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 ï>¿Rita - Gulf Shores by KnightlySeducer

   The Drive Home

   Tony and Rita recall her first full nude exposure.

   Tony and I spent another hour or so on the beach, him a little away from
me as he watched strollers along the shore inspect me as I lay both on my
front and back.

   "We should probably get cleaned up for dinner," I suggested.

   That was the extent of our talking since the nude man had applied my
sunscreen and we'd both orgasmed on the beach.

   We shook off our towels and shoved everything in my beach bag, which
Tony offered to carry.

   "You gonna put your suit on?" he asked as I stuffed my towel into the
bag.

   I just shrugged, taking his hand.  "You?"

   Hand in hand and we headed back to the resort both nude.  Tony's a
grower, not a show-er, but I was pleasantly surprised that he seemed to
remain about half hard as we strolled along the water's edge.  I don't
think I'd ever seen him nude in any public way before, and I was proud to
be with him.  He really is a handsome guy.

   We passed most of the Adults Only section and were getting back to the
resort proper when he stopped and set the bag on an empty chair.

   "I could look at you all day, every day, for the rest of my life and
never get tired of it.  How'd I end up so lucky?" he sighed.

   I flushed.  He's not a mushy guy, romantic to be sure, but his words
were so sincere and touching that I wrapped my arms around him and pressed
our bodies together.  "I'm the lucky one, mister.  I'm proud to be your
wife, and so proud of you, all you've done, the life we've built..." I
replied gazing into his eyes.

   He began to grow against me.  A sly smile curled my lips.  I stepped
back a bit and looked down, my hand trailing down to cup his scrotum.  "I
really like this too," I laughed, squeezing just a bit.

   "I'm glad, but we probably need to put our suits on," he said turning to
rifle though my bag.  I'm certain I pouted as he handed me mine and stepped
into his own.

   "You gonna fit?" I asked mischievously as he pulled the Speedo over
himself.  He just gave me a look and continued to stretch the suit over his
package.  I pulled on my bottom, adjusting myself inside as best as I
could, and then dropped my top on the bag.

   "Rita," he said looking at me strangely, "we're heading into the hotel,"
handing me back my top.

   "Damn," was all he said as I took the top in my hand and began walking
past the loungers and toward the pool area.  It took him about six steps to
catch up and take my hand -- and we walked on together without another
word. I was still on some sort of high from the events of the day and
didn't want it to end.

   We made it onto the pool deck where I stopped, handed Tony my top, hat,
and sunglasses, then pressed the pool shower button sending a fine spray of
breathtaking, chilling water over my body.  I didn't think I could possibly
get more turned on, but the needle fine droplets smacking into my
stirred-up nipples made me giddy.  I bent and twisted to wash the sand and
salt from my skin, being intentionally provocative as Tony stood nearby
holding our things as if this were an everyday experience.

   "Excuse me, madam," a bow-tied, serious looking fellow said approaching
in a huff.  I pulled my hair back and wrung the excess water from it.

   "Yes?" I replied, glistening in just my tiny thong bottom, half the eyes
on the deck now focused on me.  Tony's look was unreadable, a great poker
face.

   "This, ah, this area is for resort guests only.  You cannot just stroll
down the beach and come up here to use our facilities, most especially
dressed like you are," he finished in a self-righteous tone.

   "I am a guest," I said a bit over-loud, putting my hands on my hips,
"and what's wrong with how I'm dressed?"

   Tony produced the room keycard from my bag, waving it at the man.  Any
eyes that weren't on me before were looking now.

   Bug-eyed, the resort employee looked around, and lowered his voice, as
if informing me of something secret, "Madam," he said, "you're topless."

   "But, isn't that allowed in Alabama?" I asked crossing my arms under my
breasts.  I don't know how Tony or I kept a straight face.  I could see
smiles on several of the people looking at us, and more than a few whose
looks were quite approving.

