NOTE:
While Tricia's story should be readable on it's own, if you want the full context, go and read the Beachfront Property series, where she makes her first appearance in Chapter 05.
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Tricia sat trembling behind the wheel of her car. Her bare skin was moist with a sheen of nervous sweat, and she found herself sticking to the leather seat. She felt her heart race as she looked across the parking lot to the front door of the townhouse she shared with her husband, Jeff. What she was contemplating was only the second craziest thing she'd done this evening, but this time, she didn't have Tami going along with her to share the exposure and excitement.
The naked drive across town had been exhilarating, but it was late enough that she was pretty sure she went undetected by the other people on the road. The closest she'd come to exposure was a car across from her as they were both stopped at a red light. She couldn't see the other driver very well, but the idea of being seen had really added to the experience.
Now she was home, and what Tami suggested, what she about to do, set her pulse racing even higher.
Before she could chicken out, she pressed the button that opened the SUV's hatch, grabbed her bag, and stepped out of the car. She glanced around nervously and hurried to the back, placing her bag, which contained all her clothes, her keys, her phone, and the key fob for the car in the back and closed the hatch. With a brief thrill, she pressed the button that locked the car, and realized she was now committed.
She walked across the parking lot, the sound of her high heels sounding deafeningly loud in the quiet night air, and hurried up the steps to the front door of her condo. She hit the doorbell, as she looked around, and seeing just how exposed she was.
Come ON, Jeff....
She thought. She rang the doorbell again, this time a bit longer.
Her heart almost stopped when the porch light came on, compounding her exposure to the neighborhood. She reflexively tried to cover herself, before the absurdity of that hit her.
When Jeff opened the door, his wife was standing on the welcome mat, naked as their wedding night, arms at her side, with a nervous grin on her face.
"I managed to lock my keys in the car." She said with a lopsided smile.
"That's not all I see. Hang on a second."
Her jaw dropped as he closed the door and locked it, leaving her still standing naked on the front porch.
A minute passed.
Another.
An ETERNITY passed.
Finally, the door opened, and Jeff stood there with his phone held before him, and a badly feigned expression of innocence on his face.
"Let me in, damn it!" She hissed.
"Well, you don't want to leave anything in the car. Thieves, you know..." He replied.
"Hold on, I'll go get the spare key fob."
He closed the door again, and to her exasperation, she heard the lock click shut again.
She looked around, noting the number of places with lights still on.
Doesn't anyone SLEEP around here?
She turned around again as the lock clicked and the door opened again.
"Here you go." Jeff said, handing her the spare key fob for her car.
"You want me to go?"
"Of course! I'll stay here and keep an eye out."
"Take a video of it you mean!"
"Well, that too."
Tricia sighed, and turned back down the stairs. She was halfway across the lot to her car when she saw headlights in the distance. She wanted to duck for cover, but there was none, so she sped up her pace, and unlocked the car. She quickly grabbed her back, and put it over her shoulder, and headed back to the condo.
She had another brief crazy thought, and decided she'd raise the stakes a bit. Again, before she could change her mind, she pressed the car alarm button. In a second, her the headlights were flashing, and the horn was blaring. She walked purposely to the front door, watching lights come on in a couple of windows. When she reached the door, she stopped the alarm and smiled sweetly at Jeff.
"Did you get all that?"
"Oh yes. Was that last it on purpose?"
"You'll never know." She said, pulling the door closed behind her.
"The pictures from earlier were amazing. Is that other woman your client?"
"I'm glad you liked them! The poor driver almost passed out when he saw us."
Jeff thought back to the pictures of his beautiful wife, and her equally attractive client posing naked with a pizza delivery driver earlier that night. He'd fantasized about showing her off for a long time, but until recently, she'd been resistant. He said a fervent prayer of thanks to her client for being such a bad, or good, influence.
