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 ï>¿Rita Explores by KnightlySeducer

   Rita tells of her foray into exhibitionism.

   Rita Explores Ch.  01

   Hi, my name is Rita.  If you've read Movie Nights, you know Tony and I
are married, have two girls, and that about eight years ago Tony brought
home some of "those" movies to spice up our love life.  We both discovered
that I was more turned on by the movies than even Tony had hoped for, and
whether it was just the movies, which I doubt, or the time together to
focus on us and talk about things that through force of habit we'd never
talked about, our love life did improve.

   Tony is, as I have come to understand a lot of guys are, a voyeur.  I
don't mean in a bad way with the judgement society normally places on such
labels.  It's just guys are visual for the most part.  While he loves
watching all women is various states of undress or sexual situations, he is
particularly obsessed with me as the center of his visual universe.

   While I was hesitant to accept or believe it at first, Tony really
enjoys and is aroused by my being seen by other men.  I'd never been one to
seek that sort of thing and didn't consider it right, my sister and I were
raised in a pretty conservative religious household.  On top of that, we
girls were also raised to believe that one guy would be our world for our
entire lives; to death do us part and that sort of thing.

   I'm thirty-seven, one hundred twenty-four pounds and five seven.  Tony
says I'm perfect and I've gotten enough positive feedback these last eight
years to believe that my 35B-25-37 frame can turn heads still.  I'm a
brunette (almost black, really) with thick pubic hair that I trim only
around my labia.  Those are what Tony says are my best feature, but I
didn't always like how I looked 'down there.' As I young woman, I worried
about the length of my inner labia -- they more than peek out of my pussy.

   Tony's always suggested I dress more provocatively.  He calls it
'sexier,' and I did so for him.  Only for him, not really understanding or
wanting to be 'sexier' for anyone else.  We're happily married and I'm a
professional woman, a nurse practitioner in a dermatology practice; I
didn't think it was appropriate to dress scantily.  Through our increasing
intimacy and honesty, and almost as a fluke and after much encouragement/
harassment from my husband, I had an experience with being unintentionally
exposed.  My own reaction was unexpected, and Tony's reaction to my telling
him about it was at once shocking and delightful.  I was actually quite
thrilled by the experience, which confused me.  For Tony, as best as I am
able to comprehend it, it was like both watching and being in one of the
porn movies, - and getting to be the guy who takes the starlet home at
night.

   I've moved beyond trying to explain the why and how of our particular
turn-on.  After much more encouragement from my husband, with assurances
that he truly was turned on by the incident I had and that he wanted me to
explore my own reaction to that, I slowly dipped my toes (and other parts)
into exhibitionism.  Tony has written about how this began and has kept --
unbeknownst to me -- a sort of journal of all that's transpired since. 
He's asked that I relate some of the stories; I think he just wants to
'hear' them again as it arouses him.  To be honest, it does me too!

   It had been about six or seven weeks since the day I had accidently bent
over while grocery shopping and caught a young man of eighteen or nineteen
looking down my blouse.  I still can't explain why I had decided that
particular morning to go without a bra, I hadn't done anything like that
since Tony and I were in college.  When I got back to the house that
morning and told Tony about it, I could see that it really turned him on. I
had tried to play it off as innocent as I had been worried that he'd be
angry, or at least upset.  Instead, I had to confess that I had been
stimulated by the experience as well, and that night he'd expressed that he
wanted me to continue to explore this facet of my sexuality, with the
caveat that we share everything that might happen.

   I was still conflicted about my desire to be noticed by other men as
well as Tony's desire to have me seen in that way.  I was certain that he'd
get jealous and it would cause harm to our marriage if I ever acted out on
the daydreams I'd been having.  I recall nothing too overt, but thinking
about such things as looking at shorter, tighter skirts while shopping,
lighter weight outfits for work (which really shocked me!), and
opportunities that might present themselves for me to 'accidently' expose
some skin.  The daydreams were terribly exciting, but still I hesitated to
act on any of them.

   Then one afternoon Tony called me at work.

   "Hey Babe, I gotta ask a big favor," he started.

   I have no idea why I answered with, "Well, as long as it doesn't involve
me dancing naked on a table somewhere, what is it?"

   He laughed, "Well I don't think it'll get to that, but um...  I'd like
to bring a couple of customers over this evening?"

   I believe my heart skipped a beat.  "Tony, no.  I will not..."

   "Rita, relax, I'm not asking you to do anything," he said lowering his
voice to a hoarse whisper, "though you could definitely pull it off. 
You're gorgeous, and I know that would get us the deal.

   I was stunned, I couldn't believe my ears -- and yet I recall feeling
strangely intrigued.  He was saying he didn't want me to 'do' anything, but
he let me know this could influence a contract for our company.

   "Listen, these guys were in Orlando for a trade show and just drove over
to see the shop.  Bobby and I made a proposal for a pretty big order with
them last month and they wanted to see our set-up to determine if we could
fulfill the order.  We were thinking if we could also spend some time to
build a relationship...."

   I looked over at my nursing assistant who was indicating that my next
patient was in the room waiting.  "Babe, I can't leave early today, I.."

   "No, no problem.  Kim says she'll get the kids together and take them to
your mom's.  She and Bobby will come over, we'll have some drinks and
something to eat, hang around the pool for a couple hours, and then they'll
head back to their hotel."

   "What about food?" I protested weakly.

   "It's okay, we'll just order some delivery.  Nothing fancy, it's just a
chance to make a connection with these guys.  Bobby and Kim are in, so is
it okay?" I could hear the pleading in his voice.  I sensed nothing more
from Tony, but my mind was thinking naughty thoughts.  I'd surreptitiously
been watching some exhibitionist wife videos, feeding my growing curiosity
and fantasies, and all I could think of was that this was some sort of
dare.

   "Fine," I said, then added in a whisper, "but no table dancing."

   "Thanks, Babe, I love you." I could hear the smile and relief in his
voice.

   "Love you too.  I gotta go, okay?"

   "Sure.  Ah, Babe?"

   "What, Tony, I've got a patient waiting?"

   "Could you...," he began very carefully, "Would you consider...."

   "What?"

   "Nothing.  Never mind.  I love you.  See you later, Gorgeous.  Bye." He
hung up.

   Tony had been so patient these last couple months, never bringing up his
desire for me to show myself off.  Never asking if I would or had, just as
he had promised to not obsess, not nag.  He complimented me often, noticed
what I was wearing, but refrained from any sort of overt pushing of the
subject.  He was leaving this up to me.

   I felt myself flush, suddenly warm.  A hundred thoughts ran through my
mind at the same time; randy visions, anticipation, trepidation, glee, and
fear all mingled.  Jiminy, what swimsuit would I wear?  A glance in the
mirror told me which set of thoughts my mind was reacting to, the
barely-there bra I had chosen so wear today might as well have been left at
home as my always responsive nipples pressed forward.

   "Everything okay, Rita?" asked my medical assistant Janine.

   "Yeah, Tony is inviting some clients to the house and wanted to give me
a head's up.  I have to smile all evening, that's all," I responded.

   "Hmm," she said handing me the chart.  "Speaking of head's up, this
might take your mind off tonight."

   I looked at the tablet and back at her.  This had to be some sort of
cruel prank; 28 year-old male with a complaint of a dark spot on the head
of his penis.

   With a little grin and a nudge of my arm, Janine added, "He's cute too,"
and knocked on the exam room door announcing our arrival.

   The Fates were scheming mightily with my emotions.  I see patients all
day long, quite often in nothing but their underwear with a paper gown over
them which I move as I need to examine this mole or spot, that area they
are worried about, or their entire body -- except the genitalia -- for
routine skin exams.  To be honest, it is very much less stimulating than
most folks imagine.  The vast majority of us are not models and even fewer
seemed to be my patients.  Most people look better with clothes on.  This
guy was the exception.

