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Prelude:
Much of my selfimage has been shaped by men and patriarchal taboos. From being molested as a child to being ignored at home, and shunted aside at school, to being called slut and whore whether I had or not, and it was mostly not.
Dave has tried to help me shape my selfimage, but because he’s there, supporting me and encouraging me in everything I do, I am still at the mercy of a man. Dave disagrees but says I shouldn’t change that. And maybe he’s right. The readers who have called me a useless slut and whore for sharing my stories has reinforced my resolve to be myself.
is just one part of my life. I’m sharing the stories here because these adventures have electrified my love life with my husband over the years.
Chapter one:
When I got home from work at the diner, I was beat. Moving from nights to days had been the change from a three hour rush for bar crowd to an eight hour constant stream of customers wanting everything from breakfast to dinner.
I was tired.
I dropped my clothes in the hallway and started the shower. Dave popped out of his home office and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He mauled my sensitive breasts and manically nipped at my sweat covered neck.
“Ummm I’m hungry and you smell like hamburgers and French fries.”
I giggled. “Stop. I stink. Let me get cleaned up and get a cup of coffee in me.”
He spun me around and kissed me hard. He slipped his hand between my legs.
“Stop…” But I really didn’t want him to stop.
He did though. “It was hot when you came home still leaking Larry’s cum.” Dave kissed my forehead. “Too bad no opportunities have surfaced lately.”
I blushed. I hate being reminded that I’m such a slut I fucked my boss, and had other ‘lovers’. Well, I don’t always hate it. I like being naughty, but I’ve been called slut and whore most of my adult life until I met Dave.
“It’s not that there aren’t opportunities, it’s that I don’t want to be a slut and a whore. He called me that the whole time we were married. I might have deserved the whore part when he forced me to trade for his beer money. If I’d known you then I’d have run rather than fuck that old man.”
“I didn’t know that was bothering you still.” Dave caressed my face.
“It always bothers me. I’ve learned to live with it, and get past the pain, but the truth is there.” This memory used to leave me cold, but Dave’s unholy interest in my life brings heat to even my bad memories.
“If you hadn’t been threatened. If you had done it of your own accord, the idea of you selling your body is so hot to me…”
“You are sick, Dave,” I kissed him hard. “But I love you.”
“I’d love to see you work in a strip club. Getting naked on stage and men giving you money to touch you.”
“Gross.”
“Would you do it?” He grinned at me and cupped my breasts.
I looked away.
“If I had to. To feed the kids. I could do it.” My voice croaked. His questions were making me hot. “It’s naughty. I like naughty.”
“So is taking money for . You did that with Larry.”
“I didn’t ask him for money. He likes giving it away.” The truth was that Larry thought he was paying for . And that he could hire me to service his friends. That was a sobering realization. Also, the reason we stopped fooling around.
“Do you feel bad for your adventures since you’ve been with me?”
“Sometimes. But it’s different knowing you care about me and aren’t going to beat me for being ual. Still, I don’t like being tagged as a slut and there is a lot of talk at the diner.” More than talk. Despite my boss, Larry’s, assurances that his wife didn’t mind him philandering she came in the diner when she got back from Florida and expressed her displeasure to me personally. I was lucky not to lose my job. But I did lose any positive reputation I had.
“I know about the talk. I’m sorry. Gossip is rough.”
Dave said the right things, but his cock told the truth. He loved it when I was naughty. I slipped down to my knees and unzipped his pants. His rigid cock sprang free, and I kissed it while it bounced in front of me.
Then I sucked it into my mouth.
I gave Dave one of my best blowjobs. Our friend Scott showed me how to do it right. Plenty of hand and wrist. Plenty of tongue and spit.
I wanted Dave distracted. The hall pass had been fun but the thing with Scotty had been too intense. And the business with Larry had been too intense, though he tipped well. I missed being naughty, but I didn’t want to do the things I’d been doing. Not really. I’d known most of the guys and it had made the experiences too personal.
Dave dug his fingers into my scalp. His cock swelled in my mouth, and I opened my throat to let it slide as far in as he could go. Just as I got him seated in my throat, he came. The ropes shot into my throat and threatened to choke me. I backed off and let him spew the last of his cum on my breasts.
“Holy shit…” Dave leaned against the bathroom counter. “What got into you?”
