Exhibitionist Wife Omnibus- Revealing Wives

by Heidi Flow

  “Excuse me?” I asked puzzled.

  “Once the cat is out of the bag it won’t go back in, not if it’s got any sense.”

  I nodded. “And once the worms are out of the can they’re not going back.”

  “We can’t go back,” my wife said.

  I sighed. “So where do we go from here?”

  “Forward,” my wife said, finally smiling again.

  “I’m still none the wiser,” I said.

  “It’s easy. We might do something similar again, we might not. It doesn’t matter.”

  “It doesn’t?” I asked.

  “We just carry on with our life. And whatever opportunities come up we either say yes or no, but we always make sure what we do is right for us.”

  “When you say opportunities you mean what happened the other night.”

  My wife grinned. “You’re catching on fast.”

  “Not that fast,” I sighed.

  My wife’s phone bleeped a text message.

  “What is it?” I asked when I saw her worried face.

  “It’s Linda. Robin and her have a proposition they want to put to us at theirs tonight.”

  Chapter Six

  I didn’t feel easy that Linda had refused to even hint at was the proposition she and Robin wanted to put to my wife and I. Never the less we were waiting on their doorstep at the allotted time.

  Robin snatched the door open. “Quick come in,” he ushered us inside. “We don’t have much time. The others will be here soon.”

  “Other’s?” I asked worriedly.

  “Yes. Three guys I’ve been talking to on the internet,” Robin replied.

  My wife looked worried. “Robin, what’s going on?”

  He shut the door. “I’m sorry Linda and I were not particularly upfront with you about tonight?”

  “Who are these men coming over?” I asked. “Do we know them?”

  “No. It’s like I said, just three guys I got talking to on the internet. They’re fellow photographers. Some guys who are interested in art.”

  “The kind of art you do?” my wife asked.

  Robin nodded. “The kind of art you and Linda do.”

  My wife looked shocked and pointed to herself. “Me?”

  “Yes,” Robin said. “They want to take pictures of two females playing together? What do you say?”

  My wife looked bewildered.

  I turned to her. “Well, what do you say?”

  Linda appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a dress which left nothing to the imagination. “They’re willing to pay us four hundred each to put on a show of art as they and my husband call it. She says yes anyway.”

  My wife’s jaw dropped open. “I do?”

  Everybody looked at me. “She does?”

  Linda beckoned my wife. “Quick come upstairs, we need to get you ready.”

  A knock rattled the door. Robin turned to me. “They’re early.”

  Chapter Seven

  There were a few pleasantries as Robin greeted the visitors. They looked a surprisingly different bunch. A man around twenty who seemed thin and shy, a thirty something, anything but shy, who looked like a body builder and a large jolly guy who at a guess I would say was in his early sixties.

  I saw a flash of the cash which was handed over to Robin’s welcoming grasp and then the three males, led by the body builder were making their way upstairs with cameras in hand.

  Robin and I followed them up. I would say they’d known instinctively where to go, but it was quite obvious as the bedroom door which greeted them at the top of the stairs was wide open, and Linda and my wife were totally naked lying on the bed inside.

  “Can we touch?” the overweight sixty something asked.

  “That was part of the deal,” Robin answered him.

  I turned to Robin. “What?”

  Robin shrugged. “If you want to get the big bucks and the girls enjoying themselves then you’ve got to go with the flow.”

  I turned back to the bed where the sixty something guy was pulling my wife’s pussy lips open while pushing a sly finger into her wetness.

  The body building guy made a bee line to Linda and sank more than one finger into her. Neither of the females batted an eye. They were too busy kissing each other, sucking each other’s nipples as the twenty something took pictures.

  The body builder began to unzip his trousers, revealing his manhood. With his fingers still inside Linda he plunged his dick into my wife. The sixty something backed away to join the twenty something in taking pictures.

  After a time the body builder withdrew from my wife and plunged his cock into Linda while his fingers found my wife. Like some kind of game of musical chairs he kept sharing his bare manhood with either female leaving everybody to wonder who he would shoot his load into.

  Ten minutes later the answerer was revealed as he pulled away from my wife so everybody could see the creamy goodness he had filled her up with.

  Finally he picked up his camera and joined the others in taking pictures as my wife and Linda as they fingered each other and licked each other out.

  And then Linda revealed her crowning glory. She pulled on a large strap on and fucked my hot willing wife in front of all the photographers, photographers she ushered over to masturbate over my tired wife when she’d finished shagging her.

  As the last spot of their seed shot over my wife’s breasts the final pictures were taken, flowed by idle chit chat as the photographers bid goodbye.

  My wife and Linda headed off to the bathroom to clean up while Robin and I made drinks downstairs.

  Robin handed me half of the cash.

  “This feels wrong,” I said as I stood with the cash in my hand.

  “It’s doesn’t seem wrong to me,” my wife said as she appeared in the room and snatched the money out of my hand to put it in her pocket.

  Robin laughed.

