Baby Steps
by Hedoliz ©

I would like to call this "baby steps" because it's a story of how I 
learned to become an exhibitionist. Two years ago I would never thought 
that I would be willing to show myself to strangers, but at my husband's 
prodding, little by little I have gone from "accidentally" showing myself, 
to wantonly spreading my pussy open at the drop of a hat (if the situation 
and my mood is right, of course)

It all started two years ago when my husband Jim and I went to Venice 
Beach for the first time since our daughter Christine was born. I was 
slowly getting my figure back and was slightly embarrassed because I had a 
few stretch marks from the pregnancy, but Jim encouraged me and told me 
how beautiful I was, stretch marks and all. I have never considered myself 
a "beautiful" woman, but his telling me that gave me the confidence to 
grab my bikini and off we went.

The first thing I discovered when I went into the rest room to change in 
to my suit was that it no longer fit me! I had actually LOST weight in the 
six months six months since Christine was born. I found that I had to keep 
pulling it up when walked because if I didn't my ass would show. Jim 
laughed when I told him, and he replied that it didn't make any difference 
to him, since he liked my ass and there were very few people around 
anyway.

We laid on our towels for maybe 15 minutes talking and laughing and 
enjoying ourselves when Jim looked at me seriously and asked if I wanted 
to go in the water with him. Yeah, I thought, I'm supposed to go in the 
water with a bikini that I have to hold up all the time? Jim smiled and 
told me that that was WHY he had asked me to go in the water. He WANTED to 
see me in the water trying to keep my suit up! In truth, he wanted to see 
me NOT keep my suit up. While we were on the towels, he told me, that no 
only was it loose around the middle, it was also loose between the legs 
and that my cunt had been exposed the whole time to whoever had passed by. 
Cunt was the word that he used, and I hate the word. I much prefer pussy 
(or even twat), but the effect was the same. I looked and saw that he was 
right. There was a noticeable gap between the fabric and my body. I tried 
to remember whether or not anyone had walked by but I couldn't remember. 
Fuck it. I thought, if Jim doesn't care, why should I?

I reached up and took his hand and we walked down to the water. I could 
see that Jim had a hard on as his suit was sticking out in front. I told 
him that turn about was fair play. If I was to be embarrassed. then he 
could damn well be embarrassed as well. Who's embarrassed, he asked, and 
he pulled aside his shorts and stuck out his hard cock. I couldn't help 
but look around to see who else was around. Nobody. I'm sure that Jim 
wouldn't have done that if someone was, but then with Jim you never knew.

Now, let's see yours, he said, and he playfully reached his hand up my 
suit and started fingering my pussy. We had never done anything like this 
in public before, and I was kind of shocked, but I was also becoming very 
very excited. I was afraid that someone would see, but secretly I was 
hoping that someone would. I scanned the beach quickly before grabbing his 
cock and pulling it toward my belly.

We stood there for a while, his fingers playing over and in my pussy and 
his cock pressed firmly against my belly. I knew that if anyone was to 
come along right about now they would get an eyeful, not because of Jim's 
cock or my pussy, we could easily press closer together and hide that, but 
I could tell that the back of my suit was down at least an inch or more 
and my ass was exposed.

Jim finally broke away from me, put his cock back in his pants, and ran 
toward the water and dove in. I pulled up the back of my suit and waded 
in, following Jim. As the first wave hit, I felt the suit slide off my 
hips again, and I modestly pulled them back up. Jim smiled and asked why?

I thought to myself, does he really like me to show myself off? Does he 
want me to let it all hang out? He had never indicated that he enjoyed 
seeing me like this in public, but then I had never been exposed in a 
situation like this before. It was a strange feeling not knowing whether I 
should be modest or wanton. I wanted to do what Jim wanted, yet I didn't 
know whether he wanted me to show off or not. I also wanted to do what I 
wanted to do, yet I was afraid. Would he be angry if I took it another 
step, or would he be disappointed if I didn't? I opted to play the wanton 
side (within reason) and let the next wave take my bottoms even further 
down After the wave had passed, I let him have a good look at my pussy 
before "modestly, yet slowly" pulling them back up.

I learned later that it took a lot of nerve for him to say what he said 
next, but he asked if I would mind letting another wave hit me and let it 
pull my suit all the way down. I literally tingled with excitement as I 
looked back to the beach and saw that a middle aged man had placed a beach 
chair about 10 feet from our towel and was watching us in the water. He 
had probably seen my suit fall off and was hoping that I would give him a 
good show. I could also tell that Jim knew that he was there as I saw his 
eyes looking over my shoulder towards the man. I debated for a moment 
before giving in to what I now believe had been a secret fantasy. As the 
next wave hit, I let the suit fall all the way down and when I stood up I 
was exposed completely.

Jim smiled a mysterious smile, grabbed my hand and thanked me. He then 
wickedly suggested that we go back to the blanket and take it another 
step.

As we approached the blanket we avoided eye contact with the man, but we 
could tell that he was watching us. I was very hot, and I could tell that 
Jim was too. He couldn't keep his hands off me. We kissed and rubbed each 
others body with tanning oil and I made sure that my suit was showing off 
as much of my body as I could possibly let it without making it seem 
blatant. Every time I turned I could tell that the man was getting a good 
look at either my pussy or my ass. It was a tremendous turn on for me. I 
spread my legs even further apart while Jim pulled out the Backgammon set 
and we played a few games. Before we left I got up enough courage to strip 
down completely while I changed back into my suit. As we were leaving the 
man smiled at us and told us with a wink that he would think us at least 
half the home. I took that to mean he would jack off in the car and would 
come before he got home.

Needless to say we came before we got home as well. Jim was so horny that 
he fucked me in the car in the parking lot before we even left! From that 
day on we have played exhibitionistic games that have become more and more 
daring and more fun and exciting. Maybe later I will continue this story 
and tell you even more. 


 
Baby Steps Ch. 2
by Hedoliz ©

After our adventure at the beach Jim and I had sex two more time that 
evening. He had always been a good lover, but three times in one day was a 
new record! Usually after fucking me it takes a long time for him to get 
another hard-on. I knew that thinking about me exposing myself in the 
water and on the towel with that man watching us was the force that was 
driving him on, but for some reason neither one of us mentioned the 
incident. It was as if both of us were sorting things in our own minds and 
neither of us were willing to share our private feelings.

Two weeks went by and I was hoping that Jim would break the silence first 
and bring up the subject, but he never did. I was also reluctant to 
mention it. I guess it was because I knew that I had enjoyed it just a 
little too much, and bringing it up might make him think that I was it was 
on mind all the time. It scared me a little that I was becoming obsessed 
with what had happened and what was scaring me more was that I was 
thinking of what might have happened instead of what actually did.

Nevertheless, our lives went back to normal and we fell back into the 
routine of making love two or three times a week. There's a difference 
between making love and fucking. We made love. I longed to fuck. I wanted 
to feel the excitement again that I felt in the back of the van, there in 
the parking lot at the beach, on all fours with his cock slamming into my 
pussy doggy-style. Making love is tender caresses, moonlight, a glass or 
two of champagne, and satin sheets. Fucking is sucking cock, playing with 
dildoes, doing it on the ground in full daylight and abandoning yourself 
to your baser instincts. Making love is soft and natural. Fucking is hard 
core and dirty. What scared me the most with my obsession with the beach 
was that I now knew I was obsessed by, and longed for, the dirt.

Almost a month had passed when Jim came home late one Thursday evening 
with a package wrapped up with ribbons and a bow and asked if he thought 
my mother might be willing to watch Christine, our two year old daughter, 
for the weekend. If she could, he said, then maybe we could take the off 
and go to Las Vegas. One of his coworkers was getting married on Saturday 
afternoon and we were invited to the wedding, Jim had already cleared it 
with his boss and he was going to take off Friday. If my mother could 
watch her we could leave in the morning, drop her off on our way, and be 
back early Sunday afternoon so we could spend some time visiting with my 
her before heading for home.

To make it short, I called, she said yes, and by 8:00 Friday morning we 
were on our way to Grandma's house. I played patty-cake with Christine 
while Jim drove, but I detected a certain reserve on his part. Whereas he 
is usually talkative and cheerful, this morning he seemed quiet and 
reflective. Even the radio wasn't on. Jim likes to listen to talk radio, 
but today there was no conversation at all.

When we arrived at Mom's house I spent a few minutes giving her 
instructions on how to care for Christine (as if she needed them), told 
her we would call later with our hotel number in Vegas where we could be 
reached in case of emergency, kissed them both good-bye and got back on 
the Interstate.

Once again, on the road, Jim fell silent. The radio was off and the 
silence was overwhelming. I was tempted to ask if anything was wrong, but 
opted instead to sit in the silence and wait until Jim made the first 
move.

"I have a confession to make to you," he finally said. "There is no 
wedding."

"Then...what's the package for?" I responded.

"It's for you. Would you like to play a little game?" Whatever he had in 
mind, I could tell that he was having a hard time saying this, and I 
wondered what it was all about. The package, the lie about the wedding, 
the game, the way he had been silent for so long, it didn't add up.

"What kind of game?" I asked.

He looked at me sheepishly and answered "Open the package and maybe you'll 
know. I hope you enjoy it, but I'll understand if your answer is no." I 
reached back behind the seat and brought the package to my lap. Whatever 
it was it didn't weigh much and as I untied the ribbon and began removing 
the paper I could see Jim's anticipation. In the back of my mind I thought 
I knew what it might be, and I secretly hoped I was right, but I didn't 
want to get my hopes up. Besides, if it was what I hoped for, would I 
later regret having received it?

As I took off the lid to the box Jim said "I guess it's kind of a present 
for me too. I hope you like them."

There in the box lay the items Jim had bought me. The contents consisted 
of a sheer white cotton dress which buttoned all the way from the neckline 
down to the hem. It was full length and would reach down to my ankles. 
Besides the dress there were three pairs of thong knickers, each in a 
different color, a pair of cut off jeans that was sliced high on the side 
and just a sliver of fabric between the legs, a white tube top with the 
nipples cut out, as well as a few other assorted "erotic" garments.

A few moments went by as I contemplated my treasure. It was exactly what I 
had thought it might be. It was what I wanted, and also what I feared. It 
was Jim's way of commenting, without using words, about our afternoon on 
the beach. It was his way of telling me how much he had enjoyed it and 
that he wanted some more of the same.

I waited a few more moments before responding. I wanted to make sure that 
what I said was to the point and reflected exactly what it was I wanted to 
say. If I said it poorly or made a mistake I might fuck things up. Finally 
I said "Well, I think you can take the bra back. My tits look just fine 
without it. Now what was this game we were going to play?" I said it 
laughingly with a glint in my eye, a raised eyebrow, and a leer on my 
lips.

My answer must have settled his nerves because he smiled for the first 
time since we had left home.

"I'm going to set the speed control at 65 miles an hour. We won't go 
faster and we won't go slower. When the speedometer turns 26,000 miles I 
want you to strip off everything, put on one of the knickers and the tube 
top and I want you to ride like that for at least 20 miles. If someone 
sees you, then he's a lucky man. If they don't see you, then it's their 
fault they've missed out on seeing one of the most beautiful women in the 
world. After the 20 miles are up you can get dressed again, OK?"

