began. At first, I was angry because he wanted to show my body to other men. I just couldn't fathom how he could do this, if he really loved me. Being the good wife, however, I tried to make him happy and comply with his wishes. I must admit, the adrenalin rush got to be so invigorating! I can still remember the first time I actually stood in front of another guy topless. I nearly came without any physical stimulation!
One of the things that made this scenario what it was is the way I was raised. I grew up going to church every Sunday. Bible School during the summers, Revivals every so often... I graduated high school and then went to a VERY strict religious university. The gist of the story is that I was taught from an early age that good girls DON'T. Anything. Sex was something that was NEVER discussed as I was growing up, the only advice I got was that I would go to hell if I did it before marriage. Come to think about it, I think that I was taught that I could go to hell even AFTER marriage, if I had sex and I liked it!
So, those of you that have read my stories see how far I have come since being married to Hubby. Since we have been married, I have flashed thousands of truckers, modeled nude for pictures with three different photographers (one of their photos is hanging in our bedroom), had my nipples pierced, had my vayjay pierced, eaten in a crowded restaurant in a see-thru shirt (with no bra, of course!) and many other adventures. You can see that I have changed just a little.
I have gone from anger at my Hubby for exposing my body to strangers to enjoying something naughty with him. I have really enjoyed the transformation, even though I really didn't understand exactly what had "transformed". I know that I love my husband now more than ever, but I still do not understand his reason, his longing, to expose me to other men. Even though I enjoyed our "shows", I still felt a little weird about what I was doing. I love my husband, but I don't want to do anything that will ruin our marriage or our respect for each other.
After several years of marriage, things just kind of got "stale". The love and respect was still there, but we both had jobs that steadily required more time away from each other. When you've been married for a while, you just feel "comfortable". The love was still there, but the raging feeling of lust was now just a growing ember. We still had sex fairly often...just not monkey sex like we did early in our marriage. We just kind of got so that we were not doing anything to add spice to it all like years ago when he wanted me to exhibit. I really missed the passion and spontaneity that we had early on, but I just couldn't figure out how to get it back.
Early in our marriage, just like a lot of couples trying to figure things out, my husband asked me about doing another man. I really was upset about this, wondering how he could love me and still want other men to see me naked, much less make love to me. I really wasn't comfortable even thinking thoughts like that, and I put a quick end to that conversation. Recently though, when we were discussing what we could do to get the spark back in our lovemaking, he asked me again if I would be interested in having another man. I tried to explain my feelings, but he just didn't seem to understand that I just COULDN'T.
"Why are you so fixated on me doing another guy," I asked? "You're all that I want or need. Why would I even consider that"?
"Baby, I love you too. But sex is sex. If you want to fuck another guy, just do it. It will not change the way I love you, you are an awesome woman, and I am glad that you and I are married. But it might change things..." his voice trailed away.
I was furious! "What is this deal about you wanting me to do another guy? Does it turn you on thinking about that? Do you think about another man inside of me and get horny? WHY," I asked in despair?
He looked kind of crestfallen. "I don't know...," his voice was husky; "but I do know that idea turns me on. I don't know why, but it does! I get so horny thinking about you being NAKED in front of somebody else; you cannot begin to understand what happens to me when I think about you with another guy!"
"This conversation is closed. I am not about to jeopardize my position in the community, my job and my marriage just to get you excited. I don't want to hear it again!" Even though I had told him off, I was still interested to know that he found the thought of it so exciting. I didn't understand it; I still don't; but I did find it fascinating.
Fast forward a couple of months. My work was really starting to get hectic and I actually had to work some later nights with a weekend occasionally. I still missed the old spark in our love making, but for the last few weeks, our love making had slowed down due to the extra work. It really got me thinking about what we could do to get back to the fun times. I really missed the closeness that I shared with my husband, and I was considering anything that I thought could get results.
I am the Manager of Production Control at the plant that I work at. It is a fairly good sized manufacturing operation with several plants located nationwide, with our home office in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Part of the reason for the hectic work schedule was a total change in the software we had been using, which also mandated several protocol and book-keeping changes plant-wide. The guy that was responsible for bringing my department up to date was a fairly young guy named Chad, perhaps mid-thirties, that was really sharp. We spent several weeks together working on these changes and up-grades, and he ended up being a real pleasure to work with. The transition went as smoothly as it could, meaning it took a while longer to get it up and running than they figured. In the end, everything was working as advertised. Chad informed me that they would let the system run for a couple of weeks, then come back for some "tweaking".
While Chad was a nice enough guy, his boss, Kevin, was a complete ass. He was really arrogant, loud and obnoxious. One of those men who thought he was God's gift to women. Smooth talking and everything he said had deep sexual overtones. It was rumored plant wide he had girlfriends in every plant, a few even in our small location. I found this really too funny, because he was just SO full of himself! That and the fact that his youngest child was my age...
As promised, in two weeks we had another round of computer upgrades. Chad and his boss were in and out of the plant for about a week. They spent the last three days at our plant exclusively, tweaking reports and protocols. As they were to leave Sunday at noon, I took it upon myself to show them some Southern hospitality to repay them for their hard work and invited them out to our home for some good old Memphis Barbeque (my husband it SUCH a good cook!) and set it up for Saturday evening.
My husband spent all afternoon at the grill and I spent a good part of it cleaning and doing hostess stuff. After finishing around four, I went out on the back deck with a couple of beers and visited with Hubby while he was cooking. After consuming one beer, and starting another, he had me talked into enjoying the sunshine naked. For the next little bit, we proceeded to have a good afternoon while he gently stroked my pussy. We didn't really talk about anything sexual; we just had a good visit. It felt so good to just spend a little time together.
With company coming about seven, my Hubby got a call from work. They had some kind of fire alarm going off in the chemical room and he was needed at work. With a promise he would be back "soon" he hopped in the car and left, promising he would be back in plenty of time for our company.
After he left, I opened a bottle of wine and started getting ready for our company. The hot shower felt good after an afternoon of being naked on the back porch, and the wine was definitely relaxing me. Hubby had spent all afternoon getting me all worked up, but gave me no release. Between that and the wine, I started planning an evening that Hubby would enjoy. I dressed in a pair of jeans that fit me just right, a white nearly shear top, and a pair of high heels to make me feel taller. After another glass of wine, I decided I would not wear a bra. I could definitely see my nipples when I looked in the mirror, but I really wanted to drive Hubby wild with the show.
At seven, the doorbell rang. It was Chad and Kevin, but no Hubby in sight. They brought a bottle of wine and I put it into the ice to chill. We proceeded to drink the one bottle I had already opened earlier while we waited. Hubby finally called and said he would be here soon, just one more report to do before he left, but that we should eat without him. I think he missed the best part of the show!
During the evening, Kevin kept making more and more sexual innuendos, and making it a point to keep me on my toes. With the second bottle nearly gone, Kevin asked me point blank what that funny outline was on the front of my shirt. With a smile, I told him that was my nipples, and I thought he would recognize those by now. He informed me that he had NEVER seen nipple outlines like THAT...
"Oh, those are my nipple rings, I have my nipples pierced", I said. It is amazing how much two bottles of wine change your outlook on things.
"NO! You have pierced nipples? Let me see", he begged.
Two bottles of wine, and an unsatisfied libido, made me unbutton my shirt and show my piercings to these two fellow employees. Looking back, I can't help but cringe, but at the time, I remember thinking I wanted to show off. I felt the old familiar feeling I had been missing for a while, the one where my hands shake, my mouth is dry, and I get horny as hell!