   I glanced over the tablet in my hand to see his pile of clothes on the
chair in the corner, his underwear on top.  I smiled at him, introduced
myself, and asked how he was doing today.  My mind was running over the
exam I had to do, the things I needed to rule out and consider, my
professional checklist.  Something deep inside failed to get the message.
Janine was right - he was cute, reminding me of a professional tennis
player, lithe not bulky, but very much a guy's guy.  Dark hair, piercing
blue eyes, and a nice smile.  Damnit, I wished my nipples were covered with
catcher's mitts, hoping he wouldn't notice.  It would look silly to run
back out and grab the white lab coat I never wore.

   "So, Mr.  Mullins, you're here about spot on your penis?" I said with
professional detachment.  As I made eye contact, I saw his eyes rising from
my chest.

   He blushed at having been caught, an embarrassed grin creasing his lips.
"Ah, yeah."

   His look into my eyes made me warm.

   "Is this a new spot, or have you had it a while?" I asked, seeking to
remain professional.

   "New.  I noticed it about a month ago.  Well, my then girlfriend did..."
again he blushed and grinned, his blue eyes shining.  I couldn't decide if
he was bragging a bit or just trying to get the details right.

   "I see here that you've never had any cancers, and none in the family,
right?  That's a good thing." I said, trying to reassure him.  As I glanced
up from the screen of my tablet, his eyes again rose from my chest.  I
smiled politely, flattered that he was looking at me not as some random
medical widget, but as a woman.  When I told Tony, I knew it would excite
him, it would make him happy that I was being naughty.

   "Well then, I guess we should take a look and see what's going on.  If
you would, let's get you to lie back, okay?" I nodded and Janine reclined
the exam table.  Mr.  Mullins lay back, his hands pressed to the sides of
the gown.  It was an instinctive movement, just about every patient did the
same thing.  In his case, I noticed that apparently his staring at my
too-responsive nipples were having an effect on him.

   Get your mind under control.  You're seeing a patient, be professional.
I turned to snap on some gloves.

   Turning back to him, I saw his eyes shoot up to meet mine.  Tony loved
my ass, and that's where my patient had been looking.  I smiled inside. 
That would make Tony happy too.

   "Alright, then, I'm going to lift the gown and take a look at this spot
you're concerned about.  Just relax," I smiled at him.  Janine stepped to
the other side of the exam table.  Mr.  Mullins crossed his hands over his
chest and looked at the ceiling.  This was not my first genital exam.  A
few times a year we get patients with a spot or rash of concern in the
genital area, but as I said, most are not attractive.  It was the first
time in a long while, certainly I hadn't done an exam of a man's privates
since before Tony and I had started our Friday porn nights.  This was the
first 'real' penis I'd seen other than Tony's in a long time.  I recall I
had butterflies like a young coed.

   I folded the gown up over his waist.  He was about half hard and
reminded me of Tony.  A lot.

   I turned to him, "I'm going to have to touch you, alright?" He stared
into me and made a little nod.

   If you recall high school physics, then you'll understand that when I
touched him, we established what must have been some sort of feedback loop.
It shouldn't have, but taking his penis between two fingers and raising it
to look at the head where he said the spot was excited me.  I felt myself
flush and knew my nipples were as hard as they had ever been.  Whether he
noticed, or simply reacted to my touch, his penis bounced as more blood
flowed in.  The loop, stimulus and response going both ways, was complete.

   I took my magnifying lens out and holding his still hardening penis
upward, examined the spots.

   "There's two, actually, side-by-side," I said, completely returned to
professional status.  "The good news is that they appear to be
angiokeratomas.  Completely benign."

   The same reaction happens with every patient when you tell them they do
NOT have cancer, they exhale the breath they didn't even know they were
holding.

   "Thank god," Mr.  Mullins breathed.

   "If it's okay, I'll just look around a bit and make sure there is
nothing else going on down here?" I said nonchalantly, still holding his
now fully erect penis straight up with my two fingers.  He looked to be a
twin for Tony, I wanted to wrap my hand around to judge the girth to
confirm that, but didn't.  This was going to blow Tony's mind.  I laughed
inside, knowing when I described this all to him he would be as hard as Mr.
Mullins was right now.  Tony would be so happy with me.

   "Have at it, doc" he replied.

   I moved his penis to look along the dorsal and ventral surfaces, then
set it on his belly as I gently scanned the scrotum where angiokeratoma
frequently occur.  The two parts of my brain were both functioning.  The
logical side thoroughly examined the patient with all the acquired
knowledge and experience I had, the imaginative side was dancing with
randy, erotic thoughts.  The room felt warm.

   I straightened and said to him, "Just those two on the head.  Nothing to
worry about, Mr.  Mullins," sincerely happy to deliver good news.  I had
not realized that I had rested my hand on his thigh, I'm sure as part of
the comforting touch we are trained in.  Nor had I pulled his gown back
down.

   He seemed not to have any concern about his nakedness, nor the state of
his penis, so very much like Tony's.

   "Ah, so ah, they won't get any bigger or anything, right?" he asked, his
eyes moving down toward his waist and then up to mine again.

   "No, that shouldn't happen.  It's just some small blood vessels,
capillaries, but nothing that will grow..." I unconsciously looked at his
full penis.  When our eyes met again, I felt myself blush.  He grinned. 
Ohmigod, Tony was going to be thrilled when I shared this afternoon with
him.  He wanted me to flirt, wanted me to tease.  But how would he feel
about me being clothed and in a room with a handsome young man, with an
erect penis inches from my face?  And I'd held him, felt him grow in my
grip?  I'd closely examined his hard cock, his scrotum -- I'd only been
that close to Tony since we married.  Would Tony be happy or upset?  He
looked so much like Tony down there....  Why hadn't I pulled his gown over
him?

   "Doc, that...  those angio thingies, they just don't look good.  Can you
get rid of them?" Mr.  Mullins asked.

   He was cavalierly holding his penis straight up as he looked down at
himself.  Janine and I made eye contact.  We were both flushed and her eyes
were wide.  At twenty-two, I didn't know what kind of experiences she had
with men, but I could imagine Tony doing the same thing.  He'd be hard and
proud to have two women staring at him.

   Mine experiences were limited to Tony and fantasy studs in films since I
got married.  Tony said I always got him hard and had been encouraging me
to tease other men saying I was sexy and could get the same reaction from
them too.  This had to be some sort of set-up by Tony to make me feel good
about myself, to believe I could do the teasing he wanted me to do, right?
He proved his point, I did like that I could excite other guys.  I was
aroused.  Damnit Tony.

   ïSimultaneously, Janine and I looked back at the hard cock pointing to
the ceiling that Mr.  Mullins still gripped, then back at each other.  I
winked at her.  It was kind of fun -- unexpected as it was.  We'd been
professional, had done nothing beyond the scope of practice.  Tony had to
be testing me; I wanted him to be happy and I was happy he was getting me
to explore.  I wanted so desperately to make love to him right that moment.

   "Mr.  Mullins, we can take those off, either by laser or by freezing
them off.  Why don't you get dressed and I'll have Janine bring you in some
information on the procedures.  Just call the office when you decide and
we'll get you scheduled.  Either will take about fifteen minutes.  It was a
pleasure to meet you, and I'm glad it was nothing serious."

   I pulled off my gloves, tossed them in the trash and exited the room,
Janine on my heels.  I headed to the restroom to make sure the dampness I
was feeling was not showing through my scrubs.  I needed a moment to gather
myself, think about what I was feeling.

