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 ï>¿Exhibitionist Wife by StoryTeller07

   Exhibitionist Wife Ch.  05

   Frustrating Moments and Dreams.

   Margaret awoke with a hangover.  After downing a pint of orange juice,
and a couple of aspirin, she figured on a hot tea as the next best thing.
She sat at the kitchen table, nursing a sore head, cursing the maniacal
lawn mowers, that is, the men pushing or riding them.

   Wondering if last night was a success, she remembered something
dreadful.

   'Oh, hell and shit!' she cursed, then wished she hadn't.

   After her head stop thumping, she thought over the stupid events of last
night.  She'd slept with a friend's husband!  Not a best friend, but
Felicity was also a neighbour.  It was much worse than that, because she'd
connived to get Felicity screwed!  The poor woman didn't know the man, he
was a complete stranger.  Margaret had told him the truth, that Felicity
was ready for it.  Telling him she wanted to be screwed on the dance floor,
was a dreadful lie.

   Bringing her husband to witness the event was a bestial crime.  Margaret
knew what was happening, though no one else did.  A crowd was around the
two of them, cheering, while they got into a dirty dance.  It looked as
though the guy was fucking Felicity on the dance floor, and Margaret knew
he was.  Philip wasn't even angry at Felicity for the dirty dance, in front
of everyone, so he hadn't guessed either.

   It was early hours of the morning, and everyone had drunk enough not to
be aware of hardly anything.  So she had got away with her revenge on
Felicity.  Felicity and Philip didn't have to go along with her devious
plans, but they did, so that was down to them.  The rationalisation was no
good, she felt guilty as hell.  How she was going to face either of them
was a monstrous thought.

   ***

   Philip hadn't seen Felicity all day.  Thinking she must have discovered
his infidelity with Margaret, she must be avoiding him.  Last night he was
supposed to satisfy his highly aroused wife, not her friend.  What would
Jim do if he found out?  Jim could be very impulsive, especially after a
drink.  He could become violent, and screwing the man's wife was excuse
enough.

   When Felicity arrived home looking guilty, Philip misinterpreted the
emotions troubling her.  He thought she was confused, and angry, over why
he had slept with Margaret.  The truth was, she felt enormously guilt over
what happened.

   Philip was angry, with himself, and she thought the anger was directed
at her.  She'd had sex with a stranger in front of everyone, including him.
She'd been out driving around wondering what to do.  She loved him so very
much, something had to be done to save their marriage.  They had been
having so much fun recently, and now this.

   'I don't want to talk about it,' she pleaded.

   She was obviously very hurt, and he would have to do all he could to
make it up to her.

   'Time will heal,' he offered.

   'Yes.  We need time,' she whispered.

   Felicity wanted to cry.  She didn't care if anyone else knew what
happened.  It was the most terrible thing ever, and having her lovely
husband witness the infidelity was monstrous.  It was all her fault, and he
was trying to be so very nice about it.

   'I know this isn't the time to tell you.  I've got to go away for a
week. The project planning is complete, so now we open the new store.  I've
got to go there to manage it, and amend the plan if necessary,' he quietly
spoke.

   She said nothing, so he filled the silence, 'I won't go if you don't
want me to,' he offered.

   'Go. . .  Sorry to sound awful.  We need the time apart, to let things
heal,' she quietly said.

   He agreed by nodding his head.  They still couldn't look at each other.
He needed time away, to get over his guilt, and she needed time alone to
get over her guilt.

   'Maybe it's for the best,' she said.

   They agreed with more nods of the head, and deep sighs.  Each thinking
they had caused the problem, meant it would be a confusing conversation. 
Instead they were both relieved not to talk about it, and not face up to
their shame.

   ***

   Philip had been away for almost a week, implementing a new project, and
Felicity was becoming frustrated.  He would be back Friday, but she
couldn't wait, she needed a fix.

   Thursday evening she drove out of the garage for a drive, while almost
naked.  The excuse was that it was a practice for when Philip arrived home.
All that covered her naked body was a frilly panty and bra set.  Hoping a
truck driver would pull up beside her, she drove around aimlessly.  It was
disappointing, so a decision to return home was made after an uneventful
hour.  Suddenly noticing the red fuel light blink, Felicity panicked. 
Pulling off the freeway, the car glided with a light touch on the pedal,
into the first gas station found.

   There was no-one around, and it was dusk.  Even so, the prospect of
standing on the smelly dirty concrete, filling the tank, was both fearful
and a turn on.

   Bending over in the car door, looking for a credit card was naughty, but
she couldn't help herself.  Realising it wasn't there, she straightened up
with a look of anguish spreading across her face.  A credit card for fuel
was always there!  She'd just given the old guy an eye-full of her wiggling
bottom, and now had to walk in to face him.  Having to ask him to let her
off paying was fraught with danger.

   If she can't convince him she was in her underwear by mistake, he might
phone the police.  Being taken away in her underwear for lewdness was a bad
prospect.  With her husband away who would be able to bail her out? 
Phoning a friend to pick her up while she was undressed, and asking them to
pay for her, would create an undesirable situation.

   The idea of someone, 'paying for her', rang through her mind.  Like a
pinball it bounced around lighting up ideas in her head, where fantasies
dominated her thoughts.

   Someone, 'paying for her', meant she would be owned by them.  She would
have to obey them, like a slave, until her husband bought her back.  They
could do anything they liked with her, anything at all!  She would be a
humble sex slave, pandering to their whims.  What if they decided to keep
her, and not sell her back to her husband?  She might spend the rest of her
life as a lowly sex slave!

   Felicity almost walked into a metal pole supporting a sign.  A sharp
shake of her head cleared it of the fantasy.  It was exciting in the bath,
but this wasn't the time or place to become sexually excited.  Who would
buy anything in such a dingy looking store.  The walk of shame continued.

   Paying for her, would make her a prostitute!  She would be bought and
paid for, making her their personal whore.  She would have to pander to
their every whim, until her husband paid for her.  If she phoned Margaret,
her husband might turn up to pay for her!  After teasing him last week, he
could exact a punishment upon her.  He could use her for his pleasure!

   Felicity had recently learnt she was a submissive, and that explained
why she gave in to others decisions too often.  It wasn't just because she
had a nice nature, and liked to please people.  It was only when playing
naughty games, and becoming worked up, that it became so dangerous.  When
sexed up she was far too vulnerable to others influence.

   Either fantasy was enough to have her heated up.  She was going to have
to be very nice to the old guy in the store.

   Seeing a sexy woman walk into his store, the guy looked less than happy.
He should be ecstatic to have a young attractive woman lighting up the
shabby place.  Joe had watched the performance with a scepticism honed over
years.  The woman didn't want to pay for the fuel.  The average looking
car, was a bit expensive, and too new to be local.

   The pimps drove new expensive wheels, but they were of a different
class. When she walked in he got a clearer look at what she was wearing. 
He got a clearer look at her body too.  The underwear was insubstantial,
not designed to hide or protect anything.  The underwear had no practical
use whatsoever.  She looked nervous, as though this was all so unexpected.
So where was the dress?

   He stood with arms folded, with an expression that asked a simple
question, what?

   Felicity was taken aback.  Most men flirted with her, sometimes silently
with their eyes.  The old man looked bored and resigned for some reason. 
She opened her mouth to tell him her story, then shut it.  That might be
it. He was already bored, from being resigned to hear her story.

   Of course she had one.  Someone walking into a store in expensive brief
underwear, hardly covering a voluptuous figure, they had to have a yarn to
tell.  It might be an excuse, or a come on, a sales pitch for something he
wasn't interested in.

   'Well?' he asked.

   'I need gas, but forgot my credit card,' she quietly spoke.

   He looked her in the eye, rather than eyeing her body.  She felt
embarrassed.  What more could she say.  The excitement had gone.  She just
felt stupid and awkward.

   'That watch, is it genuine?' he asked.

   She took it off, and handed it to him.

   'Keep it for me, and I'll come back.  Please don't lose it or anything,'
she said.

   Philip had bought it for their last anniversary, so she needed to be
wearing it when he came home.  The old guy looked it over and gave her
thirty dollars of gas, in exchange for a watch worth a couple of thousand.
She went out to the pump, without looking around.  For once she was
unconcerned who might be there, no longer wanting an audience.  If anyone
was watching her, it didn't matter.