I looked at the speedometer and noticed that it was at 25,982. He was 
giving me 18 miles in which to take him up on the game or not. He was 
giving me 18 miles in which to anticipate what might occur. I lit a 
cigarette and thought of the possibilities. I knew I would not hesitate. I 
would do anything and everything that Jim wanted me to do. I had been 
dreaming of this for almost four weeks and now that the opportunity was 
upon me I was not going to cheated out of it by giving in to fear. I could 
already feel my pussy already getting wet and I felt like masturbating.

"Do I have to wait for it turn 26,000?"

I think the question floored Jim. He was probably under the impression 
that I would have to be coerced. "Yes, you do," he said sternly.

"You're setting the cruise control for 65 miles an hour and your not going 
to speed up or slow down for anything, right? So, if we're going faster 
than someone and they see me they have to increase their speed if they 
want to continue the show, right? And if they're going faster than us and 
they see me they'll have to slow down if they want to continue the show 
right? And if they're going the same speed as us and they're enjoying the 
show then we're stuck with them since no one else will be able to see 
anything and we may not like the people we're stuck with. And what if the 
car that sees me is a cop or a highway patrolman, what then? And how about 
a car filled to the brim with a barrel full of kids, what then? And how 
about priests or nuns or old people who shouldn't drive anyway but do. 
Should I show them my tits as well? Do we keep it on 65 miles an hour 
anyway? A how about....."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE," Jim roared.

I giggled. He knew I had only been kidding, and I knew he was only 
pretending to be mad. But I had had 18 miles to contemplate the 
possibilities, and now I was forcing him think of the possibilities as 
well.

I lit a cigarette and waited patiently for the eighteen miles to pass. I 
considered all the possibilities and promised myself that I would obey all 
the rules that Jim imposed on the game, but, I thought mischievously, 
after the game was over I might make up a game of my own to pay him back. 
I spent the next 18 miles thinking of some game we could play that would 
excite him, but in the end I failed to come up with something as 
interesting and full of possibilities as Jim's. Leave it to unpredictable 
Jim to come up with just the right game at just the right time. Finally 
the speedometer clicked on the 26,000 and I was to immediately strip down 
to nothing and then put on the knickers and the tube top. Fortunately (or 
unfortunately) there wasn't a car anywhere near us. There was a big rig 
maybe a quarter of a mile away but I couldn't tell whether we were gaining 
on him or not. I pulled my T short off and tossed it in Jim's lap. I don't 
usually wear bras so my tits were now open to anyone who cared to look. As 
it currently was there was no one that could see, except Jim who had seen 
them before, but I wasn't going let the giddiness of the moment pass. I 
cupped my hands under my breasts and pushed them up and wiggled them 
around. I wanted him to see me through the eyes of the stranger that 
hopefully would be watching me soon. At 65 miles an hour I had less than 
20 minutes in which to perform. Of course rules were meant to be broken, 
but it was Jim's game and I'm sure that if I had to ask for an extension 
he would think I was enjoying it too much.

I slid out of my shorts and knickers and tossed them over to Jim as well. I 
was now completely naked and the feel of the upholstery felt wonderful 
against my bare ass. I turned sideways and spread my legs open, I leaned 
back against the door with my knees up and with both hands between my legs 
and spread open my pink lips for Jim's benefit.

"Oooohh", I moaned, "would you like to feel my cunt?" Jim knew how I felt 
about that word, and I'm sure my saying it shocked him a little but words 
have meaning and at that time, in that situation, I felt it was my cunt. 
It wasn't my pussy or my twat or my box or my vagina, it was my cunt. It 
was wet and slimy and..well.. kind of cunty.

Just then, out of nowhere, a car passed by us in the fast lane. At most 
they were going about 5 miles an hour faster than we were. I had a good at 
the man in the passenger seat. He was blonde and maybe 30 years. It was a 
hot day and he had the window down. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I could 
see his rippling muscles. Had he looked over he would have seen me spread 
eagle like a slut and still holding my pussy lips apart. My heart almost 
stopped beating with the excitement and fear and wanting to be seen and so 
many other emotions that I couldn't even begin to catalogue them all. He 
never looked over, never saw my naked body, and the driver never slowed 
down after passing us by. I idly wondered if they were on cruise control 
as well.

I could tell that Jim was going through the same mixture of emotions as I 
was. How could it be that you reach out for the very thing you're afraid 
of? Was this the same kind of a rush that a skydiver feels when he jumps 
out of a plane for the first time? Is the feeling always the same or do 
you become conditioned to it? Do you build up a tolerance to it like you 
do with drugs? If I were to continue in this manner would I have to go 
further and further to get the same ecstatic, tingly, heart pumping 
reaction. I didn't know, but I felt wonderful and alive and I knew that if 
I wasn't careful I could easily become an addict.

All this soul searching, and I hadn't even been seen yet. True to the 
Jim's rules I pulled on the thong knickers and pulled the tube down over my 
head and adjusted them so the nipples were sticking through the holes that 
had been created for them. I looked ahead and saw that we had come a lot 
closer to the semi. Judging by how much time had elapsed I calculated that 
we had maybe 11 minutes yet to go, I looked at the speedometer and found 
we had travel 7 miles, so I was pretty confident that we would reach the 
truck before the speedometer has passed the magic mark.

I reached in the glove compartment and took out my sunglasses. I wanted to 
be seen and I wanted to see the person who was seeing me, but I wasn't 
prepared for him to look me directly in the eyes I knew that if he could 
see my eyes he would know how inexperienced I was and how afraid I was, 
and I wanted him to think of me as a wanton. It was easier to do if I knew 
he couldn't see my eyes.

I was hoping against hope that Jim would be as anxious as I was and break 
his silly 65 mile an hour rule, but he didn't. I hoped that the truck 
would slow down so I would have as much time as possible to put on a good 
show, but it didn't seem to. The seconds passed by seemed like minutes As 
we got closer Jim pulled into the other lane and I prepared myself for 
what was to happen in the next minute or so. I looked over at Jim, took 
and hand and gave it a squeeze. "I hope this is going to excite you as 
much as it going to excite me because after it's over I want you to pull 
over at the next off ramp and find a place where we can fuck our brains 
out." I smiled at him and he gave me a halfhearted smile. I could tell 
that he was every bit as scared as I was.

We were beside the truck and we were slowly approaching the cab. I tried 
to act normal, but my hands were clammy and my heart was beating so loud I 
thought I could hear it. I looked up at the drivers mirror and saw him 
looking back at us. He was young looking, about 25 or so. I could see he 
had long hair and a beard. He looked nice. As we passed his open window I 
dared myself to look up and look at his face and I smiled and gave him a 
little wave with my hand. And our van passed him up. Damn Jim and his 
silly rules. If he would have only slowed down there were no limits to 
what I could have done. As it was, the driver probably didn't even notice 
that my nipples were exposed.

I was crestfallen. We only had another 5 minutes and knowing Jim he would 
probably insist that the game was over and he would want me to get dressed 
again. I still wanted him to pull over and fuck me, but in the mood I was 
in just wouldn't be the same.

Just then I happened to look in the mirror and saw that the truck was 
gaining on us. We had passed him by, but he must have noticed since he was 
increasing his speed. My heart started pounding again and I felt the 
adrenaline pump through my veins again even stronger than before. I 
checked the tube top to make sure that my nipples were still exposed and I 
leaned back all the way in my seat and took a deep breath.

As he pulled up beside us he slowed a little and kept pace with us. 
Through my glasses I kept watch on his eyes. They were definitely looking, 
and they weren't looking at my eyes. They were looking directly at my 
exposed tits. From the angle he was at he probably couldn't see my 
knickers, and the pubic hair that was revealed, but for now the tits were 
enough for me. It was one thing to "accidentally" expose yourself, like 
when we were at the beach, but it's quite another to "purposely" expose 
yourself and in effect say "Here, take a good look"

We drove along side him for a full minute before gaining the courage to do 
what I did next. I took it another step further. I put my thumb and index 
finger in my mouth and got them wet, and then, with a smile at the truck 
driver, I began rubbing, squeezing and tweaking my right nipple.

I could tell the driver was getting off this as he rolled his eyes up to 
heaven as if to say "Thank you, God" then he licked his lips once, smiled 
and stared down at me while I played with my tits.

From where Jim was sitting he couldn't see the driver so he asked me I he 
was watching. "Oh yes," I replied, "and he's loving every second of it"

I turned back to the truck driver, pursed my lips and in an exaggerated 
lip motion that you sometimes use to speak the hearing impaired and 
mouthed the words "fuck me!" The trucker went crazy.

At that very moment (damn it) Jim looked in the rear view mirror and 
noticed three or four cars behind us that needed to pass, Since both us 
and the trucker were side by side, no one could get around. Even though 
there was technically over a minute to go under Jim's silly rules, he sped 
up and pulled into the lane in front of the trucker. I looked over my 
shoulder and saw the trucker banging away on his steering wheel. He 
probably thought he had lost his fantasy girl forever.

As the last of the cars passed I looked at Jim and said "I really hope 
that this will make you happy, but if it doesn't, too fuckin' bad since 
I'm too horny right now to care. We played your game and now I want you to 
play mine. I want you to slow down the van and pull up beside that semi 
again."

As he pulled into the left lane I tore off the tube top and slipped the 
knickers off. I raised up the arm rests and laid out across the seats. I 
pulled Jim's stiff cock out of his shorts and put my mouth around it.

I couldn't tell from my position over Jim cock, but I could feel the van 
slow and the speed again slightly. As I sucked on Jim's dick, he took his 
hand and tried to reach under my body so he could finger fuck me. In the 
position I was in he couldn't reach it, so I raised my ass a little to 
allow access. If our new trucker friend was watching (and I'm sure he was) 
he was getting a good close look at my asshole and my pussy being pumped 
by two of Jim's fingers. I felt like the biggest slut the world has ever 
known and I was enjoying every minute of it. The intensity of the moment 
was incredible. Even though it was Jim's fingers in my pussy and not his 
cock I thought that this was what fucking was all about. It wasn't about 
making love, it was about fucking. Dirty, gratifying, down and dirty 
fucking.

I stopped sucking Jim and turned over so I was positioned to see the 
trucker. My sunglasses had fallen off when I had gone down on Jim, but I 
didn't care. I smiled at the trucker and he smiled back with a big BIG 
smile. I spread my legs and reached down with both hands and spread myself 
apart. Jim's hand joined mine and he began finger fucking me again. I 
brought knees up as high to my ears as I could get them so the trucker 
could see not only Jim playing with my pussy but my asshole as well. The 
trucker was going insane. Up to now the trucker has remained mute, but he 
said "Lady, you're fucking incredible. I have seen some great stuff in my 
life as a trucker, but you are by far the best I've ever seen. All I need 
now is to see you stick a finger up your ass and cum and I'll be happy for 
the rest of my life. Of course I'd be even happier if your husband pulled 
off to the side of the road and let me fuck you."

"Dream on, cowboy. I love my husband and I'll love him forever. You were 
fun to play with, and I'll always remember you, but what you see is all 
you get. But just to make you happy for the rest of your life...." I wet 
my finger in my mouth and moved it down to my ass. I rubbed it up and down 
over the hole a few times and finally inserted it. It didn't feel as bad 
as I thought it would. Jim continued pumping my pussy with his hand and 
within a few minutes I was nearing the explosion point. My eyes were 
closed and I was pushing Jim's hand in and out trying to make it go deeper 
and deeper. Finally I came and the gushing waves of pleasure took me to 
new heights. Jim's hands were soaked as well as the car seat. I sobbed 
uncontrollably and tears ran down my face.

