My Wife’s Erotic Secret

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“Alison took a deep breath. She wanted to cover her bare breasts, but the bindings around her wrists were tight behind her back. She wanted to run for cover, but those around her feet held her fast. So, instead she stood, naked, aroused, and a moment from orgasm, as the crowd stared, each of them wondering how she had arrived at that point. Alison wondered the same thing.”

Malcolm put the Kindle on his knee and took a deep breath. He’d borrowed the device from his wife so he could read on the plane, but he hadn’t expected to find something like this on it.

And even more than that he had the suspicion, the very strong suspicion, that his wife, Alison, had written the story was arousing him so. The author was listed as “A. A. Martens”. “A. A.” was his wife’s initials, and Martens was her mother’s maiden name. Even the main character shared her name: Alison. It was too much of a coincidence.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 24th May 2019

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It was another showery day, but I think my legs look pretty good in boots and a skirt, because the temperature is pretty good. I went and talked to Matthew a bit because his wedding is next month, and I get the feeling he might have a thing for boots too as he kept looking down at them. Men are so easy to read it’s unbelievable.

Ha said she was going to meet Lily and Mel (from the dinner) after work and would I like to come with her. I said sure, because I’m not seeing Kieran until tomorrow, and then when it came to go there were problems on the tube. Ha said we could take a hire bike, which I’ve never done before, and it’s been a long time since I cycled, but she said it was all down cycle lanes and only a mile and a half away so I gave it a go.

Cycling was more fun than I remembered, although there are a lot of really fast people zooming around which is a bit scary. And cycling in a skirt and boots, whilst worrying about not wearing any underwear, is not the best. I made sure I was sat on my skirt so the next person who hired the bike didn’t have to put up with my bare bum having been on the saddle!

Mel gave me a look up and down when she saw me and then I remembered that the only other time we’d met had been at Ha’s and I was naked! I can’t really work out whether she likes me or not, but perhaps she’s just one of those types that it takes a while to get to know. I can relate to that, funnily enough, but I felt like she was studying me again.

I didn’t realise how old she was, though. She’s in her thirties and doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. She used to work as a gym instructor, which I guess explains some of it, and she’s got very dark skin so I guess the English sun doesn’t really age her.

Anyway, we had a nice few hours, and now I’m back late and tired and need to stop writing.

Starting From Nothing

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“Stand up.” I did as I was told. She began to unfasten my belt and then looked down at my feet. I’d kicked my trainers off when I’d come into her house, out of habit, although I guess it wasn’t necessary since Lisa was wearing her boots indoors.

“Socks?” she said, “Really?” I laughed. It wasn’t so strange to be wearing socks!

She rolled up my trouser leg an inch and pulled at my sock, tugging it off my raised foot, and then performed the same routine with the other leg.

I remained standing and she unzipped my jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. I had the second surprise in as many minutes as I realised she was taking my knickers with them.

“I…” I began to protest.

“Sssh,” she said, “We need to start from the ground up.”

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 22nd May 2019

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It was like a proper welcome back to the office today as the heavens opened and we’ve had nothing but thunderstorms all day. It was Pilates night anyway, and boy did that hurt after eating and drinking too much at the weekend.

Ha was asking me about the weekend today and I wondered if Kieran had told her much. As soon as she mentioned it I started grinning and she said “That good?”. I’d be such a bad poker player. (Although maybe a popular strip poker player?)

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 21st May 2019

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London is not as warm as Paris. That may not be news to a lot of people, but I put on a short skirt, because I was feeling sexy as hell after my trip, and then had to go back indoors and put long socks on. But that wasn’t too bad as I think the startup guys actually like the socks.

I think I do my best flirting when I’m horny for Kieran anyway, and today I was very horny for Kieran. It meant I grinned and smiled at everyone, and some new marketing guy was probing about whether I was single or not. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t give him proper answers and he’s probably still wondering, but he didn’t get so far as trying to ask me out so he’ll just have to wait and find out some other time.