   She drove home thinking about her husband, and how the games wouldn't
work without him.  Philip would be back tomorrow, so they had the weekend
together, and he was due a week off from work.  No more working long days
for awhile either, so they could get back to having fun for some while.

   Next day she regained some enthusiasm for playing the game.  She owed
Philip that much, and more.  The watch was collected in an embarrassed
silence.  An extra five was handed over as interest.  After that she needed
to get into gear, and back to her normal self.

   She shopped for tacky outfits, and cheap sets of underwear.  That wasn't
usual, but it was fun.  Trying on a halter top and short swirly skirt, got
her into the mood.  She wasn't going to do anything without Philip, but did
walk around the store.  She felt naughty when a girls boyfriend stared at
her.  The girl pulled his arm, meaning for him not to look at her.  She
stopped before a mirror to see how slutty she looked.  Of course the guy
had been staring at her.  She wondered what Philip would have made her do
to attract more attention.

   The drive home was hazardous, as she thought through past adventures
with her husband.  In a cheap store she was supposed to abandon a slutty
outfit, and buy something better.  Finding most of the money had been lost,
there was only enough to buy a ridiculously brief dress.  Without underwear
she was desperately trying not to flash everything!  It had been an
accident getting into that situation, but Philip had got her through it.

   Once home she concentrated modifying the clothes bought.  How different
this was from the nice housewife, mending clothes.  She loosened the
buttons on a dress, ready for it to fall off and reveal her underwear.  The
straps on the bras were cut through, leaving fine cotton threads holding
them together.  The clothes were cheap, but good to practice on.

   The thought of wearing these clothes gave her a big thrill.  It was
especially exciting pretending to show off her body accidently.  Dressing
her as a slut excited Philip, whereas she liked to accidently reveal
herself.  Philip had a talent for setting her up in embarrassing
situations, so from now on, she would leave it up to him.

   During Friday Felicity was buzzing with anticipation.  Several outfits
had been prepared for playing naughty games, and she couldn't wait to show
Philip.  In the bedroom she was dressed as a naughty French maid.  The
costume couldn't be worn outside, but in the house it would get him going.

   'Oh!  My!  I've dropped my panties,' she exclaimed, and bent over to
pick up the modified panties.

   She looked over her shoulder, into a mirror to see what was on offer. 
Her bottom was a nice shape, but she needed reassurance.  Philip would
provide that when he complimented her figure.  He had a way of pleasing her
with honeyed words.  More than that was missed.  He needed to be home,
cuddling her, playing with her, and organising those exciting games.

   'I'm sorry, sir, I've been so naughty.  Will you have to spank your
naughty maid?' she offered.

   It was only just a little exciting, imagining he was here.  She needed
him to be here, holding her tight, and passionately kissing her.  She hoped
he would be pleased with her efforts, and willingness to play his games.

   Friday afternoon passed and he hadn't arrived.  He said he might be late
Friday, so maybe it was better to calm down.  Every time a car pulled up in
the street, she looked out to see if it was his taxi.  Feeling incredibly
sexed up and nervous, she wondered what to do with herself.  Again a fresh
pot of coffee was prepared for him.

   The whole house had been cleaned and polished.  There was nothing to do
but wait for her games master.  To please him she wore a short t-shirt over
a pair of brief, see-thru panties.

   For a moment she wondered if she could get away with phoning for a
pizza. Answering the door to a pizza delivery guy would be fun.  Dropping
the money on the floor, would mean bending over to pick it up.  Showing him
everything in the see through panties would be fun.  Though, without Philip
what was the point?

   She sat in the lounge trying to concentrate on a novel.  Her head nodded
forward, and back again, to re-read the same paragraph.  Late sleepless
nights were taking their toll.  Her eyes closed for a moment, then she fell
into a deep sleep.  Her eyelashes flickered when a dream overtook her.

   ***

   Felicity couldn't stand it anymore.  Her husband had been delayed, so
she decided to surprise him with a visit to the new store.  The flight was
only for three hours, but she hadn't brought anything to read, and was
feeling bored.  Not that a book would have made any difference, for it
wasn't that kind of boredom.

   She wore a smart business jacket and skirt.  Walking back from the
toilet, she felt rather than saw eyes look up at her.  At least she hoped
she still had that certain something of interest.  The skirt was tight, and
wearing high heels she had an excuse to wiggle her bottom.  The trend
recently was for large bottoms, but she had a cute little round ass, and
liked it that way.  In stockings and suspenders it was nicely presented. 
There was no panty line, as she wore a thong.

   A little turbulence forced her to stop and hold on.  She looked down at
the man seated, and apologised.  She was wearing one of the new blouses. 
One that she had altered.  Stretching up to hold onto the locker, a button
flew off.  Both hands grabbed the blouse to keep it closed.

   This was quickly followed by another shake of the plane.  With only a
little exaggeration, and the right lean, she fell onto his lap.  The rest
of the buttons popped off.

   'Oh!  I'm so sorry,' she bluffed.

   'That's alright, you're welcome to sit out the flight,' he told her,
with a big grin lighting his face.

   He pulled her closer, and a her breasts pushed into his face.

   'I'm so sorry, sir,' she said.

   'Don't worry they taste nice,' he said, and sucked a nipple into his
mouth.

   'You shouldn't be doing that!' she complained.

   Felicity looked around, but no one was taking any notice.  The plane was
only half full and all were businessmen in smart suits.

   'I can't sit here letting you suck on my breasts, I'll get into
trouble,' she seriously spoke.

   'Not from just sitting on my lap.  If you want I'll show you how to get
into trouble,' he meaningfully said.

   His hand push the skirt hem up to her knee.  It was only an inch, as he
was just teasing her, and didn't intend to go any further.  Her legs should
have automatically slammed shut, but they didn't.  Felicity groaned from
knowing why.  She was sexed up and vulnerable!  So that's why she was
letting a stranger suck on her nipples.

   'I didn't mean that sort of trouble.  I meant with the stewardess,' she
said.

   'Getting into trouble with the stewardess?  That's interesting, can I
watch?' he innocently asked.ï

   'Only if you're a good boy, and don't make a fuss,' she teased.

   He pulled her legs round so they were either side of his, and stuck in
the narrow gap between seats.

   'Oh!  She's coming,' Felicity said, and fidgeted to get off his lap.

   'She's coming?  So she started without you!  Don't worry, I'll help you
catch up,' he said.

   He looked at her with an enquiring look.  It was as though he were
wondering how far he could go.  She sat on his lap making no effort to move
away, and she couldn't bring her legs together.  It was an open invitation,
yet she couldn't move.

   One hand continued to grip her breast, pumped it as though milking her.
His lips sucked on a nipple with a powerful suction.

   His hand slowly move up her thigh, as though he was letting her make the
decision of how far.  Her breathing was deep and heavy.  The signs were
recognisable from past experiences.  She was too far gone to stop him!  A
push of fingertips at the crotch of her panties announced his arrival.  A
tight grip of her sex announced his possession of her.

   The stewardess was approaching and would send her back to her own seat.
Letting someone save her was all a part of the game.  Felicity could let go
with the knowledge that she would be saved.  The woman stopped by someone
needing her attention.  It was something trivial, while Felicity needed her
urgent attention.  The smartly dressed stewardess glanced in her direction,
with a look of disapproval.

   She moaned a little sigh, now that his fingers were busy with her pussy.

   'She's not coming now,' Felicity told him.

   'Are you?' he asked.

   'Not yet, but I can't.  I've tried all week, and still can't cum.  She's
going to put a stop to your fun,' Felicity warned him.

   The young stewardess arrived while Felicity's skirt was up around her
waist.  They woman could see his fingers busy working away at her crotch.

   'You can't have someone sitting on our lap, sir.  We'll be landing soon,
so please finish her quickly, or she'll have to sit in her own seat,' the
stewardess warned him.

   'I'm trying, but don't think she will orgasm in time,' he honestly
spoke.

   'I'm sorry, but I can't cum.  I've tried all week, but just fall short,'
she said.

   It was embarrassing talking to the young woman, while a strangers
fingers were fucking her.  At least he had stopped fiddling with her
nipples.

   Felicity realised she was pointing her swollen nipples at the young
woman.  The little bra held her breasts up, as though offering her nipples
like boiled sweets.  Would the stewardess lead her around to the
passengers, offering her nipples to suck instead of boiled sweets.  Did
they still dish out sweets to help the ears cope with air pressure?