"Thank you much Ma'am" the driver said, "and thank your husband too. All I 
seen was his hand, but you can tell him that he's got a real cute hand. 
I'll be thinkin' of you and that hand all the way to Montana" Jim could 
hear and he couldn't help but laugh.

"And thank you too, cowboy. And I'll be thinkin' of you long after you get 
to Montana. You may think you know what you saw today, but the truth is 
far deeper than either you or I or that cute hand can comprehend. Good 
luck and just remember that when you fuck the Mrs. or the girlfriend your 
not just fucking their body, your making love to their mind." 

 
Baby Steps Ch. 3
by Hedoliz ©


The rest of the drive to Vegas was uneventful, except for our deep 
discussions about what had just occurred. We both agreed that it had been 
the most intense moment in our lives. Jim confessed to me that it had long 
been a fantasy of his to have someone watching us while we did something 
sexual, but he was apologetic as well, thinking that he may have coerced 
into something that I really didn't want to do. I made an equal confession 
to him that ever since our experience on the beach I had been obsessed 
with the idea of taking it another step. I told him of my theory that 
making love and fucking were two different things and that for a long time 
I had hungered for more than just our normal lovemaking and an occasion 
good fuck. I told him that spreading my pussy open for the truckdriver to 
see had given me the same thrill that I had experienced showing off for 
the man at the beach (although much more intense).

Jim's eyes lit up like a kids eyes do on Christmas morning and for the 
rest of the drive we acted like coconspirators in planning all the 
delicious and forbidden things that we would do in Vegas. Poor Jim and 
Liz, I thought. All these years of marriage and we had never communicated 
the baser side of our psyches. Now that we were confessing our "dirty" 
secrets it all seemed so easy and so right. We had tried so hard to live 
up to the expectations of what we THOUGHT were the expectations of the 
other that we never bothered to ask what the other REALLY wanted. 
Assumptions were made from the beginning and we had lived with them 
blindly, never asking for a reality check.

After we checked into our hotel and emptied the suitcase, Jim opened the 
drapes to look at what our view would be for the next few days. "Liz," he 
said, "you just have to see this view to believe it" I looked and he was 
right. We were on the seventh floor and our suite overlooked the pool area 
of the hotel, and across from the pool was the other wing of the hotel. 
The implications were enormous. There were hundreds of windows that we 
could see into. And there were hundred of windows that could see into 
ours! Some of our previous planning just went out the window (so to speak) 
and we sat on the bed together and devised new plans. I seriously doubted 
that the open drapes would be closed until Sunday afternoon when the maid 
went about her ritual chores of preparing for the next occupants.

It was still daylight, so we couldn't see in the other windows, and we 
were fairly sure that they couldn't see us either, but that didn't stop 
Jim from disrobing completely and urging me to do the same. I complied and 
it felt wonderful standing in front of the window bare ass naked even 
though we assumed that no one was able to see After we had showered, Jim 
asked me to put on the new dress he had bought me. "With or without the 
thong knickers?" I asked. Of course he wanted to me to model them with and 
without. I slipped the dress over my head and stood before him without the 
knickers. He asked me to stand in front of the window so he could see the 
light shining through the gauzy material.

"Maybe it's just a little TOO revealing," he told me, "you can see the 
hairs on your pussy. Try it with the knickers" I obliged. I went to the 
drawer and withdrew the white thong knickers he had bought me and slipped 
them on. I stood before the window again.

"Very VERY sexy," he told me, and I could see a bulge rising in his pants, 
"But it still shows the hair. Turn around and let me see how you look from 
the rear." What you'll see from the rear is my ass, I thought, since the 
thong was deeply imbedded in the crevice of my cheeks. Nevertheless, Jim 
thought that the rear view was superb.

"I don't really know," he said, "it looks wonderful, but you have so much 
hair down there that I think maybe it's just a bit too..too" I knew he was 
searching for words.

"Bold?" I asked?

"Yes, that's the word. Too bold. It looks as if you're TRYING to shock. I 
want it to be more casual, more innocent. Fucking you with my finger in 
front of the truck driver today was one thing. We were experimenting with 
him. It was fun and it was appropriate for the time and the place, but 
we're going to dinner to tonight at Caesar's Palace and it looks just a 
little, shall we say, inappropriate. Do you remember how you said there 
was a difference between making love and fucking? Well, I think it's kind 
of like what we'll be doing this weekend. If you're wearing the red 
miniskirt you brought, for example, you can easily show your knickers by 
crossing your legs in a manner that exposes you and yet can taken by 
whoever watches as an innocent mistake on your part. A tit can 
"accidentally" fall out of a bathing suit or a loose fitting top. Planning 
may be required, but you can expose yourself in such a way that the lucky 
person who is on the receiving end can get an eyeful without ever knowing 
that it was planned. I should know. There has been many a time when I have 
caught a glimpse, even for a second or so, of a bare breast or a flash of 
knickers, and even a few bare pussies once in a while, and it has lit up my 
day like nothing else could. I suppose it was planned, but I'll never know 
because it was done in such an innocent manner that I it would be up to me 
to prove that it was intentional and that I couldn't do with any 
certainty. It certainly wasn't obvious that they were doing it on purpose. 
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when the waves pulled down your 
bikini bottoms at the beach, that was the law of gravity and wave action 
pulling them down. It wasn't as if you had done it on purpose, was it?" He 
smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you expose yourself, but for 
the most part it should be done with style."

God, I loved this man! He was really getting into my new found fantasy and 
rekindling his own. He wanted to be my teacher and I was certainly eager 
to be his pupil. I hoped that as time went on I would learn my own style 
and that I would be able to teach him as well. I hoped that he would be as 
willing a student as I was going to be. Together we would experiment and 
together we would learn.

"Shave me", I said on the spur of the moment, "Let's see what it looks 
like without hair"

Jim was in the bathroom looking for the scissors, the razor and the 
shaving cream before I could finish the last sentence. He was like kid in 
a toy store with a $200 gift certificate. The bulge in his pants was 
pronounced and signified to me that I had made the right suggestion.

When he returned I was laid out on the bed naked, the dress on the floor, 
my legs spread open waiting for, I hoped, his steady hand. It was 
approaching dark now and Jim turned on the lights. I had no way of knowing 
if anyone could see from across the way, but I noticed that there were 
lights on in many of their windows and I could see "shapes" moving around 
in some of them.

Before he opened the can of shaving cream I spread my lips apart and said 
"Don't you want to eat me one last time with the hair still on? Once you 
shave it off it's going be nothing but naked pussy from then on. I 
wouldn't want you to miss your last opportunity to taste a hairy twat."

Jim lowered his head and licked his tongue around my lips. His thumbs 
spread my labia apart and hungrily, savagely he began sucking in the 
juices that already begun to form in my body. His tongue went deep, 
sending shudders of pleasure through me as I arched my back and thrust 
myself into his face. Like a beast he devoured me, lapping at me much like 
a dog laps water. My hands cupped my breasts and I played with my nipples 
as he continued his pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres.

I looked in the mirror across the bed and watched as his tongue probed my 
nether regions. I spread my legs even further apart and strained to see 
myself in it's reflection. I imagined that I was the mirror and that I was 
watching us as strangers might see us through the open window. I could see 
his back and his hairy ass, but all I could see of myself was my raised 
legs with his head between them and my naked breasts heaving as I massaged 
the throbbing knobs that were their center. I looked out the dark window 
and silently studied the shining windows across the way, hoping that 
somewhere out there was someone who was getting a thrill watching our 
"exhibition" of oral sex. It was unplanned, I rationalized. We weren't 
really putting on a "show." It was inadvertent. Was it our fault if we had 
forgotten to close the drapes? We were only doing what most of them did 
themselves in the privacy of the their own bedrooms.

"Stick it in me doggie-style" I cried, as I pushed his head away from my 
open orifice. I flipped over on my back and spread my legs apart again and 
Jim mounted me. "But don't cum. I want you hard and horny all night long. 
I promise that if you don't cum I'll be your whore for the entire night. 
I'll show anything and everything, whenever and wherever, and to whoever 
you want. I'll be your fucking slave for the entire night as long as you 
promise not to cum now"

Jim's dick inserted itself into my gaping hole and he moved it from side 
to side instead of in and out. He was holding off on the temptation of 
thrusting. The feel of my vaginal walls against his monster cock were 
pleasurable enough for him now, I supposed, and I was hoping that his 
restraint would hold. He took a finger and rubbed it up against my 
asshole, never entering it, but pleasuring himself with its feel and its 
texture. I pressed myself against him pushing it in even deeper but trying 
hard not to create a rhythm that would lead to his ejaculation. Out of the 
corner of my eyes I looked out the window again, saw the row of windows, 
and wondered if anyone was watching.

Finally Jim pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed. His penis was 
still rock solid and there wasn't even any pre-cum on the tip. It had been 
a good boy. He seemed to be saying that he was willing to settle for two 
birds in the bush rather than one in the hand.

Jim took the scissors and cut off as much of the patch as he could. When 
he was finished He opened the can of shaving cream and squirted the white 
lather in his palm. He spread my legs apart and I felt gentle tingle of 
the mentholated foam as he spread it over my pussy and into my ass.

"My sweet little pussycat is losing its hair and is soon going to be a 
bald eagle" he said in a singsong kind of voice and I laughed as he dipped 
down for one more taste of my hair before he shaved it all off and came up 
with shaving cream all over his face.

After what we now lovingly refer to as MY vasectomy, we dressed again and 
I modeled the dress with and without the underwear. Jim told me that the 
shaving had been a success. I looked great with and without them. Then he 
smiled wickedly and said "Are you up for another game?"

"I'm your whore for the evening, remember? Anywhere and everywhere"

"OK. I really can't decide whether it looks better with or without the 
knickers. It certainly looks better without the hair, but I don't think we 
should decide without some advice from a "disinterested" party. Why don't 
we order room service and see what the guy bringing the food has to say?"

OK, this is the beginning, I thought bravely. The fear was still there, 
but I knew that fear was only a learned response. It was the adrenaline 
that I was hooked on. Nothing could happen. Jim was here. Just as with the 
truck driver. A man would look at me and enjoy seeing my body and we would 
never meet each other again. It would be a memory that we would both 
share, but it would be a memory that we would share separately. The 
memories that would be shared together would be between Jim and me.

"Are we still going to dinner at Caesar's" I asked? Jim laughed.

"Sure. I'm ordering the guy, not the food. We'll just order sandwiches so 
we'll have something to munch on later. Don't forget, I can't munch on 
pussy hair anymore"

Jim made the call and ordered the sandwiches. While we were waiting Jim 
gave me detailed instructions on how to act. He didn't want me to pull up 
my dress and expose my pussy or anything else so blatant that it would 
make it look like anything other than a simple request for an opinion. The 
guy would probably not make any comments about my body at all, he said. He 
was, after all, an employee of the hotel and would fear losing his job if 
we complained. What went on his mind, however, was going to be a different 
story.

We had agreed that when the man entered I would have the knickers on and 
that after getting his opinion on how it looked I would reach up under the 
dress, being careful not to show too much of course, and step out of them. 
Jim had told me that he would do most of the talking but that if I wanted 
to add anything I could. Jim had me stand in various parts of the room so 
he could judge where the lighting was the best to see through the material 
of my dress and he would try to maneuver the man into the right position. 
I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute.