He'd noticed that in the last couple of weeks, Tricia had been dressing sexier, and that her underwear drawer seemed to be neglected. It had all started with a naked selfie from Tami's bathroom on the day she was getting pictures for the real estate listing. Tricia shared the rest of the story later. She decided to leave her underwear off, but before she could stash them in her bag, the photographer returned, and she had to hide them in one of Tami's dresser drawers. The entire episode led to the most intense night of lovemaking since they first began dating.
Tricia set her bag down, and walked up to her husband. She threw one arm around his neck, pulling him in for an intense kiss, while her other hand probed at the drawstring holding up his shorts. Her hand reached in, finding his already hard member and began to stroke him. She broke the kiss and gasped in his ear. "You really liked this didn't you?"
"You have no idea." He said, nuzzling her neck.
Tricia pulled away, and sank to her knees on the cold tile of the front foyer. She pulled his shorts down, helping him remove them one foot at a time. She grabbed his buttocks and at the same time pulled his hard cock into her eager mouth. She felt his hand grab her ponytail as she took in his full length, sucking and pumping.
In moments he was groaning, and thrusting his hips forward, fully involved in her urgent blowjob. He used her ponytail to pull her off his member. "If you keep going, I'm going to lose it." He warned.
"It's okay, I want you to." She said panting with need. "Cover my face, lover."
She grabbed his cock again, sucking it in and out, until it was obvious he was about to cum. She pulled his penis from her mouth, using one hand to cup his scrotum, and the other furiously jacking him off into her face. Soon, he stiffened, and she felt the hot splash of semen as it hit her in the nose, cheeks, and her eagerly opened mouth. When he was finished, she looked up at him with a grin and said "Maybe next time I'll leave the door open."
He grinned down at his cum soaked bride. "There will be a next time?"
"Do you think you were the only one who enjoyed this?"
"You're going to have to tell me more about your night. Leave that on your face while you do."
Jeff took her hand, helped her to her feet, and took her to the bedroom. Several hours and more than a few orgasms later, they fell asleep, spent.
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The next morning, thankfully a day off, they finally got out of bed. After a shower and desperately needed caffeine, they sat naked, facing each other on the living room couch.
Tricia cupped her coffee mug and took a sip. She looked at Jeff, and said "What are your boundaries?"
Jeff looked thoughtful, and began carefully speaking. "I get really turned on by the idea of showing you off. I get a charge realizing other people want to fuck you, but you are mine. So, honestly, I never really expected you would be into it, and I haven't thought very deeply about it. At this stage, I don't want you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with, and we can take it as easy as you want to."
Tricia set down the coffee mug and said "Okay, let's see where it takes us. I just don't want to lose you to this."
"Not a chance."
She stood up and walked over to Jeff. She leaned over and kissed him. "I'm so lucky."
"Not as much as I am."
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Over the next couple of weeks, she fell into a routine. She started buying more interesting lingerie, things that really didn't cover anything. She kept a small strip of pubic hair, leaving an auburn tuft above her smooth labia. More often than not, she wore a cup-less bra under her blouse, and either crotchless panties or none at all. Her work attire still appeared to be outwardly professional, except the skirts were shorter and sexier, and the blouses she wore did little to hide her now always excited nipples.
Jeff appreciated the changes, as her routine also began to include surreptitious pictures meant to tease him.
As soon as either of them got home, they'd strip out of their clothes. They became happily comfortable with the practice, especially as the new routine vastly increased the frequency of sex in their lives.
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It was approaching lunchtime on an otherwise uneventful Tuesday, as Jeff contemplated what celebration they might have for Tricia's birthday that day. As he sat in his office looking over a report, he saw Tricia walking across the open space towards his office. She was wearing a short trench coat and carrying an umbrella, as it had been raining all morning.
"Hey honey, I didn't expect to see you here today."
"Well, I called in just after you left for work this morning, and took the day off. I figured we could do something for my birthday."
He admired his wife's long legs and bright red high heels. Tricia, standing just inside his office door, with her back to his coworkers, untied the belt of her coat, and angling carefully, opened it up.
"You would think it was my birthday with that kind of present..." He said softly as he admired her naked body under the coat.
"I have a nice idea for how to celebrate."