   The woman helped Felicity off his lap, and straightened the skirt around
her waist.  She wondered why it was still round her waist, and not pulled
down into place.  The woman then straightened her panties, and wrinkled her
nose at the wet mess they had become.

   'I can't get off the plane like this, and it's all your fault,' the guy
complained.

   Felicity and the stewardess examined his trouser tent, and made
sympathetic sounds.

   'We'll be landing soon, so not much time to sort this out.  I'll have to
help you,' the young woman sighed.

   Felicity knew what to do, but was unsure how both of them were going to
fix his hard-on.  The attractive brunette carefully lifted the large penis
out of his pants.

   'Just follow me,' she said.

   They were both on their hands and knees, bent over his cock.  The young
woman brushed her hair back, licked her lips, then licked his cock. 
Felicity took her turn, until it was wet enough to suck into their mouths.
They took turns sucking and slobbering over it.  With little time to spare,
the stewardess pushed her face into his crotch, to swallow it all.

   She came up for air, and did it again.  Felicity wasn't sure she could
follow that!  Somehow she swallowed the strangers cock, and did it again to
make sure.  A flutter of pride agitated her stomach.  Or, it might have
been the beginnings of an orgasm.  There wasn't much time left.

   With them both poised over his cock, ready to suck and lick it, he cum.
The sight of two beautiful women licking their lips over his cock did it
for him.  There wasn't a lot of room squatting either side of his knees. 
When they realised he was about to spurt his load, they pulled back, only
to bang the back of their heads on a seat.  Unable to escape the
inevitable, strings of cum shot over their faces, and into their hair.

   After receiving a warning from the stewardess about teasing men, she
went and sat in her seat.  The stewardess was sitting facing the
passengers, with evidence of what she had been doing, running from her
hair, over her face.  A glob of sticky cum dangled from her chin, and broke
free, to run into her cleavage.  She ran a hand over face scooping the guys
cum into her mouth.

   'I've always thought this airline had the best stewardesses,' one of the
men facing her stated.

   She smiled at the men sitting opposite her, and said, 'I'm always happy
to oblige, sir.'

   Felicity was in the same condition, except her blouse was open after
losing the buttons.  Cum was running over her face and down into her
cleavage.  She copied the stewardess who was scooping it up, and licking it
off her fingers.

   A man sitting next to her said, 'It looks as though you both enjoyed
that.'

   She didn't much, but didn't want to disappoint him.

   'Yes, sir.  It was my fault he had a hard-on, so I had to fix it before
he left the plane.  He could hardly meet his wife with a trouser tent,' she
said.

   'Very thoughtful of you, young lady,' he smiled.

   'I'm nervous of landing, do you mind giving me some comfort?' he asked.

   He asked so nicely she felt awful refusing, so nodded her head.

   She cupped a breast with a hand, as though presenting it to him.  He
leaned over the nipple and sucked.  It was surprising how strong a suction
he had.  Her nipples seemed to grow harder.  They felt very sensitive,
almost throbbing.

   They landed and she quickly collected her luggage.  Dragging two bags,
meant she couldn't keep the blouse closed.  Pulling the luggage kept her
arms behind her, so her breasts were pushed up and out, pointing the way
ahead.  Men were staring at her breasts, which were bouncing around in the
half cup bra.

   Already aroused, she was becoming over heated again.  A couple of
businessmen stopped her to ask the way.  They offered to help her, which of
course she accepted, as she would be able to hold the blouse together.

   Instead of grabbing the luggage, they grabbed her breasts.  A pathetic
attempt to pull the blouse over her breasts didn't cover their purposeful
mauling.  Of course, they had offered to help her with her breasts, not the
luggage.  It was her mistake, so she would have to make the best of it.

   'Err, you can stop now.  I don't think, err, that they can be covered.
Best give up, please.  I'll get changed.  It's OK.  You can stop now, thank
you.  I appreciate your help.  Please, I need to go and change.  Please,
stop now, if you don't mind.  Ooo!  My nipples are very sensitive.  Yes,
that was nice, but I need to go, please.' Felicity quietly said.

   People were passing and not taking any notice.  Two men were mauling her
breasts in the airport, and no one bothered to watch.  She was put out!  It
proved she needed Philip to organise a game.

   'Thank you for helping me, sir.  If you are sure you are finished with
my breasts, I'll go now,' she humbly thanked them

   In a rest room she cuddled them, for they felt sore.  It was surprising
that they felt bigger.  Examining them in a mirror they looked bigger.  How
was that?  Was it because men had been playing with her breasts, and they
had been stimulated so much?  She shrugged off the remnants of the blouse,
and shimmied out of the skirt.  A flowery summer dress, was pulled over her
head.  It was another of those she had bought recently, so she would have
to be careful.

   It was a bright sunny day and there was no shade where the taxi's pulled
up.  She stood in the sun, knowing everything under the dress was on view.
She brightened on hearing whistles.  The mood changed on realising it
wasn't for her.  A taxi pulled up and she got in, struggling with the
cases.

   The taxi driver opened a window to shout at a fool who shouldn't be on
the road.  The newspaper she was reading blew around, and the dress blew up
around her head.  She was scrambling around to pull the dress down, and
grab pages of the paper.

   'Nice to see a woman wearing stockings,' the driver commented.  'Not
those elastic, stay-up things either,' he smiled at her.

   She just managed to pull the dress into some semblance of order.  It was
touch and go, that it might fall apart after such rough treatment.  She was
going to pull at the seam when meeting her husband, and let it fall apart.
Now she had to hope it lasted the journey.

   He opened the door to help her out of the cab, which was unusual.  When
the hem again flew up her body to cover her face, she realised why he had
bothered.  He helped pull the dress down, while giving helpful advice.  Or
so he pretended.  It was all an excuse to fondle her breasts, and paw her
body.  He tucked the hem under her crotch, giving him a good opportunity to
feel her panties.

   By the time she tumbled out of the taxi, she was flustered and hotter
than when leaving the plane.  At least he didn't charge her for the ride.
The dress was only just holding together when she checked which was her
husband's room.  She explained to the porter behind the counter that it was
a surprise.  Looking at her he could understand any man wanting such a
surprise gift.  He certainly wouldn't say no.  She left the luggage with
him, and headed for the elevator.

   Felicity was pleased with the dress, for it was holding up well.  Men
were looking at her which was another plus.  She figured it was the sun
shining through the thin cotton that held their attention.  She hadn't seen
or felt a hem had parted, revealing a cheek.  They followed it's wriggle
through the lobby, to the elevators.  Men sighed when the doors shut.

   She stepped out of the elevator into a long corridor.  The doors hissed
shut and caught just a wisp of the dress.  Just a tiny corner of white
cotton was caught, but it was enough to finish the job.  She almost fell
when the dress ripped from around her.  It wouldn't have happened if the
garment hadn't been sabotaged.  She loosened the seams, so it was her fault
she stood in a corridor in her underwear.

   The half cup bra tried and failed to hold her large breasts.  It needed
a very big pair of hands to cover them.  Since leaving home this morning,
they seemed to have grown.  They were so large they were weighing her down.
She didn't have time to think about why it happened.  A noisy group of lads
were shouting and singing in one of the rooms.

   She frantically looked for her husband's number.  She ran on high heels,
or rather, tottered along as fast as she could, hoping it was in the right
direction.  A door opened, blasting out a fast dance number, with four guys
looking as though they had been blown out by the noise.

   She stumbled into them.  It was their fault as they blocked her path. 
What she didn't want, was for them to block her passage.  Not that little
private passage down there.  They closed in on her with concern for her
falling.  Their concern involved grabbing her in case she fell off the high
heels.

   There were four pairs of hands on her near naked body.  She was right
about it taking a pair of hands to cover one of her breasts.  She looked
down to see one of them massaging a breast while his friend mauled the
other.  They moved in to kiss them.  What was happening to her breasts? 
They were growing even bigger, and her nipples were elongated, now
fattening up.

   Felicity couldn't see past her enormous tits to see what was happening
down there.  The other two guys were playing with her pussy and bottom.

   'What's with all this noise?  What's going on out here?' Philip said.

   The guys parted, and her husband took a good look at her.

   'We've found a whore.  Were going to take her to our room.  We'll be
quiet then,' one of the guys said.

   Felicity looked at her husband trying to convey sorrow for what she had
done.

   'I thought you guys were going out on the town, to meet some girls?'
Philip said.

