25 True Exhibitionist Wife Stories

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You're not alone. In a country and culture that systematically represses normal sexual urges, putting a face of shame and disgrace on even the simplest desires ( Don't touch yourself there! Save yourself for marriage! Don't look at other men/women!), a person like me — well adjusted, well educated, happy, and successful — is expected to adhere to some restrictive societal norms. Women — and men — who deviate from those norms are, in fact, considered "deviants." Perverts. Sluts.

Charlotte, are you ok?" It was Jill. "You sound like you've been working out. Is there a man around?" She asked with laughter. They seemed normal to me, dear. A funny accent, but other than that, just a very good-looking couple. Maybe they’re models...” I know I should be. But I have this empty feeling in my stomach." It was a mixture of sadness and a feeling of losing a part of her. She left at 8 a.m. the following morning and got to the Diamond Stud Ranch around lunch time. Alex was just coming in from the corner pasture. The Diamond Stud was his baby. It was a spread of land just outside of Houston. Alex had done well for himself. It was a small spread but profitable. I am the first to admit, I’m not a pro at giving head but I try,” says Trisha. “One night, I was pleasuring my new boyfriend and I removed my mouth for a second to breathe when all of a sudden he ejaculated— right up my nose. It felt like I was drowning for a second and I began choking. He thought it was hysterical— I was mortified by the whole thing. I spent the next half hour blowing my nose.” Tell us about your embarrassing sex stories in the comments below!I put on a robe, walked downstairs and out to our porch, to get a better view of what was going on. There’s a window in the side door to their garage, and light spilled out of it. I crept over to their house; I know I shouldn’t have, but I’m pretty nosy. Had I thought about having sex with other men? Of course I had. The fact is, even people in the most committed monogamous relationships feel attraction outside of those relationships. We're hard-wired that way, and no amount of anxious moral proselytizing can change that.

Oh, baby. Don't cry. I'm sorry for earlier. I was thinking with the wrong head." There was that smile of hers again. "It won't happen again, I promise." He pulled over to the side of the road, killed the engine, and turned to her. It was about time they had this out. "What is so complicated, Charlotte?" Mia looked at her with deep compassion. "You know I will. You could stay a few more days you know." We had a great weekend and I learned a lot about Dave and Sherri. They like a Master/Slave sexual relationship, and Dave has shared her with a select few other men. I told him that I would be happy to be his slave this weekend since his other was loaned out. He smiled and accepted my offer. Throughout the week he kept me naked as promise, tied me up some, spanked me a little and took a lot of pictures of me in various settings. He said he would talk to Barry and see if he would swap for an entire week, so he could take me out of state when he has to attend a seminar for his company. Dave said I would really enjoy myself. He said the guys at the seminar had already met his wife and would give me a good time. I asked him what he meant, but he said I would have to see for myself.

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So, being honest — a critical component of my life partnership — I told my husband, "I fantasize about other men … all the time." From there we opened up a three-month conversation that relieved a pressure we hadn't even realized existed in our relationship. It united us; I learned things about my husband that were surprising, profound, and sexy! In turn, he learned quite a bit about me. Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair trying to think of what to say. "I know you love me but it isn't enough. There are not enough hours in the day for you to do what you do and love me too. I understand that. I wanted something more. Can't you just be happy for me that I found what I was looking for?"

This is a true story and it is about how my husband pushed me into becoming a more sexually diverse, and more sexually active (a slut) wife. My name is Kristie. I’m 28 yrs old, 5’6”, 125 lbs with shoulder length, dark brown hair. Although not model thin, I have all the curves 34d-24-36 that turns more than a few heads, specially when I dress to thrill. My husband Barry is a 210 lbs of handsome man, that’s 6” tall with a Three Musketeers style beard and mustache. Hello, Charlotte," Alex said with sunshine in his voice. "Nice to see you doing well. So, what do I owe this pleasure?" Well for starters, I am from Austin. I have lived around these parts only for a short time. I was looking for work when I ran into Mr. Alex. He offered me this job." That's a big question. It's scary to ask, and scary to answer. I had heard about polyamory — specifically "swinging," with its built-in 1970s connotations — but the idea had never been presented to me in a way that appealed. TV, magazines, and movies described a culture and a constituency that simply didn't resonate with who I am. As a straight woman, the images of girl-on-girl held no appeal for me. The people I saw interviewed on the topic of swinging and poly weren't sexy to me. The media didn't present a very inviting picture of sexual adventurism for a married, monogamous, heterosexual woman like me.He had on a nice blue suit and had a briefcase on the floor between his feet. He is very clean cut and about 35 years old. He is not a great looking guy but not bad looking. Very average. He was reading from some papers he had in a folder on his lap.