A New Exhibitionist

A New Exhibitionist

The new neighborhood seemed nice, when Celia and Mark moved into the house. It was a quiet street and all the homes were well maintained. The people they had met seemed nice enough.

They hadn't been in the house long enough to put up curtains or blinds in all the rooms. After another tiring day of setting up a new house, Celia got Mark off to his night-shift job, locked up the house, and went upstairs. She took a long, hot shower to wind down. As she soaped her body, her hands lingered over her nipples. She pinched and pulled on the soapy nubs, enjoying the tingle that it caused in her womanhood. Then, as if her hand had a mind of its own, it wandered across her belly and down to her vulva.

She cupped her sex in her hand and pressed gently, but firmly, as she thrust her hips forward. She shivered at the delicious feelings. She hoped that the hot water wouldn't run out, because she now needed to masturbate and she wanted the shower head's help. She put one foot up on the seat that was built in to the shower stall. She took the hand-held sprayer from its holder, and made sure her footing was secure as she changed the setting on the sprayer from wide to jet. She had to turn the pressure down a bit at the faucet. But soon she had both temperature and pressure the way she needed them.

Celia ran the water jet up her thigh and -- making certain not to touch her clitoris... yet -- played the stream over her anus. It felt marvelous. With the water squirting right on her puckered hole, she used two fingers of her other hand and began to penetrate her slippery vagina, slowly and gently. When her fingers were fully inserted, completely covered in her natural lubricant and giving her very pleasurable sensations, she brought the water jet up to her engorged clit.

As the water jet touched her most sensitive spot, Celia jumped, and a slight yelp escaped her. Over and over, she squirted her clit and then moved the stream, in the same rhythm as her fingers were fucking her. It was teasingly spectacular. But her need to orgasm was building. She adjusted the spray one final time and aimed it right at her clitoris. She jumped so hard that she almost lost her balance. But she recovered and kept the spray pointed right at the spot where the hood gave way to the shaft. Within a minute, her orgasm hit.

Celia could not help but cry out when the lightening bolt struck her pussy. She squealed and then grunted with each spasm. It felt as if a giant hand had taken her in its grip. It squeezed her body and then released, over and over again. Meanwhile, tingly electricity shot from her pussy-to-her-nipples-to-her-brain, and back again, in a series of the most intense sensations she had had in ages.

Her legs shook so hard that she finally had to plop down on the shower seat, for fear of falling. She sat there, breathless, chest heaving, heart pounding, for several minutes. She wasn't sure exactly how long it took her to recover. But she knew that the water that was now shooting over her lower legs was getting pretty chilly.

Celia got out of the shower and dried off, still feeling pretty unsteady on her feet. Now all that she wanted was sleep. She turned and walked into her bedroom, intending to fall into the bed, when she noticed that she had left the lamp on in the spare room, down the hall. She continued to dry her hair with the towel as she walked into the spare room. She looked up, just in time to see her neighbor, a nice looking older gentleman, in his upstairs room, shades up, sitting at a desk. He must have noticed the motion in the window and looked up. Their eyes locked onto each other and they were both frozen in place.

Celia's arms were still raised and the towel was lying on the back of her hair. Her neighbor was sitting at his computer naked, a very erect cock in his hand. They just looked at each other for what seemed like minutes, but was certainly just seconds. What happened next would change Celia's life.

Instead of jumping up and pulling his shade down, or turning off the light so that he couldn't be seen, the man (she would later come to know him as "Frank") slowly stood and moved closer to the window. He never took his hand off his cock, and his strokes continued, long and slow. He motioned with his free hand for Celia to come closer to her window. She knew that she should turn off the light and leave. But Mark was the first and only man she had ever seen naked, except in pictures... and she was fascinated. There were butterflies in her stomach as she moved closer to the window.

The houses in the subdivision were as large as quarter-acre lots could handle. So there was very little space between the houses. Celia's window and her neighbor's window were only about thirty feet apart. She could clearly see that Frank was near her father's age. The hair on his head was mostly gray, as was the considerable hair on his chest. But the bush of pubic hair surrounding his erection was still mostly dark, thick, and abundant.