   'I guess so,' one of the others piped up.

   'Come on let's leave her to the boss,' one of them said, and they
laughed.

   'Come on whore, you can look after me,' Philip told his wife.

   'You can have her when you get back,' Philip told them.

   'OK, boss.  If we don't bring some girls back we'll make use of her,'
they agreed.

   Philip was their boss!  Her husband was their boss, and they'd fumbled
around with the bosses wife!  They'd called her a whore, and were mauling
her body in front of her husband!  What if Philip was angry with her and
gave her to them.  She would have to pander to a bunch of young guys all
weekend.

   'Philip!' she quietly crooned.

   She repeated her husband's name, from wanting his help and protection.

   ***

   'I'm home,' a familiar voice penetrated into her sleep.

   Felicity's eyes flickered open, and her face broke into a glow of
pleasure.

   'Philip!  I'm so glad you're home where you belong!' she excitedly
cried.

   'You alright?  You were calling my name in your sleep,' he said.

   'Just a dream.  I need you, even in my dreams,' she laughed.

   'I've already eaten, so lay back, I want desert,' he teased.

   On the sofa she looked around, half expecting to see the young guys
ready to take their turn.  She gently took hold of her husband's head,
guiding it over her slippery sex.  She didn't need to, as he was an expert
concerning her pussy.

   He sucked her lips into his mouth to nibble on them.  Throwing her head
back, she loudly moaned.

   'So good, so damn good!' she murmured.

   Felicity cum from his wonderful kissing and sucking of her pussy.  What
she really wanted was to feel his hardness inside her.  He knew what she
needed, and pulled her onto the floor.

   'No!  In bed, I want you in bed!' she complained.

   He kissed her deeply and stroked her thighs, but she wouldn't give in.
He stood up and dragged her up off the floor.

   'Come on woman, you have to satisfy your husband, in bed!' he put on a
demanding voice.

   'Oh!  Please master, don't be rough with your humble wife,' she mocked.

   'Come on wife,' he said, and slapped her ass.

   The panties had been lost, and she hoped they weren't torn, as they were
expensive.  There wasn't much to them, so maybe they were pure silk as
labelled.  He threw her onto the bed, where she landed with legs open.  She
took too long trying to pull them together to be convincing.

   'Please don't take my virgin ass, master,' she pleaded.

   It was a good job she was giving him hints as to what game she wanted to
play.

   'I'll take you wherever I want you!' he fiercely spoke.

   He put a hand between her breasts to hold her down on the bed.  Just
then she remembered the dream and her breasts becoming huge.  For the
slightest moment she wondered what it meant.

   'Please don't give me to your workers, master.  I'll be your faithful
sex slave, I promise, please, master,' she begged.

   It was only a week, but it felt so long without him.  He too needed her.

   He roughly entered her, and she moaned out a great pleasurable sound.  A
wail of pure gratification escaped her lips.  When he spurted into her, she
felt he was using her.  She was his vessel of cum, his whore to be used,
his sex object.  Both arms and legs, wrapped around him.

   'I'm yours, master, all yours,' she wailed.

   At last after fantasy and games, she could orgasm.  It was along slow
orgasm, reaching throughout her body.  Every nerve ending tingled with
pleasure.

   Felicity wanted to gaze at him, and cuddle him all night, but she soon
fell asleep.

   ***

   'No work today,' Philip declared, looking relieved.

   Felicity was about to ask why he left a message saying he wouldn't be
back until Monday.  The dream had been so real, but caught the question
before it could be uttered.  Should she tell him about the dream?  What did
it mean?  He broke into her thoughts, by grabbing her around the waist.

   'You said you altered the yoga pants, as well as some clothes,' he said.

   'That's right.  Just in case you were thinking of a game,' se quietly
suggested.

   'Pack them for after breakfast, and we'll go play,' he grinned.

   She grinned back.  Things were back to normal.  They had survived the
attack upon their relationship and won.

   'I want a month's subscription that's all, just while I'm working in the
area,' Philip told the girl.

   While he filled out the forms, Felicity approached the counter.

   'Hi, do you have a day's trial, before taking out a full membership,'
she asked the girl.

   'Sure, is this your first time in a gym?' she asked.

   The questionnaires had been completed, and they were ready to rock and
roll.  Philip walked in to get changed.  Felicity went into the changing
room, disappointed they were separate facilities.  Of course, sharing
wouldn't have been so much fun.  She could lose her towel in front of the
men, but that would be too obvious.

   She walked out wearing the new outfit.  She looked around at the
equipment, and wondered where they would start.  She saw Philip on a rowing
machine, and quickly looked away when he winked at her.

   The assigned trainer eventually arrived, and she was pleased to see he
was a few years younger than her.  He looked fit, and knew it.  She
wondered how he would react.  There were a few members in the gym, but it
wasn't full.  Just enough people of various ages and sizes were dallying
with the equipment.  She was happy with the prospective audience.

   'Hi, Felicity, I'm Josh, and I'll be your trainer to get you going,' he
smiled.

   Felicity thought it was a predatory smile, though with plenty of warmth.

   'Err, it's nice to meet you Josh.  Like, I'm sure you can get me going,'
Felicity said, laying it on thick.

   Philip had told her to act like a dumb blond, which would work in a gym,
as she had never set foot in one.  At the best of times she felt awkward
around machines, and she already felt out of her depth.  The trainer would
either treat her with disdain, or play along.  Either way it would be fun.

   'Don't worry, just do as your told and I'll have you trained in no
time,' he laughed.

   'Oh!  That reminds me of my boyfriend.  He said he wanted to train me
too,' she said, looking as though she were straining a brain cell.

   'Was he into fitness?' Josh asked.

   'I'm not sure.  Like, he wanted to train me into being his pet-girl.  Is
that some kind of fitness equipment, or something?' Felicity innocently
asked.

   Felicity almost broke into laughter.  The look on his face was a picture
of confused thoughts.  He wanted to say something but wisely held back. 
She wondered if anything could be used from yesterday's peculiar dream.

   'No, that's something different.  Though, I'm sure you would make a
lovely pet-girl,' he finally said.

   They stopped by some equipment that looked more like a torture
instrument than something to do with fitness.

   'Do you think so?  Then I'd love for you to train me.  Could you train
me to be a pet-girl?' she asked.

   'Well, err, for fitness, yes.  We'll start with this.  You need to
follow my instructions for safety reasons.  You can hurt yourself if you
don't follow the rules,' he heavily told her.

   'Yes, sir.  I shall be a good girl, and obey you,' she promised.

   She looked a little too old to be called a girl, but he wasn't looking
at her face.  She was sitting on a moveable seat, with legs astride the
machine.  It was a very inelegant position for a woman, or a girl.  He was
talking directly at her crotch.  He was a nice guy, and he wasn't reacting
badly to her outrageous behaviour.

   She hadn't worn panties under the yoga pants.  They were thin to start
with, and when she stretched they thinned to almost nothing.  With her legs
stretched open the crotch was failing in the task of hiding her pussy.  The
pants had already sliced her lips, now they were stretched tissue paper
thin.

   The poor guy was automatically reciting the well used instructions for
this piece of equipment, without hearing a word of it.  He couldn't take
his eyes off her, and his cock had taken over his thinking.  She took it
all in, and pushed her feet down and back.  With her knees up around her
chin, and legs spread, her pussy looked almost bare.

   'Do I look alright?' she asked.

   'Sure, sure, keep going,' he instructed.

   'Oh!  I've got cramp,' she complained.  'Rub my leg, please!' she added
through gritted teeth.

   He reached forward then thought better of it.

   'I've been called.  I'll send someone to look after you,' the trainer
apologised.

   He hurried away looking worried.  He couldn't find one of the girls to
help the newbie out, and cursed.  He decided to stay safe, so he wasn't
going out there until she left.

   Greg chuckled to himself.  He'd watched the two of them, and knew the
trainer well enough to see he was scared for his job.  He ambled over to
the new girl, and introduced himself.

   'You're doing well on that equipment,' he said.

   Felicity was more wary of this big brazen guy.  She hadn't been fooled
into thinking he was a fitness trainer, and wasn't going to tease him.  He
looked too sure of himself, and ready to take advantage.

   She looked over to where her husband was taking it easy on an exercise
bike.  He'd better save some energy for when they got home.

