Sex-texting (Includes exhibitionism) (fm:group, 4803 words)

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The previous Saturday Mark had driven us to a rural pub, one with a garden. And as I sat alone with my drink, no panties on, he sent me text messages, instructions, if you like, as what to do by way of flashing myself at the male customers; two sat opposite and facing me.

After my first erotic experience, and with several men, I excitedly told my husband, "I can't wait to try that again."

Lo and behold, one week later, I found myself sat all alone in the middle of an adult cinema. I was, from what I could see as a porn film played on the big screen, the only woman present, surrounded by numerous no doubt horny men, all of them about to get even more hornier as the film continued play.

Mark was sat someway behind me, our phones the only means of contact, ready to send me text instructions:

‘Look seductively at the screen and imagine that big long cock fucking your dripping wet cunt!'

Clearly, as if I wasn't turned on and wet enough already, my husband wanted me more so, the bastard.

I, though, had agreed to follow his instructions and to the letter, which meant no touching myself unless he texted me I could do so. It was agony for me but I readily complied, legs crossed and squeezed together. It wasn't long before I felt my inner thighs become slick and sticky.

My damn tease of a husband had me wait several long minutes before he next texted his set of instructions, during which time I watched the slut on the screen bend over a table and take the guy's big long dick up her ass.

Anal sex, and with an actual cock, is something I'd shied away from. Sure, Mark and I used toys in our sex games. The closest anyone of them had come to toying with my ass was a long slender extension to a latex dildo of sorts.

‘How are you enjoying the show?' I read from my phone.

He then followed it up with his next message:

‘Do a Sharon Stone, only take it slow and make it more provocative.'

Clearly he noticed I had my legs crossed, and just like Miss Stone in that memorable scene from ‘Basic Instinct' I wasn't wearing any panties. While I can't speak for the film's icon, I was dripping wet between my legs.

I fixed my attention on the big screen as I raised my left leg up, certainly high enough for anyone looking at me to notice my black stocking top and the garter straps attached to it along with my fine kemp of black hairs, before slowly lowering it and bringing my right leg over. In doing so, I felt my pussy lips open and part before closing. That, in itself, sent a tingle all the way up my spine while making my nipples elongate and my clit throb with a need to be touched.

I so needed to run my fingers, at the very least, through my hairs. Having noticed just how open, available and sexy women in porn look with their shaved quims, I'd asked Mark if he wouldn't mind shaving mine. In the end, he compromised by trimming it to how it now was, and, to be truthful, I love it, especially the sensual feeling I get when he or I stroke it.

‘Good girl. Now, play with your tits. Do it subtly for a count of sixty seconds and then twist and pull your erect nipples until I send my next message.'

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Lyn writes Thu 27 Jun 2024 17:29:

Love it

Lyn xxx

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