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Voyeur, but...

I enjoy the show enough to be willing to participate. No, that's not a joke about liking to watch sex enough to have sex. I mean that while I'm not really an exhibitionist at heart, I've learned to be a little bit because having someone to show off WITH is an even BETTER show. ;-)

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We are Exhibitionists but it is fun to watch and play too.

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I am more of a true exhibitionist. He, personally is more of a voyeur but when we are together, he moves towards being a exhibitionist for us as a couple.

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My wife and I are totall exhibitionists. While we enjoy watching, we are much more into being watched. With that in mind, in the past we have taken a lot of videos of us alone and of us playing with a male friend and we have given him copies of all the videos and told him he could show them to others. We do ask that he not post them on the internet.

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Neither for me. I don't mind watching or showing off but it doesn't really add that extra excitement. I'd be just as turned on in a room with just my playmate (s).

 

SSH didn't mention but as much as he is a voyeur, he likes to make me into an exhibitionist, at least on the internet. I let him because he loves it and I don't mind, but again I don't get much out of it.

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I never thought of it that way. I don't mind being watched as long as it doesn't get annoying or the one watching is obnoxious. I will usually block out everything around me except the people I am with. My husband does like to watch. He enjoys watching me and I know he is usually watching, especially if I am with a woman or someone new. I admit I will gaze over if he is engaged. If there is a "hot" couple I will watch for some.

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Ok, what about in a public setting? How many ppl like to show their goods maybe a lil up skirt action or some obvious "you want someone to notice" you being naughty activity? Then on the other side, how many ppl like to look for those kind of activities going on? For myself, I know I love to see a glimpse of panties or some ass cheeks hanging out of the back of some short shorts. I also love it when SSW wears something that can be revealing at times. I just love it when other men look at her!!

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Hubby is a voyeur! He loves to watch. I am the exhibitionist! I love to show off. It works well enough for us.

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Exhibitionist. When I know people are watching, even peripherally, my arousal level goes off the charts.

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My Wife and I agree! We enjoyed watching, as we expected. What we didn't expect was how intoxicating being watched is. We are hooked!

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My wife is very much an exhibitionist, and loves to be watched. I often take her out, let her get a bit naughty, just for her, and others, enjoyment. Love to watch her get turned on by being watched.

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Exhibitionist. When I know people are watching, even peripherally, my arousal level goes off the charts.

 

This is near the top of the list of what interested me in group sex & swinging in the first place. Especially increasing her pleasure that I feed off. I had some unintentional experience with exhibitionism with my first lover--we fooled around and even fucked at the parks & rest stops several times. I noticed that I got more aroused when others saw us, even another man. She got angry that I let someone see us but she also was excited, from the fear if nothing else, later on when we went at it like starving rabbits! But a state trooper scared the crap out of us both once.

 

As kellimc's post reveals, I think it is much more powerful for a woman (big surprise). As with adding another man or woman touching her body, eating her, or pounding inside her, adding eyes to her sexual enjoyment can only heighten her sensations, if she gives into them that is. I can only imagine a woman's pleasure in this respect. As a creature who is naturally sexually vicarious--a male voyeur--my eyes lead my dick. Whether it is a porn scene, a woman on the street even just hugging someone, or a gangbang I am joining in, the sight of a woman I desire taking other men or women increases my desire to touch her, devour her, and be inside of her.

 

Likely typical of most men, I am both voyeur & sexhibitionist--in the latter case, I am not really paying that much attention to the watchers however as I am always focused on enjoying the woman in my hands or taking my dick, the watchers simply help to strip away another layer of inhibition feeling their eyes on us. If things change in my life (including moving somewhere they are legal of course) I would love to enjoy live sex shows on stage and even participate in them!

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Neither for me. . .
I too was wondering if there was a button to push labeled "NEITHER". I'm totally dedicated to watching myself slide into and out of a woman while ignoring everybody else in the room. What would that make me?

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He's the voyeur, she's a reluctant exhibitionist (it excites her but she wouldn't do it without me asking her).