   He guided her legs, becoming a bit too intimate.  This wasn't like a
dream this was real and she didn't want a stranger guiding her thighs. 
Looking over to her husband was supposed to get his attention.  He smiled
at her.

   The guy was behind her guiding her arms.  The back of his hands grazed
her breasts, and were getting closer and closer to rubbing them, each time
she stretched forward.  Her nipples were already growing hard.  If her
breasts had been as large as in her dream they would have prevented her
doing anything at all.  In the end they had been enormous.  She still
couldn't work out what it meant.

   He now had his arms around her, telling her to straighten her back.  The
arrogant man had his hands under her breasts, and she didn't like it one
bit.  He was all over her, while pretending to help her.  Keeping to the
arrangement with Philip, she giggled like a dumb blond.  If she had the
huge breasts, she would have been the perfect dumb blond bimbo.

   Philip came up to them, and said, 'I'd better take over now.  You can
get back to your own exercises,' Philip firmly stated.

   It had worked with the two black guys who mistook her for a whore in a
mall.  Would his bluff work again?

   'That's OK buddy.  I'm fine here.  I'll look after the little lady.  You
get back to your cycling,' Greg said.

   He stood up, towering over her husband.  He put a hand to Philips chest,
intending to push him away.  Felicity was frightened for Philip.  He wasn't
likely to give in over a struggle to regain his wife.  What could she do?
She struggled to get out of the equipment.  It was hopeless.  She could see
Philip was about to do something silly in retaliation.  Of course he wanted
his wife back from this big lug.

   If he hit the guy it wouldn't do any good.  He'd end up being thrown
out, and she would be left here with the big lug.  She didn't want her
husband hit by him.  It would be her fault and she had already been bad. 
Maybe she could defuse the situation, and give her husband a hint.

   'Excuse me, Greg, sir,' she said.

   She fluttered the new, false eyelashes, when he looked down at her.

   'Could you help me with this, I can't get out,' she purred.

   A warning look at her husband calmed him down, just enough.  For a
moment she thought he was going to hit the guy while distracted with her.
Greg's muscles bulged when lifting a bar to release her.  With the other
hand he lifted her out.  Philip wisely left her to manipulate the poor guy.

   'I can use you as an exercise machine,' he laughed, and lifted her right
up toward the ceiling with one hand.

   Her heart fluttered with fear, and something else.  A couple of strides
and they were near another machine.  Not putting her down meant there was
no chance of escape.  It felt as though she was being threaded into a
machine.  He slipped her hands into sleeves attached to chunky metal bars.
Pulling on the padding tightened the sleeves around her wrists.  So now she
couldn't pull them free.

   Her feet were fitted into similar sleeves, and they were tightened
trapping her feet.  Metal bars and weights were all around her, as though
she were a part of the equipment.

   He adjusted the weights and helped her lift the bar she was attached to.
Then slowly eased it back down again.  The weights were too heavy for her
to lift which meant she couldn't get out without his help, even if she
could get the sleeves off.  He lifted another set of weights, and the
movement spread her legs.  She felt the material slip over her sensitive
skin, cutting her in too.  She knew what was happening down there, and what
he could see.

   The yoga pants were giving way.  Any moment her sex would be on show, as
the material parted.  What would the big guy do then?  Under the weights
she was helpless.  He could take advantage of her, without being able to do
a thing to defend herself.

   A weight was lifted and again her legs parted, stretched out almost
sideways.  Felicity watched a large pin pushed into place, holding the bar
in place.  She was laying back with her legs akimbo, feeling the material
slowly creep away from her sex.

   Greg looked down at her with a wicked grin.

   'Such a pretty dumb bimbo needs looking after,' he said.

   He sounded serious now.  Felicity tried to call her husband but her
throat was dry and constricted.  Her head rocked from side to side, with
eyes wide.  She couldn't see him anywhere.  She couldn't look after herself
after all.  She needed Philip to look after her, so where was he?

   'Mr Greg Anders, to reception, please,' a bored voice sounded on the
sound system.

   The message was repeated, with the girl sounding just as bored.  Philip
arrived at her side almost as soon as he turned his back.

   Pull your hands out while I hold this up,' he said.

   'Now your feet,' he told her, while holding up a different weight.

   'You'd better get changed,' he smirked.

   The yoga pants had torn up around her waist.  Felicity was naked from
upper thighs up to her waist.  Everyone had seen her bottom and sex.  The
men weren't applauding, but keenly watching her.  She walked with her
thighs pressed together, trying hard to hide her sex.

   It was a relief to get into the changing room.  Opening the locker, she
rummaged through the sports bag.  The relief quickly changed to
resignation. How did he steal her clothes?  Philip had exchanged her
clothes for this!  A pair of pink shorts, and top, was all that was left in
the bag.

   Pulling the shorts up was a hard job.  They were stretchy, but a couple
of sizes too small.  They fit her like a second skin.  They looked painted
on.  The top was the same.  Eventually the two poppers were pushed
together, and the tube was turned around.  She breathed in deeply and
expanded her chest.  As expected the poppers burst, and the top fell off.

   Another effort had the poppers lined up, connected, and turned around to
her back.

   'Alright, you want to punish me for what I did.  I accept the
challenge,' she smiled into the mirror.

   The words 'I'm a Barbie Doll', were written across the top.  Over her
pert bottom was written, 'Barbie Booty 4U'.  Across her sex it said,
'Barbie Ready 4U'.  It didn't take much of an imagination to understand the
messages.  It would be humiliating walking out to the car, but she owed her
husband more than this.

   A woman walked in to change, looked her over, and didn't know whether to
laugh or ignore her.  She decided to ignore her.  Felicity walked past her
to the exit, and stopped.

   'Hi!  Can you tell the time?' she asked, using the stupid whiny voice.

   The woman looked closely at Felicity, checking if the girl was making
fun of her.

   'I have this watch, but don't know what it says,' Felicity said, playing
up the part.

   'Err, yea, of course,' the woman said, and told her.

   'I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm such a silly head.  It's time I got
back to my boss.  He's so strict, he'll spank me if I'm late,' Felicity
explained.

   The woman's expression turned from disdain, to outrage.

   'He does what?  How dare he spank you.  That's illegal,' the woman
spluttered.

   'Oh!  It's alright, he makes it up to me afterwards.  He puts me over
his desk for a good seeing to!' Felicity giggled.

   The woman looked shocked, and tried to say something, only managing to
splutter.

   Felicity walked out of the changing room feeling much better.  A few
weeks ago, before they played these games, there was no way she could have
worn such a ridiculous outfit.  She wondered what kind of person did.  As
for talking to that woman like that, it was really liberating.

   'Hey, you must be Felicity,' the receptionist said.

   'Sure, babe, like, what's up,' Felicity asked.

   'Some guy left you a note,' she said, and went to hand it over.

   'Oh!  I can't read, can you do it for me?' she whined.

   Felicity thought it so much fun, she wanted to carry on the whole day
like this.

   'The car has moved.  You are to walk through the mall to meet your
boyfriend,' the girl read out.

   She looked Felicity up and down and smiled.  Neither was she as dumb as
she pretended.  The girl guessed the woman was playing a game with her
husband.  It was the only explanation why the man paid her to put those
clothes in the locker.

   'Quick, get behind the counter, Greg is coming.  He doesn't look
pleased, either,' the girl said.

   'Hi Greg, looking for someone?' Julie asked.

   'Yea!  Seen a woman in ripped yoga pants?' he asked.

   'Did you do the ripping, naughty boy?' she giggled.

   'No, but I will,' he said, and stormed back into the gym.

   'I wouldn't get in his way if I was you.  Unless of course you like it
rough,' she giggled.

   Felicity timidly peered over the counter to make sure the big man had
gone.

   'Thanks, I appreciate your help,' Felicity breathed a sigh of relief.

   For a moment she thought the girl was playing around with her, and was
going to revel her presence.  Her heart was thumping with fear and
excitement.  She forgot all about acting like a dumb bimbo.  She was ready
to play a different game.

   A group of guys came in and as one, their heads turned to Felicity. 
They grouped around her thinking she was the new receptionist.  They were
all talking at once, wanting to be booked in, and wanting other things from
her.  The suggestions became more bold when she just giggled.

   The girl was being ignored which was something she wasn't used to.  A
hand went behind Felicity, and pulled.  The top flung out across the
counter, and hit one of the guys.  As though her breasts were magnets, her
hands were pulled over her them.

