Tammy and I have been married seven years, the last five of which have been very satisfying to both of us, although, admittedly, unique. Tammy, you see, has developed into quite a blatant exhibitionist, and I’ve become a devoted voyeur. As a result, we are a very happy couple.
When I first met, Tammy it was apparent that she enjoyed showing off her body. She seldom wore bras, and her swimsuits consisted of nothing more than a few scraps of well packed material. In fact, I met her at the beach, and during that first afternoon I talked her into removing her top to allow me to rub suntan oil on her back more easily. She has very large breasts, so when she lay there on her stomach, everything except her nipples was exposed something that clearly turned her on. We ended up fucking in the backseat of my car that afternoon, and whenever anyone walked by and noticed what we were doing, Tammy became more aroused than when we weren’t being observed.
She gave me her phone number, and I called her that evening. We talked about what it had been like to consummate our relationship in public like that, and she admitted how much it turned her on to show off her body. I told her how much I love seeing a woman doing that and in a matter of a few months, after several exciting exhibitionistic adventures, we were married.
For the first couple of years, everything continued as it had begun. Tammy showed off her body, and I delighted in observing her do it. We frequently fucked in public places, both of us relishing the heady thrill of possible discovery. Then one day an event took place that changed our lives quite dramatically.
All afternoon, we had been on the beach. Tammy was wearing a white swimsuit, and she had cut out the lining, so the areolas around her nipples were clearly exposed. We’d also shaved her pussy, so if anyone stared hard enough, the lips of her smooth, bare cunt could also be seen through her bikini bottoms.
As usual, Tammy had attracted a crowd of men and was enjoying the attention. Whenever she came out of the water, returning to the blanket we were sitting on, she would remove her top and lie on her stomach. Throughout the day, she rose off the blanket fairly often, on some pretext or other, making sure whoever wanted to see her tits could certainly do so. It was incredibly exciting, and more than once I caught Tammy discreetly masturbating, her hand beneath her body and at least partially concealed from her audience.
“How would you like me to take you somewhere where you could do that in front of other men while they did the same thing to themselves?” I asked her.
“I’d love it, naturally,” she replied immediately. “Where? Can we?” she asked excitedly.
I told her about an adult film theater I used to visit. “It’s very dark and in a fairly nice neighborhood, so I think we’d be quite safe. Everyone in the theater seems to go there to masturbate,” I continued. “We could go there tonight, if you’d like.” As I knew she would, she agreed, and we left the beach to go home and prepare for a new adventure.
We went to the theater that evening, and it was as exciting as I had expected it to be for both of us. We sat next to the wall, where no one could touch Tammy, and both of us masturbated in full view of the men who watched us. Tammy pulled up her skirt, allowing the men in front of her and behind her to see what she was doing, and she had a multitude of orgasms, particularly when the men around her began encouraging her. It was wonderful, and we fucked for hours at home that evening.
Over the years, we’ve managed to meet some other free spirited couples and have been to several swing parties. While I naturally enjoyed the attentions of other women, for me the most exciting part of these evenings was being able to observe Tammy with other men and, on occasion, other women as well. She’s the most exhilarating sexual creature ever created, and watching her in action has become an obsession for me. We still swing, once in a while, but our favorite activity today is sex with strangers in movie theaters.
On Saturday, for example, we visited our favorite theater. We’ve been there many times, and the management knows us and is aware of what we do in the theater. The men who run the place don’t mind, however, and perhaps they even think she’s good for their business.
We entered the theater and moved to an aisle occupied by only one man. He was sitting next to the wall by himself, generally a sure sign of a masturbator. We entered his row and sat down next to the aisle, with two seats between him and Tammy. Then we waited.
For a while, as our eyes became accustomed to the darkness, nothing happened. Then Tammy moved her hands to her lap, continuing to look straight ahead. Ever so slowly, she began to masturbate through her skirt, her movements barely perceptible. I glanced quickly at the man next to the wall and was pleased to see that he had resumed jerking off, discreetly but enough to be detected. I whispered to Tammy that he was playing with himself again. Excited, she sighed and slowly raised her skirt above her knees exposing her panties. Then she began stroking herself again.
Ever so slowly, the man moved one seat closer to Tammy. By now some men had moved in front of us and were turning around to observe my wife’s activities. The man one seat over decided to become more blatant and took his cock out of his trousers, jerking it so Tammy could see it. She turned to look at it, then at him, and smiled encouragingly.
