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My wife Elle and I (LuckyGuy) thought you might enjoy some
of our exhibitionist stories. Maybe I should start with a brief physical
description. Elle is in her early 40s, but she could easily (and has)
passed for 30. She is about 5' 6" tall, blond and slim with tight
bum and tummy and pert thrusting breasts that not only need no bra,
but would be insulted by one. Elle has penetrating blue eyes, high cheekbones,
and a warm open smile that dazzles and brings a song to your heart.
(Once when we were in St. Tropez we had her portrait done by one of
the artists who set up for that purpose at the harbor in the evening.
He started sketching Elle several times then had to stop and ask her
not to smile. "Eet is just too much for me." It has the same
effect on most men.) And above everything else, Elle leaves you with
this certainty that she knows who she is -- warm, bright, caring, and
very definitely and proudly sexual. As for me, well "LuckyGuy"
says it all. Nothing qualifies me to be the fortunate husband. 6'2"
tall, also blue-eyed, about 190 lbs., still in relatively good shape,
but greying rapidly and never likely to be mistaken for Mel Gibson.
Both Elle and I like others to be turned on, to enjoy, to be inspired,
even to be amused by our overt sex play. I know this happens sometimes.
The most common reactions to Elle in her elegantly erotic outfits, of
course, are riveted glances (or more) from men (and sometimes women)
but fairly often we get open smiles, which we particularly enjoy. For
example, yesterday after work I was feeling a little down for a variety
of reasons. Elle suggested we go shopping for a new phone (which we
need), but I was just not feeling energetic enough. She said she would
make it worthwhile and went upstairs and changed into a little emerald
silk shift which I had bought her earlier this year. It is really a
nightgown, but looks quite fashionable: short, very clingy, with narrow
shoulder straps, and low-cut in both front and back. Of course she wore
nothing underneath. Needless to say I perked right up (literally and
figuratively). Off we went to the mall, a rather incongruous pair --
magnificent female in a silk wisp of a dress and old fart in shorts
and T- shirt. On the way into the mall we passed an older couple (funny
how the definition of this term changes over time; in this case I would
judge mid- 60s) who passed us as we were snuggled together about as
close as you can get and still walk. Both stared at Elle, the husband
in open appreciation and the wife with a huge, beaming smile. We loved
it. (By the way after shopping -- unsuccessfully I might add -- we had
a drink before leaving for home. Both of us by then were very high --
partly the alcohol but mainly the sexual energy. It was about 9:00 p.m.
and getting twilight without anyone visible around us as we walked toward
the parking lot. I slipped one strap off Elle's shoulder and one hand
under the hem of her dress so I could walk and stroke both breast and
ass. When we got to the car I turned slightly to open the door and noticed
that a man was sitting in the pickup truck that we had just walked by.
He seemed to be quite alert and intent. (I wonder why). Ah, good public
sex times. Well, there are many. How about two to start with. The first
occurred when we spent a weekend in Baltimore a couple of years ago
(maybe three years). We were staying in a hotel right on the downtown
harbor which has been completely redone and is very beautiful and "in"
now. (Quite a bit different than the way it was when I was growing up!)
We went out for dinner and dancing, getting fairly drunk and very turned
on all night. It was a rather chilly evening (March I believe) so Elle
had on a long coat. As we walked back to the hotel, we stopped every
now and then to kiss and grope. Eventually I managed to get almost everything
under Elle's coat either off or at least completely unbuttoned. (Not
as hard as it sounds when you realize how little Elle usually wears.)
By this time we were extremely turned on. We made it into the hotel
and went up the elevator. At this point I could not resist any longer
and stripped Elle completely, including the coat. The elevator door
opened and out she raced down the hall -- with me in hot pursuit (carrying
various items of both our clothing).
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I caught up about four doors from our room. Hands went all
over her body (I began to feel like one of those mega-armed Hindu gods)
and soon we were down on the hallway floor. Soon thereafter we were
fucking like otters (I like the image much better than rabbits). Not
quite sure what we would have done if someone had come before we did,
but it was 3+ in the a.m. so the odds were against in. Not that I was
figuring the odds all that closely. Second episode took place at the
Jamaican resort Hedonism II winter before last. It's a wild place, as
I am sure you have heard. Sort of round the clock Club XXX with palm
trees and surf. Crazy things are happening all the time but especially
during the special event evening parties in the disco. The wildest of
these is not the Toga Party, but the Pajama Party where you can wear
anything, or literally nothing. The party is like Halloween in the tropics
where everyone really does wear their most erotic fantasies, and then
proceeds to act them out on the dance floor. A very large turn-on. Oh,
one other touch is that they video the whole thing. A guy walks around
with a camcorder smultaneously taping and broadcasting on TV screens
that hang in the corners of the dance floor. Guess who got the prize
for the most photoed (videoed??) and the max time on the tape. Well,
it was not I, but someone very close to me. (My hands made a frequent
appearance.) After four or five hours of this, abetted by drinking and
smoking (yes that type), we decided to head for a walk to the outdoor
Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi is "The World's Largest Nude Jacuzzi"
according to the sign (how many clothed Jacuzzi's have you seen?). At
3 or 4 a.m. there was not a great demand for it, but there were three
guys soaking and talking when we arrived. Elle and I stripped each other
(not a big job) and climbed in. As soon as Elle arrived, the talking
had ceased in lieu of a much more interesting source of attention. Once
we got in I did not pay too much attention to what my fellow males were
doing as I had my hands full. I would judge we set a world record for
the shortest amount of foreplay. (Of course, I guess the whole evening
had been foreplay so scratch that last remark.) Fucking in the water
allows for gymnastic feats that certainly I am incapable of accomplishing
on dry land. Positions and movements seemed to flow from one to another
in a vortex of coupling. Finally, we spasmed our thunderous climax.