   After splashing some cool water on my face and making sure there was no
'leakage' on my scrubs, I realized why I was flustered.  In seven years, I
had never had a patient who had gotten fully hard.  Genital exams weren't
rare -- though certainly not frequent - but the gents were generally older,
and more nervous or embarrassed than aroused.  Mr.  Mullins had been eying
me, and I let myself believe that's why he had become aroused, and why I
had gotten all bothered in response.

   Well, that was certainly different I thought to myself.  And it was fun,
maybe Tony is right that I am attractive to other men.  I shook my head at
my own naughtiness and walked out to finish the day.

   Still four more patients on the schedule, I prayed they were all old and
unattractive.

   2

   "@Bo-Peeps.  home 1 hr," Tony's text read as I got in the car.  I just
shook my head.  Of course they had to stop at a strip joint for a drink
before coming home for dinner.  Boys.  I didn't mind, really, I trusted
Tony completely and, like the porn films, watching naked women always got
him going.  But, damnit, he was bringing these men to our home and we were
going to sit by the pool and chat.

   "where r my suits?," I typed back.  After my adventure of wearing the
thin one piece a couple months back, my "mom suits," as Tony called them,
seemed to have gone missing.  They'd been replaced with another even more
transparent -I didn't believe it was possible!  -- one piece and two little
bikinis, one yellow and the other red.  I'd worn them all in the ensuing
weeks, my white flanks now nicely tanned, but that had been with just Tony
and the girls.  I'd meet Tony naked at the front door if he asked, I adored
making him happy, but I was not meeting strangers like that or in any of
the suits in my drawer.  The afternoon had already been interesting enough.

   That cock was really nice, I smiled, inhaling deeply.  "Stop!" I said
out load, trying to get my mind off the warmth in my body.

   "top rht" was Tony's succinct reply a minute later.

   "NO, MY suits!!" I sent back, still wondering if Mr.  Mullins was
something Tony had set up trying to get me in the mood for something else.
I flipped the dial to turn the AC up a bit.  The car was getting warm.

   I lifted the phone to find Kim texting me too.  "WTF, B just txt 2 wear
red scrunch bottom!"

   Well, it wasn't just Tony, the boys wanted us both to be eye candy.  Kim
killed the red bikini, and the scrunch bottom not only flattered her
fabulous figure but had a tendency to ride up and become a semi-thong. 
That and the not-big-enough top had her spilling out any way she moved.

   "top rht.  pleeeeeze" was Tony's response seconds later.  I laughed
looking at it.

   "u sur?" I typed, my heart racing.  Did I want him to say yes?  I did. I
looked into the mirror and saw I was flushed, - and smiling.

   My mind went back many years, when Bobby was in the Marines and Kim was
struggling to earn some extra money.  Junior enlisteds don't earn enough to
survive, a sad fact scarcely reported on.  They and their families have to
not only perform their full-time military duties but work extra jobs to
make ends meet.  Around most bases, it makes for a tight job market.

   The emoji from Tony was of a lustfull happy face with the tongue out.  I
giggled.

   "up for another Walter's???" I texted Kim.  She'd called me back then, I
was a junior in college, and asked if I could use some extra money to help
her out.  I drove up that Friday and on a Saturday that I would always
remember, we were 'hostesses' at Walter somebody's bachelor party.  I was
young and open to trying things, and it sounded like fun.  It was scary and
exciting, I figured it would be the one time I would ever try anything like
that.  The French maid outfits mostly stayed on, well, for the better part
of the evening.  By the time we left, we were both topless and I seem to
recall that Kim only had on the skirt, no panties.  Maybe it was both of
us. We giggled and burst out laughing often on the way back to her tiny
apartment, streaking in from the parking lot after midnight.  I don't know
if she ever told Bobby; Tony has not heard the story.

   "OMG, u think?" she shot right back.  That was followed up with a
request for me to delete the text string.  Obviously Bobby did not know
about this long-ago party either.  Or the others that Kim had done with
other hostesses....  Sister secrets.

   [I realized just now that when Tony reads this, I'll have to explain
about that party.  Oh, well, he'll enjoy the tale.  We've come a long way
and he'll probably wonder why I took a long break from letting other guys
see me, about eleven years.  Odd that we fall into roles of what we should
and shouldn't behave like and let that dictate so much of our lives.]

   "ok, NP.  Heels?" I responded as I pulled out of the drive from work.

   "Heels!" came back, with a bug-eyed happy face.  I turned toward the
house as warm as I had been earlier, my heart racing.  I wanted Tony happy.

   As I pulled into our driveway, Tony texted again.  "leaving about 30min.
Food?"

   I was a jumble of nerves.  Excited that this opportunity was presenting
itself and scared that I wouldn't be able to do it.  And that I might!  Kim
would be here, and Bobby too.  Kim and I had seen each other naked since we
were kids, but Bobby.  I'd kept covered up the last time we were together
by the pool, this time, if I could actually do this, he'd be seeing a lot.
And these two other guys.  Ohmigod!  Please don't let them be fat pigs, or
slimy creeps.  I wanted to do this.  I wanted to for me, and wanted so much
for Tony to be happy.  I wanted him proud of me, that I could fulfill his
desires in every way.  Oh, that pretty cock on Mr.  Mullins, I thought, and
wondered would they get hard too?

   I stopped the car and sat still.  I took several long, slow, deep
breaths to calm myself.  Tony had been encouraging me, he wanted to show me
off.  I wanted to do this for him.  Bobby wanted Kim to show off too, I'd
have her backing me up, I wouldn't be alone.  Maybe Kim wasn't as nervous
as me, she'd always shown a lot of skin.

   I smiled, calm.  I knew what I was going to wear, which heels I'd
choose. I loved Tony and wanted this for him.  I loved that he loved and
supported me, that he gave me the courage and the freedom to do this.  It
was a tease, foreplay between my husband and myself, everyone else just
props for our love-making.

   "food?" his text asked again.

   "PIZZA delivery, if u DARE" I giddily sent back.

   A string of thumping heart emojis came back on my phone as Kim pulled up
in the driveway next to me.

   We heard the car doors close.

   "Ready?" Kim asked, pushing out her chest.

   "No," I giggled, re-tying the coverup around my hips and taking a last
glance in the mirror.  I opted for the light teal one piece.  My areola and
nipples were quite obvious, and it was apparent they wanted to be seen. 
Tony wants this, you want this.  Relax.

   We met the guys as they came in through the garage, both of us standing
casually in the kitchen, each with a wine cooler in our hands.  Liquid
courage.  "Hi," we both chimed and clicked in our heels over to our
respective husbands, pressing our nearly nude bodies to them and kissing
deeply.  The two guests entered after them and stood in stunned silence as
Tony and Bobby were greeted by their Stepford wives.

   "I see you two are ready for the Jacuzzi," Tony said as if this were a
natural occurrence.

   "We wanted to wait for you guys, and not come in all drippy," Kim smiled
at the two strangers.  "Hi, I'm Kim, Bobby's wife," she offered her hand.

   "Herbert," the closer one answered trying not to gape at Kim's swaying
breasts as she stepped to him.  "Call me Bert."

   She shook hands with him, intentionally making sure other parts shook
too.  "So nice to meet you."

   I came past Tony and extended my hand to the other man.  "And I'm Rita,
obviously I'm Tony's wife." He couldn't even pretend to not be looking at
my all but naked breasts that practically preceded my hand in reaching him.
I was surprisingly calm, and so hot!

   "Mic, Mic Dawson," he said, finally looking up to my face.  I smiled
broadly.

   "Mic, Bert, it's a pleasure to meet you both." I smiled as I shook
Bert's hand in greeting.  "Welcome to our home.  There's drinks over on the
counter, beer in the fridge, and a Jacuzzi waiting for all of us.  Pizza
should be here in a bit.  We'll let you boys get settled and meet you
outside, okay?"