“Spread your legs,” I whispered, and she did, bunching her dress up around her waist, rubbing the nylon material against her wet clitoris and making little sloshing sounds as she moaned softly, clearly very excited.
The man lowered the seat next to Tammy, carefully watching her for a signal that he was going too far. When Tammy continued masturbating, the man slid into the seat next to her. She moaned and pressed her knee against his. He nervously looked at me, and I nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead.
When his hand finally touched my wife’s thigh, she hissed, “Oh, yes!” and moved closer to him. His hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh until it rested against her masturbating fingers.
“Can he finger me?” she asked.
“Sure, baby,” I answered, my own cock rock hard, as I slowly caressed myself.
My wife took the man’s hand and placed it on her pussy, then reached over and began masturbating him. He turned toward her and slid his fingers underneath her panties, whispering instructions to Tammy as she jerked him off. The men in the row in front of Tammy were now completely turned around in their seats and mumbling compliments.
“Touch me,” she said, and one of the men reached out and began running his hand up her thigh. Tammy groaned and spread her legs wider, but her panties were restricting her movements, so I suggested she take them off. She removed her hand from the man next to her, quickly stripped off her bikini panties and gave them to me. The light from the screen made her skin glow, and her wetness made her cunt glisten. The man resumed finger fucking her again, and the sloshing sounds from their activities were very audible, exciting everyone around me.
Here, big boy, take off my belt, Tammy gasped at me, and I removed the belt holding her dress tight against her waist. When she had given it to me, she told the man fingering her that he could raise her dress even more. While he was doing that, one of the men in front of us began fondling Tammy, wiping the juice from her cunt all over her bare pussy. Tammy was inflamed, and with her dress raised like that, she was totally naked and exposed.
“Like my titties, boys?” Tammy whispered, her nipples proudly erect, her white tits and hard, firm belly in full view of her admiring male audience, eagerly nodding. She had never looked more beautiful, and I had never been more proud of her.
Tammy resumed masturbating the man next to her while allowing the men in front of her to play with her thighs, her belly, and even her breasts. The man finger fucking her increased his pace, clearly on the verge of an orgasm himself. When he finally cried out that he was coming, Tammy joined him, gasping and moaning, pumping her body against his fingers and the exploring hands of the men in front of us.
My wife took her hand off the man next to her and lowered her dress as he cleaned himself up. He left, and Tammy said she had to go to the toilet, but before leaving, she told the men around us that we’d be back. We walked up to the bathrooms, and I stood guard outside the door while Tammy went in and cleaned up. When she came out of the ladies’ room, one of the owners, Phil, asked us how it was going.
“As usual, she’s a hit again,” I said. He asked her if she had time for a quickie, and Tammy said she always had time for a quickie. We went back to his office, and Tammy took off her dress.
“What would you like today?” she asked, touching herself.
Phil unzipped his pants and took out his erect cock. “Why don’t you sit on this?” he asked as he sat down in a chair. Tammy walked over to him and handed him a rubber from her purse. Even before he got it on, she straddled him, and then, with her arms around his neck, she let him slide his dick inside her. I took out my cock and, still not ready to come, masturbated while he fucked her. I like to wait until we’re almost ready to leave for the day. That’s when Tammy is always hottest and when she has her biggest orgasms. I like to join her in coming then, so while she fucked Phil, I had to frequently stop jerking off and just watch.
Finally they finished fucking, and my wife got off Phil’ s lap, giggling. “What?” I asked.
“Now I have to go clean up again,” she said, putting on her dress. “I’ll be just a moment.” She went into the ladies’ room once more, while Phil thanked me for again allowing him to enjoy the pleasures of my wife.
“I enjoy watching as much as she enjoys doing,” I said. Phil shook his head, smiled and said, “You folks are really something.” Tammy returned, and we slowly headed back down the aisle.
I love you, baby,” she said, and she squeezed my hand, telling me how hot she still was. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said she wanted to blow somebody and to maybe even take her dress completely off in front of everyone. I told her it sounded really brazen and wild.
We returned to the row we had been sitting in before, only this time we moved across the aisle, behind some new men. Tammy began masturbating immediately, causing one man in front of us to come. Then I noticed that the men who had been sitting in front of Tammy before were moving across the aisle to sit in front of her again, creating a nice little crowd.