 

As for where, anywhere that's not close enough to home where she would be recognized. Usually when we go away somewhere for the weekend. There was one time when we were 4 wheeling in the mountains and a place we go to quite often out in the middle of nowhere (forest service honor pay location, a dirt road that has river access and usually just a collection box to pay) actually had two young forest park rangers (1 man 1 woman both early 20's) stationed to collect the fee got more than an eyeful when we pulled up with her dressed in jeans and a see thru white lace top and a smile. The guy came over to the truck, saw her and quickly called the woman over. They seemed very surprised and (at least the guy) was very pleased about us coming there...we didn't even have to pay.

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SwingsetHusband and Wife...I've already tried to get a photo of your wife on another thread without success (the Ms. actually inquired), where do YOU usually expose her?

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Pics can be found on our SLS profile- swingsetcouple985 :) you won't find any tits with clothespins though lol.

 

He TRIES to expose me anywhere he thinks he can convince me hahaha. His favorite line is "let me take a picture". Sigh. He doesn't get away with it nearly as much as I probably should let him, but we do have our share of fun.

 

We have taken some risqué pics in various stores and parks. All up and down bourbon st. Even in a field in the middle of town before... I'm still not sure how we got away with that one.

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Mr. Sirramm is both but a voyeur more an exhibitionist while I am all about exhibition! I get so turned on when Mr. Sirramm watches me with another man.

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After last weekend's fun at a lifestyle club near us (Tabu near Baltimore), I'd have to say we are both! We got one of the rooms with a window onto the hallway, and we opened the curtains there as well as leaving the room door open a crack- and it seemed pretty hot to both of us to play there, knowing that other horny people could see us. When another couple knocked on the door and asked to share the room with us, we hit the roof with excitement! Then getting to watch (and listen to) them close up was another big turn-on- every time one of them moan with pleasure, it made me thrust into my wife that much harder!

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I'm absolutely both. I started a co-ed masturbation group in CT and I love to play for others, but watching them turns me on also. I like to turn them on so they touch me and take over my masturbation. :)

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I absolutely enjoy watching, but enjoy being watched nearly as much. My wife is not much into watching, although she will stop to watch a large, hard cock working over another woman. After a couple of glasses of wine however, she is all about exhibiting for others :D

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Voyeur. I LOVE! watching. Exhibitionist. It fun to bounce my cock in front of women at a party when we're all drunk.

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We are both exhibitionists and voyeurs. At our nudist resort we like to see naked men and women walking around and we like to do that ourselves so others can see what we have on offer! At parties with our swinging friends we love to watch and be watched. Watching each other playing with another partner is a real turn on. We also like others to watch us when we are playing with each other. For us this is a very erotic and exciting part of the swinging experience.

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I feel like I'm more of an exhibitionist myself. I'd love to have sex with my partner while others watch. :)

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I would say I am both and Maggie is an exhibitionist. We haven't had a swinging experience yet but we have been to a nude beach and nudist resort. And some semi public sex like in the car or in a park at night.

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Brought this up to the wife, thanks for bumping this!

 

She is definitely a voyeur and enjoys 'sneaking and peaking', hitting up the voyeur area's of the clubs. She has DEFINITELY brought out her exhibitionist side, but only at a club.

 

I love them both. I had a great night watching a threesome going on in a hot tub, a few weeks ago. Definitely great material for the solodex. I also really love being watched. It's really hot when the watchers talk to us, err I mean me, my wife would be typically moaning. Stuff like 'yeah pound that pussy', really turns me on. Must admit it is one of those things I wouldn't have thought hot until it happened, then I was like whoa, 'really? you want me to fuck her like this?', sooo cool.

 

Our opinion is that exhibitionism and voyeurism all contribute to the sexiness of the situation. You know the important thing about opinions, everybody's allowed to have one even when they are wrong.

 

We are really not into 'shocking' vanilla's, or playing 'outside' the lifestyle. We travel a lot and just seems like a good way to bring on extra trouble. So we are very low key. Besides my days of getting busted doing it in a car a long in my past.

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We feel we both lean more toward the voyuer side but we do have a small amount of exhibitionism in us.