   "Yes, madam.  On the beach.  The resort has a dress code, and I am
afraid we can't allow you to..., ah..." he wagged a finger at my breasts,
"go about, well, undressed."

   "Oh, I didn't realize," I said feigning regret and looked at Tony who
tossed me my top.  "I'll put this on right now," I waved the tiny piece of
material at him.  It took me all of a minute to tie the strings and adjust
the miniscule pieces of fiber over my taut breasts.

   "Better?" I asked, still with a large audience.

   "You'll need a cover-up as well, if you are entering the building," he
stated in a dismissive tone.

   "Of course," I responded, "I wouldn't go gallivanting around inside
without covering up.  What do you take me for?" This seemed to confound
him. He opened his mouth, considered a thought, then realized he'd been
check-mated.

   "Have a good evening, madam," he nodded, turned on his heels and fled as
quickly as he had appeared.  I took Tony's arm and we walked across the
pool deck until we reached the building entrance, where I doffed my
cover-up under many a watchful eye.

   "What was all that?" Tony asked in seriousness as our room door closed.

   I missed something in how he asked.  "It's been such an amazing day,
Babe, and I wanted to make you proud, to be seen with you, to show
myself..." I replied, untying my top and letting it drop to the floor.

   "Rita," he cut in, "flashing is..." he stopped and sat down drained on
the edge of the bed.

   "Tony, what's the matter," I asked coming and kneeling in front of him
and taking his hands.  He looked deep into me.

   "I..., I guess it's just been so much.  The pictures, Roberto, Thom
touching you and..." he looked beat up.

   "Tony, it's only you, only us.  Everything is for us..." I said near
tears.

   "I know, Ree, I do.  I know you love to do this and it's not just for
me, 'cuz it turns me on," he trailed off.  After a deep breath, "The
pictures, imagining, seeing so vividly how you were...  Rita, that you were
so close, and so turned on....  Then Thom, rubbing you right there,
touching you.....  I know you loved it, Ree, I could see it.  And goddamn
it makes me so fucking hot.  Is it sick, Ree, that...  I don't know, is it
okay?" Tony had tears in his eyes.

   I laughed, tears rolling down my face as well.  "Okay?  What's okay?" I
asked, squeezing his hands.  "First, you don't make me do anything, I do it
because I like it.  Is that okay?  I don't know, I'm sure lots and lots of
folks will say a woman shouldn't flash, that her body is just for her
husband.  But I relish it, hon, I do.  It makes me feel good.  And knowing
it makes you..., gets you hard and..., omigod!  Tony, this is lovemaking
for us.  Nobody's getting hurt or used."

   Tony took my chin and looked into me deeper than I can ever recall. 
Whispering he said, "I was on the edge, so close, watching Thom, rubbing
that lotion on you, knowing he was rubbing your pussy, maybe fingering you.
And when that guy, he, when he laid on you, his cock hard,....I didn't want
him to fuck you, Ree, but when he laid there and pressed his cock between
your cheeks, I've never seen you so erotic, your eyes rolled back and I
knew you were cumming.."

   "You came then," I smiled.

   "Gawd yes!  I didn't even touch myself, Ree."

   I giggled.  "Yeah, I saw.  I'm not sure who came first, Babe.  That
really, really got me going." I glanced at his stretched Speedo.

   I raised an eyebrow, "Still thinking about it, huh?"

   He sighed, resigned, a knowing grin on his face.

   "I don't want anyone but you, Tony.  If this happens to be how we make
love..." I shrugged.

   Tony leaned in an gave me a passionate kiss.  "Ree, we..., I think we
came very close to...  I have to be honest, babe, I didn't think I'd get as
turned on as I did with another guy touching you, but I think that's a
really dangerous place."

   "Absolutely," I said nodding.  "I...I won't lie, it felt...  it was a
very real turn on, but I knew it was playing with fire.  Roberto, that was
very hot," I laughed, "I can't believe I posed like that!  And Thom,
ohmigod...." I blushed.  "Tony it...  he could have slid a finger or two
right in me.  I was so stirred by his touch, but he never tried.  He just
worked at stimulating me..."

