Cindy First Taste of Exhibitionism

He then tried to explain, "The husband arrived back, and he had to have known I had seen his wife naked, yet he did nothing but give me a knowing smile. So once he stepped inside the hut, I doubled back and glanced in the door."

"You fool, what if he had seen you?"

"I had left my gloves there, so I could have said I'd returned for those. But it was dark and the cabin lit, so they were unlikely to see me."

"I watched him talking to her. She looked mortified at first, so I presume he was telling her I had been outside. But after a bit, she seemed to accept it and started acting up and almost posing for me. I couldn't drag myself away. I would have come and got you but thought they would have finished before we returned, so I stayed put."

"What makes you think I want to watch something like that?" Mary snapped.

But she mellowed and pushed him to describe more of what he had seen. Finally, after answering all her questions and filling in the details, he thought she was more than just interested. And this was confirmed for him when they went to bed. Mary was ready for sex and was much more adventurous than she had been in years.

Bruce caught Mary peeking out the window at the young couple the following day as they returned to their cabin after breakfast. And as soon as they drove off sightseeing, she grabbed the cleaning gear and went to clean their cabin. He mulled over Mary's reaction as he moved around the camp doing his chores. In the past, when he tried to get her interested in any voyeuristic sightings he had witnessed, she was scathing and gave him shit. But she was acting very differently that day.

When Mary returned from cleaning their cabin, Bruce asked her what Cindy's knickers smelt like. She went plum red and spat out denials.

"Fuck me! You did. You smelt her knickers. You horny little vixen. Would you like me to take you out back for a minute?"

Mary half-heartedly still tried to deny she had done anything and gave him a dirty look at his suggestion of sex. But when he took her hand and led her through the door to their apartment, Mary gave little resistance. She stood stiffly by their bed as he tore her clothes off, but then she warmed, and they were soon in the throws of another steamy sex session.

As they lay side by side, catching their breath, Mary asked him if she could go and watch with him that night. She questioned him about what would happen if they got caught. Bruce spent some time telling her how well hidden in the bushes the window was and that the husband had to know he was there. So there was little chance they would be confronted.

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Back in our cabin, Tom still found it hard to believe that Bruce would have told his wife about his activities. But as the light faded, he stood near the door and kept an eye on the office. We had some music playing softly. I was in the bathroom when Tom called out that Bruce had left the office and was walking across the park. He was silent, then said, "He's gone to the fence over the other side and will be working his way around the fence to our garden."

I joined Tom at our table, and he poured me a glass of wine. I had changed into the lingerie he had set out earlier and felt incredibly sexy. Tom was sitting there in only his boxers, looking flushed as well.

"Is he there?" I asked, not daring to look up at the window.

"Not yet. I'll tell you when I see movement at the window, you keep half an eye on the door."

Tom never mentioned to me about the wife being with Bruce. It wasn't until later that night he admitted that to me, saying he had been concerned I'd freak out.

It was fully dark now, and we had all the lights on. So I rose and walked around the cabin, pretending to do small tasks. But I couldn't sit still and was looking for movement at the door and window. I was very excited and kept bending over, picking things up and swivelling around, so my butt faced the window or door.

I saw movement. First, It was just a flicker of darker light in the window, something you would never usually notice. It could have just been a shadow of the trees moving in the wind, but I knew this wasn't the case. I moved over, sat on Tom's knee, and let him slip his hand under my bra. My nipples instantly hardened as he kneaded them. He asked, "Do you think he's there?"

"Yes. I saw a little movement. I'm sure he's there. Take me to bed. I want to be fucked," I said the latter loud enough so I would be heard. I couldn't believe I had been bold enough to yell that out, but I'd been running this scenario through my head all day.

Tom lifted me to stand beside him, pushing the lacy black panties down over my hips. Then turned me around and pushed me towards the bed. He whispered in my ear that I looked so fucking sexy standing there in nothing but my bra, suspender belt and stockings. His comment awakened sensations I never knew I harboured, and I made some modelling poses for him, turning around, arms above my head. The look of lust on Tom's face told me he was just as turned on as I with the situation. He pushed me down onto the bed and positioned me so my open legs afforded anyone at the window a good view. But we were both conscious of not glancing up at the window.

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Mary, Bruce's wife, didn't know where to look. Bruce had helped her onto the rock and climbed up beside her. She hung back and watched him look into the room, ready to flee if he showed any sign of being seen. Mary couldn't believe she had been stupid enough to agree to this. But when Bruce nodded, it was all clear and indicated for her to have a look; she raised her head and peeked inside anyway. Mary had never experienced the exquisite, stimulating surge of emotions that overtook her then.

