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 ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought. by FunKelly

   ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought.  Part 6

   Sitting alone on the picnic table, still naked, I felt this cloak of
guilt and shame envelope me.  I had not only humiliated myself in front of
my neighbor's daughter and his grandson, for no other reason than a cheap
thrill, but I had offended Kevin with my cavalier attitude toward 'Life
Modeling', which he apparently took very seriously.  I got up and walked
into the house and decided I should check on Paul.  After all, he was
pretty drunk when I helped him to bed earlier.  I reached the top of the
stairs and could hear him snoring from down the hall.  I made an about face
and went back down to the kitchen.

   For whatever reason, I went back out on the deck, and sat back on top of
the picnic table, still feeling emotionally shallow, concerning my
dismissiveness of the importance of 'Life Modeling'.  Kevin was right.  I
had turned something that was a centuries old, respected art form and
turned it into something cheap and dirty, even though he never actually
said that.  I felt so sheepish and penitent about the entire situation, but
I would have to wait, if I were to make amends with both Kevin and Susan. I
started to clean up the deck, when it hit me.  "Wait a minute!" I thought
to myself.  "Yes, it is true that I was completely naked in Mike's kitchen
when Kevin first walked in, but it was Susan who had dragged my naked ass
across my back lawn to Mike's house!  I had no idea Kevin would be there!
She was the reason he saw me totally naked in his grandfather's kitchen in
the first place!

   Granted, I made no attempt to cover my tits while Kevin and Susan
carried out their ten-minute conversation about his schooling, while I
remained so exposed, but no one ever offered me a towel or anything else to
cover my nakedness!  Although I must admit the idea of me leaning over on
Mike's countertop and spreading my legs so Kevin could get a good look at
my ass and pussy.  did aroused me, but I didn't do it!  Not to mention that
after I turned around giving him a full-frontal view of my naked physique,
as I asked him about college, he was the one to make the sexual innuendoes
about my "Enter Here" pubic hair arrow, that pointed to the opening of my
pussy!  He was also the one to make a comment about my erect nipples and
told me how his college buddies would love to eat me up, referring them
performing oral sex on my pussy!

   As I attempted to justify my abhorrent conduct of the last several hours
or so to myself, I felt a cool breeze sweep across my naked form,
re-invigorating my libido.  The way I had disgraced myself only minutes
before, should have been a lesson to me, but I found myself unable to put
on any sort of cover over my naked flesh.  Not even a towel.  My
imagination started picking up where it had left off earlier, when I used
the door jamb of our bedroom to portray the two posts I was bound too,
while blindfolded, like the girl in the 'Level One' trailer.  I had
imagined Caroll had masturbated me to an orgasm in front of the twenty-four
plus well-dressed spectators, and now it was time for the blindfold to come
off.

   Regardless of how reprehensible my behavior from the time I viewed that
'Level One' trailer, posted on Caroll's website, right up until now had
been, the burning desire to envision myself in that position was
irrepressible.  I took another swig of wine and sat on the table, much as
the girl in the trailer had during her post orgasm interview.  I pretended
I had been brought to orgasm by Caroll, since my own moral code had
prevented me from climaxing a second time, earlier in the day.  I continued
with my fantasy and pretended Caroll had removed the blindfold, allowing me
to observe the well dressed, masked and cheering audience, that had just
witnessed me being brought to orgasm.  I was now able to understand how
that girl in the trailer must have felt, as she gave her little interview.
I found myself unable to stop smiling, as this group of strangers continued
applauding me, as Caroll led me to and adjoining room where 'MY" post
orgasm interview would take place.

   The usual emotions of shame and humiliation were still very present but
seemed overshadowed by the feeling of empowerment.  The exhilaration of
being the only one naked, surrounded by people who had just witnessed
Caroll perform the most private and intimate of female activities on me,
was incredibly intense!  I was rapidly becoming addicted to the sensation.
Happy my psychological justification of the day's events, had allowed me to
continue my little fantasy out on our deck, I pictured a fully clothed
female interviewer sitting across from me, as I remained totally naked and
covered in my own sweat.  I pretended there were also two camera men
filming the entire interaction between us, from several different angles.
The euphoria was uncontrollable as I awaited the interviewer's first
question.

   I was visualizing the female interviewer asking me, "Jenifer.  I hear
this is your first time performing at one of these exhibitions.  How did it
feel, once you were bound totally naked to the posts and blindfolded,
knowing you were completely on display for all to witness?" Making sure I
kept a smile on my face, I answered, "Since, I could only hear the
audience, and not see them, and being restrained the way I was, I felt
incredibly helpless and vulnerable, which only served to heighten the
experience for me!", as I rocked from side to side, still displaying an
attitude of confidence and grinning from ear to ear.  I continued imagining
the interviewer was asking the questions, and I was answering them.  I had
worked myself to the height of titillation, but I wanted more.  I Needed
More!