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I like both, especially on a nude beach. I like to be the peacock and flaunt it. In a club or house party I love to perform sex in front of anyone that wants to watch. My voyuer comes out on the nude beach, I like to people watch, especially to see who are the exhibitionists. 

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To me there are two aspects to exhibitionism and voyeurism, nudity and sexual.

 

When I am in Europe, I like going to nude spas.  There is one not far from where I go for business.  It's nothing sexual - old people, young people, families enjoying the water, air, sunshine in the saunas, hot tubs, steam rooms and pools.  If someone is checking me out, I don't mind.  Myself, my attention is drawn to other women. 

 

Sexually, I am primarily a voyeur of the others in my family, watching them enjoy themselves.  I don't mind if the others watch me (or even if strangers did), so long as I'm not interrupted or distracted. 

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Me, a voyeur.   My wife is an exhibitionist big time.  She loves showing her body in public.   Things she gets away with.   Loves showing those naked boobs anywhere.

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Neither exhibitionist nor voyeur, I enjoy playing separately in different rooms. Being watched changes what I am doing while watching is not the most enjoyable. As I  become more active I am less neurotic about being watched and more comfortable seeing others having sex. 

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On 1/12/2023 at 1:38 PM, Shore2Please said:

Being watched changes what I am doing while watching is not the most enjoyable. As I  become more active I am less neurotic about being watched and more comfortable seeing others having sex. 

We have found that whether we like to watch (our spouse or others) or be watched and how we feel about it changes over time.  

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On 1/12/2023 at 1:38 PM, Shore2Please said:

Being watched changes what I am doing

May I ask, how is that?  Do you "perform" for whoever is watching?   Do you like doing that?  Is it different if it is your husband, his wife, or a stranger watching?  Are you going for a specific reaction?   Is it discussed afterwards, particularly with your husband? 

 

The reason I ask is that I realize that I do subtly "perform" when being watched and have a variety feeling about it.

 

OTOH, when I see another family member having sex, I just get jealous and turned on. 

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18 hours ago, Tomy Nikki said:

the situations make you become any one of them.

Which situations do you prefer?

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      "It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard."
       
      Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
       
      "Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
       
      "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
       
      "What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!"
       
      "Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties."
      "Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.'
       
      "What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing."
       
      There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok."
       
      "So," Dan said. "Take 'em off."
       
      "Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby."
       
      "So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied.
       
      "God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them."
       
      She paused, "Wait a second."
       
      Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
       
      "Where are you?" Jenn asked.
       
      "At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?"
       
      "Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied.
       
      "Men's," Dan said firmly.
       
      "I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked.
       
      "Do it," Dan insisted.
       
      "Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me."
       
      "Yet, slut," Dan chuckled.
       
      Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
       
      "OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off."
       
      "Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly.
       
      "Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length."
       
      "I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned.
       
      "Shit," Jenn snapped.
       
      "How wet are you?" Dan asked.
       
      "Perv," Jenn shot back.
       
      "Tell me," he insisted.
       
      "Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here."
       
      She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?"
       
      "I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me."
       
      "I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
       
      "Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked.
       
      "That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good."
       
      "Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
       
      "Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good."
       
      "You dirty slut," Dan groaned.
       
      "Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock."
       
      "I am," Dan replied.
       
      "Say it," Jenn demanded.
       
      "I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned.
       
      "You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me."
       
      "Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..."
       
      "That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me."
       
      "Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming.
       
      "Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone.
       
      For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
       
      "I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom."
       
      "Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done."
       
      "Perv," Jenn replied.
    • By Lionheart72
      The following is a work of fiction, the product of my own pervy imagination. Enjoy.
       
      "I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
       
      "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
       
      The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
       
      "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
       
      "Perv," Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn't have him any other way.
       
      "All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
       
      "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea.
       
      "Well..." Dan flushed.
       
      "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
       
      "No promises," Dan grinned back.
       
      <<<>>>
       
      "You can do this," Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. "You want to do this. It will be fun."
       
      She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan's idea. He'd said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress's little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts - not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top.
       
      With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind.
       
      With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn't do that if she didn't keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial.
       
      "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" Dan answered.
       
      "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn said breezily.
       
