Author's Note:
This is the second chapter in the saga of Janet's exploration of her exhibitionist side. When we left off last, Janet and her husband, Tony, had reached an agreement on the rules they were comfortable with and the expectations they each possessed. Janet had also taken her first steps by flashing some truck drivers and having spontaneous car sex in a public place with Tony. The story will continue to be written from Tony's point of view. (As I am not good at writing from a woman's perspective)
Part 1: Further Explorations
Janet whimpered loudly with each powerful thrust, her eyes clamped shut as I was pounding my cock deeply into her pussy. I had her on her back on the edge of the bed, her ass on the edge and head towards the center. I was holding her legs, spread wide, up by the sides of her body; her body folded in half, allowing me to achieve the deepest penetration possible. Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Pulling out until just my head remained inside of her I hammered it in deeply against her cervix, I was fucking her as fast and as hard I could. I could feel the muscles in her vagina tightening and flexing around my cock, telling me that she was nearing her orgasm.
I slowed my pace considerably, relishing the warm feeling of her pussy clamped around my penis, feeling her wet opening slowly sliding up and down every inch of my length while delaying her climb to her inevitable climax. Janet groaned in pleasurable impatience, desperate to cum but enjoying the feeling of being kept just on the edge of orgasm. With each slow penetration, I thrilled in the feeling of her pussy clamping itself around my cock, her PC muscles milking me for my release, as well as her own. I was dangerously close to cumming, her pussy worked my cock the way no hand ever could; that sensation combined with the wet sounds and smell of raw and animalistic sex in the air was driving me absolutely crazy.
I grabbed her hands and placed them on the back of her knees by her sides, handing off the task of holding her legs in position to her and freeing up my hands. I knew I was close and I wanted to make the last few moments count for both of us. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I started pulling her body back towards me each time I slammed into her, driving my cock deeper inside and holding it there for a split second before pulling back again. Slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts, I started pushing us both towards the climactic finish line. Janet's whimpers started to change into mumbled 'Oh God's' as my pace continued to increase. I could feel the pressure increasing in my cock and the tension building as I grew closer and closer to my orgasm. Janet's legs started their characteristic pre-orgasmic shake and her toes curled into tight little balls as she began to moan and writhe around on the bed under me. Knowing I had only seconds left, I began to mercilessly pound myself into her pussy, driving myself in as deep, hard, and fast as I could.
Janet let out a scream muffled only by her biting of her own lower lip to quiet herself, and I felt a gush of hot fluid squishing out of her around my cock just as I let out an uncontrolled guttural moan and began to cum deep inside of her. Janet shook and trembled, her pussy continuing to squeeze and milk my spasming cock as I unleashed load after load into her hot pussy. Our fluids mixed as we both rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure together, locked together at her vagina, my hands gripping her waist tightly, holding her impaled on my penis.
Finally after what seemed like hours, the intensity subsided and I collapsed breathlessly onto the bed beside the still trembling body of my wife.
Janet slowly lowered her legs back down, painfully stretching them out after having been held down, folded in half and aggressively fucked for the last 15 minutes. Her pussy was obviously still quite sensitive as that movement caused several shudders to echo throughout her body.
Our sex life had been absolutely altered over the last 2 months, changing from mundane to wild and uncontrolled animalistic fucking on a near daily basis. I had Janet's newfound discovery of her exhibitionism fetish to thank for that. Ever since she was caught topless in a dressing room by a young man and then had taken her first experimental steps by flashing some truck drivers, even masturbating in front of one, followed by having car sex in a public location, she had become an overtly sexual being. She was insatiable and in a near constant state of arousal.
Today's fuck session was the result of her standing on an overpass in an industrial section of town containing almost entirely construction and industrial traffic while lifting her shirt up, exposing her pert breasts to the passing vehicles. The barrage of honks and waves from the passing trucks and pickups had truly been epic. Personally, I think several of them circled the block a few times and called their coworkers or buddies because traffic seemed to get heavier the longer we were there and I am convinced that I saw several of the trucks multiple times.
Janet had taken to her exhibitionism with tremendous enthusiasm. She was always looking for an opportunity to expose herself in public or was internally reliving previous adventures in doing so. She had also started exercising more and trying to eat healthy, paying more attention to her appearance, although she certainly did not need to do so as she was naturally beautiful and genetically blessed with a gorgeous physique. The upshot was that with the exercise and healthy lifestyle she was more energetic and far more vigorous in bed, something that I would never complain about.
With me by her side, we had been on a systematic voyage of discovery, trying to determine what activities or situations turned her on the most, attempting to refine what she really liked and what was less exciting. She loved being exposed, nude in a place where nudity was not expected or allowed. It turned her on in no small way just to be in a situation where others could see her exposed.
