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The events of the previous evening had been quite intense and had left an impact of sorts on my ex. We had woken up the next morning, and at first, nothing was said. But as the morning wore on, there was a deafening silence. I had to finally break it and asked her to open up. It transpired that the feeling of being so out of control and dominated had confused her. She said she liked the thrill of what happened at the time, but after had felt used and cheap. It was the loss of control that she was unsure about, and that she had lost her anal virginity, not to me, and felt so guilty about it.We talked long about it all, and I reassured her constantly that we would do whatever she needed going forward to respect her feelings, whether that was forgetting it ever happened or something that made her feel okay about herself. We agreed to give her time to sort out her thoughts. Weeks passed, our sex life was normal, and we were in a good place. We hadn’t discussed anything since that morning, and one night as we were fucking, she said she needed to take back control of her power. She said that she would like to experience the fun of being watched again as she got so turned on by it, and could we do it again? Plans were made, as we fucked, for the next evening. ~~~”Are you ready?” She called down the stairs. I was sitting in the lounge, as asked, watching some porn DVD. She had asked me to do this whilst she showered and dressed. I had no complaints about it, as I knew we were heading out for dinner and fun.She was wearing a full-length dress with a split up to the thigh. Flesh coloured material covered her legs and she was carrying some high heeled court shoes, buff in colour. She looked at what I was watching and cheekily asked if I’d not cum as instructed. I reassured her, not as yet. The meal was enjoyable, and she drank a fair share of the bottle of wine. Every so often she caressed my leg with her foot playfully. We finished, with a good meal and drink in us, and walked back to the car park. As we passed through the High Street, she casually kept spinning around, her dress floating up revealing a lot of leg. More than one car got a good eyeful. She laughed. And at one point even pulled her dress up in front of me, from the back, exposing her underwear, which I discovered was a thong, stockings and suspender belt. As we got back to the car, I smiled to myself. Her confidence was back and she was excited.”So where to?” I jokingly asked. “You cheeky sod, you know exactly where,” came her tipsy response. She sat in the passenger seat and had her hand inside her dress caressing herself. I couldn’t see anything at this point, but that was her request. As we drove along she got more excited and this was nice. We turned into that familiar road leading to the industrial estate and she looked at me “Thank you for doing this for me,” she said with a hint of orgasm in her voice. I smiled. I gained out of this just as much as she did, but enjoyed the fact that she thought she owed me. We drove along and there was a group of three people sat at the bus stop. My ex giggled. As we pulled into the parking area behind the bus stop, I realised why. We sat in the car, and the small group walked around from the bus stop. She’d arranged this meeting. She sat with the door open, her dress open to the crotch exposed. They were staring at her and admiring the sight. This was what she wanted. Her breathing was shallow and fast, she was excited. I realised why, as I switched off the engine and heard the familiar hum of a vibratory. I watched as she slowly slid the dildo out of her exposed pussy. She isvecbahis then slowly turned and got out of the car. She giggled and lifted the dress off over her head. She stood in front of them and they stared. All she had on was the suspender belt and stockings and heels. No bra. She walked past them out to the bus stop and sat on the bench. We all followed. “This is for me,” she stated. ” I want to be exposed, stared at, gazed at, explored. I want to enjoy being looked at by you all. I am sitting by a public road, in the early hours, in next to nothing, for my and your enjoyment. Tell me what you think and what you would like to see. You,” she continued, staring straight at the regular contact, “have seen everything and even fucked me on more than one occasion. However, you two are new to me, as requested, so you get to answer and ask first.” “What turns you on about this?” asked the first. “Being fully exposed. Knowing you can see everything, and enjoying watching my watchers,” she replied. “So can we see your naked up close ?” The other asked. “And will we be allowed to touch ?” “I am more than happy to show you everything, and you can explore me however you want. Depending on how horny I get, will dictate whether your cocks touch me. Don’t