Finally we heard the knock at the door. While Jim went to open the door I 
gathered up my courage and tried to settle down. I wanted to act 
nonchalant but it was going to be hard to do.

The door opened an a man of about our age (early thirties) entered. He was 
dressed in a white uniform with the hotels logo. He had a tray with the 
sandwiches and he brought it in and set it on the table. Jim signed the 
bill and then deftly walked across the room where the lighting was better 
and the man followed as if on cue.

"By the way," Jim said, "we're from out of town and we're going to the 
midnight show at Caesar's. Have you seen it yet, Bob?" I saw Jim look down 
at the man's name tag as he said it and I realized that Jim had read it 
before using his name. Bob said he hadn't but that it had gotten rave 
reviews and it was one of the hotter tickets in town. Bob looked at me and 
smiled.

"You know, " Jim said as he fished in his wallet for a sizable tip, "I 
hope it's not going to put you on the spot, but my wife and I want to ask 
you your opinion. We bought a whole new wardrobe and we're from Ohio and 
not really sure how they dress out here for the shows. Can you take a look 
and tell us whether or not that looks good to you. Is it too fancy for the 
show or should she wear something more casual, like Jeans. Bob looked at 
me and as his eyes moved down my body I felt that sensual tingle of 
anticipation.

"It looks great to me," he said, "you'll see all kind of dresses and 
outfits here in town, from the fanciest dresses to really casual wear. 
They have a dress code in the fancier restaurants where the men have to 
wear ties and the women have to wear dresses, but it's pretty much up the 
individual when it comes to the shows."

Jim took me by the arm and led me to the light. Positioning myself between 
the light and Bob, Jim said "Do you think maybe it's a little too sheer? I 
mean when the light shines through it like this you can clearly see the 
knickers. Turn around, Liz, so he can see what I mean. What do you think, 
Bob, is that just a little too much or would that be acceptable at the 
show?"

I could see that Bob was pondering his response. On the one hand I felt 
sorry for him, but I thought to myself that ANY man would gladly trade 
places with him, so I wasn't THAT sorry.

"I like it." Bob told me. "It's a little transparent, but that's OK for 
Vegas"

"I know that, but I just hate panty lines on women. It kind of ruins the 
symmetry of the whole effect. I thought maybe she could go without the 
knickers, but being as sheer as it is we thought that would be just a 
little too far out. Honey, show it how it looks without them."

This was my cue. It was now or never. I could feel my heart pounding as it 
had done earlier in the day, but it wasn't as strong as then. I was 
getting used to this. I reached under the fabric of the dress, pulled down 
the knickers and stepped out of them. Still standing in front of the light 
I turned around and let him see me from all angles. God It felt good.

I saw Bob's eyes traveling over my body and I tried to imagine what he 
must be seeing and experiencing right now.

"I kind of like it like that," Jim said, "there's no panty lines to 
distract from the overall effect of the dress. What do you think, Bob, 
should she wear it with or without knickers?"

Before Bob could answer I put in my five cents worth. After all, Jim had 
said I could say anything I wanted as long as I let him do most of the 
talking. "It certainly feels better without those knickers climbing up my 
ass, but I'm just afraid that everyone is going to seeing my pussy. Bob, 
can you see anything when I stand in front of the light?" I spread my legs 
and made sure that Bob could see as much as he could. I turned around 
again and bend over slightly to allow the light to enter from the front so 
he would see everything between the legs that the light would allow. "How 
about this? Can you see anything between my legs?"

Damn, I was getting brazen! I just hoped that Jim wouldn't be pissed off 
that I had crossed the line and gone beyond what he considered "innocent" 
exposure. Being the professional that he was, Bob remained nonplused. "No, 
you can't see all that much," he lied, "if I were you I'd definitely go 
without the knickers, and I agree with your husband that they are 
definitely a no-no. They attract the eye and they almost beg to be looked 
at. Without them you may be exposing more, but fewer people will notice 
because it has more of a flowing look to it. And may I be blunt?"

Jim and I looked at him for a minute not knowing what he would say. 
Finally Jim said "Sure, why not. Go ahead and say it" I think that Jim was 
expecting some sort of rebuke or a snide remark or something really vulgar 
that would put a damper on our fun.

"Well," Bob said, "first off I think she looks great. If she had hair on 
her pussy, and I only use that word because she has already said it so it 
shouldn't offend you, then I would have had to say that knickers were in 
order, but since the pussy is obviously shaved the total effect from top 
to bottom is all one solid shade. Many people will assume that she is nude 
under the dress, but they won't know for sure unless they get a sustained 
view with light shining through. With the knickers on people will see them 
immediately and assume that she is trying to get attention, especially 
thong knickers like that. I don't know if it's possible or not with the 
supplies you brought, but you might to consider putting some kind of 
cosmetics on her breasts because the color of her nipples is very 
pronounced through the material." He took me to the mirror and let me look 
into it. Through the dress I could see what he meant. I could see the 
shade of my nipples in all their glory staring back at me from the mirror.


Speaking to me he said "If you don't have anything to tone down the color 
of nipples I could probably get something from pharmacy downstairs, but if 
you would rather go like you are then I can guarantee that in this town 
you won't feel terribly out of place. You'd get some obvious stares, both 
good and bad, but I would stay fairly close to your husband to ward off 
any unwanted advances. A woman that looks as good as you do, if she's 
alone, would certainly bring out the boor in most men."

Jim thanked him for the advice and gave him a hefty tip. After he had 
left, Jim looked deeply in my eyes and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. 
"Thank you," he said. He patted me on my now unpantied bottom and said 
"Are you ready for dinner?"



Baby Steps Ch. 4
by Hedoliz ©

I would love to tell you that our adventures in Las Vegas got even better 
as the night wore on, that we fucked on top of a blackjack table, or I 
blew a guy while he was shooting craps, or I masturbated in the keno 
lounge while everyone applauded, but nothing that dramatic happened and I 
don't think you'd believe it anyway. I did manage to give the Valet at 
Caesar's Palace a good long look at my bare pussy as I got out of the car, 
but after three or four long seconds I modestly pulled the dress down, 
looked at the valet and gave him an "oops" kind of smile. He smiled back 
and I thought to myself, what else could he do? As we left and headed for 
the entrance to the hotel I glanced back and saw he was still following me 
with his eyes. Apparently my unintentional exposure had had an effect.

During dinner I managed to unbutton two more buttons of my dress without 
anyone noticing, and we managed to order wine, dinner and the dessert with 
my tits almost falling out. No one in the room, including the staff and 
the waiters, seemed to mind or care (or even pretend to notice) but it 
felt good to be on display nevertheless.

After dinner I modestly buttoned one button, which still left a less than 
modest decolletage, but at least it wasn't so risque that I risked popping 
out I stood behind Jim as he played blackjack, and he won for a change 
($375). I knew that there were many people who were aware of the full 
nudity under my clothes, but no one said anything and, like our waiters, 
if they noticed they pretended not to.

I tried to accidentally flash my pussy to the valet that brought us our 
car when we left, but his position when I entered the car was wrong and he 
couldn't see. It was wasted effort on my part.

Jim asked me on the ride back to our hotel to unbutton that button again 
so he could see me as I was in the restaurant and I surprises him by 
unbuttoning it all the way down. We drove down Las Vegas Blvd. that way, 
but again, no one seemed to notice and I didn't want to make it obvious 
that I intended anyone to see.

I felt a little daring when we reached our hotel but I wasn't so daring 
that could walk in like I was, so I buttoned up again (somewhat) and 
walked through the lobby and to the elevator with the same number of 
buttons open as I had in the restaurant. Jim was happy with me and kept 
looking down at my nearly bare breasts hoping, I thought, that maybe I 
would expose one or both of them.

As the elevator door opened we saw Bob, our room service man from the 
night before, standing there. He had an empty service cart with him and 
was obviously headed back to the kitchen. His eyes dropped down to my 
breasts, and then down, and he smiled. "I see that you took my advice and 
wore the dress without the knickers. Good. It's looks great on you that 
way." He said it quietly so that no one else who could be in earshot would 
hear. I smiled brightly and thanked him for the compliment. He left, 
pushing the service cart in front of him, and Jim and I entered the 
elevator. As we rode up to our floor I regretted not showing Bob my 
nipples.

Once in the room I stripped off the dress and threw it in the corner. I 
had worn it all day and I knew that it would need a good cleaning and 
pressing before I could wear again. I walked over to the window and stood 
looking at the windows in the other wing. I was watching to see someone 
else. Jim stripped off his clothes too and joined me at the window. He 
hugged me tightly from behind and cupped his hands over my breasts and 
caressed my nipples. We stood in the window like that, kissing and 
touching each other for 10 minutes or more. We didn't fuck, but Jim 
finally took my hand and led me to the bed and we made love like we did at 
home, satisfying, but without the pizzazz of fucking. I didn't cum.

* * * * *

We stayed in bed Saturday morning until almost noon. With all the 
excitement of the previous day we were still exhausted and the rest would 
do us good. We ate the sandwiches that Bob had brought us the night 
before, watched a little TV, cuddled and planned all the "crimes" that we 
would attempt that evening. Jim suggested that we call room service 
(again) and that this time I would be in the shower when Bob (or whoever 
else) came. I would pretend that I didn't know anyone was there and I 
would walk into the room bare ass naked. I would instinctively try to act 
modest and cover myself with my hands, but then would smile shyly and say 
"Well, you've already seen me, so I might as well get dressed now," or 
words to that effect. I would walk over to the dresser as if my nudity was 
of no concern and spend a minute or so going through the clothes before 
putting anything on. It would be kind of a reverse strip tease as I slowly 
and erotically dress for the man.

Jim also suggested that we might go to the Jacuzzi later that evening. If 
there was no one there we could strip quickly and get in the water and, if 
anyone came later, the bubbling nature of the Jacuzzi would cover us 
enough so we would be at least semi-modest. If someone was there when we 
arrived we would make the decision as to whether it felt "right" enough 
and if it was then he would get in first, wearing his suit of course, and 
I would slip off my shoes and only dangle my legs in the water. If we 
could, we would start a conversation with whoever was there and try to 
lead it around as to why I didn't join them in the water. Hopefully they 
would all "coax" me into the water in only my knickers and white cotton 
undershirt top, both of which would look sexier than hell when they were 
wet.

He came up with a lot of other delicious and exciting things we could do 
as well, but neither of us could have imagined, or prepared, or dreamed of 
what really happened that night!

We decided that for our debut for the day I would wear the cutoff Jeans 
that Jim had given me the day before. I put them on and studied myself in 
the mirror. They were the typical Levi type Wranglers, but the legs had 
been cut off very shortly and major cuts had been made up the side and 
between the legs. There was only a thin strap of material from front to 
bottom and the legs were loose enough that one could visually see the gap 
between the material and the flesh. It was almost as daring "down there" 
as was the bikini that I had worn at Venice beach except that I didn't 
have to worry about it falling off my hips. This was taking our new found 
hobby one more step, as I knew that it would be almost impossible for me 
to go the whole day without showing at least a portion of my pussy even if 
I tried (and I was pretty sure that I was brave enough at this point not 
to). To go along with it I chose of Jim's cotton undershirts, the men's 
kind without arms, which is what he had suggested I wear in the Jacuzzi 
that night if we didn't go nude.

