Bad Things In Public: A Tale of Exhibitionism and Humiliation

by Lacey Starlove

  Bad Things In Public

  A Tale of Exhibitionism and Humiliation

  By Lacey Starlove

  Copyright © 2016 by Lacey Starlove

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except as provided by United States copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are at least eighteen years of age.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 1

  John watched his wife Ashley getting ready in front of the mirror. She was wearing a dress. Not just a dress, a sexy dress. Nothing near as provocative as some of the young ladies wore out to the clubs these days, John thought, but for Ashley it was practically scandalous.

  The dress was a bright shade of blue. The straps tied around the neck, but other than that, the dress was completely open in the back. From what John could tell, undoing that fragile knot at the back of the neck would cause the entire top, possibly the entire dress, to fall down in one swift movement. He looked forward to trying that out after she got back.

  The thin material hung lightly on her breasts, and the way they jiggled at the slightest movement made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It showed an average amount of cleavage for an evening dress, John supposed, but Ashley never showed cleavage...ever. Maybe he was getting his birthday wish after all!

  John and Ashley had met in high school. They hit it off immediately, and before long, they were a couple, and inseparable. They were so in love that they insisted on going to the same college so they could remain together, despite their respective friends suggesting to them that they should experience college untethered or they would eventually regret it.

  Ashley had always been conservative when it came to issues of sex and nudity, the result of being raised in a strict, religious household, but when they started college, and she got away from her parents for the first time, she at least started to loosen up a little.

  She began dressing less like a nun, and more like other girls her age. And for the first time, she wasn’t afraid to let John see how often she wanted sex. They fucked every day, sometimes more.

  But then they graduated, got jobs, got married, and had a couple of kids. The wardrobe of the college girl discovering herself was quickly replaced by that of the soccer mom. Now he was lucky if they had sex once a month. And they never fucked anymore, they only “made love.”

  “This is how adults do it,” she said, when he pointed out the changes that had taken place in their sexual liaisons over the years. “We’re not in our 20s anymore, dear.”

  Or anytime he suggested doing anything even remotely kinky... “I’m somebody’s mother now for heaven’s sake!” she would say, or “I’m a schoolteacher!” or “that’s not a proper act for a lady,” or a million other similar excuses about why what he was suggesting was wildly inappropriate.

  John didn’t complain much, though. She was a wonderful woman and great with their children. Her kindness and motherly instincts were part of the reason he had fallen so deeply in love with her. And even with work, and being a parent, and everything else in life, she had still managed to take great care of herself, and looked as vibrant and youthful now, in her mid-thirties, as she had when he met her. Not to mention she was hot as fuck!

  Besides, in a way, her innocence and conservatism just made the sex they did have that much more satisfying. She did still give him blowjobs occasionally, which he was thankful for, and as much as they felt good, watching her do it drove him wild. The way she acted in public, he supposed that her co-workers couldn’t even imagine her with a cock in her mouth.

  Still, he didn’t want to go his whole life having the receival of a BJ being the kinkiest sex act he’d ever engaged in. So when his birthday had come a couple months ago, and his wife instructed him to make a secret wish as he blew out the candles on the cake she had baked for him, he wished only one thing. “I wish my wife would just be...naughtier.”

  Nothing had changed after that, of course, but staring at his wife now, in this blue dress, he mused that perhaps the birthday wish fairies had just been backlogged a bit.

  She turned around and faced him. “How do I look?” she asked nervously.

  “Absolutely amazing,” he said. She beamed that wonderful smile of hers.

  “Thank you dear,” she said warmly. She walked up to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. “I love you,” she said.

  “I love you, too,” John replied and smiled. They stared at each for a few loving moments, then she broke the embrace and headed for the door.

  “I’ll only be out a few hours. We’re just gonna get dinner and drinks, like usual,” she said.

  “Okay, have a good time,” John told her as she left.

  “Girls’ night out” with her friends had become a weekly routine as of late. He knew most men would be deeply concerned if their wives started going out more frequently and dressing sexier. But Ashley wasn’t like most women. Her conservative beliefs would prevent her from even thinking about the slightest transgression. And even without those, he knew she could be trusted, more than just about any other person on Earth.

  Besides, he knew what it felt like to be on the other side of those accusations. He had been going to “guys only” nights with his buddies for years now. It used to cause huge arguments between them. Mainly because Ashley was so jealous. She was sure the “no wives allowed” rule must be because they were up to no good, but in reality, it was just to get some healthy time apart from their spouses, and they mostly just played cards or watched sports or other TV. Mostly.

  There were occasional times, such as when it was one of the guys’ birthdays, where one of them would hire a stripper to entertain the group. Or times when they would go out to the bar and John would get hit on. But even on these occasions, John would always excuse himself from the situation, to the incessant teasing and jeers from his friends of course.

