Training an Exhibitionist Wife

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Training an Exhibitionist Wife
I have been married to a willing wife for several years since we were both young. She started out a nice church girl but by now she is a minor league naked amateur. We have exposed her in two ways, online and in real life. And I guess there is a third way, which was to expose her in real life and then upload the videos.

My wife started out skinny redhead with small boobs with wide hips and a thick, thick ass. Now she’s in her 30s and after having k*ds she’s about 120 lbs and a nice 36B cup, and her curvy ass is still pretty amazing. We’ve had a lot of fun, and made a few mistakes, and I hope you enjoy learning from my experience.

DIGITAL EXPOSURES

Old style cellphones. Before we had smartphones I had a flip-style phone with cheap camera, but I loaded it up with pictures of my wife (of course) and an 8 minute video of her washing herself in the bath that I shot from the doorway. Initially I had no intention of sharing the photos. Then one day I lost my phone, which obviously had no password (because it was just a cheap flip phone). I called my number a bunch of times and after three or four days someone actually picked up the phone. It was an older Hispanic guy that lived nearby, I hurried and met him at a Denny’s parking lot a few blocks away (actually I was in such a hurry that I got pulled over by a cop, and explained that I was collecting a lost cellphone—not fleeing a crime scene—and he let me go with a warning to slow down). The guy with the phone didn’t speak any English (or very little, I can’t remember) so it’s not like we could chat, but he had this tiny smile and a look in his eyes I didn’t understand at the time, and he refused to take even $20 as a way of saying thank you for returning my phone. I’m sure he saw the pics because the gallery was open in the background when I dug through my phone. I don’t know, maybe he saved them, but I doubt it, because I never saw them online. But he definitely saw those pics and probably the video of my wife.

Evolved “lost camera” scenario. Sometime after that I changed my phone background to a picture of my wife bending over nude and looking back at the camera, so you could clearly see her face and ass and pussy. Then I accidentally lost my phone while I was with her at church. It was actually my brother-in-law who found it on the floor (my wife’s sister’s husband). He had been sitting near us and he told me that he saw it on the floor and flipped open the phone to see whose it was, and of course the full nude background had popped up. So of course he had opened the pictures and clicked through my galleries. What I didn’t expect is that while he was clicking through the images an older single guy had been standing right behind him, quietly watching the screen over his shoulder. My BIL told me he turned around and saw the guy ‘lusting after’ the pictures. He said they didn’t talk about it except he said “I guess someone lost his phone” and that was the last they spoke about it.

Online photo sharing. I enjoyed the wife exposure so much that eventually I started posting some of her pictures online, here at xhamster and several other websites. I also posted at some pro photo sharing cites and gave pictures to other people I met online that they could share if they wanted. Now she’s posted everywhere–pictures from before she had k*ds and pictures after she got her MILF tits. I uploaded to a bunch of wife sharing sites, including some pictures of her tanning naked in the backyard and hanging out naked with my friends, some of her posing and bending over my motorcycle, some of her bathing/showering, some close ups of her tits and her pussy and her ass. I emailed batches of photos to different amateur MILF sites, along with my permission to use them freely, and they did, sometimes even creating fake profiles of her and putting her in their various indexes. The problem came up that (since I had switched to a smartphone) a bunch of the photos I had shared had the GPS location embedded, so anyone with a decent EXIF browser extension could see almost the exact GPS location of our house where most of the pictures had been taken, and in some cases my real phone number. It took almost a year of me deleting photos and contacting moderators to scrub everything I could find that had the GPS information. If you’re thinking about sharing nude photos of your wife, now I recommend a good EXIF scrubber like ExifPurge (free to Mac users). There are still several dozen explicit photos of my wife in circulation—but as far as I know, none of them with the exact GPS coordinates attached. But now if you image search our city, region, or state +naked wife/wives she pops up first thing. She knew I had shared some of her pictures, but when I showed her the extent she was… a little irritated with how much the pictures had spread and how the best pictures pop up in search engines.

Voyeur videos. Before that I showed my wife the bathtub video I had taken of her… and she wasn’t even mad. I remember the look on her face when she watched it for the first time and the way she got horny. So I talked her into shooting a bunch of POV shower videos for my own entertainment, and we bought a cheap waterproof digital camera and put it in the shower. We shot six or seven videos at different angles of my wife washing herself, just like a normal voyeur shower video you would see anywhere on the internet. They turned out really, really good. After some time went by I uploaded them to some video sharing sites. They got just a ton of hits and after awhile (because of the GPS thing) I had to pull most of them down—except that they had already been re-uploaded to other voyeur sites, so my wife is forever online washing her tits and pussy and showing her face to the camera. There are also some videos of her tanning naked in front of the neighbors and doing some exhibitionist stuff around the house floating around.