Over time we also found that she loved getting a response back even more, a honk from a car or truck, or a physical or verbal show of appreciation. I suspected this was because it took the act from the possibility that someone could see her to the certainty that someone actually had. She wasn't a naturalist who simply enjoyed the feeling of being naked, she was an exhibitionist who wanted to use her exquisite body to excite others, and she loved to be on display for the sexual gratification of others. She was putting on her own version of an erotic strip show, and the knowledge that she was exciting the other people was really what got her going.
She had continued flashing from the car when we were without the kids, and was slowly growing more and more fearless and uninhibited in what she would do in those situations. We both liked the safety that being in the car provided. It gave her the ability to show or do whatever she wanted without any pressure from the other party and an instant escape if anything felt off. She had even ridden with me completely nude on several occasions, sitting in the passenger seat totally exposed to anyone who happened to look. Sometimes while riding with me nude she had closed her eyes and masturbated while I drove, touching herself all over, lost in the burning excitement of wondering if anyone was watching her or not but not knowing for sure.
The truck drivers in the area, with their higher vantage point and ability to look down into the car and see everything seemed especially appreciative of Janet's new hobby. She also enjoyed getting the attention of a driver and mouthing the words "Want to see my tits?" to them while turned toward the passenger window, shirt part way lifted. This little antic had gotten a series of very enthusiastic responses that gave her a great ego boost as she lifted her shirt and bounced her titties around for the enjoyment of the other driver. It also allowed her to check the car or truck for passengers that would be inappropriate to flash.
Not all of our experiences had been totally positive, however. Several people, seeing her naked or topless had yelled derogatory or insulting things at her, a few wives riding with their husbands were less than thrilled with their husband being flashed, and we had a couple of close calls such as when she was naked and rubbing her pussy when a school bus merged onto the highway next to us. I had been able to warn her in time to cover up, but it caused us both a fair bit of worry at the uncontrolled nature of public flashing.
I loved watching her be a totally sexual being, exposing and touching herself for the pure arousal that it provided her, but I found myself more and more worried about getting caught in a bad situation or by the wrong person. After all, the thrill of getting caught only works if you aren't being charged with a crime by the police. I desperately wanted to continue watching my sexy little minx put on the shows that turned us both on so much but I felt that we needed to come up with a better plan on how to do it safely.
For my part, I had grown far more comfortable with the idea of other people seeing my wife naked. When we first started I would feel an anxious churning in the pit of my stomach, unsure of what I was feeling but still aroused each and every time. As we went on, the anxiety had faded, leaving in its place a thrilled excitement and the physical arousal that was obvious to the keen observer. I had spent some time introspecting on how I truly felt, trying to come to terms with her new fetish and how I felt about it. Partly, I think, I felt jealousy, or more accurately territorialism. It was my wife, the woman that I made love to and had a family with, and the thought of someone else having sexual or intimate knowledge of her felt like an unwelcome violation.
The other part, I believe, was the feeling of my being out of control or left out. Deep down, I think I was worried that I would have no part to play, or no involvement in her newfound sexuality and that she would leave me behind in her explorations with no ability to object or participate.
This recognition of the source of my negative feelings came as a huge relief. The fear of her leaving me out was irrational, quite to the contrary, she had made it exceptionally clear to me that she enjoyed doing this with me and had been absolutely receptive and respectful to my opinions and worries, even to the point of sometimes ceasing her activities. I had no rational insecurity about her leaving me out and we were in a committed relationship. This was something that she was doing to bring the excitement that she had long suppressed back to life for both of our enjoyment.
As to the feelings of territorialism, I believed that would fade as my comfort level increased. I considered the issue as if the roles were reversed. If, in a hypothetical world, everyone longed to see a dick and I happened to have a desirable one, would I show it off if everyone wanted desperately to see it? The answer to that question was yes, I would want to. Letting someone see parts of your anatomy does not change or alter them and I would feel oppressed if I wanted to show off my glorious features and my wife prohibited it simply because she felt it belonged to her and didn't want anyone else to see it. Flipping the script like that allowed me to understand that Janet flashing her boobs or someone seeing her naked would not change anything between us, and showing respect for her autonomy and enjoying the benefits of her arousal within the bounds of mutual respect might even improve our relationship. It was her body, after all, not mine.
With all of that worked through, I determined that I would just try to think of her as my own personal porn star and enjoy the excitement that came with seeing her perform and arouse others along with the knowledge that I would get to be the one to take her home and reap the benefits.
Part 2: A New Fantasy
