[Exhibitionist] Teasing or serious

[zoetic]

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

[zoetic]

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

[Lucky_doug]

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.

[Lucky_doug]

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.

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?

[Countrylivin]

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.

[zoetic]

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!

[Countrylivin]

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.

[Menorca]

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?

[Countrylivin]

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.

[Countrylivin]

We have had a couple of camping trips over the last month but no real exposures to report. I guess I'll blame the hot weather and the locations chosen.

Now this past Saturday we both spent a hot morning doing yard work. We started early to get ahead of the heat but that really did not help. By noon we were both exhausted. After a quick meal we were sitting in the air-conditioning cooling off and my wife wanted us to go outside by the pool so she could tan. I declined saying I did not want to sit in the heat. After much discussion she gave up and walked away. Soon she returned. She walked into the den wearing only her string bikini bottoms. She said, you sure you want to stay inside. I mentioned the neighbors. She said they are not home. I could not turn her down.

We prepared a cooler of ice and put water along with a container of cranberry, g****fruit and a very strong pour of vodka. I added a few beers to the cooler. I'm sitting under an umbrella in the shade watching her lay out topless. Maybe an hour of drinking and talking I get a text from Tim asking what I am doing. Assuming he was going to request help on a project I text him a picture of my beer with my feet and pool in the background. He text back, I'm bored. I'm telling my wife each text. I responded sorry to hear that. My wife laughed. We continued texting.

After a good thirty minutes after we stopped texting I get another saying I'm still bored. Knowing my wife has had three or four drinks I tell her it seems as though Tim wants to come over. She said, I don't care, he's seen everything I've got anyway. She asked if his wife is back. I text asking. He said not for another hour. She again said she didn't care. I text, I would invite but my wife is topless. He text, great ill bring the beer. In record time he is carrying a cooler around the house to the pool. My wife was actually on her stomach tanning her back at this point. As Tim sets up a chair beside me in the shade of the umbrella my wife is propped on her elbows talking. Her tits are almost exposed. Her nipples were barely concealed in the towel she was on in the chair. I thought that looked sexy as hell.

Both our chairs are almost facing her. He settled in with a beer and we started catching up. As we talked my wife finished her drink and announced she was going to cool off in the pool. We watched her sit up facing us refilling her drink. She is talking like she is not topless. Nothing was said about her tits. Her pink nipples were hard and pointing. We watched as she walked to and into the pool. She set her drink on the side of the pool and went under. Tim said, I should come over to your pool more often. We laughed. We watched her swim around and sit on the steps talking. She never covered nor acknowledged her bare tits.

After an hour or more, not sure of timing as Tim and I were killing beers, Tim's wife called. He walked away saying he was at my house by the pool then I couldn't hear him. He walked back smiling. I asked what's happening. My wife was in the pool sswimming. He said the wife is on the way. Not long she walks around to the pool carrying a bag, towel and wearing a long t-shirt. My wife is drunk but swims to the side hiding her tits against the side of the pool talking. They stand at the opposite end laughing and talking. To my surprise my wife pushes off the side on her back swimming away tits out. She walks to the chair that Tim had set up beside my wife's. She spreads her towel on the chair and pulls her t-shirt over her head. She is only wearing her bikini bottoms.

To wrap this up. The wives spent the rest of the day and into the night topless. Tim and I enjoyed all the views.