Holidays are done. We did spend Wednesday evening through Christmas eve at my dad's. His statement to us kids was its time to get back to living and he wanted Christmas to be about fun not him.

I assume he was getting tired of everyone visiting trying to keep him company and not enjoying visits. My wife and I discussed. Skipping through the visit and conversations. During our visit after arrival we determined that the weather was going to change dramatically. We arrived to almost 60 degree weather. By Friday and Saturday it would drop to single digit Temps. So Thursday we spent winterizing the place. My brother and sister left after lunch saying roads permitted they would return Saturday for Christmas eve. All this matters because it turns into the one event.

Thursday morning I wake up early. My wife is in bed. She's wearing an old large tshirt and large SpongeBob boxers. She told me she would get up and start breakfast in an hour. I go outside with a coffee and start winterizing the other buildings and sheds on the place. My brother and sister planned on coming to assist. After an hour I go in for a coffee refill. The kitchen is a long galley style with an island bar in the center. I walk in and my wife is sitting on a stool facing my dad talking both drinking coffee. My wife asked if I was hungry I declined and said refill only. I go in the side room and refill my coffee and wash up. I walk back into the kitchen towards them. They are discussing Christmas and weather two subjects I had no input for. I walk up beside my dad sitting and explain what I had accomplished and what's next. He said he was just sitting enjoying the conversation and company.

My wife is still in her pajamas. I look at her sitting and her braless nipples were rock hard and poking out the fabric of the tin tshirt. I said, I have to agree. My wife sat taller to this smiling at me. As they started back their conversation my wife put her heels on the cross piece of the stool legs and opened her knees. I look and her SpongeBob boxers were askew. A gap formed on her right leg exposing the entire right side of her pussy along with a majority of her slit. I look at her. She talking as my dad takes a drink of coffee and she smiled. I stayed listening for a while. I refilled my coffee and back outside. Maybe a half hour later my dad comes out to assist. Were were winterizing the atv's when I said, sorry about my wife's exposure this morning she gets too comfortable when here. He didn't respond immediately. Several minutes later he said, no need to say anything to her, I hardly noticed. I said, yea right. Nothing else said.

After lunch and my brother and sister left my wife with a sly smile asked, so what did you think of the breakfast show. I laughed and told her my dad's conversation. She said she was initially just sitting at the island on her phone having coffee when dad arrived and pulled up his chair. She knew her nipples were poking but noticed him looking between her legs each time she moved her legs. She said when they refilled their coffee, before getting back on she pulled her boxers up and over as she sat. She said she would open and close her knees as they talked and each time his attention was distracted to her crotch when her legs were open. She did not look down to see how exposed. I told her the details. She was giddy because he stayed to look.

By mid afternoon the temperature had dropped to the 30s and started to rain/sleet. My dad and I cut wood for the fireplace. We set it in the yard close to the house and covered it. By late afternoon it late afternoon it was windy and snowing. Freezing cold. We adjourned to the house. We had a meal and sat to watch football. It's dark, cold and snowing. The satellite feed died so now no television. We put a Christmas video on and moved to the fireplace. My dad and I set two chairs to the left and my wife sat on the floor in front of the fire facing us as we talked. After some conversation my wife xcused herself to change into pj's and get a vodka tonic. When she walked off I said I was going to make me a jack Daniel's and water. My dad said that sounds good, make me one. He is absolutely not a drinker. I said you want a weak one. He said, hell no, just like yours, I'm grown enough and no one to complain. My mom was a non drinker and complained if we even drank wine. I made two strong drinks and returned.

My dad did ask how the hell I drank mine like this. I said you sip not drink. My wife returned with hers and we listened to the movie and talked. After the first hour I made my dad and me another, my wife was on who knows, I did not pay attention. I reloaded the fire. By the end of our second drink my dad has transformed into this happy, laughing conversationalist. I made myself another and my dad requested another but this time I made him a water splashed with jack. He either didn't notice or care. We were enjoying watching him laugh, talk and joke. Honestly, I haven't seen him like this in years and especially in the past couple of months. Dad finally excused himself to the bathroom. My wife and I were ecstatic with his transformation. She said that she has been doing her best not to expose sitting. I asked why. She said, I didn't want anything distracting dad from enjoying himself. I said true but you have fun too.

When dad returned he said, I haven't peed that long and hard in years. I said, congratulations. He said smiling, who knew Jack Daniel's helps an old man's stream like this. We all laughed. When I returned from the same my wife is sitting indian style facing dad talking. I sit and her pussy is on partial display. They are talking about me. As they talked I wanted to test the situation. At a lull between them I said, you may want to check yourself to my wife. She looked at her nipples poking and said to me, am I showing too much, should I get a robe. My dad responded, he said, you are just fine. He doesn't recall all the times he was seen around the house, yard, land, ponds, I could go on. This altered the subject from a lot of innocent things I've done to more of the dares my brother and I did throughout the years. My wife quizzed my dad over and over about stories. He was happily relaying to my wife enjoying the view.

Most of the stories she had heard before but she was really enjoying my dad's perspective. To summarize. My brother and I really enjoyed setting my mom off by doing anything half dressed or not dressed at all. It did not take much for one of us to accept a dare. On occasion even a visiting friend of mom's may or may not have experience us. Either way my dad was telling all. At one point my now drunk wife is 100% into the conversation. She adjusted her legs I assume for comfort. When she did this she left one leg bent at the other she stretched straight and out. She is obliviously listening to my dad, till he looked. She literally has her the entire boxers askew to the side and her full on pussy is on display including a portion of her landing strip. When he noticed he stopped talking and stared. My wife looked down and quickly apologized lifting up and adjusting her boxers closing her legs. Rather than acknowledge the exposure with further apologies she said, keep going, that's nothing you haven't seen before. My dad laughed and said, if that's true why apologize and cover. She said, fine. She assumed the same position. This time not as much was exposed but still plenty. She said, continue. My dad continued to tell the story of me being dared to jump off a cliff naked and swim to the boat that he, my mom and her sister were waiting then my cousin and brother followed with my swim shorts.

Time had passed but no idea from here on. I had to go out for more wood and it was freezing. Snow was still falling and a couple inches on the ground. I returned my wife has to move to allow me to reload the fire and get warm again which interrupted the conversation. This allowed my dad another bathroom visit. My wife is giggling about my history and the fact she had to reexpose herself at dad's request to continue. We both agreed he was enjoying his drunk. When he returned we were both standing warming our asses to the fire. He flopped into the chair smiling and said, I haven't enjoyed such strong peeing in years, how about another. I refilled mine and made him another with less jack Daniel's.

I returned and sat down. My dad asked my wife if she ever had done a dare like I had done. I thought for sure she was going to say no. Instead she responded with, well just before our wedding I did some bachelorette challenges with my big sister from my sorority. He said, is this something you can tell. Smiling she said sure. She refilled her drink and returned. She sat/fell onto the floor in front of us. Pulled one ankle close scooted to the side and stretched her other leg straight and out. Picked her drink up and took a sip placing it back on the floor. She asked, am I ok to begin. No exaggeration, she is overly exposed. We are looking at her swollen wet pussy, lips apart, showing everything. We even see the lower part of her landing strip. I say nothing. My dad didn't miss a beat. He asked, so what was the dare.

For the next however long she told most of the story as I wrote here. The only things she left off was her willingness, lack of embarrassment and a few forgotten or left out points. My dad quizzed her about sallie and her dad's responsesalong with her thoughts. She answered all. My dad did make a comment on several occasions that he sees how we are perfect together. The entire time they are going back and forth she remained in this position. Once the conversation was dying down I asked if I should get more wood or let the fire go out. I was not sure of the time and if either was ready for bed. My dad spoke first and said, it's still early but he would watch the fire if I put some more wood on. My wife laughed and adjusted her sitting. She said I'm not ready either I'm having fun. My dad said to her, it's not my fault you married a fun suckered. They both laughed. He followed with, I'm having the best Christmas. My wife said she wanted to cry but said, me too.

I responded to both with, sure you are having fun at my expense. My wife said yes but I just finished telling a story about me. Dad said I would tell one but I got nothing. Now to the whole reason for the post.

I stood up to go outside and get another load of wood. My dad said how about another drink. I took his glass and walked to the kitchen. I made him and me the same mostly water and a splash of jack. As I walked, I heard my wife ask dad, what you think about a dare for him. Dad said , what you got in mind. From the kitchen I could not tell what was being said. I returned. Setting my drink down I got my jacket to go outside. My wife stood up and flopped into my chair. She said, I have a dare.

I was ready for it. I was slightly drunk but ok.
She said, how about you have to go outside and get the wood naked. I said, that's crazy, it's below 20 degrees snowing and windy. She said, fine I double dare you. I'm actually dragging it out. I give excuse after excuse about weather and cold. Eventually my dad said, come on, you swam in ice water duck hunting before colds not a problem. My wife said, Yea. I said fine but you have to do a dare if I do this. Defiantly, she said, ok. In my head I really did not want to do this. I was freezing fully clothed with a jacket but I rationalized that once done then my wife was next. I started to head towards the door to strip. My wife said, the dare starts here, pointing in front of the fire. I said, my dad does not want to see my naked ass this close. Dad raised his glass and said, don't mind me, nothing I haven't seen many times.

I strip naked and start to walk. She said, no shoes. Now I'm completely naked standing in front of them sitting. How about now raising my arms. She looks at dad and said what you think. He is enjoying the crap out of this. He said, looks like he's ready now. My wife said go. When I tell you it was cold I can not explain how cold. The wind was blowing snow everywhere. I slipped at the wood pile and fell in the snow. The more I hurried the slower I went. I finally made it inside soaking wet and freezing. My wife got me a towel as she and dad laughed making comments about all the pink splotches on my body. I stand naked in front of the fire drying off. I even spend time rotating in front of the fire trying to get warm. It was weird that if I faced the fire my front was warm but my back was still freezing. Same for reverse. Eventually I got warm. During this process the comments continued. My dad even mentioned that he hoped that the cold had influenced my lack of manhood otherwise he would have to bear responsibility. They both thought that was hilarious.

I eventually got warm and dressed. I do believe that was the worst dare of my life. My balls are still yet to fall back into the sack.

I sat drinking my mostly water enduring additional comments. My wife and dad continued talking about dares. She mentioned another that I wrote about here when we were fishing and she was tanning topless. She told my dad she fell asleep and trolled her topless by another man fishing. My dad thought this was hilarious. He eventually said to my wife, what's your dare. Either he just reminded her or she was hoping I forgot. She acted innocent says, what do you mean. My dad back tracked thinking he misspoke, oh, I thought you had one when he finished. My wife slighly teased him saying, so you had to remind him. I said, no reminding needed, you two were enjoying another story. I asked are you ready. She said, sure but I'm not trying to carry wood. I look at dad, you got any suggestions for something outside. Dad shook his head no. I said, then go to the atv's and back. She agreed.

I turn on the back flood lights. With the wind blowing I couldn't tell if it was snowing or not. I returned to my chair. I said don't stop short we can see. My wife asked, so I have to strip here. She's standing three feet in front of us. I said, only fair. I guess my dad was taking her questions as her hesitation to strip in front of him. He said, I guess I better let you two finish this alone. Before I could say anything my wife asked, why. He said, you may be uncomfortable doing all this with me seeing. He was really trying to give her an out. My wife did not want to hear this. She asked the following and waited for answers.

Have you watched me tan topless.
Yes
Many times.
Yes
Have you seen me completely naked coming in from mudding.
Yes.
Twice.
Yes.
Have you watched me naked when I am out of the shower.
He paused before saying yes.
Many times.
Again he paused before saying yes.
Have you seen me naked other times
Yes.
Have you seen me today and tonight.
Yes.

She asked, so why are you uncomfortable. He said, honey I'm not at all, I just thought you may be. She laughed and said, I have never been uncomfortable around you. I was about to speak and break this love fest. My wife took the bottom of her tshirt and lifted over her head and off. She's standing facing us topless. He nipples pointing straight ahead and hard. She smiled and said anybody want to leave before I complete this dare. Funny but neither of us said anything. I nodded no and dad just took a sip from his drink. My wife, I'm sure stalling said, good idea and picked up her drink from the floor and killed it as we stared at bare tits. She put the drink down and immediately pulled her boxers to the floor and moved them to the side with her foot. Completely naked facing us from three feet she said, anyone uncomfortable at me doing the dare. We both responded no. Rather than head to the door she started rotating in front of the fire. She said, I need to get hot before. I was shocked at my dad's response. He said, no need. She smiled at him and said, aww that's sweet. She said now. She walked to the door turned to us smiling and out she went. We could hear her squealing. We saw her pass the window heading up the hill running, holding her tits.

I look at dad. I ask are you OK. He asked, how long has she known I watched her after the shower. I said years. He responded really. I said, she said she looks at you as her dad and did not care what you saw just what you think of her. I said, why do you think she wanted to go mudding the second time. She said that if you did not mind seeing her naked, she didn't care either. Her example was when i walk through the house naked after mudding she could too. He asked, what do you think. I said, you know I'm not the modest jealous type. He said, it's been fun tonight, I really needed the distraction. I said, I guess my naked wife would be distracting. He smiled and said, yes, but a very pretty one too. We could hear her squealing returning. We see her run by the window again holding her tits.

She runs through the door to the fire holding her tits. She is soaking wet and her entire body is bright pink. She starts using my towel dying off and I bring her a fresh on. She is haf laughing as she shakes saying she's freezing. Whether she was trying to give us a show or not I never asked but most of her drying process was done facing us sitting in these chairs. Our heads are about even with her crotch. We are watching her tits bounce and sway as she keeps bouncing as she drys. I look at dad and ask, do you think it's the cold weather that has those nipples that hard. He smiled at me and said definitely. She was still shaking and drying but responded in a shaking voice, assholes and smiled. My wife does this move all the time to dry and wrap her hair. She bends way over at the hips throwing her hair forward and drys it as it hangs and wraps it before standing. I love this. I was not expecting it. She turns facing away, her ass is just a few feet in front just above our faces. Feet wide she bends over throwing her hair over. We are looking at a very wet, very pink pussy and butthole. She is rubbing and drying her hair. I look at dad and say, well are you distracted yet. He never took his eyes off her, he smiled and said, absolutely. Still drying and wrapping her hair still bent over she asked, what are you two saying. I said, nothing just enjoying the distraction.

After who knows how long we at there staring quietly at her pussy, butt hole and her tits hanging and swaying she stands. For the next at least fifteen minutes or more we watched as my wife rotated back and forth naked in front of the fire. After she got warm, she took her glass to the kitchen and returned with a full drink. She asked if she could remain naked in front of the fire. I said that's up to dad. My dad raised an empty glass and said, if I can have one more before bed you can do anything that you please. He is smiling big, drunk. I take his glass. As I walk to the kitchen my wife asked, so how's your Christmas week. He said, you two have made my week the best ever.

I made his water with a splash and me the same. I returned with them talking. We sat there for over another hour talking and visiting. After the first twenty minutes or so she ended up sitting on the floor in varying positions never covering facing us. As we let the fire go out we were saying our goodnight. Dad said, thank you two. I said for what. Dad said, for making me feel young again. For including me in your dares. For making me remember what it like to have fun. Again my wife wanted to cry. Still naked she gave him a full on naked hug. She said, thank you for having fun with us. We love you. He then gave my naked wife a hug and said I love you too.

We walk to our bedroom door. As dad walked away my wife said, you know you can always come in and talk to me when I get out of the shower. Dad smiled and said, duly noted.

My wife was so aroused we ended up having sex all over that bedroom. Thank God for alcohol penis.

Friday was 9 degrees. We spent the whole day in the house. Dad and my wife both had massive hangovers. The only mention of the night before I had with my dad was when I asked him if the hangover was worth the previous night. He was back to his one word responses. Absolutely. Roads cleared by Christmas eve. I got a pat on the back from my brother for getting dad drunk. I got an ass chewing from my sister. We left around noon headed home. My wife and I got to catch up in private. All things that I've written were really the same as she told. The only add was when she and dad visited alone Saturday morning.

She said she was worried that he would have a problem after and that he would have a problem that she remained naked on show for us the remainder of the night. I asked if she got more than one word answers. She said yes. She said they sat in the front den drinking coffee. She pretty much asked if he was disappointed in her behavior. He said that he was not at all. He really needed us. He repeated that the two of us are perfect for each other and he had wanted to have a night of drinking but did not want to do it alone. He did ask her if she was a nudist. She said she laughed but told him no. I was surprised at how honest she was with him. She told him she's more of an exhibitionist and enjoyed the reactions she received. He asked if he had the appropriate reactions. She asked, did you look and keep looking. Ok. She asked if this made him think of her differently. He said it only makes him look forward to our visits more. She said that he even told her that he enjoyed her naked hug. She said that embarrassed her a little.

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I always love reading her adventures. Needless to say I wish I was your dad.:D

We have not had any opportunities to have some fun with exposures since Christmas. My wife and I have talked to dad weekly. The reason for this post is to add some perspective from my dad. This has obviously been on his mind since we left. Also as for me, my wife now wears SpongeBob and Tabasco boxers with tshirts every evening around the house. The gap or leg hole in some sitting positions give me varying views of her pussy which just takes me back to Christmas. She is completely unintentional about exposing and I've said nothing but enjoy the view and relive. She has also added a white tank top tshirt that gives a hint of her pink nipples and areolas. I'm sure she is aware but again I've said nothing but hope that a buddy may drop by unannounced.

Now to the post. Two weeks ago I am driving home and dad calls me. He is in town at a liquor store and wanted to know the name of the man on the liquor we had at Christmas. I tell him Jack Daniel's. He purchased and we talked as we both drove home. We discussed the proper way to mix along with other mixers. From out of nowhere he asked if my wife told me about their conversation just before we left. I told him generally. He said that he was just wondering when she told me about him seeing her. I told him that it was within the last year. He seemed a little shocked but asked what she told me. I asked him if there was an issue. He said that it's just been on his mind. I asked him why. I can not explain or describe dad's conversational skills. He is to the point and short with his questions and responses. He said that when my wife asked each of the questions about if he has seen her at Christmas, after we left he thought about it and he has been feeling bad. I again ask why does it make you feel bad. He said he feels like a creepy peeping Tom.

I actually laughed out loud and said, you do not need to fell bad or any other way. He said that over the years he did stop and watch her. I said I obviously know and so does she. He responded yes but I didn't walk away. I responded that neither would any other red blooded male and some females. At that point he abruptly ended with, well I'm home and ill talk to you later. We talked again that weekend but nothing was mentioned. He talked to my wife several times and me several times over the next two weeks nothing mentioned. Now this past Saturday. I had an afternoon golf outing with my buddies. We did not finish till just before dark. As I'm loading my clubs and bidding all a goodbye dad calls. I tell him I'll call back. Once on the road for an hour drive I text my wife I'm on the way and call dad back.

We talk about my golf game initially but the conversation was different. He was happy and talkative. I ask him if he finally opened his bottle. He said my sister just left and he's on his first attempt at mixing his own. We discuss. During the drinking conversation he said, I've been thinking about what you said. I asked about what. He said feeling bad about over the years watching her. I laughed out loud again and said, this really bothers you. He said it did. I said, would it help if I explain. Yes. I told him that my wife tans topless and sometimes nude when we are alone at home. She wears boxers and tshirts around our house. She never closes a door at our house unless we have company. When we went mudding she did as I have done and stripped. She has no problem or issues that you have seen her naked or will see her naked. I continued, her thoughts are and were since prior to getting married, he has seen everything so why hide it.

