The passion had long since faded. After eight years of marriage, our intimacy had settled into a predictable, almost obligatory routine. It was a weekly affair, if that, a dutiful release that more often than not felt like a checkbox on her to-do list. The pattern was a familiar one: she’d reluctantly bring me to climax with her mouth, then lie on her stomach, allowing me to enter her from behind until I found my own release. She might have had an orgasm sometimes, but more often than not, it felt like an act of charity rather than mutual pleasure. I was desperate for something more, for a spark to reignite the fire that had dwindled to mere embers.
The change, when it came, was entirely unexpected. One night, she found me deep down a rabbit hole of online forums and websites dedicated to voyeurism and exhibitionism. Instead of the disgust I anticipated, she was utterly captivated. The idea of baring herself to total strangers, in a way that had previously been reserved for my eyes only, seemed to unlock something in her. She asked, her voice filled with a strange mix of apprehension and excitement, if I would be open to the idea of her exploring this fantasy. “Are you kidding me?” I shot back, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. “I would absolutely love for you to give this a try.”
“Alright,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But you can’t get mad later, no jealous outbursts. Promise me, okay?”
“Have no fear, sweetheart, I am completely on board,” I assured her, still barely able to believe what I was hearing. My once-conservative wife, the woman who had grown uncomfortable with even the slightest public display of affection, was ready to expose herself to the world.
When I asked what she had in mind, she admitted she was hoping I had some ideas. I told her that a safe and low-risk starting point would be to drive along the interstate and have her flash passing truckers. She thought it was a brilliant idea, and so, that Saturday afternoon, we set off. She wore a pair of very short denim shorts and a simple tube top. As we passed two or three eighteen-wheelers, I could feel her nervousness, her hesitation. Finally, as we approached another one, I slowed down and told her we weren’t moving from this position until she did it. She was still wringing her hands, her anxiety palpable. She glanced up at the driver, a large man with a beard, and gasped. “He’s asking me to show him my tits,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Well, that’s what we’re out here for, isn’t it?” I reminded her, my voice low and encouraging.
With a deep breath, she made her decision. Without a second thought, she grabbed the hem of her tube top and yanked it down, revealing her perfect, petite 34A breasts. The sight was breathtaking. Her small, dark brown areolas were framed by prominent, jutting nipples. They were hard as rocks, a clear sign that her body was already enjoying this forbidden thrill. As the trucker blasted his horn in appreciation, I reached over and gave one of her nipples a gentle squeeze. She let out a tiny, breathless moan, her head falling back against the headrest. I swear, I thought she was going to climax right there.
“Damn, whore, what the hell was that?” I asked, my voice a mix of shock and utter arousal.
She simply looked at me, a wicked little smile gracing her lips. “Where has this been all my life?” she asked, her voice husky. “I want to do it again.”
For the next two hours, we drove around, a new mission in mind. She would find a target, a passing truck, and with a practiced flick of her top, she would show off her delicious little breasts to dozens of horny truckers. I was rock-hard and told her so. She admitted she was too, and we sped home, our bodies tingling with a new, ravenous desire. We made love that night like we hadn’t in years. For the first time in what felt like forever, she willingly swallowed my cum. The night was a whirlwind of passion; she had seven orgasms by the time I finally came for the second time, deep inside her tight, freshly shaved cunt.
Afterward, as we lay there, I noticed her eyes on her own messy slit. I told her I was admiring the “cream pie” we had just made. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s a cream pie?” she asked.
I explained that it was a term for a woman’s used cunt, with cum oozing out of it.
“What’s the big deal about that?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“It’s become a pretty popular fetish,” I answered.
“What do you mean?” she prodded.
“Well, some guys love watching their cum seep out of a woman they’ve just fucked. Others enjoy watching it leak out of a pussy or an ass. There are even some guys who love to lick it out.”
“Really?” she asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice. “They’ll lick their own cum from their wife’s cunt?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, “and some even suck another man’s cum.”