The young wife was sitting on her husband's knee, and he was fondling her breast, and her legs were parted. Her transparent black thong barely concealed her puffy pubic mound. Mary ducked back out of sight. She didn't know if she could watch; it went against all her previous convictions, but the intense yearning in her groin was hard to ignore.

Bent below the window meant that Bruce's bulging hard-on was right beside her head. And when he reached down, adjusted himself, and it almost sprang out the top of his shorts, she gasped and stood to see what was happening.

Before her eyes were even at the window, Mary heard the young wife moan and call out that she wanted to be fucked. It sent a sexy tremor of lust flooding through her. She jerked her head back to the gap in the curtain and saw Cindy pushed down onto the bed.

"God." she whispered to Bruce, "Look how wet she is."

"I know. You've seen nothing yet. She will go absolutely nuts when he fucks her."

Mary watched as the husband ran his fingers through Cindy's wet slit and held them up for her to taste. She eagerly sucked his fingers into her mouth. Mary had never tasted herself; she dropped her hand down inside her panties and slipped a finger into her own pussy. She was surprised at how wet she already was; these days, she seldom got very damp, and Bruce had to use a lubricant. But she grinned to herself. There was going to be no need for any vaseline tonight.

Mary watched the expression on Cindy's face change. Her husband thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, drawing moans of pleasure from the young woman. Mary hooked her own fingers deep into her cunt, searching out that rough patch of skin not far inside that always gave her such satisfying feelings.

Then the husband did something that made her wince. He pushed a finger into Cindy's butt. Mary knew about anal, she wasn't totally naive, but she and Bruce had never done that. He'd never even tried. She had read about anal in a book once, which aroused her. She had touched herself there but thought it dirty and went no further, worried about it being painful.

But Cindy got very animated when her husband touched her there. And she started yelling out for him to fuck her in the arse. He asked her where she wanted his cock, and she yelled again, "In the arse, you bastard. In my fucking arse."

Mary couldn't believe the euphoric thrill she was having from watching. Her panties were soaked, and she pushed them and her skirt down over her hips to get at herself more easily. Mary was so overcome with her need she didn't hold onto them, and her panties and skirt dropped to her ankles. Too excited to be bothered, she stuck her fingers in deep again and, with the other hand, reached around to her naked butt and searched for her puckered rose. The feeling was sublime; her butt hole was alive with sensations. She crouched slightly, slipped the finger from her butt into her own juices, then pushed it back into the ass, way past the first knuckle.

Bruce had slipped his cock out the front of his shorts and was stroking it now. He glanced at Mary when he saw her crouch down, thinking she was attempting to leave. His jaw dropped in amazement when he saw his supposedly conservative wife, skirt and panties around her ankles and fingering both her holes. Not one to let an opportunity pass, he let go of his prick, stepped behind her, and ripped her blouse open. He knew he would cop it later, as some buttons fell between the rock and the wall. Then cuddling into her back, he lifted her bra and let her pendulous breasts fall free. He fully expected her to explode in indignation at his actions, but instead, Mary stood up straight and stared into the room again, her fingers a blur between her legs.

Bruce cupped both beasts and began to work on her nipples. He whispered in her ear, "Would you like to be fucked in the arse?"

He'd never spoken to her like this before. So he was shocked when she replied with a long, drawn-out "Yeeeeesss."

"Not now. We can't do it here. Later when we get home," he answered.

Mary moaned, "Yeeess," again. Loud enough to be heard in the cabin. But when Bruce glanced over her shoulder, he knew the couple had not heard. Cindy was moaning with anticipation, her moans rising in pitch and volume as Tom smacked her ass. He had her positioned on her hands and knees, and she was twirling her bum around in anticipation of his assault.

"You like that, don't you," her husband growled, "you love it when I spank you. You love being watched."

It took Mary a minute to take in the meaning of those words. Her clitoris had doubled in size and throbbed with pleasure, almost too sensitive to touch. So it took her a minute to put Tom's words into context.

"God, Bruce, they know we are watching," in saying this, Mary made to pull away from the window and flee.

Bruce held her tight, "I think you are right, and I'm sure they knew I was watching last night as well. So we are not going anywhere."

Their eyes were drawn back to the window as Cindy called out, "Uhng... Aaahhhuuhhh," every time Tom smacked her arse. Then on one softer smack, Cindy yelled, "harder Tom, smack me harder.