“I need a shower.” I rubbed his cum into my chest. “We can play afterwards, OK?”
“Sure…” Dave moaned. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”
Under the hot water I thought about being naughty. I never gave blow jobs like that before our friend Scotty had seduced me. Or had I seduced him? But I’d been naughty. Scotty had been naughty. Showing Dave what Scot taught me had been naughty.
Was everything that excited me ually about me other guys?
I didn’t think so. I’d never thought much about infidelity as a turn on until I finally decided to leave Mac, my first husband. Then I had what they call a revenge fuck with a soldier from the installation.
Then when Dave and I started going out, sneaking over to his place after work to screw all day Sunday was naughty. I fantasized about that a lot. I didn’t realize until Dave started asking me about the men I’d known that my first boyfriend and I’d done the same thing. We’d meet at a ‘friend’s’ apartment, have , sit around half naked and talk, have again. He’d been a lot older, and I’d been jailbait, which had made our time especially naughty.
I wanted to be naughty, without being a slut, but I didn’t know how.
Chapter two:
“This isn’t the beach.” I complained as Dave pulled into the trailhead for the state walking trails. The area was a pristine woodland with intimate trails under first growth (or really old second growth) trees. The sun’s heat on the parking lot pavement aggravated me, but the shade of the trees promised coolness.
“Didn’t say we’re going to the beach, just to wear your bathing suit. You say you want to do something naughty, and I’d like to take some photos of you walking naked in the forest.”
“Naked? There’re people here.” I waved at the three or four parked trucks in the lot.
“So? You can hide behind a bush if anyone shows up. Go ahead and strip to your bikini.”
I looked at the lot. It was empty of any life besides Dave, me and some birds. There hadn’t been any traffic on the highway behind us yet. I’d liked the idea of getting naked in nature. I shrugged and pulled dropped my shorts. I kicked them up and Dave and pulled my tee shirt over my head. “All right, here.” I dropped the shirt on his camera.
Dave grinned and quickly cleared my shirt from the camera lens. He started shooting photos as he circled around me. “I want you to take off your bikini top as you walk across the parking lot to the trailhead.”
“I’m going to get in trouble.”
“It’s state land. You’re allowed to go topless. Drop your bottoms once you get to the trailhead.” Dave stuffed my shirt and shorts into a small backpack.
“And where are you going to be?” I asked as I reached behind to undo the hook on my top.
“I’m going to be looking for places to get good shots of you either in front or from the side. Or from behind.” He plucked my top out of my hands and backpedaled across the parking lot.
I didn’t have any choice but to follow him, so taking him at his word that I could go topless, I dropped my arms and walked across the parking lot with my head up, firm in the knowledge that I wasn’t being a slut, just an exhibitionist.
When I caught up to him at the start of the trail, Dave had his hands out for my bathing suit bottoms. I shrugged and stepped out of them. I flicked them up in the air with my toe and he caught them and stuffed them in the backpack.
“Now walk down the path. I’m going to cut up ahead and try to find a good spot for candid shots.” And with that Dave jogged ahead of me until he was out of sight around a bend.
Naked and alone might be a fun title for a reality TV show but I have never felt more exposed than standing on that trail with everything hanging out. I shivered and not the good type of shivering where I’m feeling y. The forest rose around me, a living thing with sounds. I don’t know what the sounds were. Maybe birds chirping, and squirrels squirrelling. A branch snapped and I started off at a fast walk the direction Dave had gone.
After a few minutes walking in the nude stopped being naked and became freeing. I love the outdoors and the birds and the little creatures. I didn’t hear another person out there; except I knew Dave was around me somewhere trying to get photos. The adventure had mellowed from naughty fun to just fun.
I trusted Dave but sometimes his ideas weren’t very well thought out. Around the curve the trail broke off into two paths. Dave hadn’t waited to show me which one to take. I couldn’t guess so I took the lefthand trail. I trusted Dave wanted to find me so he could take photos, and the trails were connected someplace, so I started walking.
After about five minutes I was sure I’d taken the wrong path. Dave should have been in front of me. Instead, I walked around a sharp bend straight into a tall man.
“Was ist los?” the man called out in a guttural language as he grabbed my arms to keep me from being knocked over.
“Ha!” a second man came up behind his friend. “She is naked. This is good.”