   I caught Tony's eyes which were quite wide and seemed very happy, and
winked, walking to him and giving him a big hug.

   "I love you, don't be long," I kissed him and started toward the lanai.

   He whispered as I parted, "I love you.  You're so beautiful.  Thank
you."

   I floated out to the lanai, proud of myself and of our love.

   "I guess that's my cue," smiled Kim and turned with her drink in her
hand to join me.  She had no coverup wrap, so her beautiful, firm ass swung
for their appreciation.  She took about three or four steps, then turned in
profile and said "Oh, you do have suits, don't you?  If not, maybe you can
borrow some," then shrugging, winked and said, "or whatever," and proceeded
to the lanai swinging her hips.

   "Too much?" I asked Kim as she came up next to me.

   "You, no.  That last bit with 'whatever' from me, probably," Kim
chuckled.

   "You don't think..., I mean, Tony's got just one suit?" I giggled.

   "Oh!" Kim said surprised.  "Well," she clinked her bottle against mine,
"the boys set this up, they should have figured that out.  We got our
suits, that's their problem." Then she began to giggle too.

   "Ready," I asked taking a deep breath.

   "Let's," she winked at me.  I unwrapped the coverup and bent to set it
on a lounge chair.  We both bent at the waist to slip off our heels, making
sure that we were where all eyes could see our backsides.  I knew my suit
was gathering as I straightened up but made no attempt to fix it.  Kim
didn't fix hers either as I could see.  We both walked to the jacuzzi and
slipped into the bubbling water.

   The guys came out and sat with their drinks in chairs facing us,
continuing to talk among themselves.  We each raised our drinks to the
others.  After five minutes, Kim seemed perturbed.

   "I know they're talking business, but this isn't as fun as I hoped. 
Let's go ask if they're coming in," she suggested.

   I'd worn this suit one other time, and I knew that when I got wet, like
I was now, this was completely see-through.  I knew that when I put it on,
but suddenly I wasn't sure I could get out and actually let Bobby, Mic, and
Bert see...everything.  There was some opacity when it was dry, though not
much.  Everything showed when it was wet.  I knew too that Tony loved the
look, he'd gushed over me the other time I'd worn this, - for us.  He'd
told me how erotic it would be for me to wear this around other men, but I
was suddenly concerned that he might not want me to do this in front of
clients.

   Kim began to raise herself up.  Her suit was unlined, and while you
could 'see' every bump, it was still opaque.  "Well, you coming?" she
asked.

   "Ask Tony to get me another drink, wouldya?"

   "C'mon," Kim encouraged me.

   I stood facing her, just my top half above water, then sat again.

   Kim's mouth was open.  "Ree, you might as well be naked," she whispered,
her eyes wide.

   I smiled.  "I know, Kay-kay.  Tony knows too.  He bought this for me,
and he says he wants me to...he wants to show me off.  I need to hear him
tell me it's okay, with these guys here.  With Bobby here."

   She squeezed my hand.  "Bobby's always said the same thing to me, about
showing me off.  Has since college, but I'm a freakin extrovert anyhow. 
Hell, I loved cheerleading just so I could show off my panties," she
laughed.  "I sent him naughty pics while he was overseas, and he told me he
was showing them around.  I did the hostess thing for the thrill as much as
the money, maybe more than the money.  But, Ree, that's not you."

   I smiled broadly looking her in the eyes.  "Kay-kay, I want it to be. 
Tony wants me to, he says it makes him happy to think about, and I want to
have other guys look at me.  The thought excites me so much, but I don't
want to hurt Tony, or do anything that will hurt our marriage."

   She laughed.  "Really?  You want to?"

   I nodded, "Really.  I, me, I want to.  I think about it all the time.  I
want to make Tony happy."

   "We're a weird damn family," my big sister said as she dipped into the
water up to her neck.  "What would mom and pop think of the two floozies
they raised?" she asked, wiggling below the surface adjusting her suit
bottom to show almost all her ass.  Then she leaned over and made sure her
breasts were close to popping out of the top before she exited the jacuzzi.

   "I'll send Tony over with your drink and see if I can entice the guys to
join us.  I love ya, sis."

   "I love you too, Kay-kay."

   I was smiling, recalling how mom would describe any girl that showed any
skin or wore what she considered an 'improper' skirt or dress as a floozie,
how we weren't ever to be like that.  Obviously, the lesson hadn't taken
with either of us.

   Tony came over and squatted down next to the jacuzzi, handing me my
drink.  I swallowed the half bottle I stilled nursed and handed it to him
in exchange.

   "Rita, I love you.  You are the most striking, most exquisite, most
sensuous, most erotic creature the gods have ever created.  I'm so proud of
you and so very happy that you are exploring your desire to share your
beauty with others," he enthused.

   "So you're okay with me getting out and letting them see me?"

   "I'd be more than delighted and It would make me very, very happy.  But
only if it's what you want," Tony responded looking at me with love.

   I stood and offered Tony my free hand as I stepped up on the seat of the
jacuzzi and out.



   Rita Explores Ch.  02

   The night with Bert and Mic, and the aftermath.

   The night had been intoxicating, and not just from the wine coolers I
seemed to have constantly in my hand.  After getting Tony's assent to leave
the jacuzzi, I felt four sets of eyes, five if I include Kim's, on me as I
made my way to where the guys were seated.  The lanai lights were all on, I
might as well have been on a stage.  Tony had stepped aside to toss my
empty in the recycle bin, so Bobby, Bert and Mic had an unobstructed view
as I approached where they sat, and Tony got to see me from behind.

   Kim had been standing and talking to the guys for a couple minutes when
I arrived, one of her breasts showing a bit of areola.

   "Well, hello," said Mic, sitting up in his chair.

   "Are you sure these two aren't models?" asked Bert tapping Bobby on the
knee.

   "I've told Rita for years that she could easily do modeling," Tony
chimed in as he came and took a seat with the other gentlemen, a fresh
drink in his hand.

   "Tony and I don't know how we got so lucky," said Bobby putting his hand
on Kim's bottom and giving her a squeeze.

   "Behave," Kim said, putting her hand on Bobby's.

   "Or share," added Mic, which brought a bit of laughter from the guys.

   I remember smiling, but not sure why.  My tummy did a little flip-flop,
not sure where this was leading, yet at the same time I felt calm.  Tony
was there, which reassured me and I knew things would be fine; I was doing
this for him.

   The next fifteen or twentyminutes continued with much banter and many,
many innuendoes as Kim and I stood being devoured by the hungry eyes of
Tony, Bobby, Mic, and Bert.  It was arousing being wanted like that, just
as Tony had told me it would be.  None of the guys was shy about
rearranging their pants, letting me know of their own arousal which was
quite exciting, but it was comforting too that Mic and Bert, while
obviously appreciative, never overtly suggested anything and kept a
respectful distance.  LOL, if three or four feet is respectful.

   I was dying for everyone to leave so Tony and I could make love, this
foreplay was killing me.  I knew my nipples wanted to poke through the
sheer fabric and the heat between my legs screamed to find release.  As I
shifted, I could feel the bottom of my suit ride up, increasing my exposure
and the thrill of being seen.  Then the doorbell rang.

   "Wanna get that, Babe?" Tony smiled.  At the same instant his hand,
hidden from observation behind me, pulled the bottom of my suit up tight,
fully exposing my ass and adding pressure to my labia, emphasizing their
swollen fullness.  I nearly buckled.  I knew without looking that his
motion had also allowed a fair amount of public hair, not hardly hidden
anyhow by the transparent suit, to protrude out along the sides.  Ohmigod,
I wanted to jump him right there!  I was relaxed and feeling very frisky.

