Part 4: The Shared Obsession
As you may recall from reading Wardrobe Malfunction parts 1 - 3, my beautiful wife Kara managed to evolve from experiencing an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction to becoming an accomplished exhibitionist who enjoyed it more than she would admit. The chain of events culminated in an extraordinary night where she was a boytoy for four horny guys almost a year ago.
The aftermath of our south Florida adventure was indeed interesting. As we neared home Kara turned to me and said, "I hope you enjoyed that, I certainly never expected to get screwed by more men in one night than I have slept with in my prior 37 years. You know it all started because of the wardrobe malfunction you arranged."
Kara had been fucked repeatedly by four guys and yet she still couldn't say the word. That sweet innocence was part of what made her so attractive. For other men, being with Kara would be a little like having your way with a "Hallmark woman", loads of femininity, a hot body, a smile that can melt hearts and signals innocence, squeaky clean with no Tats and none of that ridden-hard, worn-out look.
It had become clear that part of Kara's rationalizing her submission to the lustful desires she helped create was to shift the blame to me. I smiled back at Kara and softly said, "It was fun, we should do that more often."
Kara, now in the sober light of the next day, softly swatted me and said, "In your dreams, that was a once in a lifetime experience, I can't believe what I did -- what you let me do."
The day-after reflections were not unique to Kara. There is an old saying that more than half the fun is the anticipation and indeed as it related to all of my conspiring to have Kara expose herself and submit to other men, I had been obsessed with the planning and details as it fueled untold exciting visions. The reality was not a disappointment but the fact that this had crossed new boundaries, lots of them, had given me pause as well. Of course, there is risk when one ventures down such a path. I had taken precautions to help insure Kara's physical well being and with Tony's cooperation that had been assured. But it was nonetheless a risk. The emotional implications, both Kara's and mine, remained to be seen. That was no small step and could not be undone.
Kara had not been a virgin when we married but all her previous relationships were based on an emotional connection and we had been monogamous since our wedding over a decade ago. Sex for physical pleasure had previously been restricted to plastic toys, not real men with real cocks. I was not worried about Kara forming an emotional connection or finding a better lover, but then I am sure more than a few folks who have ventured into swapping and swinging had that same plan come crashing down around them. One has to determine the risks they are willing to take and weigh the risks against the pleasure you derive, including the risks that your partner will weigh the risks differently.
Over the next several weeks, Kara seemed to distance herself from the weekend, never bringing it up and quickly changing the topic if I mentioned it. One Saturday as we were making love I mentioned "the weekend" and she quickly shushed me but seemed to pick up the pace a little as she rode me to a mutually satisfying cum. Things went on like that for a few weeks then her attitude seemed to shift to disbelief. It was clear that the weekend gang-bang was on her mind when she relaxed from thinking about the kids or work. On several occasions, I caught her daydreaming and when queried, she either dismissed it or a few times said, "I can't believe I did that."
On one occasion, I asked her how she was doing and she said she was fine but still struggling to understand how a happily married mom, wife and professional woman could let herself go like that. That mood morphed into guilt about the gang-bang now several months in the past. She was still consumed by the event but had taken to blaming herself for her "outrageous" behavior. A few weeks into that mood I confronted her over dinner when the kids were out and challenged her to let it go. I reminded her I arranged and encouraged the event, we both had a great time and we were consenting adults so no harm was done and a lot of pleasure was shared, and besides, she earned a grand working the car show.
Kara responded with tears in her eyes, "I know, that is part of the problem, I don't feel like those men used me, I used them. I loved the attention, I loved having lots of hands and penises to pleasure me. A married woman shouldn't feel that way."
"Pennies? Try hard cocks. You were a cheerleader, you like to be on display and loads of people enjoy attention, its only human. And good sex, almost everyone likes good sex. Why would anyone feel guilty about a very human reaction. People were made to enjoy sex and most importantly we did it consensually."
Things returned to normal over the next several weeks and it seemed that Kara had moved beyond her emotional reflections on her party weekend. She even wore her black leather skirt one night and referenced the party weekend -- a change from her prior references to the "orgy" or "gang-bang". On the surface Kara seemed to step back into her traditional role as coach, librarian, mom, and loving wife. She slowly resumed wearing her sexiest lingerie on evenings when we went out or the girls were staying at friends. I could even point out someone checking her out without her getting upset with the pleasure I took in her attracting male attention.