“No way,” she said, laughing. “You have to be joking.”
“No, I’m serious,” I told her. “There are entire websites dedicated to it, just like the ones for exhibitionism. Some guys even have other men fuck their wives so they can watch and be made to ‘clean her up’ after the guy is finished using her.”
“Wow,” was all she said. I was expecting her to be disgusted, or at least pretend to be. “Is that something you want to try? To eat my pussy now that you’ve filled it with your hot cum?”
I hesitated for a moment too long. “I… I can’t,” I confessed. “I fantasized about it, I wanted to do it, right up until I shot my load. But once I came, all the desire just vanished.”
“I think that’s a common thing among men,” I added, trying to explain. “We’re willing to do almost anything leading up to an orgasm, but once we get there, all bets are off. We calm down quite a bit.”
She seemed to understand, and we got ready for bed. That night, I dreamed of going down on my wife, of eating cum from her well-used pussy.
The next morning, over breakfast, I decided to push the envelope. “Let’s raise the bar a little,” I suggested. “What do you think about taking this exhibition thing to a public place and making it a bit more personal?”
“Oh yes, let’s do it,” she replied, her face lighting up. “I love that idea. Where did you have in mind?”
I suggested we find a library or a bookstore. It would provide the perfect cover for a lot of bending over and squatting. She was immediately on board and we picked out an outfit for her that would facilitate our plans. She chose a short skirt and a low-cut top that conveniently fell away from her chest with the slightest bend. She wore a red satin thong but decided against a bra. I couldn’t wait, and neither could she.
We drove about forty-five miles to a nearby city and found a busy plaza with a popular coffee shop and bookstore. It was moderately crowded, which was exactly what we wanted. We had already decided to go in separately so as not to scare away any potential voyeurs. She, however, kept her wedding band on. She said it made her feel even more naughty, knowing that men were leering at her even though they knew she was a married woman. I was thoroughly enjoying this transformation in my previously bland wife.
Our plan was simple. She would walk around until she saw a man she wanted to expose herself to. Then, she would slowly move closer until she was “in position.” She would start by bending over to give him a view of either her tits or her ass, depending on her angle.
Her first target was a young man, probably 18 or 20, Browse the magazines. She made sure she had his attention, then very deliberately bent over, giving him a perfect view of her small, beautiful breasts. The boy visibly jumped as if someone had goosed him. He couldn’t take his eyes off my wife’s chest, and she held the position for a good thirty seconds. What she didn’t realize was that another man had walked up behind her and was getting an incredible view of her tight ass, with only a thong to hide anything. Both men were entranced, seemingly unable to move. She finally had mercy and stood up. She shot me a glance, and I discreetly signaled for her to look behind her. She did, and the realization of what had happened hit her. Her nipples, already hard, looked as if they were about to poke a hole through her thin shirt. Her new admirers noticed this too.
She casually walked away and moved closer to me. “I am so fucking hot right now,” she whispered, her breath ragged. “Was that other guy looking up my skirt?”
“He sure was, you nasty whore,” I replied, my voice a low growl. “Let’s do some more.”
She moved to another part of the store. This time, she picked an older man who was kneeling in an aisle. She made her way towards him, and when she was only a few paces away, she feigned interest in a book on the other side. She bent over, her legs straight, to grab it. He had already seen her coming and was prepared, his eyes fixed on her ass. She “dropped” the book, and as she bent over again to pick it up, he had a long, uninterrupted view of her crotch. She pretended to be looking at the book while he shifted his position to get an even better view. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, and after a few moments, she bent over again to replace the book. By this point, he was so close that when she bent over, her pussy was only inches from his face. I could see the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he caught the scent of her sex. He held his position for several seconds before, perhaps, coming to his senses. He quickly stood up and walked away, possibly to the men’s room to rub one out. I walked over and told her everything that had transpired. She was elated.