Still gives me a hard on to think about it. The world and reality seemed
to gradually clear and I was aware of two things. One was how hot we
both were (LuckyGuy's conservation of energy equation: sex plus Jacuzzi
= HOT!!). Without even discussing it, we both climbed out and lay naked
on the deck gazing at the tropical stars and feeling the Jamaican breeze
whisper over our bodies. Second, I began to realize that everything
had been witnessed by the three men who until our arrival had been having
a peaceful conversation. Not that any of them seemed to object to the
interruption. Indeed in the space of about 1 minute, first one and then
the other two walked over to "our side" of the Jacuzzi and
started a conversation ostensibly with both of us but clearly much more
interested in Elle. (It's a BIG Jacuzzi, maybe 25-30 feet in diameter,
otherwise they would have been there sooner!) Now I would imagine that
most women might be just a trifle non-plussed by this situation -- trying
to talk to three strange, and (quite visibly) aroused, naked men while
you yourself are lying starkers on your back after having been witnessed
fucking (as President Kennedy used to say) with "viga". Well,
that might be true of most women, but Elle handled it with ease. She
talked easily and warmly to all three without giving them the remotest
hint that anything other than conversation was available. Turns out
the men had been talking about how frustrated they were! The ratio of
single men to single women at Hedonism was about 5 or 6 to one, which
are very daunting odds for anyone. Elle was sympathetic and tried to
encourage all three.
For the rest of the week they became "Elle's boys".
She would check on them each day to see how they were doing and make
suggestions about how they could improve their chances. They in turn
doted on her, occasionally hinting that they would not mind a little
more active role for Elle in relieving their sexual frustration, but
even these allusions were friendly with no real pressure. (Later in
the week upon seeing Elle in her 4th or 5th incredibly sexy outfit one
of the "boys" told her that she would have to stop dressing
so conservatively!) Actually there is a postscript to this story. On
the dance floor we had noticed that one woman seemed to be spending
a lot of erotic time with several different men (do not know her name
but will call her Robin). Only later did we realize that none of them
was her husband, who spent most of his time watching his wife's activities.
Only later in the evening did the husband and the wife hook up, both
of them obviously very hot at that point. Elle remembered this the next
evening when one of "her" boys, Dave (a bright, good-looking,
guy probably in his early 30s), came over to us looking pretty forlorn.
Under Elle's questioning we learned that Dave was still looking for
his first hit of the season and starting to wonder whether he should
retire from the game. Elle glanced at Robin (now seated with her husband
five or six tables away from us) and smilingly suggested that he might
find more fertile ground in that direction. To Elle's surprise Dave
took the idea seriously and walked over to strike up a conversation
with the couple. Soon Dave had joined them at the table and everyone
was talking animatedly. A little while later the three of them left
the dining room together. We chuckled and thought no more of it. Shortly
after we were joined at our table by a couple from New Zealand whom
we had met earlier in the day and who appeared to be very nice but rather
conservative. We had been talking to them for half an hour or an hour
when all of a sudden Robin appeared at our table, tapped Elle on the
shoulder, and stated quite unabashedly, "I want to thank-you for
the present." At first Elle was completely confused. But without
any hesitation the woman continued, "I really enjoyed Dave. It
was great of you to send him over to me. How did you know that I would
like that? Did you think that I was a swinger? By the way are you and
your husband swingers?" I'm not sure what Elle's reply was as I
had my hands full trying to distract the New Zealand couple from figuring
out what was going on. Both Elle and I were dumbfounded at the time
but later on laughed uproariously. And as I pointed out to Elle, the
whole incident was really a compliment -- though one we would have preferred
to receive in a somewhat less embarrassing fashion! So there you go.
All absolutely true, too -- only the names have been changed to protect
the ... innocent? Interesting stories -- yes??
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