I found my balance, but my savior didn’t release my arm. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm. “Thanks, you can let go now.” I pulled away from him.
“Why are you naked?” he asked. His hands moved towards my breasts.
I stepped out of his reach and smiled at him. “No touchee. You can look but don’t touch.”
He dropped his hands to his sides. A few years ago, I would have panicked. I had been so traumatized that the idea of being naked near or being touched by other men freaked me out. But with Dave’s blessing, the last few men I’d been with had restored my faith in people. Hopefully these guys wouldn’t disappoint me.
“OK. OK. Why are you naked?” he asked.
“My husband dared me to walk the trails naked.” I scanned the woods for a hint of Dave.
“Where is your husband?” The smaller man asked.
“He’s around here somewhere. I think I took a wrong turn.”
“Your nipples stand up so tall.” The first man reached his hand up again, and I flinched away. “I’m sorry. May I touch you?”
My naughty libido stepped up, but my paranoia switched to overdrive. “No, you may not. I’m going on my way now.”
The second man looked at his forward friend and smiled. “Let us walk with you. We will keep you safe until we find your husband.”
Oh crap. Dave might not want to be found now, the dirty bastard.
“OK, I guess. As long as you’re respectful and don’t touch me. I’m nervous enough just walking nude without worrying about being molested.” I stepped away from them towards the trail.
“We understand.” They nodded and stripped out their shirts.
“What are you doing?” I looked at them in disbelief. Both men were lean, and wellmuscled. They might talk politely but they were definitely thinking naughty thoughts.
About me.
Shit.
“We hike naked all over the world. It brings us closer to the nature,” the first man said.
“Ja, this is the natural way.” The second man dropped his shorts and revealed a substantial uncut cock.
Both men were fit, not skinny but no fat on them with sharp lines for lean muscles. When the first man dropped his shorts, his little gentleman wasn’t sleeping but standing at firm attention. He caught me looking and grinned.
“Well, if we’re getting comfortable with each other, what are your names?” I asked. I thought about trying to run away but I’m not a runner. I could only hope these guys were decent.
“I’m Johann,” the first adventurous fellow said as he packed his backpack with his clothes.
“Und I’m Ulrich,” the second one nodded.
“Well, Johann, Ulrich. My name is Donna and my husband, wherever he is, is Dave.” I took a deep breath. “Just because we’re all naked does not make this an invitation. Do you understand?”
“Of course,” said Johann with a grin, his erect cock bobbing. “But we can appreciate your beauty.”
I rolled my eyes. I know I’m no beauty. I’m thirtyfive with four kids and I work in a diner. Dave thinks I’m beautiful because I love him, and he loves me. And some men want me for . Or something. Our friend Scotty got beyond the ‘just friends ‘ stage.
So, we hiked along the trail and the boys shared stories of their travels. They had hiked all over Europe and wanted to explore North America. I became fascinated despite my initial concerns.
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve seen on the trail?” I asked glancing over at Johann’s chubby. It had relaxed some as we walked and talked.
“You talk about playing a game of dare with your husband. We saw a woman tied between two trees, naked and blindfolded. We offered to let her loose, but she said no, she was waiting for someone to come by and molest her.” Ulrich laughed.
“What did you do?” I couldn’t believe this .
“We did what she asked and molested her. She seemed to enjoy it.” Johann grinned at me with a long look at my breasts with their erect nipples.
We had been walking for a while with no sign of David. He had to be watching to see what would happen. “Do you guys have any water? I’m parched.”
We stopped by a fallen tree. Ulrich produced three bottles of water from his backpack. I sipped at mine as I searched the brush for my missing husband. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to show himself until this situation had resolved. I know he’s fine with me being a slut, but I’m not fine with it.
On the other hand, as we sat on the log, Ulrich on the left side of me and Johann on the right, casually bumping our legs together as we talked about their journeys, I started getting hot and wet. These were nice guys and they were sweating pheromones.
“We’ve told you a lot of our stories, maybe you have some to share with us? You seem like an adventurous lady.” Johann leaned into my shoulder in a friendly gesture that pushed me into his friend and made my boobs bounce.
“Stop it.” I said but with a smile. “OK I’ve got a couple of stories. Mostly I don’t tell them because I don’t want to get labeled as the town slut.”