Sexy product reviews. We started posting product reviews on Amazon and ordered a bunch of sexy outfits and started posting picture reviews and such that always included her full face. It didn’t take long to get a small following, and within a few weeks I was getting emails from people who recognized my wife from her explicit photos—one or two people sent us gift cards to buy sexy outfits with and pose in them, including some see-through stuff. The picture reviews included bras and panties and thongs and some BDSM gear and some sheer clothing and some costumes, as well as plenty of regular shirts and low-cut shirts with no bra. Eventually Amazon got wise to what we were doing and stopped approving our reviews, but before they did we managed to post several bikini shots and lingerie videos, including a Brazilian bikini front/back review. This ended when Amazon seemed to flag our account and stopped approving our PG-13 photos, even when they were pretty modest, but it was fun while it lasted. Sometimes now we slip a new review onto Amazon, but nothing like before.

Webcam shows. My wife would occasionally broadcast herself in the bath or the shower, or generally hanging out in the nude—for example sometimes doing nude yoga. But for the most part she used webcams to watch guys jerk off, sometimes showing off her body to them as encouragement. One particular guy was fun to watch because he was so inexperienced—it was his first time masturbating with a partner on webchat, and when my wife stepped back from the camera to show off her tits and ass he immediately jizzed all over himself and typed “oh jeez I dint know it would be so messy.” I check every once in awhile but I’ve never found her archived on the webcam sites.

IN-PERSON EXPOSURE

Skinny dipping. I’ve always been a voyeur, and my wife never minded being watched. While were dating, sometimes we would smoke and go skinny dipping at her parents house all the time (when they weren’t around). Once or twice I heard the neighbors around, and once some busybody came over because (he said) he didn’t recognize us and wanted to make sure we didn’t belong there—it was funny, because I was standing there covering up my dick and balls with my hands while this 50-something guy talks to me like its a totally normal conversation, and my wife is splayed out naked on the diving board in full view, so I invite him through the gate for a few minutes to talk. I put on my trunks and offered him a beer, which he accepted. My future wife stayed totally naked on the diving board, rolling over and sunning both sides of herself, while this neighbor asked us basic questions like where we were from and how we knew her parents.

There was nothing to do but tell the truth and say that we thought we would enjoy the pool while they were out of town for the week. He never said anything about my girlfriend’s nudity and barely even spoke to her, except for at the very end, when he had finished his beer and walked over to shake her hand and say “It was really great to meet you” (even though they hadn’t shared a single word until then). She didn’t bother to cover herself up when she sat up to greet him. He had sunglasses on the whole time, but I know he was eye-banging her the whole time, because I could see what looked like an erection under his shorts. I didn’t mind, even when he leaned in and gave her a neighborly hug goodbye. And since her parents never said anything to us I can only assume the neighbor never said anything to them. I asked her why she didn’t cover up and she said, “Because I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I had permission to be there and I was behind a fence. He’s the Peeping Tom.” I didn’t say anything about how flimsy the fence was or how the houses all around us were two stories tall, but to be honest that was when I was pretty sure I wanted to marry her.

Party nudity. Whenever we would through a party with the “cool” crowd (not really the church crowd) I would encourage my wife to underdress in lowcut shirts or tank tops, and my friends would nod and wink when her nipples slipped out. Pretty soon she was comfortable getting naked around one or two of my friends when it was just one on one. Guys would come over late for “video games” or whatever excuse they could think of. Then one summer evening during poker night she shrugged and just said, “I’m hot,” and stripped off her minidress on the spot in front of a roomful of guys I had known my entire life. It didn’t take long for a couple of them to start surreptitiously snapping photos on their phones. She spent the entire evening strutting around naked, fetching drinks, reloading bowls for us to smoke, leaning against my friends on the couch and climbing all over our laps while we all played Xbox. God I knew I had married the right woman.