His hand was wrapped around a cock that appeared to her to be at least seven inches, perhaps even approaching eight inches long. Either way, it was a good inch or two longer than Mark's. But what really got her attention was the girth of this exciting new sight. Frank was taller and broader than her husband and appeared to have pretty large hands. But she could see that his thumb and middle finger did not quite touch as he slowly stroked himself. She didn't know how big around that made it, but it was decidedly more girth-y than anything she had ever had inside her. He looked down at his cock and then up at Celia. He let go of it and wiggled his hips, making it wag and bob around. She let out a short giggle and smiled at him. He smiled back and mouthed the words, "Do you like it?" as he again stroked it slowly.

Celia raised her eyebrows, nodded, and smiled. He held it still while he reached down with his other hand and wiped a drop of pre-cum from the tip. She shocked herself by exaggeratedly licking her lips. In an equally exaggerated motion, he ever-so-slowly licked the drop from his finger and made the sign for "yummy." He then squeezed the head and more of the fluid oozed out the tip, hanging in a string, several inches long and swinging back and forth as he moved. Frank let go of his erection and looked at her questioningly. He put his hands out, palms up, as if to say, "What about you?" Suddenly it dawned on Celia that, if he was going to masturbate while she watched, he expected her to do likewise.

Her face instantly turned red in embarrassment. She slowly shook her head as her natural shyness and her conservative upbringing came crashing down on her. He looked back at her, with pleading in his eyes. He put his palms together, fingers pointed skyward, as if praying for her to agree to his request. Almost imperceptibly, she again shook her head. Her resolve was not all that strong, but it was still there.

Frank began slowly stroking his cock again. The string of pre-cum now hung a good ten inches long and tantalized her. But he reached up with his other hand and began to lower the shade on the window. Celia felt a momentary panic in her stomach at the thought of missing something she now very much wanted to see. But the shade closed completely and all she could see was a very indistinct shadow, letting her know that she was indeed missing a show.

It was with deep disappointment that she turned off the light in the room and made her way to her bed. She lay on her bed with visions of this stranger's cock dancing through her head. Her nipples were rock hard again, and she felt the first trickle of wetness on her thigh. Celia rarely had two orgasms in an evening, but she knew that she wanted another one now.

She went to her closet and pulled out the shoebox that she kept hidden from Mark. Since he had started working nights, she had begun to masturbate more often. But she and her husband had never discussed such things. So she decided not to tell him when she ordered a vibrator and a dildo online. She took her toys out and checked to make sure that the battery was okay in the vibrator.

Celia lay back on the bed and looked at the dildo. She remembered from her order that it was seven inches long and five inches in circumference. She had intentionally ordered one that was slightly larger than Mark's cock. As she considered this faux phallus, she thought that it was probably right between Mark's and Frank's cock sizes. Celia giggled as that made her think of Goldilocks. One was too small. One was too large. And one was just right. But the funny thing was, in real life, she didn't think that was true. Mark was not too small. She really liked his cock and loved having sex with him. And her toy was a good size, but possibly not "just right." Finally, she believed that, if the opportunity was there, Frank's would feel anything but too large. She thought that the additional girth might make her feel deliciously full.

She ran the dildo up and down her leaking slit, getting it nice and wet. Then she slid it inside and shuddered as she felt the initial intrusion and then the lovely sense of being full. She began sliding it in and out with the same slow pace that Frank had been using on his cock. She imagined that it was Frank's big cock -- Frank's big "frank," if you will -- sliding into her hungry pussy. She avoided touching her clit, she wanted to savor the feelings and the fantasy for a while. As she fucked herself slowly, she began pinching and pulling on her nipples with her free hand. Before long, she was slamming the dildo into her pussy and thinking of Frank dominating her. She had never thought of herself as a submissive, but in her fantasy, Frank was almost punishing her with his big tool.

Celia heard her pussy start making loud squishy sounds and then it happened. For the first time in her life, she squirted. Liquid came shooting out of her at high velocity. It shot a couple of feet up and off the end of the bed. As her orgasm seized her, she could hear her ejaculate splashing on the floor. She grunted and groaned loudly with each spasm of her orgasm. When it finally ended, she felt completely spent.

She used every bit of energy she had left to get out of the bed and survey "the damage" her orgasm had wrought. The sheets were very wet and there was a sizable puddle on the floor at the end of the bed. And one leg was covered in her juices. It was literally running down her leg, onto the floor. When she had mustered enough energy to clean up, she changed the sheets, cleaned the floor and her dildo, put everything back in its place, and fell instantly into a deep sleep.

