exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

The story is based on true events, embellished over time in my memory. If you like wife sharing, hot wife or nudity, you should like this story. Feel free to comment. Everyone is over 18 and no one was forced in these events. If offended, go elsewhere, if critical of my writing do what you wish, your comments will not help or hurt....

I got home from work Friday afternoon to find my garden tub full of bubbles, hot water, and my husband showered, shaved, and dressed for our weekly date night.
My husband had a margarita waiting on the edge of the tub, helped me out of my clothes and into the tub, told me he'd be right back, walked into our bedroom for a few minutes, where I heard him fumbling with bags, and returned with his cellphone in hand telling me he was going to take a few pictures of me while I bathed, shaved, and got ready for ...

Tits.
Damn, I love them. One-half of the reason I'm walking out onto this clothing optional beach is for the tits. The other half is, of course, to get naked in the great outdoors. I've been doing this for years, or at least since my wife passed away.
At my age, I've never felt it necessary to remarry. I never promised to not do so, and I always changed subjects when my wife brought it up. As her disease progressed, nothing could have been further from my mind....

"Bobby asked me to wear something sexy for the party... can you help me choose?"
Vanessa's Christmas party was tomorrow night. I was invited but apparently her boss Bobby was instructing my girlfriend on her attire. It hadn't always been easy to accept that my girlfriend was a slut, but it definitely turned me on. Vanessa was extremely aware of the effect it had on me....

For a few days after my very strange adventure with Jane, I didn't contact her much. To be honest I avoided her as much as I could. I left about work early, but returned rather late, or sometimes early enough to sneak about my room while the owner of the house was absent.
After those few days, something happened that I didn't suspect: the company I was working for had a serious setback. The manager said I would have to wait a few weeks....

Scarlett sat quietly in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant, the soft hum of conversation blending with the occasional clink of silverware. The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across her table, reflecting in the deep red of her wine.
She was alone.
It wasn't supposed to be that way--there had been plans, a promise of company. But in the end, it didn't matter. No one was coming, and she found she didn't care. Because across the room, she had found something else to focus on....

RACING THE ENEMY NAKED
The track team bully humiliates a young runner
by G. Lawrence
Nothing in this story really happened, the events are not likely to happen, and I don't advocate that anything in this story should happen. It is a fantasy not intended to reflect real life. This story has nudity but no sex. All of the characters are over 18 years old....

I stretched languidly in my bed as the morning sunlight filtered through my curtains. Another Monday in New York City. Another week of deadlines, client meetings, and being the only woman in an apartment with three very sexually active men. I smiled to myself, feeling the pleasant soreness between my legs from Daniel's unexpected visit to my room last night....

My name is Anja Van Osterberg and my story begins some years ago when I moved to the UK from Germany. I have a pretty face with round glasses, dark hair, cut and shaped into a neat shoulder length bob, 5' 6" tall with a slim figure, and keep myself fit with regular yoga workouts, and look damn good in Lycra I have to say. My breasts are not large, at 32 C but are noticeably pert and almost pointed which I have always enjoyed being played with. Not that they, or I, had had much attention of late, as I just d...

This is a work of fiction. Although many general ballet class descriptions are based on actual practices, the characters' behavior and exploits are fantasy embellishments created for this story. Any similarity to any event or person, living or dead, at any time is purely coincidental and unintentional. Everyone is over 18....

After I retired, I found myself traveling to New York. The city. I was to attend a meeting over a 3-day weekend. In the past, every time I traveled I was on a tight schedule and I never got to spend time sightseeing. I decided I would not make that mistake this time.
My ex-wife and my daughter had way more experience with pleasure traveling than I had and I discussed this trip with both of them. I figured they both knew me well enough that I could trust their advice. My daughter more than my wife....

If someone had asked Dylan Kellogg how he spent his typical Saturday night, for most of his adult life he would have answered 'playing video games' or 'watching anime'. Maybe 'going out to see a movie' or 'hanging out at the library' if he was feeling especially adventurous. However, for the past few months, his life had been anything but typical and that was largely thanks to the naked woman who sat across from him at the dinner table this particular Saturday night....

Cow Run

When you're eighteen and still not part of a cliché in high school there's little hope of you having an enjoyable senior year. That's part of the reason why I was breaking into my school with three other girls at three o'clock on an early Friday morning.
I had managed to get through the first three years without much of anything interesting happening, good or bad, but as I entered my senior year, I desperately wanted to be part of a social group that would elevate my status amongst the stu...

I am a college professor, 45 years old, teaching in an English Department at a large public university in the Midwest, and until recently, interactions with my female students had no element of impropriety to them at all. Tenured jobs do not come along every day, and as there is simply too much risk of things going wrong, I had kept my personal and professional lives very separate. That sentiment was severely tested when I received the following email:...

Tollia in Vonderland Ch. 01
---Premise---
*This is the sequel to Holly's Sales Training and Tia's Bucket List. It combines both characters and the blogs become a podcast. Central themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex. It's set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. This story plays with clichés and stereotypes in a satirical, ironic way. It shouldn't be taken too seriously or extrapolated to real life. The charac...