Jim had me wiggle around on the bed, open my legs, stretch my arms over my 
head, bend over, and contort my body into every possible position so he 
could "check out" how I would look, What he was really doing, I thought, 
was getting off on beaver shots. He's been married to me all these years 
and I can still turn him on with simply bare skin. I felt very proud of 
myself, and feeling proud made me feel beautiful, and feeling beautiful 
made me feel sexy, and feeling sexy made me horny. I unbuttoned the pants, 
raised my legs in the air and pulled them off, giving him a good look at 
my asshole and pussy as I was doing it. I invited him to come and lick me, 
which of course he did, and as his tongue and lips pleasured themselves in 
my hairless hole, I climaxed for the first of what was to become a record 
number of orgasms for me in one day.

After I had cum and Jim had licked up all the love juice, I dressed again 
in the same gorgeous, slutty Jeans and we went downstairs to play 
Blackjack. Since we were now playing with the "House" money, as Jim refers 
to it, I decided to play alongside him. I'm not too good on figuring out 
what to hit and what not to hit, unless it a a "no brainer" like two tens, 
and I knew that dressed as I was my mind would be on other things beside 
cards, but with Jim at my side to help me with the tough decisions I might 
do OK.

After an hour of staying relatively even, we hit a string of losing hands 
and were down about $200 which meant we only had $175 of the "house" money left. Jim suggested we find another table where we might have better luck. 
Dressed as I was I was perfectly content so simply wander around the 
casino watching other peoples reactions as they looked at me, but I never 
revealed this to Jim.

As we moved made our way around the casino Jim suddenly spotted Bob 
playing at a nearly deserted table. Now a nearly deserted table usually 
means bad luck for a player, but Jim suggested that we join him. He had 
been a true gentleman the night before, and I was eager for him to see me 
in my new outfit.

"Hey, Bob," Jim said as we approached the table, "off your shift now?"

Bob seemed glad to see us. "Yeah, I am. How you doing? I guess you didn't 
see the show last night after all. You came home a little early." Jim 
admitted that we hadn't and they continued the small talk, but while they 
spoke Bob never stopped looking at me.

I pulled out the stool and sat next to Bob before Jim could, put my chips 
in front of me and bet $20. I got a Blackjack that first hand and felt 
that this indeed might be my lucky table in more ways than one. With Jim 
on one side of me and Bob on the other I felt I was the center of 
attention. The three of us continued to win more than we lost for the next 
thirty minutes, and I would squeal with delight every time one of us got a 
blackjack and I would jump up and down in glee. Every time I did I could 
see Bob's eyes go to either my crotch or my bouncing breasts, and he 
didn't seem embarrassed at all to be looking at me so intently. I knew of 
course that he was looking for exposure, and I thought about making sure 
he did, but instead I simply let nature take its course. With what I was 
wearing he was surely seeing enough to keep him happy. God, it was 
delicious being a cockteaser. "Que Sera, Sera" I began singing softly. I 
wondered if either of them knew why those lyrics had popped into my head.

Suddenly, our luck started to change. The squeals of delight were less 
now, and when they came they were hollow echoes of the squeals from 
before. Abruptly, after winning a hand for a change, Bob said "I'm out of 
hear before I lose the entire bundle. I won enough on that last hand to 
buy us all a couple of rounds of drinks. What do you say? Let's do it now 
or I'll probably throw it away on the next hand."

Before Jim had a chance to think too much about it I turned to Bob and 
said "Great idea. I'm tired of losing too. Lead us to the tavern," I had 
already had four or five Margaritas and I was already feeling no pain. A 
few more and I would "really" be a fun girl.

Jim followed along and all the way to the bar I continued acting silly, 
skipping along as if I were a little girl, and singing "Que Sera, Sera" 
over and over again, sometimes out loud and sometimes only in my head.

The lounge was fairly empty. The big crowds would probably come later in 
the evening. Bob led us to a dimly lit booth in the back away from the 
other patrons. When the waitress came she asked us what we wanted, and he 
ordered for us. I continued with the Margaritas, Jim with his Bourbon, and 
Bob his white wine.

"I know I shouldn't ask this question, and you don't have to answer if you 
don't want, but we have become, uh..." he looked down between my legs, 
"more or less good friends so here goes. What the hell are your names? I 
may have heard them last night but I have completely forgotten them if I 
did?"

Jim and I looked at each other and started to laugh. Last night he had 
asked us if he could be blunt and it had given us pause for a moment. Now 
he was apologizing for asking us our names. I wondered if he apologized 
every time he asked a question. I told him my name was Liz and Jim 
introduced himself as well. We felt bad that we had forgotten to do so 
earlier.

After the drinks were brought to the table the conversation began again, 
and it was about Blackjack. It went on for as long as the drinks lasted, 
and I was starting to get bored. I wanted to get out of the hotel and 
start living out our fantasies. Bob ordered another round before we could 
object and after the barmaid brought it and was handsomely tipped, Bob 
turned to me, looked squarely in they eyes, and said "Liz, I want you to 
show me your cunt. I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your 
shaved lips."

Jim and I were flabbergasted. Bob seemed so mild and apologetic and afraid 
of saying anything that might be blunt or embarrassing to us, yet there 
was no hint of an apology or fear in this statement. Was he drunk?

"Before you say anything," he continued, "let me say that last night I 
knew the minute you asked for my 'advice' that you were either 
exhibitionists or swingers. You were playing sexual games with one another 
and I was simply a prop. I've been around the block enough times to know. 
And don't try to tell me that you weren't aware that I could see your cunt 
and ass very clearly through that dress. And then last night when I 
stepped out of the elevator and saw your cleavage, if you can call that 
deep a plunge cleavage, I knew that all I had to do was to ask you to show 
them to me and you would. Unfortunately I was working at the time, and I 
don't like to mix my job with pleasure. But today I'm not working and it's 
completely different. Besides, I've already seen your cunt four times in 
the last hour, three times at the blackjack table and once since we've 
been here in the lounge. And I don't mean just glimpses, I mean wide open 
views between the lips and up the hole. You think your being daring by 
running around all day in skimpy little outfits that might, just might, 
show off more than you intended to show, and I admire that in a woman. It 
takes guts that most women only dream of having. But to experience the 
ultimate thrill in your little game you have to go all the way. I'm a 
stranger to you. I want you to show me your cunt, wide open, no pretenses. 
I know that this is what you really want, and you know it as well. Now, be 
honest with yourself. Reach down between your legs, pull your pants to the 
side and let me stare at your naked cunt."

He didn't sound threatening, and he didn't sound judgmental (well, maybe a 
little, but it was without criticism), and he spoke the truth. I DID want 
him to see me. Before Jim could say a word I answered "All right" in the 
calmest, coolest voice I could muster. I took another deep drink of my 
Margarita, a deep breath to calm me down a little, and a quick glance at 
Jim as if asking for his approval, and then I sprawled back against the 
cool vinyl backing of the booth. A quick glance around the lounge told me 
that no one could see what I was about to do. All the while looking in 
Bobs eyes, almost as if I was hypnotized, I slowly reached down and pulled 
the Jeans to the side exposing my pussy. Then, as his eyes left mine and 
dropped to see what he had asked for, I took my other hand, dropped it 
down to meet the first, and I spread my pussy lips apart for Bob's (and 
my) pleasure. My pulse was pounding and I asked myself, was I really doing 
this?

Silently he stared at the visual gift that he had asked for and I had 
freely given. The gaze of his eyes were intense, but he signified no 
change in his facial expression, Not a smile, or a smirk, or a grin. Just 
a stone cold stare.

Maybe I was hypnotized, or maybe I wasn't, but without any suggestions at 
all, other than by what I now believe was my own free will, I inserted two 
fingers into the warm wet stickiness of myself and began masturbating. It 
was for his eyes only to see, but it was for my pleasure as well as his. 
His eyes never left my pussy. My eyes never left his face. His expression 
never changed. My fingers went deeper and deeper in with calculated 
abandonment, and with my other hand I began rubbing and stroking my clit, 
sending spasms of delight throughout my entire body.

From his position, and mine, I couldn't tell if Jim could see my fingers 
doing their magic, but he could certainly tell what I was doing. He hadn't 
said a word. Maybe he was speechless or maybe he was wise enough not to 
disturb what was for me a private and almost spiritual experience. I could 
feel the tension building in my body and I knew that it would seek escape. 
I felt myself starting to tremble and I bit down hard on my lip to keep 
from making any outward sound that might draw the attention of any of the 
others in the lounge. I knew that from the position I was in no one except 
could see my nakedness, or my pussy, or my fingers, but they could damn 
well see my face.

Smiling gently now, Bob reached down and inserted his finger inside me as 
well and our fingers worked in tandem for what was now a common goal. I 
couldn't help myself any longer. I bit down harder on my lip, closed my 
eyes and moaned softly, pushing my pelvic bone down harder and harder 
against his finger and mine, It took only moments, but I felt the 
familiar, always sought after, overwhelming sensation take control over my 
body and with a spasm and a soft cry from deep in my chest I came.

Not caring now about anything, my naked body, my loss of composure, Bob, 
Jim, the others in the lounge, anything at all, I lay my head down on the 
table and quietly sobbed as the warm spasms wracked my body. Jim's hand 
was on my hair and he was rubbing the back of my neck with gentle 
caresses. My legs felt wet and rubbery and my breath was coming in short 
bursts. Finally, slowly, the pleasure began to decrease and I started to 
regain control. It was the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever had.

I looked around the bar to see if anyone had observed my temporary 
madness, but everything looked the same as before. No one had seemed to 
notice. I looked deeply into Bob's eyes and said quietly "Thank you."

Then I turned to Jim. "I love you so much it hurts," I said, and once 
again I burst into tears of happiness and sexual release and Jim and I 
kissed with long kisses that were meant only for us and I was unashamed.

As we left the lounge Bob had one more suggestion. Once again it caught us 
off guard. "How would you like to go by the house tonight for dinner? I'd 
like to introduce you to my wife, and we always enjoy company. That is, of 
course, unless you have other plans. I certainly wouldn't to impose" 
Typical Bob again, I thought to myself, always being deprecating.

Jim was, I could see, starting to get a little pissed off. "What, first 
you give my wife an orgasm with me watching, and then you want us to go by 
the house so you can fuck her as well? It's true, we were playing with you 
last night and setting you up as a, what did you call it, a prop? It's 
also true that since we've been here in Vegas we've gone out of our way to 
show her off a little now and then (an understatement, I thought) but what 
happened back there in the lounge was something that just happened, and 
it's not going to repeat itself. I certainly don't want to fuck your wife 
and I don't want to watch you fuck Liz, either. We're not swingers and 
that's what I think that's what your invitation is all about, isn't it" 
Jim said it as if it weren't even a question.

Bob smiled. "You're right," he said, "I would love to fuck Liz, but I 
doubt my wife would approve. I don't doubt for a second that Liz would be 
a terrific piece of ass, excuse the expression, Liz, but I can assure you 
my intentions were not to fuck her. My intentions were to videotape YOU 
fucking her."

That certainly set Jim back a bit. He had told me in our ride out here in 
the car that it had been a fantasy of his for a long time, having people 
watch us have sex, but now that the opportunity was presenting itself, 
would he be up for the challenge?