“Slut is not a word I understand,” said Ulrich. “My mother always said she had to turn over a lot of stones to find a diamond like my father. But she had fun turning the stones.”
“Ha,” I laughed. “Not the way I was brought up. was something you did to get a guy who would support you, and hopefully he wouldn’t beat you.”
“That’s a sad . is supposed to be fun. The chase, the first capture, the act, the release and the respite, all are part of a beautiful experience.” Ulrich patted my leg.
“I wasn’t sure I could even like until I met David.”
“So, you got lucky? He’s the father of your children?”
“No. Their father was an asshole. He’s not with us anymore.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Tell me a dirty ,” said Johann.
“Dave has always told me I can do what ever I want, including having with other men.” I admitted.
The boys exchanged overheated smiles at this comment.
“One night we were on a date at a comedy club, and I saw a man I’d dated once, long before I met Dave, but when I’d been married to my late husband. I’d been a bad girl when I thought I was going to be done with my first marriage. Anyway, Dave convinced me to talk to the man and one thing led to another.”
“What was the other thing?” Johann trace a finger up my leg sending tingles into my pussy.
“Well, I went to his boat and fucked him that night. Twice. While Dave waited in the car. I was so freaked out by what I did I ran out of the boat with my jeans hanging half off my butt and just my jacket on. I had my shirt in my hand.” I started breathing harder.
“So, you came back to your husband after making love to another man. With another man’s seed in your pussy?” Ulrich leaned in close to me and rippled the hair on my arm until my clit began to ache.
“Um. I think we’d better go.” I stood up and staggered a little as I lost my balance. Johann wrapped a strong arm around my waist to keep me on my feet. I turned into him and put my arms on his shoulders. I leaned my head against his chest until it stopped spinning.
Then I noticed his little gentleman was knocking. His cock had grown and slipped between my legs to rub against my moist labia. I shivered hard and kissed him quickly and hard before I stepped back right into Ulrich’s erection.
Ulrich stepped back quickly and made no notice of smearing my butt with his precum. I got back on the trail and started walking. I began to wonder how far this trail went before it looped back to the parking lot. There had been a couple of forks with signs for features, but I didn’t want to sightsee as much as I wanted to find my husband and fuck.
The trails were uneven, and I stumbled a couple of times. Ulrich slipped an arm around my waist to stabilize me and didn’t let go as we continued. He matched my shorter stride, and it felt very natural to have him touching me. I wrapped my own arm around him, and we walked like that for a while.
“Do you know where you are going, Donna?” Johann asked when we took another break.
“Not a clue. This was Dave’s idea. Do you guys know where we’re going?”
Ulrich looked up from his backpack where he extracted a blanket. “Something for us to sit on besides the dirt?”
“Sure.” I settled on the blanket and tried to keep my legs together. Not so much out of modesty, as out of a fear of what I smelled like. Holding on to a naked man who was pleasant to talk to had made me well lubricated. I looked around the woods. I thought I caught a gleam up the hill a ways. Probably Dave and his telephoto lens. I thought I ought to give him something to photograph so I rolled over and flashed my hootchie in his direction.
This position put me right in Johann’s face with my tits rubbing his arm and my hand on his chest.
“Hello.” He tweaked my nipples.
My eyes flew open wide and I squeaked. His touch sent a shot directly to my pussy and I scrambled backwards. Ulrich had positioned himself on his knees, possibly to see if I’d decided to be open to his advances. For whatever reason he was where I back into on my hands and knees. I felt his rigid cock slide over my peritoneum and past my labia until it stopped abruptly without making the turn to enter my vagina.
The stop was sudden, and painful for us both.
“Fuckkkkk.” I yelled and rolled away from both of them.
“I’m sorry, Donna. I wasn’t trying to…” Ulrich moaned.
“Donna, I didn’t mean to startle you… I thought you wanted to play?” Johann looked very concerned as I rolled on the ground, shaking… from laughter I couldn’t let out.
I waved at Dave to come down from the tree line. This adventure was done. Ulrich was rubbing his injured member. I had lost all interest in being naughty. Really, I felt too foolish to be y.
Dave came down out of the trees looking sheepish. “What happened?”
“Unplanned contact. I think I broke his dick,” I pointed to Ulrich who tried to reach out with his left hand to shake Dave’s hand.
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