My profession is quite different from those of most women. Instead of working nine to five, I opt for an evening job. I’m a stripper. I love what I do.

I discovered, at the age of twenty one, that I am an exhibitionist. At the time, I was seeing this really gorgeous hunk, by the name of Barry. We were constantly turned on by each other. The way he looked, smelled, just the way he touched me, would set my pussy on fire.

One time we were walking home from a restaurant. It was a nice evening, and of course I was horny. Right there in the middle of the street, I grabbed Barry’s big cock through his pants. He groaned and pushed me against a parked car.

We were kissing like crazy, feeling each other up. There were a few people passing by, and that turned me on immensely. I wanted to show off. I wanted people to hear my cries of abandon.

Barry kept feeling my ass and pushing his dick against my stomach. I told him to take it out. He stopped and looked at me, just a tad shocked, but I kissed him hard and grabbed his fly. That did the trick. Barry sat back on the car and took his penis out. I sat right on top of him, pushed my skirt up a wee bit, moved my panties aside and impaled myself on his erection. To others, we looked as if we were just sitting there, talking and laughing.

I kept up a slight rhythm by moving gently up and down on his engorged shaft. My skirt was full, so we were well covered, but if anyone had looked closer, they could have figured out what was going on.

I was in heaven! The sounds of the street all around me, the windows of people filled apartments facing us, hearing our passion it was all too much, and I came explosively. Barry enjoyed himself too, and spent his seed deep inside my hot pussy.

Ever since then, I’ve taken every opportunity to show myself off. I wear skimpy clothes, sometimes no panties, and I frequently have sex outdoors. The possibility of getting caught heats me up like nothing else. That’s why I decided to become an erotic dancer. I have the body and looks for it, and hell, the pay is great. Every night I get to play out my erotic fantasies. Sometimes I’m a farm girl in short cutoffs and a tube top, dancing to some country song while I take my clothes off. Other nights I’m a sophisticated lady in a hat and gloves and nothing else.

The best thing about being a stripper is the wolf whistles and catcalls of the men. I know they love the way I strut my stuff just as much as I thoroughly enjoy showing off for them.

One night, after an especially heated dance session, my current boyfriend, Larry, met me in my dressing room backstage. I was down to my G string when he came up behind me. I looked at his sexy reflection in the mirror and could tell he was ready to play.

“Do it, baby,” he whispered. “Turn around and show me what you’re not allowed to show the guys out there.”

He stood back, and I gave him a private striptease. I sat up on the makeup table and pushed my crotch out toward him lewdly. Looking him right in the eyes, I started to touch my pussy through my little panties.

“Oh, take them off,” he moaned.

I whipped them off and kept undulating in front of him. This private dance was getting me very hot, and my pussy was practically dripping. I opened my lips and rubbed myself, showing my private, pink female part to him while he watched intently.

My moans became louder and my stroking more frenzied. I was on display for him and loving it. I had an orgasm that shook my whole body. Larry was so far gone that he pulled his cock out of his pants and fucked me right there on the table. His thrusts were so forceful that we almost broke the mirror behind me, but we managed to calm down and he came, splendidly.

That was the best exhibitionist scene I ever had. But I’m sure, outrageously uninhibited girl that I am, that there will be plenty more!

Ms. F.L., California

As I’m basically a reserved person not given to extremes, I used to read your letters on exhibitionism with a mix of skepticism and fascination. Women dressing daringly to attract male attention, baring breasts and more in public women showing off their sexual expertise with other men with their husbands’ wholehearted approval even women playing with themselves in public situations it was all too, too much. Until, that is, I became something of an exhibitionist myself. And I have Owen to thank for that.

I live in a small apartment complex in Florida, not far from the ocean. All of the apartments overlook a courtyard with a swimming pool. Most of the tenants are young late twenties to mid thirties and single, although we do have some married couples and a few hip retirees. Friendships are formed pretty quickly, as most of the tenants take full advantage of the beautifully landscaped courtyard, spending lots of their leisure time there.

Anyway, about three months ago, I noticed that the apartment directly across from mine was vacant. As there is a waiting list for apartments in the complex, I wasn’t surprised that within days, someone was moving in. And not just any someone, either. The fellow I saw sunning himself on the balcony that weekend was a real hunk. Tall, muscular and nicely tanned, he was handsome enough to be a movie star. I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like in bed.

