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In a rather business-like tone, he reminded me that we'd talked about it after I stripped and masturbated for him and his poker buddies one night when I got in from a trip. He asked if I remembered how erotic and fun that evening was for all of us, me included.
I said, "Yes, I remember it vividly," as I recalled the details.
After I had come home from a trip, I put my bags by the stairs that my husband, Stan, would kindly carry up later. He had already poured me a shot of my usual fantasy releasing Tequila as he knows it is the elixir that quickly puts me into an exhibitionist mood. He said he had really missed me and asked me to come in and spend some time with him and his friends. They were playing poker, I think the second time. I was planning to change out of my flight attendant uniform but he asked me not to. Stan likes that I'm his stewardess wife and I think he wanted to show me off in my uniform. What I didn't realize at the time was just how much!
After I drank the tequila, it wasn't that difficult for him to persuade me to convince me to do more than just say hello, plus I always arrive home in a very sexual mood in anticipation of dancing for Stan.. He loves to watch me strip from my uniform. It's also perfect for me because I love to dance both clothed and naked. Stan reasons that if I'm going to get undressed, I may as well make it sexy and include him.
After I strip naked, I perform a variety of sexual things but his favorite is when I lie somewhere in front of him like on the couch or a kitchen counter. But his latest favorite was when I lay on our dining room table with him seated at the head, which made him feel like I was his sex servant. Regardless of where I'm reclining, I start by spreading my thighs apart and pinching and pulling my labia apart. Sometimes I pull and release them. He calls it my pussy snap.
Other times I bring them in and out like butterfly wings. Stan says I have perfectly sized and shaped labia, whatever that quality is, but I have also heard it from other men for whom I have masturbated so it gives me confidence and encourages me to do it even more. Some men ask me to keep stretching my labia apart while they masturbate. I take their masturbating to my open vagina as a nice compliment and which further feeds the exhibitionist in me. Stan also likes me to unhood my rather prominent clit so that's something I do for him. I knew I had an exceptionally large clit when every man that I have masturbated for comments on it - all positive so far. I love to see men's reaction when I show them how I can move my clit in little circles.
So here I was - home after a difficult commute to San Antonio from Houston because of weather delays. I needed to let my hair down, both literally and figuratively. I slipped into the powder room and freed myself of my uncomfortable pantyhose and took the pins and hair tie out of my regulation hairstyle. I went into the den where they were playing cards, kissed my husband on the cheek and said hello to his friends that I had met before but didn't really know because this was a fairly new event for them.
Stan had picked music that he knows I like to dance to and whispered to me saying he'd love for me to dance for he and his buddies. I was very much in the mood and, needing to unwind, I started dancing in my flight attendant uniform in a sexy Latina style holding my hair on top of my head. With my pantyhose removed, I felt free and sexy. Even though they pretended to be involved in their card game, I could tell I was interrupting their concentration, even that of my husband of three years. It felt good to still have that effect on him.
Since I very often dance and strip for my husband when I come home from trips, dancing for him and his buddies felt very much the same. And since my instinct was to free myself of my uniform, I placed my fingers on the top undone button of my blouse and waited for my husband to look up from his card hand. His eyes met mine and he gave a smile, a wink and a thumbs up hidden at his side. He wanted me to share me with his friends. I have to admit I was a bit surprised. This could be a good thing for Stan I thought.
He laid his cards on the table and turned his chair toward me which was a tactful invitation for his buddies to watch his wife who was apparently going to do more than dance. When I unbuttoned a fourth blouse button, my husband got up saying he was going to get more beer because he said, "This is turning into a real party."
He walked by me and whispered, "I'm luvin' it, Baby. Do your thing. Did I say it's really good to have you home?"
He kissed my cheek, left for the kitchen and returned with four beers and a Tequila shot for me. I took a sip and felt the exhibitionist buzz sweep through my head. I closed my eyes, danced and absorbed the pleasure of an unexpected exhibitionist experience unfolding.
I eventually stripped down to just my heels, panties and bra, smiling the whole time. I could tell that my husband was just as excited as his friends were as they watched my uniform drop to the floor on article at a time but I could tell that he was really getting off to watching his friends get off. I indulged his little side fantasy and danced up close to him seated in his chair, pushed my hips forward and pulled my panties out just enough to give a peek at the top part of my dark natural landing strip neatly framed by tan lines.
