Chapter 1

My name is Karen. I am a reasonably attractive young woman. I am five foot, four inches tall and weigh one hundred and twenty-two pounds. I work out. To be honest though, I pay for a lot more months at the gym than I actually use. But I have a good figure. My breasts are smaller than I would like. But I have come to realize that the number of women who feel that way is legion. My husband seems to like them the way they are. I have light brown hair, when I am not a blonde. My hair varies from shoulder length to just below my shoulder blades. I am twenty-four years old and have been married for two years. My husband is an NCO in the U.S. Army.

I am not able to have children. That's never been a problem for me. I am apparently missing the gene that makes women crave motherhood and babies. Fortunately for me, my husband seems to lack the gene that drives men to want to father children. We both love kids when they belong to other people and we don't have to spend too much time around them.

There is one other thing that makes us a little different than most other young married couples. We both enjoy showing me off, discreetly, of course. I don't walk around the neighborhood in the nude. Come to think of it, though, I bet that would be exciting. I will occasionally flash truckers on the Interstate when we are out for a ride. We also enjoy it when I flash men at nearby tables when we are out for dinner.

We aren't swingers. Neither of us has expressed an interest in sex with other partners. Just showing off, turning on strange men and ourselves in the process. But we have recently included another person in our games. Things are beginning to change.

Ted is a very good friend of mine from work. Ted and I tell each other everything at work. If he were not a tall, well built, black man he would be my best girlfriend.

One day at work I let it slip about the little game of exhibitionism my hubby and I like to play. Ted's eyes lit up like you would not believe and for days he kept bringing up the subject. He asked me to tell him about what I had done and how it felt and how my husband reacted. His questions became more and more probing.

I was reluctant to open up that much at first. But I found that talking about it to Ted was almost as big a turn on as doing it.

Then, one day he talked me into demonstrating. We had been talking about it and I was kind of turned on and the next thing I knew I was slowly spreading my legs and sliding down slightly in my chair until the crotch panel of my panties was completely exposed through my pantyhose.

Ted groaned out loud and stared at my exposed crotch for a few moments. He stared at the tingling juncture of my legs until I could feel his eyes on me. Then he suggested that it would be a much better view if I would remove my pantyhose.

I smiled at him, a teasing smile. I was probably more turned on than he was at that moment. I didn't even have to think about it. I knew I was safe here in the office. We had nowhere near enough privacy to actually have sex even if I wanted to. I stood up and headed for the door.

He asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to the ladies room to remove my pantyhose. He told me to stay. He wanted to watch me take them off. I have to admit, the idea excited me. But I was nervous about someone walking in and catching me in the act of removing them. There would be no explaining that away.

I hesitated for a few moments. I really wanted to do it. But I was afraid.

Ted could sense my dilemma. He got up and walked over to the door, blocking it with his body. If anyone tried to open the door it would hit him and stop, giving me time to rush to my desk and slide my legs underneath.

I stood facing Ted, about ten feet away. I slipped my shoes off and then I reached for the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up to my waist. I turned my back to Ted, slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pantyhose and, keeping my legs straight, bent slowly and rolled them down my legs. I removed them and slowly put my shoes back on. I felt like everything was happening in slow motion. I turned around to face Ted. My skirt was still around my waist.

At that moment I was as aroused as I had ever been in my life. Then I noticed the huge tent in the front of Ted's pants and gasped.

I am not sure what would have happened next if someone had not opened the door to our office. The door hit Ted and stopped. I scrambled for my desk and quickly sat down. Ted grabbed the door knob and pulled it open, acting as if he had just been reaching for the door to leave. Luckily for him he is a large, black man and his excitement was not so obvious in his face.

My face, on the other hand, must have been bright red. Fortunately I was able to sit with my back to the door and work at my computer while Ted left with our coworker who had come looking for him.

I was thankful for the interruption. I needed the time to regain my composure. All I could think about right then was how much I needed a good hard cock. Then I thought about the front of Ted's slacks and wondered. I had never seen a black cock in real life. I had never seen a very large cock of any color. Then I started thinking about what I was going to tell my husband.