This went on a few more times around the store. Finally, she walked up to me and asked if I had seen enough, or if I wanted her to continue. “I want you to do more,” I said, my voice heavy with lust. “But I want you to do something else for me.”
“What is that, my love?” she asked.
“I want you to take off your thong, you cheap slut,” I demanded.
“Ooh! I thought you would never ask,” she shot back.
She didn’t even bother to go to the bathroom. Right there in the aisle, she reached up her skirt and pulled off her thong. I was so turned on by this woman, this complete stranger she had become. She handed me the panties, and I couldn’t believe how soaked they were with her juices. She walked around a little more, clearly reveling in the feeling of being virtually naked in public. She finally decided on her next “victim” and moved in without delay.
This was a man in his thirties, with an athletic build and handsome face. He was in a similar position as the older man from before. He saw her coming and was watching her from the corner of his eye. She used the same maneuver, but this time she started by showing him her tits with a classic lean-over. After giving him a good look at her delicious little breasts, she moved on past him a couple of steps and again bent over, her knees straight, to retrieve a book from a lower shelf. She had approached him from the side opposite me, so I couldn’t see his face when he was looking at her breasts, but I could see his expression perfectly now that he was staring at her naked cunt. What a view he must have had. I knew her pussy was soaking wet, knowing this handsome stranger was looking at her bare slit. I honestly believe that if he had started eating her, she would have backed up on his face. He didn’t know that, of course, and could only stare. She held her position for ten or fifteen seconds, pretending to be engrossed in her search for a book. When she finally stood up and walked away, I noticed that he had finally started to breathe again.
She walked around a bit more, showing her tits and pussy to a few more men and even one woman. Believe it or not, the woman seemed to enjoy the view as much as the men, taking a long, hard look at my wife’s slick cunt lips. We couldn’t take it anymore and headed back to the car. We scrambled into the back seat and started fucking as soon as the doors were shut. She had her first orgasm the moment I entered her, and two more within three minutes. When the third one hit, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I blew my load deep inside her soaking wet slit. As I pulled out, she grabbed a butt plug from her purse and shoved it inside herself. I asked her what that was all about. “I want to enjoy being full while we drive home,” she said.
“Okay, baby. Whatever floats your boat,” I replied, still in a daze.
“Really, do you mean that?” she asked, a knowing look on her face.
“Of course, my love,” I answered.
“Okay, just remember you said that,” she said with a hint of menace that both thrilled and terrified me.
It was an odd thing for her to say, I thought, as we sped through the night. We talked about what had happened in the store, both of us incredibly excited. Her earlier statement had me buzzing with curiosity, and I was in a state of high anticipation by the time we got home. As soon as we were out of the car, she began stripping off her skirt and top. She got completely naked right there in the driveway. I couldn’t believe how hot she was. I was hard again, and as soon as we were inside, we started kissing. She had me naked in record time, and immediately knelt down, taking my throbbing cock into her mouth. After a few seconds, she looked up at me and said, “Your cock tastes so fucking good right now with our mingled juices coating it.”
She went back to sucking, and I told her she needed to stop or I would cum in her mouth right then. Not only did she ignore my warning, she seemed to redouble her efforts, as if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Just as I was about to go over the edge, she stopped and looked up at me. “Oh, no you don’t. Now it’s my turn.” I thought she wanted me to fuck her again, but she had something else in mind. She sat on the couch and spread her legs. “Come over here, you worthless piece of shit,” she ordered. I was so turned on I just did what I was told. “Pull the keeper out,” she said, pointing to the plug in her pussy. When I hesitated, she repeated, “Take it out!”
I quickly obeyed, and as soon as I did, my load from our earlier fuck began to leak out. Now I understood what she meant by the term “keeper.” It was designed to keep my cum inside her until a later time. “You know what to do, don’t you?” she asked. I did indeed know exactly what to do, and thanks to the time that had passed since I had filled her (not to mention her expert cocksucking), I was horny enough to follow through. I dove right in and immediately realized what I had been missing all this time. I had never tasted anything so good. Our mingled cum was the most delicious substance I had ever had in my mouth. “You like my lover’s cum, you whore?” she asked, her voice sharp with a mix of pleasure and contempt. “Are you getting off on sucking a stranger’s cum out of my used fuckslit?”