Open window at home. Our first apartment was in a shitty building in a shitty neighborhood where my wife was one of the few young white women. That’s not really important except to say that she stood out and was pretty recognizable in our apartment complex. We had a small studio place on the third story. From the start of our marriage I encouraged her to be naked whenever possible, and she got very relaxed with the windows, even at night. Sometimes I would suggest that she tan naked outside on the third-story patio, but she never did. Instead she paraded around totally naked whenever it got dark. I would watch the windows across the way when my wife walked back forth and stood in front of the patio door, folding laundry or sitting on the floor or stretching out on couch which was right next to the big glass door and easily visible to the neighborhood. I would watch as she casually strutted around. Across the way windows would always suddenly go dark when our lights came on.

It wasn’t long before we were fucking with the blinds open too. Almost nightly my wife would ride me for as long as I could last, her fat ass and wide hips bouncing up and down right next to the open window. I had stamina in my twenties, and sometimes our shows would literally last hours. I never really asked her if she enjoyed being on display. But she never complained, and once or twice I complimented her offhandedly about the entertaining show she put on every night. Once she told me, “Well I certainly wouldn’t want them to be bored,” which made me hard.

No one ever said shit to us, probably because our immediate neighbors had no way to see us, while our neighbors across the parking lot had no plausible excuse to chat her up. But I saw men and a few women watching us at least once a week. One apartment across the way had three bachelors in it, and eventually they stopped turning off the lights while they watched us, and we could see their faces peering out as my wife rode me or I ploughed her from behind. On hot summer nights we would leave the window wide open for the breeze, and I remember one Saturday night those neighbors (probably drunk) started shouting encouragement like “Yeah, fuck that dumb fucking b*tch, yeah!” across the parking lots between our buildings. It was my first time hearing someone else talk about my wife that way, and I discovered I really like it. I had to stop her fucking me because I didn’t want to finish yet, so I sat her up in doggy position and rubbed her back and ass and neck for a long while with oil, before I finally stuck it in her and blew my load—and the goddamn neighbors actually clapped and cheered like they were watching basketball. My wife still giggles when I remind her.

Our next apartment was a little bigger and in a different neighborhood. The whole building shared a main staircase and walkway that led right past our living room and kitchen windows, with a row of apartments facing us from barely maybe twenty feet away. One day not long after we moved in, our new neighbors noticed my wife parading around naked after a shower, and pretty soon all in the males in our apartment complex started using the main staircase right by our front door to get to their apartments (even if there was a faster way). One neighbor knew my wife very well from church, and he would wander by almost daily on his way home from work, and take long pauses whenever she was stretched out naked on the couch beside the window, or cooking something in the nude in the kitchen. But he never worked up the courage to say anything to her about her nudity. It didn’t matter what time of night or day it was—the blinds were always open, and she was always naked. We knew our apartment was an open secret among the neighbors, but no one ever confronted us or complained even slightly.

She didn’t mind being in her natural state in her own apartment, but felt then that it was too brazen to fuck with the blinds open most nights (especially before 3 AM), because our windows faced pedestrian traffic from the main street, plus my wife was concerned about the teenage boys three doors down seeing something they shouldn’t. We had a small fishtank display that we kept next to the window, and whenever I closed the curtains for sex I would let them get hung up on the shelf, and there would be a crack of four or five inches, sometimes more. We could hear people walk by all the time because the elevated walkway would rumble and creak and we could often hear their voices clear as a bell. Every once in awhile I would smell weed coming in through the window as someone stood outside and smoked—I’m pretty sure it was one or two of the guys next door. We would spend long evenings on the couch in the middle of the room, with her in the nude, often playing with my cock during late night TV, or me eating her out, or fucking right next to the blinds which were askew.

There was one set of neighbors that became a problem—they were loud and smoked and drank and fought every night, this college-age couple and an older guy that might have been an in-law, I don’t know, plus all of their loud and pushy friends. They only lasted for a month or three before they got evicted, but they were interesting months. I really liked the younger brother, who would sit on the staircase right outside our window and drink during the summer evenings. Sometimes he would become very bold, peeking right through the cracks in our blinds. He got caught by other neighbors once or twice. Once I heard him say, “What’s the problem? I just really like their fish collection.” And the other neighbor, either his friend or his older brother, just laughed and sat with him for awhile until my wife and I finished fucking doggystyle on the couch. They actually tapped on the window a few times while my wife was lounging around over the next few weeks, and then they were gone.