It took me a while. But I finally cleared my head and got back to work. Ted returned in a few minutes and we smiled at each other. But we both had work to do and we never even mentioned what had just happened.

It seemed to take forever for that workday to end. I had to struggle constantly to concentrate on my job. But finally it was time to go home. I grabbed my purse, with my pantyhose stuffed inside, and hurried home. My husband gets off a half hour before I do. He was already home. As soon as I got in the door I attacked him. I rushed him into the bedroom and started undressing.

He, being a man, needed no further encouragement and also undressed. We jumped into bed and I told him that if he would eat my pussy and give me a couple of great orgasms I would tell him about something that happened to me today that was really going to turn him on. My husband has a nice cock. It isn't real big. It's about six inches long. It's not real thick either. It is, in fact, perfectly average. But it is nicely shaped and clean and pretty. I like it. I like it a lot. I like to touch it and taste it and I like having it in my pussy. He is a very thoughtful and considerate lover, too. I haven't a single complaint about his cock or his ability to use it.

But what he does better than any other man I have ever had sex with is eat pussy. Don't get me wrong. I have not had sex with that many men. There have been four including my husband. But he never fails to get me turned on and he never fails to get me off, usually many times.

He enjoys eating my pussy as much as I enjoy sucking his cock. He eagerly complied with my request. I spread my legs and Dave started licking around my thighs and my stomach, teasing me with his tongue and the light caress of his fingertips running lightly over my sensitive skin. I began to tell him about what happened with Ted today. I didn't get far before the first orgasm hit me. I was still almost as turned on as I had been in the office when I had put on that little show for Ted. It was a short story. Not that much had actually happened. It was a difficult story to tell though. I had to keep stopping for orgasms.

Before long I had told him everything, in minute detail. As soon as I finished he got to his knees and attacked me, plunging his cock into my sopping wet pussy and fucking me violently. He was so excited that he came almost immediately. He wasn't done though. He stayed in me and stayed hard and in a few minutes he was fucking me again.

Damn! It felt so fucking good!

At last we came together and then lay on our sides facing each other. We talked a little about what had happened and both of us were sorry that he could not have been there to watch.

The next morning I got up and showered and I was getting dressed for work. My husband has to get up early and go in for PT (physical training) before work. I laid out a nice dress and a lacy bra and panty set. I picked out a pair of pantyhose and started to get dressed. I put on the panties and bra but as I held the hose up I thought about yesterday and put them back down. I put on my dress and headed for work.

Ted wasn't there when I arrived. I put my purse in my desk and sat down. I turned my computer on and as it booted up I looked over at where I stood yesterday and pictured what had happened. Just then Ted came in and smiled his usual friendly smile. He went to his desk and we both acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us yesterday.

We are both Programmer/Analysts for the Government. We work on an Army base in the Southwestern U.S. We each worked at our terminals for about an hour and then it was time to go get a cup of coffee in the break room and just kind of stretch our legs. We did it every day at about the same time.

I noticed when I stood that Ted did a double take. He noticed that I wasn't wearing hose. He smiled but didn't say anything. We went down the hall and got some coffee. We spoke briefly with some of our coworkers before taking our coffee back to our office.

We normally work with the door closed. We share the building with the Judge Advocate General's Office and there is often a lot of traffic from troops coming in and out. Sometimes it gets pretty noisy and distracting if the door is open.

For a long time it has been our habit to take this morning coffee break. Ted would sit at his desk and I would sit in the chair in front of his desk facing him and we would talk. We would gossip, flirt a little, talk shop, whatever came up. We both knew in advance what the topic would be today.

As soon as we were seated he asked me if I told my husband what I did when I went home yesterday. I grinned, wondering if he was worried about a jealous husband. He had met my husband several times. But they didn't really know much about one another.

I grinned and nodded my head.

Ted asked how my husband had reacted.

I told him, in great and glorious detail, about how we had made love as soon as I got home last night. As I talked I slowly began moving my legs apart. It was getting almost as hot in the office as it had yesterday. The lacy panties I wore were almost transparent when they were dry. I didn't have the nerve to look, but I was pretty sure they were not dry right now. While I talked, Ted stood up and moved out from behind his desk.