It had been well over a half year when one day as I opened the mail as Kara and I frequently opened each other's mail. That here was a letter from the agency that Tony had used to provide the models for the car show. They indicated they had Kara's information on file from her previous engagement and were seeking models for their upcoming busy season of trade shows, conferences and events. They noted that as a highly rated prior model she could go to their website and sign up for events she would like to work. I couldn't resist as visions of Kara being on display in a sexy dress with inevitable admirers quickened my pulse. I quickly logged on to see what venues were available while well aware that Kara might well veto my desires.
Screening the choices, I was looking for events that were over 50 miles away, on weekends, and in nice settings. The site gave details on the times, wardrobe requirements and compensation. A Saturday evening jewelry show and auction in Orlando seemed interesting as it required evening gowns. I, of course, had visions of men ogling Kara's cleavage in the pretense of looking at her necklace while lace top stockings peaked out from the slit in her gown. A two-day boat show in Naples specified swimsuits and garnered my click as I daydreamed about Kara parading around boat decks in her bikini. A medical equipment trade show at a four star venue seemed interesting and paid extremely well. Finally, a construction equipment trade show had me envisioning a group of horny macho guys ogling Kara like the models on tool calendars.
I missed the excitement and thrill of Kara being lusted after by other men. I printed out the selections and put them with the letter in Kara's mail pile. I was curious as to how she would react. I was ready to resume the exhibitionism and voyeurism. I didn't say anything and waited to see how she would react.
I was reluctant to push the issue and after a few days passed I assumed Kara had dismissed the idea. Two weeks later on a Sunday evening after the kids were in bed, Kara told me she wanted my opinion on something she had bought earlier in the day. She disappeared for about ten minutes then returned in an olive green dress that looked like a cross between an elegant evening gown and a club dress. It clung to her like a second skin but was not so tight as to look cheap. The deep cleavage looked stunning and the short but not to short length hugged her hips and left an enticing amount of shinny, nylon-clad legs in view. Kara enjoyed my surprised and admiring stares as she asked, "Do you think this will work for the jewelry show next Saturday? They provided a clothing allowance so I bought a new dress."
One look at her and I knew she was all in on the modeling adventure. She would certainly draw attention to the jewelry but I was not sure any men would be able to pay much attention to the items for sale. The fact that she had arranged a sitter, hair and nail appointment and hotel room hinted she was not just committed but excited and ready to be on display again.
On the morning drive over to Orlando, Kara seemed a little anxious and nervous. The $1000 pay for 2 hours of displaying jewelry while looking beautiful seemed generous until one counts the time for security interviews, preshow training and primping. Needless to say, I had some time to burn before the evening show and auction. When we checked in our room, Kara removed her wedding and her engagement ring and placed them in the room safe. Noticing my curious look she said, "I want to look available for the men -- just kidding. They provide all the jewelry and we can't wear any jewelry that might confuse customers."
My heartbeat notched up as I realized the audience would not know Kara was married. I headed out to a driving range and some shopping, as Kara was booked until the show. The plan was for me to attend the show that evening. I showed up at 7:30, standing in the back to watch. Kara was one of five models. She looked fantastic with her hair up, impeccable makeup and that flattering dress that highlighted her great figure. Her stockings shined, as did her smile and the stunning necklace that she was displaying when I arrived. There were about 100 people in the room, the vast majority men. Each model's jewelry was described and the model circulated while potential buyers took closer looks at items that interested them. Or, I suspected in many cases, took closer looks to get a chance to be up close and personal with the model. I watched quietly as the show continued.
Kara seemed to be enjoying the attention and elegance of the gathering. The interactions between the models and potential buyers included some obvious flirting. The other women were also attractive but younger. Some men find women more attractive when they are more mature, perhaps they feel less guilty lusting over someone who is closer to their age.
The third item Kara displayed was a beautiful antique necklace with several stones in an inverted teardrop shape that laid in the valley of her cleavage beautifully. I motioned her over which customers did if they were interested in a closer look even though a large image of the piece was displayed on several monitors. Kara stood in front of me with a pleasant but professional smile. No one in the room knew she was my wife. I reached forward and gently slipped my fingers down her cleavage to lift the gems for a closer look. Kara whispered," People don't know we are married, you shouldn't be touching my breasts."
"I know. I want them to think it is OK." I whispered back.