   "Sure, hon," I said, bending to kiss him and showing my ass to Kim and
Bobby, actually unconcerned about anything else that might have been
showing.

   My first Pizza Dare was about to happen!

   The guy was about thirty, I guessed, and seemed unfazed when I opened
the door and stood there before him.  He did take a rather slow perusal of
my all-but-nude body but said nothing.

   "Like?" I asked, unable to stifle myself.

   I guess he wasn't unfazed, just in shock.  "Fuuuuuck," he exhaled
quietly.  I smiled.  My emotions were a complete mess, too many signals
conflicting and the rush of adrenaline amplifying everything.  I'd thought
I'd freak but I didn't and assumed the wine coolers where helping make this
fun instead of nerve-wracking.

   "Do you have something for me?" I glanced at his tenting shorts,
grinning.

   "Huh?" he responded, his eyes glued to my swollen pubic area.  Obviously
a pussy guy, not a breast guy as I could have blinded him with my pokies.

   "Pizza?"

   "Yeah," he answered and set the container down at my feet and knelt,
less than a foot from me to pull out the two pies.  He did it by feel, his
eyes still locked on my aroused pussy.  The attention was exhilarating, ten
times more than I'd felt at having my breasts seen weeks previous.

   I took the pies from his hands and turned to find our party at the
kitchen counter, all watching.  I strode proudly to the kitchen and set the
pies down on the counter.

   "He's still watching," Tony said with a smile, nodding back over my
shoulder.

   "There should be a couple cokes, too," Bobby interjected.

   Tony smiled at me and said, "Be a naughty girl, beautiful."

   I took two steps back and then leaned forward on the counter, bending at
my waist.  I could feel the edges of the suit roll and pull into my labia
as they slipped around the material.  It was hallucinogenic, knowing what I
was doing, how blatantly I was letting this stranger see my most intimate
self.

   I straightened, looking into Tony's eyes.  He mouthed "I love you," and
I returned his smile.

   "Kay-kay, can you get the cokes and give the guy some sort of tip?" I
asked and then stepped up and took a seat on one of our bar stools, my legs
open and fours sets of eyes fucking me.

   "Anyone hungry?" I toyed dangerously, reaching for the top pizza box and
flipping it open.  Ohmigod, I can't believe I just said that.  My eyes met
Tony's, which were purely lustful.  I hope you are enjoying this, my
darling.  It's for you!

   2

   The alarm startled the shit out of me.  I was completely disoriented. 
And nude!  Ohmigod, my head.

   "Tony!" I called in a panic.

   "Right here, beautiful," he answered as he came into the room with a cup
of coffee.  "How you doing?"

   Tears began to roll down my cheeks.  He set the coffee on the nightstand
and sat next to me, taking me in his arms.  "What's the matter?"

   "Oh Tony, what have I done?" I sobbed.  "Last night...."

   "Last night, you were more beautiful, more erotic, more exciting than
you have ever been.  You let others see the gorgeous woman that you are,
and you seemed to very much like the attention.  You made me very happy and
proud to be your husband."

   After the pizza guy....  Oh shit, when I bent over, and then I sat on
the stool.....  "Tony, they all saw my pussy!"

   He chuckled.

   "Are you crazy?!" I screamed, staring into him.  "It's not funny.  Those
two men saw my....  oh god..." I put my head in my hands.

   Tony put his hand under my chin and raised my head to look at him.

   "Yeah, they saw most of your pussy.  So did Bobby.  And the pizza guy,
after Kim showed him her boobs and brought him in to see you sitting on the
bar stool with your pussy exposed.  Well, most of it anyhow...," he smiled.
"and I was so proud of you, Ree, the way you were exploring your desire to
be seen."

   I didn't understand, couldn't remember.  "Tony, what happened?  Did
I...."

   "You didn't anything babe.  We thanked the pizza guy and sent him on his
way.  Kim stayed topless -- she has great boobs and big nipples that stand
out as amazingly as yours- and you sat in the stool munching on pizza and
having another cooler.  Pretty cool, too, to see those amazing pussy lips
sticking out, with the suit up your middle.  The guys really thought you
looked so very beautiful." Tony finished, completely without concern.

   "You just let them look?" I asked, shocked.

   "Babe, it's what you wanted.  You choose the suit, you didn't fix it
when it rose up, you bent to have it tuck into your pussy, and you jumped
up in the barstool and opened your legs facing us." He said
matter-of-factly.  "I loved that you did it, Ree.  But I didn't do anything
because it's what you wanted.  You wanted the guys to see you, right?"

   "I guess, yeah." I surrendered.  "But....nothing else happened, right? I
can't..., it's fuzzy.  I don't remember everything clearly.  Were there
pictures?" I asked with some concern.

   "Kim let the pizza guy get a selfie with her.  And Bert and Mic got
selfies with her too."

   "Thanks," I said sheepishly.  "I guess I should have been easier on the
wine coolers."

   "Bert and Mic gave us the contract!" Tony smiled.

   "Oh hon, that's great," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could
muster.

   "Kim's going to talk with you.  The guy said they can never get
good-looking women to work their booth at trade shows.  All they get is
dopey bimbos, not together women like you two.  They want you two to work
their next show," Tony finished.

   "Tony, I don't know..."

   "It's good money, babe.  Kim seemed real interested and Bobby said
sure."

   My eyebrow went up.  "They made this offer with me leg spread on the
barstool and Kim topless, and you think it's a good idea?"

   "Ree, I would never do that.  I told them you would have to talk with
Kim and decide on your own," Tony retorted, a hurt look on his face.

   "You know, it would be out of town.  You could, if you wanted, flirt a
bit, show a bit of yourself, if you wanted," Tony suggested hesitantly. 
"it would be hot, and you could call and tell me all about it.  Think of
the great love-making we'd do when you got home -- and with extra cash to
buy nice stuff for yourself."

   "Babe, I don't think it..."

   "Just think about it, okay.  It's totally up to you.  I'll support your
decision a hundred percent, okay.  But, it would be hot," he smiled.

   "You swear to God that nothing happened last night?  This contract is
not IF we do this show stuff?" my instincts on edge.

   "What?  NO.  We begin work on the contract next week, the show they were
talking about isn't for a couple months.  In Atlanta.  If you and Kim
decide to do it, you could drive up, and if everything isn't cool, just
leave when you want," he answered, seeming genuinely hurt by my query.

   I caressed his face.  "I'll think about it, okay?"

   "That's all I want you to do.  You were so erotic yesterday, so
beautiful.  I love you, Rita," Tony smiled, running his hands over my naked
breasts.  My girls couldn't help but respond, fueled by what I could
remember of yesterday.  Ohmigod, I'd done it, I'd let other men see my
body!

   3

   Somehow, I made it to work on time and with a pretty clear head.  Not a
good deal of recall, just flashes of memories, but I trusted Tony when he
said nothing happened.  The first few patients in the morning were routine
stuff, but at 10:15 -- I remember the time very expressly -- Janine came
into my office and closed the door.

   "What's up?" I asked, barely raising my head from the computer screen.

   "Rita," she said in a hushed tone, "there's a woman here to see you. 
Police, I think."

   "What?  About what?"

   "She just said it's a private matter.  She's insisting fairly strongly."

   "What makes you think she's police?  Did she give you a card or
anything? Show a badge?" I asked skeptically.

   "It's just her manner, I guess.  She said to give you this," Janine said
handing me the stapled shut piece of paper in her hand.

   I recall rolling my eyes as I tore it open.  Then they went wide.  My
heart began to race.  "We need to talk about Herbert Kleeman and Mic
Dawson," it read.