Although I hadn’t been laid in weeks not since Jerry, my then boyfriend, skipped town with a beach bunny it felt like I’d done without for months. And looking across the courtyard at that divine new tenant made me realize just how much I needed a stiff cock. So, in the days that followed, I went out of my way to “accidentally” bump into the object of my desire, in the courtyard, by the pool, down in the garage, and so on.

He was pleasant enough, never so busy he couldn’t stop and chat awhile but if he thought of me as anything more than a friendly new neighbor, he certainly disguised it well. All my attempts to catch his attention got me was his name, the fact that he worked in public relations, and that he had moved to Florida from New York following his divorce. Even letting the latest issue of Variations stick out over the top of my tote bag failed to elicit the desired response.

As I pondered Owen’s seeming lack of interest in me as a bed partner, it became increasingly clear that drastic action was called for here. I would have to call attention to myself in such a way that he couldn’t possibly help but notice and get turned on. There are a number of young, attractive women at the complex, so I would have to act quickly before he got involved with one of them. My job was to stand out from the pack, so to speak.

The first thing I did was buy a new bathing suit, not a nondescript one piece like my old one, but an eye catching yellow polka dot bikini. I wore it at the pool and on my balcony, taking on a new persona as I strutted around with an air of superiority. My girlfriends wondered what had gotten into me. Marla quiet, self effacing Marla brazenly parading her physical charms? Men, of course, took notice also, among them Owen. His interest had been piqued, and I had only just begun to play with him!

I began sunbathing topless on my balcony, rising from my chair often to fetch this or that, bending way over with my ass pointing toward Owen’s apartment. He was watching. I knew he was. At first discreetly, from behind the drapes of his sliding glass doors, and then more obviously, from the balcony itself. Keep it up, girl, I told myself. You’re getting to him.

Now, at night, I didn’t bother to draw my drapes. I’d move about my apartment in bra and panties or just panties or completely naked leaving just enough light on so Owen could see me clearly. Becoming more brazen, I’d stand behind the sliding glass doors and fondle my breasts, my pussy lubricating freely as I realized that Owen was watching it all through the binoculars I had mailed to him anonymously.

Although I knew I had succeeded in focusing all of his attention on me, I couldn’t understand why he didn’t act. Why didn’t he call me? If he didn’t now know that I was his for the taking, after I’d flaunted my availability in his face, then what more could I do? Did I have to march up to him and ask him point blank to screw me?

Throwing all caution to the wind, I decided to put on a show for Owen that would steam up his binoculars. If this didn’t get a rise out of him, nothing would.

Late one night, with the vibrator in hand that I’d purchased that day, I pushed my leather armchair across the floor until it was facing the doors. The drapes, of course, were open, and the standing lamp off to one side was on as I settled into the chair, throwing my legs up on the armrests. Never before had I felt so delightfully wicked, so totally naked, and knowing that Owen was watching, perhaps even adjusting his binoculars at that very moment, made me all the more excited.

I began slowly, running the humming vibrator over my breasts, then down across my stomach, as I pinched my nipples with my free hand. Then I was stroking my furry mound while sucking sexily on the head of the vibrator, which I eventually brought to my nipples, first one, then the other, making both even more erect. I began to moan softly as my pleasure built, one finger now rubbing my clitoris, now dipping into my soft, syrupy center. “Yes, look what I’m doing,” I said. “I’m playing with my pussy, Owen. And it’s so hot. So very wet.”

Keeping a finger on my clitoris, I began easing the vibrator into my pussy. A few moments later, I was fucking myself with it, working it in and out of my soaking hole while rubbing my passion button vigorously. My moans and grunts grew louder, and through the haze of my excitement, as my orgasm swept me away on a giant wave of pleasure, I heard myself cry out, “Watch, Owen. Watch me!”

As I slowly regained my senses, I stared out through the glass doors and into the blackness beyond, my eyes fixed on Owen’s dark apartment. I waited. Five minutes. . . ten minutes. And then my phone rang.

Obviously excited, Owen all but ordered me over to his place. His cock, he said, was hard, so hard it hurt. And it was going to give me more pleasure than a vibrator ever could. When I asked him why he hadn’t called sooner, he laughed and said he had wanted to see me masturbate. He figured I would get around to that ultimate act of exhibitionism sooner or later. “I read Variations too, you know,” he said.

Ms. M. T., Florida

A whole day to myself! I wanted to get out of the city and flash the whole damn world. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been laid!