      "Having fun?" Dan sounded amused.
       
      "Oh yeah," Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
       
      "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off," Dan lied.
       
      Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?"
       
      "How did you know?" Dan asked.
       
      "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
       
      "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
       
      "Well..." Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again.
       
      "What are you doing?" The sound of Dan's excitement was like ice and fire in her veins.
       
      "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
       
      "Looking for a guy?" Dan said, teasing.
       
      "Perv," Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
       
      "But what?" Dan said slowly.
       
      "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
       
      "Yes?"
       
      With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it.
       
      "Wow." His response was breathless.
       
      "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she'd wanted. She didn't, however, expect what came next... though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have.
       
      "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
       
      "Yes... perv," Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn't much, but it was there.
       
      "Take 'em off," Dan said.
       
      "No," Jenn gasped, shocked.
       
      "Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
       
      "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
       
      "Off. Right now."
       
      "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she'd reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress.
       
      Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave... a sultry, hot, wet wave.
       
      Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan.
       
      "Beautiful," Dan panted over the phone.
       
      "I'll call you later, perv." Jenn's voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up.
       
      A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open.
       
      Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn't move.
       
      Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy.
       
      Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn't want to.
       
      "Good evening," the man said with a grin and then walked past her.
       
      Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn't until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress.
       
      <<<>>>
       
      Like what U C perv? Jenn's heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she'd just sent.
       
      After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends - really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home.
       
      Jenn's mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn't shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn't fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he'd propositioned her.
       
      Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she'd gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she'd felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it.
       
      As nonchalantly as possible, she'd taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she'd taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he'd love it.
       
      Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen.
       
      After a few minutes, Dan hadn't replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn't seen it. She fired off another.
       
      JENN: U up? Haha
       
      Still no reply.
       
      "Excuse me, miss."
       
      Jenn jumped as the man's voice broke through her distraction.
       
      "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, with a friendly smile.
       
      His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day's seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink.
       
      "Good phone," Tim said, looking back at her.
       
      "It's OK," Jenn shrugged.
       
      "Did the picture come out?" Tim said nonchalantly.
       
      "Picture?" Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. "What picture?"
       
      The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
       
      By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding.
       
      "So," she said, trying to sound cool. "You saw me take a picture."
       
      "Maybe just a peek, really," Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin.
       
      "Really?" Jenn drawled, teasing.
       
      Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat.
       
      "So, who was it for?" Tim asked. "The picture. Was it for someone?"
       
      "My guy back home," Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. "Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I'd indulge him a little."
       
      "Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?" Tim grinned.
       
      "Among other things," Jenn confessed, blushing.
       
      "Really?" Tim focused on his drink.
       
      Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. "Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar."
       
      Tim's eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. "Did he? Had you leave them in your room."
       
      "No," Jenn said slowly. "They're in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway."
       
      "He wants you to get seen, does he?" Tim's gaze rose to lock with Jenn's eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
       
      "Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him," she said.
       
      "How far do you want to go?" Tim's voice was low, husky.
       
      "What did you have in mind?" Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest.
       
      "Give me your phone," Tim grinned.
       
      Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back.
       
      "Give ol' Dan a thrill," Tim said.
       
      Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim's gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her.
       
      Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was.
       
      Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning.
       
      "There you go," Tim said smirking. "That ought to give ol' Dan what he wants."
       
      "Not even," Jenn laughed.
       
      "Really?" Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, "You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way - to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the 'no panties' bit too. What more does your guy want?"
       
      "Well," Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. "He has this fantasy."
       
      "What fantasy," Tim breathed.
       
      "He wants me to... fuck... another guy," Jenn's breath was coming in shallow gasps. "Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he's a perv. Crazy, right?"
       
      "Crazy," Tim agreed.
       
      For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her.
       
      "What do you think?" Tim asked finally.
       
      "About what?" Jenn was puzzled.
       
      "About his fantasy."
       
      "I think..." Jenn paused. "I think I like it. I think... maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy."
       
      "Well," Tim leaned back suddenly, settling back in his seat. "If you find him, I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing him."
       
      "Really," Jenn said, looking flatly at him. "Because I think maybe he might not be interested."
       
