X Rated Alice

X RATED ALICE

'X-rated Alice', that's the nickname that I've picked up among some of our friends. My husband Blake thinks it's funny. He is the one responsible for me having a reputation for very explicit activities, always with him. I don't have sex with others, my body is reserved for only him, but he can get me to do almost anything, including public nudity and sex. I've been the 'hit' at a number of parties when Blake gets my motor running and I succumb to his entreaties to perform some uninhibited activity for him and our friends. When we have sex in the presence of others, Blake is involved, of course, but in our misogynistic world, guys don't get bad reputations for lascivious behavior, only girls do.

Our first experience was before we were married. We were visiting my aunt and got the hots for each other. We snuck off to the garage and were quickly engaged in amorous activities. I was leaning over the hood of a car and Blake had pulled my shorts and panties to my knees. He was standing behind me with his dick in my snatch. We were both hot fully focused on each other, so we didn't notice when my Aunt Ellen stepped into the garage. There was a refrigerator in the garage and she was getting something from it.

She saw, us, obviously and didn't say anything, but her eyes met mine as she turned to leave. She smiled and said, "Don't let me interrupt you."

When Blake and I returned to the party in the house, Aunt Ellen spoke to me. She said, "You need to keep that boy under control or he'll be fucking you in public."

A bit later, she asked me if I was using anything to keep from getting pregnant. I wasn't. I hadn't told my mom that I was screwing Blake, I was afraid of how she would react. So Aunt Ellen got me an appointment with her doctor who prescribed birth-control pills. I was nineteen, so Mom didn't need to know that her daughter was getting laid. I think she was wise enough to realize what was happening.

Well, after the incident in the garage, Blake and I realized that we both became aroused when we remembered it and talked about imaginary scenarios where we had sex with others watching. It was the start of a very eventful series of risky situations where there was the possibility, even the certainty, of being observed having sex.

At first, we would just get overwhelmed by passion and grope each other. One evening, we screwed in my parent's living room while they were out to dinner. When they came home, we didn't hear them, so Blake hurried into the bathroom to hide, while I scurried to my bedroom. In our haste, we left my bra on the couch. When my mom found it, she just handed it to me, without saying anything. It's an interesting milestone when your mother realizes you are having sex with a guy and when you realize that she knows.

We were at his folks' house when Blake's mother saw my pussy. Blake had almost stripped me and was fucking me in their rec-room. We were on the couch when she came in. Blake stood up quickly and put his prick away, while leaving me exposed, with my skirt around my waist and my shirt almost off. He mumbled something and left the room quickly while I was getting covered. His mom looked at me and I stopped getting dressed. She seemed fixated on looking at my naked body, so I let her get a good look at my pussy while I pulled my shirt down. She was always nice to me, but I think she thought I was a slut who had seduced her innocent little boy. I let her get a good look at my pussy though, letting her see what had supplanted her as the feminine influence in his life. He was no longer Mama's boy; she was mine and I could make him do anything I wanted. He was under the spell of me and my pussy.

During our honeymoon in the Bahamas, we were in a little swimsuit and t-shirt shop. I was looking at different bikinis and had picked up a nice t-shirt Blake was watching me as I looked at different things.

He surprised me when he said, "I'll buy you any bikini in the shop if you put it on with me watching."

I started to walk toward the dressing rooms, but he said, "Try them on out here."

He wanted me to strip naked in the middle of the store and try on different bikinis. There were other people in the store, mostly couples, but a few unaccompanied men and a couple of single women.

I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, "Nobody here knows us."

I was tempted. I thought about it. Then I did it.

I pulled my shirt over my head and undid the swimsuit top I was wearing. My tits sprung free and jiggled with every movement. I looked at Blake and he nodded. I pulled my bottom over my hips and let it drop to the ground. I stepped out of it and my sandals. I was naked and I had an audience. Blake took a photo as did a few other people.

I walked over to the rack and took a moment to choose a bikini. With all those people watching, I pulled the suit bottom up over my hips, hiding my patch of pubic hair and my tight slit. I fooled with the top for a few moments, adjusting it so my breasts fit in the little triangles of material.