"OK," I said boldly before Jim could give an answer, "but on two 
conditions. We keep the tape when it's over and your wife will be with us 
the whole time." I thought that Bob would begin to cover his ass about 
now, because I didn't really believe there was a wife. I thought that it 
was just a ruse to get us over to his house. I had read enough murder 
mysteries to realize that you don't just follow strangers with candy.

"Oh, that presents no problem whatsoever. In fact, my wife will probably 
want you to videotape us as well. She loves it when people watch us fuck."

Jim looked excited, but also a little ashen. I could tell he was scared. 
Like me, I thought. Maybe we were going just a little too fast for 
comfort, but like the old saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Bob reached in his wallet for a piece of scratch paper and scribbled down 
his address and phone number. "Say about eight? And please do us the 
courtesy of calling us as soon as possible if you change your mind, OK?"

I excused myself and went to the restroom while Bob gave Jim the 
directions to the house. As I entered the Ladies Room I couldn't resist 
looking at my reflection in the mirror. No one else was there so I stood 
and stared at myself for quite for quite a while. I squeezed my tits 
together and lifted the side of my Jeans to get another good look at the 
brazen image I had dared to show the world. Liz, I said to myself, do you 
really know what you're getting yourself into? No, I answered myself. No, 
I don't.

I left the restroom softly humming "Que Sera, Sera"

 
Baby Steps Ch. 5
by Hedoliz ©

By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I 
was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my 
consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced 
that tonight I could do anything.

Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. 
With all the slutty things I had done this weekend, and all the slutty 
things that I hoped I would soon be doing, I still considered myself 
married and I wasn't ready to jeopardize everything we had in search of 
that elusive craving for more and more thrills. I was, I believed, still 
moral, and the masturbation scenes with Bob in the lounge and the 
truckdriver on the Interstate were only temporary escapes from reality. 
Tonight would tell if I could take it just another baby step forward and 
still maintain my balance. I considered the possibility that I was 
rationalizing about my morality, but I dismissed any further consideration 
on that because I wanted so badly to continue. And continuing was what 
this evening was all about. I wished now that we had never agreed to give 
up grass after Christine had been born. What I needed right now were a 
couple of giant spliffs to settle my nerves.

We followed Bob's instructions and came to the street that led to his 
home. After turning left on one street, following it two blocks, and then 
turning right again onto a cul-de-sac we arrived at the address. It was a 
community of more than modest homes. Judging from housing costs in 
Riverside County where we lived I estimated it in the $400,000 -- $500,000 
range. Strange, I thought, that they would live in a community like this 
while Bob worked in the hotel delivering food to the guests.

As we walked to the door and rang the bell we noticed the well manicured 
lawn and the beautiful plants and flowers that ringed the house. It was 
only a few moments until the door opened and a stunning blonde appeared in 
the door way. "Hi, you must be Jim and Liz. Bob has told me all about you. 
My name is Carla. Welcome to our home."

All? I thought. I wonder if he had told her that only four hours earlier 
he had placed his fingers inside my pussy and had masturbated me into 
having one of the most perfect orgasms that I had ever experienced.

We followed her into the house, past the front room and out into the 
backyard where we saw one of the most beautiful pools and Jacuzzis we had 
ever seen. The sun was just now beginning to set and I visualized what it 
would look like after the lights that I saw placed in strategic locations 
were turned on. There were ferns and flowers all about. The Jacuzzi was 
imbedded in cement a full six or seven feet above the pool and the 
overflow dropped down the side to the pool below creating the visual image 
of a waterfall descending to a lake. The backyard itself must have cost as 
much to construct as our entire house. It was magnificent.

She led us to an alcove carved in rock that had a table and chairs. On the 
far side of the alcove Bob was standing by a barbecue made out of rock and 
on the side was serving cart on wheels. There was a set of plates, 
silverware and some delicious looking steaks. "Hi," he said, "I told Carla 
that you would be coming, and when we didn't get a phone call I told her 
it was for sure. I'm glad you didn't let us down. She's been on pins and 
needles ever since I told her about you. Would you like something to 
drink?"

Bob asked for a beer and again I opted for a Margarita, a strong one I 
added, if it wasn't too much trouble. Bob assured me that it wasn't, and 
he went into the house to get the drinks.

"I guess you're wondering how Bob can afford a house like this on his 
salary and tips," Carla began as she at on one of the chairs and Jim and I 
settled down on the others "so let me put that question out of your mind. 
I bought the house and gave Bob the liberty of fixing it up as he saw fit. 
It was my money, but I put the deed in both our names. Bob and I are 
partners in everything. He wouldn't have to work if he didn't want to, but 
he says it gives him the opportunity to keep in touch with his working 
class roots, and it gives him the opportunity to meet people like 
yourselves. We have had many people over that Bob has met at work and we 
have had some wonderful experiences with them. Would you care for a short 
swim or a soak in the Jacuzzi before dinner? I hope you don't mind, but I 
always go nude."

Before either Jim or I could answer, Carla stood, pulled her blouse over 
her head and pulled off her shorts. Standing naked, she turned and walked 
to the spa. Her pussy was shaved, like mine, but had a well trimmed tuft 
right above the slit that gave it a less than naked look. It gave the 
impression that it, like her garden, was well manicured. She was stunning 
to be sure, but I now realized that she was older than I had first 
thought. She was probably in her early to mid forties and her breasts were 
beginning to show the signs of gravity. Her ass, however, was still firm 
and tight looking and didn't have any sag to it at all. Here, I thought, 
was a woman who loved her body and spent the time necessary to keep it 
trim and beautiful.

It was now approaching dark and there were many two story houses behind 
them on what I assumed was another cul-du-sac. I knew that if anyone were 
to look out the upper windows they would see everything that went on in 
the backyard, but if Carla didn't mind, then who were we to complain. Jim 
looked at me and I at him. We smiled and followed her to the Jacuzzi.

Jim sat on a small bench beside the Jacuzzi that Carla was now entering 
and he began taking off his shoes. His eyes were glued to Carla's lovely 
body and he got a clear view of her open lips as she stepped down into the 
water. He removed his shirt, laid it on the deck and the divested himself 
of his pants and shorts. As he stood there nude I could see the gradual 
rise of his penis into what I hoped would later be a gigantic hard on. I 
caught Carla looking at it too, and she had a small smile of triumph on 
her face.

As Jim entered the Jacuzzi to be with Carla I slowly raised the hem of my 
dress and pulled it over my head. "Oh, no knickers" Carla said approvingly, 
"and a shaved pussy as well. Bob was right. You are our kind of people." 
She stood up and purposely showed us hers as well, gently rubbing her 
fingers over it and looking down approvingly.

"Do you ever mind that so many houses can see down into your backyard" I 
asked Carla, as I stood there completely naked. I suppose that sounded 
like a contradiction in terms, my standing there nude and asking her if 
she cared about the other houses, but she didn't seem to notice. "Not 
really," she answered back. "When we first built the pool and spa there 
were no houses behind us. That's part of a new tract they built later. We 
made a point of introducing ourselves to the new owners as they moved in 
and we invited them to come over and get naked in the Jacuzzi with us. 
Three of them accepted, and two of them are still good friends. The third 
couple got a little offended on their first time here and the fourth 
couple were older and very prudish. They have called the police on us a 
couple of times for being naked in the backyard, but the police have 
pointed out that we can do anything we want on our own property and its up 
to them to shut the shades if they don't want to see. Luckily, none of 
them have kids."

"And what about the third couple" I asked with mock naivety, "how did you 
manage to offend them?" How could anyone as sweet and innocent as Carla 
ever manage to offend anyone, I thought with a silent chuckle?

"Well, they were the third couple that we had invited over," Carla 
responded. "I guess they had heard stories about us from the other two 
because they seemed awfully skittish at first. When I suggested they go 
nude with us in the Jacuzzi they both declined. But Tom said -- that was 
his name, Tom, ---that he had a "game" he wanted us to play with them to 
sort of break the ice. It was one of those board games where you roll the 
dice and move the little plastic people across the board and you land on 
spots and draw cards, you know, the cards that say "take a drink" or 
"exchange an article of clothing with someone else" and things like that. 
Well, we played the game with them for a little bit and I was getting 
bored, so when I drew a card and it said "Take off one article of 
clothing" I pulled my dress up over my head and sat down with only my 
shoes and knickers on. I could have taken off one of the shoes, but what 
the hell, I was bored with the game. We continued to play and he kept 
staring at my tits as if he had never seen a pair before. Really shy he 
was. Well, on my next turn I landed on another space where I had to draw a 
card and it said "Do something outrageous" Well, for me, trying to figure 
out something to do outrageous was kind of hard, if you know what I mean, 
and it took me a while to think of all the things I could do. Finally I 
decided. I got up and peeled off my knickers, got down on all fours so they 
could see my ass real good and I plopped a big ol' turd right there on the 
linoleum."

Immediately, Jim and I burst out in uncontrollable laughter and while we 
were laughing hysterically Bob returned with our drinks. He asked what we 
were laughing at, and when we told him he said that at least it was a hard 
stool and not soft. That made us laugh all the harder. We laughed so hard 
that our sides began to hurt. If hysterical laughter is good medicine then 
I'm very sure we were very healthy after that one.

After the laughter finally subsided Carla added "Yeah, but I guess I made 
a big mistake. When they saw what I had done the little wife barfed all 
over everything and then they left in a snit leaving the game and 
everything behind. They never even offered to help me clean up the two 
messes. If they had just joined us naked in the pool to begin with 
everything would have been all right. And we still have the game here 
somewhere. They never came back to pick it up." Of course that only 
renewed our spasms of laughter, and it was a good ten minutes before we 
could control ourselves again. During that time I had forgotten entirely 
that I was completely naked and was still sitting on the side of the 
Jacuzzi and not in it, and that Bob had brought us another round of drinks 
and had turned on the lighting.

"Which one of the houses is theirs?" I asked impulsively, ignoring the 
impulse to immediately enter the Jacuzzi before she "plopped" a turd again 
Even though it was now dark, the lighting from pool and the yard lights, 
although subdued, were sufficient for my purpose. Carla pointed to the one 
to our left and, still feeling giddy from the laughter and the drinks, I 
pointed my ass at the house, got down on all fours and spread my cheeks 
apart for them to see. I hoped that I managed to get across to her not 
only my "acceptance" of her actions but my willingness to be on the her 
level.

Just as an aside (I don't mean to interrupt my story) but I find Carla to 
be uneducated, uncouth, and totally without morals. She is not "immoral," 
rather "amoral," She does what she wants, when she wants, and how she 
wants. I also find her to be bone honest, a great friend, very 
trustworthy, and one of the most original people I have ever met. I love 
her as a sister and I would do anything for her. We have kept in close 
contact over the last year and a half and I called her last night (May 4, 
2000) and asked for permission to include the story of her "plopping the 
turd.'" Without her permission I wouldn't have included it. Even though I 
have changed their names, "Bob' and "Carla" may be known to some of you. 
And if you are one of the lucky ones to know them, then you know that I 
didn't need permission to tell everything else. Sometimes I wish she could 
be more like me. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her. Now, you horny 
readers, back to the excitement.