      "Not possible," Tim said. "If a beautiful, intelligent woman like you asked... I bet almost any guy here would jump at the chance."
       
      "You, sir, are a charmer and a gentleman," Jenn grinned.
       
      "Well, I try," Tim admitted with a smirk.
       
      "I am going back to my room now," Jenn said.
       
      "Well, good night."
       
      "Really? That's all? 'Good night'?"
       
      "Well..."
       
      "I am all alone here. My guy - the perv who wants me to fuck another guy, you recall - is all the way on the other side of the country. I have... no panties on and I am very... very horny. It seems to me that a gentleman would escort me back to my room. After all, anything could happen... anything."
       
      <<<>>>
       
      Jenn's hands shook as she fumbled to pull her hotel keycard from her purse.
       
      After her sultry almost-invitation in the bar, the ride up in the elevator had been oddly quiet. Tim had been calm, flashing his flirty smile but nothing more. Letting her take the lead, Jenn realized. She couldn't believe how nervous she felt. After all, she was only inviting a strange man she had just met at a conference up to her hotel room for sex because her guy... ok, she admitted, she could believe how nervous she was. What she couldn't believe was how excited she was, or how hard it was to take that stupid plastic card out of her purse.
       
      She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm.
       
      "You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly.
       
      With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly.
       
      "I want to," she breathed.
       
      His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness pressing against her.
       
      "What do you want?" he said teasingly.
       
      "I want you to fuck me," Jenn panted.
       
      Tim dragged her mouth back to his, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring hers. His hands roamed over her back, reaching downward to cup her ass. Jenn moaned against him. She felt him pulling up the hem of her slinky little dress, felt his hands squeezing her naked ass, there in the hotel hallway. Her entire body quivered with desire.
       
      Pushing away enough to speak again, Jenn panted, "Let me... oohhh... let me open the door."
       
      Squirming in Tim's embrace, she managed to turn enough to face the door again and clawed at her purse for the keycard. Tim's hands continued to explore her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing along her side and her belly, reaching up to cup her breast. She managed to get the keycard out of her purse around the same time he pulled her dress down to expose her tits. His hard cock ground against her bare ass. She groaned as his fingers flicked over her sensitive nipple.
       
      "If you don't let me get this door open," Jenn moaned, "we are going to end up fucking in the hall."
       
      "Bet ol' Dan would love that," Tim muttered as he kissed her neck, his roaming fingers reaching around to brush along the wet folds of her naked pussy.
       
      Jenn groaned in response, forcing the keycard into the door and practically running inside as it finally opened.
       
      "Oh my god. This is so crazy," Jenn laughed as she heard the door swing close behind her. Unconsciously, her hands slid up her sides, moving to smooth her shirt.
       
      "Don't you dare," Tim chuckled.
       
      "What?" Jenn glanced over her shoulder at him, feeling a nervous flutter as she realized she was alone, in her hotel room, with him.
       
      "Don't fix your dress," Tim said. "Looks good just the way it is."
       
      "With my ass hanging out, you mean," Jenn smiled, her hands sliding down to cup her butt.
       
      "Exactly," Tim grinned. "You have a very nice ass."
       
      "You like it?" Jenn asked teasingly. "It's not too big?"
       
      "Your ass is firm and round. You have a beautiful ass," Tim replied. "Give me your phone."
       
      "My phone?" Jenn puzzled at the non-sequitur.
       
      "Well, I could take a picture with mine..." Tim said, reaching into his pocket.
       
      "Oh, no," Jenn replied, digging into her purse and tossing her phone to him. "That's how embarrassing pictures end up on the internet."
       
      "Precisely," Tim said, snapping a quick pic. "I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything crazy."
       
      "Absolutely not," Jenn laughed, cupping her ass and bending over slightly. "I am a very respectable woman, after all. I would never do anything wild or out of control. You know that, right?" She grinned as she looked back him, spreading her legs a little more.
       
      "Of course not," Tim nodded seriously. "And, after all, you're in a committed relationship so clearly you wouldn't want anyone to think you did anything inappropriate. Now turn around, so I can see your tits."
       