  Linda appeared and snatched the money out of his hand for herself.

  “I don’t think it’s been a bad night at all,” Linda said. “Have you got anymore planned?” she asked.

  “There’s something in the works for next week,” Robin admitted.

  “Are you up for it?” Linda asked my wife. “Whatever art Robin has planned for us to pose nude for?”

  My wife turned to me.

  I smiled at her. “I’m up for it if you are.”

  The Exhibitionist Wife

  By Heidi Flow © 2018

  Chapter One

  I’ve never been totally at ease with my body. I’m not someone I would call a natural exhibitionist, even if there is such a thing. At one time I was shy, very shy of exposing my naked form to even one pair of eyes in a harsh light, but over a period of time that changed. Time changes such a lot. You start out as one thing, and before you know it you’re the complete opposite of what you thought you were and doing things you never thought you’d do.

  If somebody had told me, even just a few years ago that I would be taking all my clothes off for the appertaining gaze of both men and women and for money, I’d have never believed it, but there you go, like I said, time changes everything.

  I was twenty when I married my husband Barry. It was two years later when illness struck. I’d had no lofty ambitions in life. I’d never gone to college or wanted to attend university. If anything I was glad to get out of the education as quickly as I possible. I was not one for mixing with people, even at school. I guess you could put that down to lack of confidence.

  When I met Barry I was working in a supermarket on a till. It was hardly glamorous work but the pay and the hours suited me, even if some of the ignorant customers and the managers did not. I was never one to complain, I just got on with it. There were ups and downs like any job, but on the whole things sailed along peacefully enough. Until that is, three months after I’d been going out with Barry, when he decided to pay me a surprise visit at the store.

  I began to blush as I saw Barry enter the que for my checkout, but it wasn’t jus
t because of Barry I got all flustered, in front of him was a difficult customer who we all dreaded and had been rude to me in the past.

  It was with baited breath that I began to serve this infamous rude customer.

  “Would you like any help with your packing?” I asked him. It was a standard request we had to ask all our customers, but I knew as soon as the words left my mouth, his reply would be anything but the standard reply of any decent human being. It never was.

  “What do you mean do I need any help? Do I look like some kind of invalid or a moron?”

  I choose to ignore his questions.

  “Speak up girl. I asked you a question. Do you think I look like an invalid or a moron?”

  “The lady is too polite to answer, but I’m not so polite. I can give you the answer. You look like a moron and act like one as well,” Barry calmly said.

  “How dare you.” The ignorant man spun around to confront Barry. Barry was as calm as ever as he stood his ground. “Oh I dare. But how dare you be so rude and ignorant to such a charming and polite young lady.”

  The ignorant man spun back around to me and pointed. “What, this thing?”

  Barry didn’t answer the ignorant man and the ignorant man didn’t get a chance to spin back around to confront Barry. Instead Barry lifted him up by his blazer lapels and sent him flying into the fruit and vegetable isle.

  The store manager came storming over. “What’s going on?”

  “This young lady has been verbally assaulted by that man over there,” Barry said, pointing to the ignorant man who was brushing cabbage leaves and brussel sprouts off himself.

  “You assaulted me sir,” the ignorant man shouted.

  “You owe this young lady an apology,” Barry said.

  “Just leave it Barry,” I said doing my best to defuse the situation which was as stupid as it was as hopeless, when the situation had already detonated.

  “Do you know this man? Is this your doing?” the manager shouted at me.

  “This is not her doing and yes she does know me,” Barry answered for me.

  The manager ignored him and carried on shouting at me. “I’ll see you’re punished for this. You’re for the high jump.”

  But I wasn’t the first one for the high jump. Well, it was more of a high throw, as Barry picked the manager up and threw him into the fruit and vegetable isle, knocking down the ignorant man back into the cabbages and brussel sprouts.

  “You’ll be fired for this,” the manager screamed.

  “No need, she quits,” Barry said as he took my hand.

  “I do?”

  Barry smiled and nodded. “You do.”

  “Somebody send for the police,” the manager shouted, but the staff having such a dislike for him, as well as the ignorant man, were quite happy to let the situation play out without any intervention.

  “Come on, we’d better leave,” Barry said as he quickly led me outside to his car.

  “Do you think you’ll get in trouble?” I asked.

  He smiled. “Who cares? You’re worth it.”

  “But I’m out of a job.”

  “Yes, that’s true, but you can always get another job. You can’t always get another husband.”

  “What do you mean? Husband?”

  “What I mean is, I’m asking you to marry me. That way you don’t need any piddling job. I can provide for the both of us. So what do you say?”

  “Say?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  “I?”

  “Just say I do.”

  “I do?”

  He nodded. “I do.”

  I began to grin like a Cheshire cat then I threw my arms around him.

  “I do.”

  Chapter Two

  Barry and I settled down into domestic bliss. We planned to have a family, oh how we both planned. We had it all mapped out, two boys and two girls. But like a lot of the things we all wish for, it just wasn’t meant to be.