   I looked at my schedule.  "Janine, I'll see her," I said as calmly as I
could.  "Tell the next patient I'm running a little behind, okay?"

   "Everything alright, Rita?"

   "Yeah," I smiled, "just something I forgot to take care of.  Some papers
to sign for a bank loan," I lied.

   "Alright.  I hope you guys get the loan.  For the business?" she was
chipper.  "She looked more like a cop than a banker, though."

   "Yep, you guessed it." I smiled and closed my computer.  "Loan officers
are just as bad."

   She entered my office and closed the door behind herself, taking the
seat in front of my desk.

   "Mrs.  Gunter, thank you for seeing me," she said in a pleasant tone. 
"I'm Special Agent Baglioni of the FBI," she announced as she handed me her
card and produced her badge/ID, just like in the movies.

   "What's this about?" I asked a little shaken.

   "You recognize the names on the paper?" she asked, extending her hand.
"By the way, may I have that back, please?"

   I handed her the paper.  "They're business associates of my husband and
brother-in-law.  What's this all about?"

   "Neither you or your family are in trouble.  We're investigating Mr. 
Kleeman and Mr.  Dawson.  I'm going to be very frank with you, but nothing
I tell you can leave this room.  Do you understand?"

   My fight or flight alarms all sounded at once.  I crossed my arms on my
chest and nodded.

   I learned that there was a nearly year-long investigation of Mic and
Bert, the two men who had been in my home last night, who had seen me
essentially naked In my sheer swimsuit, for racketeering, extortion, money
laundering and prostitution!  - and one woman was missing.  As the pieces
had come together in this multi-jurisdictional, multi-state investigation,
the FBI had discovered a pattern where Mic and Bert cultivated
relationships online with men who wanted to share their wives, or wanted to
learn how to get their wives to live that lifestyle.  They would then use
the wives via blackmail as prostitutes to further their business
relationships across the country.

   In turn, they would use the 'affairs' these women had to blackmail and
extort their so-called partners, or use the blackmail to get into other
businesses, either using their businesses as fronts for money laundering
operations or taking them over themselves and leaving the families broken.
The FBI had hundreds of videos and photos of these 'shared wives' as
evidence already.  The woman who was missing; it was her husband who had
first gone to the FBI ten months earlier.

   Tears were running down my face as Agent Baglioni finished her summary.

   "Mrs.  Gunter, I am not here to judge.  These two men exploit human
weakness, and unfortunately, if there is a weakness of any type, someone
will try to take advantage."

   "Does Tony know?" I asked weakly.

   "What these two do?  No, it's early in the process, and honestly, most
men....  It's how these guys work, they're like Svengalis.  They find a man
with a weakness and convince him that it's normal to want to share their
wife.  Maybe just photos to start with, or on chats, videos.  A lot of
times, that's all we have on them, is possession of these items and
unfortunately that is not illiegal unless it involves minors or the women
were coerced.  Like you, every woman I've spoken with wanted to do this for
their husbands, they thought it would help their marriages to be a little
more playful or daring.  Plus, these guys have contracts -- it's amazing
that folks sign stuff without reading and understanding what's they are
agreeing to.  Hidden in the contracts we've been able to obtain is a clause
about being allowed to use photos and videos of the business, the owners --
and their families -- for promotion and publicity purposes.  The
compounding issue is when they find business owners, when there is
something they can monetize...  then it gets dangerous for everyone.  The
husband thinks it's for his wife, no harm no foul, if she wants to pose for
other men.  It verifies what Kleeman and Dawson have fed them about 'hot
wives,' the storyline found all over the internet.  She goes along because
she's told his business will suffer or the family will be completely
bankrupted.  Whole families get destroyed because these evil men exploit
and use people."

   I sat in stunned silence, tears continuing to trickle down my face.  I
couldn't breathe.  Tony and I loved each other desperately.  How dare these
men, anyone, take how we expressed that love for each other and turn it
into something dirty and abuse it!  I had struggled, but I did admit to
myself I liked being seen.  Tony was turned on by that.  It hurt no one! 
Why would these, these....how could they take that?!?!

   "What do you want?" I asked with resolve.

   "First, you can't tell anyone about this right now.  Not Tony, Bobby, or
Kim, no one for the present.  Second, because we're following Kleeman and
Dawson already, we are aware of what transpired last night at your home..."

   "You were there?" I shot.  "What?  You recorded us somehow, videoed us?
What, damnit?" I said sitting up.

   "Rita, I am not here to judge.  It was a legitimate surveillance to
gather evidence on suspects and.."

   "Video or audio?" I asked coolly.

   "Both.  As well as all electronics, all your phones and theirs," she
answered evenly.

   "Fuck you.  I want that all out of my house right away, you understand?"

   Agent Baglioni glanced at her watch.  "All of it was gone an hour ago.
I'm sorry, but it was necessary." The professional detachment was galling.
"But we'll continue to monitor your phones.  That's likely how they'll
contact you and Kim."

   "Did you enjoy watching?" I snapped.

   "I want to get these two foul men into a federal prison for the rest of
their lives.  I'm a woman, Rita, I understand that what transpires between
loving partners is personal, intimate.  I don't judge that at all, whatever
two consenting adults choose to do in the privacy of their bedroom is
between them.  But when it becomes involuntary for one or the other, when
crime is involved, it's my job to make a case and put the criminals behind
bars," Agent Baglioni responded with some passion.

   She leaned forward, "Rita, I know this is a lot to take in.  I believe
that Tony is being manipulated by these guys just as much as you are." She
smiled and leaned on the desk, "We all share bedroom fantasies with those
we love.  It's good and can be very healthy, it can add spice to the
relationship."

   I nodded.

   "What Kleeman and Dawson do is wrong.  They take that love and intimacy
and they prey on it, they corrupt it, and they hurt people.  I would like
you to help us put an end to that."

   "I...  what would I need to do?" I asked.  If Tony was being manipulated
by these guys, if they wanted to hurt my family, there was almost nothing I
wouldn't do to protect us.

   "To begin with, over lunch I'd like you to come to this address," Agent
Baglioni said, handing me a business card.  "We'd like to run some labs on
you."

   "What?" I asked confused.

   "Rita, how clear is your memory of last night?"

   Panic flooded my system.  "Tony said nothing happened," I whispered.

   "Rita," she said as I began to cry.  She took my hand.  "Rita, Tony is
being manipulated by them.  We suspect they are doping their victims early
on, later it is about coercion and blackmail, threats to their
families...."

   "What..."

   "They have some pictures," she said, taking a tablet she had with her
and placing it on my desk.  "We believe that they 'helped' you relax and
then forget about last evening.  It's likely Tony and Bobby were unaware,
believing you and Kim were completely willing,..that your actions were
freely made.  Probably a combination of GHB and Rohypnol.  We need to test
for those, or find out what they gave you and Kim before it's out of your
systems, as we suspect it's very low doses."

   "Tony said they took pictures with Kim," I breathed in disbelief.

   The agent tapped the tablet and turned it to me.  "Remember, they are
brilliantly evil.  They are manipulating Tony too, and I'm sure he thinks
this is what you want, what will help your marriage."

   I looked in stunned horror at several pictures of Kim and I together,
big smiles on our faces as we posed topless -- my suit pulled down.  Then
there were three or four of each of us fully nude with each of the guys.  I
was smiling and appeared happy in each.  The tears had stopped, now I was
furious.

   "We pulled these off their phones, and as far as we can tell they have
not sent them or uploaded them anywhere."

   "Well, delete them!" I demanded.

   "Rita, we can't do that.  If we do, they'll know they are being
monitored."