He leaned in to see farther down and I teasingly closed the top of my panties. He gave me a pouting look and I couldn't help but laugh. I stepped closer and pulled the elastic out and down to show the length of my pubic hairs down to just above my clit.
"I love a lot of things about your body, Babe, but your sexy landing strip alone could win an award."
Knowing he was in the mood to show off his wife, I wasn't surprised when he said, "Don't be selfish Babe. How 'bout Bill here? Let's see what he thinks. I'm not the only one at this party."
I stepped to Bill and lowered my panties enough for him to see the top of my dark landing strip. His interest seemed so high that I pulled them out farther and gave him the same all pubic patch reveal I had shown my husband. I did the same for his friend, Jason, but to change it up and further please my husband, I decided to do something bolder for his friend, Matt, who I thought was very cute with a nice smile and eyes.
Standing right in front of him, I moved my hips sensually and then slowly pushed my panties down below my bikini tan line to reveal the upper part of my pubic patch. When I was ready to show more, I looked to my husband not only for his permission but because I knew he'd like directing me to go further. He gave an inquisitive look and then an approving expression, so I continued lowering my panties but looked back at him to study his reaction. He looked lustily at me which was very telling as to how he imagined our evening to go.
I looked back to Matt who looked engrossed - like he was studying each row of pubic hairs as it came into view. I stopped just above my clit and looked once more at Stan who smiled and mouthed, "Really?" and then, subtly nodded his approval. His eyes widened as I further revealed my landing strip.I pushed my panties down to rest halfway down my thighs. I stepped wider to hold them there but the separating of my thighs was somehting that I knew Matt would enjoy. I raised my arms above my head, closed my eyes, and stepped wider for a more erotic pose revealing more than the length of my pubic patch. I stood there and thougtht about seeing my uncovered pussy. Even though his eyes were at a level above my exceptionally large clit, I assumed that it was visible to him as it stands out pretty well from its undersized hood.
Then I heard Matt say, "Stan I'd like to be the guy that presents that award."
Laughter exploded around the table but what I didn't know why. With my eyes closed, I hadn't noticed that Matt had leaned over sideways and was looking right up between my thighs. My husband had said that my landing strip should receive an award but after seeing Matt had a better look at more than my landing strip, I think his award may have been for something more than just my landing strip.
When I saw Matt's eyes not ten inches from my protruding clit, I felt the blood in my neck surge hotter, my nipples harden and that very clit tingle. My fantasy mind compelled me to masturbate so I closed my eyes again and used the fingers of my right hand to trace down over my breasts, my abdomen, my landing strip and onto my clit. It was erect. I extended my middle finger and made slow accentuated circles at the base of my clit hood. The tequila enhanced fantasy mind directed to make myself feel good. I started a light but rapid back and forth sweep over my clit. If I hadn't forced myself to stop, I would have fingered to orgasm right there in front of Matt.
I quickly pulled my panties up. "OMG, I'm sorry. That was too much." I actually felt myself blushing.
My husband called me over and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Babe. You looked absolutely amazing doing that. Don't you guys agree?" They all emphatically said they did.
Then Stan pulled me over and whispered in my ear. "You can't stop now, Babe. The panties and bra have to go. You know that right?" "
"I do dear husband. You asked me to entertain so I'm here for the pleasure of you and your guests. And I'll be right back."
I excused myself telling them I was going to the kitchen to refresh my drink but, first, I took off my heels and dashed upstairs and reapplied my makeup in a darker more exotic shade, mussed my hair and took off my panties and bra. I didn't like the lines under my boobs from having spent the day constricted in a bra but what could I do? I got a last-second idea that a pair of sexy black thigh high stockings with the lacy band at the top would make a nice surprise presentation. Plus Stan would love me for thinking of wearing his Valentine's Day gift to me.
I paused in front of the mirror and liked how I looked. I got a surprisingly strong but very welcome orgasmic chill imagining Stan's friends looking at my nude body. I fingered myself while I watched myself. But the orgasm would have to wait. This was going to be fun!
Back downstairs, I slipped my black heels on, fetched four Lone Stars from the fridge, poured a shot of tequila into a glass of ice for me and put it all on a try and casually walked back to the den. The sound of my heels on Spanish tile announced my return so when I walked through the entry, their eyes were already on me. Every one of them looked from my face down past the tray to my pubic patch, then back up to see what they could make out of my newly freed breasts that were partially hidden by the beers and back down to my pubes.