Her last thought before drifting off was, "Thanks, neighbor."

Chapter 2

In the morning, Celia awoke and stretched. She got out of bed and wondered why her vagina felt slightly tender. Then she remembered her previous night. Two masturbation sessions in one evening, the second involving forcefully fucking herself with a dildo. And then she remembered how intense that second orgasm had been, the squirting orgasm that she had while she fantasized about her neighbor fucking her.

"Wow, what a night!" she thought as she brushed her teeth and dressed.

She was cooking breakfast (or dinner if you were on the night shift) for Mark and herself when she heard his car pull in. She plated their food and expected the door to open. When it didn't, she went out the garage door and saw her husband in conversation with the neighbor she had "interacted with" the night before. Her face instantly turned a deep red and she found it hard to breathe. Thoughts raced through her mind. Some rational, some not-so-much.

"Holy shit!" she thought, "What are they talking about? What if he tells Mark what happened last night? But why would he do that? What should I say? Should I say anything? What did I do? Was it really that bad? Didn't I stop it before it went 'too far?' What if he just told Mark, 'Good morning, neighbor, I'm glad you work nights because your wife has plenty of time to show herself to me... completely naked!'" Her head was almost ready to explode.

"Honey, come over here and meet our neighbor." Mark was beckoning her over. Celia tried to calm her breathing. She pasted a noncommittal smile on her face, and walked over to the fence between their houses.

"Frank, this is my wife, Celia. Celia, this is Frank Anderson."

Frank stuck out his hand and smiled at her. "How are you, Celia. I've seen you several times since you moved in. It's nice to finally meet you." Celia shook his hand and let out an almost audible sigh of relief.

"Nice to meet you too."

Celia was wearing a tattered old, cotton dress that she only wore around the house. And having just gotten out of bed, she wore nothing under it. She couldn't help but pick up on the fact that Frank had noticed her nipples pushing against the thin fabric. She also thought she saw him glance down at the hem of the dress, where the buttons had been pulled pretty tight by the few extra pounds she carried since she married. She had left the bottom two unbuttoned for comfort sake. Which meant that there was a gap in the material that stopped just short of where her pubic hair would become visible. And she couldn't help but notice a growing bulge down the right leg of Frank's gym shorts. As much as she hated to admit it, the sight of his growing cock made her nipples instantly harden. And she felt the beginnings of moisture appearing between her legs, especially when she remembered watching Frank masturbate the night before.

Celia shook her head to stop the thoughts when she heard Mark's voice. "Frank is a widower, honey. He lost his wife about a year ago. I told him that we'd have him over for dinner sometimes soon, so that he can try some of your wonderful cooking."

"Um... sure. That would be great. What do you particularly like to eat, Frank?" She honestly had not meant there to be any sexual innuendo to that question. But she immediately knew that Frank had found one anyway.

She hoped that Mark didn't notice the leer that crept across their neighbor's face. He stroked his salt and pepper beard as he seemed to consider the question. "Well... there are several things that I haven't eaten since Sarah passed." His eyes sparkled as he looked into Celia's eyes in a moment of silence. "How is your pot roast? That was always one of my favorites. And even if I could do it like Sarah did -- which I can't -- I would never cook that much food for myself."

"That's it then." Mark said, happily. "We'll invite you over for pot roast next Friday, that's my night off. Is that good, hun?"

Celia just nodded dumbly. Her mind was reeling again. She finally shook it off and said, "Mark, honey, we need to get in the house. Your dinner and my breakfast are getting cold. It was really nice meeting you, Frank."

Frank shook her hand again, holding it just a second longer than he should have. "It's my pleasure, Celia. I look forward to seeing soon." She didn't know if it was her imagination, but it seemed that Frank had emphasized the word, 'seeing' just a little more than the rest of the sentence. Either way, she hurried into the house.

Mark came in the door and sat at the table. He began to eat as Celia stood at the sink, with her back to her husband, absently rinsing a pan and looking out the kitchen window. She couldn't resist looking back at Frank as he puttered in his yard. When he looked up and noticed her at the window, he glanced around to make sure no one else was looking. Then he pulled the front of his shorts down and gave his half-erect cock a quick stroke as he winked at her. He put himself away and looked up to his upper window. He pointed to his watch and then held up ten fingers.