This was a little unexpected, Sarah thought.
The idea of stepping out onto the balcony had been such a part of her routine, she failed to take the distraction into account. So much for the reliable autonomy she'd entrusted her body to. Throw that betrayal on the pile.
The woman, her neighbor, seemed to have taken a moment to recover from her stunned amusement. No doubt she had seen Sarah before, and they had exchanged pleasantries from that same balcony, though not names. But her expression bore a chi...

Tom was lounging on his couch at his apartment when she messaged him.
what are you up to
He had seen her story posts earlier in the day and knew she had been day drinking at some vineyards with her girlfriends. He thought back to the last time they had messaged while she was out drinking with her friends and a smile crept across his face. The conversation had turned raunchy rather quickly when she had explained one of the girls she was out with had never received a dick pic. Needless to say that went ...

Me and my wife laugh as we take another round of shots in our living room. I shush her afraid to wake the sleeping baby. After our first child was born we had to find ways to have fun together that didn't always require a night out on the town. This usually included us getting drunk in our living room and watching our favorite movies. My wife tells me she will be right back and flashes a smile as she walks down the hall....

After cleaning out the garage and sorting through all the junk we've accumulated over the years together, Nix decided to get rid of some old clothes either for the charity shop or the Dump.
While tidying up, I came across a large box of electronics. Not wanting to throw anything valuable, I set it to one side to go through later....

A Warm Welcome in Southern Italy
The sun hung lazily over the rolling hills of Campari, casting golden light over the countryside. George and Carol had been in Italy for just a few weeks, settling into their rustic yet elegant country home on the outskirts of town. Life here was slower, simpler--a world away from their fast-paced days in the U. S....

For once, Veronica woke me up. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but V's voice was sharp and surprisingly cheerful, given how we had ended things last night.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" her voice rang out. "It's already almost lunch time. Did you not sleep well?"
"Umm," I kept my eyes closed but yawned and stretched. "Honestly, not really. I don't know, I guess I was just stressed."...

Island life, diverse with its local culture passed down through the generations, and the external influences brought via tourism and the Internet. The delicate balance between the two led to a change from conservatism to liberalism. This is very evident when it comes to sex.
Porn has essentially turned us into voyeurs, as we enjoy our fantasies played out before us on our computers. I have always had a strong interest in sex and watching people having sex. From the magazines and books, to the videos on t...

Author's note:
On a second thought, this could probably be part of chapter 4, but I'm publishing as I first wrote it so I'll keep it separate for now. It's a very simple chapter, but more is on the way.
Chapter 5: Mushroom Risotto
The first few hours flew by. Focusing on work actually helped taking her mind of her nudity, and Luke started acting more natural as they discussed worked related stuff. As far as Linda's behavior goes, Sophie might as well be dressed....

The year is 3024 and it's utter bliss. AI is at the centre of our universe now and we aren't really doing much. That's great for us, though. We sold our businesses and now just live off the profits. Joss, my husband was clever. He knew when the AI was close to perfection that he should sell his factories to the big tech companies. They weren't 'in it' for the factories and the machines that would make cakes and other mass-produced baked goods. These large AI companies wanted land for their technologies to f...

I celebrated as I clocked off work for the day at 4pm. For everyone else it seemed to be just another day of work done and dusted but for me, I had some special extra curricular activities planned. With a spring in my step, I hopped into my car and began my two hour drive south. My pre-packed bag sat in the passenger seat next to me, filled with various tiny items of clothing and sex toys, its presence teasing me all day while I slaved away inside the store at work....

It wasn't a particularly busy or difficult day at work, but it was bloody hot. The weather had gone from a few weeks of nice clear days in the mid to high twenties, Celsius that is (that would be mid-seventies to eighties for those in the U. S). Then, out of the blue, we were hit with two days in a row of forty degrees (one hundred and five Fahrenheit). Hardly unheard of in Australia, to be sure, but it still kicks your ass when it hits. On top of that, it happened to be a day when I had to be at several ho...

This is a slightly unusual story for me, but I hope you like it. It's a story that was told to me by someone who is definitely an exhibitionist and wants her story told but wants to remain anonymous. I was delighted that she chose me to turn her story into prose and publish it here. Did everything that's written here really happen? Only the girl knows. As she told me the story in a series of texts, she told me how excited she was......

So myself and my girlfriend Mia are going away for a break. Oh yes sun, sea and sex. My girlfriend Mia is blonde, bubbly, big tits an ass you could eat your dinner off. she's up for almost everything and loves sex and i love having sex with her.
She asks the neighbour next door to water her plants. I didn't want anyone in my space, but Mia says shes ok. So our neighbour Lillian, well she's older, long black hair, and fit. I've stroked my cock, many times thinking about Lillian. Oh yes....

STEPHANIE ROGERS
The storyline and characters are all fiction. I hope you enjoy...
Chapter One
My name is Stephanie Rogers, I am a 28 year old freelance journalist. The job certainly has its rewards when you get lucky with a top story, but it is also very competitive. You are always looking to see if you can invent a new angle to get yourself noticed, or make yourself that bit more saleable....

WrestleMania Where I lose
Tracy is a bitch. I hate her guts. I call her 'Trashy Tracy' to her face. She had been my boyfriend's girl before he hooked up with me. He had been fucking her. She took his cherry before I could get it. She still had the hots for him and didn't like me at all. I'm Abbie....