   They had a good look at her tits, and complimented her.  Felicity
couldn't help smiling and thanking them.  It was much easier resorting to
being a dumb blond, as nothing much was expected of her.  The guy held up
her top, and said she could have it.

   Trotting around the counter, she was among a group of boisterous young
men, eager for a look at her breasts.  They weren't louts, so weren't going
too far.  With one hand she reached up for her top.  Having to let go of
abreast had them cheering.  He gave her the top but she had to completely
uncover to put it on.  He helped her push the poopers and she thanked him.

   They each shook her hand, and only then did she realise they were
shaking her breasts up and down.

   'Thanks for the show, girl,' they smiled.

   Like a stupid dumb girl, she was thanking them in return for being
humiliated.  She could feel the shorts were wet down there, and she still
had to walk through the mall.  Her husband was certainly playing an intense
game with her.  He'd saved her, then put her through yet another
embarrassing situation.

   She could hardly assert that she was a respectable married woman, while
dressed like a slut.  It meant men would treat her with very little
respect. Looking like a dumb bimbo they expect to be able to take
advantage. It was humiliating the way she was being treated, and that sexed
her up.  Some men just had a bit of fun with her, but she had to watch out
for those who would go too far.  The danger and vulnerability heated her
up, yet it also drew her deeper into the game.

   Walking from the gym toward the mall, she wondered what her husband had
planned for her next.  She was already for home, and a monstrous sex
session.  When they got home, she wasn't going to let him rest for the
whole night.  Where was he, and what was he up to?  Could she cope with
anymore of this playing around?

   She looked into a store front that was mirrored from the sun's angle. 
The outfit was bad enough without the slogans written upon it.  It had been
dangerous letting that big muscle bound oaf manipulate her.  She'd been
helpless in his hands.  He could have taken her, as there was nothing
stopping him.  Certainly not those yoga pants, which had split away from
her crotch.

   She felt humiliated when walking half naked through the gym.  What did
those men think of her, showing off her pussy and ass?  The guys walking
into the gym had seen her breasts, and made it clear they thought she was
just a dumb fuck.  It was humiliating the way they had made fun of her,
then dismissed her, as being too slutty to bother with.

   The humiliation wasn't over yet.  She had to walk through the mall to
meet her husband, before she could go home.  She didn't know whether to be
happy or terrified.  She took a deep calming breath, and walked into the
mall.



   Exhibitionist Wife Ch.  06

   Compelled to play.

   While Felicity built up enough courage to walk into the mall, she stood
looking into a store window.  It was grubby, just the way she felt. 
Although conceding to her husband's demands over the past few weeks, this
was going way too far.  Owing so much to Philip, and needing to make it up
to him, made it impossible to refuse this awful demand.  She'd let him down
badly at Margaret's party, so she was determined to fulfil his
instructions, however dirty they made her feel.

   Felicity wore a pair of shorts, and a boob-tube, without underwear. 
They were stretchy, tight, pink, brief, and very cheap.  Maybe, just maybe,
they could have been worn with a min-skirt.  What made it so bad, were the
slogans printed on the radiation pink outfit.  'I'm a Sexy Barbie Doll',
across her breasts, with 'Barbie Booty 4U', over her bottom, and 'Barbie
Ready 4U', across her sex.

   With the sun glancing upon it, the dirty window was a mirror.  Looking
at the sordid state she was in, a heavy sigh escaped her lips.  There was
nothing to be done except, carry out the challenge.  The car had been moved
somewhere, and she had no money to buy clothes.  As anyone could see, she
didn't have car keys, or change.  The outfit was plastered to her skin,
showing every bump and lump.

   The only thing preventing her from running and hiding away, was the
thought that she deserved this as a punishment.  It was so terribly
humiliating, and was having an unpleasant effect upon her.  It made her
feel small and insignificant, as though she were a worthless slut.  It
didn't say much for her state of mind, that the humiliation was stoking her
up.

   Brian looked up from his work, to see a woman stop outside and look in
the window.  He was bored enough with work to watch anyone walk by, but
this was exceptional.  The clothes and faraway look gave the impression,
she was a dim bimbo.  He chuckled over what was written on the shorts and
top.  Was she really ready for it?

   Her nipples were swelling, and there was a damp patch between the legs,
so maybe it was right, she was ready for sex.  Wearing such slutty clothes,
and those words, must mean it was her usual state of being.  Maybe she was
a slut, and advertised the fact to get what she needed.  The poor thing
looked bewildered, as though she were left without a strong man to tell her
what to do.  She was the type to get into trouble with men, if left alone
for only a few minutes.

   He wondered what it would be like to play with a big breasted airhead.
Would she do whatever he wanted, to get what she wanted?  A dumb bunny
wasn't his type, but it might be fun to play with a bunny-girl for awhile.
Getting up from the desk, he walked toward the door,

   Felicity hoped her husband had arranged something, so she wouldn't have
to walk into the mall.  That girl at reception had been brought into their
game to handed over instructions.  Maybe someone else had been unwittingly
brought into their game, and would hand over the keys, and instructions how
to find the car.  It was embarrassing acting like a dumb bitch, but that
went with the clothing, and was her husband's instruction.  Being someone
else, was better than showing herself up in such a horrible outfit.

   Felicity wished someone would rescue her from the dire prospect of
walking into the mall.  It was unsafe to include someone into their games,
though right then she would willingly play along.  How far would she go
with a stranger, if they rescued her from the mall?

   Brian smiled to himself, from watching the dumb bitch talking to
herself. It looked as though she were straining a brain cell.  He wondered
what it was she was trying to work out.  Bringing her into the store and
bamboozling her wouldn't take much effort.  Could he talk her into his
apartment upstairs, and keep her around as his sexy bimbo?  That was what
he needed right then, as he was in-between girlfriends.

   As he reached for the door the woman turned with the scrape of high
heels and walked off.  Opening the door he watched her wiggling ass, until
she disappeared into the mall.  A close escape he called it.  That wasn't
his type, and would be boring after a short time.  What would he do with
her if she clung on, not wanting to let go?

   He chuckled as he sat down at his desk.  The day had been pleasantly
broken up, and he was thankful for that.

   Felicity walked in to the rundown mall, and rocked to a halt.  A memory
of something bad brought on a feeling of anxiety.

   ***

   A couple of young black guys had grabbed her, to run her as one of their
whores.  Philip talked them into letting her go, by pretending she was his
whore.  In return for letting her go, Paul promised they could keep her,
next time she was here.  Her eyes swivelled madly from side to side, afraid
of meeting them again.

   Taken away by those strong black guys, would be devastating.  Dressed
like a whore, they would expect her to work for them, and wouldn't take no
for an answer.  They would force her be their whore!  Was this Philip's
punishment, in retribution for what she did at Margaret's party?  It was
hoped with all her heart that he checked they weren't here, and he was just
frightening her.

   Looking around for the two big guys, she began to take in the familiar
stores.  They were cheap outlets, selling out of date goods, last year's
fashions, and all sorts of shoddy stuff.  The stores were familiar from
being in every run down mall across the country.  Then it sank in, this was
just another mall, not the one the black guys worked.  There might be other
men doing the same, so she had better get a move on.  Philip must be
protectively watching or waiting for her.

   ***

   Continually whispering a phrase, 'be calm', would be noticed in her
usual mall, marking her out as a mad woman.  The clothing would have been
too much of a distraction for anyone to notice that she was talking to
herself.  In this place there were others muttering to themselves, as well
as those talking into a discreet microphone.  Spot the mad person would be
an interesting game to play here.

   'You alright?' a man asked.

   Felicity wasn't too sure what to do.  This could be a part of her
husband's plan, so immediately didn't dismiss him.

   'Sort of.  I need to buy some clothes,' she said.

   A sweep of her hands indicated the clothes were unacceptable.

   'See what you mean.  Nice figure though,' he smiled.

   Purposely ignoring the compliment, in case it led to more detailed
discussion of her state of undress, she moved the conversation on.

   'Do you have a message for me?' she asked.

   'Well.  Maybe,' he hedged.

   'Do you, or don't you?' she pointedly asked.

   'Alright, you're pushy, arrogant, and your crotch is wet, how's that,'
he laughed.

   'Thanks, I'll be seeing you, maybe,' Felicity said, and moved off.

   'Hey, don't you want the message?' he asked, and stalled her by grabbing
an arm.

   'Is it from,' she began to say, her husband.