Celia was now incredibly turned on. Her breath was uneven and she felt like her nipples were trying to tear through her dress. She was now wet enough that a trail of her juices was starting to form on one thigh. Her face had reddened and she smiled at him tentatively as she almost imperceptibly nodded. Again she had to refocus as she heard her husband's voice.

"Come over and sit down, babe. Eat your breakfast." She moved over to the table and sat down, pushing her food around the plate. Mark glanced up and said, "Wow, babe! I didn't notice what you were wearing when I brought you over to meet Frank. You're sort of... exposed."

Celia was immediately embarrassed. When she sat down, her dress had really gapped open and her full bush was on display. She was red-faced as she tried to pull the bottom of her dress together.

Mark chuckled as he touched her arm. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, honey. That is one of my favorite dresses. It always turns me on when you wear it around without underwear. You know, come to think of it, I believe Frank may have noticed your dress as well. I think I saw him sneak a couple of glances at you." He paused and then said, "I was just thinking of what an older widower, like Frank, would think of seeing a young, sexy woman like you, naked. I'll bet that you would be enough to make his withered old cock hard again. And maybe give him a heart attack." He laughed to himself as he reached forward and slid his hand up her thigh, stopping abruptly when he felt her, now soaking wet thighs.

"Babe, what's gotten in to you? You are positively soaking wet." He slid one finger into her pussy and rubbed her inner lips with his thumb. Celia moaned.

"I can't help it, Mark. Sometimes I miss you when you're not here. I woke up horny this morning. Do you want to do it before you go to sleep? Or could we maybe do it before you go to work tonight?" She had trouble looking in his eyes while she spoke but thought her explanation sounded sincere enough.

"Does this answer your question?" Mark stood and, in a flash was naked, his cock bobbing in front of him, ready for sex.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Celia whispered.

"No." Mark almost growled. "I want you now." He pushed the dishes to the other end of the table and pulled his wife from her chair. He kissed her hard while he unbuttoned her dress.

"But Mark, the curtains are open,"

"So."

When her dress hit the floor, he put his hands under her butt cheeks and lifted her up, setting her easily on the table. She now wanted sex as bad as he did, maybe worse. So she lay back on the table and spread her legs. He penetrated her in one hard stroke. She gasped at the unexpectedness of the intrusion.

Celia had an immediate reminder that her pussy had been mildly abused the night before. But she was so excited and lubricated that there was only the briefest of pains, one that seemed only to add to her excitement. She locked her heels behind Mark's back and moved in opposition to him as he pounded into her, making his strokes even more powerful. She knew her husband. There was no way he was going to last long at this pace and with this level of ferocity. She was right. In just under a minute, Mark grunted deeply. He gripped her tits in both hands and slammed his hips into her pubic bone as his orgasm started. He jerked spasmodically as he filled her with his semen.

When his orgasm subsided, Mark let go of her breasts as his limp cock slid from his wife's swollen, messy pussy. He looked down and grinned at her. "See what you made me do? You are so sexy that I couldn't control myself at all. You caused me to make a mess. Look at how much cum is leaking out. Man, that was a load!" He chuckled. "There's cum on the table, the floor, and all over your pubes." He seemed almost like a master painter, admiring his work. And he was obviously finished with their sexual encounter.

Celia struggled to sit up, not wanting to make the aforementioned mess worse, but knowing there was no real way around it, without his help. And Mark appeared to be in no mood to offer much help. As she scooted off the table, she saw the pool that had formed on the floor and felt a veritable river flowing down her leg. For his part, her husband kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her for the meal -- and the sex -- and walked toward the stairs to their bedroom to get some sleep, leaving his mess and his dirty clothes behind.

She stood there and shook her head, wondering how the man she loved enough to marry could be so thoughtless. She was just about to go into the downstairs bathroom to clean up when she remembered that the curtains in the breakfast nook were opened. She looked up to see Frank peering over the fence. There was lust in his eyes and she could tell by his shoulder movements that he was stroking his cock. Her frustration at what Mark had just done -- which included using her and walking away -- overtook her. She looked at Frank and put her hand up -- palm facing him -- in a signal for him to wait. Then she walked to the stairs and listened. When she was sure that she could hear Mark, beginning to snore, she went back to the breakfast table, naked and partially covered in her husband's leavings.