He in his new found liquor inspired happiness asked, so why are you not angry. He continued, you know I intentionally watched her. I said I did not understand I thought I explained it. He said you did but if I knew she was outside tanning I went to look. If I knew she was in the shower I walked by several times till I caught her. If you guys went fishing I would come watch. He said, even at Christmas i sat in the chair in the kitchen on purpose and talked that long just to see her. None of this makes you mad. I said, not at all. I again asked if he wanted me to explain again. Yes.

My response, I told you how she dresses or tans at our house. She does the same at yours. Since she knows that you have pretty much seen every inch of her she sees no reason to change. Something that may surprise you, she also enjoys the attention. He responded that's what she said, she called it exhibit. I laughed and said exhibitionist. Yes. I followed with there are times when she is completely unaware that she is exposed. He asked, so what do i do. I said, enjoy the show.
The summary of the rest of our conversation was he understood that she acts no different at his home than she does at ours with the only difference is he's there and they both may enjoy these occasions.

Before we ended the call I asked if he understood and felt better. He said he did and hopes that his questioning did not offend her. I said she will not know of the questions. He said good. He then asked when will we visit again that he has an almost full bottle. I laughed and said you know we always bring our own and it's always up to scheduling and my wife for traveling. We talked a little more about other things before ending. I then called my wife and relayed most. She was happy I did explaining rather than her.

I arrived home. My wife was smiling at me when I walked into the house. She said not long after I called dad called her. They also started talking about his drinking. He told her some of our conversation and said he hoped she continued treating his home as ours. She assured him we always do. He then spent the remainder of the call pressing her to commit to a visit. She said that the liquor was talking mostly and he was very talkative. By the end of the call she assured him she would check with me and see about a weekend visit this Friday. If nothing changes we will be on the road Friday. She was wearing her partially see-through white tanktop tshirt. She asked if I thought that it was proper sleepwear at dads.

If we do visit and any exposures happen, it will be somewhat repetitive. Is that something to post?

Absolutely! Love the stories!

Agree. Keep 'em coming.

You're a good storyteller. They're all fun to read.

I had some time sitting in my office and decided to see what's posted on OCC. Whether one can tell or not I have struggled to explain what my wife feels about exposures and more importantly what I feel when "supporting" or enjoying the experience. Today I read a post by shihoin called social nudity and people looking.

I am so glad I did read this. The postings by OCC members gave me a lot more clarity in what is happening and my questions after.

After reading it i felt like I was reading my thoughts. I keep trying to define what transpires and why. As one posted, putting the activity and likes in a box. Better yet. Trying to label my wife's enjoyment of being exposed and my enjoying hearing about it or witnessing. Indym posted, labels comfort us and somehow insulate us from what others think, and I'll add and what we think ourselves.

In trying to cautiously explain to my dad has been a struggle. Nudism, exhibitionist or candualism. Which box or boxes do we fit. Which definition or definitions do we fit. That has been a struggle.

Upon reading responses several times I have to agree with the original poster. Its all about what the wife is comfortable with. My feelings aside, she is in control of how and when she is seen. Prior to her revealing her feelings and activities to me she spent years concealing her true wants, needs and desires.

Of what I have read it is irrelevant what box or definition either of us fall into. She enjoys being exposed. I enjoy hearing about her experience from her perspective and I also enjoy witnessing. To those and others I mentioned in that post, Thank You.

We discussed our trip to dad's last night. We leave after work so a late arrival. While talking she said, did I tell you the time...... I said no. She proceeded to tell me about a girl's trip she took. I absolutely remembered the trip I was jealous she went and I stayed. After her story, we tore the bedroom apart having sex. The reason I could have started this post with this last paragraph. She is in control of how when and where and I'm along for the ride.

We made the trip to dad's but a week later.

This will be two post in one. First the long drive down and then the visit.

I'm in my office Friday and receive a text from my wife saying she was home and could we leave earlier for flashing truckers in daylight. Arranged to be home by 3:30. She text she would have the truck packed. I arrived on time and she meets me at the door drink in hand saying she packed our bags and the truck. She is looking hot as hell. She's wearing tight black leggings with the ever present thigh gap. Her top was a very tight red long sleeve under armour workout shirt braless. Her nipples were poking the fabric to the point I thought they would rip through. Another thing was I could see the slightest impression of her swollen areolas. After a quick change of clothes we were on the road.

In my truck were throw pillows from the house on the console and her seat. I asked why. She reclined the seat some and placed pillows on the console and against her seat and console. She rotated laying facing the window, left foot on the floor and right leg bent with her calf resting on the armrest. She said this is comfortable and I don't have to turn my head to see it a driver is looking. I thought about suggesting she remove her leggings and panties giving a driver a full on view of her spread open pussy but kept it as a thought. She returned her seat back to its original position. We talked about trucks and she explained what she wanted to do.

We stopped at a truckstop just off the interstate entrance to fuel up. She said she was going inside to use the restroom and get a snack. I mentioned her top possibly showed a little too much. She flipped the visor down looking at the mirror playing with her braless tits saying, you can not see through this top I checked. I agreed and pulled up to the last pump away from the entrance and started the pump. She jumped out and headed in. There were quite a few vehicles at other pumps and people streaming in and out. She walked like she had no care in the world. I watch a man stop as he exited. He watched her walk the remaining way and opened the door for her smiling. He turned and looked again as he walked to his car. I complete filling the truck and sit waiting. She eventually walked out with a small bag in hand. Even from the long distance I can flat tell she is braless bouncing and swaying. We get on the interstate and she said she had several guys follow her around the store so she took her time. She also said several women gave her mean looks including the cashier. She thought it was funny.

We passed a trucker within the first few miles she looked and said they made eye contact. She waited several more miles before peeling off the top and getting into the afore mentioned position. She then folded the top length ways to a maybe five inch ribbon and placed it across her tits. At first sight I'm sure she appeared to be topless with shoulders and her midriff bare. Her initial directions to me was to slowly pass and if they looked she would flash them.

Rather than go through each trucker I have three that stood out. To start off it was hit and miss. The first three or four did not look even at me very slowly passing. We then came on a line of three. Each driver looked and she removed the top flashing tits to each. It continued for another hour of daylight. My best guess is she had her tits out for ten to fifteen truckers. She was super excited. She got a range of gestures in return, from thumbs up to the OK sign to clapping. All were happy to be seeing her tits. The three that stood out.

First, we approached a truck pulling a long box trailer. I can see most of the drivers partially in the side mirror so I describe to her what I see. On this truck I could only see a small part and said younger white guy. When we get to the window the driver casually looks over and smiles. I was wrong. It was a rather masculine female. My wife said, she's a girl. The driver then still smiling gives her a thumbs up and motions with her hand to remove her cover. My wife said, should I. I said, sure. She flashes the lady and she responded clapping and repeated her thumbs up gesture. My wife said pass and I did. After covering again my wife said, that's a first. I asked what. She said, flashing my tits to a female driver. She kept giggling I asked why, she responded, that was her first lesbian experience. We both laughed.

The last two trucks we passed were the best. Up until this time if the driver looked I paused. If they seemed receptive she would give them a three or four second viewing and once she got a reaction she would say pass and I would. We had hit a long up and down hills portion of the interstate and light was fading. She asked if I saw any trucks ahead. As I topped a hill I see two trucks topping one a few miles ahead. She asked if I could catch them before dark. She's not happy when I speed excessively. I said sure. She said instead of pausing, if they are OK, stay beside them till I tell you. I flew to catch them. Both trucks are non sleepers pulling flatbed trailers with something wrapped in plastic. Both same company. One was a bit ahead of the other.

First truck we pull along side and I say, appears to be an older white man. We slowly get to the cab and it was. He glances over and does a double take then smiles really big. My wife gives him a shy half wave as I'm pacing his window. Still smiling he waves back and points to her partially cover tits. She points at them and still smiling he's nodding yes. She removed the top exposing her tits to him. He gives her both thumbs up and the OK sign. She said thank you. I said he can not hear you. He is saying something after several slow times I tell her he is saying beautiful. She says thank you slowly to him. I said shake them at him. She said ok but pass after. She then shook her shoulders back and forth causing her tits to shake. He says something along with another thumbs up. My wife said pass. I did.

The second truck was a bit ahead and I got to him and pace along side his trailer. I could see him clearly in his side mirror looking back talking on his radio. He is straining looking. I said, i believe the other truck is talking to him now he's waiting and looking back in his mirror. I think he had adjusted the mirror cause I could see his face clearly not partially. She said really, is he younger. I said not really, he is very dark black and bald. She said, I was hoping the last one would be a young one. She then took off the shirt and said I guess I don't need this if he's waiting. I then progress forward. I believe when we got just behind the cab he could see her tits because he started smiling and talking into the radio. I paused to check and he also slowed. My wife said, would you get up there already. I said he is looking at you now. She just said oh, ok. I then moved up to his window. He says something in the radio and hangs it on the visor. He looks with a big smile. My wife said, look he's missing half his front teeth. I looked and he was. We paced for a good five seconds with him gesturing and saying something we could not tell. My wife then starts at the base of both tits and squeezes up to and finishing at her nipples then released. He enthusiastically showed his approval. She then did it again. I said you should shake them to him again. She sat up and shook her tits several times facing him. Once done she waved and said pass. I did.

Later that night in bed we had a very vigorous sex session as we recalled the last trucker and his approving reactions. That was the last flash. She put on her top and slept most of the rest of the drive.

We arrived earlier than expected and once unloaded sat in the den talking to dad eating the takeout food we got in town. I'm sure dad enjoyed the view of her tits in that top. Later we went to bed. Saturday morning I get up for coffee. Dad is sitting in the den already drinking coffee. We visit awhile. I hear my wife in the bedroom. She asked if I would go in town and get doughnuts for breakfast. I ask dad and he wanted some also. I ask her if she wanted to come. No she was going to take a bath. I leave. I run into a highschool friend at the doughnut Hutt and spend time talking. I get back and my wife is fully dressed talking to dad. They are discussing going to some sort of outdoor sale that would take all day. The day passes with them leaving early going to this market/sale while I go fishing in one of the ponds to avoid going.

That night dad cooked late so my wife changed into her white tank top and Tabasco boxers. We eat staring at the hint of her nipples. After eating my wife moved several boxes of old pictures and photo albums into the den and sat on the floor sorting and going through them. She had me bring several more boxes. Most of the time she is sitting with a box between her legs. Legs open wide, pussy on full display. Nothing said or mentioned. Dad eventually got on the floor to assist, I'm sure to continue getting this view. This went on for several hours. Turns out while they were gone dad asked if she could help sort the boxes so he could give pictures to each of the kids. Once done everyone went to bed.

In the bedroom I said, well I guess everything is just normal. She asked what I mean. I said, your nipples are somewhat visible and nothing was said. Your pussy was on display for hours and nothing was said and no one mentioned having a drink so I guess your exposures are just normal. She laughed and said I don't think it matters. I asked why. She said that they discussed everything this morning and on the trip. So she began to elaborate.

After I left she went to take a hot bath. While laying in the tub dad came into the bedroom and asked if she would be interested in going to a nearby town with him to go through their markets and outdoor sales. She agrees. He returned minutes later dressed to go. She's still in the tub door open. He walks in and said he's ready when she is. They can not see each other. She said she had washed and was soaking till the hot water turned warm. She asked what type of market were they going to attend. He starts explaining and describing. She asked if he could come to the door so she could hear. She said he hesitantly came to the open door looking down at her in the tub. She asked him if he was uncomfortable around her naked. He said no, not really. She said, well you have seen every inch of me by now so I don't want us to ever be uncomfortable. She said she went on to explain how she and I talk as she takes a hot bath and she has no issues doing the same now. She said dad responded with he felt the same so if she didn't mind he didn't.

He walked in and sat on the toilet telling her about this town sponsored even. My jaw was on the bed as she talked. She said once the water was warm after about five minutes she stood up and asked if he would hand her a towel. He did. It's a relatively small bathroom. She thought he would leave. He didn't. He continued talking as she dried off just standing in front of him. Once dry, she said she thought she would warn him. She said, I'm about to wrap my hair. All he said was OK and continued talking. She said she turned her back to him, opened her legs and backed toward him so she would not hit her head on the wall and bent over throwing her hair forward. She said looking down my dad's shoes were between her legs. As she wrapped her hair he was silent. She paused, stood and turned facing him he was still silent. She said smiling I asked him was that too much too close. She said he responded plainly, no, not at all.

She said he accompanied her into the bedroom and sat in the chair at the end of the counter as she asked questions and he answered while drying her hair applying face cream and makeup. She said that she did another thing to see if he reacts. He was sitting in the chair she normally sits on to apply her body lotion. She moved the bench seat out and faced him. As they talked she said she applied her lotion everywhere. I looked over, the bench and chair were still in the same positions. Three feet apart. I asked everywhere. She said yes. She described how while sittig she lifted her foot onto the bench opening her legs as she rubbed lotion from foot to knee then the other. She said dad stared at her pussy but continued talking. She admitted that she was a little embarrassed that he was witnessing her arousal but continued. She said he watch her whole process including lotioning her tits and nipples. She said he even watched as she dressed. She said the whole process was faster than her normal slow take her time process.

When they moved to the den to wait on me she asked dad if him talking to her as she bathed and dressed bothered him. He said, not at all that he hoped she wasn't bothered. She told him that she was not. She asked if this was the end of the questions about her nudity or should she be more concerned about being modest. He told her that he was absolutely fine with her the way she is and did not want to change anything. Nothing else was said and they continued talking about their trip till I arrived.

Sunday everything was just normal we had a great time. Before we left dad wanted to say something. My dad is not an emotional person. Not a lovey, touchie tell you how he feels person. We are at my truck he said I need to say something. We both stand there looking quietly. He said, it has been hard for me since your mom passed. He continued, I've taken for granted the times you two have visited. Looking at my wife he said, yesterday morning talking to you and spending all day with me just shows me how much you care and I love you like my own daughter, never change. He looked at me and said, I hope she tells you about yesterday. I've always said you two were perfect for each other, I love you. We didn't know how to respond. My wife, with tears in her eyes gave him a long hug a telling him how much she loved him. Me, I just said, I love you too. After, he said now go, get on the road and be safe.

I guess now, our visits will be, just normal. I did accuse my wife of being a closet nudist several times on the way home. She just agreed.

Sounds like you had an awesome weekend, and thanks for sharing it with us! Also sounds like your dad had the best weekend ever... Lucky bastard. I do have a few questions if you don't mind.

When she bent over to wrap her hair, about how far away was her ass from his face? And is she completely shaved?

Next time you visit, are there any more boundaries you can push? For example, hugging her and holding her ass open? Or something along those lines? Anything that might open her up a bit more could be pretty exciting and a little further than normal nudist stuff.

However, I have to say your updates are one of the main reasons I check back in on this forum!

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Thanks a lot, dear Countrylivin...

Your story is so hot, so horny...

There are some parallels to my wife, who already had herself photographed naked as a young girl, but was often ashamed at the time. Today no more problem...

Then I passed her photos, first without, then with her knowledge, and she was very ashamed. But after some time she found it more and more exciting. Yes, and when I told her who had seen her naked or masturbating in photos or videos, she was totally wet and we had horny sex.

After that, siie was on vacation more often topless and soon completely naked, and I and then other acquaintances were allowed to photograph them so. And not only on the beach, but also in the hotel complex or on balconies and terraces.

Soon I showed her naked to others at home, in the sauna or when changing in public, and she gradually lost her shame.

But it did not stop there: we opened our relationship 6 1/2 years ago and we only also have fun with other couples or men and women. Yes, really good sex,

I hope it will happen to you soon, because it has enriched our lives a lot...

Not to diminish her nudity at my dad's house but I see it as a dual reality. Once she disclosed him witnessing her exposures it was addressed somewhat privately in respect to my mother. After her passing I have a different perception of what transpires. Yes, my dad goes out of his way to see her. Other times its just casual. My wife also instigated situations to be exposed. She said she called him to the door to address the elephant in the room later, her exposures.

To answer your question, the bathroom is small. Against the wall is an antique claw foot bathtub with a circle ring hanging from the ceiling for showering. The tub ends are maybe six inches from the wall on one end and a foot or so from the other. She tucks the curtain against the wall and tub when taking a bath. Maybe a foot or a little more from the side of the tub against the wall is a toilet. If you stand from sitting on the toilet the door is within reach. That's the layout.

According to her, she warned him to no avail. Her response was intentional. When he responded with a casual, OK, she went for shock value. Finally the answer, how close was her pussy and butthole. When she opened her legs and backed up she said when she threw her hair forward to dry and wrap she could see dad's shoes centered between hers. So her pussy and butthole were either at the end of his knees or hovering over them. I literally just measured to my knee so I would estimate between twelve and sixteen inches if he did not lean in. If he leaned forward who knows, six inches ot less. I would have leaned forward. She did not know. I asked how long she stayed bent over. She said about half as long as normal. That gave him around fifteen seconds of viewing to get as close as he felt comfortable.

As for the second question. She keeps her pussy completely hairless, just the way I like it. She is somewhat conscious of her thigh gap but I love it. She also keeps a nicely maintained light brown pubic landing strip. She has tried different styles of trimming but my favorite is the landing.

For the last question, my honest answer is probably not. My wife seems comfortable treating dad's house as she does ours. As I posted, she walks around out house naked or partially or in some provocative attire. I think she will continue the same at dad's.

Her boundaries have not changed much since disclosing her past and present desires to be exposed and seen.

As we were driving home during a discussion i asked her what would she do if my brother or my sisters husband ever came out and witnessed her topless or naked sunbathing. She said I would fake embarrassment and get dressed. I asked if she had ever thought about it and she said no. That is something I have thought about. When we fish at one of the ponds on the place she always ends up sunbathing topless or naked. Dad has seen her during this time. I wondered if my brother or brother in-law will ever drop by.

Since we are covered here in ice I thought I would post about the story my wife told and I eluded to earlier.

To forgo a lot of details. My wife's best friend in highschool was Amy. They stayed good friends through college. She was a bridesmaid in our wedding. She visited us after marriage for long weekends. Three years into marriage Amy came to stay with us for a weekend. They discussed her upcoming wedding. She also invited my wife to stay a Sunday through Sunday week at her parents beach house. My wife had done this many times throughout the years. Having no extra funds this early in our marriage for vacations she agreed.

This beach house was actually across the street from the beach. They arrived that Sunday and Amy, my wife and Amy's parents spent the day at the beach. She and Amy drank ate and relaxed through Tuesday. That night Amy's parents said they were going to go visit relatives further in Florida the next morning and would stop by to clean up Sunday on the way home. Wednesday morning her parents were about to go when Amy's fiance arrived unannounced. He was originally invited but had to work. He was able to get his work done and drive all night for the surprise. Amy, her fiance and my wife spent Wednesday at the beach and a movie that night.

My wife said she was feeling like a third wheel. Amy and her fiance played at the beach. No drinking. Amy and her fiance cuddled watching the movie. The next morning they were ready for a repeat day of beach. My wife said four days of sand salt and wind was enough and she would just relax tanning on the deck. They happily agreed. She said she set up a chair, music, a cooler full of her favorite alcohol drink on the deck. With a book in hand she was ready. She said after an hour the neighbor walked out on his deck and lit a cigarette. He looked at her. She said she did not acknowledge him beside her sunglasses just kept reading. She said he stayed watching her then went inside.