   'You!  Leave my man alone!' a brutish looking woman shouted.

   Felicity looked from one to the other, and wondered how they fit
together.  The woman was dressed cheap, though not as trashy as she was. 
The man was well dressed, in a casual suit.  If she needed help he would
have been chosen above most others in the mall.

   'I was thinking of moving on, Trisha,' he taunted the woman.

   Trisha didn't find it humorous one little bit.  Her face screwed up in
anger, and she slowly turned on Felicity.

   'You bitch!  You're not having my man,' the woman growled.

   Felicity took a step back in fear, but not quickly enough.  The ugly
look was daunting enough, but the missing tooth gave her a fearsome
appearance.

   'Come here, you slut,' the woman snarled.

   The woman grabbed Felicity's hair, and slapped her face.  Wearing high
heels Felicity slipped, and tumbled to the floor.  Felicity tried to crawl
away, but Trisha grabbed a leg.  Felicity's efforts left her circling
Trisha over the slippery floor.  Like a plastic toy soldier, she was making
the crawling motions, but getting nowhere.  The yelling attracted a crowd,
who thought it better than a trashy television show.

   'Keep going bitch, cause you're not going anywhere,' Trisha laughed.

   Still holding onto a leg, the woman tried to turn her over.

   'Come here bitch, I'm going to slap you hard,' Trisha screeched.

   Letting go of a leg, she pulled at the top, but it gave way.  She flung
it into the crowd, and received a whoop of amusement.  Felicity tried to
cover her bare breasts while wriggling away from the nasty woman.  Playing
to the crowd, Trisha grabbed Felicity's shorts, and pulled.  Felicity had
the choice of bearing her breasts, or saving the last of her modesty.

   Felicity twisted around and grabbed at her shorts.  They were pulled
from around her shoes by the time she managed to hold on to them.  The
shorts were twisted around one of the high heels, needing time to undo. 
Sitting on the cold tiles, revealing her breasts, and bare pussy was
horrendous.  The nasty woman was holding her legs apart, watching her
victim, with a gap toothed grin.

   'Take a good look at the skanky bitch,' Trisha told everyone.

   Felicity was dying inside from the intense humiliation.  With legs
spread, she was showing off her engorged sex.  It had opened up before
entering the mall, now it was gaping, and soaking wet.

   Felicity went into attack mode, taking Trisha by surprise.  Having taken
more than enough abuse, she took a wild swing at the woman, and hurt her
fist.  The woman must have been in more pain, for she let go.  On her ass,
Felicity backed away, too concerned with her tormentor's reaction to pull
her shorts up.

   Seeing the woman's man comfort her, and feeling her bare bottom on the
hard floor, she stopped backing away.  Felicity pulled up the shorts, stood
up, and looked around for an escape route.  Showing off her breasts all
this time, with them swinging around wildly in the fight, it no longer
seemed important to cover them.  There wasn't much she could do about them
anyway, except leave them exposed.

   A security guard should have stepped in, but like everyone else, he
enjoyed the cat fight.  The security guy moved to grab hold of Felicity,
and arrange her arrest for lewdness.  Her large breasts were bouncing as
though they were ready to fight it out.  It was her trembling that kept
them jiggling around.

   A man loomed above her crouched form.  Before she could react, Philip
wrapped a coat around her shoulders, and guided her away.  They quickly
disappeared through the crowd, into a store.

   'Go pick some clothes,' he told her.

   'Will I have to give some disgusting guy a blow job, to pay for them?'
she sarcastically asked.

   'Go on and get dressed you hussy,' he told her.

   He missed the point.  She was being sarcastic, but not in fun, or a good
way.  Felicity couldn't cope with these games he put her through.  She
guessed this one had gone wrong, and he hadn't planned for her to be naked
in the mall.  At least she hoped not.  The whole morning had been a
disaster for her.  Some moments had been fun, but it had all been too much.

   Walking back to the car, they were both silent.  Philip had set his wife
up, because he thought that's what she wanted.  Seeing her naked in the
mall was a shock, and a big mistake.  The way she reacted told him he'd
gone too far this time.  Once in the car, he waited for her to gather her
thoughts, and give him a bad time.  He figured it was best to get it over
and done with.

   'Sorry, darling.  It was all too much for me.  Can't we go back to the
simple flashing?  An accident, even contrived, would be better than all
this,' her voice quavered with emotion.

   He was surprised she didn't flare up with anger, and condemn him.  He
didn't know she felt guilty and wanted to please him, by trying to do
whatever he wanted.

   'Of course.  It was my fault for pushing you too far.  We'll cool it for
awhile if you like,' he offered.

   'Well, alright.  If you want to, we could go to the park tomorrow.  Like
we did at the beginning,' she tried to smile.

   'OK.  If you're up to it,' he said, with concern for her wellbeing.

   'Yes, I'd like that.  We'll do something nice and simple,' she said, and
began to giggle.

   'What?' he asked.

   'Something nice, like showing off my tits to a stranger,' she managed to
say, around a fit of giggles.

   Philip laughed loudly with relief, joining her in the good mood.

   'That's another mall we can't go back to.  You gave that woman a right
shiner!' Philip laughed.

   'Did I?  Oh, yea, my knuckles ache.  It was a lucky punch,' she said.

   'A black eye must be developing right now.  Just don't hit me, and we'll
do something nice,' he said, and they burst out laughing again.

   ***

   Felicity was nervous as they set out on a drive to a distant park. 
Adults used the park for exercise, jogging, cycling, skateboarding, and
other activities today, such as flashing.  Philip looked at his wife as
they got out of the car, and couldn't help smiling.  He knew she wouldn't
be doing this, except to please him.  That made it all the more exciting.
Right now he wanted to hug and kiss her.  They might even return home for
an afternoon session, before they even got to play a game.

   Glancing at him, she caught the look on his face.  The look of love and
tenderness made her heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help giving him a
big smile.  The look on his face was wonderful, just because she was there,
he'd told her.

   He didn't know what she had planned, which was a different sort of game
to the usual.  Planning the naughty games was his job, though, with things
going wrong and getting out of hand, she decided to surprise him.

   They looked around for a place to unfold a small seat, where she could
sit and read a book.  The memory of that first time came to mind.  Two
joggers had looked up her skirt, and eventually started to walk over to
her. Subtly interrupting their approach worked out well, for they scuttle
off to continue their run.

   For both of them it had been a fun escapade, resulting in a wonderful
sex session at home.  He wondered if she might consent one day to having
sex in the park.  Today was her game, and again he wondered what the plan
was.  Maybe there wasn't one, and she would merely take advantage of what
accidently happened.

   Felicity almost laughed at his look of consternation.  He wanted to know
what she was up to, yet didn't want to spoil the surprise in store for him.

   'Go and leave me now.  Don't go far, I might need you,' she warned.

   There weren't many people around, which wouldn't do for a mere flashing
of her panties.  She would need a big audience, which also meant safety in
numbers.  She was an attractive woman, with a good figure, so of course men
would give her the look.  They started with her breasts, then eyed her
further down, and might eventually look at her pretty face.  Even while
talking to her, men rarely looked her in the eye.  They spoke to her
breasts, not her.

   A couple of men jogged into view, puffing and panting, looking
unhealthy. So were they trying to get healthy, or was the jogging killing
them?  Felicity stood up, bent over to pick up the chair, and stood on the
long skirt.  It had been prepared with sparse stitching, so it came apart.

   She went to grab the skirt, but the wind caught it.  A pantomime of hand
movements, just missing the skirt, looked almost real.  It ballooned out,
and took off across the field.

   'Oh, no!  Help!' Felicity yelped.

   Crouched over protecting her near nakedness, it was difficult to run
after a skirt.  The two guys changed direction toward her, unable to do
anything else except come to her rescue.  Taking in the beautiful woman,
wearing a thong, they didn't notice what else she was wearing.  She turned
around, not wanting them to see the front of the panties, which didn't
cover much.  Instead she showed off her bottom in the flimsy thong.

   'What happened,' Jerry asked.

   His friend looked at him as though he were an idiot, then swivelled back
to the woman, struggling to cover herself.  The struggles looked as though
she were trying to protect her nakedness, but in effect, she was showing
off her ass, then her pussy.  The damp panties were see-thru at the front,
so she didn't want them to see that.  Neither did she want them to see her
bottom.  While deciding which was least offensive, she was caught flashing
one, then the other.