   "I know, sweetheart.  That's what I mean, he could have slipped into
you. On the beach, the guy with the sunscreen, I could see you...if he'd
moved just a bit, would have stopped him?"

   "That was dumb," I admitted, tears rolling down my cheeks.  "I just
didn't think.., I mean, right there on the beach?  I didn't think he'd...
I'm so sorry, Babe," I said from my heart.

   Tony gently took my breasts in his hands.  "You put Thom's hands on your
breasts..." he said without malice.

   I nodded.

   "It was so erotic, seeing you touched and aroused.  But I don't think
it's where we should go, not something that would be good for us as husband
and wife," he continued.

   There were rationalizations and excuses flying through my head; Tony had
encouraged this, he had not stopped me when Thom was applying lotion, had
nodded assent when the naked guy -- his cock already full -- had asked if I
wanted help and knelt between my legs.  We'd cum together just a while ago
in the midst of this episode, on a public beach!  But he was right; I
didn't want anyone but Tony making love to me.  The physical excitement,
the rush of turning someone else on, of being wanted -- I cherished all
that, I was nearly addicted to the feelings it raised in me.  But I loved
only this man and would give myself only to him.

   I stood and tugged him to stand as well.  We kissed, tears still on my
cheeks, my vision still watery, but the emotion was unquenchable,
unshakeable love.  And lust.  For this man!

   I pulled the strings holding my suit bottom up, then knelt and pulled
Tony's almost as small suit off of him, his erection springing up and out.
I looked up, smiling, "Only you, Babe.  Forever," and ran my tongue along
the length of his beautiful cock, circled the glans, and took him deep into
me.  Moving slowly, I began to bob.

   After a minute, I stood, my hands caressing his fat, hard manhood.  "Get
on the bed," I purred, stepping closer.  He lay back, and I straddled him,
my right hand wrapped around the warm, throbbing phallus of my husband.  I
directed him to me, just at my entrance, my wetness crying for his
friction. "This, all of me, is yours.  You are all I want."

   Tony looked at me and opened his mouth, but I smiled and said "Shhh."

   "Don't get me wrong, my love.  I am still going to tease, to flash these
tits you love, to show other men my body, this pussy," I said as I thrust
myself downward on him, burying him fully in me.  After catching my breath
I went on, "I find the feeling irresistible, and I know you do too," I
leaned forward, dangling my incredibly excited breasts inches from his
mouth, staring into him, and began to rock my hips.

   "I appreciate the exhilaration that it brings both of us, the thrill of
rousing you as I delight in being seen and desired.  I know," I smiled
slyly, "that the men want to fuck the hell out of me," I said as I forced
him all the way in again, catching myself dropping my head in ecstasy.

   "That they want to suck these tits," I breathed bringing them to his
lips.  He licked and nibbled to our mutual delight.

   Lifting myself enough to look into his eyes again, I resumed my rocking
motion.  "But no one has my heart, or will have me like this, but you," I
leaned in and kissed Tony as if it were the first and the last time.

   Twenty-five minutes later I lay next to Tony, both of us spent,
relishing the warm, gooey dribble between my legs.

   He chuckled almost to himself.

   "What now?" I asked.

   "Yesterday you were a little frantic that Roberto had pictures of you,
and today, on the pool deck, you showered topless with maybe fifty phones
taking shots of you."

   "Stop," I said hitting his arm.  "Maybe a couple people..." I began.

   "Ree, there were a bunch of people with phones, a couple I am sure
videoing it.  And I saw at least two guys with nice cameras focused on
you," he said rolling on to his side and looking down at me.  He ran a
finger circling my left areola, "There are a lot of photos of you now
showing these pretty things," he smiled with pride.

   "Mmmm," I sighed.

   "And your face," he added.

   I blinked.