   I sank to the lowest level of my depravity, as I envisioned Caroll
walking up and standing beside me, right smack in the middle of the
interview.  The room was silent as she slid her fingers into my pussy,
which of course were my own fingers.  I looked up at her, and asked,
"Caroll, what are you doing?" "Just taking your temperature, dear.  Now
relax", as she massaged my clitoris, right there in front of the
interviewer and both camera men.  I was so horny, I made no attempt to stop
her, no matter how inappropriate the encounter seemed to be.  Caroll then
announced, "Someone is extremely moist down here.  I think she'd like to
experience another orgasm!" By this time, I was feverishly working my clit
until I let out a screech, then climaxed right there on our deck, sitting
on the picnic table.

   I laid back on the table, exhausted from the physical, mental and
emotional tolls of the day's events.  Yet!  There I was!  Pretty much
drunk, not to mention....  'STARK NAKED!', as I laid on my back, looking up
at the stars.  All I could think about was "How could I have gone from a
woman who was unable to remove her bikini top in front of complete
strangers, while vacationing in the Carribean with her husband only weeks
ago, to this person who had exposed her fully naked body to her
70-year-old, blind neighbor, his divorced 42-year-old "Lesbian" daughter,
and 19-year-old "Life Model" grandson!  And all within two hours!  "HOW?",
I asked myself", still naked and looking up at the stairs.

   I snapped out of my fog, then made my way to the jacuzzi and stepped in.
I found myself rubbing my entire body with my hands, as if I was attempting
to scrub off some imaginary film of immorality, left over from my evening
of debauchery.  The task seemed pointless, so I got out of the jacuzzi and
turned off the jets.  I then noticed the two dry, folded towels that
neither Paul nor I had used.  They were right where I placed them when we
came out onto the deck this afternoon.  "That says it all", I thoughted to
myself, as I picked one up and dried myself off.

   I then made my way up to our bedroom.  Paul had thankfully stopped
snoring, so I crawled into our bed, still pondering the choices I had made
during the day.  I laid in our bed revisiting the events of the evening and
wondering where the motivation to expose myself came from.  Was it some
hidden desire that has been buried in my psyche, and was now revealing
itself, or just a random set of circumstances?  I was feeling ashamed of my
behavior yet fulfilled in some way, at the same time.  I was finally able
to fall asleep.

   The next morning, I woke to the sound of the lawn mower, outside our
bedroom window.  I looked out to see what I had fully expected to see. 
Paul was cutting the grass, wearing nothing but his tiny speedo and his
sneakers, which was his habit to do.  You see, we live at the end of a
dead-end street.  Mike's house is the last one on the right and the closest
one to ours.  The last house on the left was situated over three hundred
feet up the street and was owned by a middle-aged man who spent most of his
time on the road for his work.

   Paul had spent four years on the swim team in college, so was used to
being surrounded by coaches, family, friends, other swimmers, not to
mention the spectators, while so scantly covered.  I think that is what
allowed him to be so comfortable wearing only the small, snug briefs in
public.  Who knows!  Maybe it turned him on to parade around while being so
exposed!  Like I mentioned earlier, he has the body for it.  Paul is 5' 10"
tall, and 175 pounds.  His body is that of a swimmer's.  He's slender,
well-toned and very fit.  Either way, I always enjoyed watching my sexy
husband cut the grass in that little thing.

   I put on my white, cut off tank top, that barely comes down past my
breasts, and a pair of white, low-cut cotton panties and walked down to the
kitchen.  Paul likes it when I dress this way around the house.  I made
myself a cup of coffee and walked out onto the deck, since Paul was now
cutting the grass in the back yard.  I picked up the empty beer cans and
wine bottle and continued to clean up our deck.  I then started a load of
laundry.  Paul finished cutting the grass, so I joined him on the deck, now
with my second cup of coffee.  We were sitting at the picnic table when
Paul asked the question I knew was coming, and also knew needed to be
answered.

   "Sorry I passed out so early, Jen", he said, before continuing.  "So how
was the rest of your evening?", he asked.  "Well, like I told you last
night, Sue was at Mike's when I walked him home.  'Totally Naked' I might
add, thanks to you", I replied.  "What did she say?", he asked, as he
chuckled.  "Nothing really", I responded.  "She just looked at me, and
seemed a bit upset at first.  Then she came over a short while later and
asked if she could have a glass of cognac.  Mike had told her we had some
over here.  We each drank down our glasses, then emptied the remaining
cognac into them, and finished it off".  "Were you still naked?", he asked,
attempting to conceal his excitement, but not doing a very good job of it.
"Yes, Paul.  I was still naked", I replied, rolling my eyes, indicating
that he was making it a bigger deal than it really was.