I posed for my husband, proud of myself for having met his dare.

He said, "I don't like that one. Try another."

"One more." I said. If I'd let him, he would've had me trying on bikinis all afternoon.

I undid my top. By this time, my nipples were as hard as little erasers. The white untanned skin on my breasts contrasted with the tanned skin on the remainder of my body. Once again, I pulled down the suit bottom and dropped it to the floor, baring my dark-haired pussy. There were about twenty people watching me now. I picked three suits and asked Blake to choose one. He picked a bright yellow one that contrasted with my tanned skin. With everyone watching, I put the top on first. I adjusted the straps to cover my nipples and not much else. Then, I bent to the floor, giving those behind me a nice squirrel shot of my pussy between my legs. I slowly pulled the suit up and finally covered my bare ass and my beaver.

Blake paid for the suit. I decided to wear it rather than change into my original outfit. I pulled a t-shirt over me and we hustled out of the shop, heading back to our hotel room for more sex.

Our next 'adventure' was when Blake took me to an 'adult bookstore'. I saw magazines, but no books. Of course, after looking at the sex toys and the filthy movies, we had to try the video booths. I had read about such places and the glory holes. I made it clear that I wasn't going to suck some stranger's cock and Blake said he didn't want me to, regardless.

He filled the slot with quarters and we watched a movie where a woman was getting fucked from both ends, spit roasted. It was obscene, but I was aroused seeing others have sex. The close-ups were gross but hypnotic.

Blake had started by fondling my boobs through my shirt. He slid his hands under the front of my blouse. He managed to undo the bra and I lifted my shirt over my head, stripping to the waist for him. I knew he was going to strip me and the thought of being naked in such a place, with strangers just outside the door was erotic as hell. He played with my hard little nipples while we kissed and barely paid attention to the movie.

I wasn't surprised when Blake asked me to stand up so he could pull down my shorts. He pulled them over my hips and they dropped to the floor. I was left with my skimpy panties.

I told him I wanted him to be naked too and helped him remove his shirt. Then he stood and I undid his pants. I freed his hard cock and took it in my mouth while I pulled his pants and underwear down over his hips. I lifted his one leg, then the other to free his pants a left him wearing just his socks. I sucked his cock while he put more tokens in the machine.

I was sitting on a little stool wearing panties and socks. Blake wanted me naked, so I helped him remove my panties. He took my little socks too. I spread my legs, letting him see my naked pussy. We heard people walking the hallway. I was sucking his dick with people just a few feet away.

Then, Blake said he had run out of tokens and needed to get more for the movie. I said we didn't need to see the movie, but said we had to have a movie running while we were in the booth. It was the rules. I said, "Okay, but hurry."

I watched him get dressed, disappointed when he put his penis away. I didn't' realize what he was doing, but he had been putting my clothes in the backpack he had been carrying and when he opened the door, I realized that I was naked and he was taking all my clothes. When he opened the door, a tall black guy in the hall had a glimpse into our booth and saw me naked.

I locked the door once Blake left and I sat there, scared and aroused. I was completely naked, with men outside the door. I couldn't be sure that the lock on the door worked. Someone could walk in and find me naked and defenseless. There were goosebumps all over my body. I was cold, almost shivering. My areolas were bumpy and my breasts felt the cool air. My nipples were vey hard. I couldn't resist and I touched them fondling my breasts while I sat there alone.

I heard a light knock on the wall to my right and noticed the hole in the wall, a glory-hole. Someone was over there. I could see part of a man's face. He wanted me to turn toward him and show him my pussy. I wouldn't do it at first, but when Blake hadn't returned I became a bit more comfortable.

I turned on the stool and opened my legs toward the stranger next door. He was only a few feet away and his eyes were level with my crotch. I spread my legs and put my fingers on my labia, pulling them apart to show the stranger my most intimate features. I felt the warmth and the wetness increase in my pussy and I put my finger on my little clit. I was performing for whoever was next door. My arousal increased and when my husband finally returned and knocked on the door, I ignored him for a few moments. I was diddling myself for the man in the booth to my right. It was like I was in a trance, masturbating for a stranger.

