[This version has been corrected].
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About a year ago my wife and I saw part of an old skin film on cable about a married couple where the guy wanted to expose his wife to other men. I had always enjoyed exposing Susan and fantasized about exposing her more, but I was too embarrassed to mention it. She laughingly made some comment about how it would be "fun" being exposed like that. I then remembered how, when we were dating, she never really protested too strongly when I pawed at her in public places. I especially remember when we used to go to this old drive-in movie theater. I almost always ended stripping off every shred of her clothing in the car. The chance of someone looking in the car and seeing my girl completely naked was really exciting to me. She would put up a little fuss, of course, but I always managed to talk her out of all of her clothing. One by one, I would toss her clothing into the backseat until she was completely naked. Sometimes I would grab her clothes and lock them in the trunk. Then, of course, she was forced to submit to my every whim to get her clothes back. I had assumed that I was just more persuasive than other guys, but now I know that she also found it extremely exciting.
One time, just out of college, after both of us had downed quite a few beers, I intentionally pulled up next to a van-load of guys drinking beer and out for a good time. As I kissed Susan, I unbuttoned her blouse and slid it and her bra straps off her shoulders. I exposed her breasts as the guys gawked at her through their van windows. As I kissed her, I pinched and pulled at her nipples, putting on a good show. The guys piled out the van and stepped up to the window for a closer look. After several minutes of this, I reached over and rolled down the window. I grabbed Susan's face with both my hands and turned her toward me still kissing her. I literally turned my girlfriend's body over to these guys. Susan didn't seem to know what was going on. I just figured that she was too drunk to notice. While I held her head and kissed her, the young men reached in the car and attacked her exposed breasts. I remember being surprised at how easily she had let me bare her breasts. As I kissed Susan, I kept my eyes open and watched them go at her. They were getting pretty rough and I was afraid that Susan would figure it out, but she didn't try to stop them or me. As it turns out they knew her needs better than I did. They pulled her dress up and shoved their fingers under the waistband of her panties and down to her pussy. I watched as Susan opened her legs to them. I actually came in my pants as I watched my girlfriend moan and writhe as these guys squeezed her tits and finger-fucked her pussy.
Well, our lives changed after her admission. Susan has a fabulous body and we are both proud to show it off. My wife has fairly large breasts, and on her small frame, they seem even larger. She also has large thick rubbery nipples that, when erect, pull her tits into fascinating cone shapes. They are quite a sight to see. Her nipples are over an inch long when erect and they are her most erogenous zone. She loves to have them tweaked and sucked on. I like to get a little rough with them sometimes, giving them a good tweak, but as long as Susan is hot enough, she even likes it rough. I even keep a pair of clothespins in the nightstand drawer that I can clip on when she is really hot. I clip them on and then hold her wrists so she can't take them off. Then I fuck her while she moans and begs to have me take them off. I tell her that they won't come off until she cums and boy does she cum. She complains that the clothespins hurt too much, but she leaves them in the nightstand drawer. Other times, I will sit up on her hips as she lays in bed, grab her by her nipples and pull her upper body up, forcing her to arch her back. She rubs her own pussy, moaning as I hold her in that position, until she cums.
At least twice a month we make a trip downtown to an adult book store with a number of video booths in the back. There are about 50 booths back in a very dark area with lots of aisles. In the summer, Susan will wear high-heeled sandals, shorts, and a T-shirt or a tank top, and nothing else. Needless to say, she attracts a lot of attention. Nearly all of the booths have holes cut in the side connecting one booth to another. Some are small enough just to peek through, but they come in all sizes. The booths on either side of us always fill up quickly. We mostly use two booths that are her favorites. In one, the hole is low and just big enough for Susan to squeeze one of her tits through. I have my wife kneel down, then I lift up her T-shirt and push her against the hole and play with one tit, while the guy in the next booth gets the other one. She tells me what the guy is doing. She'll say things like, "He squeezing me now; he's pinching my nipple, now he's sucking on it hard."
Sometimes the guy in the next booth will get rough and Susan will begin whimpering, "Ohhh, he's hurting me Johnny," but I usually hold her there and force her to take it. It doesn't take long before I shove my cock in her mouth. Still, I can tell what the other guy is doing by her moans.
The second booth has a larger hole higher up. I stand Susan by the hole and, with her breasts pushed together, both of them can be squeezed into the next booth. The guys in this place mostly seem to come from a bar next door and they aren't known for being too gentle. But I push Susan up against the opening and hold her tightly there, with her arms behind her, offering both her breasts to the guy in the next booth.
