How I Discovered my Exhibitionism

I was already worried about the amount of attention I was getting from John - right in front of my husband! . . . but I was having so much fun, and the evening was quickly drawing to a close. I sent another text.

"ok . . . what is your idea?"

Wei didn't send any more messages for a few minutes. Finally I texted him.

"you are quiet."

"i'm just playing with an idea in my mind. that's all."

"what idea?"

"the idea of you not wearing panties."

"no way!"

"no one would know except you and me. the way you are sitting, the lighting, and your black dress, he couldn't see too much. trust me."

I looked up at the clock, it was almost 10 p.m. I knew the guys wouldn't stay too much longer because I had to leave for the airport no later than 5 a.m. I heard Tom telling the guys he needs to go to bed early.

"john and I are waiting eagerly," Wei texted.

I took a deep breath and stood up, walking toward the bedroom. The men, focused on the card game, paid no attention to me as I went by - except John, who glanced in my direction, then quickly returned his gaze to the cards in his hand. I went into the bathroom off the bedroom, closed the door, and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was red and warm. I hesitated, then took off my pink panties, hiding them under the dirty clothes in the laundry basket.

I looked at my phone and saw a new message from Wei.

"are you in the bedroom? please open the curtain."

I went to the bedroom window, pulled the curtains open, and looked up at his lighted balcony.

"what?" I texted.

"just want to see your pretty face ^-^. you must be having fun! your face is red :)"

"it's hot here."

"i know it's hot there :) . . . turn around in a circle so i can see you."

I turned around slowly for him. For a moment I had a crazy thought of pulling my dress up as I turned. I almost did it - which must have put more bounce in my step.

"wow! you're hot!" he texted, "just one thing more."

"what?"

"before you go out, take your bra off."

"no way!"

"It will be fun if you do. i bet no one would notice except john and I."

I considered the idea but decided it would be too obvious not wearing a bra. Tom must have seen my inner struggle. He didn't press too hard.

"it's ok if you're not comfortable, but at least i want you to feel your nipples, make them as hard as possible."

I didn't hesitate. It sounded crazy but part of the excitement was taking instructions from Wei. I didn't have to do much because my nipples were already hard. I slowly stroked my breast with my left hand.

"i wish I could smell your sexy smell. are your panties off?"

At this point I was so annoyed with his demands, I put my hands on my hips and glared out the window.

He must have seen my mood. "okay, okay, you forgot i can't see through your dress" He texted, "go back to your seat. sit a little more to the right so I can see better, okay?"

My mind was blank. I couldn't think. I went back to the couch and sat a little to the right of where I was before, exactly as Wei asked, though I did put a pillow on my lap. The pillow gave me a feeling of security, but I knew this wasn't the only thing he wanted me to do. Of all the shows I gave Wei, this was going to be the most intimate.

My sluggish brain told me to stop all this - but I couldn't. I knew this wasn't just about my natural physical response. I was very excited, no question about it. I think it was because of the amazing feeling of being wanted and desired, after years of feeling so invisible.

Both Wei and John wanted me, or at least they were excited about seeing me in revealing poses. Thinking about how attracted they were to me gave me a boost in self-confidence. I hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"i think John and his friends are leaving soon. we'd better do it fast. do as I said. pull the hem of your dress up more . . . higher . . .yes, higher . . . Good!"

Wei paused a moment, then texted:

"You can keep the pillow but move it to its old spot. I want you to spread your knees . . . open a bit more . . . yes! . . . push the pillow back a little . . . you look so sexy! . . . how do you feel?"

"Insane," I typed.

"good! . . . I can see him glancing at the mirror many times. he is enjoying the view. pull your dress up a little more."

The hem of my dress was almost at the top of my thighs. There was no way I could lift it up further without totally exposing myself. It was an erotic thought. My conscious self was screaming, begging me not to go along with what Wei wanted. It wasn't just about my shyness to expose myself. If I played along now, what would be next? If i was only showing myself to Wei through the telescope, I would probably go for it. Exposing myself to Tom's colleague was a lot more risky. Then it occurred to me that the party was nearly over. Soon everyone would be gone, and I'd be on a plane early in the morning.

I hesitated.

"We're waiting eagerly. My hands are shaking as i'm typing this message."

"no. i can't."

"just once. pull your dress up a little more and leave it there for a few seconds . . . just a few seconds."

My defenses collapsed. I pulled my dress up another inch. I tried to convince myself it wasn't that bad. No one could see how exposed I was except for Wei and John. Even then, they probably couldn't see much due to the angle and the dim lighting. I was glad I had recently trimmed my pubic hair - until I realized it probably exposed my labia. The thought sent a thrill through me, made me wet almost instantly - which only heightened my excitement and humiliation. From the corner of my eye I could see John staring open-mouthed into the mirror.

Luckily the moment didn't last long. The guys were leaving. I immediately hid my phone in the gap between the sofa cushions and stood up, smoothing down my dress. I smiled and thanked all of them for coming. I didn't make eye contact with John. He wasn't that cute to begin with. That wasn't why I exposed myself to him. I think it was the intense, unexpected thrill I got from exposing myself.