Celia turned a chair toward the window and sat down. Even in her excitement, at first she had trouble getting herself to open her legs fully. But after a moment's hesitation she let her sexual desire and frustration overtake her. She spread her legs and Frank's eyebrows raised dramatically. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, imagining that he was licking her pussy from bottom to top. She shivered and touched herself. She ran a finger around her labia, feeling the heat and slickness. She circled her clit and shivered again. She could only see Frank's head and shoulders, so she gestured for him to move to an area of the fence where there were no bushes growing. He did so and she turned her chair again, to be directly facing him.

Frank now lowered his shorts to his ankles and stroked himself slowly, but with purpose. Celia again marveled at how much bigger around he was than Mark. She imagined how it would feel to have a real, live, hard, hot cock, larger than her favorite dildo, sliding in and out of her. She was now rubbing her clit harder and faster. Mark's cum was still oozing out of her, and it felt incredibly naughty to be showing all of this to their neighbor. She knew a powerful orgasm was on its way and she wanted it desperately.

Just as she was on the verge of cumming, she saw Frank's head go back and cum begin to fly from his cock. His shots were obviously not as forceful as Mark's but they were just as productive. Her own orgasm hit just as Frank fired his second salvo. She struggled to keep her eyes open, to continue watching Frank as she came. She bit her lip to keep from letting out the scream that was in her throat. Her body was shaking, her pussy was spasming but she still kept her eyes glued to this relatively unknown man outside her window who fired off another six shots before he was done.

Frank stood in his yard, deflating cock in hand, milking the last of the semen from it as it dripped down the chain link fence. He was enjoying the post-orgasmic sensitivity in the head as he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. That had been such a satisfying orgasm that he really did not want to put his shorts back on and carry on with the yard work. He just wanted to pick up his clothing and walk back in the house, naked from the waist down, and fall into his easy chair for a nap. But he was not moving from this spot until he could no longer see the beautiful and sexy Celia, who also seemed to be enjoying the post-orgasmic phase of sex.

Celia had two fingers sliding slowly in and out of her as she enjoyed the continuing vaginal spasms brought on by her orgasm. With the other hand she gently squeezed each of her breasts alternately. She watched Frank continuing to squeeze his cock, and suddenly she felt guilty about what she had just done.

She thought, "Was this cheating on Mark?" She had not had sex with another man. In fact, she had not touched anyone but herself. And yet, she felt like this would qualify as cheating. One thing was certain, she had no intention of telling her husband what she had done -- nor what had happened before.

She was about to stand and leave the window when she again saw Frank. He had his shorts tossed over his shoulder. His cock still had the occasional drop of cum on the tip. He was looking at her and smiling. He held his hands up and formed a triangle with his fingers. He stuck his tongue through the triangle and licked up and down. Then he made the gesture for "me and you," and winked at her. Celia knew that she should stop all of this right now and go explain to Frank that their game was now over. But instead, she stuck the fingers she had just had in her vagina into her mouth and sucked off all of hers and Mark's combined fluids. Then she smiled and winked back at him as she got up and started cleaning up. When she looked up again, Frank was gone.

Chapter 3

While Mark slept and Celia continued to unpack boxes and set up house, she mulled over what had happened in the last eighteen hours. She made a mental list:

• She had -- very unintentionally -- seen her neighbor masturbating;

• She just happened to be fresh out of the shower, and naked, when it happened;

• She had accidentally "almost flashed" he neighbor again this morning;

• Her "almost" exhibition had excited her husband enough that he had, to use an old euphemism, "had his way with her," in front of an open window, on the kitchen table;

• She had then watched the neighbor jerk off, while she also masturbated -- both to orgasm;

• And now, just thinking about everything, she was feeling excited all over again.

Celia sat down at the desk in their home office and opened her laptop. She fully intended to check her Facebook and email and then get back to her chores. But when she opened her mail app, her heart skipped a beat. There was something from a man named Frank Anderson. Her hand shook as she hovered over the icon. She clicked and the email opened. Immediately she saw that there were photos attached. But she didn't click on them immediately. First she read what Frank had written.

Dear Celia,

I hope that it is okay that I email you like this. Mark gave me all of your and his contact information, in case there is ever an emergency and either of us needs help. Here is my cell number (which he included). I am happy to text with you, if you think that would be okay.

