Exhibitionist Wife Omnibus- Revealing Wives

by Heidi Flow

  In the end the bed was soaked and I was exhausted.

  After resting for a time I stood up and set about changing the bed covers. I stayed naked all the time I went about my chores and my neighbour across the road watched every second of it.

  I finally dressed an hour before my husband returned home. My guilt was still there but I kept brushing it away.

  When my husband returned home we made the usual small talk. It was the same old routine. It was comfortable, it was good. And I had the added bonus that I would be indulging in nude cleaning and seeing Lisa again the next day.

  Chapter Eight

  Lisa looked really pleased to see me. “You came back then.”

  “Of course I did.” This time I didn’t bother to strip in the bathroom. I did it there and then in front of the equally naked Lisa.

  “Someone eager for work, that’s what I like to see,” Lisa said.

  “It’s a labour of love,” I replied and smiled.

  “It’s amazing how ones confidence grows when the clothes come off isn’t it? I mean, you would think it would be the other way around, but it isn’t, at least not for me. Instead of feeling vulnerable and my confidence shrinking on losing my clothes, it grows, it towers above me. I think it’s the same with you.”

  I blushed. “Maybe.”

  “There’s no maybe about it.”

  The doorbell rang.

  “Don’t worry; I’m not going to ask you to answer it. I’ll get it,” Lisa said.

  “Like that?”

  “Well I’m hardly going to jump up out of my wheelchair and walk now am I?”

  “I meant you being naked.”

  “Don’t worry. It’s just the electrician.”

  “Electrician?” I shrieked. I’m sure my face must have looked a picture, but nothing to the picture the electrician’s face looked when he strolled in with his bag of tools.

  “Don’t mind us. As I’ve explained we’re nudists. My friend here is doing some cleaning for me,” Lisa said to him.

  “Yeah, sure fine,” he nervously replied.

  “If you like you can take your clothes of while you work too,” Lisa said to him.

  He gulped. “I’d better not. I probably won’t be covered then, for insurance purpose and that.”

  “Of course,” Lisa replied before turning her attention back to me. “Chop chop, let’s get on.”

  I immediately started about my chores, slightly embarrassed, but turned on all the same. It was an even better high, the fact that I was naked in front of both Lisa and this new stranger. I could see his erect penis struggle against the cloth of his trousers. He obviously felt the same as me, uncomfortable, but all the more turned on for it. Lisa was leading both him and me astray.

  I began to wonder where was all this leading. Would the three of us end up in the bedroom? Or maybe we’d just have sex there and then on the living room floor?

  I bent over. I could feel my wet pussy lips spread apart as both Lisa and the electrician watched me. I began to dream of the three of us rolling about on the floor entwined, their two tongues slipping in and out of my wetness.

  “All done,” the electrician said as he jolted me out of my daydream.

  “It wasn’t too much of a problem then?” Lisa asked.

  “No problem, no problem at all,” he said as he began to gather his tools and left.

  “That was a bit of an anti-climax,” I said and laughed.

  “It wasn’t my climax though. This is my climax,” Lisa said and with her arms she shuffled herself out of her wheelchair and onto her sofa. She pulled an object out of her bag. It was a dildo. She parted her pussy lips and easily slid it inside her wetness. I stood there watching her bring herself to orgasm. It was a wonderful sight.

  I’m not sure when my hand ventured down to my own pussy, but Lisa stopped what she was doing and looked at me shocked.

  “Sorry,” I said and quickly removed my hand from myself.

  Lisa pulled the long, hard dildo from out of herself. She smiled and held the dildo close to me. “Would you like to share?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  Seconds later I was on the sofa, opposite Lisa as she teased the tip of the dildo inside me. It was dirty and it was wrong. I was a married woman letting another woman insert an object with her love juice on it, inside of me. But there was no way I was stopping.

  Lisa thrust the sex aid deep and hard inside me. I orgasmed as I’d never done before.

  “This is heaven, I never want it to stop,” I moaned.

  But it did stop, as Lisa pulled the dildo out of me. “I want you to bend me over and give it to me hard,” she said. “And then I’m going to bend you over and give it to you hard.”

  Who was I to argue?

  I helped Lisa onto her front and pulled her sweet rear towards me. I gently pulled her pussy lips open and slipped the dildo in. She was moist and wide, the dildo, even though it seemed massive, soon disappeared inside.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Harder.”

  I thrust harder.

  “Stop,” she suddenly cried out.

  I stopped. “What’s wrong, have I hurt you?”

  “No. Lick me,” Lisa ordered.

  “You’re the boss,” I replied. I bent my head close to that lovely warm and wet opening and began to lick those sweet juices.

  Minutes later it was Lisa’s turn to repay the favour. I bent over so she could use the dildo on me and then she lapped up my juices with her tongue.

  Sometime later we lay exhausted.

  “I can’t believe what I’ve done,” I said.

  Lisa smiled. “I can’t believe it was that good.”

  “It was amazing. The best thing I’ve ever experienced,” I said.