expect a fuck guaranteed. My pussy is very exclusive.” I laughed a little. She had over the last few months actually fucked a lot of cock. My wife was becoming a bit of a slut. I loved it though, loved watching guys fuck her. “What turns you on the most?” asked the first lad again. “The freedom. The danger of getting caught. The thrill and adrenaline. The cool air on parts that are normally covered. Watching guys explore me with their eyes. The excitement,” she replied. She was a bit giggly and relaxed. “Why here?” asked the second lad, obviously staring. “Here has special meaning. Here I’m the slut I want to be, away from normal life. I can be risky, I can be naughty, I can be naked,” she laughed. I watched as she sat on the bench, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. They watched intently. Then she spread her legs, slowly. Her pussy became exposed, then slowly, as she widened her legs apart, it opened and somewhat gaped open. They stared. “Please come and have a look, if you like,” she prompted. They didn’t hang about, walking over and crouching down to admire the open pussy in front of them. She sighed, enjoying the attention. This was what she really enjoyed. The power of exposure. The thrill of letting strangers get a good look at her naked body, her intimate parts. “What do you want?” she asked innocently. “Show us inside. Please,” begged one. She smiled and leaned back against the rear perspex wall. Bringing her feet up to the bench either side of her, she splayed her legs open, and her pussy followed suit. The lips parted, the labia stretched and the pussy opened wide, glistening with juices. She slid her fingers over her tightly shaved mound. “Touch me. Slowly. One at a time. Explore me,” she commanded. The first lad gingerly reached out and stroked her thigh, then brushed his fingers over the pubes. Then slowly, deliberately, he pushed a finger inside her open hole and explored the soft warm flesh. She shuddered, so turned on. He continued to explore until one of the others reminded him to share.For the next few minutes, the three lads explored and fingered her pussy, making her wetter and wetter. They rubbed her clit, caressed her pubes and thighs, and fingered inside her. I only knew at the time that the situation turned me on. I loved seeing my wife fully exposed. I loved the thrill of seeing strangers isveçbahis giriş look at her body, seeing her intimate bits, and even touch them. I didn’t know what she had become. I watched transfixed at the sight. My wife sat spread eagle on the bench, dressed in stockings and high heels.With three young guys ogling her and touching her. And she was loving it, controlling it. She controlled their actions with little moans and wiggles. She pinched her nipples and spread her labia, opening herself wider. We heard a vehicle approach from a distance. Everyone looked at each other, and then shockingly she said two words. “Carry on.” Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she made no effort to move. The lads shrugged and continued touching and exploring. A dark coloured delivery van pulled onto the road and slowed as it approached, the driver obviously seeing something going on. My wife was so turned on, you could hear her short breath, see her biting her lip. The van stopped opposite, and the window came down. “Fucking hell, that’s a sight,” The driver leered out of the window. My wife laughed cheekily and tweaked her nipples. He sat staring for a few minutes, watching the show in front of him. My wife tapped the two lads, who were knelt in front of her, on the head playfully.”Let the nice man see my pussy,” she instructed. They sat back and allowed him the full view of her sitting spread eagle. She stared at him, then playfully sucked a finger, whilst rubbing her clit. He stared at the sight. “Now finish me off please,” she again instructed, and without hesitation, two of them went back to exploring and fingering her wet pussy. The third placed his hands on her breasts. Losing his view, the driver wolf-whistled and then pulled away, leaving the lads fingering her swollen pussy, squelching noisily from how wet she was. She had sat and let a guy watch two lads fingering her open pussy, while one groped her breasts. Damn, that was exciting. “OK, now I want to see some cocks. Get them out.” Her instructions were explicit. The lads quickly pulled out their erect cocks. She signalled them closer, and they stepped up. She repositioned on the bench and grabbed the two nearest and started wanking them. As she proceeded to wank the two cocks in front of her, I watched her breasts jiggle with interest. She wanked them both fast and hard, forcing the two lads to a fast and uncontrolled orgasm each. They both stammered that they were about to cum, and she simply smiled and said, “Yes, you are.” And she continued to wank at speed, even as they