You are the sexiest and the second prettiest woman I have ever encountered. (My Sarah was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, at least in my eyes.) Attached are some pictures I took today, after an incredibly exciting morning. I hope you like them. If not, just delete them and tell me. I won't send any more. I hope you will still be in the window tonight. I'm already excited about seeing you again.

Your admirer,

Frank

Celia unconsciously looked over her shoulder to make sure that she was alone before clicking on the folder of pictures he had sent. Her heart was pounding when she saw that he had set up his camera on a tripod and had taken close-up, high resolution pictures of his cock, both soft and hard. He had also taken a video of himself masturbating and another of him at the point of orgasm. She watched those two twice each. The final pictures were of Frank measuring and comparing his cock to household items, to give her a sense of scale. The tape measurements he photographed showed that he was seven and three quarters inches long and six and a half inches around. He held his erection close to a bottle of shampoo (as it happened, the same brand she used) and again close to a plastic bottle of hair spray. She was shocked to see the bottle of hair spray disappear behind his cock. He was not the size of a porn star, but Frank's cock was impressive enough to captivate Celia. She had one hand on her sex as she saved all of what Frank had sent her in a locked file on her cloud storage site.

Even though it shocked her to admit it, she wanted to watch Frank's videos again. And what shocked her even more was that she wanted to masturbate again while she watched them. But just as she was about to get comfortable and seriously get down to it, she heard Mark stirring. She closed her laptop and went upstairs to see what he would want to eat before his shift.

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As she stood in the kitchen, getting Mark's lunch ready for work, she wondered why it was that she had been so hyper-sexual since last night. Granted, she had seen a new, different, and larger-than-usual penis for the first time in her married life. But did that really explain why she had had more orgasms in the last day than she had had in the previous three weeks? She didn't think it did. But she was still trying to figure out what about her was changing.

She kissed Mark goodbye and watched him drive away before going back to her laptop. As she opened the top, wanting to get to Frank's videos, but the clock on her home page reminded her, she was supposed to be upstairs in the window at ten o'clock. Celia hurried upstairs and, just as she had the night before, took a shower. It was incredibly hard for her to keep from masturbating while she bathed. Through a mighty exhibition of willpower, she made it.

Just before ten o'clock, she went into the guest room, taking her dildo and a tripod with her. The light was still off in Frank's window, so she took the opportunity to set up the tripod next to the window. She mounted her phone and zoomed its camera in on her neighbor's window. She moved a tall stool next to the window and covered the seat with a towel. Finally, just as she saw the light come on across the way, she laid her dildo on the table next to her chair.

When she saw Frank, again standing naked by his window, her heart raced. She stood by her own window and hit 'record' in the video app on her phone. They gazed at each other and began to touch their bodies. Celia watched as Frank ran his hands through the thick black and gray hair on his chest. Because Mark naturally had very little body hair, she was fascinated by the thick mat of hair that covered most of her neighbor's body. Frank was doing the same thing she was, pulling and twisting his nipples. Celia shuddered as the electric tingle shot from her nipples to her crotch. She loved having her nipples pulled and almost tortured. The combination of pleasure and pain in here tits was bringing immense arousal to her pussy.

Frank reached out and opened the window in front of him, gesturing for her to do the same. She raised her window, an evening breeze blowing in, making her shiver deliciously. He leaned as close to the edge of his window as he could, holding his now erect cock in his hand. Celia checked her camera and reframed the shot, getting zoomed in as much as she could, while still getting a good quality picture. When she was satisfied with it, she sat on the stool and put her feet up on the window sill. She spread her thighs, making certain not to get her knee in her video shot.

She spread her legs as far as possible and looked across to see Frank checking his video shot. He moved back to the window and started to masturbate slowly. Celia had never let Mark watch her masturbate. She had always thought it would be too embarrassing, and that he would somehow judge her. But now, in her second time of doing it in front of her neighbor, she suddenly wanted more than anything to show Frank every inch of her womanhood. She ran her fingers around her inner labia, spreading her flowing lubricant all over her vulva. Then she surprised herself by using both hands to spread her labia wide open. Frank quickly moved to his camera and zoomed in some more, making certain that he was getting all the details. Celia held herself open for a minute, while she used her middle finger to flick the head of her clitoris repeatedly.

