25 True Exhibitionist Wife Stories

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I just froze. I didn’t know what to do,” Eliza recalls. “He’s just shooting the breeze with my boyfriend, and my boyfriend is trying to just play it off and is holding a conversation like I’m not even there. So I just stayed down there, perfectly still, waiting for him to go. He talks for what seems like is eternity (probably only two minutes). Then I hear him say, ‘See ya later… you too Eliza.’ I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.” My husband and I made the sex club a regular thing — date night, just like other couples all over the country, but with a twist. It's hard to describe the giddy anticipation I felt when I was driving around town in my sweatshirt, doing the daily errands, knowing that in mere hours I would change — superhero like! — in to some slutty little dress and do incredibly sexy things with my husband — and other men. I am not alone. In 2016, Mic published an article entitled “What It’s Like to Be a Female Exhibitionist” and, in it, Sarah* — a 35-year-old married, white female from Texas — explained why she is drawn to voyeurism, exhibitionism, and being seen, exposed, and displayed. Are you alright?" Jill asked with great concern. Never had she seen her childhood friend look so bad. Tears rolled down her face. “Don’t try to talk. Doctor Larson says you’ve suffered a mental breakdown. I’m so sorry.”

The rest of the evening was inevitable from that point on, and we slipped into a lazy ease that felt so very much like summer. After passing out drinks, she moved the coffee table out of the way and knelt on the floor as the rest of us talked about our days and our weekends to come. OK just read the this story to you... you sexy thing you.... I don't think this is "whoreish" at all... it's very exciting. And I'll say again... yummy Now to the real problem that I have ignored and continue to let happen. My husband’s sister got killed in an accident 4 years ago and we took in her son Robbie who was 15 at the time now almost 19. I honestly don’t know how long he has been doing it but I know now he has been peeking into the bathroom when I shower. The doorway is covered by a large bed quilt and nailed above the door. Our new bathroom has the shower and tub enclosed in glass sliding door. It only happens when my husband is working the 3 to 11pm shift and only one-time months ago did I ask Robbie if he was peeking in, which he denied. I know I should be. But I have this empty feeling in my stomach." It was a mixture of sadness and a feeling of losing a part of her.

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Her smile could light up a room, Alex thought to himself. "You said goodnight in the kitchen. What is it you really want?" He was getting hard just having her so close in this tiny room. Every morning I drive to the train station. I take a train to the city from the suburbs and a short subway ride to work. I am very fashionable and I try to look as good as the next woman in New York. Like many New York women, the clothes I wearto work don't allow me to wear big panties. It's like panty lines are the enemy. Depending upon the outfit, I almost always wear a thong or G-string. Sometimes I don't wear any underwear at all. It all depends upon the outfit. Now I'm not so sure of anything any more. The one thing I am sure of in all this mess is this baby. Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Not so much awkward as scary but whatever. I’m a girl and when I was delivering pizzas I was around 18-19, pretty scrawny looking thing. Anyways, I had a big delivery to a guy’s party in his apartment. Alex was having trouble dealing the fact she would tell him what was going on. However, he left that alone. "Alright. I will see you around noon."

A little over a year ago, I started a group, and it has since become a tribe. It's invitation-only. We have an online forum where we discuss feelings, health issues, politics around sex and sexuality, and post sexy pictures. We also organize events and support and celebrate each other. A horribly heated and evidently unplanned discussion about child support. When I showed up, with not only pizza but wings and an overpriced 2-liter, I was used as ammunition that she was not spending what he gave her wisely. 25. Probably best to not chill with the customers. I'm just tired of doing it all myself. I know I'm only thirty but my body is telling me I am too old. Besides, you told me I could attend to your doctor's appointments. So I need someone there to look after things." Mia looked at her and said, "Do you? Sounds to me you want to be two places at once. I know what it's like to want the best of everything. My Jimmy was no prize. Our marriage started out rough. But he managed to straighten up once Hannah came along. He realized he needed help. He just had to figure out how to ask. Children can have that effect on people, especially men. Charlotte, what you have to ask yourself is what do you want and how do you wish to get it." Mia looked distant for a moment, then turned to Charlotte and said, "Every day. You never know what you have till it is gone. But my daughter, Hannah, is doing well. She is going to take after her father, that one. He was a good man. Hard worker. He loved his family. I see my husband every day though, in my daughter." Tears started to rise up in both women. They just looked at each other and smiled in understanding. Mia went about doing her daily chores and Charlotte decided to take a leisurely walk.