Her description of the yard. The deck was raised about two feet and took up half the yard on the left side. Had two six foot wooden gates on each side of the house. The fence was shorter around the other three sides. The left side of the yard was the side of a white cinder block store. The back of the yard was also blocked by the back of another white cinder block store as was the neighbors. On the right was the neighbor who had a smaller deck and work shop in the corner bordering the fence. She said it was about as private as it gets other than the occasional plane flyover and the neighbor. She said the way the houses were sitting no windows could really see her unless she was at the middle or end of the deck.

So, she said she enjoyed his attention. She knew him fom earlier trips. She said he was a widower. Friendly but kept to himself when Amy's parents were around. He came out several more times to watch and smoke. She said one time she stood up. She had bunched her bikini bottoms into a thong. She said as he watched she bent over and got a drink giving him a view of her cheeks. She said when she turned he turned and went inside. She said she started looking forward to his cigarette breaks. She said that morning he had come out five or six times. At lunch while inside she was going through Amy's bikinis. She found some that looked like they were hers when she was twelve. Amy's at best an A cup, my wife a D. she said she put it on, barely. The small triangles barely covered her nipples. She said she had titty out the bottom sides and top.

She went back out. He was there sitting. He watched her reapply lotion and lay down. He then got up and went to his work shop. She said she could see him clearly watching her in the window. I had her describe the window.
She said it was two small clear glass windows. She later saw him go inside. She now had a game. When Amy and her fiance returned she heard them but remaind laying in the chair. She said Amy was shocked at her top. Her fiance received a slap when he commented that it looked good. She put on a tshirt and they visited. Amy's fiance took them to eat. Amy asked my wife if she minded if they drove to another city tomorrow to show and look at wedding somethings. My wife did not remember exactly what they were doing but said she was going to do the same as she did that day and relax. Amy even said we won't be back til late so you can go topless rather than wear my childhood bikini top. Her fiance got another slap for a comment according to my wife.

So I believe it's Friday morning and they left later she said after ten. She had left all her things outside but moved her chair more to the middle. She said that top was really tight and decided to lay on her stomach with no top. She said soon she heard the neighbors door but was facing away. She said she still remembers how nervous and excited she was at the same time. She said she was not sure if he was still outside because she kept counting to three to roll over on her back but kept chickening out. She decided she would get up and walk inside and make a strong alcohol drink. She said when she stood up and turned to go inside she saw him standing smoking watching. She said she had an incredible urge to cover her tits and walk faster but resisted and casually walked inside.

She made a drink and said drank it immediately. She made a second and did the ame at the door counting to three. After several attempts she walked out not looking over. When she sat and laid back tits out he was gone. She said she was really disappointed. She then continued drinking and reading. After a few minutes she looked at his work shop. He was watching her from the window and had been. She said he watched her from the front walk out and lay down. She said she stayed like she was periodically putting her book in his view for fun. He stayed in the shop watching her rotate stomach to back till noon. She then got up and went inside. She said she saw him leave the work shop from the window.

She took her time eating and had another drink. Afterwards she went outside and stood by her chair applying lotion. She did not see him. She said it was really hot and moved the waterhole to her chair where she would mist herself to cool off. She said she had been outside for awhile just reading when she glanced over her book and her was standing watching her. She had no idea how long. She said either the music or alcohol caused her to not hear him. I said he probably just snuck out. She said after she rolled and rolled back he was gone. By mid-afternoon she had not seen him and assumed he was gone. She said she was thinking how at my parents and when we fished alone she would tan nude. Still undecided she went inside and looked at the neighbors driveway. His car was gone. She said she got really excited to tan nude in private.

She took another towel outside in case he returned. She said her heart was beating so fast as she untied her bikini bottoms. She said she even looked at the workshop window and saw no one. Off they came. She said it took the entire twenty minutes of laying on her back for her heart to slow down. She said after a complete rotation from laying on her back to her front she had calmed down and was disappointed that he had not returned. She said she started thinking that maybe he had seen enough and left. She then heard his door. She said she thought to herself, thank God I'm on my stomach, all he can see is my bare butt and back. She said another ten minutes or so she really needed to roll. She said her nerves just kept saying no. She decided to get up and go get a refill instead. She said she just stood up and started walking. Glancing over he was gone. She said after all her nerves she was disappointed again.

She refilled her drink and remembered saying to herself no more you are drunk. She said she walked to the kitchen window but did not see him. She said she also remembered standing at the door thinking, so what he doesn't have to look in this yard. Glass in hand she walks out. Rather than glance she looked over like she was going to run inside if he was there. He wasn't. She said by this time she thought how silly she was being and just act normal. She walked to the chair set the glass on the deck and moved the chair to get the sun out of her face. She is facing the workshop and saw movement in the window. She again remembered freezing and feeling like she was going to throw up from nerves. Instead she walked beside the chair and laid on her back. She said she had on sunglasses and her book up. She said she was working up the nerves to look. I said but you had sunglasses. She said, I know it was stupid.

She said she eventually looked over her book and he was looking at her. Also in the second window next to him was another person. She said they looked like twins side by side face in the widows watching. She said he left and must had brought back a friend. She said it took less time than before for her heart to slow. Then she got to the point of enjoying the attention. She remembered looking at the time and it was just after four so a lot of sun and long time till Amy returns. She said she remembered also that they had to be hot in there even with the doors open. For the next long while she said she did the following. Laying on her back one foot off the chair one on. They are looking straight between her legs. She did this many times. Another thing she did many times she described. Each time she would reach for her drink on the deck she would put a foot off each side of the chair. Lay her book on the deck. Move the back of the recliner up a little. Reach for her drink, lean back and take a few sips, put the drink back on the deck. She would then put her hands locked behind her head giving them a good, according to her, five minutes of unobstructed viewing of her pussy or tits as she sunned. I asked how many times she did this she said till her glass was empty. She said a good guess would be around ten. According to her she spent two hours on her back or standing misting herself to cool down.

She said around six she flattened the recliner giving them a look at her butt. After about twenty minutes she saw both men heading into the house. She stayed till seven and got up. She took a shower and dressed for Amy's return. By eight she was hungry and decided to grill a steak. Gas gill she lit it and put a potato on. While waiting the neighbor came out and lit his grill followed by his friend. She said nothing was said at first they were drinking beer talking. She said when she came out with the steak. The neighbor said, did you bring enough for everyone. She said we can split into three. He introduced his friend and was his business partner before they sold out and retired. They continued talking across the fence. My wife said she wanted so bad to say, sorry for the naked display today or something like that but chickened out. She said they had a pleasant conversation. Once her food was done the neighbor asked if she was going to the beach tomorrow. She really wanted to say something else but said no, I just like relaxing here in the sun reading, it's more private. They agreed.

I'll finish the last day.

This is an awesome idea! Hope they get a similar experience as your dad at some point.

Thanks for answering my questions, and it sounds like she had quite the time trying to shock your dad after her bath!

Work has dominated my time l, so for anyone following this post I apologize for the delay.

The delay did give me opportunities to have my wife recall her time again and I asked more questions for details. The first post was mostly spot on with a few details and thoughts left out. Since Saturday would be her last day she said she was over the moon excited as you will read why.

Amy and her fiance returned late Friday night. She and my wife ended up talking alone on the deck. Amy was apologetic about spending time with her fiance and not my wife. My wife assured her that she understood and encouraged her to continue because she was enjoying her time relaxing and sunning on the deck. Once agreed the conversation turned to sunning activities. Amy asked if the neighbor was out watching her in the baby bikini top. My wife told her he did come out several times. Amy said she bet it was more than several. She asked my wife if she tried topless tanning. My wife said she did for a little while but no neighbor sightings. Amy laughed and said he one hundred percent watched. Intrigued by her responses she asked Amy if she ever went topless. She told her many times and the neighbor would come out continously to spy on her. My wife acted shocked and asked what she did. She said she ignored him and enjoyed her tits free tanning while her parents were away.

Amy admitted to this several times a year over the years. My wife asked if she ever went full nude. Amy's response was, he is a nice older man and harmless, he never mentioned my activities to my parents so I had nothing to worry about. She pressed her to answer but dodged answering. She told my wife that she was sure he enjoyed looking at her tits much more than her little A cup nipples. They laughed. She also told her that her mother never throws her old suits away and she should look in the guest bedroom closet for a box full. In closing she told my wife to enjoy the sun and ignore the neighbor.

Amy and her fiance left early Saturday morning before daylight to get to their destination to watch the sunrise. My wife immediately went to retrieve the box of old swimwear. Rather than give details of each suit I will only relay the one she chose. The suit she chose was a two piece yellow thong. The top was identical to the other but she said easier to tie the string. The cups just covered her nipples and areolas. Her words, there was all kinds of titty exposed, top, bottom and sides. She liked the fit better because it did not squeeze her tits along the strings. The bottoms were another story. She reminded me how tiny Amy's mom was and is. She believed this bikini was pre-children, so relatively old. Here's the problem she relayed. When she put the bottoms on, she said the side were supposed to go over my hips. The side only made it half way to her hips. The back was like any thong. A tiny back triangle to a sting splitting down between her butt crack. The problem was the front. When she had it on as it was supposed to be it was obviously too small. The front triangle covered just over the bottom of her pubic landing strip leaving most of it exposed. She considered shaving it but did not want to tell me a lie about why.

To solve the problem with the front she was able to rotate the front up to just cover the hair. This left the lower end of the yellow triangle trying to cover her pussy. Her words again. There was all kinds of pussy and lips exposed. She said the least bit of movement and the lower part of the triangle would disappear into her slit leaving no coverage to speak of. She said standing in front of the mirror brought back her middle school and high school insecurities with her thigh gap. In the end she decided to wear it and have a drink.

She enjoyed walking around the deck before sunrise drinking. She said it felt like she was naked. After breakfast and another drink she decided to go to the beach and see the sunrise. She found a flowing white bikini cover in the box. The description was somewhat see through, large arm holes and short. Amy's mom is maybe five foot four and tiny everywhere. She said the hem was just below her ass cheeks in the back and at her crotch in the front. She thought enough to cover and if there were people on the beach she would return. She refilled her drink and headed across the street to the beach. She said luckily it was deserted. She did not take into account the wind and said the hem of the cover spent more time around her waist than covering her bottoms. She recalled loving the wind on her bare butt cheeks and exposed areas.

As she drank and the sun was rising she saw a walker headed her way. She said the alcohol was doing its job and she waited looking in the waves at the beach for shells walking back and forth. She said it was a middle aged man. She was sure he got several looks at her bare ass from a distance as she would let the wind blow it up and wait to recover. She was in the wash of water looking, he was walking on the wet sand out of the water. She timed it so she was walking towards him looking in the water as he approached. She said she let the cover do as the wind would. He smiled and stopped saying good morning, you finding any good shells. She turned facing him smiling, good morning, not may. He said it's not the best time for shells yet. He went on to tell her when the best times were and what part of the beach was best. She said the entire time he was mostly focused on her pussy. She said she even opened her legs wider while standing and knew the cover was blowing around her waist. She thanked him and said have a great day and continued walking in the water away. She said she took maybe ten steps walking and turned around. He was still watching her bare ass. He then said the same to her and continued walking.

When she got back to the house she went straight to the mirror removing the cover. She said that she knew she had all kinds of pussy and lips exposed but said the end triangle was buried in her slit leaving the front as much a thong as the back but the landing strip was covered. She was so excited.

She then started setting up her tanning area. She lotioned up everywhere, she misted herself with the hose and the top became a little bit see through. She said again she was enjoying walking around knowing she was practically naked. Still early but the sun is up she was not sure how much she had to drink but recalled feeling no pain, she walked out with a fresh drink and noticed the neighbor in his yard smoking, drinking coffee. Ignoring him, she went to the chair bending over setting her drink on the deck, adjusting the back and rearranging her towels giving him a view of her bare ass and anything he could see from that distance. When she thought she had done enough she turned and he was six feet away at the fence. He said good morning. She said it truly startled her that he was so close. She turned facing him responding with a startled good morning then covered her tits with her arm and her pussy with a hand in front. She said she knew her hand wasn't covering completely.

He apologized for startling her. She said that it was OK smiling. He asked where Amy and her parents were. My wife explained still covering. She then said she did not bring a tanning bikini and borrowed one but it's way too small. He said that he thought it looked fine. My wife thanked him and said she would change anyway. He asked why she would do that.

She said by this time she was thinking all Amy had said. Her response was, this was Amy's moms from a long time ago and is not covering me much, I don't want to cause any problems. She said he smiled and responded, I really think you are fine to wear whatever you want or nothing. It would not cause problems here. She said she knew what he was saying and why. She put her hands to her sides and said, you don't think this inappropriate. She said his eyes went from tits to pussy to tits and back before responding. She remembered her heart beating a hundred miles an hour waiting on his response. She said she felt so exposed him looking upwards at her on the deck. He finally smiled and said, it looks like it fits perfectly. She smiled and said thanks. He said you may not want to wear it to the beach, it would cause a commotion. She smiled and said no that she was planning to lay out all day. She said they stood talking about weather and food. At some point she said she wanted her drink. She excused herself and walked over, she remembered smiling and bent over, ass at him and picked up her drink and returned facing him but closer.

He was smiling when she returned. She told him sorry for my butt in your face. Still smiling he said no worries. She told him Amy said that she used to tan on the deck and you never said anything about it. He said, she did, what would I say, it's her yard and her deck. My wife said not sure of how he would respond, even when she tanned nude. No smile but serious, he said, It's her place. My wife asked so you didn't mind her naked. He said, not at all, why would I, she was happy to be naked and I was happy to see her. It's not my place to talk about it or judge. My wife asked, so you would mind if I tanned nude later. He smiled and said not at all. She asked about his friend. He said they make fishing tackle in the workshop to sell and he absolutely wouldn't mind.

After talking she excused herself inside and he went inside his house. Looking in the mirror at the wet suit she said you could see the shadow of her nipples and the bottoms were essentially a thong in front and back. She really wanted to just take it off and be naked all day but grabbed her book and went outside reading. She said both men passed along the fence to the workshop several times during the first few hours but only acknowledged her with a good morning the first time. She said she left her legs open laying on her back or front for them. Never sure of the time when asked. She said her drink had been empty for awhile so she went inside to refresh. While inside she removed her top and left it. She said she wanted to see if they responded.

She walked out disappointed they were not there. She sat the back up and continued reading. She noticed both men in the workshop window watching. She smiled wearing her dark sunglasses. She knew they watched her walking topless. She said she then spent a few hours topless. They walked in and out just glancing at her as if they didn't care. She was loving it. She said she eventually ate lunch late and another drink before removing the bottoms. Looking outside she saw them sitting at his table eating drinking beer. She walked out fully naked. She said both watched as she sat in her chair and watched as they ate and drank.

She said she gave them quite a show from the workshop window. Sitting with her legs spread wide feet off each side of the chair, reading. Legs open laying on her back tanning. Walking in and out of the house naked. She said late afternoon she had not seen them for awhile. She thought maybe they saw so much they were full. She was sitting under the awning naked drinking ice water when she heard the neighbors car pull up. She was a little scared at first that he had gone and got another friend. After a long period she had not seen anyone and decided to mist to cool off before resuming her tanning. She was standing by the fence next to the awning misting herself the neighbor walks out with a beer.

She said he just stood there staring. Noone else came out so she smiled and hesitantly waved. He smiled. She turned to the house and put the hose on the holder. When she turned to go to her chair he was drinking a beer half way down the fence between her and the chair. She started walking. He said he had to take his buddy home. My wife said she didn't know how to respond but said ok. He then caught on to his intrusion. He said, I'm sorry I thought I could talk to you when you waved. She said she was standing at the foot of her chair by this time. She said, no it's OK fighting an urge to cover herself. He again said he was sorry and started to walk away when she said, no its OK I just thought you two were busy and didn't notice me. Slight fib.

He asked her if she was enjoying herself. She said it was better than trying to wear that small swimsuit. She asked him, did you talk to Amy when she was naked. He said, yes but normally she started the conversations. My wife said she smiled at this. She said that he stood at the fence talking for over an hour. He would go inside for a beer and my wife would excuse herself inside also. She said that she would sit on the end of the tanning chair as they talked giving him the occasional unintentional legs apart show for periods of time. She said her favorite was standing on the deck facing him talking from three or four feet away adjusting her stance so he is looking at her pussy from front to back. She said her nipples were on permanent hard. She said she occasionally put her drink on the deck for the excuse to walk away from it talking only to return bending over ass at his face to pick it up to continue drinking. I asked how often. She was not sure but was sure of four or five if not more.

She says that it may be close to a couple of hours talking about, family, life, food, Florida and everything. She said at times it was so casual that she forgot she was naked. When he told her he was going in to shower and cook she told him she appreciated them allowing her to tan and would appreciate if he did not tell Amy. He said these two days are our secret. She said she looked at him and said what two days. He smiled and said I may have seen more yesterday. She told him thank you.

She did not see him again before they left. She said she remained naked till later that night. She and Amy did talk on the way back. My wife told her she did go topless and thebneighbor did watch her. She asked if she tried nude. My wife said no. She did not mention the neighbors friend or the man on the beach to Amy.

I know it's long but wow.

Good things happen sometimes.

I truly believe this was a setup by Tim and his wife. On the way home yesterday I get a call from Tim. He asked if I could come assist him in installing a new vanity/sink in his master bathroom. This job entailed removing an old cabinet vanity/sink, reroute the water lines to conceal them behind a new pedestal sink. I retrieved my tool for the occasion and went to Tim's.

He was already tearing out the old vanity. I assisted from that point. During this process we had to mud the sheet rock from some damaged areas. At this point his wife came in and asked how much longer we would be. To which Tim said we are doing this at your request so another hour or so. She said she needs to shower. Their conversation back and forth sounded scripted to me but I remained silent and continued repairing the wall. His final response was, go ahead it's not like he has not seen you naked. At that point I stopped and said, I can go watch television till she's finished showering. Tim said if she wants this done now she can wait or shower with us working. Her response was, fine. She walked out.

Tim went on to explain how she demanded the upgrade and he had put it off so long. It also sounded scripted. In between letting the applied mud dry, we sat on the floor drinking beer putting together the pedestal and sink along with the hardware. During this process his wife walks into the bedroom and without saying a word strips naked. She walks into the bathroom. She had to step over me and Tim. She smiled walking in and said, don't let me distract you boys, get to work. We had both stopped and stared.

They have a walkin-in glass shower in the corner of the bathroom and a jacuzzi tub next to it. She opened the door and turned on the water. She turned facing us smiling, get to work, her hands on her hips. I believe my mouth was open. We did as instructed. I spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes watching her shower, wash hair, rinse hair, shave legs, soap entire body twice and rinse twice. I had every view imaginable. She would bend over to shave or soap with her ass to the glass door giving us several minutes of pussy and butthole viewing pleasure. Our work pace was slow but steady. Nothing really said about his naked wife in the shower.

Once done. She steps out drying with her towel commenting on how pretty the newly assembled pedestal looked. She is hiding nothing. They are having a normal casual conversation as if I'm not there staring quietly. She spends several additional minutes talking with the towel hanging from her hand. I'm just taking it in staring. She finally decided to exit, stepping over me again saying, hurry up and finish so I can finish. She puts on a robe and exits.

I look at Tim and say, ok what's the deal. He smiles and said, no idea, maybe she wanted to reward us for the work. I did not press him. We did quietly discuss what we saw. I told him , that was the most difficult thirty minutes of work I've ever experienced. He asked why. I said, I have been rock hard from the minute she stripped to right now. He responded, seriously. I stood up and displayed my hard dick outlined by my jeans. He laughed. I said it's been stabbing me the whole time.