I dressed extra jazzy and slipped on my red fuck me pumps. I knew I looked hot and was asking for attention. I ran the brush through my hair, grabbed my purse and was out the door.

My little car parked in the sunshine was beckoning me to slide into its black leather seat, and the feel of it burning my bare legs brought my senses to life. Radio blasting and windows down, I let my hair blow down the highway under a blue ribbon sky. The wind caused the hair on my arms to stand up and my nipples to harden. Even as I drove, a pleasurable ache began in my clit and grew stronger with each vibration from the engine and the bumps in the road.

As I pulled up to a light, I saw there was an older man stopped at the intersection. I had this sudden impulse to lift up my shirt and caress my nipples while looking directly at him. His mouth dropped open and he desperately tried to keep up with me when the light turned green. I slowed slightly and inched my skirt up, but then blew him a kiss and floored it.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that I had lost the guy and now had a pickup with three young guys approaching on my left. They were checking me out, so I flashed them a smile to make their day. And I leaned back so they could see I had a hand down inside my panties, one finger flicking my clit and dipping in and out of my juicy pussy. I could hardly drive, my legs were quivering so much from this crazy adventure!

I decided I was thirsty, so I pulled into the first fast food drive through I saw and ordered a Coke from the guy on the speaker. As he leaned out to tell me how much I owed, he flushed bright red upon seeing my fingers tangled in my blonde bush. He asked if there was anything else he could do for me. I laughed and said, “No thanks,” and drove off.

Looking forward to my next adventure, I continued to drive and stroke myself. I was so horny! Racing along, stroking faster and faster, I was soon moaning as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me. I rode my fingers, bursting with each stroke. I was sweating, my heart racing with pure ecstasy!

All of a sudden, steam was coming out from under my hood. My car had overheated! I couldn’t believe it. I slowed down and pulled over to the side, worrying about how this was going to affect my day.

I put my skirt down and got out of the car to lift the hood. I had to bend down and struggle to get it open. I wasn’t made for this sort of thing.

Fortunately, almost immediately, a man in a tow truck pulled up and asked what the trouble was. Feeling relieved, and forgetting how I must look, I told him that the car had overheated. He laughed, saying how if he were my car, he would overheat too! He put me at ease, and soon we were talking like old friends as he drove along the highway, towing my car to a service station for repair.

He had nice, well defined features and looked as if he were built of iron. He was tan and had gorgeous green eyes with a permanent twinkle in them. A moustache curled around sensuous lips. I found myself fantasizing about him taking me into a deep forest and doing me there.

My hand glided up under my skirt and began stroking my pussy through my panties. When he saw what I was doing, he began helping me. Of course, this drove him crazy and he grew hard in his tight jeans.

His eyes glazed over with lust as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock. I traced his lips with my fingers and ran them through his long, curly hair. Then I kissed his neck and whispered how hot he made me, and didn’t he want me to suck him?

Without a word, he put his hand on my head, pushing it down to his cock. I lightly sucked just the tip, flicking my tongue up and down the hard shaft. He moaned with pleasure, and I felt the truck swerve as he tried to keep control.

“Man, you are one crazy hot bitch!” he said in his raspy, deep voice as he thrust deeper in my mouth. I loved the way he tasted. I sucked him to the brink of his climax before he cried, “That’s it, baby. I can’t take it anymore, I’m pulling over and fucking you right here.” He drove the truck onto the grassy shoulder of the road, then got out and came over to my side and opened the door. He pulled my hips to the edge of the seat and my pussy into his face.

“Oh, you taste so good!” he exclaimed. He licked me lightly, then sucked my clit between his lips. With a mischievous glint in my eyes and his head between my legs, I looked down at him. Our eyes connected, and that was it. I came, squirming wildly, wanting to cream all over his face. He loved it and wouldn’t stop eating me. I begged him to fuck me.

He put my legs up around his neck, then pushed his cock inside me. I was so juicy and hot, and I wiggled my pussy on his cock. I love to fuck back. He started fucking me harder and deeper while hanging onto my ass. I could feel him about to come, and I wanted to come with him.

Looking in my eyes, he said, “Take it, baby, you hot, tight fuck!” And then he began moaning and pumping hot, sticky come inside me. I exploded too, my pussy milking out his juice. It was pure ecstasy! I’d just had the best sex of my life, and I didn’t even know his name!

Ms. K.J., Connecticut

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.