I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way. This is a true story and it is about how my husband pushed me into becoming a more sexually diverse, and more sexually active (a slut) wife. My name is Kristie. I’m 28 yrs old, 5’6”, 125 lbs with shoulder length, dark brown hair. Although not model thin, I have all the curves 34d-24-36 that turns more than a few heads, specially when I dress to thrill. My husband Barry is a 210 lbs of handsome man, that’s 6” tall with a Three Musketeers style beard and mustache. And that’s what we did. Laura took over an apple pie she’d baked yesterday. I thought that was too generous on our part, but I’m cheap that way.

She knew there was no arguing with him. She did have some time coming to her. Maybe she would take it after all. Yes, I'm sure. I saw the doctor yesterday. Everything appears to be fine. You are definitely the father. But we can get a DNA test done if you want to be sure," she said with little humor.That night when she arrived home, she walked in the door just in time to grab the phone. "Hello?" She answered in short of breath. Several weeks had past since Alex and Charlotte had made love, five to be exact. He had thought about it often. He wished there was something he could do to change her mind. However, in the end he knew he couldn't. He finally relented and took the divorce papers to his lawyers and signed them Monday morning. That's a big question. It's scary to ask, and scary to answer. I had heard about polyamory — specifically "swinging," with its built-in 1970s connotations — but the idea had never been presented to me in a way that appealed. TV, magazines, and movies described a culture and a constituency that simply didn't resonate with who I am. As a straight woman, the images of girl-on-girl held no appeal for me. The people I saw interviewed on the topic of swinging and poly weren't sexy to me. The media didn't present a very inviting picture of sexual adventurism for a married, monogamous, heterosexual woman like me. My 18 yr old wife came to the Army post where I was training. On w/e passes we stayed at a Travel Lodge for some much needed ** - for both of us! She was a hot little SoCal girl! I can't believe it," Charlotte had thought to herself as she got her mail that Friday. She took out the brown envelope and looked through the papers. Everything was signed and counted for. Finally, she thought, things are coming to an end.

Much to my surprise, I loved to see his gaze linger on other women. Seeing women interested in my husband was exhilarating — it affirmed and inflamed my desire for him to know that beautiful women thought he was sexy too. Another revelation: I am a compersionist, which means I get off on seeing the people I love give and receive pleasure. In that regard, for us, the club was a paradise. No, I can't. I have given you five years with nothing to gain. I can't do that again." With that reply, Charlotte turned on her heels and left. I know, but I can't. I will promise to take it easy." The two women embraced once more before Alex came in. Get Involved: Message the moderators for an invite to the VIP chatroom. Please note the criteria to get in! I walked hastily from my house to my hideout. I have a place where I can let go, and be alone. To be naked and free outside, without persecution! It is an unfinished bridge, a rusted Pratt Truss frame with thin beams length-wise and across. I love walking across, trying not to fall to the river below. Today I arrive in the wee hours of the morning.Showtime: Post a photo/video of you putting on a sexy show for a crowd of 2+ people using a video app. The apartment was on the top floor so after hauling about 10 pizzas up three flights of stairs I looked considerably frazzled. Alex could see Charlotte was getting anxious. She was ready to bolt like a cornered raccoon. He had to take his time and reel her in slowly. For starters, maybe he could convince her to stay a while. He missed her. No, Alex. Not enough said. You can't come in and push your way around. I am not yours anymore. I can take care of myself and don't worry about the baby. It'll be fine."