I wish Kieran lived at home with me now.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 20th May 2019

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I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun, and I’m exhausted by the whole thing.

So Friday we got to Paris, and I was so excited, and the hotel was near the station and I was feeling so in love with Kieran (yes! possibly actually in love!) that I wanted to make it as special for him as it already was for me. So as soon as I got into the room I just dropped my clothes on the bed as if it was exactly what anyone would do as soon as they got to a hotel room, and we had a little balcony up on the fourth floor so I opened the doors and leant on the handrail looking down at the street totally nude.

Nobody looked up, of course, but I don’t know if anyone in any of the other buildings could see me. But Kieran put his arm around me and then we kissed in the window, until finally I couldn’t take it any longer and we had sex on the bed.

It was only the afternoon and Paris was so much warmer than London so I put a light dress on (and nothing else!) and heeled sandals and we went out for a walk. It was lovely, and, erm, feeling a little cool air up my dress was nice too. We went to a café and Kieran had his hand on my thigh and I kept hoping he’d move it a bit higher up my dress.

Then we had dinner, in somewhere not too fancy but still nice, although I did wish I had a jacket or something by the time we were done. So Kieran gave me his and we walked back to the hotel while I wore it over my dress. My legs were a bit chilly, but I think we both found it pretty sexy that I was wearing his oversized coat. We ended up kissing in the lift up to the room and had only just got through the door before Kieran was on top of me. There was no stopping him and it was all a bit quick, but it’s nice to feel some real passion from him.

I had a little short summer dress for Saturday, and nothing else, of course, and we just walked around Paris, and then went on a boat trip up the Seine, and Kieran kept looking at my legs. That running and Pilates has paid off at least.

Then after dinner we were in the lift and Kieran said he couldn’t wait to get me out of my dress when I got back to the room, and I said he didn’t need to wait until then, and he put his hands underneath it and lifted it over my head and we kissed while I stood there nude! There was nobody in the corridor, but when we got back to the room I pushed Kieran onto the bed because I know that if he’s on top it all happens too quickly. So I made him wait, and had an idea of trying out the bondage tape.

Kieran didn’t know what it was and he looked a bit scared, which I kind of liked, and then the whole thing turned into an anti-climax because I hadn’t realised how strong it was and we had nothing to cut it with. So we didn’t use it at all. But I found other ways of making Kieran wait.

Sunday I sent Kieran out for croissants and coffee for breakfast and when he came back I was still naked when I opened the door, and we sat and ate breakfast and I dropped crumbs onto myself  which made it a bit less sexy but still pretty fun.

It seemed a shame to go out, but we still hadn’t been up the Eiffel Tower. If there’s one thing you need to know it’s that it’s a lot windier up there, and a short dress and no underwear is much more risky than on the ground. I had to hold it down while the wind was blowing, but we had a kiss at the top and Kieran had his hands on my bum and I’m sure it was showing a bit. It was amazing.

Then we had the best dinner yet and I spent half the time teasing him that I could just walk home naked now because it was our last night in Paris so even if they deported us we’d be home tomorrow. I could tell when he stood up that it was having the right effect, but it was still a bit cool outside as we walked back.

We were down a quiet street and I asked Kieran if I could borrow his jacket, and he said I could but I’d owe him. Then I said I’d swap it for my dress, and without waiting I pulled it over my head and held it out to him, standing there in the middle of the street in nothing but my sandals! He actually licked his lips, which was funny, but then there was a noise and I got a bit scared, but he was a bit scared of what might happen if we were seen so he gave me his jacket. But it was fun to walk all the way back with nothing but that on, and I’m really not sure it was long enough. The guy on reception at the hotel gave me a good look up and down and Kieran was grinning from ear to ear.

We ended up having sex while I was still wearing it and that really turned me on, because it was like I could feel Kieran on me all the time. I’m going to have to borrow more of his clothes in future.

So that’s what happened, and it was the most amazing weekend ever, and I’m all tingly just thinking about it. I don’t know how I’m going to get any work done tomorrow.