shot their loads, causing their spunk to splash everywhere. Mainly over her body. But it also ended up on her face, in her hair, over her arms, across her breasts and across her stockings. She wanked them until there was simply nothing left, except two growing flaccid cocks, spent and exhausted. Now it was the turn of the third lad, the one that had fucked her previously. “Wank your cock for me. Wank in front of me, so I can lick it, smell it and touch it. Cum on my tummy and drip it into my pubes and onto my cunt.” Her instructions were again explicit. He did as asked, moved directly in front of her, wanking himself. She leaned forward and licked it as he wanked. She sucked it. Hard. Then she pushed her boobs together and rubbed them against his cock. And as soon as he looked ready to cum, she sat back and opened her legs, bringing her knees up, exposing her pussy. He started to cum, the first few drops splashing her breast and tummy. He aimed lower and shot the rest of the stream into her pubes, and then into her open pussy. She held isveçbahis yeni giriş it open for effect, catching some. “You’re desperate to fuck my cunt, aren’t you?” she asked, staring at them. “You especially, want it again, don’t you,” she continued at the regular’s face. He smiled, whilst grunting his orgasm. “Yes, I really do, you’re the best fuck I have ever had, ” came his brazen reply. “Well, I think you need to earn it again. Another night, to give you time to make some effort. Maybe some more ideas, eh?” she told him, I was a little puzzled as to what she meant. “I’ll reward you with letting you slide your cock inside me. I know you love fucking me. I’ll tell you a secret. I love feeling your hard cock inside me, and feeling you pump my pussy hard. I actually need to feel you in me again.” She ended the statement directly at the lad, and leaned forward and licked his cock clean. She had also accentuated the your cock comment. We watched the lads wander off, after dressing themselves, and she pulled me over. She kissed me hard, and put my hands on her breasts. I helped her off the sticky bench, and we walked back to the car. As we got in the car, my intrigue about that comment was too much. I indirectly asked what had been meant, in a non-bothered way. “Get your cock out and wank,” she answered, “if I’m going to talk, you’re going to get it out, so I can see what turns you on about what I’m going to say.” She looked down at my cock. And smiled. “You love it don’t you? The thought of another man cumming in me. I remember that day on the log when that older guy came on me and you stuck it in me. The thought of his cum inside me really turned you on. I didn’t expect it, I was kind of shocked, but enjoyed the sudden moment, feeling his cock suddenly in my pussy. I didn’t mind having his cock in me because you liked it so much. And the thought of him spunking inside me really turns you on now, doesn’t it. Your cock is so hard.”She was reading me by watching my reaction. I was clearly erect and pulsing. “And I remember the look on your face, watching the boys here at the bus stop the first time. Its wrong to do all this, but so right, isn’t it?” She asked me. “It’s just so different, and dirty, and horny,” I laughed. “Different how?” she asked, curious. “I never expected to get so turned on doing this. Never expected to want to let you be seen. Watching other guys stick their erections in you, let alone actually spunking in you.” I shuddered at the end bit involuntarily. She wrapped her hand around my cock, slowly pumping it. “It’s kind of odd what we are doing, but watching you get so turned on, as well as getting to see and touch new cocks, is exciting. I fantasised about being seen nude when we used to lay in bed playing, but this is beyond that, so much,” she stated. “I have had a few texts from him, the lad back there. He likes what we do. He even sent me a picture of his cock once. I replied… ” she giggled. She opened up her phone and went to the gallery. Then she scrolled down some way. I saw an image of a cock scroll by. She scrolled back up a bit more on her phone, and there was a photo of her very open pussy, with a dildo in it. I wanked furiously. “How is it gaping so much?” I stammered, close to orgasm. “I frigged myself with a bottle, and then wanted to see what I could get in, and forced some carrots and pens and stuff all in. As in, at the same time. It was a tight fit, but good. Then just came loads.””You sent him that?” I asked, nodding at the photo. “Yes,” she replied and watched my helmet expand in excitement. She giggled. “He also texted a request,” she stated, rubbing her hand over her mound. Her fingers searching for her pussy. Her lip quivered slightly. “He asked whether you would consider a game involving tying me up and letting a few of them use my body.”
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