We finished except the painting. As I'm leaving his wife walked up in this thin robe. Her C cup tits bouncing, nipples hard and thanked me for helping do the job correctly. I said, and thank you for the work distraction. She smiled and said I don't know what you mean as she turned and walked away. Before leaving I told Tim that he can call me anytime, day or night, if I get that show again. He laughed and agreed.

I went home and told my wife what happened. She agreed that it sounds like she just wanted to do some exposing. I asked if she ever mentioned that desire to her. She said no that the only thing close is when they talk about what I wrote earlier about both wives exposures. I excused myself and had one of the best self pleasuring experiences of my life. Later after a good long session with the wife she smiled at me and said, she really had an effect on you. I have not talked to Tim yet but I have an incredible urge to ask if they set this up. I'm almost one hundred percent sure it was. After writing this and thinking of others responses to my wife's actions, I think I'm just going to leave it alone and let it be whatever she wants.

Lucky
 

Hot wife that likes showing off and lady exposing herself to you. Some guys have all the luck

100% a setup. That being said, I wouldn’t push the issue other than to let Tim know how much you enjoyed it.

If he wants to tell you, he will. Otherwise let them enjoy their “secret” while you have a great memory and maybe the possibility of a repeat performance.

I forgot to post.

Tim dropped by the house for a beer earlier this week after work. He spilled the beans on the whole deal. Turns out he and his wife have had many discussions about my seeing her in all her glory. Also, Tim must not delete text. He confessed to her he set it up and showed her the text and responses from us. He said surprisingly she was turned on by the eventual confession. This turned into a lot of hypothetical situations to repeat the exposures but never materialized until she requested the bathroom remodeling. That inspired the setup.

He said that it was over a week of discussions till she set the date. According to Tim she was the one that used the remodeling as an excuse.

We are having some unusual warm weather so we spent a long time by the pool to many beers discussing what we each thought of what we have seen of each other's wives. The only active thing we got was my wife knocking on a window waving at us. We waved back and she lifted her shirt flashing us her braless tits for a few seconds before disappearing into the house.

The other thing I was intrigued by was Tim saying he can not wait for summer. I asked why. He said, can you just imagine the cookouts by your pool if we can convince the wives to go topless or naked. I did not really respond positively or negatively.

I just discovered this thread, and I have to say one of the most erotic set of posts I’ve read. I only have read page 10, so I haven’t read all the backstory yet, but I am going to start at page 1. All I can say, is page 10 was really hot. Reading about your wife sunning topless and nude while Amy’s neighbor watched was something I’d love my wife to do. Then picking up at the end of the story about Tim and his wife. I’ve dreamed of my wife doing that for a friend also.

She’s been to a nude beach (which I’ve written about before), and skinny dipped with sister and BIL (also posted elsewhere), but these are a next level erotic. The excitement I would have with my wife totally exposed for a friend is enormous. We’ve discussed, but haven’t reached that level yet.

I can’t wait to read the first nine pages, and see what’s next. Keep posting these great experiences.

We had a quick trip this weekend that turned into a fun trip. Early in the week my wife asked if I would go to a continuing education seminar in a city roughly three hours away. I said I'm traveling Friday and did not want to get back on the road again. After some negotiations I agreed to drive early Saturday to get her there by nine a.m. I had absolutely no expectations because she said that any fun exposures someone she knows may see her. The hotel that hosted the seminar was booked. I found one about fifteen minutes away and booked Saturday night.

After my wife sleeping the entire drive we arrived at our hotel early. She dropped me off and headed to the seminar. After some crying and pleading the hotel allowed me to check in early at nine a.m. I wanted a room facing the front on the top floor, eighth. I got a room facing the back on the second floor. I open the curtains and see nothing. There's two rows of parking with a one way drive splitting them. There's a wooden fence in front of the opposite row of parking a few feet up a rise. My window is facing the back of a row of connected buildings. It's like they saved this hotel on the furthest point they could on the back of the property. Disappointed, I went to sleep.

I woke up at noon walked to get a hamburger and back to the hotel for the bar and March madness basketball. The bartender was opening as I sat. He turned the TV on basketball and proceeded opening the bar. For the first two hours it was just David the bartender and myself watching the games. I got to know him. David was retired military, fifty six years old, widower of three years, wife passed of cancer. Two kids, both boys in thee military. He started bartending a year ago to meet people. We got along well despite the age difference. He said he is there for every Saturday from noon till midnight or later if busy.

Another factor is the hotel is booked by three travel busses of seventy year old travelers that spend zero time in the bar. From noon till four we were essentially alone watching games and getting to know each other. He would take breaks and come out back to smoke when I did. When I b*tched about the view from my room he said at least it's somewhat private. I actually had a surprisingly good time drinking smoking and getting to know David.

Around five my wife called. She picked me up and we went out to eat. I spent the next hour or so listening to all the boring details of the seminar. I did tell her how much I enjoyed visiting with the bartender. We got back to the hotel. She wated to change into more comfortable clothes. I walked her to the elevators and said I was going out back to smoke. As I was finishing my cigarette I get a text. She asked you still out back smoking. I text yes. She said, want a flash before I get dressed. Yes. She asked if anyone was around, no. She must have been beside the widow. I look at our window. She steps into the widow, full frontal naked. She sees me and smiles waving. Before I could wave back the smile left and she stepped out of the window. My phone rang. She was talking really fast. She said, I just flashed two hispanic guys on the other side of the fence.

Rather than look around she stepped in the window looking for me. She said she saw movement and the two guys were walking from an open door smiling toward the fence looking at her. I'm just inside now laughing. She starts laughing and said she would be down after she gets dressed. I order us each a drink and talk to David about where we ate. After I said, so much for privacy out back. I tell him what my wife did. He called me a name and said the one time I go smoke without him. We both made fun of the occasion. My wife finally returned. She was looking smoking hot in black leggings and a somewhat fitted blue workout shirt braless. David couldn't keep his eyes off her as she would visit the restroom over the next three hours.

Skipping some details. While watching games she started wanting to bet as she drank. She lost three. First she had to remain naked till checkout. Second she could not touch the curtains. The last bet was on free-throws. She said that if the next six free-throws were made I had to walk from the room to the ice machine and back naked. I agreed and made the same for her. Five made in a row. She was loud and cheering. When a commercial she ran to the restroom. David asked who she was cheering for. I told him all the bets and if another free-throw is made I'm screwed. Next Free-throw attempt both David and I are cheering for a miss. It was. My wife asked David why was he cheering. He said I told him the bet.

After the game she ordered a room drink ad David happily complied. She said she had to go get the bet done and take a shower. There was old folks everywhere. We got off on our floor and looked for the ice machine. It was at the far end. Ten rooms on each side away in a side cubby. We got in the room and she stripped. She got our collapsible cooler and went to the door. She kept closing it laughing saying there's old people in and out everywhere. Negotiations. I agreed to let her walk out wrapped in a towel to the ice machine room but had to drop it on the way back. She also wrapped her dry hair in a towel. I stood at our door watching. She walked past several older ladies and men. She disappeared into the cubby. I could hear the machine. Also the elevator stopped and out walked three older gentlemen. They looked like an older version of the three stooges. One white short fat bald man. One white short skinny man with a bad black hair piece. One black man tall with short cut black hair. They are laughing and talking all at once loudly.

My heart is racing as they turn towards my wife's direction. She exits the room into the hallway. I see her smile as she walked. I. Hear one of the men say, "well hello beautiful". She is holding the towel together under her arm. She answered saying thank you before stumbling on her flip-flop. The towel drops and the cooler hits the floor. They continue to walk up to her as she is gathering her towel and cooler. She stands cooler in one hand and the towel in the other. She pauses and the covers her front. They actually apologized for startling her. She tells them it was her clumsy fault. She said and I quote, "I guess it's too late for modesty". She drops her hand holding the towel. Again quote as she is naked in front of three very quiet men, "you boys have a good night". She walks past covering nothing. They watched her ass quietly to our door. She turns facing them again waves and quote,"goodnight". When she closed the door we heard them hooting back at her.

She jumped on the bed laying flat laughing. She was so proud and happy. I said you just made their entire trip. She was really excited and if I would have suggested she would have spent the remainder of the night in the window. She asked if I was going back to the bar. I said if it's OK. She said we can text.


I will finish tomorrow.

Now for the remainder of the evening/night. Not to be repetitive but she told me before leaving there would be zero percent chance of any fun flashing or exposures so my expectations were nil. After asking her later what changed her attitude towards exposures. Her responses. The hotel was far enough away from the seminar that she would not know anyone. That our widow facing such an empty less traveled area she felt she could control any exposures. The fact that the hotel was overrun by all the elderly crowd made her feel that noone would complain if she made it "accidental". I followed up and asked if she was more comfortable exposing herself in front of older folks. She said yes mostly. She did not elaborate but I will follow-up on that. She did ask me when we were talking later if thought she went too far. I flipped the question and asked her. She took a minute but said, I had a blast. I agreed.

I normally try to recall things in sequence but I recall riding down the elevator thinking damn. So now back to the sequence of events.

As I was in the elevator thinking damn, she text me. She asked if I was OK with her. I text back absolutely, I'm here for you. She sent back, I love you soooo much. I responded the same. I went out to smoke. I see her walk past the window several times still naked. I text what you doing. I see her pick her phone up by the TV. She text, getting ready for my shower. I text, I know I see you. She looked towards the window and smiled. She walked to it full frontal. I text, anyone over the fence. I see her look and text back, no, anyone out there. I look around, no. The then gives me several different poses. Even leaning on the fence I was able to see the details. My favorite was bent over, ass almost on the glass, legs apart,looking back at me smiling waving shaking her ass slowly side to side. I even text, that's my favorite. She text back, shower time, I'll text when done and walked away. From my position centered to our second floor window, I could see a good distance in the room.

I headed to the bar. David was behind the bar watching a game and a table of three ladies were there. He smiled and asked how did it go. I told him about both. He was between excited and disappointed that he was stuck at the bar. He asked if she was keeping her other bets. I was initially confused. I forgot I had told him. I said, she is supposed to. I told him I was just smoking and the curtains are beyond open and she was definitely still naked walking around. He said smiling as he turned, I believe I need a smoke. I didn't say anything because she hadnt text. He left. Maybe five minutes later he returned saying I don't think she in the room. I said she's showering. He acted mad saying I could have told him. We start talking about the games and brackets and how we stood.

I am actually getting one full on drink on my tab and the next with just a splash of alcohol free. I did not want to be too drunk. Granted I was feeling no pain. After some time I get a text. She said, out of the shower dry and still naked, noone around outside. I said, at the bar talking to David, he went out to smoke to try and see but you were in the shower. She text back, OMG, you told him. She forgot he was aware. I text, yes, do you recall him cheering when you lost. She text, yes. No response. David and I are talking and maybe five minutes later I get a text, still noone outside, two cars passed but they didn't look. I text, I'm sorry. No follow-up. After no text in fifteen or so minutes I text you asleep? She text, no I'm walking around the room as a hispanic guy watches across the fence. I text really. She text, I'm standing facing the window at the TV texting, he is still standing there watching. A minute or so later she text, I'm sitting at the desk. Two more guys came out so I'm waiting for them to leave. I text, you OK. She responded, better than ok, I could use another drink. I text, on the way. She text, just knock on the door.

David makes a strong water glass full on the house. I take it up. She meets me at the door. I asked why I couldn't come in. She said I don't want them seeing anyone here. I did not even ask. I did ask if she's having fun with her lost bet. She is smiling and said very much. I headed back. I stopped at my smoking spot but did not see her. I go to the bar. David is now alone. He said how she like that drink. I said she really appreciated it. He said, well you ready for a smoke it's a quarter till. I said just finished one. He again looked shocked. You went without me. I said yes but she must have been on the bed or at the desk, no sign of her. He said, I need a smoke anyway.

I text her as he left. What you doing. She said, sipping my drink sitting in the chair looking at emails naked. I text, David is heading out to smoke. She sent an embarrassed emoji and said should I get up and walk around. I sent, give it a minute and walk quickly to the bathroom and wait, just a quick tease. She text ok. A minute later she text in the bathroom waiting. I said I would text when he returned. Not long I text here. David walked behind the bar without saying anything. I asked howwas his smoke. He said, ok. I asked him if everything was good. He said to be honest, I just saw your wife walk past the window and to the bathroom and I feel guilty. I asked why. He said I saw a quick glimpse of her front but a good look at her rear. I like you guys and should not take advantage of her losing a bet.

I was laughing inside but looking as serious as I could listening. I said, I understand. I was really wanting to laugh but he was seriously feeling guilty. As sarcastically serious as my drunk self could say it I said, she shouldn't make bets she doesn't win. He looked at me all serious and said, it really doesn't bother you that I saw her. This time I smiled holding my laugh. I said, David, she just had four older men see her naked up close. Two or three hispanic guys from behind the building throughthat same window. I told a slight fib. I said, during several vacations she has been to nude beaches and seen by I have no idea how many people. It really dose not bother me. He asked what about her. I did my best to give her an excuse. I said, as much alcohol as she has had I don't think she even knows she's naked or cares. He finally smiled. He said, well I guess I can say that from the quick glance and look I had she is hotter than the sun. I said, I know. He laughed slapping me on the upper arm.

As we followed the game we talked all over the place on subjects. Most circles back to my wife. Later she text me, two older men are out back smoking cigars. I text, have they seen you. She text no, saw them first. I text chicken. Less than a minute later she text, they saw me. I text, how. She said, on my second attempt from the bathroom, one saw me and point to the other. I text, what you doing now. She text, about to stand in front of the TV texting you. I don't recall each text but she started with,in front of TV texting you, they are both staring. I text nice. She text, both smiling. She followed with several about walking around texting. She must have gave them a good five minute show before I get a text, that are still there, I'm sitting in the chair at the desk. Some time later she text gone, no one outside.

I text her about David and our conversation. She responded, aaawww, that's cute. It's around ten thirty all the old folks were gone. I go to the restroom and out to smoke. I text her alone outside, anyone over the fence. She peeks then steps into the window shaking her head no. She text, I'm bored, no one since the two older men out back. I sent a sad face. We text till I finished. I text you need a drink. She held her glass up half full. She text, I don't want to go to sleep yet. I text, headed back to the game. She text, I will keep trying. I get back. David said, you OK you were gone awhile. I said I'm good. Was talking to my wife. He asked how she was. I said drunk and naked according to her.

He said, I'm going on a smoke break shortly, you want one. I said no, I'll watch the game. He waited till ten till eleven and said, smoke break, tell anyone I had to go to the restroom if they show. I look around the empty bar and lobby said sure. As he walked out I text my wife. She said she was still at the desk bored on the computer. I said David is headed out to smoke. She text, am I still teasing him. I text, your call. She text, he's leaning on the fence looking. I text, he see you. She text, no, I peeked. Next text, he saw me. I asked how. She text, I walked to the bathroom and back. She text, I'm going to get my bag and put things in the draw under the TV, then stand texting you like before. I text ok. She text he's watching me at the dresser under the TV. Her next was a good two minutes later. Standing here facing the window texting you, he's watching. Another long minute later, he's still watching, I'm going to walk around. Another long minute later she text he's still there, I'm sitting at the desk.

As I see David returning she text, good lord he finally left. I text yep I see him. She text, text me what he says. David walked behind the bar. I said you must have had two. As he poured a shot of bourbon he said I did and took a shot. I laughed and asked was he ok. He said, I don't want to offend you but your wife is hotter than hell itself. He asked me if he could tell me about his smoking trip. He proceeded to give me a blow by blow of what he saw. It mirrored my wife's text exactly. He asked if she was texting me. I again told a fib and said no, she's probably texting friends or family. I looked at the bar clock it was five after eleven. She had given him almost a fifteen minute show. After he had exhausted all his memory of what he saw I proceeded to tell him about the poses and window show she gave me when I was smoking and how it elt like watching a peepshow. He said I would give my left testicle for a show like that. I smiled and said I wouldn't mind but she wouldn't if I'm not alone. He said, wait here. He left.

I text my wife, I think he's going back for a second look. She text, no one there. She then text, a truck is pulling into a spot, it's him. I text, did he see you. She text, no. He returned. I asked, where did you go. He said, I just parked my truck in a spot below the window. I was confused, probably the alcohol. He said, I can sit in my truck and she won't see anyone but you at the smoking area. I was at a loss for words. When I didn't respond he said, I'm sorry I thought you were serious. I finally found my words, I said, are you still willing to give your left testicle. He smiled and said, I would even throw in an arm. I said let me think about it. He started cleaning the bar area, tables and chairs. I text my wife. I told her what he did and why. She text me a picture of his car from the window. She followed that with a text, his truck window is almost in this window. I text, let me go look.

I excused myself to the restroom and went outside. I stood beside his truck and it was lifted like mine. I text my wife, she stepped into the window and called. She said, oh my God, you are really close. I stepped onto his truck step. I could see her plain as day and details. I was so close I could see the tiny freckle beside her laft areola. I said it's definitely s close you will show it all. She asked me what I thought. I said I did not care ether way that it was up to her. She asked what I told him exactly. I told him about the poses and dancing she did earlier and I felt like I was watching a peepshow girl. She said, you mean those girls you pay and the blinds go up as long as you pay. I was laughing and said sort of. I told her I had to get back but to text me what she decides.

I return to David vacuuming the floor. She text, so you want me to be a peepshow girl. I text, not necessarily, just if she wanted to continue exposing David was a willing participant and would have no idea she was aware. A long pause then she text, if I do a peepshow can we stop by the mall to shop on the way home. I was going to do that anyway so I text, how much will it cost me. She said, if I give you a peepshow, it will cost you way more that a quarter. I agreed. She text, what does David know. I text, I told him I had to think about it. She text ok. Delete our text and text me for a peepshow in the window before you come to bed and respond accordingly when I do, let David see the text. I agreed.

I deleted our text and waited. David finished and I paid a very small tab and he would not let me tip him. It was ten minutes till midnight. I had not brought up my wife. David said, did you think about it. I said what. He said, come on you know. I said, I really don't care but not sure my wife is still up. I text, you up. I had turned the text notification sound up high. She responded, yes and bored. I text, you still naked. She text, of course, I lost the bet. I text the curtains still open. She text, yes, more than open. She text why. David is sitting beside me reading. When she text she was up and bored he said, yes. I text, I was thinking when the bar is closed and I smoke before coming up you could give me a peepshow stripper dance in the window. She text back, seriously, what's in it for me. I text, I'll put a quarter I'm the machine every minute. She text, haha, no, it will cost you more for a stripper dance. I said name your price. She text, if you agree you will pay shopping tomorrow. David is saying, that's fair. I text, I agree and it better be good. She text, is the bar closed. David said anything she wants. He made her another strong glass. I text, on the way with the drink. I told David to go get in his truck while she's getting her drink and don't let her see you.

I met her at the door. She asked if he saw the text. I said he was reading along with me telling me to agree on anything. She is standing in the door naked but the hallway was empty. She took a very big drink. She said how much you want me to show. I asked, how much do you want to show. She said smiling, I will use the desk chair as my prop. Confused again I said, what. Go smoke.

I'm in the elevator. I get a text, I'm standing in the window and I can see David sitting in his truck. She text, omg, i can see the holes in the buttons on his shirt he is close. She text, I'm sitting at the desk. Text me when you are ready. I walk out and he has his window partially down. I said, I guess she's going to give me a show. He said, she's been in the window twice looking around. I went to the fence. I text, are you sure. She text, I have butterflies and my hearts racing I'm so excited/nervous. So you want to do this. She said, yes one hundred percent. She followed that text with, thank you for this.