He moved over beside me and the large bulge in his pants was nearly in my face. He casually reached down and just as if he had every right in the world to do so, he slowly pulled my skirt up just a bit further so that the crotch of my underwear was visible from where he stood.

Finally I had to look. I was right. My underwear was soaking wet and completely transparent! We could both plainly see the swollen lips of my aroused sex.

Neither of us moved for a moment. Neither of us spoke, either. At that moment I'm not sure that I could have.

Ted stared at my exposed underwear for a moment longer. Then he slowly bent down and lightly moved his finger over my clit. The moment his finger touched me I had an instant orgasm. He watched me tense up and groan loudly as I struggled to keep quiet through an obvious orgasm. Then he turned and went back to his desk.

When I was sufficiently recovered I checked the time and was disappointed to see that our break was over. It seemed to have passed in an instant! I got up and walked unsteadily back to my desk and we both went back to work.

Nothing more was said and I was glad that there was no uncomfortable moment between us. Neither of us seemed to be embarrassed. Except for those few minutes of incredible excitement during our morning break we both behaved normally throughout the morning.

That afternoon, during our mid-afternoon break, I was once again sitting in the chair in front of Ted's desk. He asked me to tell him more about our flashing adventures. He was interested in the details. He wanted to hear not just what we did, but how we felt about it, what was in our minds when we did it.

I started telling him about a recent trip and the fun we had flashing truckers. As I talked I spread my legs until they were as wide apart as the arms of the chair would allow.

I watched him adjust his large cock in his pants and then openly massage that large lump in the front of his slacks as I told him all about how I had begun the day exposing my bra and panties to truckers. I described how excited my husband both became when I gradually started getting bolder until I was riding naked and playing with myself as my husband drove the car down the highway beside one eighteen wheeler after another.

When I paused at the end of my little narrative, Ted told me to pull the crotch of my panties aside so that he could see my pussy. I know that he had already seen my moist slit through my transparent underwear. I knew that they were so wet right now that he could see through them. Still, the act of moving them out of the way and baring my pussy as I sat right in front of him was extremely exciting. I was also aroused by the way he had told me to do it. It had not been a request. It had been an order! That was exciting too.

I carefully grabbed the sopping wet crotch of my panties with two fingers and pulled them out and away from my pussy. I held them that way for a moment. The heat coming from his eyes staring at my exposed pussy was palpable.

My breath caught when he ordered me to put my finger in my pussy.

Without hesitation I slowly inserted my finger into my sopping wet pussy and gently moved it in and out a few times. When he told me to suck it clean I didn't hesitate. I moved my finger to my mouth without question and while our eyes locked I sucked my finger as if it were a cock until all traces of my juices were gone.

When my finger was clean I released my hold on the crotch of my panties and let them snap back into place over my pussy. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. When I was reasonably certain that I could walk again I got up and moved back to my desk. As I sat back down I discreetly pulled the back of my skirt up enough so that the juices pouring out of my pussy would not leave a stain.

Again, as soon as we got back to work, after a long moment in which we both composed ourselves and caught our breath, our banter returned to the normal office banter. That was a relief to me. I enjoyed what we were doing at least as much as Ted did. But I didn't want to ruin our friendship or affect our working relationship.

Just like yesterday evening, I rushed home right after work and there was a repeat of the exciting sex of last night. I told my husband everything that had happened today, every juicy detail.

After we were both sexually satisfied and pleasantly exhausted we held each other close. We were lying on our sides and spooning as we talked quietly. Dave started to wonder out loud where this might be going. He noted that Ted was obviously urging me to go a little bit farther each time. He asked me how I felt about where this might be heading.

It may seem strange, but I had not considered it. I wasn't thinking ahead or pausing to wonder where this might be going. I was just enjoying the excitement of the moment. The things that we were doing were taking place in a relatively safe environment where there was no possibility of us actually having sex. I was just enjoying being an exhibitionist and getting Ted so turned on he couldn't get up from his desk for half an hour.