   "You handed me your hat and sunglasses, remember?" his eyes bright.

   I sat upright, though both my nipples were growing hard belying my
concern.  "You don't think...?"

   "Probably," he smirked.  "let's just hope you bosses don't surf the net
for porn."

   "It wasn't porn," I swung at him playfully.

   "Probably on the hotel video security tapes, too," he added, tweaking at
my right nipple.

   "Are you upset?" I asked.

   "Are you?" he echoed back to me.

   I sat on the bed thinking about that.  "it wasn't porn.  I was just
showering," I said trying to sound okay with it.  I'm not sure my employer
would feel that way; I was topless in public.

   "Either way, it's done, right?" he smiled at me.

   I sighed.  What had become of me?!

   "I'm going to clean up, and then you're taking me to dinner.  I haven't
eaten since breakfast," I said popping off the bed, and walking over to the
balcony.  "unless you just want to order in and I could sit here," I smiled
over my shoulder.  I wondered that I wasn't more upset that I was probably
on the net now, my nearly nude body -- and maybe nude too!  -- for anyone
to see.  And yet, I still was suggesting to Tony that he invite another
opportunity to have room service come in and find me completely naked.

   Tony walked out beside me on the balcony and wrapped his arms around me.
"Go clean up and put on some clothes," he smiled gripping my ass hard.  "I
think we've shown you off enough for today," he laughed, "maybe enough for
the month!"

   "You're not upset, are you?" I asked, suddenly worried again that I'd
crossed a line, that I had hurt him.

   "No, Babe, I'm fine.  Really," he said looking deeply into my eyes.

   "God, you're beautiful," he suddenly lit up, smacked my ass and added
"get some clothes on before we never leave this room."

   We left after breakfast the next morning, eating in the restaurant as we
had for dinner.  There were a few looks, like some people were trying to
determine where they'd seen me before, but we'd simply focused on each
other.  Tony had brought a tow dolly so we could drive home together, and
we left once my car was hooked up to the company truck he'd driven up to
the resort.  Nothing fancy -- it was a work truck -- but we got to be
together for the six-hour drive home.

   Our chit chat had drifted to a peaceful silence after about thirty
minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts.  Mine were on whether I was
going to be on the internet and how I would react if someone we knew asked
about my topless escapade at the resort.  There might be some pretty
explicit shots of me as well, but I knew that the only ones I could
positively be identified in were from the pool shower.  A little smile
filled me, I was amazed with myself for my daring in going completely nude,
not just for the private photos with Roberto but on the beach as well. 
Tony had reassured me last night after dinner of how turned on he was with
all that had transpired, and of his undiminished love for me.

   As if reading my mind, out of the blue Tony asked, "You remember the
first time you let another guy really see your angel wings?"

   I blushed.  I'd not mentioned that at all, but it had come up by
reference.  My protestation that this was the first time that I'd actually
opened my legs and shown all of myself to another guy -- well, guys -- had
been commented on by Tony.  My only argument was that he'd been there, so I
was not really showing myself, but letting myself be seen to make us both
happy.  I couldn't claim that with the past weekend.

   "I think I was nineteen and..." I answered coyly.

   "You know that's not what I mean," he said looking over at me with a
smile and nudging me.  "As my wife."

   I reached over and grasped his erection through his shorts.  "Apparently
you remember," I batted my eyes, "and it's a fond memory."

   "Very fond," he said, his right hand releasing the grip he had on the
steering wheel, and slipping between my legs.

   I sighed deeply.  "Yeah, I seem to recall something," I said as Tony
tried to work his hand inside the leg of my shorts.

   "Uh-huh..." he said, as we both succumbed to our thoughts as we held
each other.