(6) last night

Tom went to take a shower after they left. I swiftly collected all the glasses and dishes around the living room and took them to the sink. I wanted to change quickly, before Tom came out of the shower. I didn't want him to find out I hadn't been wearing panties at the party. As I headed into the bedroom I picked up my phone and saw a final message from Wei:

"the party is over. :( "

I deleted all the messages we exchanged.

The bedroom curtain was still open. The small lamp on the dressing table cast a dim light in the room. I looked out the window and saw that Wei' balcony light was on. I knew he would still be watching. After all my risky exposures during the party, I felt safer now. I also felt more sexy than I had in a long time. In fact, I was feeling quite naughty!

I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I unhooked my bra, tossed it on the bed, and stood naked before the window with the black dress puddled at my feet. I could almost feel Wei' eyes moving over my body.

I picked one of my sexiest nightgowns from the dresser by the bedroom window and put it on. It was a beige-coloured gown, nearly transparent with lace around the neckline.

I took a quick look at Wei's apartment and had another naughty idea. I knew what Tom wanted tonight, he was always hungry for me the night before I went home. Well, tonight he was going to get a horny wife - and, maybe, Wei was going to get a show. I hoped he would.

I walked slowly and seductively into the bathroom. Tom never closes the bathroom door when he takes a shower.

"It's been a long day," I said, "we have to get up early." Tom was rinsing the soap from his body. He glanced my way when I spoke. I smiled shyly. I knew what was on both of our minds.

"It was an okay night," he replied, "it would be better just to go out to dinner next time." He spoke in his usual neutral voice, but I saw the gleam in his eye when he spotted my transparent nightgown. He was rinsing himself with the hand-held shower head, removing the last of the soap. He looked so slender and fit. I saw the beginnings of an erection dangling between his muscular thighs.

"Um," I murmured, going to the sink to wash. Tom had put away a few drinks during the party. It usually made him a better lover - if he wasn't drunk, which I knew he wasn't tonight. I grinned, looking at myself in the mirror as I thought about the show I had put on for Wei and Tom's colleague. I would have missed all the fun if we had gone to a restaurant.

I heard Tom turn off the shower while my eyes were closed, washing off my makeup. I looked up in the mirror and saw him step out, drying himself. He was definitely getting an erection. He cast the towel aside and walked up behind me, taking hold of my hips.

"Let me finish cleaning first," I protested, quickly rinsing the soap from my face. He didn't say a word. His hands travelled up and down my body as he pushed against me. I could feel his erection pressed against my bum.

"I'm waiting," he said - but his hands were not waiting; they reached around and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the nightgown while his hips moved in a circular motion against me.

"Wow!" he said, almost a whisper - I guess he noticed I didn't have panties on. He lifted up my nightgown and pressed his pelvis against my bare skin.

"Wait!" I pleaded, though I knew there was no way to stop him now. I finished rinsing and turned toward him, water still dripping from my face.

He lifted me up and sat me on the sink counter. I gave him a coy, questioning look. He handed me a towel to dry my face. His hands stroked my thighs as I quickly patted my face and set the towel aside, propping myself on the counter.

He spread my knees, put his hand between my legs, and started massaging my clit with his middle finger. Then his finger slipped into me. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, putting my hands on his shoulders for support, feeling the excitement build between us. He thrust his finger in deeper, curving it upward, circling against the front wall of my vagina. A low, throaty moan escaped from me as my cervix muscles reflexively gripped his finger. He knew my body so well.

A thrill went through me when I saw his bold, eager look - I knew it meant he wanted to dominate me, make me his sexual plaything. I just wanted him to make love to me until I was sweaty and breathless and moaning in ecstasy. We used to be a lot more passionate at making love. The passion eventually died down to almost nothing - until his move to China. Then the months apart reignited our passion when we got together on my visits. On my first visit after he moved to the new work assignment we made love like newlyweds. The good times didn't last long, however - soon the stressful workload caught up with him.

He pulled my nightgown straps down and bared my breasts. His left hand stroked my breasts and mauled my nipples while his skilled right hand stimulated my pleasure spots. He was watching me closely. I propped my hands on the sink and leaned back, looking at him brazenly as I opened my legs wider. I dropped my gaze quickly when he took up the challenge and began finger-fucking me hard and fast, making squishy sounds. By now I was moaning loudly.

"Hmmm," he mused, obviously pleased with himself. His middle finger thrust inside me while his thumb caressed my clit and labia and his left hand tweaked my nipples almost painfully. I knew he was responding to my challenging look. To please me? To punish me for being so bold?

He leaned over and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.

"You are so hot tonight!" he said, "I've been thinking of this for hours." He looked at me and smiled. "I kept losing at cards because you were on my mind."

I blushed, thinking of how I had been exhibiting myself to Wei and John. I was sure Tom couldn't have seen anything from where he was sitting - but when I thought of how I had exposed my pussy to that stranger in the living room while my husband was dreaming of making love to me . . . it made me witless with desire!

"I love your black dress. It's so seductive, but it makes you look off-limits. You caught the attention of all the guys who came today. They were telling me how sexy you looked in the dress."

