Life as an Exhibitionist
by femghostwriter ©

My husband and I live on a very large tree farm in Northern Appalachia. 
The size of the property and the remoteness of the house permit he and I 
to go nude whenever the weather permits. He is very supportive of the fact 
that I am both an exhibitionist and I am also bisexual to a point. I have 
a small circle of girlfriends that come to our house and enjoy the 
freedoms of nudity and we often end up having sex. He also knows of my 
desire to have sex in public places where we will certainly be seen doing 
so. He does go along when I'm flashing people as my protector and also 
drives our van. He is naturally my sex partner if I'm doing it in public.

One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we 
live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us 
burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed 
with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We 
also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night.. When we want 
to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants 
and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city 
known for being very discrete.

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat 
in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and 
sat on the stool to the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked 
in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels 
without knickers in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each 
other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, 
glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of 
the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon 
was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and 
everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on 
my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a 
little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing knickers and 
the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and 
approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers 
where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this 
and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and 
saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally 
slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. 

He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging 
my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to 
hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt 
was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning 
of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He 
kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering 
me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his 
trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed 
his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the 
same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered 
to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his 
wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we 
stepped out into the night air.

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in 
restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot 
of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we 
sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her 
reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she 
licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband's shoulder. 
She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her 
white knickers to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she 
excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies' room. As she 
passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into 
the ladies' room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out 
in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and 
then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my 
buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for 
my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper 
with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left 
her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several 
meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a 
weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She 
told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see 
me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be 
a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we 
drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were 
going to South Carolina to visit one of the husband's family. I went to a 
studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and 
blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as 
possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was 
wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had 
shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint 
until we stopped just down the street from his relative's home. It was 
only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the 
camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was 
water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all 
that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make 
repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motor home several times 
at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If 
they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls 
and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was 
seen by as many southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we 
left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely 
around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch 
heels.

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often 
we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he 
again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and 
emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking 
area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck 
alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it's hard to find a 
safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor 
trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist 
and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out 
of the motor home and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of 
our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving 
by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket 
and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the 
street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of the well groomed 
lawn. We got out of the motor home and lay on the grass fucking like two 
high school kids.

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the 
interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is 
to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove 
the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy 
area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass 
and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, 
our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove 
by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in 
every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were 
seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm 
producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for 
this conduct but the thrill isn't as great when you expect to see sex 
being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters 
or drive in movies.

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and 
I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the 
cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress 
tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into 
a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch 
the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated 
that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual 
activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID 
checks for underage.

The drive in's managers were getting more and more strict with the rules 
and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD's now readily 
available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband's 
brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership 
cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access 
to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all 
around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as 
it didn't bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went 
there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work 
the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only 
places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, 
which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom 
requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live 
out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you 
bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened 
about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the 
movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the 
rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few 
times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department 
officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD's 
finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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