   I knew I had to tell Paul that Kevin had seen me naked.  If I didn't,
and it came out later, he would think I was hiding something from him.  I
decided now was the time to tell him.  Leaving out a few bits and pieces of
the story, I continued, "After the cognac was gone and I was almost out of
wine, Sue told me she had some wine at Mike's house.  I assumed she was
going to run over and get it, then come back.  I couldn't have been more
wrong.  She grabbed my hand and started leading me back over to Mike's
house".  "While you were still naked?", Paul asked.  He showed no signs of
being the slightest bit upset or jealous, while he awaited my answer.  If
anything, he seemed elated in his anticipation of my response.  "Yes, Paul,
While I was still naked", I replied, once again rolling my eyes.

   "Sue's much bigger than I am, Paul", I started.  "I felt like a toddler
being pulled along by her mother, as I argued that I needed to put some
clothes on.  She just tightened her grip on my hand, and said, "If you can
walk my dad home while naked, you can walk me there while naked as well. 
Besides, Dad's already in bed", as she continued to pull me along".  I
started to notice a bulge in Paul's speedo, which put me somewhat at ease
as I continued my story.  "When we were in Mike's kitchen", I started. 
Paul interrupted me, and asked, with even more enthusiasm in his voice,
"You went in Mike's house totally naked?" "Paul!", I snapped.  "None of
this would have even happened, if you hadn't insisted, I walk Mike home,
when I was still naked!" His expression was one of a little boy after being
scolded by a parent.

   I was trying to deflect some of the blame, as I got closer to the part
where Kevin saw me completely naked.  I was telling Paul how Sue was
getting a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, as I was standing up
against the kitchen cabinet, when I continued, "Now Paul.  Don't get upset,
but while we were in the kitchen, Kevin walked in".  Before he could
respond, I said, "Kevin must have shown up when Sue was over here!  Neither
of us even knew he was there!" I started to think Paul was getting mad,
when he said, in a frustrated tone "Damn!  And I missed it!" Although I was
a bit concerned that my husband was upset, because he didn't get to witness
his neighbor's 19-year-old grandson, viewing his naked wife's body, I was
relieved he was not perturbed with me.

   "What did Kevin say when he saw you were naked?", Paul asked.  "All he
said was "Jacuzzi night, Jen?", very nonchalantly, I might add", was my
reply.  "So how long were you at Mike's?", Paul asked, trying not to appear
totally aroused by my little story of the evening's events.  I looked down
to see his bulge was now a full-blown erection, and barked, "Paul!  I can't
believe you're getting 'Turned On' hearing about the most humiliating
moment of my entire life!  What's wrong with you?" "Come on, Jen.  It
couldn't have been all that bad.  So what?  Kevin saw you naked", was his
casual response.  I just shook my head, and said, "To answer your question,
Sue and I left Mike's only a moment later and came back here".  I know!  I
know!  That statement wasn't entirely true, but I felt I had given Paul
enough information, without getting us into an argument.

   I continued with my story, noticing Paul's erection had subsided a bit.
Probably because I yelled at him.  I went on to say, "I hopped back into
the jacuzzi, while Sue stripped off all of her clothes, and joined me". 
"Sue got naked too?", he fervently asked.  "Yes, Paul.  She didn't have a
bathing suit with her, so she wisely removed her clothes before getting in
the water.  That's usually how it's done", I said, somewhat sarcastically.
Feeling like I was being a bit hard on my husband, I decided to throw him a
little tidbit to chew on.  "That's when she told me she was a lesbian!", I
announced.  "Sue's a lesbian?", he asked.  "Yes Paul.  She's a lesbian. 
She told me she had gotten tired of living a double life, so she and
Kevin's father decided to have an amicable divorce".

   Even though all this was a lot for Paul to take in at one time, I
decided to 'Up the Stakes' a bit.  I waited for Paul to lead in with the
right question, so I could spring Sue's idea of me posing naked for the
evening 'Life Modeling' classes at the community college, on him.  I needed
to know his position on the subject.  Not because I was considering doing
it, but to satisfy my curiosity about my husband's desire to see me naked
in front of other people.  How far would he want me to go?  I didn't have
long to wait.  "What else did you girls talk about?", was his next
question. "Well, since Sue discovered me naked, while I was walking Mike
home, "again thanks to you", she seems to think I'm some sort of
exhibitionist.  She even used that word", I said.  "She kept telling me
about her friend in the Art Department down at the community college.  She
must have told me at least three times, they were looking for 'Life Models'
for the evening classes at the school".  Paul was practically drooling on
himself.