I casually walked around the table and let my boobs hang over as I served their beers to the opposite side of the table. His friends seemed so genuinely surprised that I smiled and said, "What, you've never had a naked flight attendant wait on you?"
I stood behind my husband and lightly massaged his shoulders. "Don't let me interrupt your card game. I'll stay right here out of the way."
Stan tilted his head up, "Honey, you look fantastic and I like that you chose to wear your Valentine's lingerie. Why don't you dance for us? You're too pretty to hide back there."
"Thank you. I'd love to dance for you and your friends, dear husband."
I took a sip of my Tequila and half walked, half danced my way to a spot about eight feet away. I kept my back to them at first because I knew Stan would like his friends looking at my bare ass for the first time.
When I turned, I looked at Stan to read his thoughts. I could see that he was very engaged in watching his buddies watching me. So I took that as a sign to keep doing what I was doing. He and I were now like a team and I wanted to support his supporting me.
I really enjoyed dancing nude but I eventually wanted to do more and went to my knees and, because I was wearing stockings, easily slid my thighs apart on the tile floor, bent back and continued fingering. Performing sensually in the nude for my husband's poker buddies wasn't something I envisioned even after I came home. But it turned out to be way more erotic than I thought it would be. I think it was partly because of the added element of getting off to my husband getting off to what I was doing in the presence of his friends. In other words, not only was I an exhibitionist fulfilling my desires but my husband was getting off to his role in exposing me.
Seeing that they weren't likely to get back to poker, my husband came up to me, leaned over and said, "I have a good idea I think you'll like. Let's take you and your erotic masturbation show into our living room."
He helped me up and then invited his friends to bring their beers into our living room. He switched on the lamps on both sides of the couch where his friends sat. Stan directed me to sit on the ottoman in front of his sofa chair. Then he gently pulled me back coaxing me to lie between his thighs resting my head in his lap.
I was fairly buzzed from three shots of Tequila and very much in an exhibitionist mood with all the attention I was getting. I knew his friends would be looking between my legs and knowing Stan would like that, I leaned back on the ottoman into Stan's lap but off-center so that my legs wound up straddling a corner of the ottoman. I relaxed and let my thighs separate naturally apart. The surprise was that I hadn't thought about my heels raising my calves as much as they did, so my pussy reveal was a lot more than I expected.
"Oh well." I thought. "Have a good look, Boys, and I'll blame it on the Tequila."
I knew that my husband was getting off to having my well-lit pussy on display. I also didn't need to wonder why he invited them into our living room. I was even more sure when he said to me sotto voce, "Tell these boys what you're going to do with your pretty pussy."
I whispered back, "Don't you think they might be able to figure that out by now?"
He reiterated stronger this time, "Yeah but don't you think they'd like to hear it from you."
I knew where he was going with this and it got me going there too. So I lifted my head and said to his friends, "When I get home from trips, I often strip from my uniform and masturbate for Stan and since you guys are here and I'm already naked, he wants me to show you guys how I bring myself to orgasm."
Their eyes got big and Matt said. "You should listen to your husband."
"By all means show us." Bill added. "Holy shit Stan, your wife is amazing!."
So I closed my eyes and started fingering. While I did, I listened to Stan tell them about what I do for him when I masturbate. He told them about how I lie on the dining room table and spread my labia and unhood my big clit for him.
Stan leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Babe, can you share with them your beautiful labia spread. They'll love you for it."
I pinched and pulled my labia apart. "So hot, Babe, so hot. Show 'em your big clit."
I unhooded my clit. It's even bigger than men think when I do that.
"Amazing clit. Just amazing. Stan, you are one lucky man," Matt said.
"Wait until you see this, Guys. Honey. Show my friends your dancing clit."
I showed them how I can make my clit move in a small circle, first in one direction, then reverse and back the other way. They actually clapped when I did that.
It got me increasingly excited. I tried to take my time to savor the exhibitionist experience but my mind and clit were very much in tune with Stan's erotic description of me masturbating for him. In a very short time, I was fingering like crazy and nearing climax.
I thought of what Stan would like me to say to his friends, "OMG, I'm going to cum. Are you watching me? My pussy is going to come for you guys."