  But John’s honor was important to him. He had made a vow and intended to keep it, and had no right to expect his wife to do the same if he wouldn’t. Also, he never had to fear getting caught or keeping track of lies, and he enjoyed having that peace of mind. Once Ashley had started going out on her own “no spouses allowed” outings, John had first thought that she deserved a taste of her own medicine, and that he should give her the same amount of grief that she had given him. But in the end, he decided he would be the bigger person and be nothing but supportive instead. Besides, it had been months she had tried to argue with him about it, so he figured maybe her good behavior had earned her a reprieve.

  John pondered what he wanted to do for the next few hours. The kids were staying with their grandparents in Maine for the summer, so he had the house to himself. In the end, he just plopped down in front of the TV for the next hour or so until he realized he was hungry.

  He had originally intended to cook that night, but now that the moment arrived, he realized he wasn’t in the mood. He also realized he felt like getting out of the house for a bit, so decided he would take a drive downtown to his favorite pizza joint and pick something up before his wife got back.

  After placing the order, and making the twenty minute drive, John found a lot that wasn’t full yet and parked. As he was walking out of the lot, something familiar caught the corner of his eye. It was his wif
e’s car!

  “Well, isn’t that a coincidence?” he thought, and wondered which of the restaurants her and her friends were dining at. He was about to call her and make some joke about stalking her, but then he spotted one her friends standing outside one of the clubs, smoking a cigarette. He put his phone away, and raised his hand up to wave to her as he crossed the street, but she didn’t see him and finished her cigarette and walked back inside.

  By the time he made it inside, he had already lost her in the crowd. The club was dark, and loud. He thought it was an odd place for them to choose for after-dinner drinks. It was a place for dancing, not chatting with your friends. He doubted it was even possible to hold a conversation over the volume of the music.

  He made his way through the dense crowd, scanning for familiar faces. He again spotted his wife’s friend that he had seen outside, but as soon as he saw her, a knot formed in his stomach before his brain registered what was wrong. The woman was dancing with a man. He knew for a fact that the woman was married and, more importantly, that the man she was dancing with was not her husband. And, of course, they weren’t ballroom dancing or doing the shuffle. They were at a nightclub, and they were dancing like people dance at a nightclub.

  His first thought was to call the woman’s husband immediately and let him know what his wife was up to. But that thought was quickly pushed out by another - “what is my wife up to at the moment?”

  He continued scanning the club, this time taking great care to stay in the shadows and out of sight. He finally spotted Ashley, and he let out a great sigh of relief. She was sitting at the bar with one of her friends, while they shouted in each other’s ears, trying to talk above the music.

  He started to calm down a bit. “Okay,” he thought. “My friends get into trouble too, and it doesn’t mean I’m doing those things, so I can’t blame Ashley for the sins of her friends.”

  Then he saw a man approach his wife. He said something to the two ladies and they laughed. Then he said something else and he reached his hand out to Ashley as an invitation to help her off her stool.

  John smiled. He realized he had never seen his wife have to reject the advances of another man, as he was always by her side when they were together. But what happened next turned his veins to ice and made him sick to his stomach.

  Ashley didn’t reject the man’s advances. Instead, she smiled, took him by the hand, rose from her seat, and let the man guide her to the dance floor. John tried to decipher the look on her face. It was one of...pure excitement, he realized.

  They began dancing separately at first, but close to one another. Then suddenly, the man grabbed her by the waist and pulled her violently towards himself, until she was pressed up hard against him. Her tits were rubbing lewdly against his muscular chest, their crotches lightly touching.

  John’s anger seethed, and he balled a fist, ready to take this guy out. He looked strong, but John was stronger. And despite his wife’s actions, he wasn’t about to let some douchebag get away with violently forcing anything on her against her will.

  But what he saw crushed him. There was not a look of anger or fear on his wife’s face. It was nothing but a look of lust and ecstasy. And when the man reached around her with both hands, grabbed as much of her luscious ass as he could, and pulled her groin directly onto his, her nearly shut eyes and deadly serious mouth let John know that she was more turned on right now than she had ever been in her life. More turned on than she had ever been with him.

  In this position, Ashley and the stranger gyrated to the music. The outline of the man’s giant erection bulged from his trousers, and with each beat John saw it rubbing hard through the thin fabric of the blue dress into the slit of his wife’s cunt. His wife was humping back just as hard, rubbing her clit up and down the man’s pole, in rhythm with the music.

  Then the man swung her around, and they continued fucking with their clothes on, grinding into her ass while several other couples did the same around them, and the large crowd surrounding the dance floor watched.