Next thing I see is my naked wife standing in the window. She smiles and gives me a sly wave. She then places her hands high on each side of the window and opens her legs wide. She looks like she's tied to a big X. David is getting the best view from his truck looking straight up her pussy and tits. She starts rolling her head and shaking her tits while slowly rotating her hips. I actually thought she was having an orgasm. She continued this for a solid minute. She then turned around and did the same with her ass to the window. I then moved to the back of his truck. When she turned around she paused a second or two just staring at me.

This is where I will jump ahead. After, in the room she said she was looking down at David periodically as she faced us and he was leaning forward staring. When she reversed she saw nothing just giving us the best view she could from behind. When she turned back around she glanced down and David had his pants and underwear down and was stroking his dick. She said that she was so close she could tell he was not circumcised. She said she was not staring at me but him for a second or two. She said he was not especially long but had a really fat dick.

Back to sequence. After the pause, she again opened her legs wider doing larger rotating circles with her hips. Even from the back of the truck I could see her pussy was aroused, swollen and open for viewing. She is running her fingers through her hair continuing rotating and shaking her tits. I swear I was rock ass hard watching. Another skip ahead. I told her in the room that, my God she needed to dance like that at home. She admitted that after seeing him stroking she was doing more to see him cum. I told her I thought she was lying at me. She said that's why she kept her hair messed.

She continued the hip rotation and started rubbing her hands down her sides and up over her tits. I really think my mouth was open watching my wife do this. She started then lifting and squeezing her tits to nipples. Skipping ahead, she said on maybe the third tit to nipples squeeze David started ejaculating. She said he just let it go everywhere mostly on his shirt and hand. Even when he finished he continued stroking his soft dick. Now we were barely three minutes in because my cigarette was still long.

Rather than a blow by blow. She gave me/us every dance pose and stripper movement imaginable. She probably gave us a good minute of legs wide, ass moving side to side and tits swaying. By this time I'm close to the end of my cigarette which usually takes ten minutes or more. She pauses holding a finger and rolls the desk chair to the window. She sits crossing her legs and crossing her arms over her tits. Another skip. She said at this time David was back to full length and she swears he was trying to give her a show. I asked why. She said his first time he full handed his stroking. The second he was using two fingers and his thumb and kept it in plain sight. That's why she brought the chair, to try and finish him.

She looked at me and mouthed more. I held up my cigarette nodding yes. She smiled uncrossing her legs and opened them wide. She had her legs spread so far and ass to the end of the chair leaning back that her soaking wet pussy was inches from the window. I swear I almost pulled out my dick to stroke. She started swiveling the seat side to side and running her hands down her tits to just above her pussy and back. I know my mouth was open. I thought she was staring directly at me. Then it happened. She ran her hand down and let her fingers slide to her opening. She paused there and returned. Skip. She said at this time David started a new ejaculation but not near the volume of the first. She said he finished as she was still squeezing her tits so she gave us one more for the road. She said it was so tempting to slide a finger in because she was soaking wet but knew if she touched her clit or put a finger in she would have shown us a full blown orgasm. She completed. She stood up and wiggled her finger to me to come to the room. She closed the curtains.

I walked around to the side of David's truck. I said, well that's was more than I expected. He said, you are one very lucky man to have her. We said our pleasantries and he left.

I got to the room and y wife jumped me. We had two good rounds of course the first was mine but I came back strong. It was after we talked. That's when she told me about him stroking and she also said that she was amazed that she could have him cum twice insidefifteen minutes. I did ask her why she text me, thank you for this. She said that she just loves me so much for supporting her in this activity and never saying no.

On the way to checkout, we ran into the man that got off the elevator and saw her full frontal naked. He said I trust you hurried back. I said at the speed of light. He laughed and said I would have also.

Lucky Man
 

You are one lucky guy. Great thread and stories so far. I love how she is the willing partipant in this.

Thanks for consistantly sharing your stories. Always look forward to more.

Great experiences
 

Thanks for sharing these great stories. Love that she paid off the bet, and David sure enjoyed watching and jerking in his car. Your wife sure is adventurous and a fun girl.

Thought I would update some discussion after the seminar experience. After waking up early and sober I started thinking about mostly the end of the evening and my wife's enthusiasm at watching David masturbating to her. The show she did in the window and her excitement telling me, to be honest, made me a little jealous. As you may can tell with some post, I tend to get in my own head sometimes.

After shopping and on the ride home she was still enthusiastically recalling each experience and telling me her thoughts. I was into each one and her recollections. Especially the two occurrences in the hallway. When she got to the final with David masturbating and her talking about how she got him to cum ropes I was back in my head and jealous. She was able to tell my change of demener.

We spent the next several days discussing my reaction and thoughts. I will spare the dialog but all was resolved. Not exactly sure why I felt the way I did.

Back to current. My wife started last week wanting to go for a weekend trip. I have been really busy with work. Monday we were in bed and she asked about going to the campground we stayed at back in my fishing tournament days. Story posted earlier. I asked why because I no longer have a boat nor tournament fish. She said she liked the place and could be a good get away. After question upon question she finally said that the opportunities to expose herself around and at the site would be many and she liked the shower room. Naturally I agreed. So today after work we head out to camp. I hope the "cabins" and grounds are the same and weather cooperates.

Update
 

Can't wait to hear about her/your adventures, hopefully many

Well, we went "camping".

Fortunately, I planned ahead. What I recalled of the campgrounds and cabin/tent was rustic at best. Temps during the day at 70. Temps at night in 40s. I packed for comfort and fire. Essentially brought a truck load of wood for the firepit and a propane tank and heater for the "cabin". Since I described the campgrounds in an earlier post I will forego that description.

Skip ahead to our arrival. With a little over an hour of daylight remaining we arrived and drove through the mostly deserted campgrounds. My wife chose a cabin that had a small bumper pull camper next to it. We checked in and unloaded setting up our site with chairs around the fire pit and all the canvas curtains pulled down with the heater going inside. In total there may have been five campers at the front and the one beside us in the back. I got the fire going, the lights hung and the coolers out while my wife settled the inside. She came out wearing her favorite night time attire. A white tank top tshirt with her areolas and nipples visible. She was wearing boxers that were two or more sizes too big.

Once done we sat by the fire with music playing quietly inside talking and reminiscing about our last time on the campgrounds. It was fun listening to her tell her recollections. I'm staring at her nipples and pussy the whole time. I brought her oversized chair that's her favorite. She sits with ankles crossed and knees wide open. It was not difficult to get a view through either leg hole. As the sun was going down, we were well into our drinks. I frequent the tree by our site for relief. My wife went to the restroom/showers. She returned smiling saying the restroom/showers were the same as they were before.

Right after dark our neighbors pulled into their site in a truck. We greeted them and the made several trips into their camper. We made small talk as they walked and paused. Donald and Ruby. They looked to be in their late 60s. I looked at my wife and she is talking with her arms crossed over her nipples. We could hear the footsteps back and forth in their camper. We continued drinking and laughing the more we drank. Soon I had to relieve myself again. I go to my tree. My wife is complaining as I'm flooding the tree. I completed my task and sat down. I said equal rights suck. She stood up and dropped her boxers walked bottomless to a tree beside mine. She squatted and unleashed a stream of urine. I looked at the camper but saw no one looking. I loudly say, ok I guess peeing outside makes us equal. Still squatted she responded, yes.

No idea about time. We see the camper lights go out. My wife commented, early night. Just as she completed her statement the door opened and out stepped Don carrying a beer. He asked, you guys mind some late night company? I said, your about three hours ahead of late. My wife followed with come on over. I strategically placed the chairs and Don took the empty chair across from my wife next to me. I look and my drunk wife is sitting very comfortably. In the firelight I can see both nipples and an almost unobstructed view of her pussy and part of her pubic strip. Not sure of what Don can see up her legs.

We found out they are visiting their daughter and are there another week. From Minnesota. We sat talking about our lives and histories. They were interesting people very nice. Don made many trips to his truck for beer. The whole time Don never made any indication that he could see nipples or pussy. Later I'm about to explode. I said you mind if I use a tree. Don said I thought that was a country boys toilet anyway. I walked over and unleashed a stream. I returned and soon Don stood and said I think I'll do the same. Back to us, he started a stream. I said, I didn't think there were country boys in Minnesota. Don laughed looked around still urinating and said, it's mostly all country boys where I'm from. He turned a little too much. We see the end of his dick hanging out his shorts peeing. My wife said, laughing, you might want to point that another direction. He looked down and said, oh, I'm sorry. He turned and continued, he said, I guess it's only fair. I said, what's that. He said, oh nothing.

We continued drinking and visiting. Curiosity got me. I gout up for another drink and walked behind Don. I looked and he had an unobstructed view of all I could see bit possibly better. Other than the statement by the tree he never made any indication that he was seeing tits or pussy. He was drunk. He talked and told many stories till late. As we were winding up. My wife asked Don about the shower situation. He said, this week's been easy because there's no one one this end of the campgrounds. He said in the past a husband or wife would stand watch if they were concerned. No need now. She responded with but you guys are here. He smiled and said I guess I'll risk it. She said, not you showering, me. He was still smiling and said it's a risk.

We ended up passed out in a warm tent/cabin and slept in. I woke up late and Don's truck was gone. I restarted the fire and had a coffee. Soon to my surprise Don came out of the camper carrying coffee cups and a large thermos. He refilled me and sat down. Other than the word coffee, nothing was said. I asked about his truck missing. He said his wife attempted to get him up but the hangover said otherwise. She ended up taking his wallet and said she'd be late that they were doing Saturday shopping and would be more pleasant without him. I said, that's rough. He said maybe so but true. We sat talking trying to drink enough coffee to wear off the hangover. During a quiet pause, Don finally asked. He said, did your wife know that her chest was visible last night. I smiled and said, yes but too late. He asked what I meant. I said, she had been consuming alcohol so when you came over I noticed and told her as you went to your truck for another beer, she said oh my but said I guess it's too late now. Don said, not trying to offend but it was everything I had in me not to just sit and stare. I smiled and said well I did. We both chuckled. He more hesitantly said, then I guess you saw the other also. Playing dumb, I gave him my best confused look and asked, what other. He looked confused and stumbled his words before saying, sometimes I could see between her legs. Trying to sound dumb I said so. Still stumbling his words, he lowered his voice and said in the couple of hours I was here I spent almost the whole time looking at her vagina. Laughing inside, still playing dumb I said, really, I guess I drank too much to notice. He said louder, when I say I'm seeing vagina, I'm saying I'm seeing everything. I said, maybe it was your beer imagination. He said, does your wife have about a inch wide light brown pubic strip above her vagina. I said, yes. He said, I'm telling you it was almost all the time. I tried to sound dejected and said, damn, I hate I missed that. We discussed some. I said we better keep this quiet because she was drinking and I'm sure she was not aware of her boxers exposing her. He agreed.

Soon out walks my wife. I'm feeling better as is Don. My wife is wearing the same outfit. We are looking at her tits in the morning light. She is hungover bad. She sits in her chair as Don brings her a cup of coffee. She mumbled thank you. She took a sip and laid her head on her arm across her knees. Don asked, bad night. She said, just waiting on the Tylenol to kick in. After about five minutes she ask for a refill and sat up. When Don sat down we are both looking at her areolas and nipples. She is clueless. She takes several sips and said, that's better and lays back in her chair head back eyes closed. Don looks at me smiling motioning his head at her. I look and she again has her ankles crossed and knees wide. I can see everything. The seam of the boxers is lodged between her left leg and pussy lip. I open my mouth and look at Don whose staring and eventually looks at me and said softly, I told you. She sat up closing her legs saying, told you what. Don says, that you would wake to a massive hangover. She smiles and said, you were not wrong.

We sat talking till the coffee was gone. At some point she was sitting legs crossed and arms crossed over her tits listening and talking. She said, I'm about to try a shower. I asked if she needed me to stand watch. She looked around sarcastically and said for what. She continued, if you want to do something you could go get me some doughnuts for a late breakfast. This was our cue. I stood and said anything else. Nothing. Don walked back to his camper. I retrieved my wallet and left.

It takes a good hour to go to town and back. I return to my wife sitting by the fire looking great in black tights and braless in a red long sleeve tight workout shirt. I bring the doughnuts and a gallon of orange juice to her. She gives me a long kiss and thanks me. I ask for what she said everything. We sit talking as she consumes doughnuts. She said Don just left to try and walk off his hangover. I started telling her about what Don and I were discussing and she said she heard everything. She said that's why she just came out in her pajamas because she didn't want it to look like she was aware till later. I asked, is that why you crossed you legs and arms. She smiled and said, I thought I gave you boys enough in the daylight by that time. I aid you absolutely did. She finished her doughnuts and said want to hear about Don in the shower. I said absolutely.

My wife's words to me. She said she sent me off to see what Don would do. She grabbed her toiletries and towel as I pulled out. She waved at Don and walked to the showers. She said she really didn't care about being seen but did hang her towel by the cubbies and put her toiletries along with the tshirt and boxes in a cubby. She chose the same shower as before last stall facing the mirrored wall. She said she stood under the hot shower with the curtain opened. The mix of hot water and cooler air has her relaxing. She said she would glance in the mirror and the sinks on the other side of the wall were empty so she relaxed. She said she walked to the cubby and got her shampoo and soap. She said she still just relaxed as she washed her hair letting the hot water do it work. Turning she glanced at the mirror and saw Don at the sink looking at her brushing his teeth. She said even though he had seen everything her heart started racing. She turned facing the shower ging him a side and back view as she rinsed her hair slowly. After her heart rate slowed she turned. Water washing the remaining shampoo out she looked. He was still watching brushing his teeth. Once the shampoo was done she said she started soaping ech glance he was watching. According to her she spent at least fifteen minutes washing and rinsing to his watching. She smiled and said she even gave him and extra long time as she bent over washing her calves and feet one at a time. She was waiting for him to leave but to no avail.

She said she finally just turned off the shower and slowly turned. He was no longer at the sink. She said she smiled to herself as she dried off and put on the tshirt and boxers. She said she got back and changed then to the fire and wait on me. Don saw her sitting and came over. He asked her how she liked the showers. She said she was smiling inside and told him that she took an extra long one since she did not have to concern herself with others walking in. He told her he agreed.

She was floating on cloud nine about all the exposing. She retold me about the shower again. She also told me that she was well aware of what she was exposing by the fire. She said she almost got up and went to the restroom after Don said it's only fair. We both thought that was what he meant.

We spent most of the day around the site or just hiking in the woods. We did pull up once on the trail as we talked about her exposures and pulled her tights down and I took her from behind. I was proud of myself. I was stroking her long and hard for a good five minutes till she started rubbing her clit and her pussy exploded with hot juices causing me to go ahead and send it with her.

Later that afternoon we started getting ready to grill.

Love your stories Countrylivin. Thanks for all the details. I almost feel like I'm actually there!

Thanks
 

Can't wait for the next update, always a great read. I wish my wife was more adventurous and get "caught" sometime. Most exciting thing I ever got her to do was remove everything but her undies in the woods. I would have love for someone to see her

Saturday

After her orange juice and doughnuts and discussion, I asked my wife what she wanted to do. She said let's go find a trail to hike. We did. Not long we found a trial in the back of the campgrounds into some woods. Watching her tits bouncing and hard nipples had me aroused. Maybe a hundred yards into the woods I had her bent over giving her all I had. After, we continued walking. The end of the trail was a dead Ed at a creek so we turned around. I mentioned how quickly the weather had warmed. My wife peeled off the workout shirt. Standing topless her hard pink nipples pointing straight at me. She smiled as she tied the shirt around her waist saying, it sure has and walked by me.

It was a long walk and I really enjoyed watching her tits bounce and shimmy walking in the daylight. As we approached the campgrounds I asked her if she was going to stay topless. Smiling she said it was empty when we left. We continued. When our campsite came into view I asked if she was going to remain topless at our site. Smiling she said if Don's not there it's up to you. I did not decline. Approaching the site no Don. I started playfully reaching over and quickly squeezing her tit or tweek her nipple. She would squeal and hit me saying stop. With no Don around she spent a good thirty or forty minutes topless walking around our site organizing or just sitting outside. Then we heard a vehicle approaching, she ran inside and came back with her shirt on.

Around one she volunteered to drive to town for grilling supplies. She said I could sit and relax. I agreed. She left. I decided to have my first drink. She may have been gone fifteen minutes when Don emerged from the camper. He asked if I wanted some company. We sat talking. He said his wife took his cooler of beer. He made a vodka drink. Again, Don reminded me of my dad. The more he drank the more he talked and the happier he seemed. I enjoyed him telling his stories. Mainly because his thick Minnesota accent made them more humorous. He wife called and she had him FaceTime her so that she would believe he was not alone and bored. I wave and said hello. He then went to his camper to continue.

He returned and said at least I'm not going to be their third wheel. I asked. He said they are happy I have company and that I'm enjoying myself. They requested a mom and daughter sleepover. He said they were having so much fun together he said have fun. I invited him to grill and drink with us. He accepted. He went on to say that when the three of them are together he usually is bored to tears and thanked me for the invite. Sometime after two p.m. my wife returned. We assisted in getting all the supplies set up and the three of us sat around the firepit drinking talking and laughing. Before four p.m. Don and my wife were well on their way to another drunk. I had gone to the three to one mix. Three non alcohol to one alcohol. They decided we needed to grill early. We did. We ate and continued laughing at various stories.

After the food and visiting we built the fire from the coals. It was around six p.m. both Don and my wife started back to big drinks. I was feeling no pain. My wife randomly asked done how his walk on thecampgrounds went. He told several tales of sites and walking with a hangover. My wife told him that he should go to the back of the campgrounds and there's a long trail through the woods. Don's response was, I've walked it before, I wish my wife would walk it like you though. My wife totally missed it. I didn't. She said he should ask her, she might go, it's fun. He was smiling. He said, oh no, she's walked with me but I've never thought to ask her. She was drunk and confused. Ask her what. Still smiling he said, ask her to go hiking topless. Long quiet pause.

I kept quiet to see who speaks first. She kept looking at me. She asked, were you back there on the trail. He said, no. She asked me, did you tell him. Before I could respond Don said, no, I saw you guys walking up the road returning. She said, no you didn't. Smiling he said, I was quietly watching videos in the camper and heard you guys returning. I got up to come out and greet you. When I looked out the window I did not think it was a good time to come out. My wife now is aware of all and kicks in her fake embarrassment and says, so you went back to watching videos. Smiling, Don said, honestly no. She asked, so how long did you watch us out the window. He responded, I really didn't notice him, pointing at me, he continued, it was pretty much until you ran in and came back wearing a shirt. So you watched me topless the whole time. Don said, yes. I interjected, well it's almost like being on a topless beach. My wife looked at me with a fake glare and said, it's your fault. If you would have kept you hands to yourself I would not have been so loud. Don said yeah. I took that one for the team.

In the conversation that followed. Don said, after staring at your nipples through that tshirt last night, it was really nice to see what they really look like. He followed that with a few compliments including she should not blame him because if her tits did not look so good he would have just looked and went back to videos, so it's her fault he spent so much time watching. We all three laughed.

I lost all track of time. It was still daylight but sun dropping and the fire was bigger. Don excused himself to change his clothes. My wife stood up and said, I assume you two will not have a problem with me wearing my pajamas by the fire tonight. We both said no. They both exited. My wife then beckoned me to the cabin. I walked in she was in the white tank top and same boxers from the previous night. She had me sit on a cooler in front of the bed. She said, how's this. She sat down crossing her ankles like in her chair. I said, it's pretty much seventy percent exposed in the left leg hole. She stood up and said now watch this. She rolled the waistband many times till the boxers looked like a short skirt. She sat in the same position. I could see everything including the complete pubic strip. I relayed this. She asked which should she do. I stood up and said, I've been blamed enough today, I have no opinion. I kissed her and took my position by the fire. Not before adjusting her chair to face directly at Don.