   Greg Carlson was an Air Force piiot stationed at MacDill A tall, wiry
guy with a great smile who had moved in down the block from us about four
years ago, along with his four-year old son who was the spitting image of
him.  Greg was widowed, his wife and infant daughter having died in a
terrible accident just before his assignment to MacDill.  Of course, all
the women in the neighborhood felt we had to care for him and his son, so
they seldom didn't have an invitation to dinner for Friday or Saturday
nights, often with a female friend or acquaintance invited as well as we
all hoped he would "find someone" and tried to help.

   Not really cute, he had a rugged handsomeness and a personality that
seemed to just mesh with everyone, male or female.  Greg was always
included in every neighborhood activity and party, including our pool
parties and the girls' birthdays.  After about eighteen months, he informed
us that he'd gotten approval for a hardship reassignment to be closer to
family.

   Tony had mentioned a couple of times that Greg was quite taken with me
as I apparently bore some resemblance to his deceased wife, but I didn't
think anything of it.  We were all friends, nothing more.  Or so I thought.

   A couple weeks before Greg and his son were due to leave, he and some of
our other neighbors were at our place and hanging around the pool.  This
was about four or five years since I had rediscovered my fascination with
being seen as Tony and I rekindled the fires of our sexuality with "porn
date nights." I was dressing in a more revealing manner, including the
occasional bikini around our friends.

   Tony was at the grill, and I was over with the kids and some of the
other women by the lounge chairs.  I don't know what caught someone's
attention, but Tony overheard Greg say to Frank, another neighbor, how hot
I looked.

   "Gotta agree with that," Frank answered.  "I'd love to see her outta
that suit."

   "She's a really stunning woman.  I don't think she even knows how
beautiful she is." Greg seemed to sigh, as Tony heard it.  "But, as I am
leaving, I guess I've just going to have to live with my fantasy."

   "What fantasy would that be?" Tony asked walking over to them.

   The two fumbled, not sure what Tony had heard.  "Uh, to be honest, I was
admiring how beautiful Rita is," Greg freely admitted.

   The three of them watched me moving about for a few seconds.  "She
certainly is," Tony added, then teased, "and out of that suit, ohmigod, I
have no idea how I got so lucky." Apparently there was some nervous
laughter then.

   "I'll take your word for it," said Frank.

   "Trust, but verify," Greg added.  Then realizing how that sounded and
what he'd likely really meant added, "I, uh, didn't mean anything," he
stammered.  "Sorry, buddy."

   "No apology needed.  I take that as a compliment," Tony assured him. 
"But I'm not sure Rita would be willing to let you, ah, verify," Tony said.
Then he handed Greg another beer and said, "To our fantasies!"

   They then broke up and the party went on.  However, later Greg came up
to Tony to apologize again.

   "You know that was just bullshit, earlier, Tony, about um, seeing Rita?
I mean she's gorgeous but I'd never..." he said.

   "So you saying you don't want to see her out of that suit?" Tony asked
with a smile on his face.

   "Tony, it's been way too long for me.  Since Jeannie passed...." He
trailed off looking at me across the pool.

   "Honest, Greg, It's a compliment.  I'm sure Rita would think so too,"
Tony assured him.  "we all have fantasies, and I'm proud to be married to
one of yours.  Who knows?" he tapped his bottle against the one Greg held.

   "Yeah, right.  Anyhow, I'm glad you're not upset.  I wouldn't want to be
leaving here with any hard feelings.  You guys have been such great
neighbors," Greg nodded back.

   Tony told me about this whole exchange that night after the party as we
made love.  It was, I found, rather exciting and led to a bit of
role-playing.  We sort of talked out what it would be like, how we could do
it, and ended up throwing the sheets off and doing some naughty things as
if someone were watching.

   The following Tuesday, I came out of the shower dressed, as usual, in
only a large t-shirt, and found Tony on the love-seat reading.  I strolled
over and sat next to him.

   "Hmm, there's nobody out there, is there?" I teased, nodding toward the
door out to the pool deck.

   "What if there was?" he asked almost absently.

   "I'd have to be more careful, don't you think?" I asked as I lifted my
shirt above my waist, my legs together.