Mary stopped struggling and realised that Tom had his cock in his hand and was moving in to fuck Cindy.

Tom knelt beside Cindy, his hand gripping her butt, his other hidden but certainly holding his erect penis. Mary watched Cindy's face as she turned and watched him slide into her vagina. The lewd, craving look Cindy gave Tom sent a new wave of desire deep into Mary's bones. She reached behind and tried to get Bruce to fuck her. But he pulled away and directed her hand to his cock.

"Slow down. They are just getting started. Play with me for a bit and watch."

Mary was tingling with a surging excitement, and she resumed fingering herself whilst jerking Bruce off. Then another groan escaped her lips as she watched Tom stand over Cindy and lower himself to crouch behind her. Mary knew what the man intended. But she couldn't see how he could fit as the guy's cock was significantly larger than Bruce's.

Tom put his hands on his wife's shoulders, pushing her face down onto the bed, then crouched behind her and directed his shaft into her cunt. He gave a few thrusts to get it good and wet, then withdrew and pushed his purple knob against her bum. Mary tensed, expecting Cindy to do the same. But Cindy eagerly pushed back against his pressure, and his cock slid into her receptive arse with a noisy plop sound.

Again Mary was agog with what she was witnessing. The sensations in her own cunt doubled, and she knew she was going to orgasm. She tried to hold it back, but when she felt Bruce's cock throb, and he began to ejaculate over the cabin wall, she erupted. The climax bent her double, and she almost teetered off the edge. The only thing stopping her from falling was her firm grip on Bruce's ejaculating shaft.

The first couple of spurts, Bruce caught in his hand, and he rubbed his spunk all over Mary's breasts, paying particular attention to her hard nipples. She suddenly craved to do something dirty and pulled his hand up to her mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Seeing this, Bruce dropped his hand, scooped some of Mary's own gushing fluids and raised them to her lips. She didn't hesitate and sucked her mess from his fingers with even more ardour than she had his spunk.

When their breathing slowed, Mary indicated she wanted to leave, "Take me home now. I don't need to watch anymore."

Bruce quietly spoke, "Watch for a bit more with me. I won't be ready for any more sex for a while, and if you want me good and hard soon, then let me watch them a bit longer, so I get excited again."

So Mary stood and glanced back into the room again. Tom was in full stride, taking long, forceful strokes into Cindy's bum. Mary found that now she was momentarily satiated; she could observe what was happening in the room in more detail.

"So tight and wet," Tom ranted to Cindy, "and you love taking my cock inside..."

Whatever else Tom growled was lost to Mary as Cindy's pussy clenched, her thighs strained, and her first orgasm hit her. She cried out loudly that she was coming and for him to fuck her good. She had slipped one arm under her body, plunging her soaked, slippery fingers into herself.

Cindy's vocal climax didn't just get Bruce going again. Mary found herself getting excited again, and when Tom started shouting dirty obscenities, he yelled he was coming too. Mary found she also had an orgasm building. She reached her hand back down between her legs and searched out her G-spot. She was very sensitive still, and so kept her fingers clear of her clit.

Bruce hugged her tight and started pinching her nipples again, "Cum for me, you beautiful woman. Where have you been hiding all these years," he murmured in her ear.

Cindy was yelling, "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm going to cum again." And when Tom shouted, "Cum on my cock, let yourself go now, you horny tramp." Mary climaxed, matching their cries, "Oh, God! I'm going to cum again,"

Her climax drove her to her knees, body quivering, fingers still between her thighs, slowly fingering deep inside as her orgasm unleashed blissful relief. It had built faster than she thought possible. She had never had a double orgasm before. Her pussy felt flooded, and her swollen folds pulsed with pleasure. She lifted her fingers, smeared with her juices, up to her mouth and sucked the slightly-salty fluids from them. She had to cup her crotch with her other hand to stop her mess from dripping onto the rock.

As soon as she was back with the living, Bruce helped Mary down from the rock. She was fucked, and he wasn't strong enough to hold her on the rock any longer. They sat on the edge of the rock for at least ten minutes, listening as the young couple continued to fuck.

'Oh, to be young again,' Bruce thought as they finally rose, and he walked Mary back to the office.

Cindy and Tom Woke up in the night and fucked again; the experience had them so worked up. They were up and left early the following day.

They waved to Bruce and Mary as they drove past the office, Tom commenting, that he thought they looked sad to see them leave.

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That spring holiday twenty years ago was only the start of Tom and my many exhibitionist adventures.