My husband said, "You guys are in for a treat. Go ahead, Yvonne. We're all watching. Make your beautiful pussy cum for us."
I pictured his three friends watching me fast finger with my breathing rapidly increasing until I held it and came in a long exquisite orgasm, my legs involuntarily shaking as they rose up off the ottoman. My lungs released their air in a loud satisfied moan.
After I came, I sunk into the ottoman and rested my head back on my husband's lap. The long day of flying and the commute home was suddenly overwhelming me. My orgasm was like a big sleeping pill. I was way too tired to get up and put something on.
My husband told me he was proud of me and started caressing my breasts. It was different with him doing it in front of other men but it seemed right for this intimate setting. I was content and felt safe lying in his lap.
Someone got fresh beers and the conversation continued. The last thing I remembered was Stan saying he was 'just going to have a little fun' when he leaned forward and slid his hands from my breasts down to my thighs. It's the last thing I remembered until after I awakened.
I woke up with my legs straddled over my husband's thighs.So he did that after I fell asleep, I thought, and to make my pussy the centerpiece of the remainder of the evening. I noticed that one of the lamps had even been moved closer. I wondered for how long I'd been out but of one thing I was pretty certain - that my husband's friends now knew my pussy every bit as well as he did.
The next day, Stan asked me if I enjoyed getting naked for him and his friends and I admitted that I did, even more than I had imagined I would.
I said, "So you got off to showing them your flight attendant wife's pussy, didn't you? If I hadn't fallen asleep and you had asked me, you know I would have done it for you. I mean you were getting off to your friends watching me and I got off to you getting off. It made me want to do things that pleased you. The way you urged me to pull my panties down for Matt was my permission to get naked. That's why I served your beers in the nude because I knew you'd like it. And then you told me to tell them I was going to masturbate for them. That really got me hot. We were quite a pair weren't we? This is an interesting side of you I've not seen."
"I know. You're the exhibitionist and yet I felt like I was the one exposing you and it excited me to no end. I off to my buddies getting off to you for the entire evening. After you fell asleep I wasn't ready to stop so, yes, I showed off your pussy."
"Let me guess. You showed them pussy snap, didn't you?"
Stan nodded. "I did, Babe."
"And they liked it I suppose?"
"Are you kidding? They loved it and Matt? He couldn't get enough of your exceptional clit. I wasn't surprised but you should have seen the way he got his head between your legs for a closeup view. You know, you must have really been tired."
Why what happened?"
"Well, first off, I didn't know Matt was such a clit lover. So he surprised me when he asked if he could lick it. I got off to that too so I told him to have at it."
"I can't believe I slept through it."
"Me neither. You stirred but didn't wake."
He said, "OK. Let me ask you something. You seemed comfortable with me caressing your breasts while the guys sat on the couch watching us. I was tempted to do more but decided against it because, one, you were pretty out of it, and, two, we hadn't discussed anything beyond you stripping and masturbating. So were you OK with me touching you like that?"
I told him it did surprise me how comfortable I was with him caressing and playing with me in front of his friends.
"What if I would have done more?" he asked me."What if we had had sex in front of them?"
I thought about it and said that I think I would have been OK with it. My response surprised me. I think it's probably because I was very comfortable being naked in front of his friends and I wanted them to watch me masturbate so maybe I would have been OK with them watching us having sex too. I couldn't believe I was feeling that way but it was true. What I realized was that having his friends watching us have sex might not be any more intimate than me masturbating for them.
Stan asked how would I feel about someone else fucking me while he watched. Would I be willing to do it with more than one man?
He used his story-telling ability to make me think a lot harder about it. He started to describe to my powerful sexual imagination and how things could have played out at our house on poker night. First, his friends would have watched him fuck me and then he would have wanted me to invite each of them to fuck me as well.
He described how I would be pushed over the back of the couch being fucked from behind by one of his friends while sucking another and then letting him mount me for a turn at my pussy. I got so turned on by his vivid tale that I suggested that we go into our living room where I took off my clothes and laid on the ottoman he was using in this fantasy he was creating for me. I rested my head in his lap and, with his imaginative story, I fingered myself to a very pleasurable orgasm.
To make the fantasy seem more real, Stan fucked me afterward as he bent me over the back of the couch. He did it very aggressively and told me to imagine it was an unknown cock being forced into me with another one waiting its turn.