Urban gardening. Space was limited at that place but one of our neighbors had a small garden growing in planters and hangers outside his front door, on the walkway, with flowers and stuff in little baskets, which gave me a pretty good idea. I copied his garden layout, and then on mornings I would send my wife out to water the plants. She would wear this transparent little miniskirt—technically a very short swimsuit cover up—with no underwear, barefoot and carrying a little watering can along the walkway, slowly sprinkling the flowers and hanging vines. The watering can was small, too, so she would have to stop and refill it often. To reach the rows of hanging baskets she would have to get the stepladder out, and when she did she was exposing her huge ass to anyone who might be watching from the complex or from the street. I usually waited until people were out in the community courtyard below, sitting nearby on the stairs, or at least hanging out with their doors or windows open, and then watch from the window as my wife would flash her bare ass and pussy to everyone below.

Early one Saturday I persuaded her to go out completely nude, to tend the garden like normal, and the middle-aged couple across the way turned their light on halfway through, so I could see them watching her, silhouetted in their living room, as my wife stretched on her tiptoes to water the hanging baskets in the nude. When she came back in I couldn’t contain my smile and pointed out the window, and our neighbors actually waved, which made her blush crimson. They never said anything to us about it though. But we fucked afterward and she was so fucking wet.

More window sex. Our next place was two stories tall, with a large bedroom window that overlooked a busy parking lot, and we took full advantage of the view by putting our bed right next to that window and putting up sheer curtains, which we left open most of the nights anyway. At one point I had a large poster of my wife naked printed and mailed to us, which I hung up right on the wall so that if anyone looked in while the window was open (always open) they could see it. The poster is gone now but we still fuck in front of the window on a regular basis, usually with the lights dim but on, usually very late at night or early in the morning. We’ve had too many viewers to recount, including large groups of men and women returning to their cars at the end of a long day. At night cars sometimes pause outside of our windows, or park strategically in the lot while they wait to pick someone up. I turn the lights on and my wife faces the window “so we can watch our reflection as we make love.” Sometimes we get distracted by the brake lights coming and going, and have to pause our activities until traffic settles down, but most nights people are discrete. We even installed canlı bahis a bright white light above the window, pointed at the bed—it’s like having our own little spotlight and stage. On some evenings it’s also a great place to have my wife sort and fold the laundry while the neighborhood watches from the parking lot or the nearby apartment buildings.

More tanning. The same place also has an enclosed backyard, surrounded by two-story houses and adjacent to the same busy parking lot. The fence isn’t perfect, and over time the gaps have gotten a little wider as the fence has dried and warped in the sun. That hasn’t kept my wife from tanning naked in the backyard where the neighbors can see her. One day she was out there, oiled up in her sun chair, when a group of like twenty people came outside into the yard directly next to ours. It was a family reunion. I was upstairs, watching the whole thing from the bedroom. It didn’t take long for some of the folks next door to spot the nude woman with the oiled tits displayed on the other side of the fence—they nudged each other and pointed through the cracks in the fence, and a bunch of men went inside on some flimsy pretense. I could hear them open the upstairs window next to ours, and heard them drinking and whispering about her body—I listened to them calling her a slutty little whore etc. for almost an hour before someone’s wife came upstairs to bring them downstairs for the BBQ, and even then I’m pretty sure at least one guy stayed upstairs, tired “with a headache.” I heard someone fapping and even a groan when my wife turned over to show her bare ass to the sun, and a little bit of whispering. Months later I heard the wife talking on her phone about “the naked white woman at the reunion.”

She has also tanned sometimes on the front porch, which is partially enclosed, but has a see-through gate, so that anyone driving by might see her. She’s been caught once or twice by mailmen, who have called to her and handed her the mail over the gate while she has been totally naked, instead of dropping it through the slot like normal. But she rarely does this now because more k*ds moved into the neighborhood. Thankfully that doesn’t stop her from wearing flimsy swimsuits to the neighborhood pool.