   "You're thinking about this, aren't you?" he looked at me hoping..

   "It's kinda hot," I grinned.  "Maybe I have fantasies too."

   Tony grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it off of me without any
problem as I willingly complied.

   "Oh my," I acted surprised.  "Would you really want to let someone see
me completely nude?" My hard nipples proclaimed my thoughts on the subject
before he even asked.

   Tony scooped me into his arms and carried me to bed, laying me on top
without pulling back the sheets, then he began to kiss me on my neck and
nibble on my earlobes.  I tugged at his briefs and quickly we were both
naked.  He knelt beside me and began to attend to my breasts.

   "Tony, someone might see us?" I feigned concern, getting into this play.

   "Uh-huh," he breathed, kneeling beside me such that if anyone were
looking through the glass door lites to the deck I would be visible and
unobstructed by his body.  He suckled my right breast as he pulled at my
left nipple.

   He lifted his head and whispered to me, "He can see your amazing breasts
and how hard you're getting..."

   "That's okay," I laughed.  "I want him to see me."

   Tony's hand slipped up my leg.  "Anything else I can show him?"

   "I'm pretty sure he doesn't care too much about anything you can show
him, he's here to see my body," I teased.

   "Well, how much do you want to show him?" he asked looking up from my
belly.

   "Everything," I said aroused.  "You want that too, don't you?"

   "Gawd yes!" he stared into me and moved my legs apart.

   We continued to talk, teasing and egging each other on as if there were
a voyeur at our door.  Tony turned me this way and that -- with my willful
and enthusiastic assistance -- so that the imagined man got to see me, all
of me, from various angles.  We ended up making love and both falling
asleep naked on top of the covers.

   This scenario seemed to entice both of us, and it was repeated, perhaps
a bit more rambunctiously and on the love seat, not more than eight feet
from the patio door, a few nights later.  Our conversation became more
intense as well, with each of us telling the other what we wanted our guest
to see.

   The following Saturday morning as I sat in the kitchen in just my
t-shirt, Tony approached me and wrapped his arms around me.  "Morning,
Babe," he kissed the back of my neck and wrapped an arm around under my
breasts.

   "Hey there, handsome," I snuggled into his embrace while trying to not
spill my coffee.

   He didn't come around in front of me, but stayed behind me, holding me.
"You, ah..."

   He has this thing where if he's unsure of broaching a topic, he asks
where I can't see his face, like it's somehow easier that way.  He might be
working and not look up, or call me, or like now, stand behind me.

   "What?" I asked.

   "You seemed to really enjoy the other night," he said, taking a breast
into his hand through the thin fabric, teasingly making a circle tracing my
areola.  "You, ah,...  would you consider acting that out for real?"

   I adored his touch, and dropped my head letting the kisses drizzle on
the nape of my neck.  "Mmmm, if you want to stand outside and watch me
instead of...."

   "Not me..." he whispered in my ear.  A shiver ran up my spine.  Or was
it an electrical shock?  I felt my core pulse.  I'd been intentionally
flashing for about five years, moving from dressing "sexier" as Tony put
it, to purposely revealing clothing, and very intentionally letting first
cleavage, then to my whole breast be seen, and since that had done tons of
upskirts.  Only about a year ago, at a bar, I'd surprised Tony and sat on a
barstool without any panties on.  He'd gone crazy, reveling me with how
turned on it made him, and every man he says saw me.  I wasn't doing splits
or anything, but it was a huge step, and I craved the thrill more and more.
Less and less was I wearing panties in public and I so very, very much
savored the feeling I got in "accidentally" having my skirts ride up, or
"forgetting" when I bent over or had to squat down for something on a lower
shelf.  My shopping trips had become more about seeking to be seen than
buying and, of course, had involved many out of town trips to shops at
least an hour away.  Tony didn't seem to mind it at all.

   I knew I wanted this.  "You'd be okay with that?" I asked, trying to not
sound as stimulated as I was as my mind ran ahead.