Don returned making himself another drink. He said, I'm ready for a big fire. My wife soon walked out. We both looked quietly. She had tied a knot in the back of the tshirt causing it to stretch tighter across her tits and stomach. This also gave a more clear view of her areolas and nipples. Then I noticed her choice for the boxers. She had them rolled what appeared to be more to the to of where the legs began causing both legs of the boxers to balloon out. When she bent over to get ice for her drink we were looking at the bottom of both ass cheeks and pussy lips in clear daylight. Don looked at me smiling and I shrugged my shoulders making a drinking too much sign with my hand. He nodded and we continued to look quietly. She took her time but to my surprise she sat in her big chair and crossed her legs. She said smiling, stop looking at my tits, you both seen enough of them today, what were we talking about. We all laughed.

From this point Don is entertaining us with stories and my wife is adding to them. To her credit she kept her legs crossed or together till after dark. I was starting to think that the only exposure was going to be each time she refilled her glass. To this point we were given one additional ice refill. If that was all I would not have been disappointed. The second one she obviously had adjusted the boxers so that when she bent over and the boxers rode up, we were given a full on pussy view from behind. I know she was doing this on purpose because she exaggerated opening her stance and bent with no knee bend. She also took her time. Drunk Don had a huge smile and was quietly giving me a thumbs-up.

I had been using a tree that was in-between the two cabins as my urinal. Don did the same. My wife would walk to the restroom.

As my wife drank more she same more comfortably. The remainder of the night both Don and I had various views of her pussy, from complete to almost complete. She never once acknowledged our stares.

Here are some highlights. From the drunks.

My wife was telling a story from her highscool cheering days. She is standing in front of the fire facing us deep into the story. I'm only half listening. She stops. She says, hey my eyes are here pointing not there pointing at her tits. Don is drunk. He says, sorry I was trying to recall what they looked like without being covered. She set her drink down and proceeded to pull the tight tshirt over her tits causing them to lift going over and drop into place when released. She stands there tits out for a few long seconds before pulling her shirt back into place. She says, ok did that help. Don smiling says, it sure did. Without missing a beat she continued her story.

As for Don. This was later in the night. His last trip to the tree was wobbly at best. He announces that he must piss. Rather than go to the tree between the cabins he walks wobbles to a tree beside our picnic table directly to my wife's front right. Rather than turn his back to us he is mostly facing her and sideways to me. He puts a hand on the tree unzips and says, this is why Minnesota men go commando, easier access. He proceeded to pull his dick out his zipper and start pissing. He is splashing his shoes from hitting the roots. He then announces that he was going to write his name. He starts wiggling his hips and his dick is flopping his stream everywhere and he verbally spells his name. When done, my wife is laughing. He said now the end, no hands. He starts bouncing on his toes dick flopping sprinkling piss drops on both trouser legs. He announced, done and somewhat bows. My wife still laughing claps and attempts a whistle. He walks stumbles to his chair and puts his dick away before sitting.

I have no idea when we ended the night. I'm pretty sure it was around midnight. We had a good four or five hours of pussy views throughout. Sometimes in her drunken state we got better looks than others but neither of us acknowledged to the other unless she was refilling her drink.

To the end. I'm just barely drunk. I notice it's quiet with just the music in the background. I look at my wife. Her drink was on the ground spilled she had her head to the side mouth open sleeping. She had her left foot on the ground and her right leg over the arm of her chair leg dangling. Her boxers covered nothing. She had scooted or twisted in the chair and all the boxers were rolled atto the left. Her pussy some would describe as a credit card slit conceals the good parts tightly until aroused or in this case stretched open. I'm looking at more than we had seen all night. I look over at Don and he is leaning forward elbows on his knees staring at her. I ask Don, are you OK. Don turns facing me smiling and said I'm drunk. He continues, you are one lucky lucky lucky man. I ask why is that. He look back at her, I'm sure staring at her pussy for a long time before looking at me saying, she is such a beautiful person inside and out. He gave several additional compliments rambling. I look at my wife and say, are you OK. No response. I said I guess that's our cue to call it a night. He is still leaning forward looking. He said, I could stay up all night to this.

I eventually convince Don it's time to turn in and I have to get my wife to bed. He stood several times before accomplishing the task to remain standing. I ask if he needed help to his camper. He smiled and said I'm old enough that if I don't make it I sleep where I land. I stand and Don said, let's stand by the fire a minute to warm my bones for the walk back. I laugh and said it's forty feet. He said I know. We are standing and he is moving back and forth looking at my wife. I said don't fall in the fire staring. I said, I better get her to bed. I'll come back till te fire is out. I walk around to my passed out wife. Being this close I was shocked at how much she was exposed. I shook her shoulder no response. After several shakes she moves her head mumbling. Don is now standing just a step in front of her looking. I said looks like I'm carrying her. As I move around beside Don he says, that has to be the most beautiful site around. I said I better get her in bed before she realizes she's showing a lot. Don ask, so you are coming back. I said yes till the fire is out. He is still wobbling, you help me down before I fall. I walk over and said come on ill help you to a chair. He said, here is good. I assist down. He's sitting on the ground in front of my wife between her and the fire. I stand up and ask you OK. A big smile crosses his face as he looks at my wife. He got me on this one. I thought he truly needed help.

His face is maybe three feet in front of my wife's pussy. He said, I have been trying to find an excuse all night to get a closer look. He looks at me smiling. He looks back at her. I kind of chuckled to myself that he got me. Not that he hasn't see her for hours on in or earlier in the shower. Standing looking down at him I said, well is that enough. He places his hand on the ground and leans in. His face is close, just over a foot or so. He said, beautiful. I have him move back and I lower her leg. I reach down and cradle her legs and back lifting her. Don said, the view just keeps getting better, he is looking up.

I get her in the bed and comfortable. I return to Don sitting in a chair. I said you need help. We laughed. In our talking as the fire burned out Don absolutely believes that my wife is a prude sober and drunk she doesn't care.

I will finish next day.

Sunday

I woke up early feeling good. I had doughnuts and biscuits ready for all. My wife came out first looking hungover from hell. I guess Don heard us and came out with coffee.

We are sitting around the fire with the last of my wood burning. Both Don and my wife feel bad. She is sitting legs crossed and using one arm to cover her tits. We were having some really innocent conversation when Don asked, can I ask something about last night. My wife was silently eating. I said sure. He asked, did I really pull out my dick and pee in front of you guys. I pointed at the tree nearest my wife and said, you sure did right there. He asked, did I pretend to write my name in snow for you guys. Smiling I said you sure did. He is shaking his head. I said the best part was your impressive hands free shake the dew off for us. He cracked a smile and said I assume you saw asking. My wife. She said, you were pretty adamant you wanted an audience. He asked did you clap and whistle. She looked embarrassed but said I think I did. He started a full apology session. To the point I had to tell him there's no need. He said he was hoping that was just a dream after.

My wife said I guess I should apologize for flashing you my tits, that was not very appropriate. Don said, I believe before the thought, don't apologize for that next to you passing out with you boxers pulled aside that was the highlight of my night. I'm looking at him like good God man. He stops in the silence and says nothing. My wife said my pajamas were off? She was pushing Don so I said nothing. I had not had the opportunity to tell her yet the extent of the exposure or Don's close viewing. Don quickly said, not off just kind of to the side. She looks at me, I said I was not aware till Don said it. She looked at Don, so what did I have showing. He lied and said it was just a glimpse. She looked at me. I said, let's say you left nothing and I mean nothing to the imagination. Don look at me like I shot him.

She asked how long she was like that. I said you will have to ask Don. She was really pressing him. This whole time she was using her arm to cover her nipples. She kept him on the hot seat and Don was struggling. She was enjoying it. She kept him on the hook for some time till she dropped her arm from her tits saying I guess I can just be natural now. After several additional minutes of talking my wife said, I'm going for a long hot shower. She got up and into the cabin. Before we could say anything she was out carrying her toiletries bag wrapped in a towel. I said no clothes. What have I got to hide now faking upset. As she walked to the showers Don asked me if she was mad. I said not at all she's just hung over.

We sat several minutes talking about the night till she rounded the turn out of sight. A few more minutes and Don said, my mouth feels like crap and I got to got to the bathroom. You think I could sneak in and go and brush my teeth. I said the showers have curtains so she'll never know. Don went in his camper and came out carrying a bag. I quickly text my wife. I asked what you doing. She text, brushing my nasty alcohol teeth. I text Don is headed that way. She called. Why. I said to brush his teeth and use the bathroom. I think it's to spy on you. She said, really, I thought he would stay with you. I told him he was safe to go because the showers have curtains and to just be quiet. She said ok.

Don was gone for a good thirty minutes till I saw him returning. It was long enough that i had the truck packed with everthing but my wifes bag and the chairs. I said, that must have been a big shit. He laughed and said it was. I asked if she was still in the shower. He said I did not hear the shower when I got off the toilet. I picked up my phone. I called. No answer. A minute later she calls back. I asked what's taking so long. She said I had to put on a show. That what you get for a hangover. She said Don must be back. I said yes. She said I'm about to head back now. I said hold on I got an offer. She was confused. I said you paid off your first lost bet by hiking topless. You want to pay off your last lost bet in one weekend. Still confused. I was trying my best to set this up. She said what are you talking about. I said you lost two bets on March madness you paid one you want to pay the other. Finally she caught on. OK what.

I said the trucks packed other than chairs and your bag. I said the payback is you have to walk back with the towel wrapped in your hair. I could hear the excitement in her voice, REALLY. Again, giving her an excuse I said, it would be a payback if we were alone. She said, that's OK, I'll do it. I said, hold on. I looked at Don who was really listening. I said, with the phone still to my face looking at Don, would you mind if my wife pays a bet off in front of you. He is smiling big. He said absolutely not. I said, Don said he is ok. My wife said, this is why I tell you I love you so much. I said, I don't care, a bets a bet. If you don't do this you will owe me two more. The excitement in her voice telling. I said, ok if you hear a car you can cover otherwise it's get here pack the truck and you can dress on the way out. She said, I really really love you.

When I hung up Don asked is she really going to do it. I acted dumb and said I'm not sure, she sounded scared. He said, I hope she does. We adjust our chairs to see down the road to the turn clearly. We then get some trash and scatter it around in front of us. We see her as she rounds the turn. She is completely naked except shower shoes and a towel wrapped in her hair. She is walking then behind a tree looking around then walk some more then behind a tree. We watch her all the way. As she gets closer Don says, is there anything more beautiful that tits bouncing freely as a woman walks. I think damn same thoughts. When she's roughly a hundred yards out she is covering her tits with her arm and pussy with the toiletries bag. I let her get to about fifty doing this and shout, no covering you have to act like you are clothed. She steps from behind a tree walking covering nothing.

She makes the turn into our site. Her nipples are hard as rocks. When she makes eye contact with a smiling Don she covers. I said, no covering till we get in the truck. She said a very good fake, crap. She walks up to us. She looks at Don and says sarcastically, well I guess you get to see it all now. Don, surprisingly Said, it's only fair you saw all I got. She smiled. Hands in hips standing thigh gap right in our faces she says ok what next. I said load the truck. She walked past and retrieved her bag from the cabin and put it in the back seat. She unwrapped her hair and placed the towel on her bag and returned. She is standing in front of Don mostly. Hands on hips, she is exaggerating her stance giving us complete looks. She is smiling and says to Don, my eyes are here. He does not take his eyes off her pussy. He smiles and said I know. She responded, I hope you are having fun to me. I said a lost bet should be embarrassing or uncomfortable. She asked what's next. I said, trash in trash can then chairs and we can go. She took her ever loving sweet time bending over always ass to us. We both had great looks at a very aroused pussy. As she was walking to the can with the last piece of trash Don held up a receipt from his pocket. He motioned throwing it in front of us. I nodded yes. Instead he tossed it in front of him. She returned, hands on hips thigh gap on display. She said you two have to move your butts so I can load the chair. Don said, you missed some paper. She looked around no I did not. He pointed in front of him. She looked at me then him and smiled. She said, you are really enjoying this. Don smiling really big said I certainly am.

She looked at me and said, Don said it was only fair because I saw all of him but I only saw a little. She was only trying to make him squirm. Don stood up and dropped his trousers. He was commando and sporting quite a hard piece of wood. My wife stepped back laughing saying, Don I was only teasing you. Don while getting his pants back up said, hell, you've seen it once. She said, not like that. Smiling Don said, sorry not my fault, as he sat down. She said fine. She reached down and picked it up. Before I could protest, Don said, aawww come on that's not fair. Smiling she dropped it and it was now closer. She said ok. She had to open her legs wider to avoid Don's knees. I'm leaning over looking as she bends. Now from this distance I can really see she is wet and open. She has moisture on the sides of her thighs. She slowly bends and Don leans in and from just inches takes a big inhale smell. She pauses and stands stepping forward. Ok move your butts. She tossed the paper in the trash and loaded the chairs.

Don is wearing kaki trousers. He has a half dollar size wet spot towards his waistband. My wife says, Don did we have a little accident. Don smiled and said I'm got a little wet. He continued, it appears you are too. Her chest and cheeks went red with embarrassment. She hit his arm saying shut up. I said well I guess we need to get going. My wife is standing hands on hips gap ever present and Don staring at her. I said we better get going. Don said I heard you I just figured if I didn't answer you would stay longer. Don and I swapped numbers and agreed to stay in touch. I really enjoyed his Minnesota company. He looked at my wife and said, i am going to miss you the most. She said because I'm naked, he said no because as I told you husband you are beautifully inside and out. This made her tear up. He extended his hand. My wife said no hug. He look at me and to her. He said you are naked I didn't think you wanted me touching you naked. She said give me a hug you can touch me. She gives him a full body hug. His hand went from her lower back and gave her three pats on her left cheek. They released. She said see that didn't kill you. We walked to the truck talking about catching up this summer when they return. We again she hands and I walk around to the drivers side. I hear him say another hug. She gets in we wave bye and drive off as she gets dressed.

She tells me as she is dressing. I know why he wanted another hug. I smiled and said to touch your butt again. She said no. He kept his hands on my upper back and when we parted he let them slide under my arms and across the sides of both my tits. She said she waved her finger at him.

She then started telling me about the shower. I did receive several text from Don on the way home and he is seriously lobbying for a return camp this summer.

First I must excuse the length of this post for only being a weekend. My wife packed a lot of exhibitionism in a short time.

I have received several text from Don among general conversation to always include booking a trip in July to the campgrounds. My wife is now consumed with purchasing a camper. I asked why. She gave two reasons. One, air-conditioning for summer heat for winter. Two, she has it in her head that campgrounds are a safe place to practice her exhibitionism with unlimited opportunities. Looks like I will own a camper soon.

We discussed the events after and we are both happy with our time spent for the weekend. For me, despite the age difference, I really enjoyed Minnesota Don. He was a really good person to get to know and we had a good time doing so. I have not laughed so much with casual conversation in a long time. He seems to feel the same.

On to my wife telling me about her Sunday shower.

When we left the campgrounds my wife started dressing and was enthusiastically recalling each exposure. To this point, I think my favorite was her return from the shower prior to leaving. I don't think she had a favorite, she seemed to enjoy all equally. She did ask me several times to repeat what transpired as she was asleep by the fire. This went on for thirty minutes or more before I even remembered the shower.

I asked if she was going to tell me about the shower. She looked somewhat serious and said would you be mad if I showed too much. I'm still high from her thirty minutes of recalling the weekend. I replied, I believe you showed as much as you could all weekend. Still not smiling she said but you got mad at what I did in the window at my seminar. I acknowledged my jealousy, but I said we discussed that and I have no reason to feel jealous. She said, you promise. I happily replied absolutely. She smiled and asked how much detail you want. I said, everything.

First I will briefly describe the Floorplan of the communal restroom showers. Standard for wall rectangle big brick building with a heavy door on the left side. You enter and there's an open frame to the shower area, no door but possibly a curtain at some point. Beside the opening on the wall is a vanity with three sinks. The wall to the right has two doors leading to toilets. Walk forward through the open frame you entr the shower area. The wall to the left has two large mirrors mounted. The far wall has hooks for hanging and a wooden frame with large cubbies from the floor to the smoke glass at the top of the wall. A wooden bench runs the length of the cubbies. The wall behind the sinks has three smaller showers. The wall to the right two large showers, handicapped I assume. My wife's favorite is the one on the far corner.

So after three renditions on the way home of what transpired I have all the details. The first recollection she still thought I would be mad but my reaction was not. The second included more excitement. The last was more question and answer.

She said that she put her toiletries in the last cubby on the floor and started playing music on her phone speaker. She put the screen to sleep so the music continued and her screen was black. She placed the phone upright in a cubby facing the open frame and mirror. She said she removed the shower curtain and waited until she saw Don quietly enter to remove the towel. She said she saw him in the phone watching so she put on a show with her ass facing him bending over to open her bag and get her shampoo taking her time. She gave me details of all the poses she gave Don while he watched. She said she washed her hair twice for a total time of over five minutes. She glanced and Don was standing at the last sink watching in the mirror. When complete she walked over to the cubby repeating her show getting her bottle of bodywash and replacing the shampoo. This time she looked between her legs while bent over and said Don's feet were in the doorway. She fumbled a little extra.

She said that she did the same poses while washing. My favorite is bending over washing each leg slowly to her foot one at a time. She again looked between her legs and Don had entered the shower room. When she stood up and turned she glanced and he was watching from the sink. She repeated again every wash and pose. She said this took maybe ten minutes. I said well what took over thirty.minutes. I'm going to combine the second retelling with the question answer retelling.

Her answer to what took so long and why. I think we all know why.

She said that as she repeated the second washing she got to thinking about all her exposures from Don watching her topless at the cabin to all the other times. She said rather than her normal excitement she was aroused. She said she took extra care the second time to thoroughly was Her pussy and nipples. Her words, by the time I was done I'm not sure who was wetter, me or the shower. She said she was standing under the shower head letting the hot water run down her body thinking, still aroused. She did not want to stop. She said she glanced Don watching. She stepped out from under the shower head and squirted a small bit of bodywash in her hand. She started rubbing it in on her tits. She said that her pussy was throbbing every time she would start playing with her nipples. She was really working her nipples and startled herself with a loud moan. Her words, you know how loud I moan when I'm on the verge. Yes.

She said the moan surprised her and she glanced. Don was not at the sink. He had moved just to just the other side of the opening leaning on the end of the vanity watching in the mirror. She said she was still giving her nipples and tits a workout but slowed. She said that she then she moved a hand to her pussy. Her intention was to get a quick one and be done. Her description, I'm standing in the middle of the shower one hand working my tits and another working my pussy on the verge but I could not orgasm. After a minute she said she needed that orgasm sooo bad. She paused. I said so did you. She said I could not focus. I was thinking about everything standing up and each time I got close I would stumble or move. I'm on pins and needles. She said, I turned and adjusted the shower head down straight and rinsed myself. I said, you stopped. Nope.