      Still laughing, Jenn turned, arching her back to show off her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, standing in her hotel room, her slinky dress bunched up around her waist, letting a strange man snap pictures of her bare ass and tits... and pussy, she realized. Her smile faded as her breath quickened. Her eyes met Tim's and she saw, behind his joking and grins, a desire that reflected her own.
       
      For a long moment, they just stood there, facing each other across the room. Slowly, her eyes fixed on Tim's, Jenn slid the slinky dress's tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders. She pushed the bunched fabric of the dress down past her hips, letting it slip down her legs to pool around her feet. Finally, she stepped out of her heels and took a step toward him.
       
      "You're gorgeous," Tim said huskily, then his teasing grin appeared again as he snapped another pic.
       
      "More pictures?" Jenn shook her head.
       
      "Well, I bet ol' Dan will get a thrill out of them," Tim replied lightly.
       
      "All right," Jenn said, stepping closer, moving quickly to hide her nervousness. "Let's take some pictures that will give him a real thrill."
       
      With firm deliberation, before she could chicken out, Jenn grabbed hold of Tim's slacks, undid the button and dropped to her knees in front of him.
       
      "Take some pictures that will really drive him wild," she said, forcing down Tim's zipper and pulling his pants down.
       
      "Oh my god," she breathed softly as Tim's dick jumped free of his boxers. Even only semi-erect, it was long, thick and veiny, plainly different from Dan's. So what, Jenn thought to herself as she wrapped quivering fingers around the thickening shaft. She'd seen other dicks. She'd held other dicks, but never a stranger's, and never while she was with another guy.
       
      Above her, Tim groaned in pleasure and that, it seemed, was enough to finally settle her nerves. Smiling, she looked up at him, at his face glazed with desire as she stroked his length. She looked up at the camera lens of her phone. Dan wanted this, she thought. He'd said so often enough. She'd sucked dick plenty of times before, she thought as her lips closed around Tim's thick tip. This time Tim would get to enjoy her mouth, enjoy her tongue swirling around him, and later Dan would get to enjoy seeing the pictures of his long, thick hard cock as it disappeared between her lips.
       
      "Oh, yes, that's so good," Tim moaned.
       
      Jenn quivered with desire. She felt nasty, kneeling there naked, eagerly bobbing her head up and down Tim's cock while he continued to take occasional pictures.
       
      "So good," Tim moaned again. "Oh yeah, so good. Fuck."
       
      "Yes," Jenn purred, keeping her lips against Tim's thick cock. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tim."
      Groaning, Tim pulled his cock from her warm mouth. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted Jenn to her feet. She shivered with excitement as he pushed her slowly backward toward the bed.
       
      "This what you want?" Tim growled, his eyes intense.
       
      "Yes," Jenn panted. "I want this."
       
      "You like sucking my cock?" Tim's hands firmly cupped Jenn's heaving tits, squeezing and caressing them. She moaned as he roughly played with her sensitive nipples.
       
      "Yes," Jenn gasped. "You have such a nice, big cock. I love sucking your cock. Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your nice, big cock, Tim."
       
      She cried out as Tim pushed her roughly down onto the bed. Like an animal, he pounced over her. She moaned as his mouth latched onto her tits, roughly sucking and nipping at her sensitive mounds.
       
      "Oh, Tim," Jenn gasped as he kissed and bit down her side. "Hey, not so... oh, wow... oh... oh... Oh. My. God!" She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. She arched her hips to meet him as his tongue parted her wet lips and lashed furiously against her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Yes, there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oooohhhh, myyyy, God!"
       
      Jenn's whole body arched in pleasure, quivering as her shockingly sudden orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed, panting, onto the bed.
       
      Shivering, she looked up to see Tim looming over her, tossing the last of his clothes away. Out of a staid business suit, he looked powerful, muscular and wild. His long, thick cock stood proudly against his hard abs.
       
      "Tell me," he growled. "Tell me what you want."
       
      "I want..." Jenn gasped. "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me."
       
      He pushed closer, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it toward her dripping pussy. In the other hand...
       