Through the fence. The gaps in that fence have gotten pretty bad. One three-inch board in the middle of the gate split wide open, and I haven’t bothered to fix or replace it—so there is plenty of visibility into our house from parking lot beyond the gate. My wife still wanders around the house completely naked at night, very confident in her nudity despite the fact that our back wall is just four very large glass doors. People have been getting creative letting us know they are watching her. The parking spaces beside our back fence will often fill up with cars at night, and sometimes people will leave their lights on, illuminating the inside of our living room with their headlights, just sitting there for an hour or three and making no attempt to hide their presence. And lately I have been finding little “gifts,” just inside the yard, always near the fence—pieces of garbage left by parking-lot voyeurs who want us to know they were present and appreciative. Usually it’s wads of cigarette butts, empty cigar boxes, candy wrappers, or single-serve bottles of alcohol. Sometimes it’s a suspiciously stained Kleenex or other random garbage. Once it was a stretched-out condom. Just today, after an evening of fucking under the spotlight next to the upstairs window, I found a large, empty bottle of vodka, right next to a bench inside my backyard, underneath a shady maple tree with a great view of the entire house. I hope they enjoyed the show.

Sexy outfits. My wife will often go out with me for walks around the neighborhood with our dogs, and she lets me pick out her outfits. Sometimes I will pick a tank top with no bra for her and she’ll walk around with her nipples slipping out occasionally. But most of the time I pick short shorts that show off a lot of her ass, and take her around the neighborhood. It’s not unusual for people to slow down and wave to us when they see us walking our dogs. I love sending her into the local corner store in sexy outfits while I wait outside with the dogs. Sometimes at night I can watch through the windows while a husband or the security guard follows her around, very interested in her shopping choices, which frequently come from the bottom shelf.

Sometimes I’ll choose her outfits for work, laying them out the night before for the next day. Usually it’s a nice outfit, but occasionally I leave a sticky note that specifies “NO BRA,” or choose a pair of tight see-thru leggings. Sometimes on those days she’ll come home from work with a look on her face and I’ll ask “Who saw what?” and she’ll have an interesting story to tell. Once it was someone in the neighborhood who had seen her bare tit fall out while she was walking back from the car—she didn’t realize it until she got to the front door. She’s also told me stories about her coworkers asking for special help with certain projects that aren’t her responsibility—one guy keeps calling her into his cubicle for help on his computer (for something completely unrelated to her job) on the days when I send her to work in a low-cut shirt with no bra. She usually feigns ignorance. For example I might ask, “Are your tits at his eye level when you bend over his desk to help?” and she will just blush and giggle and say “I don’t know, maybe.” She’s good at her job and she keeps getting new projects and raises, and recently a couple of these male coworkers have started aggressively complimenting her figure on her “sexy outfit” days. We get the vibe that they could have discovered her online content—but we’re playing it dumb as long as we’re able to.

Theater tits. Whenever we go out to the movies she wears a super low-cut outfit, the kind meant for drawing attention (and for nip slips). Sometimes we go out a play a game of pool at the pizza place first, which is always an adventure in itself. But whenever we end up at the movies her tits come out as soon as the lights dim. Most of the time she goes unnoticed (or at least untroubled), but not always. Men usually find reasons to get up and walk by us during the show. More than once we have watched from the corners of our eyes as people react with shock and nudge their dates to point out the exposed titties, then spend the remaining film stealing glances and pretending not to.

Sometimes it does get real interesting. At the last Spiderman movie we saw, someone from further down our row got up and came back but sat in a different seat, one directly adjacent to my wife, casually forcing her to share the armrest with him and brushing up against her breast once or twice. I could feel her actually tense up and breathing harder, but I didn’t want to cause a scene and she wasn’t directly objecting, so I decided to let it play out. When I looked over at the end of the movie, the back of his hand was very casually resting against my wife’s nipple, which was rock hard. When the lights came on and credits were rolling he said something like, “That was a really a great show!” and took off. My wife was restless the rest of the night until she got to come.

One time was memorable because a college-age group of guys snuck into a late-night showing of a rated-R movie halfway through, and almost immediately noticed that my wife’s tits had completely fallen out of her flimsy top. One of them took a picture, but the flash actually went off and startled the whole theater, surprising us and causing my wife to glare at the guys hovering over her in grudging acknowledgment—most times she prefers to play it cool and avoid anything that ruins the plausible explanation that she was unaware of her exposure. But they didn’t say anything to us. They just moved over in the seats behind us for a better view, whispering, chuckling, and taking more pictures (with the flash off thankfully). Then one of them actually took off his clothes, down to his boxers, and starting walking back and forth with his cock and balls out—I think they were drunk or high and it was a dare inspired by my wife’s exposure.