“You have a fan club,” I teased.
“Wait until they see me this time,” she answered as a man moved into our aisle and sat next to her. “I’m so hot, I just have to suck a cock. How about yours, honey? Do you mind?” she asked.
“Of course not,” I answered, and she pivoted, unzipped my fly, and took out my cock. I was already fairly erect when Tammy leaned over and took me in her mouth.
“Oh, no, look, she’s sucking off that guy,” one of the men in front of us said, incredulous. Then another man moved into the aisle and sat next to us. He, too, took out his cock and began masturbating, gently stroking the hair on the back of Tammy’ s head as she blew me. Tammy looked up, saw the new man’s cock inches from her face and moaned loudly, then resumed her fine sucking action.
It was incredible, and it was all I could do to keep from coming. My stomach was churning with lust, and I wanted to come so badly, but Tammy had mentioned taking off her dress completely, and I wanted to wait and see her do that. If she did it, it would be a new plateau in our sex adventures. I knew that the moment her dress came off, she’d come, and I wanted to share it with her by joining her in a mutual climax. We often try to do that during our adventures, and it heightens the experience of these scenes.
Tammy now whispered to me that she was going to move into the row in front of us. On her way out, she leaned down and squeezed the hard cock of the guy sitting there, then moved in between the two men in front of us.
The man in our aisle moved next to me and said, You have the most fantastic woman I have ever seen. Where did you find her? I explained that she was my wife and told him about our having done this sort of thing for years, bragging a bit that Tammy also occasionally likes to perform with women.
She s wonderful, the man said, clearly envious of me. He seemed like a nice guy, so I asked him if he d like to have some fun with her.
Sure. What do you want me to do?
He was sitting directly behind Tammy, and I told him to touch her tits. He leaned forward, and so did I, observing them. By now, one of the men in front of us was on the floor, eating my wife. Tammy had her legs over his shoulders, and she was jerking off the other man next to her. The man next to me began stroking her tits, and she moaned softly, obviously enjoying the ministrations of the man on the floor between her legs. Take off her belt, I instructed. Tammy had put it back on before going to the bathroom. The man next to me did as I requested. I noticed that he was kissing Tammy on the neck and ear, whispering to her how wonderful she was. She answered that he should help her out of her dress.
I heard her tell him, Pull the sleeve off my arm, and the man did it. Tammy quickly slipped her arm out, and he pulled the dress over her head. She was totally naked, lying down on the seat, being eaten by a stranger.
You re beautiful, I said, as did the others around us. She looked radiant in the dim light from the movie, and when her body stiffened and she held her breath, I knew she was going to explode. All of us were masturbating.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed, so loudly, everyone in the theater could hear her. I came simultaneously all of us came at the same time.
For a while, Tammy’s body continued to twitch involuntarily, little jolts of pleasure stimulating her on the way down from her glorious high. Finally she said, “No more, no more, please,” to the man eating her, and he got up off the floor, slumping into the seat next to her.
Tammy put her dress back on and asked the man next to her if he’d had a good time.
“You’re extraordinary,” the man whispered. He told me he’d seen us in the theater one other time, in the evening.
“You must be very proud of her,” he went on, and I told him I was. He seemed to be an exceptionally clean cut young man, so I asked him if he’d like to swing with us sometime. He said he’d love it a lot, and we exchanged telephone numbers.
Tammy sat on my lap while I put her belt back around her waist. “This is Alan,” I said, introducing her to the man next to us. “I’ve invited him over sometime. Okay?”
My wife looked at him and said, “I’d love it. Call us.” I thought the man was going to faint from just thinking about the possibilities presented to him.
Finally we left the theater and headed back home. Tammy said she loved what she’d done and, as usual, again asked me if I “minded having such a hot wife.” As usual, I told her that not only did I not mind, I loved it. I related Alan’s comments to me about her, about how proud I must be to have such an uninhibited wife and I told her I was truly proud of her, which I am.
I do recognize that we are a unique couple. Happiness, however, comes in many forms. For some, it depends upon the strictest form of monogamy. For others, affairs or open marriages seem to work. For Tammy and me, our own special blend of exhibitionism and voyeurism is a perfect arrangement.