She moved to the wall of the shower. She said I needed to lean on something. This shower does not have a seat like ours. She said she put her back on the wall and scooted down opening her legs and locking her knees. She said good thing I have nonslip shower shoes. I said so now you are facing Don masturbating. Smiling she said, no I'm facing the mirrors. She said she started on her nipples again then moving a hand to her pussy. I asked what's Don doing. She said, no idea, watching I assume, I had my eyes closed trying to clear my mind and focus. She said, after a minute of working her clit and nipples she was back to on the verge and let out a few moans. She said she opened her eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror. Her words, I saw myself masturbating. I opened my legs wider and I'm not thinking about anything but watching myself. She said she had forgot about Don. She moved from her clit to her opening and slid her middle finger inside completely. She said she was glad her knees were locked. She said, this caused a loud moan and she started slowly working her finger in and out watching in the mirror. She said she was dripping wet watching.

This is when she remembered Don. She said, being so close to orgasm she forgot to glance and looked. She said Don was standing in the same spot watching. She said she stopped all and closed her eyes. I asked why. She said because she thought Don saw her looking at him. I asked why. Because he was always looking seriously when I glanced, when I looked at him he was serious then he smiled. I said holy shit. What did you do. She gave me a sarcastic look and said, I have one hand on a nipple the others finger deep inside me. I closed my eyes. So you quit. No. I started again keeping my eyes closed but cleared my mind of everything but Don watching me. Her words, I kept one hand working my tits and sliding my finger in and out. She then took her wet finger and started rubbing and rolling her clit. She said that's when the long moans started and the orgasm started. She said she was so wet that juice was dripping. She then cracked her eyes. Don was standing at the mirror facing her watching. I asked what was he doing. She said she didn't know she just looked through cracked eyes and it was blurry. I asked what did you do. She said, what do you think, I'm at the first of an orgasm. I took my middle two fingers and slid them inside me and started sliding them in and out as fast as I could, I used the other hand and started rubbing my clit as fast as I could. She paused. I said then. She said. I exploded into my orgasm. She said I almost blacked out. She said, she continued rubbing her clit till she slid down the wall quaking with convulsions. She was not sure during her orgasm but thought it was when she was rubbing her clit before she slid to the floor she opened her eyes and Don was still there. Once she was done and sprawled on the shower floor she opened her eyes expecting to see Don there smiling. He was not and was not in the mirror. She said it took a minute to get up. She rewashed and turned off the shower and started drying off.

I asked. How long this had been. She said when I turned the music off it had been twenty something minutes. She said, as I was drying off I heard the toilet flush and door open. She asked whose there. Don answered. She said at first embarrassment hit her. She said she was running through things to say or excuses to make when Don rounded the vanity and stopped in the doorway. She said she had the towel covering her front but did not know what to say. Don started. He said, I need to apologize. I should not have walked in on your shower. She said she didn't know what to say or if she was embarrassed. When she just stood there, Don said, I had to use the bathroom and when I came in I thought you might have fallen and hurt yourself I heard moaning. She said she was definitely embarrassed at that. He did not mention that he had been watching. He continued, I looked in the mirror and saw you. She said now really embarrassed. He continued, I should have left but when you looked at me and I smiled you continued so I did not leave. She said she was sure her voice cracked when she spoke but said, you should have left. He agreed and apologized again and again. He said, that was amazing, I had to go do the same in the toilet. She said after all the apologies and his compliments along with saying he had to rub one out to her, the embarrassment was gone. She said, well what's done is done and what's seen is seen, I accept your apologies. He said great, I hope we can keep this just between us. She said, it will be our secret.

With that she said, I guess there's no need for this now. She stopped covering and continued to dry off as Don showered her with compliments. She said he watched intently even after all he witnessed. They talked about campers while she applied lotion. He watched telling her good campers to look for as she sat naked on the bench legs open applying lotion to her legs. She saw him staring at her pussy she asked haven't you seen enough. He smiled and said, no I have not and don't think I will but I better get back and he left. She said she sat on the bench thinking how she was going to tell me and how mad I would be until I called. She was happy that I gave her a chance to be naked in front of both of us before we left.

I would have probably been jealous prior to our conversation after my jealousy at the seminar. I now have a better understanding of her desire to be seen and in reality to shock a man. She will push the envelope as far as she can as long as I support her.

Awesome update! What was your favorite part of the weekend?

Another question for you. Did he see her pee? And is that something that pushes boundaries for you or her?

A bawdy look at some nursery rhymes and folk tales
 

Many people just take nursery rhymes and fairy tales at face value and never imagine there is a deeper often dark background to them. Added to that, some of the stories convey ideas and notions that have a double-entendre or sexual overtones that are camouflaged so that they are both applicable for children and convey a certain interest for adults.

Animals are frequently used as metaphors for human conditions or attributes.

Strong as a bear, cunning as a fox, wise as an owl, eyesight like an eagle, scared like a chicken, brave as a lion, modest as a cat, busy as a beaver or bee, deceptive and lying as a wolf, standing out/different as a black sheep, untrustworthy as a snake, taking advantage like a shark, etc.

So, we can see there are particular human qualities that we attribute to certain animals. In this way a tale or nursery rhyme can be constructed that as far as children are concerned, they are none the wiser, whereas, for adults, they can recognise a deeper message or moral being implied.

Much of the origins or etymology of many of these rhymes and folklore tales are shrouded in myth or legend. Additionally, as they travelled and were translated into other languages their origins became confused with the overlaying of other versions and events.

‘Ring a Ring o’ Roses’
Many of us were told that the well-known nursery rhyme ‘Ring a Ring o’ Roses’ is an allusion to the epidemics or Bubonic plague that wreaked havoc throughout Europe in the 16th and 17th centuries.
The ring of roses being the rash that the plague brought on. The posies being the flowers that were placed near the infected person to cover over the bad vapours that emanated from the patient.
Atishoo, atishoo referred to the sneezing (and coughing) that accompanied the sick person prior to falling down dead.

However, investigation has shown that the etymology is nowhere near as old as this, merely dating from the mid-19th century. What is ironic, is that this origin only started to be propagated during the 20th century!
However, here I would like to suggest some more erotic and sexual meanings and significances.
Children would gather together in groups, holding hands and dancing around in play sing the rhyme and then falling down. They were mimicking adults going around courting a mate, giving the prospective lady flowers to wow her, eventually giving her a ring of marriage, with the intention of falling down, lying down wither and bedding her.
Yet there are lewder and more lascivious meanings in these words.
The roses and posies are references to the woman’s pudenda, her pussy and ‘garden’ which she would guard and cultivate. The sneezing is an oblique reference to orgasm, both the man and his wife when their new relationship is consummated by falling down, when she gets ‘laid,’ or well and truly ‘f*cked.’
Let’s look at another rhyme.

‘Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.‘
This is generally accepted as talking about sheep that have been ‘docked’, or in Australia ‘mulesing’, where the tail is removed to prevent infection from blowflies.
However, there is an obscure lecherous explanation.
Bo Peep is a promiscuous young woman (‘little’) who has lost her looks and captivating attractiveness for men ‘sheep’. She is told not to worry, as they will eventually return to pursuing her. (bring their ‘tails’ behind them.)

‘Jack and Jill went up the hill.’
This is obviously about a young couple discovering their sexuality, and wanting to get it together, they seek some privacy away from prying eyes, ‘up and over the hill.’
‘To fetch a pail of water’, just an excuse.
Jack fell down (upon Jill, who rejected his crude advance), thus ‘breaking his crown’, his pride, and sulks off. But Jill, does not want to lose him completely, because she secretly likes him and wants and likes his advances, and so ‘tumbles after’ him.

‘Hey diddle-diddle the cat and the fiddle.’
Here we have a young and inexperienced boy trying to masturbate and sexually stimulate his partner as part of their foreplay – diddling is a slang word for masturbation.
The ‘cat’ – Tom cat – Male, ‘fiddle’ – violin, think of its shape – Female.
The ‘cow’, the girl, ‘jumped over the Moon’ (mis pronouncement of Man) was on top.
‘The little dog laughed’ they were being observed by a child. So, they ran off together to a more private location.
Let’s look at a fairy tale now.

Little Red Riding Hood.
Though an enchanting story about good prevailing over evil, (depending on how the story ends) it is hard to avoid the sexual overtones contained in the characters and their actions. Though it can be seen in terms of seduction and, other analyses suggest the transition of puberty and adolescence, certain female coming of age memes.

There are even revisionist feminist rewritings of the tale where the female outsmarts and prevails over the cunning and scheming ‘wolf.’ Moreover, I have heard a recent rendering of the ‘wolf’ as a protagonist of transgenderism, that far from being dangerous, just wants to shed his masculinity and become the ‘Grandmother’! So much for stereotypes.

Nevertheless, the overwhelming opinion of the original versions of the tale is that of the sexual roles of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ the young blossoming woman and the ravenously scheming and seduction-obsessed ‘wolf’.

The mother’s warning not to stray off the path, don’t get distracted or speak to strangers (stranger danger) and the subsequent wolf’s success in getting ‘Little Red’ to do just that clearly indicates his sly ability to influence her to his wiles and ways.

Once she arrives at her granny’s cottage the centre of attention is the bedroom. It is not too big a reach to see where this is going. The ‘wolf’ who has replaced the grandmother, guardian, and protective agent, represents the overwhelming force of male seduction, r*pe, and ravishment. However, we see ‘Little Red’ trying to discuss and negotiate with the ‘wolf.’

There is even an element of ‘Stockholm-syndrome’ entering the saga, with ‘Little Red’ falling for the ‘wolf’ and actually participating in the seduction, making it consensual. Though in many early readings someone comes along, either a woodsman or a huntsman and saves her from the ‘wolf’ very gallantly and chivalrously. Whether the characters refer to actual historical individuals or are just general tropes is not sure. What is sure is that down the ages children as well as adults have enjoyed the story and it has been depicted in film, musical, cartoon and animation. :)

Another day, another upskirt
 

As anyone knows some cities are windier than others. That’s just the way things are. Whether it is climactic or meteorological it is a fact.

However, there are things that can make things worse or windier, still. In many CBDs (central business districts) the existence of high-rise blocks of offices has a definite effect on the air flow between and around them. As a result, there will be regions and zones where the air is relatively stable and still and others where things are constantly fluid and in motion.

If one is aware of the breezy disruption one can prepare so that one is not caught unawares. However, most people are not. And so, it can be fun watching people when the wind catches them unprepared for it.

Last week was such an occasion. We are coming to the end of summer, so people are still dressed accordingly for the warm weather. Women wearing dresses and skirts, often shorter or knee-length and of a lighter material, easily manipulated or lifted by a light or gentle breeze. I was walking along in the CBD during lunch time, when most people leave their offices for a stroll, pick up lunch or meet a friend. So, there were plenty of people wandering about. I was approaching an intersection, waiting for the light to change to allow pedestrians to cross. There were about 10 or 15 people waiting. In particular, there were two attractive women in dresses standing in front of me. I would say they were both in their twenties. One was wearing a blue dress that came to her knee, the other was sporting a black pleated skirt and white blouse, which made her look very fetching.

The lights changed to ‘WALK,’ so we all proceeded to step into the street and cross to the opposite side.
It was at this moment that a gust of wind suddenly ‘materialised’ and began playing with peoples clothing, especially the women’s dresses. ;)

The one in a blue dress was carrying a bag and was definitely not ready to deal with what was About to happen. The other one was equally taken by surprise. In a trice the wind had picked up her blue dress and was causing it to dance before her, not allowing her to grab the hem and pull it down, covering her modesty and her lovely charms.
I was treated to a delightful view of her nether region covered in exquisite lacy white panties. I took in her gorgeous derriere, such tight and firm ‘buns’. I was quite taken by the sight, but all to soon she regained her composure, and her decorum was restored. :D

As I mentioned, there was another pretty girl there, too. The wind was not playing ‘favourites,’ her skirt was as fair game as the others was. And so, up that went to. She was clearly startled by events and in trying to grab her skirt and bring it under her control, she turned and granted me after the initial view of her cute backside, a brief view of her front, as well. Well, brief it was and she was sporting the briefest of briefs, barely covering her charms and treasures. Her pink panties were the choice of a seasoned siren, of a sex nymph, someone practiced in the art of arousal. The swell of her sex was obvious and the cleft in between was apparent, too. :)

The pondering of her beauty that still remained hidden, was enough to stir any red-blooded male. I was therefore, in a state of excitement and had to exercise due care not to make it too obvious how stimulated I had become. Still and all, it had been a profitable lunch hour and I had enjoyed seeing the sights.

What would the next day bring? :D

Favorite part of the weekend? I've spent some time on this question. It came down to two events. The topless hiking and remaining topless around the site or her returning from the shower naked, packing, picking up litter and casually talking prior to leaving. I would say that hiking topless was my favorite. I absolutely love my wife's tits. Being a D cup, she still has a firm stature with the pink nipples pointing straight ahead. Walking, they are mesmerizing to me as they bounce and shimmy. Walking around the campsite and doing various activities just had me zoned out staring. I was completely unaware of Don watching. If you ask her finding out Don watched the entire time was exciting for her.

I read this question earlier and asked my wife her favorite part. Her answer was leaving the shower naked walking back and remaining naked till we left. I was certain that it would be one of the times in the shower or how unmercefully she teased Don by the fire with rolled boxers.

As for did Don see her pee. Not that I'm aware. As a boundary for her, I would say sober, she would be very descret if she went outdoors. She would walk far enough to not be seen. Drinking or drunk, if the urge hit her she would drop and squat depending on the urgency and the company. As for me, we are outdoors people. I've seen her pee in all environments, woods, fishing, boating, riding atv's and too many occasions to mention. I do not see it as a boundary.

The question did inspire me to ask the boundary question to my wife. I did it in the context of "accidental" exposures versus in person exposed or naked such as returning from the shower naked.

Her response was somewhat surprising. A summary was that she preferred having a stranger accidentally see her. I mentioned the hotel hallway. She said, both were "accidental", In that it allowed for an excuse. She mentioned a few of the purposeful. Sallies dad, my dad and Xavier. She said that each person she is very comfortable around when she was purposefully naked and had already experienced the "accidental" exposure. I asked about Don. She said each time that he witnessed her exposures she had an excuse including the showers. She said her excuse for her naked after the shower was I won a bet. So I asked which was more enjoyable. She said that it depends. Her ultimate answer was she really enjoys being naked when everyone else is dressed. I asked why, she smiled and said I get all the attention and it is sssoooooo arousing watching them watch me.

As for boundry, touching and sex are her boundaries. I mentioned Don touching. She said a hug is not touching and he cheated twice. She said that she really did not count that unless I did. I laughed and said no. I told her I'm just trying to be supportive in her desire. She asked me if I thought she was crazy for enjoying exposing. I said, your desires are our business and if it makes you happy then it makes me happier.

We are looking at two small campers this weekend. She is really excited to get one and go camping all the time.

Thanks for the answers! It's very interesting hearing both yours and her thoughts after these experiences. hope to hear more from your next camping event!

We purchased a camper. After looking at some old dirty used campers I decided to look at dealerships. We found the perfect camper. For floorplan and pictures look at the Little Guy Max. It's a teardrop shape with windows on all side that fold completely out. My wife liked the way one could see the entire inside when all windows are open. As for me, I like the refrigerator, air-conditioning and sink/cook top.

Our first trip out was a learning experience. We setup on a site and took forever to get everything correct. Luckily I had a manual to guide me on the eminities. Two things we learned was, at dark with the windows fully open and all the lights on in the camper, the entire inside looked like a spotlight is on it. Looking from dark to the camper the screens on the windows were invisible. She was extremely pleased with this. Looking from the camper out in the dark you practically see nothing. The second thing were learned was pre-planning your site location. We spent the weekend breaking in the new queen mattress along with sex outside and other locations since we were almost alone on this part of the campgrounds. At one point at night my wife spent over an hour fully naked around our site with no one passing or seeing her. I was very happy, she was not so pleased.

So, we planned a trip last weekend to a lake three hours away. We selected our location and prepaid. The campgrounds were below the lake spillway and we chose a site along the river. There were what looked to be seventy sites along the river and we were on site 61. We planned this so that if we did not have a very active site I could fish behind the camper.

We arrived early and the front part of the campgrounds along the river was full. The last sites were spotty. We had one neighbor in a camper to our left and two across the street. There were others further down but one or two open sites between.

We set up in record time. The campgrounds were shaded by large trees so we left the awning closed. It was still around six so we turned on some music and ate sandwiches since neither of us wanted to clean up afterwards. Then we sat outside to drinks. Out camper garnered a good bit of attention. We probably gave four or five tours to people walking by. All were impressed and talked about the camper being unique. It appears that people who travel around campgrounds spend a lot of time look at and admire other campers. We met our neighbors and they took a tour and said don't worry about noise, they sleep heavy and early.

During this time there was a fairly steady stream of fishermen passing behind our camper walking the river bank back and forth. I will skip other interactions and get to the point.

It is now dark and we were still outside sitting in front of a big fan listening to music drinking. My wife is feeling no pain. A man carrying fishing gear passes and speaks. The river is at best forty yards behind our camper. We set up so that the door side and the back are exposed to the river. My wife looks at me with that excited look. Smiling she said, I have an idea. Now I'm feeling no pain also and think she's about to offer some wild sex. I said, count me in. Laughing at me she responded, that's later. She proceeded to lay out her idea. She brought up the position of our camper to the river and passing people fishing. Her plan pretty much how she relayed. If I go set up my chair by that tree in our neighbors site, I could text her of an approaching fisherman. She could get up and change into her pajamas in the camper. We discussed all aspects and her expectations. She made a point to say preferably an older man. I asked why, she said she feels safer and they are less likely to take pictures with a phone.

Skipping through all the discussion I moved to the designated tree leaving her alone. I sat in the dark barely able to hear the music drinking. We text back and forth which was fun. After several passed she text why am I not letting her know. I text, I'm waiting on what you requested. After a good thirty minutes or more sitting in the dark I see a man approaching slowly walking like an older person, carrying a fishing rod and a large bucket. I text my wife I believe we have a possible candidate. She text back, I don't care anymore, text me as he passes you. Maybe five or six sites away he passes some lights on that site and I can see him. It was an older black man walking in between the riverbank and the camp sites. I text my wife a description. She text back, text when he passes you.

He slowly made his way to then passed me and I text her. She stands up. Her back is to us. She stretches, arms above her head standing on her toes. She opens the door screen and walks inside closing the screen. He is now at the corner of our site. We had removed the dining table to make room to sit on the bench sets on either side. She is standing there quartered to us. She reaches down and peels off her braless workout shirt over her head releasing her tits. I watch her left tit fall free. The older man stops, looking at her. The lights are so bright her skin was glowing. I text her that he stopped and is watching. She turns facing us and picks her phone up. I'm looking at her tits glowing and even from my distance I can see her nipples were rock hard and pointing. She stood there in the door for a full on minute to just text me an embarrassed smiling emoji. She put her phone on the counter and walked to the refrigerator getting out her drink supplies. As her back was to us the man moved over to the side of the tree nearest our camper. I am thirty two steps away from the camper, he is seventeen steps to my front right. I text my wife, he moved to the tree by our site. She walks back to the door facing us looking at her phone smiling. She text back, should I up my show. She's just standing looking at her phone facing us wating. I'm staring at her tits as I'm sure he was too. I text, sure if you can.

She returns her phone and turns her back to us. She pushes her shorts and panties off to the floor in one motion. We are looking at her bare ass. She then bends over legs open. She stays bent over as she slowly unravels her panties from her shorts. From my seat I'm clearly looking at her pussy. From his position I was sure her was seeing details. She remained untangling her clothes bent over for many seconds not sure how long but felt like forever. She stood turned facing the door and placed her shorts and panties by her phone. She did a long stretch rubbing her tits as she did. We watched her walk back and forth in the camper gathering her pajamas. We also watched her through the window above the stove top and sink prepare her drink. We could not see her head but definitely got a great view of her tits. The last thing was she had placed her pajamas on the bench by the door. She stood facing the door as she unraveled her tshirt. I recall staring at her thigh gap and pussy thinking I wish she had some extra hanging from between her outer lips for us to see. We watched her dress and as she was putting away her drinking supplies he walked away.

