This is a story of a wife and a husband fifteen years her senior. Sex and thrills were not their problems, but his wife's inability to behave with strangers was. She always wanted to let go and let strangers have her, but she was afraid. She also confided in Her husband that she wanted to be used and abused and taken, so he decided to make that happen for her without her knowledge.
Wife who loves Strangers
How it started and where it was going
My name is Robert (Rocky) and my wife's name is Arica (airy). We are a typical couple with decent jobs, nice cars, and a medium size upscale home. One thing that is not typical is that we are exhibitionist, nudists, and both addicted to sex. It has never been a problem; we could exercise our exhibitionists side then come home a fuck like rabbits on speed. Airy loved to show herself to strange Men, and I enjoyed helping her, Dancing I would lift her dress in the rear, unbutton her dress at bars and have her turn around acting like she didn't know her tits were hanging free for all to see, and stuff like that.
Me, I'm now mid-fifties, 6ft, 180 #'s, semi fit, and kinky. Not the top good-looking man but I and she think I am pretty good looking. I'm well-endowed with Nine inches and a huge sex drive, and love having sex in public places.
Airy is a bit different personality wise. First, she is 40, 5ft 9inches, an incredible 137 #'s, beautifully full C-Cup perky breasts, a molded ass and legs that could make the preacher leave his wife. She also has a huge sex drive, but outdoors she likes to tease strangers in any way she can find. Flashing "Accidentally", on purpose, and in safe conditions totally nude exhibitions to strange Men. Every time she does something like this, she wants to get to the bedroom and fuck hard all night long, it Really gets her going.
I wanted a special night out on the town for her birthday, and I had planned it for more than a month, and she didn't figure it out like normal, I finally had a night where she didn't know what was planned.
I ordered six summer dresses from Amazon for her, all very short and low cut between the breasts with tiny spaghetti straps over the shoulders. To chose which one I wanted her to wear, I told her she had to be blindfolded to try them on, and I would dress her in each one.
She agreed and I started my fun, as she didn't realize I was looking for the one that I could modify to display her more than the dress maker had intended. One by one I dressed her in each starting with the way it was designed to be worn, then when taking it off her I would unbutton it until the only button fastened was the one just above her pussy. Then I would fold the material in from the shoulder strap down to that button and mark it with tailor's wax to know where to adjust it later. Then final dress was medium dark blue with 3\4 inch white polka-dots. It was insanely short, and with my modifications it would just barely cover the areola and nipple. If she danced or moved suddenly the world would have a good look.
I removed all the dresses from the room before I took the blindfold off with her standing there naked. She asked me where her outfit and was and I told her she was wearing it. She just gave me that coy but naughty smile and went to put on shorts and a tee. I went to my office to modify the dress II chose, and enjoyed it thinking about her wearing this dress.
First, I cut off every button between the top to the one button above her pussy, then I folded all that material inside, so it was a tall "V" all the way down to that lone button. I then secured it with iron on double sided tape, assuring that she had no more material than I selected. The final touch was sewing a bright white ribbon on the bottom of each breast cup and tied them in a bow. Now it was ready, but she was not to see it until our night out, which was five days away. I enjoyed watching her squirm and search for that dress, but I took them all to work to hide them.
The morning before our night, I told Airy that a driver would be by at 9am to take her to her appointments. She looked bewildered at first as I never arranged her hair appointments and things like that, but this wasn't just hair. I told her to wear a very short black skirt I like along with a white button up top but told her she couldn't wear anything else. I was planning a night she would never forget, and everything was going to be perfect.
Of course, I didn't go to work that day, I had hand chosen everyone that would work on her this day, and I wanted to see her fidget and squirm throughout her day, especially when she didn't know where she was going and for what. But she is and was a good sport and went along with it. The driver picked her up with a schedule on his phone and I followed behind in my car, because this day was going to be exciting, and I didn't want to miss a minute of it.
Her first stop was a tattoo shop a friend of mine owns, and this was a surprise to her as she hasn't any tattoo's and really isn't into them. When she walked in, Mark met her at the door with a handwritten letter from