He said, "You're being drilled by one cock after another." I felt Stan's cock get super hard as he continued to describe his scenario in his colorful words which drove me quickly to orgasm.
Afterwards, Stan asked me if his fantasy would be something I would consider.
I sat up and studied his eyes. "you're serious aren't you?"
I knew that a big part of this fantasy was designed probably more for Stan than it was for me. But I also realized that because of my exhibitionist addiction, I was always looking for the next more erotic thing.
For example, I had this fantasy of working in one of the sex shop picture windows in the Red Light District of Amsterdam. I fly to Amsterdam when I can hold the trip and have gone across the canals with the gay flight attendants who, in my experience, are more attracted to the sexual fringe than most other people.
I never thought the picture window fantasy would become reality but I got more excited each time I went there. I fantasized about being watched from the sidewalk by the curious tourists but, being an exhibitionist, I would enjoy it more than the regular picture window girls because it's work for them but, to me, it would be acting out my masturbation fantasy in front of strangers. After fantasizing to the point of making it seem real, I finally revealed it to a gay male flight attendant friend of mine that flies Amsterdam frequently and he contacted a well connected Dutch friend of his who made the arrangements. I went out and bought lingerie and a feathery style Mardi Gras mask and performed in the picture window for an hour and absolutely loved it.
So by applying the same rationale, that of doing something I normally wouldn't do, I thought I might feel the same way about a having sex with multiple men fantasy. But I also was feeling pressure to do it for my husband. He was very excited about it, I think too excited, and even though he wasn't forcing me, of course, he talked about how much I'd like it if I tried it. He said he would make all the arrangements. The men he said he had in mind would be very excited to hear that I was willing to try it.
About a week later, he comes to me and says he has a good idea. He wants me to consider his scenario that would be played out at his friend's machine shop. He said it was a place we could use that was better than someone's home and yet still private on a Sunday night when the shop would be otherwise closed. Plus it was a place I was already familiar with and it would be men, like his poker buddies and the machine shop workers that were there when I stripped before that would be participating. He said if I was going to act out this fantasy, he was going to make it worth my while.
I told him that it sounded like this fantasy had already been discussed with his friends and the guys at the machine shop. So he explained that seeing me bound and submissive, so fuckable (their words he said) on the cork-board table in the machine shop made a lot of guys very horny. I told them I'd ask you to consider it. So you can imagine that they would be highly anticipating another visit from you.
I just stared at him knowing that he knew how my fantasy mind worked. It was racing ahead visualizing the scenario. I would be taken by surprise, stripped of my clothes, and held against my will while I struggled to get free. I would be passed from one man to another for their pleasure.
I thought about my Amsterdam fantasy of playing a prostitute for one night and having sex with multiple strangers. It was fueling my interest. I probably shouldn't have told him that because he equated it with his picture of me having sex with multiple men fantasy.
"Same thing Yvonne. Same thing."
He talked about it every day for a week, building it up. He said he had already told his poker buddies who would be really disappointed if I backed out.
"Backed out?" I said.
He looked down. "OK bad choice of words. I'm just saying this has such potential. I told them they'd be helping you with a new fantasy because they already like exhibitionist Yvonne who stripped and masturbated for them. And now they'd love to enact this new fantasy with you."
Stan didn't say it. He didn't have to but I knew this was really about him and not his buddies. He got off to me stripping for his friends, masturbating for them. He liked showing my pussy to them after I fell asleep. Now he had this new fantasy of watching multiple men have sex with me. I wasn't there yet but I told him I'd work on it. Plus I didn't want to let him down because he had always been so supportive of me acting out my masturbation fantasy on layovers. I knew he was jealous of that even though he always acted cool as if it didn't affect him.
So my husband coordinated for me to arrive on a Sunday night when I would return from my Amsterdam trip. I would already be at the airport and near the machine shop just north of there. He said that they were very excited knowing that I'd be arriving in my uniform which didn't surprise me. Surprising a flight attendant innocently lost in an industrial park would have quite an appeal.
I could think of two rules right off the bat. One was that they had to wear condoms and, two, that my uniform needed to be in the same condition when I walked out of the machine shop as when I walked in. He assured me that he would discuss it with them.
So I waited for him to set it up and used the days in advance to convince myself it was right for me and a welcomed new fantasy.
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