      "My phone?" Jenn giggled.
       
      "I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!"
       
      Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She was letting a strange man fuck her. Her whole body arched up to meet him as his long shaft slowly filled her.
       
      "Yeah," Tim groaned. "He's going to like seeing this."
       
      "Put the phone down," Jenn purred. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me."
       
      "Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside.
       
      "Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
       
      Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock."
       
      "Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now."
       
      She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked on his as her body arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her up with one swift motion. Their hips rocked together, her wet folds opening to receive him deep inside her.
       
      Jenn's whole body tingled as he thrust into her again and again, deep, steady, powerful thrusts that filled her over and over. She reveled in the feeling and the unshakable thought of how wicked this was. Wild, carnal pleasure climbed through her, exploding as she came again.
       
      "Oh my god!" she cried out, shaking as her body convulsed around his thrusting member. "Are you... still going?"
       
      "I'm not finished," Tim grinned, continuing to slide slowly inside her. "Not by a long shot."
       
      "Oh... my... god..." Jenn moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her.
       
      She let herself go, moaning and crying out with wild, forbidden pleasure. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, watching his unfamiliar body moving over hers, staring into his stranger's face has he grunted and thrust into her. Lust and pleasure climbed, peaked again with her desperate cries, and madly started to climb once more.
       
      Suddenly, Tim paused in his seemly tireless fucking. "What's that?"
       
      "What?" Jenn panted. It took a moment for her to realize that a new sound had been intruding on the moaning, grunting and slapping of flesh against flesh. A musical, birdlike chiming sound. It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone."
       
      "Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling you now?"
       
      "Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan."
       
      "Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed.
       
      Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he fumbled around on the floor, grabbing her phone.
       
      "Hey, we missed a few," Tim grinned down at her phone. "Text from Dan: 'Hot pic."
      "Oh my god," Jenn buried her face in her hands, wondering which of the many naughty pics her guy was talking about.
       
      "'You naughty tease'," Tim read out.
       
      "Give it to me." Jenn reached out for the phone.
       
      "'Fell asleep. You have fun flashing the bar?'," Tim read. "Poor guy, he's missed all the fun. Should I send him some of our new pics?"
       
      "No!" Jenn gasped. "Give me my phone."
       
      "'You still up?'," Tim chuckled. "I certainly am," he added, flexing his raging hard cock.
       
      "Give it to me!" Jenn reached out for her phone.
       
      "Damn right I will," Tim grinned, leaping back onto the bed.
       
      Jenn squealed as he flipped her over onto her belly and dropped himself onto her back. She felt his slick, hard cock pressing between her thighs.
       
      "Not what I meant." Her gasp turned into a groan as he penetrated her again.
       
      "Here," Tim said into her ear. "You should really answer him." He started thrusting again, even harder and more passionate than before.
       
      The phone dropped in front of Jenn's face.
       
      "Go on, answer him." Tim grunted, pounding into her.
       
      Fumbling, Jenn grabbed her phone and tried to type out a reply.
       
      JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
       
      Tim was driving fiercely into her now. Her whole body shook from the force of him in her. Tim was going wild, she realized, at the thought of her being on the phone with Dan while he fucked her. That idea, and his powerful thrusts, sent her own pleasure spiraling upward. She was dimly aware of the phone chiming again and again.
       
      DAN: U drunk lol?
       
      DAN: Jenn?
       
      DAN: U ok?
       
      DAN: JENN?!?
       
      She knew she had to respond with something. Desperately, she tried to cling to the phone long enough to type out a reply.
       
      JENN: C a 'll later
       
      JENN: nifht
       
      With that she pushed the phone away and thrust back to meet Tim's thrusting cock. Another orgasm crashed over her and Tim roared over her, driving his strange cock deep inside her.
       
      <<<>>>
       
      Jenn stared at the empty hotel bar.
       
      Other conference attendees moved through the lobby, heading for the morning seminars.
       
      She was sure that Tim was among them, but she didn't know where. He'd left during the night... after... One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin... her nipples... her pussy.
       
      She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn't dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan's speed dial.
       
      "Hi, honey," Dan answered brightly.
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