  “I’m glad you enjoy working for me so much,” she said.

  “Was I the first?” I asked.

  “What? My first time with a woman or my first time hiring a naked cleaner? I can’t say. That would be telling.”

  We both laughed at that. But the realisation was slowly dripping down into my brain that I knew nothing about Lisa.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” Lisa asked.

  “You promised me a lot more than a penny,” I said.

  “So I did. But I don’t think you’re in it for just the money. The money is nice but I think you’re in it for the excitement, just like me.”

  “In what exactly?”

  “You’re into exhibitionism. That and sex. I have such things to show you. And so many people to show you off to.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked a little worried.

  “This can be the start. If you want it to. And I think you’ll want it to.”

  I began to worry that Lisa wanted a proper relationship with me. “I’ll never leave my husband.”

  “I’m not asking you to. Instead I’m asking you to work for me.”

  “I thought I was already working for you?”

  “No. That was just a test and the true test of the pudding is in the eating tasted scrumptious. You’re ready for the next step. If you want it that is. Like I said, I think you will, but only you can decide.”

  “What exactly is the next step?”

  “First I owe you a total explanation. The truth in full. Before my accident I was a stripper, nude cleaner, escort, sex worker, call it what you will. After the accident my career went the same way as my legs, useless, although I still do a bit of cam work and sell pictures and videos over the internet.”

  “Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

  “But I picked myself up, metaphorically speaking. I started my own business. Instead of being a nude cleaner I recruited the nude cleaners or any other line of work women with exhibitionist tendencies could flourish in.”

  “But I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never even thought about it. I couldn’t do that as a job for others,” I said.

  “And yet you were willing to do it as a job when it was just me and you one on one. Are
you sure you wouldn’t be interested in a bigger audience? Not just a lone female, but females? Men even?”

  “No,” I replied and then I remembered the man who lived opposite.

  Lisa smiled, that mischievous, leading you away smile.

  “Maybe I can think about it,” I said.

  Lisa was still smiling. “Maybe.”

  We didn’t get dressed as we sat and drank tea. I felt comfortable in Lisa’s presence and turned on to the max to be naked with her. Would I be as comfortable and relaxed in front of a multitude of strangers? How far would I go? How far would they go?

  I had a lot to think over as I headed home.

  The guy opposite was sat in his bedroom window still drooling.

  Yeah I had a lot to think about. Whether to walk away or delve right in. But I was pretty sure on which choice I was going to take.

  In my mind I picture Lisa smiling, that grin of hers leading me astray.

  My Wife Willing To Pose Nude

  By Heidi Flow © 2016

  Chapter One

  It was that time that comes to just about everyone at some point in life, whether they are young or old, male or female, single or a couple. The time I’m talking about is when one is strapped for cash, virtually penniless, or to put it another way, utterly skint. My wife and I didn’t know which way to turn. Never mind paying the bills, we were struggling to even put food on the table. It’s surprising the things you’ll do when your back is well and truly up against the wall. When you’re left with only one option, what other choice do you have?

  Our one option came about when my wife remembered a news article she’d read about respectable housewives earning money by posing nude for adult photographers and on webcams. We’d both laughed about it at the time. But that laughter had taken place over a year ago and since then a lot of water had flowed under the bridge. There had been less laughter and more tears as our situation grew ever worse.

  “Remember what those housewives did to get money quick when they needed it?” my wife asked.

  “Yes,” I replied shakily.

  “Well, she said, then paused.

  “I know what you’re thinking and I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

  “Why wouldn’t it?” my wife snapped.

  “Because.”

  “Just because. What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means there must be another way,” I replied.

  “But there isn’t, you know it, and I know it. So what’s it to be, do we get thrown out of our home and starve to death, or do we fight back by any means necessary?”

  I fell silent and stayed silent as my wife searched the web for the ads she had talked about. It wasn’t long before she came across what might be our salvation, but also could equally be our damnation. It was an ad on a classified site that offered up to seven hundred pounds for the right female model willing to pose nude.

  “Seven hundred pounds, that’s a lot of money,” my wife said.

  “It can’t be genuine,” I said.

  “Can we afford not to try?”

  And try we did. My wife replied to the ad and the following night the photographer travelled to our home.

  I’d had this image in my head of him being older, much older, a middle aged man heading quickly for old age, with nicotine stained fingers and hawk like eyes. He was anything but though. He was in his early twenties, fifteen years younger than my wife and I. He was polite and charming; he didn’t seem seedy at all. I began to think that the pictures might not be dirty but artful, that he was a serious photographer and not just after sex. Well, you know what thought did.

  “It’s three hundred pound for just a basic nude, legs wide open and playing with yourself shoot,” he calmly said as he finished his tea.

  “But the ad promised seven hundred,” my wife quickly said.

  “Up to seven hundred,” he corrected her.

  “You’re looking for extras?” I said.

  “Aren’t we all?” he replied. “But as the ad said, you can earn up to seven hundred and you can earn it right here and now. I have the cash in my pocket if you wish to count it?”