Of course security showed up soon after, and hauled the guys out of there, but a gut feeling told me to monitor further developments, so I waited a few short minutes and excused myself to the bathroom. Outside in the hallway I saw security and the movie crashers were actually clustered together, around the cellphone they had been using to photograph my wife. Security was talking and smiling with the whole group and being very friendly, which was not the reaction I expected. I’m pretty confident that they were bonding over pictures of my wife’s naked tits. I expected security to confront us next, and they did come stand by the door and watch the audience for the remainder of the movie, but they never said anything to us, and we still go to that theater for entertainment all the time.

Hotel exhibitionism. For special occasions my wife will frequently let me take her to a hotel and put her on display. There are too many good stories here to tell in one sitting—like the German tourists in the city who kept walking by our big glass window to see my wife spread eagle on the bed; or the time the guy masturbated on our doorstep while my wife posed for him; or the many times people have tapped on the window to get her attention, usually while I’m watching from the car; or the time a college volleyball team staying next door snapped dozens of pictures; or the time I got to tie her up and blindfold her at a local hotel just down the street, then cracked the vertical blinds open and left (of güvenilir bahis course I locked the door) to watch for hours as people went back and forth, sometimes returning a third or fourth time, sometimes even returning with another viewing partner to share the voyeuristic moment. Exhibition nights like this usually include fucking near the open windows–our mutually favorite positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggy–and then she sleeps for the remainder of the night sleeping naked on top of the covers, exposed to fate and the open windows until dawn renders her less visible.

Sex shop exhibitionism. Recently I took my wife to a sex shop in a baggy yoga top with no bra and a very short skirt, with the bottom of her ass showing and her tits slipping out whenever she moved slightly. It was pretty late at night and guys kept showing up to use the porno theater in the back, which has a section for group viewing as well as private booths. When the customers would walk in they would see my wife chatting it up with the owner of the shop behind the cash register. I watched guy after guy get in line behind her and eyebang her for several minutes while waiting for the owner to give them a pass to the theater, where they were going to go masturbate. It was fun. She wants to do that again. Next time, we have thoughts about visiting backroom theater and enjoying the show with the rest of the group, and maybe if the vibe is right she can put on a little show of her own.

Waterpark exhibitionism. The waterpark is a natural place for nip slips and loose swimsuits to fall off or slip sideways. I had fun pushing my wife around the lazy river in an inflatable inner tube, watching her nipples slip out and her swimsuit ride up her ass until she was practically naked in front of the whole place. After two rounds around the artificial river I noticed that some people were beginning to linger near the banks to watch her pass by while I tried unsuccessfully to hide my erection. I kept waiting for a lifeguard or supervisor to say something, but they never said anything. Soon there were even a few guys casually following us around in their own inner-tubes, openly gawking at her . She loved that. She wants more of that.

Flashing truckers. Over the years we have taken lots of road trips, and it didn’t take me long to get her acclimated to riding topless, then riding naked. At night she’ll let me turn on the cab light. In stop-and-go traffic she gets nervous, especially since one time a truckload of construction works pulled up alongside us filming and shouting. They said things like “Thank you” and “You’re good people.” That made her laugh and blush but also made her realize she was super visible. Not that she should be surprised. Truckers honk and wave all the time, but she pretends not to notice—except for one trucker, who slammed on his brakes in the city and held up traffic so he could pace us, honking and waving the whole time. Plausible deniability wasn’t possible in that instance. Other drivers have been more subtle—we get lots of thumbs up, flashing headlights, some shouting, (“You’re going to end up on the internet sweetheart!” ha ha too late) and the occasional beep-beep. I’ve seen a few of them holding cellphones or cameras as they pass us, but I’ve yet to see her ‘flashing trucker’ pics or videos online. I keep checking.

Flashing delivery people. For awhile she would answer the door in sexy outfits whenever we ordered pizza or Chinese food—first short dresses, then see thru dresses, then completely bottomless, one time or two even fully naked. But that drew too much attention in the neighborhood, because someone saw it happen at night and drove by honking and shouting. But whenever we go out to play pool at the local pizza place, the Indian owner says he remembers delivering to us very well and he hopes we’ll order again soon—which is hilarious because his wife usually works the counter right next to him, and she seems to be fuming whenever she sees us. I think she knows what’s up.