"What?" I was a little worried. How could he possibly know about my little game with Wei and John?

"I told them you're always sexy - and you're all mine!"

Apparently he knew nothing. Relieved, I smiled at him softly, showing my appreciation for his compliment. I looked down and saw that he was fully erect. He took his finger out of me, grabbed his erection and started brushing the tip against my labia. He knew my sensitive spots. He was teasing me.

"Hmmm," he murmured as I pushed back at him. The scent of sex was in the air. He pushed into me slowly. My arms wrapped around his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair as he began stroking inside me. I felt the desire burning in me, I was already about to explode. I leaned back on the sink, my pelvis thrusting at him compulsively as my orgasm swelled and burst. "Ohh, Tom!" I moaned, snuggling against his chest as he slowed his pace and stopped, still inside me. He knew how over-sensitive my genitals were right after orgasm. He knew my body so well.

He kissed me passionately again, his pelvis pressed against mine, filling me completely. I responded eagerly, loving the closeness with him.

All of a sudden he lifted me up off the counter, still inside me. I hugged him tight and wrapped my legs around his hips as he walked me toward the bed. I remembered that the curtains were wide open. I didn't think Wei could see us while we were in the bathroom, but he definitely could see us now. I briefly thought of asking Tom to close the curtains - but I didn't. I wanted to let Wei see us making love. It was so exciting to think of him watching us.

Tom dropped me on the edge of the bed and leaned over me, kissing my nipples. The nightgown was bunched around my waist, not covering much. I lifted my hips as he pulled it off me. As I lay naked on the bed with my husband standing over me looking like a conqueror, I wondered how well Wei could see.

"I don't think you have any idea how sexy you are tonight, how horny I am for you!" Tom's voice was low and breathless.

"Really?" I was curious. I raised up on my elbows and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, really," he replied. His gaze wandered over my breasts and down to my thighs. It was really erotic, watching him praise me with his eyes.

He pushed me back down on the bed and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. Then he guided his cock between my labia and thrust into me. His hands wrapped around my ankles and stroked my calves as he pushed in all the way. He gazed at me boldly as he began thrusting into me. All I could hear was our heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies slapping together.

He grabbed my knees, spread my legs further apart, and began thrusting harder and faster, his hips smacking against my open thighs. I opened my eyes and looked at him, open-mouthed and red-faced and pumping in me urgently. I knew he was close to orgasm.

"Ohh!" I moaned softly, thrusting back at him as a second orgasm started building inside me. When I felt him spurting inside me, splashing me with his come, it drove me over the edge. I moaned helplessly, drowning in the sensations, my hair limp and clinging to my face, my hands clutching at his hips. We came together, moaning in unison, clinging to each other desperately as the powerful waves of sensation roared through my senses . . . then, gradually, subsided.

Tom groaned, let out a big sigh, and laid on top of me. I didn't really like his bodyweight on me, especially when we were sleeping, but at this moment I didn't mind at all. He laid his head on my shoulder as my arms hugged him tight. It gave me a comforting, motherly feeling.

I enjoyed the silent moments with my husband. I had to admit I was not myself today. In fact, I hadn't been my normal self for the past several days. For some unknown reason I had enjoyed the extra attention and compliments Wei gave me. I had been naughty and teasing with Wei, and the thrill I had felt exposing myself to him was a big surprise.

But today's outcome was out of the blue. I had never considered acting inappropriately, especially in a gathering with Tom's co-workers. Thinking back on what I did, I still couldn't believe it.

Wei was probably still watching us. For a moment I had mixed feelings about it. The thought of him watching us excited me, but it also gave me a dirty feeling. Not the excited dirty feeling, but a bad dirty feeling, like I had allowed him into a private part of my life that no one else should see.

I could feel Tom's sperm leaking out of me. I moved my body a little to signal him to get off me. I didn't mind his body weight, but not for too long. If I waited he might fall asleep.

He got up and handed me tissues to clean myself up. We exchanged a quick eye contact followed by a kiss. I went to the dresser by the window and found a clean pair of panties, then decided not to put them on until I had showered. Besides, Wei had already seen me naked, so I felt no need to cover up. On the way to the bathroom, I picked up my nightgown lying on the floor. I quickly cleaned myself up, then spent a few minutes daydreaming, sitting on the toilet. I checked my cellphone. There was a message from Wei.

"Wow! I have a hard time believing the boring sex you told me about. That was the most erotic sex I have even seen."

"Listen, I know you are reading this. Say something."

"Yes."

"Do you want another round of fun?"

"No."

"I knew that's what you would say. What I want you to do next is take the initiative you're always afraid to do."

"I'm not leaving the apartment." I suspected he would suggest seeing me now.

"You don't know the effect you have on me! I'd love to meet you, but I know you wouldn't do it. Here's a not-so-crazy suggestion -- I want you to give your husband the best oral sex now. I want you to take the initiative. I know you can do it."

I left the bathroom. Tom was already snoring on the bed. I looked out the window and saw the light on at Wei's balcony. I stepped in front of the window, waved at him, and closed the curtains.