  John had had enough. He started to move to approach them again, then stopped. His reckless anger was turning into something else - a fierce coldness, more sinister, but also more rational. What was he going to do? Go up to her and start yelling? She wouldn’t even be able to hear him over the music. Then what?

  “No,” he thought, and he turned around to head back outside and back towards his car. “I have to figure this out. She needs to be punished.”

  Chapter 2

  Ashley drove back to her home. She thought about what she had just done that evening and could barely believe it. It was farther than she had ever gone. How far was she going to go next week?

  She knew the answer. Knew what she would do if she went out one more time. Taking a deep breath, she resolutely decided she can’t do this again. She will stop hanging out with this group of friends and will be completely faithful to her husband for the rest of her life, just as she had been her whole life until recently.

  She pulled into the driveway. When she entered the house she found her husband, John, sitting in the living room, in the dark, and was instantly frightened. The ice in his voice frightened her even more. He commanded her to sit on the couch across from him. He asked where she was. She tried to lie.

  He screamed at her, “don’t lie to me you fucking bitch!”

  She was terrified now. He had never screamed at her like that before and never called her that name before.

  “He knew I was at the club,” she thought. “But maybe that’s all he knows. Maybe…”

  “I saw you,” he said nastily. Then he explained what had happened. And just like that, Ashley lost all hope.She had been caught. Her life was ruined forever and she had no one to blame but herself.

  “You know I have to divorce you now, right?” he said without a hint of sympathy.

  Logically, she knew this was coming, but hearing the words made it suddenly, harshly, all too real. She lost it. She sobbed uncontrollably. She was trying so hard to talk, to apologize, to say anything out of pure desperation, but she was crying too hard. If it weren’t for her inability to speak she would have hardly been aware she was crying - the pain was too overwhelming to notice anything else. Finally, she forced the words out through the sobs.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh God John, I’m so, so sorry! Please don’t! Oh God, please don’t, I’m so sorry!”

  John stood up from the chair and stood over her. She continued sobbing into her hands.

  “Look up at me,” he commanded.

  She did as he asked, and as he witnessed the mask of unbelievable pain that was his wife’s face, his love for her was able to creep through cracks in his wall of anger, and for the first time tonight he felt a small stab of sympathy for her, but he tried not to let it show.

  “I’ve been thinking about this,” he told her. “There’s only one way, one drastic way, I could think of that might earn you back a sliver of the trust you completely lost, and make me consider not divorcing you.”

  Her eyes lit up. She was desperate to cling onto any small ray of hope she could find. “Yes! Yes, please! Anything! I’ll do anything!”

  “That’s exactly right,” he responded cryptically. “You will do anything.”

  “What?” she asked sheepishly, “I...I don’t understand…”

  “You will give me your unwavering loyalty. That is the only way you can earn my trust back, by showing me exactly how much this marriage means to you, and what you’re willing to do to save it. For the next 24 hours, you are going to be my slave. You will utterly submit to me. You will do anything I tell you to do. And I mean anything. I can’t stress that part enough. Or, I file for divorce tomorrow. It’s your choice.”

  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. What was he talking about? What would he have her do? She was afraid of the possibilities of agreeing, but she was more afraid of the certain consequence of saying no.

  “Okay…” she managed to squeak out.


  His movement was terrifyingly quick. Before she could register what was happening, his hand was around her throat. He held her firmly in her place, and it was hard to breathe. He brought his face down to hers and looked into her eyes with a deadly stare. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

  “Now you listen here,” he said, with menace in his voice. “I want you to be sure what you’re agreeing to. Don’t think I’m just going to have you fetch the newspaper and fluff my pillows. I’m going to own you. I’m going to think about how you betrayed me and I’m going to degrade and humiliate you.”

  She was terrified. But there was also something else. She realized her pussy was on fire.

  “Also,” her husband continued, “from now on, you will address me as ‘sir’ when I speak to you. Now then, are you willing to do what it takes to save our marriage? Are you going to be my property for the next 24 hours? I want an unambiguous answer.”

  She was breathing incredibly rapidly. She could feel her wetness dripping from between her legs. She was sure. She was absolutely sure. She looked at him with resolute eyes and answered confidently. “Yes, sir. I will do anything you command of me, sir. I promise.”

  For the first time tonight, he smiled at her. But it was a wicked smile. He took his hand away from her throat.

  “Good,” was all he said. Then he began rummaging through a large, black, plastic bag that had been sitting next to the chair.

  “What’s...in the bag?” Ashley asked in a small voice.

  “Oh, just some things I picked up while I was planning your punishment. You know, there are some really interesting shops in the seedy part of downtown.”

  He began pulling a chain, with a leather handle at the end, from the bag. Ashley felt a rush of fear. Once he pulled it all the way out, she could see there was a leather collar attached to the other end.