Rest stop exhibitionism. On a recent road trip, my wife wore her shortest booty shorts and a very loose yoga tank top, and whenever we had to get out of the vehicle—whether it was at hotel or a diner or a truck stop gas station or ice cream stand—she was braless and brazen. When she was in the car she was naked, of course. We (slowly) passed several appreciative truckers (who played leapfrog with our vehicle, passing us and slowing back down), as well as passed few passenger buses and at least one van-load of very interested commuters. But my favorite moments of the trip came on the final night of our trip as we, at the tail end of our vacation, when we had to stop along the freeway at a public rest stop for a potty break after several hours. She hopped right out in her tiny tank top, tits falling out either side, and strolled over to the bathrooms. I think she didn’t realize how exposed she was under the glaring white lights of the rest stop. Anyone parked at that lot could clearly see her breasts slipping out from her top at the slightest movement. And she seemed genuinely oblivious to her exposure. Or at least she seemed completely unworried by her exposure.

I thought she would just rush to the restroom and come straight back to the vehicle, but she actually paused to stretch her legs and “chase the frogs” in the summer grass, like she did as a girl—all with her bare tits on accidental display, bending over in her booty shorts and holding provocative poses under the halogen lamps. I knew she was putting on a show for me, as a thank you for giving her a nice vacation. So I watched from the car as people started to sit up in their vehicles and hit their headlights to better illuminate her when she strayed from the lamplight into shadows. After a few minutes three Hispanic guys showed up for a smoke at one of the picnic tables near where she was hunting frogs. I watched as they spotted my wife in real time, as she was showcasing her body beneath the bright lights. Immediately they pulled out their phones. When she wandered by their table—bare breasts peeking out and half her ass flashing every time she bent over to look at those little amphibian fuckers—they started chatting her up and she politely responded. She hadn’t seen them filming her from a distance, and she took them at their word when they expressed an interest in some little cluster of toads nearby, and so she joined them for conversation at the table, which was basking in a pool of bright white light, surrounded by an audience of motorists visibly leering from their cars. She pretended not to notice (or care?) when they kept their cameras discretely rolling, but even I could see the bright white phone displays from where I was sitting as they took photographs of her. At one point they even convinced her to pose for a round of pictures with the three of them, and she left her tits just hanging out the entire time.

I spent nearly an hour watching her flirt with these total strangers who were filming her. For some reason I kept expecting her to chicken out or scale back, but her mommy tits stayed in full view the whole time, as cars and semis came and went in the middle of the night, as men and women walked by gawking at her on their way to and from the bathrooms. I realized as I watched her that by some trick of those lights, her tiny top was flimsy enough, and pale enough, and covered enough of her short shorts, and cut just so to reveal the full curves of her breasts, that from the side she looked entirely topless, down to the shape and color of her bared nipples. Occasionally the tank top would d**** over her chest as modesty intended for a moment, but every time she shifted even a little, we could all see the bright pink flash of her tits reappear. The parking lot along the sidewalk seemed to get fuller and fuller as more cars kept arriving but not leaving. When my wife eventually returned—after giving her new friends a round of friendly hugs and a squeeze or two—she was grinning from ear to ear. When I hinted that she had been fully exposed to everyone there the whole time, she laughed it off and called me a liar.

LESSONS LEARNED

Safety and plausible deniability matters. If your wife feels safer with plausible deniability, give it to her. If she is willing to give you your thrills and be entertaining, go the extra mile and give her the space and plausibility she needs. She’ll probably loosen up if you don’t try to force her to acknowledge every sexual dimension of your voyeurism and her exhibitionism. Because if she feels safer, she’ll do more. Don’t overthink it. Leave her with positive feelings about each experience.

Consent matters. Genuine exhibitionist training takes time, patience, and realism. Ease her into it. Don’t grasp for too much all at once. Let her get used to pleasant thrills before suggesting risky adventures. There have been times where I haven’t been careful enough to run important things by her. As much as plausible deniability matters, the things you hide from her might eventually bite. The whole fantasy of exposing your wife against her will is sexy to some people, but it’s not a helpful way to deal with your repressed relationship anger. It’s a slippery slope that can go too far too fast, and can’t be reversed. For some people the irreversible element of forced exposure is part of the fantasy, but consent is sexier to me. Once you start doing things she doesn’t know about, you’re running the risk of decreasing her willingness to perform at other times. So there is a fine line between plausible deniability and consensual play. A relationship where you prioritize mutual consent over your gratification seems more likely to survive. I think you can’t really turn a normal shy woman into an exhibitionist against her will—that seems like fantasyland bullshit. But if she’s already an exhibitionist waiting to be unlocked… that’s a different story.

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