I hadn't really thought about actually having sex with Ted. I asked Dave if he wanted me to stop. He was quick to say no. I asked him what he would think if I went further, if I actually had sex with Ted.

He didn't answer for a long time. I could tell he was thinking about it because I could feel his cock getting hard again and begin sliding slowly up and down, nestled snugly in the crack of my ass. Finally he told me that there was nothing I could do to make him stop loving me, or respecting me.

That didn't directly address the question. But his honest answer to my question was pressed against my ass. He was just as excited by the things that Ted and I were doing as I was. We had talked in the past about how our sexual appetites were a little different than those of most people. I knew these things we were doing turned Dave on. But it was reassuring to feel his hard cock pressing against me. That's a barometer that is impossible to fake.

He went on to admit that listening to what had happened to me at work the last two days had been a huge turn on. Then he admitted something I did not know. He said that he sometimes had fantasies of me having sex with other men.

He asked me how accurate my description of what happened had been. I had given him as accurate and descriptive an account of what took place as I could. I don't believe I left anything out. He pointed out that in only three short sessions Ted had progressed to the point of giving me orders.

Dave knew that my favorite fantasy was of submission. The idea of being dominated and used and even slightly abused was one that I had enjoyed since puberty. Dave and I had played at it. But he is just too damned nice to be a real good dominant. That was okay. We had a great sex life and it was probably better to keep that fantasy in the fantasy world. Especially since we were talking about someone I work with.

That was about as far as our conversation went that night. We were both highly aroused again and after another round of very satisfying sex we drifted off to sleep. We awoke an hour later and, refreshed from our nap we got up and had supper. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched television for a few hours. Just like normal people!

The next morning was Saturday. After breakfast we went shopping. Before we went to the grocery store we stopped at the mall in town. It wasn't a very big town, or a very big mall. There was not a whole lot to do in this town besides shop. We walked around the mall, me in my mini dress that buttoned down the front and was open from the bottom to just below my crotch.

We were walking around, turning on every guy that happened to look my way, and ourselves of course. We stopped in one of those little specialty shops, the kind that specializes in lingerie. Together we picked out a handful of cute little panties and a couple of new outfits to wear to work that were sexy, but not so sexy that anyone would object.

We left the mall and went grocery shopping. Then we headed home. After putting the groceries away and eating lunch, Dave suggested a fashion show. He wanted me to model my new underwear. I had tried on the outer clothing we had selected in the mall and he had seen them on me. But he had not seen me in the new panties. It sounded like fun to me. I started to get up and head for the bedroom to change into a pair of my new panties but he stopped me.

I sat back down and he got the phone book out. The next thing I knew he was talking to Ted on the phone! I listened in surprise as I heard Dave tell Ted that we had just bought half a dozen new pairs of panties and I was going to put on a fashion show. Then, he asked Ted if he would like to come over and enjoy the show!

My head was full of questions as Dave hung up the phone. Did he really want me to have sex with another man? With a large, black man at that! Did I really want that? Would it screw up what we both thought was the perfect marriage? But then I started thinking with my raging hormones instead of my brain and thought, "What the fuck, go with the flow!"

Dave told me to go put on a t-shirt and one of the new panties, a pair of my loose jersey exercise shorts and a pair of shoes with heels.

I went to the bedroom and changed. As I was in my room, getting undressed and then getting dressed as Dave had suggested, I was so excited that my breathing was labored and think I could actually hear the blood racing through my veins.

When I returned to the living room I found that Dave had made us both a strong drink. That was just what I needed to settle my nerves. We sat in the living room and finished the drinks before Ted arrived. We didn't talk much while we waited. But Dave said enough to reassure me that whatever happened, it had nothing to do with how we felt about each other.

At first I didn't think that exposing my underwear to Ted outside of the office would be as exciting. A part of the excitement of doing this at the office was the added risk of all those people around at work and an unlocked door that could open at any time. That was part of the thrill.

Now, though, I was faced with the incredibly exciting prospect of exposing myself to a large black man in front of my husband. It really added to the excitement that he was a man that was inclined to take command. A man who would very much like to make me suck his cock or lie on my back and take his long black cock into my sopping wet pussy, right in front of my husband.