“Oh yes, mistress,” I played along. “It is the best thing I have ever tasted.”
“I knew you would like it, cumslut. I always knew you were a cum-loving bitch.”
I couldn’t believe the transformation that had come over my wife. I certainly wasn’t complaining; I was incredibly turned on by her role-playing and rough language. I continued eating her until she came twice. By then she was begging for my cock, and I gave it to her. Within a few minutes, I was spraying the inside of her cunt with my hot sauce as she came again, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock with a ferocity I had never felt before. I had no inhibition this time, and when she shoved me on my back and sat on my face, I was only too happy to suck her sloppy slit clean.
Afterward, we were sitting on the back porch, naked, having a drink. She told me she had truly gotten off on the idea of me sucking some anonymous guy’s cum out of her. I admitted that it had made me incredibly hot, but the conversation ended there. Over the next six months, we continued to play around with this exhibition and “cream pie” phase of our sex lives. We always did it together until one evening, she came home from a shopping trip and told me she had shown her cunt to a shoe salesman. She was very hot, and we had some intense sex that night.
More and more often, she would come home with stories of her “sexploits.” It always ended with us fucking like porn stars and me eating my own thick cum from her hot cunt, as if it had been put there by some stranger. I guess I always knew it was going to happen for real eventually, but I had never really faced the truth or had the courage to say anything to her. And then, finally, it happened. She came home with a story about how she had exposed herself to some men at a hardware store and how they had taken her in the back and used her like a cheap whore. This wasn’t unusual, so I didn’t think much of it. She then told me to lie on my back and proceeded to crawl up until she was squatted over my face. I noticed a strangely familiar smell, and that’s when I saw the keeper. This was very unusual, since we hadn’t used it since I had learned how much I loved the taste of our mingled cum. “Take it out, whore,” she ordered me. “Take it out and suck the stranger cum out of me.”
It hit me like a ton of bricks. My wife was not kidding this time. She had been fucked by a group of men, just like she had said, and they had shot their cum inside her slick cunt. I knew I should be furious; I should have been outraged. But I wasn’t. I was hard as a rock, and I found myself wanting to take out the keeper. I wanted to taste the cum that was being stored inside her smooth sex. I wanted to swallow the cum that had been put there by, according to her, three anonymous strangers just thirty minutes before she got home. I wasted no time in these contemplations. It all ran through my mind in an instant. In that same instant, I was pulling out the keeper and opening my mouth to the flood of thick, hot cum that was gushing out of her beautiful, thoroughly used cunt. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but I couldn’t quite keep up, and by the time I had sucked the last drops from her fuckhole, I had stranger cum all over my face. She was calling me a cumslut whore, a cocksucker, and many other nasty names, and had two orgasms while she rode my face. After I drained her, she sucked me off and swallowed my load.
When it was finally over, she asked me how I was. I told her I was great and that I had rarely ever had so much fun. “So you aren’t angry with me for fucking those men?” she asked.
“No,” I told her. “I’m still horny just thinking about it. I really loved eating you, knowing that I was also tasting the cocks that had fucked you and swallowing cum from some stranger’s fuckstick.”
“Ooh, you are a nasty whore, aren’t you, talking about tasting cock and eating stranger cum?”
“I am your nasty little whore, baby. I will do anything you ask.”
“Oh, you will, will you? What if I ask you to suck a cock for me?”
“Sweetheart, I am so happy that you have come out of your shell, I would suck ten cocks if you asked, to show my appreciation.”
“I see, my little cumslut. Let me think about this and see what I can think of for you to properly show your gratitude. Oh, I know what I want you to do for me. I want you to…”