She found that the more intensely he watched her, the more excited she got. She enjoyed watching him masturbate, but she already seen that, earlier in the day. What was really fueling her excitement this time was watching his reactions to what he was seeing. Celia upped the ante slightly by trying to hold herself open with one hand while she inserted two and then three fingers of the other hand into her pussy. Frank leaned further out the window, not wanting to stop pulling on his cock, but needing hands to steady himself as he tried to get as close as possible.

It almost made Shiela laugh out loud, watching Frank try to get closer while not killing himself in the process. When she picked up her dildo and showed it to him, his eyes got as wide as saucers. He actually had to catch himself as he almost fell out his window. Celia laughed in fright and partially leaned out her window. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he said in a loud stage whisper. "I almost lost it, trying to get a better vantage point."

Celia knew that she was at a crossroads. But she threw caution to the wind and said, "Come through the backyard. I'll open the backdoor." Frank's eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

She just nodded. She got up, grabbed her phone, towel, and dildo, and headed downstairs. She shut off the light as she left the room.

Frank was standing at her back door, naked and shuffling around nervously. She opened the door. But before he could step in, she said, "Frank, I want you here. But you have to agree to my rules if you're coming in." He nodded vigorously. "The absolute rule is, no touching. You are welcome to get close to me to see whatever you like. But cannot touch any part of me. And we can both video if we want, but I'm trusting you not to share your copy with anyone -- and I mean anyone. What do you say?"

Frank's voice was little more than a croak when he said, "I agree!"

Celia shook her head in disbelief as they walked into her living room. She could not believe that she was actually allowing this to happen. No... that wasn't it. She could not believe that she was actually doing this. This was all on her. Frank might have fallen out of his window, but he would have been satisfied for them to stay in their individual homes. She sighed and said, "I want you to be able to see everything you want, so where would you like me?"

Frank looked around the room and walked over to the oversized ottoman that sat in the "L" of her couch. He pointed, "How about here?"

She laid her towel down on it. Then she set the tripod where she thought it would get good coverage. She encouraged Frank to do the same with his camera and tripod. When they both had video rolling, she sat on the ottoman and again began pulling on her nipples. When they were as long and hard as they could get, she reclined and spread her legs. Frank moved both cameras around until the shots were right while Celia began rubbing her vulva.

She felt like a totally wanton woman. And that excited her. But what really had her excited was watching Frank get closer and closer to her while stroking his cock. His eyes were riveted to her sex. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter to him other than her pussy. She somehow knew that she could now tell him to do anything. And as long as she kept masturbating while allowing him to watch, he would do as she said. She felt powerful.

Celia rarely had an orgasm without rubbing or vibrating her clit. She could usually get very excited through fingers, or a penis, or a dildo in her vagina. She seldom orgasmed from it though. But when she inserted the dildo into herself and began moving it, she knew that she was going to cum quickly. She grunted, "I'm going to cum, Frank. Get ready." Her orgasm struck like a bolt of lightning. Her hips pumped in the air against the artificial cock that filled her. Her pussy began to spasm rhythmically. And for the second time ever, a great gush of fluid escaped her. She screamed as the liquid gushed from her like a dam bursting.

As her body began to calm down and get back to normal, she looked at Frank and was shocked that he was completely soaked. He had had his head within six inches of her when she came. He caught her fluid fully in the face. His eyes were wide and her juices were running down his beard. She said, "I'm sorry, Frank. I didn't know that was going to happen. But I did warn you before I came."

Frank was trying to get all of the fluid that he could into his mouth. He repeatedly wiped his face with his fingers and then licked them clean. Between ministrations, he smiled at her and said, "Are you kidding? That was awesome! I used to love watching Sarah masturbate. But I've never seen anything like that. And while I was really enjoying your scent, tasting you is even better."

"Well... I'm glad you enjoyed that. It was unusual for me to have an orgasm without touching my clit. But now I really just need to rub myself to an orgasm. So again, you are welcome to watch from anywhere you like, but I would like to see you orgasm again."

She lay back again and began rubbing her clitoris hard and fast. Frank stood facing her, between her legs, looking down on what she was doing. He began stroking his cock at the same speed as her hand was moving. The two of them locked eyes for a moment and Frank croaked out, "This is so hot. I'm about to cum."

Unexpectedly, Celia said, "Shoot it on my pussy, Frank."

