For All The World To See, a short story by finch. Date added: 2010-02-14. Times viewed: 6851.
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- Intro: She realizes her exhibitionist streak can earn them money. Exhib, SlutWife
I'm sure it happens to everyone, sooner or later. Even the best love life grows a little stale. With all the porn on TV and the internet, everyone has access to sex of every kind, and I'm sure all of our fantasies are a quantum leap beyond those of earlier generations, who were never exposed to this stuff.
I was lucky. I had a husband who was loving and understanding, and confident enough to share fantasies openly. We would often tell each other wild stories, pretend we were fucking someone else, or relive a scene we had watched in a porno. It was great and thrilling, but I have to admit I had fantasies I didn't share even with my husband, urges I was embarrassed or even ashamed about, and there were times when I felt like there must be more.
The catalyst came when our comfortable life was suddenly threatened by the declining economy. My husband had always had a good job as an executive at a computer company, and being laid off was a shock. We weren't too worried. We had some savings, and the little boutique he had helped me set up brought in some money, though less than it used to. Surely he would land another high-paying position soon.
But as the weeks and months went by and he received no offers, we began to worry. All the companies in his industry were cutting back, and some of the colleagues he reached out to had also been laid off. He began looking more widely, but no nibbles so far. We talked about consulting or starting a business of his own, but these would take time to build up, and we couldn't wait. To make it worse, the regular customers of my boutique naturally saw high-end clothing and lingerie as areas where they could cut back, and my contributions to the family finances declined as well. We had to do something.
We had always joked about phone sex. My husband said I had a very sexy voice and could make a fortune. I even went online to look into it, but it didn't really seem to pay very well, and somehow it wasn't very appealing. As often happens when I'm online, I strayed to a favorite porn site. The stress had affected our love life, and I'd been extra frustrated lately. One of my favorite sites featured a beautiful woman who would have inventive sex online with her husband, or occasionally with other people. I watched her on her knees taking it from behind and having several seemingly very real orgasms, growing more excited. My hand was busy under my skirt and I finally had a very satisfying orgasm of my own, then I began to think.
That night I took my husband to bed and gave him a relaxing massage, then spun him a fantasy of our life as online porn stars, pleasuring each other at all hours in every imaginable way for the viewing satisfaction of our fans. He grew more aroused than I had seen him in some time and finished the session by giving me a good hard fucking and making me come several times. I was on to something.
The next morning I made my proposal in earnest. My husband knew everything about computers. He said it would be easy to set up. The technology wasn't the problem. But what about our reputations? Did we really want people to see us having sex online? What would our friends think? Our families?
I had thought about this. It would be simple enough to cover our faces, I told him. What people really wanted to see was our bodies, right? And we could spend our hours doing what we loved best and being together, and get paid for it! I could see he was intrigued, but hesitant. I pressed. We had to do something, and soon. The money situation wasn't quite desperate, but it wasn't far off. Finally we agreed to try it the next day. We could always pull the plug if it didn't work out.
My shop was open the next day, so I went to work while he puzzled over servers and bandwidth and video uplinks and other stuff I didn't really understand or want to. I was in a cheerful mood thinking of our new adventure, and my attitude must have spilled over onto my customers. I sold several high-end lingerie ensembles, took a special order for an expensive French bra from a regular customer, and sold one very sexy and very expensive dress to an actress who came in now and then looking for something unusual.
I arrived at home in an upbeat mood after my fun and profitable day, and walked into a bewildering array of lights, tripods, cables snaking about the room, blinking computer monitors, and in the center of it all, a bed I'd never seen. It was beautiful, quite large, with polished blonde wood and a gorgeous damask cover in magentas and blues. My husband explained that he had had it delivered as he thought we needed a nice bed for the videos, and that he thought we should save our regular bed for sleeping. I could see he had given this a lot of thought.
We were both slightly tense about our big debut, and I suggested some wine to help us get in the mood. We settled on the bed with our glasses and talked about our day as we both began to relax. We laughed and flirted, and I gradually forgot about all the lights and equipment. This was my handsome, charming, sexy husband. He had always taken my breath away, and tonight was no exception. He began kissing my neck, which has always gotten me going, and I giggled and blushed. His kisses worked their way down my shoulders, and pulling my dress aside, he got his first glimpse of the surprise I had worn home underneath. Running a fancy lingerie store has its advantages. Eager to see more, he unzipped my dress and peeled it off of me, kissing and stroking me all the while. My breath was beginning to come faster, and I began to feel that pleasant tightness in my breasts and the wetness between my legs. His hand ran up my thigh and onto my ass under the dress and I moaned softly. It felt so good.
I knelt on the bed and pulled the dress over my head. Underneath I wore a very sheer black lace bra, with a matching garter belt and panties. He made approving noises and lowered his face to my breasts, nuzzling between them as his hands roamed all over my body. He pulled my bra aside and sucked my nipples hard, one and then the other, then back again. It felt incredible, and I was getting wetter every minute. He worked his way down and was surprised and pleased to find the expensive lace panties were open at the crotch. Smiling and raising an eyebrow, he bent back to work and proceeded to lick me thoroughly, taking his time and exploring every fold with his tongue. His strong hands pushed my legs wide open as he probed and licked and sucked at my pussy. He began flicking his tongue rapidly over my clit and I gasped, coming closer and closer to orgasm, when he pulled away. I pouted for a moment, but he just pulled off the rest of my clothes and rolled me over onto my hands and knees.
He began fucking me from behind, slow at first, sliding all the way in and all the way out, almost torturing me with the exquisite feeling.
"Faster, Baby," I pleaded. "I need you to fuck me good. Come on, baby," I begged, "Fuck me good. Fuck me hard."
He sped up slowly, finally ramming me hard and fast. I felt his swinging balls slap against my ass with each stroke. I needed this so bad. I really needed to cum hard. I'm afraid I got pretty loud.
"Yeah, Baby! Fuck me like that! Fuck your little slut! Yes! I'm your horny slut! Fuck me Baby! Yeah!"
I could tell he was getting close, his breathing got harder and more ragged, and he went even faster. His big cock stretched me out and filled me up and it felt so fucking good!
"Fuck me you stud!" I yelled. "Fuck me!! YEAH!! FUCK ME HARD! YEAH!!"
I was screaming unintelligibly now, my orgasm washing over and through me in powerful waves. I heard my husband roar and felt him buck, but instead of the expected rush of cum in my pussy, I felt him pull out. Hot jets of cum splashed over my back, onto my ass, even up into my hair. It went everywhere and seemed to go on and on as I kept coming and coming.
He finally groaned and rolled over onto his back and I collapsed onto him, both of us gasping.
"That was incredible," I said.
"Yeah," he answered. He reached a finger out and scooped some warm cum from my hair, holding it up to my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his finger and sucked it into my mouth, tasting his yummy cum. I laughed, and he joined me.
"What?" he said.
"Too bad we didn't get THAT on tape," I said. "That was HOT!"
He got a concerned look.
"But...we did," He said. He waved at the lights and cameras. "We're online, live. Right now."
The money began rolling in that night.
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