She was soooo excited hearing me tell her what I saw. She made me retell several times. The only other fun thing was around midnite the man came back by but walked really close to the back of our camper. My wife crossed her legs and folded her arms across her tits. I asked if he had any luck fishing. He said he had no luck at all and he was going to change bait tomorrow. We briefly talked bait and he walked away. I asked her why she was so quiet and covered up. She said he had seen enough. She also said she was weirded out with him talking to me and staring at her. I asked why. She said it was weird that he was looking at me thinking how I did not know he saw me naked. He kept smiling at me. So I stayed quiet.

I'll finish Saturday.

So hot. Countrylivin!!!
 

So hot. Countrylivin!!!

I hope that your wife and you will want and enjoy it, that she will also be touched soon and finally surrender to the other men (and women?)....

Maybe some more photos of her?

Before I go into Saturday, a few observations. At least the two we have visited, I have observed that a vast majority of the people camping are older. My wife likes this. She says that she feels that older men are less likely to be aggressive or offended and that their reactions are more fun to observe. The second is that showing up with a new, unique camper draws a lot of attention. I will not post all the questions and tours I gave folks but it had to be around fifteen. The benefits of the tours and talking campers to these camping veterans is I learned a lot. Finally, almost all the campers are very kind and social.

Saturday.

As usual I am a early riser. I'm up before light. I make a pot of coffee and sit outside quietly smoking and drinking coffee. Being a small coffee maker I had two pots. My wife woke up at daylight and walked to the door naked. She had a massive hangover and asked if I brought nyquil. I retrieved from my toiletry bag and she took two full caps. I continued my coffee and cigarettes. Soon the caffeine and my natural ADHD kicked in. I am straightening the site, cleaning, organizing. Eventually I end up at my truck cleaning. By this time it's after eight. I fill a bag with trash and have to walk across the street to throw away. As I'm walking back a man walking a very tiny dog stops and said good morning. I respond good morning. I'm standing at my truck. He asked about my camper.

After official introduction we discuss my camper with me answering questions and him responding. Throughout this interaction I got a lot of information about him and camping. His name is Jose and sixty six years old. He is from Texas. He retired after selling his construction company and he and his wife spent time traveling till her passing a year and a half ago. He said he is looking to downsizing his camper. His tiny dogs name is Lilly. As I open this post I have yet to meet a rude or nonsocial camper.

We stood at my truck talking for what had to be twenty to thirty minutes. What was funny was every so often Jose would say a word in spanish and I would have to ask what? Eventually he asked if I would show him around my camper. We started at the front. We had closed the front window for privacy from walkers earlier. My wife was the furthest from my mind. I'm showing all the eminities on my camper and Jose is impressed for the size. He looked in the side window and asked about our dining area. I told him I temporarily removed the table to have better access to seating since we eat outside. We continued. Skipping some slow progression we made it to the back right and I'm telling him about the storage compartments and the bedroom. He looks into the window. I'm back about four feet talking. He staring in the window and I start telling him about the bedroom as I move to the back. I'm talking about the television that's removable to the outside, the change to a nice queen-sized mattress, the storage. I'm just talking as he looks inside. We reach the back left. I'm telling him how nice it is to open both side windows for a cross breeze to sleep to at night. He's again just looking in the window. I step forward a few steps to the window to point out the controls on the walls and stop.

My wife is flat on her back completely naked, tits up and legs open in a full on nyquil sleep. For a good two or three seconds I stand by Jose staring at my wife's pussy. I say, oh shit, we better go back to the truck. We did. Jose is smiling big. I asked if he saw her in the first window. Smiling he said, yes. I asked why he did not say anything. He said smiling, if you were my age and was looking at a beautiful naked woman would you? Smiling back at him I said, no I guess not. I explained we had a long night drinking and she took some nyquil this morning and must have just laid down and passed out. Jose said the best thing. He said, you will learn that like Vegas, what happens at the campgrounds stays at the campgrounds. We laughed. He went on to tell me several stories of his wife being seen naked and depending on the campgrounds she may end up topless or naked for hours but always at night. We ended up talking another half hour till he invited me to his site about fifteen down from ours towards the spillway.

My wife woke up and showered around noon. She was now feeling great and happy. While sitting around I told her about Jose. I thought she was going to be mad or shocked but quite the opposite. She had me retell twice with details.

Mid to late afternoon we walked to the spillway and on the way back Jose stopped us. After introductions we toured his big camper and visited. My wife loved the fact that we were talking and visiting and Jose had no idea she knew he had seen every inch of her. Before leaving my wife told Jose that we were drinking to music later and he and Lilly were welcome to come by if he wanted company.

Later we prepared a big meal and ate and drank outside. After clean up my wife made a large mix of tequila sunrise and poured her one I declined. I chose beer. After several drinks my wife was excited and frisky. She said I brought a new bikini cover. I said, I really don't want to swim. Smiling she said, me neither, it's completely see-through. Still not catching on I said, nice. It's almost dark and another drink in, she said, I'll play a hand of poker and if I lose I'll wear the cover. Smiling I said, did you buy it and bring it to wear. Smiling she said, possibly. I asked, what you wearing under it. She said nothing. My response, you invited Jose over. She said, but if I lose what can I say. I asked, are you wanting to wear it. Smiling but a little hesitantly she said, he's seen me already. He seem very nice and I didn't get to see his reactions. I said, if you want to put it on do it and you can say you lost. She said, really. I responded, if he shows up I'm not helping. At dark she went in and changed.

She walks out covering her tits. She looks around and sees no one. She drops her hands and slowly turns before sitting down. Smiling she asked what I thought. I said you may as well be naked. She said excited, I know right. It is so see-through it's almost not white. The front has a plunging neck line and the hem barely reaches her pussy. The back had seahorses across the shoulders and the hem was covering only half her ass. When I say covering I mean material. It concealed nothing.

Highlight. We are sitting talking. It's dark but the camper lights has her lit up. Her back is to the river with me facing her. She is now drunk and glassy eyed. A fisherman is walking close behind the campsites. When he gets almost behind her and maybe eight feet back I say, catching anything. He stops facing me. He said not at the rocks tonight. My wife is sitting knees wide pussy on display and hands gripping the armrest staring at me. I ask, what he was fishing for and what bait and where he was headed. He happily responded to each. He was behind her for a solid minute before heading on. My wife said, that was wild. I asked why. She said I thought he was going to walk up and I was not going to move if he did. We discussed.

After, I said, you want to see if another will stop and talk. She said, yes. I said if he does will you touch yourself. Smiling she said if you want. So we agreed. Not long another was passing. She's sitting legs wide, hand on upper thigh. This one was a little further back. I asked the same and he stopped. My wife started slowly running her middle finger up and down her slit. I slowed my questions but asked the same. She then started rubbing her clit side to side and faster. To prolong this I asked where he was going now. Mid response, my wife started sliding her finger into her opening and let out a moan. She only got two strokes before I said thanks and good luck. She was not happy with me. She said another minute and she would be good. Her pussy is glistening with moisture. I said maybe I can get another to stop. Her response was you better.

Before another approached I can see Jose approaching. He's carrying a chair his leash and a cooler waving saying my name. I look at my wife and said, well you got your wish here's Jose coming. She kills the rest of her drink. I said, remember this is your story, I'm just here to agree. Smiling big and looking excited she said, I got this. Jose walked in and set the cooler and chair down. He unleashed Lilly saying she won't go anywhere. He opened a beer and drank. He sat down and said how are we doing. My wife had changed her demener. She is looking at me scared arms crossed over her tits and legs crossed faking. I said holding up my beer, I'm doing great. I turned the music down some. Jose said, me too, I've been drinking beer the last hour waiting to come over, I didn't want to be too early. My wife hasn't moved. We talk beer a minute, he drinks some hispanic import I've never had, I drink domestic. Jose is drunk and keeps changing from english to spanish.

Eventually Jose looks at my wife and asked if she was OK. She looked at him smiling and said, I'm fine, still covering. He started telling us what he cooked and ate. I told him what we had. After that conversation and another beer Jose asked my wife why she is so quiet. She said, well, we were listening to music playing name the song and artist. I thought I knew the artist to a song so we made a bet. I guess Jose was so drunk he had not noticed her cover. Jose said so you lot a bet, he grabbed his wallet and said, so how much you owe, I'll pay it for you. Smiling and a short chuckle, she said it was not money it was something else. Jose looks at me. I said, don't look at me, I knew the artist, she made the bet and lost. Drunk and looking confused Jose said, if not money what did you lose. She did her best pouty look at him and said, my clothes. Jose smiled really big raised his beer and said something loudly in spanish then killed the beer. My wife asked, what was that. He said essentially, now it's a camping party.

That sort of broke the moment. He and my wife did a question answer session about bets and paying up on bets and excuses along with some accusations of cheating. My only input was I did not make the bet, all I did was try to correct her being wrong. She was just too sure she was correct. I was glad Jose did not ask me the artist because I did not pay attention as they talked to what she said. Eventually Jose said so how much clothing did you lose. She said, everything. He said but you are wearing that. She said smiling, it's see-through turning in her chair still covering. We could see all her body and the cleavage she had smushed together. Again Jose lifted his beer and loudly proclaimed the same as before taking a drink. My wife said, so Jose how was your day. He went into listing all the boring things he had done. As he listed my wife adjusted her arms swapping to a one arm and hand cover purposefully giving us a nipple flash to use her other hand to take a drink. Jose was quick to say, I see what you meant. She asked, what. He said, that shirt is really see through. She ignored him and took a drink. After discussing his boring routine and he made mention of its really a daily routine everywhere unless he meets others.

My wife asked how long he had been here. He said two weeks. She asked if he's meet others to visit with. He said not here. She asked where he was going next. He said he was probably going back to Texas. My wife felt bad that he spent two weeks with just his dog for company. She said, tell me about earlier when I was sleeping. He looked at me. I said, I told. She really put him on the spot asking what he saw. To Jose's credit he was telling her details of his view from each window. After that exchange she said, I have to pee and get a drink. She looked around seeing no one. She was still covering her tits. Lilly was laying at her feet. She stood up. Lilly sat up. She turned ass to Jose and bent over petting Lilly for a few seconds. She stood up and walked to the camper. Jose stood up and moved his cooler beside me and then his chair. Took a big drink. Looked seriously at me said, wow. I agreed. I said, she's really drunk now and wanted to make sure I told her the truth asking you about this morning. He said, amazing.

She came back still covering her tits with her arm and did the same. This time putting her drink in the cup holder, legs opened wide, bent down petting Lilly. This is what we are seeing. A freshly fingered wet pussy from behind. I now see why Jose said wow. We are looking from butt hole to opening forward. She had some moisture on her thighs from previous fingering. The camper lights had her pussy glistening and lit up. We are also seeing her tits for the first time hanging as she's bent over. Her nipples were hard pink and pointing. She stood up and sat down covering her tits. I said you realize Jose saw your tits this morning and just now. Acting shy, she sheepishly said, I was just trying to maintain some modesty. Jose said just like he said this morning to my wife. Just like Vegas, what happens at the campgrounds stays at the campgrounds. She dropped her arm. Jose asked if he could give her a compliment. She said of course. He said, your breast are even more beautiful than this morning. She was embarrassed and said thank you.

Rather than go through all the views we had, my wife sat in varying positions throughout the night, imagine a view, we had it. Nothing would beat the six or seven times we got the view with her petting Lilly bent over. My favorite was the next time my wife went to pee. Jose suggested we move a little closer. We did. We moved from ten feet to six. She came out and being drunk either didn't notice or care. Lilly sat up as she approached. She stopped as usual and we are now looking at this wet aroused pussy from just a few feet for quite some time. I really enjoyed looking at her now somewhat freshly fingered pussy.

Also, we did not adjourn till close to one in the morning so imagine all the drunk teasing going on.

Now to my highlights.

A lot of casual conversation would be going on. Jose mentioned a time he dared his wife to go from the camper to the truck naked to get something and return. He said she had to walk and no covering. He said that the man camping next to them was outside and they were unaware. He said that on the way back he spoke to her. He was watching from the window and his wife stopped and they spoke for some seconds before her return. My wife loved this. For the next thirty minutes my wife would tell Jose and Jose would counter. Jose only had five or six. My wife continued. She told him about previous camping exposures. Once he ran out she told him about masturbating in the shower to orgasm to a man watching. She told him about the man Friday night. He would ask questions she would respond. To my shock. She told him about touching herself earlier with a man standing behind her. This invoked an exchange of what ifs. It was like she was one upping for shock. It was awesome quietly listening to her tell him.

Later, jose and I are talking and my wife was on her phone. Jose nodded towards her. She is sitting knees wide apart and running her finger casually up and down her pussy. We sat quietly watching till I asked if she was having fun. She stopped, got her drink sipped and said mind your business. This happen again later when Jose nodded. I look. My wife is running the tip of her finger across her sit in little up and down motions looking at us looking at her. She does not stop. She said, you boys can keep talking. We forgot what we were talking about. She stopped laughing.

Later. Jose had been walking around the back of our camper to pee. He said, damn I got to go again. This time he said, you mind if I just use your tree. I had been using the tree just a few feet to my wife's right. I said feel free. Jose stumbles to the tree. He unsnapped his shorts, they fell to the ground. Jose was commando. He is leaning forward both hands on the tree. My wife is laughing at him. She said, no underwear. Jose starts peeing. He said, less laundry laughing. I swear he was a full minute peeing. My wife is staring at his penis the full minute. When done he stands and give it a few shakes saying something in spanish. He then falls trying to pull his shorts up. He starts laughing as do we. Jose is laying to my left on his back, shorts around his knees laughing. He said, you guys mind your business as he starts stroking his dick. We all laughed at his remark copying my wife. He gets up shorts in place and sits. We started laughing as he mimicked my wife's earlier responses.

We are some time around midnight. Jose is drunk and talking. She's at that point in drunk that she does not care. She always says, when I get like that, don't let me do stupid. She and Jose started talking about all the things they had told each about nudity while camping. Jose said I bet you won't go get me a drink when I ask. She said I will. She started to get up. He said no, when I tell you. He said a fisherman was approaching. She smiled responded, say when. The man was closer to the river. Jose said now. She slowly walked to the camper. The man continued walking Jose shouted, don't forget my lime. The man stopped, looking. She's in the widow tits on display. The man is standing looking. She walks out and hands Jose the drink then returned to her chair sitting. The man walks on. She asked if he stopped looking. We both answered yes. She smiled.

Later, Jose said, how about a dare. My wife said you first. Jose said, dare for a dare. My wife said, I'm not getting arrested. Jose laughed. She said we have to tell our dares first. Jose agreed. They went back and forth. She was having fun. Skipping the negotiations. Jose agreed to walk naked around the camper. He did this in classic Jose fashion stumbling all the way. My wife's dare was the same as earlier but she had a time limit. She would touch herself if Jose could stop someone behind her. My wife negotiated that if noone was to pass by quarter to one she goes to bed. We sit still talking. While talking my wife had her drink in one hand and her other on her upper inner thigh. She was slouched down her pussy was at the edge of the chair. Her knees were wide open. I remember my wife saying fifteen minutes. Soon after Jose said, one coming.

We all look it was a single guy walking slowly. She kept looking at me and I smiled. She winked at me putting her drink in the holder. When he got a couple of sites away I could see he was a short, heavier black man and looked to be in his mid thirties. I told my wife, this is a young guy. She says, a dares a dare. When he was behind my wife about three steps, eight or nine feet, jose said, its a little late to be fishing. He stopped, smiling he said yea, to some. Jose said why's that. He said I work three to eleven, I'm wide awake so I come fishing after. From this point I know they discussed fish, bait, spillway, locations, gear, methods. I zoned out watching my wife. She is running her middle two fingers up and down a wet glistening pussy. She then started rubbing the tips of both fingers quickly side to side over her clit. After a minute or so of them talking to my shock she moves down and slowly inserted both fingers into her opening. She slowly went further and further till she was knuckle deep. She let out a small moan. I believe Jose was talking but they both looked, jose kept talking. I'm sure if the back of the chair was standard he would see her. He did tilt his head looking. He starts responding to Jose and I look at my wife. She is slowly pulling her fingers almost out and slowly pushing back knuckle deep. My hearts racing. She starts to speed up and I'm hearing some sloshing from all the wetness and the speed, I thought maybe I should have set the music louder. My wife is at a point with her eyes closed, oblivious to her surroundings. The man was talking and she is definitely having a wet sound coming from her fingering. Both Jose and I are watching. I'm sure the man sees our eyes not on him. Jose, said something about weight and hook at this point. Then she let's out another more audible two second moan. To Jose's credit he did not miss a beat talking. The man did lean to the side to look before responding.

Now I'm somewhat nervous about what's next. My wife is seconds from an orgasm. Sober and aware of her surroundings she's good at a quiet orgasm. So far, drunk, it's like we are alone at home. She continued then removed her fingers. I thought good. Jose and I are looking at her extremely wet pussy and ass cheeks along with a freshly fucked opening staring at us. She the started quickly and roughly rubbing her clit. The sound of wet pussy was definitely heard. She let out a loud long moan shuttering. She closed her legs tight on her still moving hand with small convulsions. The conversation stopped. Jose and I are just looking at her. The man looked confused and said, is she OK. She sat up in her chair still convulsing keeping her eyes closed with a small moan. I said, must have been a bad dream. Jose, smiling said or a really good one. The man still looking around but at the top of her head smiling said, I'll agree with him. After a few seconds she opens her eyes and smiles. Her pink nipples were still rock hard and pointing. You could smell the sex in the air. Still we are all just staring. The man had taken a step further trying to see what was in the chair. I said, you OK. She said, I feel great now. She took a deep breath and exhaled. She said, I think it's time for bed. After a pause she stand up. I would love to describe the look on the man's face looking at her naked ass standing there. Shocked is the best. Lilly had moved to the middle from her feet moving around. Legs open she bent over petting her apologizing. The man's eyes are on her pussy. She picks her up and turns facing her chair pretending not to see the man. She puts Lilly in her chair saying I'm going to bed you sit here. Jose and I are now looking at what the man saw which is a very wet freshly finger fucked pussy with her wet opening looking back at us.

She stands. She looks him straight in the eye. I'm looking at his eyes. He is darting from her tits to pussy to tits. No attempt at covering. She said. Oh, hello. I'm sorry, I'm too tired to cover up, you boys have fun, I'm going to bed. She turns back facing the man when she got beside me and said I'm sorry, it was nice meeting you. She kissed me on the forehead and we all watched her walk to the camper and enter. She closed the screen and pulled the bikini cover over her head and off. We all quietly watched her go to the refrigerator get a water facing the window naked taking a drink then another. I'm wishing I was standing to see her pussy but only the man had that view. Jose and I are looking at tits. We stand and look as she crawls on the bed. She's on all fours ass to the window with three men looking at pussy and titties shaking as they hang while she wrestles with covers and pillows. She then falls out of view.

The man said, that must have been a hell of a party. Jose said it sure was. He turns headed back the way he approached. Jose said, where you going. Smiling, he said, I'm going home to handle more important business than fishing. I helped Jose carry his things back. We discussed the night and we parted exchanging numbers. He said he and lilly will make a special trip back to visit us. I get back and my wife is out snoring.