After my mooning of "Tom's " house, as we still refer to it, Bob went to 
get us all another drink. While he was away I joined Jim and Carla in the 
Jacuzzi and we were in deep discussion when he returned with the second 
round of drinks. By now Jim and I had lost not only our clothes but our 
inhibitions as well. I felt comfortable sitting around in the nude with 
our new friends. Bob set the drinks on the deck and proceeded to step out 
of his trunks. As I looked as his circumcised cock it suddenly dawned on 
me that I hadn't seen anyone's dick other than Jim's since we had been 
married. Bob smiled and said "Touche. I've seen yours and now you can see 
mine. Fortunately for me, yours looks better" I smiled at him. Flattery 
can get you almost anywhere with me. In truth, I thought, I had only seen 
four cocks in my whole fucking existence on this planet. Four, that is, 
unless you give extra credit to the cock I saw almost daily for seven 
months while I was in college. Unfortunately, it was attached to a man who 
I grew to detest, so I finally had to break up with it. I surmised that by 
now, more people had seen my pussy just this weekend than I had seen cocks 
in my whole life. Poor sheltered Liz.

As he entered the warm water he turned to Carla and said "I did tell you 
how she let me finger her pussy this afternoon, didn't I love?"

"Yes, you did," Carla responded, "and I think you also promised that they 
would let us take videotape of them fucking, too. You are going to fuck 
for us, aren't you?" she asked.

I blushed.

It was Jim's turn to speak this time before I could say a word, like it 
seemed I had been doing all weekend long. He spoke quietly and softy. I 
knew the words were hard for him to get out. "Yes," he said, "we made our 
minds to do it when Bob invited us and we're going go through with it. 
It's what we both want to do. It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time 
to have someone watch us and I would be less of a man if I backed down now 
when the opportunity is here. In Liz's case, she has grown to like showing 
off, and I suppose she's as ready as I am, maybe more so. But just so you 
know, neither one of us has ever been unfaithful and we're not going to 
"swing." I can't see myself fucking anyone but Liz, and I hope that she 
feels the same."

"Oh, boo hoo" said Carla, "Does that mean you don't want your tool in this 
beautiful tool box?'" she said, and she stood up and pulled her lips apart 
to show Jim as much pussy as she could manage. "But you are going to 
masturbate me to orgasm like you let Bob do to Liz, aren't you? Bob said 
you wouldn''t fuck, so now that it's agreed upon, let me tell you a little 
story. I've had more dicks in me than Bank of America has pennies. I got 
kicked out of college for fucking the entire basketball team, including 
the coach, all in one wonderful night. I was spread out in the locker room 
and they all stood around whacking on their meat while one after the other 
took turns fucking me in the mouth, in the cunt and in the asshole. There 
was more cum in me and dripping out of me and onto me than I had ever seen 
or tasted in one place at one time. I loved to fuck and I didn't give a 
shit who knew it. I was a nymphomaniac and I reveled in it. My father was 
so embarrassed for me that he kicked me out of the house and threatened to 
disown me. I don't know if he would ever have done it or not but the end 
result was that he died before the will was ever changed and I inherited 
it all! I fucked Bob the night I met him on a blind date that one of his 
friends had set up for us as a "joke," well, Bob never knew of my 
reputation at the time, so when I unzipped his pants and started sucking 
his dick right there in the restaurant before we had even ordered dinner I 
think he lost all control and he fell in love with me. We've been together 
for eleven years and we have done everything, repeat EVERYTHING, that you 
could ever imagine and a lot more that you can't. One more dick inserted 
into my body doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Then, about four years ago, we decided that with the AIDS epidemic and 
all we would stop 'fucking' around and we got married. Don't get me wrong, 
I still enjoy fucking. I love it a LOT, but now I only do it with Bob. 
That's why your presence here is so important to us. When we took the vow 
of 'chastity' and stopped all the screwing we lost a lot of our "swinging" 
buddies So now, the biggest kick in our lives is having "group" sex with 
monogamous couples. You fuck, we fuck, we all fuck, but we fuck 
separately. So, do you have any other rules?"

I could see that Jim felt a little foolish having made this statement. As 
far as I was concerned, my heart was breaking for her. I empathized.

"Not now," he said quietly, "but you have to understand that we're a new 
to this. I understand where you have been, but you have to understand that 
we are only beginning to go in that direction. We will accept your past if 
you will respect our future. If things start making us uncomfortable, 
we'll let you know, and I hope that you will honor our decisions."

"OK" she replied, "but while we don't 'fuck' our guests we try to make it 
extremely easy for them to do everything else, so while Bob is cooking the 
steaks, why don't you come over here and play with my pussy and give me 
what Bob gave Liz." She hoisted herself up onto the deck and spread her 
legs apart inviting Jim's fingers to go to work. Jim looked at me, as if 
asking permission, and I smiled my consent. I was looking forward to 
vicariously reliving the events of the afternoon while watching Jim 
"finger" fuck her.

I stared with fascination as Jim reached over and began rubbing his wet 
palm up and down over her open mound. She lay back on the cement as he 
continued to massage and stimulate her willing pussy. As he continued a 
low guttural moan came from her lips "oh yes, oh yes, oh God yes!" "

As I watched my hand journeyed down to my crotch and I began playing with 
myself. Bob was watching us both. He was stroking his shaft as he saw his 
wife being manipulated by Jim and me masturbating myself under the water. 
It didn't appear that we would be having steaks anytime soon.

As Jim's fingers opened her up I saw that she had the largest hole I could 
ever had imagined. All those cocks she had let enter her over the years 
had certainly done their damage. As Jim's fingers moved in and out it was 
like watching a small train entering a large tunnel.

Gently but insistently he rubbed her pussy up and down, alternating 
between sticking his fingers deep inside her and bringing them out to play 
with her clit and pussy lips again. I scooted over to where Bob was and 
sat beside him. I was furiously fucking myself with one hand, but with the 
other I reached down and encircled his cock. I moved my hand up and down; 
jacking off his throbbing hardness, giving him a little of the pleasure 
that he had given me earlier. He smiled with pleasure and reached out to 
play with my erect nipples.

Watching Jim's hand dig itself in and out of Carla made me so horny that I 
knew I would be cumming soon if I didn't stop fingering myself, but it was 
so pleasurable that I couldn't help but continue. Suddenly a thought was 
born in my head, a thought grounded in what I considered perverseness, If 
I was going to experience first hand everything that there was to 
experience, what better time than now, when it felt natural and right and 
comfortable. I dropped Bob's cock and moved over toward Jim and Carla. I 
reached up to where Jim''s hand was and I slipped two of my fingers into 
Carla as well. I had never put my fingers into a pussy before, other than 
my own, but it seemed like I was being driven by a strange force that was 
tempting me. Slowly and with a sense of awe I pushed them deeper into her, 
feeling the walls of her vagina close themselves onto my fingers, as if 
urging me to push even deeper.

Giving in completely to the heat in my body I pumped her hard, thrusting 
back and forth, treating her much as I knew I myself would want to be 
treated. Deeply, with violent yet loving strokes, I fingered her hole, not 
caring at this point what Jim would say or think. Throwing caution away 
completely, being driven only by my insane desire to experience the sexual 
darkness that was within me, I withdrew my fingers, lowered my head and 
began licking her lips and tasting her womanhood. Carla was moaning loudly 
now. She was thrusting her hips up and down against my face as I used my 
tongue to lick her up and down


Knowing it was me and not Jim made no difference to Carla. She reached 
out, grabbed my hair, and pushed my head down, smashing my face against 
cunt, forcing me to probe even deeper into the wide open orifice with my 
tongue.

Jim stood and moved me sideways, opening me up from behind so he could 
shove his hard cock inside me. He thrust himself into me as I continued to 
lap away at Carla's nectar. Don't come yet, Jim, I thought, because I 
still want the thrill of you fucking me for the camera, but his dick felt 
so good inside me right then that I didn't really care.

All of a sudden I heard a short shriek and felt a wet gushing flow from 
Carla. She was cumming, and she was cumming on my face. I licked and 
licked and licked with a fever in my brain, all the while Jim's dick and 
balls banging away at me from behind. I couldn't help myself any longer 
and I surrendered to my old friend orgasm. She had come to find me yet 
again today and I trusted her to take over complete control of my body. 
Almost in unison, Carla and I separated, each of us giving in to the total 
pleasure of a thorough cumming. It was wonderful.

Looking at Jim for acceptance for what I had done, I noticed that his cock 
was still rock hard. He hadn't come. He would be up for our performance, 
and I closed my eyes and thought of the wonderful and dirty things we 
would soon be doing.

My heart was singing, "I am Woman, hear me Roar"


 
Baby Steps Ch. 6
by Hedoliz ©

Bob finally got around to cooking the steaks. Carla, Jim and I relaxed in 
the Jacuzzi while dinner was being prepared and we discussed many things, 
but the main topic of conversation was of course our video taping. We told 
Carla not only about our willingness and excitement to let them take it, 
but also about how nervous and frightened we were at the prospect. With 
the exception of the trucker the day before, and of course Bob earlier in 
the day, Jim and I had never had anyone one watch us doing sexual things 
before, and we confessed our mixed feelings. The thought of Jim actually 
fucking me while someone watched was such a turn on, I thought, yet at the 
same time it also seemed perverted and depraved.

"Would it help any if Bob and I let you watch us fuck first?" Carla asked. 
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We love to have people watch us. Of course, 
were perverted and depraved, but what the hell. What's a little perversion 
and depravity among friends, right? Besides, we've already seen Jim 
bumping up against your backside while you ate my pussy, so you've already 
fucked for us once already. One more time isn't going to hurt."

Of course she was right, but somehow being fucked in the Jacuzzi was more 
or less unplanned, more spontaneous, more spur of the moment. We hadn't 
purposely planned it or even thought about before hand. It was more 
natural and normal than doing it with a camera lens focusing in on our 
genitalia, exposing not only our naked bodies but also exposing our reason 
for doing it in the first place. I remembered what Jim had said before 
about planned versus unplanned exhibitionism, and I thought that this is 
what he meant. It was the same difference as having someone "accidentally" 
see my bare pussy, like the valet at Caesar's Palace had, and wantonly 
pulling up my dress and announcing to him "Here, big boy, want to see my 
twat" It was the appearance that matter, not yjr substance. 

"Whew, it's getting hot in here," I said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm 
going to jump in the pool and cool off." The temperature in the Jacuzzi 
WAS getting a little too warm, but for at least a few minutes I wanted to 
cool off from the heat of the conversation as well. Thoughts were going 
through my head and I wanted to have a few solitary minutes to focus and 
to think.

I dove into the water from the side of the Jacuzzi and immediately felt 
its cool, refreshing embrace. I swam to the far end of the pool, away from 
the conversation, away from Jim and Carla, away from the smell of cooking 
steak, away from confusion. And hopefully away from my sudden lack of 
confidence and second thoughts. I stretched out on the pool steps, leaned 
my head back so my neck rested on the cement decking, closed my eyes and 
tried to imagine how it would feel having them watch us, having them tape 
us, having them have a close up view of Jim's rock hard cock fucking my 
spread open pussy, having them see him spurt his seed in me or on me, 
seeing me suck him. 

My thoughts were exciting, but they were also scaring me. I knew that 
everything going through my mind was psychological. The fear, the 
excitement, the heat that was building in my body even in the cool water, 
was all caused by what was going on in my brain. I was torn between my 
wants. I wanted to be the normal, rational, typical wife and mother and I 
also wanted to be a slut, a whore, an animal. Was there a compromise that 
could be made? Was there a line somewhere that seperated the two? Where 
was the line if it existed? Was it a line that could be safely bridged? 
Was I surrending myself to the siren song and the seductive evil of Mr 
Hyde.?