   He answered by tugging at my puffed up nipples, and nibbling at the back
of my neck.

   "Who?" I moaned.

   "Does it really matter?"

   "No," I breathed covering his hands with mine.  Our girls called just
then, reminding me that we had to be leaving soon for soccer practice. 
Tony kissed me a final time and said he'd get the car loaded up while I
went to get dressed.

   Three or four times over the next few days I asked who he was thinking
about, the whole time trying to imagine -- and contain my imagination!  --
at the thought of this really happening.  It was flashing, but at another
level.  Each time Tony would just smile or tell me that he thought I said I
didn't care.  It was wicked and maddening, keeping me distracted with the
thought.

   Friday night the girls were with Kim and Bobby, they were taking the
kids to a drive-in and then spending the night over there.  We decided to
enjoy the night ourselves and went to dinner, and then did some window
shopping just holding hands and talking about nothing.  Just as we got
home, Tony got a text.

   "Hmm, Greg says he sends his love.  That he'll miss us."

   "What?  is it tomorrow?" I asked.  I knew he was leaving early to begin
the drive to his new assignment, but thought it was Sunday as he'd just
said "this weekend" when we saw him mid-week doing his lawn.  He was such a
nice guy, and I adored his young son, Ralphie.  But, they'd be closer to
family in the new assignment so Greg would have help when he needed it.

   We walked into the house through the garage when Tony's phone buzzed
again.  He looked at it and chuckled.

   "Now you getting jokes?" I commented.  He handed me his phone.

   'you n Rita have been such good friends, I will miss you.  she's
beautiful, youre a VERY lucky man.  Guess some fantasies are just that,
lol."

   I read it twice and looked into Tony's eyes.  I knew we had the same
thought.  I didn't know if this was what he had wanted with his long tease,
but I wanted it.

   'maybe not.  R is getting into the shower now.  come over and pull up a
chair outside the pool deck door.  We r going to watch a movie, no telling
what youll see!!!' and handed the phone back to Tony.

   "Hit send, if you're sure," I smiled at him.  "And don't forget to kill
the motion lights." I kissed him hard and went toward our master bath.

   I could feel my heart pounding, heard the thundering in my eyes.  While
showering, I had to work to keep myself from laughing; the nervous
anticipation, more than a tinge of fear, and an overwhelming craving to
reveal myself -- really reveal all of myself -- combined with the crushing
happiness of the foreplay Tony and I shared in my exhibitionism made my
head swirl.  When we'd married I could not have fathomed that I'd be
showing other men my most intimate bits with my husband's encouragement and
approval.  Madness, beyond the pale, completely unacceptable -- and yet it
worked for us, filling and enhancing an incomparable love that grew deeper
each day.

   This was going to be more than role-play, now a very real man, someone I
knew, had dinner with often, who was, along with his son, a part of our
extended family and honestly a quite dear friend would be seeing me.  He'd
told Tony I was a fantasy.  Ready, I rolled the sliding door back and
entered our bedroom in my oversize t-shirt and a pair of gauzy lace purple
panties.  I wanted to make this a strip tease, not just a flash.  Excited,
I felt as if my nipples entered the room seconds before the rest of me.

   Tony smiled and patted the love seat next to him, sitting there in just
a loose pair of gym shorts.  We kissed and he cupped a breast tenderly.  I
shivered.

   "Ready?" he asked.  I smiled and nodded, fearing if I spoke it would be
a scream of 'omigod YES!'

   The TV screen lit up, the starlet wearing an indecently tight dress as
she walked down a busy street.  Then I saw it, in the corner of the screen,
a feed from the home security system, a little screen within the larger
one. It was one of those negative looking things, shot with an infrared
camera at night -- a man in a chair just outside our bedroom door.  I took
Tony's hand and squeezed tight, a wave rolling through my core, my panties
already damp.