   I seethed, but I understood.  I looked at the tablet again.  I looked
happy to have Tony holding me as I stood nude and posed with him by our
pool, but I looked just as content to have Bobby with his arm around me. 
And was unfazed and smiling with Bert and Mic with their arms around me --
I suspected each grabbing an ass cheek from the angle of their arms at my
waist- and each holding a breast!  I didn't remember any of it, though I
vaguely thought there had been pictures.  I wanted to shower and I wanted
to scream.  I wanted these bastards to go to jail.

   "I'll be there," I said to Baglioni as I waved the card.  "Then what? 
How do we get these pigs?"

   4

   Kim called me at work the following Wednesday and asked to meet for
lunch.  After some chit-chat, she lowered her voice and leaned across the
table.

   "Ree, I...ah...  did we have too much to drink at your place the other
night?  That Mic guy called and asked about working at some convention or
something up in Atlanta," she said, then making air quotes added "as we
discussed." I don't remember any discussion?"

   "He called you?"

   "Yeah, this morning, just before I called you about lunch," Kim
responded.

   "Hmm, I got a call from him too.  Said he and Bert liked how we looked
in our swimsuits and wanted us to agree to be hostesses or something."

   "Yeah, that's the word he used -- hostess.  I know we were both sipping
those coolers pretty good, Ree, but I don't......" she looked concerned. 
"Ree, I don't remember part of the evening.  Bobby says, well, he says
everything was cool," her eyes teared up.  "But I woke up naked and it was
pretty obvious Bobby had fucked me.  Not made love...  I was sore, not like
usual sore, and I don't remember it," she finished as a tear ran from each
eye.

   I took her hands.  "I don't remember part of it either, Kim.  I woke up
naked the next day too, but Tony says nothing happened."

   "Why would both of us not remember?  That's not right."

   Within seconds, both our phones buzzed text notifications.  As Agent
Baglioni had predicted, we were getting 'invites' to be hostesses at the KD
Enterprises hospitality suite at the industry convention in Atlanta in four
weeks.  So it began.

   The FBI had spoken to a few women during the past months and had shared
their best guess of what would transpire, and how I was going to get hard
evidence on these two slimy worms.  The invite was expected.

   "It was nice to meet you and Herb," I typed, "but I don't think I would
be comfortable doing any kind of hostessing.  BTW, my suit was for Tony."

   "What did you say?" Kim asked.  I showed her my phone.

   "That's way more polite than I am going to be," she said as she began to
type.  "NO!  I am not interested at all.  Loose my number!" she finished
and hit send.

   We both got the same response, "Please reconsider.  Mic"

   "Right," Kim said looking at her phone.

   "Ignore him.  Let's order," I smiled trying to act like I didn't know
where this was going.

   Lunch went well enough, but over the following week we both got more
messages from Mic and Bert.  They began politely and were filled with
compliments about our attractiveness and what fine hostesses we had been.

   Simultaneously, Tony and Bobby got their first order from KD
Enterprises. It was much larger than they had expected, something they
couldn't possibly meet.  A phone call with Bert led to a solution, KDE
would extend them a loan to purchase the new equipment and would simply
take payments out of the contract over time.  Tony and Bobby would have
much greater production capacity and would thus be able to take on other
jobs, so it would be a win all around.  We'd grow without a huge debt load,
and had a steady client to keep us going until we grew.

   "Are you going to have anyone look over the contract?" I asked Tony when
he told me about it.

   "I don't know, a lawyer is going to cost a bunch," he seemed
unconcerned. "Besides, they're good guys.  It helps them and it helps us.
Let's not rock the boat."

   I was about to object when Tony added, "Hey, Bert says he asked you and
Kim to help them out in Atlanta and you both said no.  What's up?  I
thought you liked them."

   "I mean, they seemed like nice guys, but it's Atlanta," I began, though
my skin crawled saying they were nice guys.  "You won't be there, babe. 
I'm not comfortable with that," I said sick with worry.

   Tony wrapped his arms around me.  "You and Kim will be together, and
it's only for two days." Cupping my breasts he said "think of the way you
could tease those businessmen, how hot that would be and how happy I'd be
to hear about it."

   "I am uncomfortable, Tony.  I don't think that's what a hostess does,
but if that's what Mic and Bert are expecting, well I just don't think.."

   "Rita, a hospitality suite is where the guys come after all the hours
standing around on the convention floor trying to promote their companies.
The sponsor, Bert and Mic, their company, provides free drinks and finger
food.  It's a time for folks to get to know each other and make deals. 
They hire pretty women to serve the drinks and chat up the guys, to keep
the atmosphere relaxed.  That's all."

   "So, a bunch of drunk guys away from home?" I pushed his hands from my
breasts.

   "It's not like that," Tony insisted.  "Do you want me to talk with Bert
and see what he's expecting?  Has he said anything about expecting anything
from you or Kim other than hostessing?"

   "Well, no," I admitted.

   "You're beautiful Ree, and bright.  I'm sure that's all he and Mic are
looking for.  You and Kim really helped us seal the deal with them.  Think
how this is going to help our family.  Now they're even helping us grow
more with the new equipment.  Just say you'll think about it, okay?"

   The resolve of the messages from Bert and Mic grew over the next week,
becoming more insistent.  And Kim's objections were collapsing with Bobby's
quiet support of the idea and how it would help the company and the family.
He reminded her of how she'd kept his spirits up when he was in the
Marines. His spirits and those of his buddies, with her photos.  He
reminded her with more love-making than had been happening in years.  He
was telling her how hot that was, and how she'd be making sure Bert and Mic
were happy, that it would probably lead to many other contracts.  Kim was
seeing positives in the proposal, but still not convinced.

   The other shoe dropped, as I had been briefed to expect by the FBI which
I was meeting with after work twice a week, when Bert sent a message asking
for our sizes for our "waitress apparel." His guess was pretty damn close.
I sent a response saying flat out I wasn't going to Atlanta.

   My phone buzzed with a notification I didn't recognize.  Snapchat.  "You
will come to Atlanta and hostess for me," was the message below the picture
of me nude with Tony.  Even knowing ahead of time that the photo existed
and that he would probably use it to force me to do this, it was a shock.
In ten seconds, as the notice said, the picture and text 'self-destructed.'

   "How dare you.  NO!" I texted back.

   Snapchat opened again.  "you will or this will go to your employer" the
picture of Bobby and me was there...and then gone.

   "Embarrassing, but 'family photos' will not make me do this.  NO!  STOP
ASKING" my text went out a minute later.

   I held my breath...  I knew I had to do this, prayed that the agents who
briefed me and coached me were correct.  Thirty seconds.  A minute.  My
hand was shaking as I held my phone.

   At two minutes the phone vibrated and scared me.

   "rita you will come to atlanta, you will dress as i say and do as i say
or this goes to your employer to all your contacts and on the net.  one
minute to decide" The picture of him and Mic with me was there on my
screen.

   "how'd you get this?????" I sent back.

   "50 seconds rita u need to be more careful what you drink lol"

   "Asshole!  did you drug me" I typed angrily.

   "38 seconds"

   "did you drug us????"

   "30 seconds" came back.  I was furious with his smugness but felt I had
to try, to persist until the last second if need be.  These damn messages
kept self-destructing, but I had to know.

   "DID U DRUG US" I hit send and glanced at my watch, my heart thumping in
my ears.

   At 15 seconds left, Snapchat lit up.  "Yep but u hav no proof after 24
hrs lol i have more pics" One with Kim being held between Mic and Bert,
nude, with her legs spread, filled my phone's screen.  Thinking how she was
still limber enough to do a split, I was just stunned that Tony and Bobby
had let any of this occur.  Kim was a flirt and very comfortable with her
body, but not to the point of having two strangers holding her legs open. I
sure wouldn't have let even Tony and Bobby hold my tits and take pictures;
didn't they realize something was not right?  Agent Baglioni had not shown
me all of this, I wondered how many pictures Tony and Bobby had let them
take?