   'How can we help?' Freddy asked.

   'My skirt, can you get my skirt, please!' she desperately pleaded.

   'Sure, look it's over there,' they both said.

   'I'll be ever so grateful, if you could, please,' she said, sounding
anxious.

   Felicity was purposely giving them a good look at her body.  While
manoeuvring, she caught her husband watching.  He had a look of sexual
excitement on his face.  Imagining his hard-on, and playing with it on the
drive home, stoked her up.  Already hot, she was boiling from both the
exposure, and her husband's arousal.

   The two guys were clearly more than interested, which drove them to
eagerly help.  They ran off chasing her skirt, like boys after a kite. 
Returning like dutiful boy scouts, they eagerly awaited their reward. 
Felicity was trying to keep her bottom covered, by crouching and pulling at
the top.  The tactic was from desperation rather than being effective.

   Standing in a park, showing off her damp panties, and bare bottom, was
frowned upon by good society.  Although her two rescuers spoke nicely, they
were apart from good society for they didn't frown at all.  Maybe it was
because they were men, that they took a keen interest in her nakedness.

   'You promised a reward,' Jerry eagerly mentioned.

   Freddy smiled, and gave her the skirt back.  He stood close, giving her
some shelter while the skirt was pulled into place.  It looked as though it
had been through the wars, and was ripped enough needing to be held
together.

   'At least I'm covered, not too well, but I can get home.  Thanks to you
two,' she beamed at them.

   'So do we deserve a reward as you promised?' Jerry asked.

   'Freddy, leave the poor girl alone,' his friend cajoled him.

   'I was just asking,' he defensively said.

   'A promise is a promise,' she laughed.  'A hug and a kiss, will that be
a just reward for my two trusty knights?'

   'Two nights of hugging and kissing, sounds good to me,' Freddy laughed.

   'Thank you for putting me at my ease, it helps a lot,' she said.

   She opened her arms for a hug, and the skirt dropped to the grass.  She
quickly pulled it up, and tied a knot in the skirt.  It seemed to work, but
she held onto it, just in case.  Freddy was standing closest, so he put his
arms around her, and held on tight.  He kissed her mouth, rather than a
cheek that was on offer.

   The quick peck on the lips was over so she opened her mouth.  He took
advantage, though who was to say she hadn't enticed him in.  After all that
was the whole game plan, enticing someone, and pushing them along.

   How far was she willing to go was the real question.  Philip watched the
guy kissing his wife, and wondered what the answer was.  He was a complete
stranger caught in her net admittedly, but the guy was deeply kissing his
wife.  Losing her skirt had been embarrassing, and that warmed her up.  Now
this man was stoking her up.  He could tell from the way she squirmed in
his embrace.

   Shit!  The man gripped her bottom in both hands.  He was grinding
himself against his wife's pussy.  Was she asking for his help?  With the
guy's tongue down her throat, and her body gripped tight, Philip couldn't
tell.  A tell tale wiggled against the guys hardness, told him she was too
far gone to seek assistance.  Lifted up to be dropped onto the guys cock
was the assistance she wanted.  Pulled away from the source of excitement,
wasn't what she wanted.

   What was he to do now?  If he marched over there to grab her, they might
feel protective of her.  One man he might be able to tackle, but two would
be difficult.  If she was willing to be carted off by him, it would be easy
enough.  Being so sexed up meant she wouldn't make a sensible decision, and
might let them take her away.  The two men would think they were rescuing
her from a pervert.

   Making a scene wasn't a wise move.  He would have to disturb them at the
right moment, before things got out of hand.  It wasn't nice watching his
wife being manhandled by two strangers, but it was stimulating.  Watching
other men become interested in her, while flashing something of her body
was arousing, but this was going too far.  Watching her kissing him back,
showed how thoroughly out of control she was.  To be fair, she had warned
him this could happen.  Was this the point when breaking into the her game
should be carried out?

   The guy was pumping her bottom, with fingers disappearing between her
cheeks.  What now?  The skirt had opened at the front, and his hand was no
longer fondling her bottom.  Damn it!  The guy had his hand up the remains
of her skirt.  His wife's head rocked back, and he saw rather than heard a
moan of pleasure.  Was that stranger finger fucking his wife?

   Philip came out of cover and marched toward the threesome.  One of the
guys had intimately enjoyed his wife's body, and he was damned if another
of them would abuse her.  As he approached, the other guy was demanding his
turn with her.  The guy's friend pulled them apart.

   Freddy was breathing heavily, and was looking dazed.  In a public place
he'd gone too far.  His friend had witnessed him becoming carried away, and
that was a bigger mistake.

   'Hi, Felicity!  I'm sorry I'm late.  Got held up in traffic.  Hi, I'm
Philip, and you are?' Philip asked.

   The stranger had already let go of Philip's wife, and stood back looking
worried.  He didn't ask who Philip was, just knowing he was friendly with
the woman was enough.

   'What about my reward,' Jerry asked.

   'Don't be stupid,' Freddy softly spoke, and pulled his friend away.

   They looked back at Felicity, and Philip picking up the chair, and the
book.  One of the strangers was still complaining, but the words were too
far off to be heard.  The two of them soon disappeared along a path through
the trees.

   A couple walked along the same path enjoying the trees and fresh air. 
Philip stopped to watch them jog by.  Left along again, Philip hugged and
kissed his wife.  She was back from the entranced state deep arousal put
her in.  He'd let things go too far, but thankfully she wasn't blaming him.

   'I can't wait,' Felicity panted.

   'The car isn't far,' he said.

   'Not even that long,' she told him.

   Philip led her to a copse, where some privacy could be found.  A quick
look over her shoulder confirmed no one was following them.  They stood
kissing for only a short while, as they were well past foreplay.  Philip
held her in his arms, and lower her to the ground.  Felicity pulled him on
top, after pulling up the dress, ready for him to dive in.  Only since
playing such inspiring games had she been so frisky, or so demanding of
sex.

   Feeling him enter was thrilling and deeply satisfying.  Rather than calm
her, it stoked her up into a fury of heat.

   'Fuck me hard, sir.  Whoever you are, just fuck me hard and fast,' she
cried out.

   Opening her eyes for a moment, they suddenly gaped wide.  A man was
standing watching them.  He must have been there, and turned to see what
all the noise was about.  He was looking at her directly, right into her
soul.

   She couldn't yell at her husband while a man was watching her.  He was
approaching an orgasm, and she had slowed down.  She lay there under him,
trapped, while a stranger watched her being fucked.  Philip must have
sensed she had lost interest, for he slowed down.

   His ass was still banging away, his hips thumping at hers in long heavy
strokes.  The man licked his lips, and Felicity wished she could shut her
eyes.  At least that would provide some privacy.  The skirt was up around
her waist, if not lost altogether.  The man must have a dreadful view of
her crotch.

   He brought out a large hard cock.  Not as big as Philip's, but
impressive.  It looked as though he were queuing up for his turn with her.
Were those two friends from before, about to join the queue to finish what
they started?  Would they think she was working in the park, and pay for a
fuck?  Maybe they would want her to perform something horrible.

   'Fuck me hard, whoever you are.  Do it to me, fast and hard.  Make me
cum, and I won't charge you,' she cried out.

   Philip had to crawl back from the edge, to make sure she had an orgasm
first.  At least she was once more on the ride to a climax.  The words she
cried out were from a fantasy working through her head.  He was pretty sure
she didn't remember them afterwards.  At least, she wouldn't admit to
remembering anything.

   Felicity no longer saw the guy flogging his dick.  She was caught up in
a fantasy, being screwed by strangers.  It was safe to become so carried
away because her husband had a hold of her, and was pounding her pussy. 
All was right in the world and she was in the midst of a wonderful orgasm.

   'That was so good.  I couldn't wait, I needed you so bad,' Felicity
breathed out the words while still panting.

   She looked around for the man watching them, but he had thankfully moved
on.  Maybe he didn't exist, and was merely been a figment of her
imagination.

   'You're a darling wife.  I couldn't ask for any more of anyone,' he
smoothly told her.

   'I should hope not,' she teased him.

   'I mean you are the best of the best, just wonderful,' he beamed at her.

   In the afterglow of their orgasms, they came together to kiss and
cuddle.

   'Ow!  Something's digging into me, and it's not my favourite little
man,' she complained.

   'Come on let's get home, I'm getting too old for the outdoor life,' he
laughed.