I finally responded to Blake and opened the door. Once again, there were two men who passed by and looked in, seeing me naked.

Blake came in and I put my finger to my lips to silence him. Then I resumed my performance for my audience of one next door. Blake leaned against the door while he put some tokens in the picture machine.

He watched me put my fingers inside me and show all of me to a shadowy face in the next booth. I was approaching an orgasm. I increased the pace of my fingers on my clit. I closed my eyes as I felt the incredible rush coming. Then it hit me. My muscles tensed and I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation overcome me. I put my fingers inside myself and milked the juices from my cunt.

Then, my admirer put his cock through the hole in the wall. He wanted me to suck it. I looked at my husband and gave him a devilish smile. I took the strange prick in my hand and began to stroke it. It was very different feeling another man's cock. I compared it to my husband's. It was darker, had a different bend and was a bit bigger around, longer too. I looked at my husband. His eyes were glazed over watching me rub another man's cock.

Then, the thing went off in my hand. My partner in the next booth came. His semen shot out of his dick and landed on one breast. The next shots hit my arm and my wrist, each spurt going less far as he relieved the pressure that had built within him.

Looking at Blake, I put my fingers to my mouth, tasting the cum from the stranger next door. I put my fingers in my pussy, rubbing a dab of semen on my clit. The warm semen on my cunt revived my orgasm and I climaxed again.

Blake pulled my clothing from his backpack and helped me get dressed, forgetting about underwear. I put my blouse and my shorts on along with my shoes.

He hustled me out of there, worried that we would draw more attention than we desired. With all those horny men, most of the perverts, I could've been fucked many times, might even have been raped.

We returned to our car and quickly got back on the highway. I stripped in the car on the way home. I repeated my masturbation performance for my husband while he tried to maintain his attention on his driving. I wanted him to pull off the road somewhere and fuck me, but he had enough sense to get us home where he could make love to me, not a quicky, but a long, sustained session with him eating my pussy and finally filling me with his cum.

Our most extreme exhibition was when we were at a party with a number of our friends one weekend while he was at an advanced training school for something. Blake and I hadn't seen each other all week, he and the others had been off on some exercise. We met up at the party. There were about five other couples in our group and we were at the apartment of one of the couples.

I remember coming out of the bathroom. Blake was waiting for me in the hall. He pulled me into a bedroom. He went to the floor and I leaned against the bed. He lifted my dress and put his face in my crotch from behind. He began to munch on my pussy through my underwear. He was under my dress in the back with his face in my pussy. I was hot for him, too, so I spread my feet, to give him access. I love having my pussy eaten, so I was immediately turned-on and yielded to whatever he wanted to do.

He was feasting on my pussy, pushing the cotton panties into my slit, getting them wet with my juices and his saliva. My dress was up around my waist. He pulled the panel of my panties aside and put his tongue on my raw flesh. I felt so damned good. I bent over more and spread my legs wider to give him full access. He licked every bit of my feminine assets, tasting the dripping nectar from my red-hot cunt.

He wanted better access, so he pulled my panties down. I closed my legs to accommodate him and my panties slid down my legs and off my feet. He pulled my shoes off too. I resumed my spread-open stance and he resumed eating me. After going without sex for the previous week, I was eager for him to do whatever he wanted, so long as he brought me to an orgasm.

My dress was up on my back and I was wide open when someone opened the door to the bedroom. Whoever it was, said, "Oops, sorry." We continued. Whoever it was didn't leave.

Blake had paused for just as few seconds. He was hot for me and resumed eating my pussy while people gathered in the doorway. I bent over more to give him full access.

I said, "Let them watch. I want them to see how you make love to me."

My man was vigorously assaulting my pussy with our friends watching. We were both so aroused that it didn't matter if they could see what we were doing.

Then, one of his friends said to Blake, "Fuck her."

Blake complied. He stood, momentarily exposing my spread-open crotch for our observers. I was fully aware that they could see my bare pussy with all my folds and features, my pubic hair contrasted with the shiny pink flesh of my vulva. He'd had his tongue in my vagina, so the entry to my inner treasures was visible and slightly gaping open. Blake stood to the side for a moment to let everyone see.

