My name is Tara, age 27; married to Bob, 29, for four years; a sexually adventurous couple, but no penetration outside marriage. I'm telling this story to raise a question about sexual adventure within marriage. If a husband actively encourages his wife's "sexiness" can he blame her if she loses control and exceeds the boundaries they have set? I honestly think that I'd still be a fairly conservative midwestern girl if Bob hadn't constantly challenged me to be bolder and more daring. And I think he forgot the message in an old country song... "A woman's only human, this you should understand... she's flesh and blood, just like her man."
So today, l am an enthusiastic exhibitionist, encouraged by Bob from about our third date in college. He loves short skirts, skimpy panties and windy days — or whatever method I dream up to show off. He also likes the idea that other guys are watching. So at first I did my showing off for him, but when I figured out how much hotter our sex is after a good show, I began liking the idea for myself.
Throughout our marriage, we've been in a social set that enjoys couples parties of six to eight people. Depending on how much wine flows, these parties become pretty risqué, and an exhibitionist's dream come true. I can show off on my own, or sometimes Bob challenges me to show my panties to every guy at the party at least once. And on especially hot party nights, usually involving the host's favorite rum punch, I'm aided by truth or dare, or strip poker. Bob has been "all in," turned on by the scene and eager to be alone with me.
This brings me to this story's main scene. It was a house party with an unusually large crowd - thirteen total. The odd man was Steve, a friend in our social set who had been transferred to Atlanta three years before. He was back in town solo for a business conference and dropped by for old-times sake. I always liked Steve. He was ultra-cool looking, but also had the confident, attentive look-deep-in-your-eyes charm that made women simply enjoy being with him. He clearly liked legs because he was always smilingly attentive when I was accidentally flashing him. And he had seen me close to naked, so a lot of normal barriers had been broken down by prior history.
Here's the part of prior history that explains why I sought Steve out on this night. About two years before, I lost at truth or dare, and my dare was to take off my top and bra — made simpler because I wasn't wearing a bra — and select a guy other than my husband, to slow-dance with. He was to "go topless" too. So I picked Steve. We pulled off our shirts. Some music started. We danced chest-to-chest, or maybe I should say chest-to-nipples, in the middle of the rec-room, and I got so hot I nearly orgasmed on the dance floor. In fact, the watching party-people were so aware that they were actually cheering for it, but I managed to hold on, not sure that Bob would approve going as far as a public happy ending. Later, Bob was richly rewarded for sharing temporary access to my boobs. At the first moment I could find an empty bedroom, I guided him inside and had my way with him, as they say.
So at this party, the crowd was big enough that some were upstairs where drinks were flowing and a playoff basketball game was on TV, and some were downstairs where dancing was the current activity; sexy dancing allowed; swapping allowed, but not topless. As you've no doubt predicted, Steve and I were dancing. He had already been well and truly flashed thanks to a skirt that was a lot like a cheerleader's skirt, with matching tube-top. As we danced, he told me I was "lookin' good." I laughed and thanked him for the compliment. He asked me if I remembered the last time we danced. I laughed again and said, "Like it was yesterday." And that was basically true. It was an awesome memory that had become the all-time favorite in the fantasy world of my mind. I hadn't imagined that there might be a repeat, but I sought it out when the opportunity presented itself.
Here's a pretty close account of the conversation that followed, no doubt helped along by ealier visits to the hosts' fully stocked bar.
"Still enjoy a bit of exhibitionism, I see."
"I'll bet you did see."
"Did I see a thong by chance?
"Yes, that would be true?"
"You really shouldn't do that, you know?"
"Do what?"