That was all it took. Frank barely had time to aim before his orgasm rocked him. The first blast shot out on her thigh. The second, and the subsequent six shots all found their target. When Celia felt the hot, thick liquid land on her vulva, her orgasm erupted. Her whole body convulsed, almost like she was having a seizure. She shook hard, both inside and out. Thinking about it later, she believed that she might have briefly lost consciousness. It was the single most intense thing she had ever felt.

Celia's breath finally returned to normal. She felt her body coming back from the alternate plane it had occupied. But she still didn't think she could sit up. In a caring and concerned way, Frank said, "Celia, can I get you anything? You probably should drink some water. And would you like me to get something to help you clean up?"

She felt very close to him in that moment. But she also knew this was a time to test her theory that she now had power over him. She said, "I would like some water. But I have a question for you. Have you ever tasted your own cum, Frank?"

He stood there silently for a moment, not sure why she had asked, or how he should respond. Finally, he said, "Yes. There have been times that I have cleaned my hand off with my tongue after I masturbated. And honestly, I often ate Sarah's pussy after we had sex, because sometimes she didn't want to shower again."

"I know the feeling, Frank. I desperately need to clean up, but I'm way too exhausted to shower again. Would you break my one rule and clean me up with your tongue?"

Frank's response was immediate. "Absolutely! Just let me get you a bottle of water first."

When he returned from the kitchen, he handed her the opened bottle and knelt in front of her. She drank deeply before pulling her thighs up to her chest and opening them wide. Not being completely familiar with the new rules, Frank leaned in and began gently licking his semen off her vulva, trying not to touch her too much, in case this was really supposed to be a utilitarian exercise. Even though he was not completely buried in her pussy, as he wanted to be, he was deeply enjoying the way she smelled and the taste of their combined juices. He cleaned everywhere he could see his cum. When he thought (regretfully) that he was finished, he raised his head. He made eye contact with Celia and she said, "I think there is still some right on my clit and maybe some that you missed inside me. Could you get all that for me?"

Frank just groaned loudly as he got permission to really eat this beautiful pussy. He spent the next twenty minutes licking and fingering her to three more small orgasms. When she finally pushed his head away, she sat up and said, "Frank, that was wonderful. Thank you. But we have to talk about this. I had no intention of having an affair, or otherwise cheating on my husband. I didn't intend for last night to happen. But when it did, it unlocked something inside me that I had never before experienced. Then this morning, when you watched us have sex and then you and I masturbated while we watched each other, that took it to another level entirely."

Frank interrupted her. "I hear you. But with all due respect to Mark, what happened this morning between you and him was not sex -- at least not loving, marital sex that I'm familiar with. He didn't have sex with you. He didn't even fuck you. It was more like he used your vagina to jerk off. And I was elated to be a part of the big orgasm that you deserved after that."

Celia reached for his hand and pulled him to her. She gently kissed his lips and said, "I love you for saying that. That is exactly what I was feeling in the moment. You need to understand this though, I still love Mark. I don't want to screw up my marriage. But I feel a great need to find out what the hell is going on with me. I have had multiple orgasms for two days straight. Before today, I had only ever had two orgasms in a twenty-four hour period once in my life... on my honeymoon."

"What do you think it is that is getting you turned on enough for all these orgasms? Could it be this?" He shook his limp cock at her and grinned.

"I have to say, Frank, you really do have a great cock. It is longer than I'm used to and very much bigger around. And if I was looking to fuck around on Mark, you'd be the first guy I would call. But it is not your cock that is causing this. I'm not sure, but I think what really gets me going is... being watched. Showing my naked body to you was a turn on. But showing you what I look like, wide open, wet, and swollen, that made me go off like the rocket you experienced tonight. I could feel your eyes on me. I could feel the power that my sexuality had over you." Frank was nodding along as she spoke.

"I think you may be onto something there, Celia." He locked eyes with her. "You are incredibly beautiful and sexy. And any heterosexual male; any lesbian; and probably a few gay guys, would want to look at you. I understand that you and I are not going to be lovers. I'm okay with that. But I would like to be a part of this journey you're on. Can I help you as you explore what it means to be an exhibitionist? I can video your adventures if you like, or maybe be your chauffeur. But I get a thrill from your thrills. Please let me help."

Celia smiled at him. "Yes. I think I'll take you up on that."

End of Part I