He dropped his pants and moved back between my legs. I moved onto the edge of the bed, on my knees with my head down in the middle of the mattress. I felt his wonderful penis probing for my opening and quickly sliding into my very wet and very receptive channel. He pressed forward and I groaned with pleasure when I felt his pelvis pressed against my ass. I squeezed his cock with my vaginal muscles, trying to hold him inside me. It felt so good.

He began to pump back and forth while sliding my dress higher on my back. He unclipped my bra and my tits flopped out beneath me. I realized that he was pushing my dress higher. It was at my shoulders when he grasped my elbow and pulled it back. My arm slipped out of my dress and my shoulder was bared. He was stripping me and I wanted him too. I was so aroused that I wanted to give myself completely to him. He pulled the dress over my head and then pulled it off my remaining arm. He threw the dress and my bra behind him to our observers, leaving me completely naked while he plundered my pussy with his rigid cock.

With my ass raised, I was twerking my butt while enjoying every stroke of his marvelous prick. Soon, I was coming. My body was experiencing spasms and waves of pleasure that overwhelmed my senses. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I moaned like one of those porn stars while my orgasm drew my husband into his own climax.

He stopped moving and pressed into me. I felt the warm rush of his semen pouring into me. I lifted my ass to take him as deeply as possible. I wanted his cum to invade my deepest recesses. My cunt was quivering in arousal as he finished. Our observers showed their appreciation and congratulations by applause and cheers.

Blake pulled away after a few moments. His dick had gone soft and slid out of me. Once again, he left me exposed for all to see. I remained with my head down and my ass raised for a few moments, coming down from coming. Cum trickled out of my vagina, sliding down through my slit and dripping onto the bed.

I was lewdly displayed for a few moments until I began to move. I wasn't in a hurry. Having our friends admiring my naked, dripping cunt was extremely and decadently arousing, the ultimate in exhibitionism. I collapsed on the bed, face down while the crowd dissipated. Blake kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. I just groaned as I recovered.

After about ten minutes of rest, I managed to get out of the bed. I looked for my dress and my underwear, but they were nowhere to be found. I went into the head and peed and then emerged, uncertain of what would happen next.

I wrapped a towel from the bathroom around me and walked to the living room, where everyone was gathered. They applauded when I entered. I was a little embarrassed.

I asked where my clothes were and one of our friends, Elvis (a nickname) had it. I asked for it and he offered a deal. "I'll trade your dress for the towel."

I agreed and asked for the dress, but I'd misunderstood the sequence. He wanted the towel first. I looked at my husband, who was eagerly watching. I knew he wanted me to do it, so I threw the towel to Elvis and stood before all of our friends buck naked. They'd seen me from underneath already, but this was the first full-frontal view of me. I have nice tits and my nipples were aroused and hard. My dark patch of pussy hair was the focal point on my pelvis. I stood while everyone admired me. Finally, Elvis threw my dress to me. I lifted my arms to get it over my head and finally covered myself. I was still without underwear.

I told my husband, "No more for you." and went to get a drink in the kitchen. I certainly needed one.

The evening continued with some kissing and fondling among different spouses. All of the men managed to get a chance with me. Most of them slid their hands under my dress to feel my naked ass. I stopped them from groping my pussy or reaching in for my tits. It could easily have turned into a gang-bang except for my reticence and the other women restraining their horny husbands.

I heard someone mention that my new nickname should be 'X-rated Alice'.

Later, when we were home, and in bed, Blake was all over me again. He was so aroused after our pornographic exhibition for our friends. His dick was hard as a brick and he fucked me for quite a while. I recapped what we had done while he fucked me, how his friends had watched him put his dick in me and how he had come inside me with all of them watching. He said he would never forget the sight of the cum dripping out of my gaping cunt.

Since then, Blake had encouraged me to do more outrageous activities and our friends often ask for performances from Blake and me. They like it better than watching porn flicks, because it's live.

Maybe I'll tell you of some of our other activities.