  It was while I was undergoing tests to see why I wasn’t getting pregnant that my illness showed up. I had treatment, lifesaving treatment, but I was never going to have children because of it. The day when we found out a little of both Barry and I died. We did toy with the idea of adopting for a while, but we were never really serious about it, not like we were serious about having our own children. Soon we stopped talking about it at all. It wasn’t that we were sweeping the matter under the rug. As far as we were both concerned we had accepted it. We both had our lives to lead and it was time to move on and lead them.

  For a while I talked to Barry about me getting a part time job, but Barry wouldn’t hear of it. He’s quite old fashioned in a lot of his ways. Some people might call him a dinosaur, but if he is a dinosaur he’s my dinosaur and that suits me just fine. His heart is in the right place and he means well, even if sometimes meaning well, just isn’t enough.

  I went through quite a dark period where Barry’s cheerful good nature just grated on my nerves. I was outright nasty to him, not physically but certainly verbally which is just as bad, sometimes I think it’s even worse.

  Of course Barry was just his usual understanding self. “It’s just your depression talking,” he said.

  “Is it?” I would reply sharply.

  “You can get through this,” he said.

  “Of course I can,” I sarcastically reply.

  “We can get through this,” he’d say next, stressing the we part.

  “We’re a team. And a team can get through anything together.”

  But that was the problem. At that point I didn’t want to be part of a team. I didn’t know what I wanted for sure. But after some careful thought I knew what I needed. I needed to be me, whoever that was.

  I needed my own space and my own money. No matter how Barry wouldn’t hear of it, I decided I would have to get that part time job after all. It was the only chance I stood of keeping a little of my sanity and keeping Barry and my marriage together.

  “I’ve been looking for a part time job,” I told him one night when he returned home from work.

  “Okay,” he said as he sat looking at the meal I’d prepared him. I couldn’t read his expression, his face was a total blank, but I knew he wouldn’t be pleased.

  “I know we’ve talked about it and I know you said there’s no need, but I feel there is a need,” I said.

  “We’re managing quite fine as we are. My wage is more than enough for the both of us.”

  “I’m not saying it isn’t.”

  “We’re quite lucky.”

  “Then why don’t I feel lucky?”

  A long silence followed.

  It was me who finally broke the silence. “I just think I need to get out of these four walls a little, meet some new people. I’m beginning to think looking at these same walls all day long might be driving me stir crazy.”

  Barry solemnly nodded. It was his way of agreeing, but not agreeing.

  The following day I looked for around for a job. A quick search of the internet and I came across and job I thought might suit me. It was a job as a secretary in a small office less than a mile away. It seemed reasonable enough pay for the hours available. I would be needed one full day and three mornings. It seemed ideal. But that’s the catch, things that seem so ideal very rarely are.

  I suppose I should have spotted the warning signs at the interview. I probably did, but I desperately wanted to prove that I was something more than a housewife. I wanted to prove I could do something and having a job, just a simple, mundane little job, would go some of the way to justifying my existence.

  Mr Sheridan was a forthright person. A little too forthright.

  “You’ve not held had a job in some years. That’s quite unusual. Can you tell me why?”

  “I’ve been a housewife.”

  “A housewife? That’s also unusual in this day and age.”

  “It was something which suited for a time,” I replied.

  “And now that time has passed? Is your marriage in tr
ouble?”

  “No, my marriage is fine.”

  “Money troubles?”

  “No, no money troubles. I just wanted to find myself a job.”

  He sat staring at me. His fat piggy body wedged behind his desk while his beady eyes burned right through me.

  “Do you have any children?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “That’s good,” he said coldly. “Children can be a major pain, my own and my employee’s. There’s nothing worse to me than someone I’m relying on, ringing me up ten minutes before they’re due into work and telling me they can’t come in because their screaming brat is ill.”

  “Well that’s not going to be a problem to me,” I said, wishing even more that I did have the joy of a child in my life.

  “And you’re not thinking of having any children in the near or mid future?”

  “No,” I said, sadly shaking my head.

  “Good,” he said coldly and outstretched his hand. “Welcome aboard.”

  Chapter Three

  I started work the morning after. The work itself wasn’t hard in itself, but the amount of work and Mr Sheridan’s attitude was. I was due to leave work at twelve but there was not a chance that would be the case with the workload I was given. It was pretty obvious to me even on that first morning that Mr Sheridan was a boss who wanted me to work the full day, but only pay for me for a mornings work.

  I ended up leaving at two after doing two hours unpaid overtime, but leaving a couple of hours work not finished.

  Needless to say Mr Sheridan was not pleased when I returned to work.

  “If I give you work I expect that work to be finished, not left without care or explanation.”

  “I worked two hours unpaid overtime Mr Sheridan. The volume of work was just too much.”

  His face raged bright red. “Too much?”

  “Yes. I wasn’t able to tell you I wouldn’t be able to finish, as you’d left the office before eleven and didn’t return.”