  Neither me nor my wife made any effort to count the large bundle of notes he placed on the table.

  “Do we have a deal?” he asked.

  “Not when we don’t know what the deal entails,” I said.

  “Fair enough, you both want it spelling out and that’s not a problem, I happen to be rather good at spelling. The extras are a hundred pound for allowing me to touch, which involves fingering and the such like, another hundred for oral, both me performing on you and you performing on me, another hundred for me fucking you with a condom, and the final hundred is you allowing me to fuck you without a condom and come inside you. Of course I still want to take pictures through the various stages through our agreement. An added extra would be that I take pictures of your husband fucking you after I’ve finished fucking you. I’m not paying any extra for that, it’s just a concession I’m asking for, on account of letting him stay and watch, and you did say you wanted him to stay didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” my wife said. “So how do we start this thing?” my wife asked.

  “Just wait a second,” I interrupted.

  “If you’re getting cold feet, either of you, it’s okay, we can call the whole thing off, no harm done,” the photographer said.

  “Nobody has got cold feet and nobody is calling anything off,” my wife said.

  “If you guys want to talk about this it’s fine,” the photographer said. “I can go sit outside in my car for a bit. It’ll give me time to get my equipment ready should you both agree to proceed.

  “There’s no need for that,” my wife said. “Our minds are already made up. I, or rather we, are going through with this; we want the full seven hundred.”

  The photographer smiled. “I need to go to my car anyway. I’ll give you a minute, sort my equipment out, come back in with it and if you don’t want to proceed, I’ll walk back out, nothing gained, but nothing lost.”

  “If he leaves now,” my wife said, deliberately not finishing her sentence as we watched him walk outside to his car.

  “He’s giving us the time to talk and believe you and me, we need to talk,” I said.

  “Do we?” my wife snapped. “Do we really need to talk? Will talk pay our bills, put food on the table?”

  “This little escapade has gone from you posing nude to you being fucked without a condom, by a total stranger and then me having sloppy seconds, all on camera.”

  “So?” We’re already fucked. This is our only chance.”

  “But it might not be,” I said.

  “At this is very moment it is. Unless you have a better idea?”

  I didn’t. I watched silently as the photographer came back to the house.

  Chapter Two

  “So what have we decided?” the photographer asked while placing his equipment down. “Should I stay or should I go?”

  “Stay,” my wife said.

  The photographer turned to me.

  I nodded.

  “So now what?” my wife asked.

  “Well, I’ve just set my lights up and we can shoot a bit of footage here in the living room, if that’s okay?”

  “As long as you let me close the curtains,” my wife said and giggled.

  I couldn’t believe she could actually act in such a way; it was almost as if she was enjoying herself.

  “Whatever makes you feel easier,” the photographer said.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” my wife said.

  “Don’t worry, just relax. How about we start taking some fully clothed pictures of you in seductive poses and then a slow striptease as we go along and take things from there?”

  My wife nodded and nervously smiled as he began to click away.

  “That’s great,” he said. “Could you undo your blouse? That’s fantastic. Could you begin to slip your skirt down? You’re doing great. Now if you
could lose the blouse? That’s it. Now just pull the skirt down further. That’s it, tease me and the camera. Now kick the skirt aside. Take one of your stockings off. Slowly, don’t rush. You’re doing amazing.”

  “Isn’t she just,” I said under my breath.

  “Do you really think so?” my wife asked the photographer.

  “You’re perfect, just perfect,” he said.

  My wife grinned from ear to ear as she stood in just her bra and panties. “You’re just saying that.”

  “Far from it,” he replied. “Now if you could unclasp your bra?”

  My wife seductively undid her bra, slowly easing it down until her small pert breasts were on view, with her nipples more swollen and aroused than I had ever seen them before.

  “Could you sit back on the armchair and slowly slip your panties down?” the photographer asked.

  My wife didn’t need to be prompted a second time as she did as he’d asked, to reveal to him and me her swollen pink, pussy lips. She leaned further into the arms of the chair as he got closer, opening her legs further.

  “I think I might have the perfect shot if I may?” he asked. She nodded and proceeded to pull her pussy lips wide open to allow the camera even deeper access into her.

  After taking numerous shouts he put the camera to one side and sank three fingers into my wife. She moaned with pleasure as I watched her wetness drip down his fingers as he thrust them in and out of her. He withdrew his fingers at just the right time to reach for his camera, catching on film my wife shuddering to a climax.

  “Oh my God, you’re magnificent,” he said. I had to agree with him in my head, even though I didn’t do so verbally.

  “I think I’m getting the hang of things,” my wife gasped as she turned over onto all fours, so as to allow him to take pictures of her from that angle. He sank his fingers deep inside her again.

  “This is heaven,” he said, which by the look on my wife’s face, I could tell it was pretty much the same for her. Me, I couldn’t decide if it was heaven or hell. But all I had seen until that far was just the tip of the iceberg as my wife and the photographer moved to go upstairs.