A third booth is my favorite, although Susan doesn't like it. It has a rather large whole cut high in the wall. I can't imagine why someone cut that hole, but I've found a good use for it. Susan stands on the bench in the booth and I push her head first through the hole with her arms held tightly at her sides. She can squeeze through just far enough so her head and tits are in the next booth. The lucky guy in the next booth gets to look up at Susan's pretty face and her fantastic hanging tits while I pull down her shorts and play with her pussy and ass. The men kiss my wife, forcing their tongues into her mouth as they play with her tits and she says they smell like drunks. One guy practically pulled her head off trying to pull her down far enough to suck his cock (he couldn't make it happen). Another guy, who we call "The Slapper", turned her breasts bright red when he spent his time with her by slapping her hanging breasts back and forth. I held my poor wife in place as she begged for him to stop. I got off listening to the slaps. Susan likes to be exposed, and I think part of that is being helpless and taken advantage of, although she says she doesn't like the rough treatment. I, on the other hand, find that I like to see her get a little rough treatment. Fortunately, she is afraid of protesting too loudly for fear of causing a scene that may bring the cops, so once I have turned her over to someone else she is forced to accept as much rough treatment as I will allow. Even though Susan doesn't like the booth with the large hole, I still sometimes make her use it when she's been a "bad" girl. She gets angry sometimes if I let someone get a little too rough with her, but she knows that if she wants me to expose her again, she has to put up with the occasional rough treatment. I've also discovered that if I get her a little drunk before going, she will put up with just about anything.
Because of our fear of catching some loathsome disease, we had a rule that no one could put their cocks in her mouth, pussy, or ass. I admit that I do fantasize about seeing my wife get gang-banged, but I also understood the need to protect ourselves. But then one night, we violated the rule, although quite by accident.
About two months ago we went to the book store after hitting a few bars first. We were both pretty drunk and pretty horny by the time we got there and that made us both careless. I kept telling Susan that she was a very "bad" girl and that I was going to punish her by putting her in the booth with the large hole. My wife thought to trick me and went into another booth first by herself and locked the door behind her. I quickly slipped into the adjacent booth. There was a hole between our booths just large enough to get my arm through. I reached in and began fondling her. She laughed and pulled away to tease me, but she also allowed me to pull off her T-shirt and drag it into my booth. The other wall of her booth had a hole that was larger than mine and I could see someone leering at my wife. I wanted to get her naked for him. I told Susan that I would leave the store and leave her trapped there without her top unless she also gave me her shorts. She made me promise to give her clothes back, but I knew that she was anxious to strip for guy in the next booth. She finally pulled off her shorts and slipped them through the opening into my booth. Then she was naked except for her high heels. I was finding this new game very exciting. I made her stand facing my hole while I played with her pussy. The guys in the next booth had a nice view of her naked ass.
But then, I looked back into her booth and saw the other guy's arm reaching up through the hole to unlock the door in Susan's booth. That danger had never occurred to me. I knew that I should move, but I was too shocked, and too drunk. I kept playing with my wife's pussy, keeping her occupied while he worked on the lock. Finally, he unlocked the door and immediately it was opened. I watched as two men rushed into Susan's booth and locked the door behind them. At last, these men had captured their prize. Susan was terrified by the sudden turn of events.
"Oh God no, Johnny help me," she cried out as the men pushed into the small booth. I saw her turn to face the wall in a vain attempt to cover her nakedness, but they grabbed her and spun my wife around to get a good look at her.
"You'll be OK, honey," I told her, trying to calm her down. She was starting to get a little hysterical and my first thought was of the newspaper article in the local paper explaining how this upper middle class couple liked to expose themselves in a sleazy adult book store downtown. I imagined the police arresting everyone for questioning. I saw Susan, still naked, being handcuffed and shoved into the back of a police car. I imagined that the cops would find all kinds of excuses to "search" her while she sat frightened and handcuffed. I knew that Susan must have had the same thoughts running through her mind, because she very quietly pleaded with the two men to let her go.
"Come on guys," I tried talking to the two men, "just let her go, OK?"
"Relax buddy," one of them said, "you'll get your hot little bitch back when we're done with her."
And then Susan was shoved back against the wall so that one of the cheeks of her ass blocked the hole on my side. I could only listen as they took complete control of my poor wife's beautiful body. Susan continued to beg them to leave her alone. As I sat there listening to her sobbing and pleading with her captors to let her go, I began to get excited. As scared as I was I still wanted to see them abuse her and rape her. I thought about leaving my booth and moving to the other side, but I guessed that there was already someone in that booth watching what was happening to my wife. I heard Susan whispering, her pleas coming faster and softer and once in a while she gasped or moaned.
"Oh God no...please stop it...you're hurting me..oh stop...please...ohhhh."