   3 seconds remained when I hit send.  "ok"

   "?" came into my phone.

   "u win, I will come to alt pls do NOT send pics out will do anything
please!!!!"

   I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone rang moments later.  I
didn't recognize the number but answered anyhow.

   "Hello Rita, Bert Kleeman here.  I wanted to call and tell you how
pleased I am that you and Kim will be coming to Atlanta to help out our
company at our hospitality suite during the convention next month," the
jovial voice said.

   "How dare you!  If you..." I began, infuriated.

   "We'll have a room for you in the same hotel, The Renaissance, and one
for Kim also," he spoke over me.  "I hope that will work for you two?"

   "Mr.  Kleeman, my sister and I can share a room and..."

   "Don't be silly, Rita, and please call me Bert.  You'll each have a room
and don't worry, it's a company expense.  We do it for our hostesses all
the time.  Now just one more thing.  We have uniforms we supply and I'll
need to get your measurements and Kim's.  I hate to ask," he laughed, "but
my secretary was supposed to take care of this earlier and I have to
contact the supplier this afternoon, if you don't mind."

   It was maddening how pleased with himself he sounded, how controlling of
this whole thing, as if he hadn't just forced me into this horrid
predicament.  He'd apparently gotten Kim to concede as well, by how he was
speaking.

   "Mr.  Kleeman, I'm a six and Kim is generally an eight or nine,
depending on the cut," I responded flatly.

   "Hmm, I'm sorry, Rita, I don't know what that means.  What I have from
the supplier asks for Bust, Waist and Hips..." he said without elaboration.

   "Your supplier should know," was my cold response.

   I could hear the edge in his voice as he said, "I'm asking you for your
measurements.  Can you give me that?  And Kim's?" The phone vibrated and
Snapchat opened.  "answer like a good girl should"

   "Mr.  Kleeman, I'm a 35B -26- 37.  B is for the cup size.  Kim is a 36D-
26 -38, D is her cup size.  You do understand cup size, don't you?  It's
the size of a..." I said into the phone.

   "Rita, I am married, so yes, I do understand about that.  Thank you for
being so forthcoming, this was embarrassing for me too.  If you two can
plan to be at the Renaissance by 3pm on the 17th, we'll have your rooms
ready for you and your uniforms will be there for you.  The hospitality
suite opens at 6pm, it's Room 1118.  Please arrive in your uniform by 530
so I can explain how we operate and what is expected of our hostesses.  It
should be no problem for you and Kim, you were so gracious when we visited
your lovely home last week.  Are there any questions?"

   "Just a second.  You don't really expect us to just..."

   "Oh, of course not," Bert cut me off again, "you'll be reimbursed for
your gas and any other reasonable expenses.  I'm sorry Rita, I have another
call coming in.  Please call my secretary if you need any more information.
Goodbye."

   The phone went dead, but I still screamed into it, "You arrogant prick!"
Then I began to cry.

   5

   The investigation took eight additional months.  The FBI had both Kim's
phone and mine set up from the first to capture everything at their
offices-- no Snapchat self-destruct causing things to be deleted.  On that
first afternoon, Bert had incriminated himself with his blackmail photos
and had admitted he drugged us.  The tests I had taken confirmed the drugs
in my system.  He also provided information on the location of the first
suite we worked, allowing for full surveillance set up in advance.

   What information the FBI had been able to garner earlier allowed them to
have agents undercover who successfully "bid" to have sex with Kim and I
after they made payments to either Mic or Bert, - the reason each hostess
had her own room.  It was a bit horrifying to know the agents had seen our
blackmail photos but it was necessary as they were chatted up by Bert and
Mic after 'being with us' about how we were in the sack and if they had
gotten their money's worth.  The various agents, different in each city,
were gentlemen at all times with us.  It was always nerve-wracking as we
were never introduced to the agents ahead of time and didn't know if the
guys we were taking to our rooms were going to actually expect sex or sit
on the couch watching TV all night.

   (There were some tight situations over this time frame, a few rather
provocative, that occurred at the conventions/trade shows.  I don't want
any of the agents to get in trouble as I don't know what they put in the
reports they submitted, but I have shared the experiences with Tony and
hope to write about them in the future.)

   By our third convention (we attended seven, one every four to six weeks
in locations around the US), we had come to know some of the other
hostesses and were able to bring them into the FBI investigation as well,
with them providing additional details and more incriminating testimony at
trial.  Some of them had cameras in their rooms and were filmed having sex
with their johns so Mic and Bert could them blackmail both the particular
guy and have more on the woman as well.  It was horrid, I'm sure, for them
but six cooperated knowing the cycle would soon end.  By the fourth month
we were hostesses, every one of our hotel rooms was set up with cameras as
Bert and Mic were trying to make even more off their operation.  This
situation led to some delicate discussions with our handlers and our
husbands, and some 'novel' situations and solutions.  Again, every agent we
dealt with at the shows were gentleman and Kim and I always felt safe. 
Over seventy women were blackmailed into 'hostess' positions, most in their
twenties and early thirties like us.  The vast majority were married with
kids, as we were, their husbands being convinced as Tony and Bobby had
been, that a 'hotwife' was for them -- Bert and Mic 'guiding' them in how
to do that.  Bert and Mic had taken over twenty-three businesses under KD
Enterprises.  Twenty-six men testified also about being blackmailed either
to encourage their wives to participate or from what occurred in the
hospitality suite and hotel rooms.

   The trial lasted three weeks and the surprise plea deal by Mic Dawson
testifying against Bert Kleeman put him in jail for fifteen years while
Bert got forty-five.  We kept our business, and the new equipment, and grew
legitimately.  Today we're doing really well and employ about twenty folks
at our shop.  Mrs.  Kleeman got eight years probation for her role as de
facto madam, though I think she too was manipulated by Bert.  The woman
whose disappearance started this whole thing was found alive if not well.
Completely crushed by what she was coerced into and unable to face her
husband and what she felt was his betrayal, she'd hitch-hiked out of the
convention town and built a new identity for herself.

   Tony, Bobby, Kim, and I, as well as many others, were directed to
appropriate counselors during and after the investigation and received
monies from the Victim's Compensation Fund to pay for that and to get our
lives back.  I wish I could report everyone did well, but at least the
majority seemed to have come through their ordeals and return to some sort
of normalcy.  Sadly but expected, their were a number of divorces.

   It's been almost eight years, seven since the trial ended.  Tony is
still roused when I flash, which I do.  It makes him happy and that is all
I have wanted from day one.  To be honest, it has always given me a thrill
as well and Tony knows that.  Valets opening my car door at restaurants
have seen me pantiless, I've gone topless at regular beaches, our shades
are open when we stay at out of town hotels, and there are a good number of
pizza and other dares each year.  Sometimes I do miss serving drinks to a
room full of randy, handsome men with nothing but a tiny pair of panties
on, my tits jiggling and ass swaying, hands coping feels as I move through
the room, or standing on a dias and having men bid to get an evening of sex
with me (which never happened, but the bidding and attention was heady!  I
should clarify that no live bidding took place in the hospitality suite,
but we'd be introduced on a dias at the beginning of the evening and again
later when our outfits had been reduced to just our panties, or less.  We
knew what was happening, but all 'deals' were made one-on-one with Bert.)
Tony never tires of me telling him about those 'conventions,' or of telling
me how beautiful I am.  What makes us happy is what makes us happy; it
might not be for everyone, but for us it works.  What Agent Baglioni said
to me back then is right: no judgment, what two consenting adults want to
do is between them and is okay.  I'd add; no force, no coercion, just make
love the driving force.