I thought about what Carla had said. I had watched porno tapes that Jim 
had rented, but I had never really seen anyone fuck before. Not really. 
Tape is one thing and watching real people do it, in person, was something 
else. Perhaps I had gone too far in my promise. Now I was wavering. I felt 
like the girl in the Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. I had 
worn it to the beach and now I was afraid to go in the water. If I went in 
the water would I ever come out?

But come out of the water I did, literally, not just figuratively. Bob 
announced that the steaks were ready, and I opened my eyes. I slowly 
stood, climbed out of the pool, and joined the three others. We were all 
naked and there was no shame or modesty. It felt good to be this free and 
innocent. We were only naked. No sexuality was involved. We ate our 
dinner, laughed, talked, enjoyed each others company just as if we were 
all fully dressed and this was a normal night with normal friends, only it 
felt better because we were not wearing disguises. It was so casual, so 
innocent and natural that it wasn't even sexually exciting. just pleasant. 


I had even forgotten about our nudity and the purpose of our visit until 
Bob carried his empty plate to the cart near the alcove and said "OK, 
anybody want to fuck?'"

Jim looked at me and I looked back. I didn't know what he was thinking but 
I'm sure he was thinking about what I had told Carla in the Jacuzzi. The 
more I thought about it the more it made perfect sense. They had made it 
clear that they enjoyed being watched, I had never seen another couple "do 
it" in person, it would allow me the time to think the matter through, 
consult with Jim and make a final decision, it would turn me on, and most 
important of all, it would give me a better understanding of the mechanics 
for what we would do. If, of course, we followed through with it. 

"Well, if you really don't mind I think I would like to see you go first" 
I said. I looked at Jim and Bob. "I've never seen another person actually 
having sex and, well, I want to do it but I think I'd feel a little 
foolish. I think that would make me a little more comfortable."

I could see Carla smile. I thought that maybe she wanted me to say that, 
and now I saw that I was right. 

"All right," Carla said. "Do either you or Jim know how to operate a 
camcorder?"

We admitted that we didn't and Bob showed us how it was done. I didn't 
know there were so many techniques and tricks to making a tape. He 
explained about pans, and close ups and how to "stop the action" while the 
photographer cut to another angle, the various techniques for the 
obligatory "cum" shots, the various buttons and knobs and gadgets that 
came with the camera and before long he had bored us to tears and was 
making us everything less than horny. He stopped in mid sentence, looked 
at us in an annoyed way and said "OK, so fuck the camera. At least I know 
how to do it so YOU'LL get a good tape out of it. Just point the damn 
thing at us and you'll see just how hard it is to make a really GREAT 
tape. Carla, how do you want us to start? In the mouth, the cunt, or the 
ass?"

"Oh, the mouth, the mouth" quaked Carla, "Who wants to suck a dick after 
its been in an ass? Save the ass for last, please, And cum looks so great 
leaking out of the ass and dribbling down over the pussy" Carla was so 
crude, I thought, yet she was exciting and fun to be around. No matter 
what I might do, I was sure that Carla had been there and done that before 
so I was free to be as nasty and as wanton as I pretended I wanted to be. 
With Carla, everything was gung ho, permissable, acceptable and natural. 
Being with Carla was liberating. 

Bob showed Jim how to turn the camera on and off, walked over to Carla, 
placed a hand on her breast, and said to Jim "OK, turn it on. Let's see 
who makes the best tape" I detected a little hostility in his voice, but I 
couldn't have cared less. I was more concerned in watching them "do it" I 
wanted to see his cock in her throat, her losing control and coming again, 
the pussy lips being spread open and fucked, her ass being stuffed and 
filled with seed. I felt it was perverted, but I wanted to see it all, 
experience it all. I rationalized that it would be educational, an example 
and standard that we should try to live up to when it was our turn, but in 
reality it was just one of my horny fantasies. The whole idea of the 
evening to me now seemed surreal, Was I being seduced into a nether world 
of lust and sin, or was this a "natural" outlet for sexual gratification. 

After watching them fuck, and then fucking in front of them and the 
camera, would I feel dirty and degraded, or would I feel free of the 
puritanical sexual mores that had heretofore controlled my passions and my 
life? I didn't know and I couldn't tell but I knew that I had to find out. 
I had to experiment and find the right balance between my new found lusty 
nature and my core values and beliefs. I was confused, and perhaps tonight 
would define my future. Would I break the bounds and find new freedom? 
Would I return to sanity and lock myself back into the comfortable 
confines of normalcy? Would I continue to be as confused as I was now? I 
was only two fucks away, and I was dying to find out.

Bob was kneeling in front of Carla and licking and playing with her 
breasts. His mouth covered her nipples one by one, while his hand squeezed 
and flicked the other. Carla's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her 
mouth open and her tongue sensuous licking her lips. Her legs were open 
waiting for him to drop his mouth down over her body. Her hands were 
gently stroking her clitoris and running themselves up and down the lips.

Jim was moving the camera closer to their bodies and panned down, away 
from Bob's nibbling lips to get a close up shot of her fingers as they 
worked away at her treaure box. She was rubbing herself deeply now, 
moaning, and mumbling obscenities. She was getting getting hot and Bob was 
receiving the message.

He lowered his head and began kissing her stomach. His hands were wrapped 
around her ass and his tongue was licking her belly button. He started to 
move his head lower, then stopped and stood. He took her by the hand and 
he walked her to the house. Jim followed with the camera and I followed 
Jim. The camera was pointed at Carlas ass, and Bob's hand playfully rubbed 
the crack as they walked.

Once inside, Bob led her to the sofa, fluffed up the pillow that was 
there, and laid her down. He spread her legs apart.open, forcing one leg 
onto the floor and the other on the back of the sofa with her knee pushed 
back as far towards her head as possible. 

I was shocked. I couldn't believe that a hole could be that large. It was 
like looking into a cavern. I imagined myself spread open for the 
gynecologist and imagined that it would be what he saw, yet there were no 
instruments opening Carla up. Perverse as I was I wanted to get closer, 
examine her myself, see deep into her body, see what men usually see when 
they look up your spread open pussy. But there was really no comparison. 
Her hole would put any others to shame.

Looking at the camera and smiling, Bob inserted three fingers into her and 
began push them in and out. Carla was moving her hips and moaning. He 
spipped a fourth one in and continued his manual stimulayion of her sex 
organ. Whimpering was now coming out of Carlas mouth and he was pushing 
his hand, forcing it deeper and feeper and deeper. 

Then Bob turned again toward the camera, smiled once more, and went back 
to his work. Oh My God! He was putting his whole HAND into her cunt! Not 
four fingers, not four fingers and the thumb. The whole HAND! All five 
digits were in her and she was writhing on the sofa, crying out in 
ecstasy. She was pumping her body is spasmotic jerks and was pushng his 
hand deeper and deeper. 

I had heard vague rumors about "fisting" but I had dismissed them as lies, 
over active imaginations at work, male fantasies gone amuk, but here I was 
actually witnessing it happen. I would never have believe this moment in a 
million years. It was incredible! 

Slowly, with Carlas help, he got it in all the way to wrist! His fist HAD 
to be bigger than a baseball. I tried to imagine stuffing a baseball in my 
cunt and I couldn't. And his fist HAD to be larger than that. Jim still 
held the camera but he was staring at the spectacle as much as I was. He 
wasn't looking through the eyepiece anymore and was probably "taping" the 
floor. The camera was still on but it was debatable as to where it was 
pointed. 

With very slow motions, Bob slipped his his hand out of his wife's body, 
being careful, I assumed, not to tear her open or cause pain. His hand 
absolutely glistened with her wetness and he actaully looked proud that 
his wife's cunt was that huge. If mine were like that, I thought, Jim 
would probably die of shame. I thought that if mine were like that I would 
die of shame as well, provided I hadn't already died trying to get to that 
point.

What else were we to witness? I hoped that Carla wouldn't plop another 
turd, but I prepared myself for it anyway. From this point on, everything 
else would HAVE to be normal, wouldn't it?

It was exciting watching them perform for us. I wanted to see everything 
and they were more than willing to oblige. We watched them as they writhed 
around on the sofa and the floor for the next five or ten minutes. They 
did it in different position and Jim continued his taping, zooming in in 
on The only thing that was "strange" was that while they were in the 69 
position they licked each others assholes, which I found a little unusual. 
True, Jim had licked mine a couple of times while we were in the midst of 
extreme passion, and I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but I had never licked 
his. Somehow I had imagined that we were the only ones that had ever done 
it. I was probably wrong. 

After licking each other, Bob turned her over and stuck himself into her 
ass. She was standing, but bent over at the waist with her hand on the 
floor. Bob stood behind her and began pumping her while his hands on to 
her hips. It didn't take long. Five or six deep thrusts, Carla's mouthing 
of "Oh...fuck me...FUCK ME!... Ohhhh, FUCK!!!", then a grunt and a deep 
groan and I saw Bob's body quiver as he came inside her ass. Carla was in 
heaven!. She slid off his dripping cock and slumped down on the floor. Her 
body was shaking. It was obvious that she had experienced an orgasm. Jim 
kept the camera rolling, taping her loss of control, her ecstasy, her 
complete and total abandonment to sensual pleasurte 

A few minutes elapsed before Carla quit quaking. She looked at the 
videocamera, smiled, turned on her side and spread her ass apart. Jim 
zoomed in on it. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she squeezed her 
sphinter muscles together, then relaxed them and began dribbling cum out 
of her ass. It coated her her hole and ran down into her cunt. She wiped 
it off with her fingers and lifted them to her mouth. She closed her eyes, 
as if in deep meditation, and suck the cum off.

I stood and stared. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Never in 
any of the videotapes Jim and I had watched together in the privacy of our 
bedroom had I seen anything even remotely this exciting. Because they were 
real people and not a pair of strangers being paid for a performance made 
a difference, obviously, but there was more to it than that. It was that 
Carla LOVED what she was doing. You could tell that she revelled in it, 
was proud of her ability to throw shame to the wind. She honsestly and 
truly didn't give a shit about anything except pleasure. She was a true 
hedonist.

And then the realization hit me. They were through. They had fucked and 
now it was our turn. There was no way I could ever achieve the sexual 
excesses of her performance since my body was not equipped for it but I 
wondered, could I match her in my willingness, my zeal, and my appetite? 
Please forgive me, I said silently to Whoever might be listening, but You 
made me what I am. You are the one who has given me these desires. You are 
the one who made Jim. You are the one who made Bob and Carla. Are they 
bad? Are they evil? Is nudity and sex and fucking and sucking and ass 
licking and showing off your body and enjoying yourself with the pleasures 
that You have given us sinful? If it is, then why did you make it so fun? 
Did You make the decisions as to what was right and wrong, or in a long 
ago time did someone else make those decisions for You. How are we, just 
puppets dancing on a string in this wonderful world of ours, to know what 
is truly right or truly wrong? 

I looked at Jim. Jim looked back. Neither of us was smiling. I loved him 
and I knew he loved me. I knew that this had been his fantasy. I knew that 
it was now mine as well. Whether it was right or wrong was something we 
would have to figure out for ourselves. I knew Jim well enough to know 
that he probably was thinking the same thoughts that I was. He didn't ask, 
I didn't ask. we simply looked deep into each others eyes for a few 
moments before he reached out his hand, took mine and said 

"Are you ready to fuck?"