   The plot was non-existent, as were most.  Soon I had my shirt up and
Tony had an arm around me, tweaking a nipple as my hand snaked into his
shorts.  My shirt was on the floor, his shorts off.  He sucked each breast
in turn, working hard to not obscure Greg's view.  I watched the screen,
not for the film, but for the shadowy view in the corner.  I was laying
back,one foot on the floor, Tony's hands rubbing me through my panties as I
toyed with my aching breasts, alternately smiling and cringing in pleasure.

   I pushed Tony away.  I stood and slowly twirled, then as if facing away
from Tony to tease his, I lowered my panties and presented Greg my bush.  I
stopped, fascinated as I realized I was seeing his image -- and he was
stroking himself.  I turned back to Tony, fire in my eyes, and knelt, my
back end to the door, and engulfed his stiff cock in my mouth.

   Tony caressed my cheek, bringing me off of him.  "Sit," he patted the
loveseat.  I rose and sat as he slid to the floor and opened my legs wide
simply staring at that which he displayed so blatantly to our guest.  On
the screen, Tony had clicked something and now the little box filled the
whole screen.  Greg was almost touching the door, slid forward on the
chair, and his hand worked the cock I could not make out as I wished I
could.

   Tony lapped at me, then teased, repeatedly tickling my labia and clit,
sucking and tugging at my delicate wings, then sitting back and holding my
folds open.  I watched the screen, delighting in the sight of Greg seeing
me so utterly bared.  I put two fingers into myself and brought them out to
Tony's mouth.  We repeated variations on this, both of us growing more
enthralled.

   I grabbed the sheet we kept folded on the arm of the love-seat and
flipped it out on the floor in front of the TV, - and close to the door. 
"Fuck me," I pushed Tony on his back, his feet almost touching the door,
and climbed on top, taking his engorged cock and guiding it home,
rhythmically rising and falling.  My head spun, I was on ablaze with desire
as I rode Tony, knowing Greg could see my labia embracing his cock and him
plunging into me, curling up and then unfurling my angel wings as I rose up
again.

   My head bowed, hair across my face as I pistoned Tony as deep and hard
as I could, squeezing him with my feminine channel when he was buried in
me. It seemed to last and last.

   "Look," he moaned, pulling hard at my nipples.  I turned, struggling to
focus on the screen.  Greg had a hand on the door frame, his legs pumping
involuntarily -- his other hand a blur as he reached his peak.  His head
fell and he jerked.  I screamed, trying to pull even more of Tony into me
as an overpowering, magnificent wave rolled through my being, my face
contorted in frenzied ecstasy, and felt Tony thrust emptying himself in me.

   "No!" I slapped my hand on his chest as he rested.

   "More," I growled.

   He began to undulate and a series of cataclysmic explosions discharged
in my core and sent tidal waves of bliss to every part of my being.  When
at last I drifted back to Earth, I found myself collapsed on Tony, my
breath ragged and feeling like I'd run two back-to-back marathons.

   He lifted my head gently and pushed the hair back from my face, focusing
on my eyes.  "My God, I love you," he said and tenderly kissed me.

   I crawled off of him and grabbed a pillow from the seat and pulled it to
the ground.  I clicked off the TV and lay next to him on my back holding
his hand, knees up.  For a full minute, maybe more, I opened my legs as
wide as I could, just a couple feet from the glass door, my husband's thick
fluid seeping out of my sated femininity.  Then I curled up next to this
man I adored and loved more than life.  We slept in each other's embrace
right there.

   I don't know how long each of us were lost in our memories as we drove
on.  I relived that first intimate exposure, and pondered the last two
days, the ease, comfort, and satisfaction I felt.  Tony and I were more
than good; we really were madly in love.

   "Ralphie must be about ten now," I said absently, recalling the fullness
of our relationship with Greg.

   'Yeah, I guess.  I think I'll drop Greg a text and see how they're
doing," he answered.

   I smiled at Tony and leaned against his shoulder as we cruised toward
home.