The Voyeur's Whore

By Phebe Bodelle

At a party Carol is dared to flash her tits and never one to shy away from a challenge she rolls down her top showing herself off to all the partygoers and with her husband watching. She realises that brief though the experience, it has turned her on and much to her delight her husband too. They work out a way to enjoy this new found revelation as Carol becomes a strippergram, using the shows as foreplay to the main event, being fucked by her husband. As she becomes more daring the sexy couple decide to turn their fantasies into reality, her being fucked by another man while her husband watches and she being the subject of a gang bang. It can only lead to one thing, orgasm after wonderful orgasm.

Warning. This book contains extremely explicit scenes of a highly sexual nature with bad language to match. Do not read this book if you are easily shocked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Apr 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476326931

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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The Voyeur’s Whore

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Contents

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

Chapter 2 – Inspiration comes from Work

Chapter 3 – Arnie

Chapter 4 – Ben

Chapter 5 – Nate

Chapter 6 – My Birthday Treat

Chapter 7 – I go a bit Crazy

Chapter 8 – A Hen Party

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

Pat my husband had turned the biggest of our spare bedrooms into The Carol Revue Bar. He’d even carved a sign with the name and screwed it to the door. The bed was pushed up against the back wall with two chairs either side. The flat screen TV was screwed to the wall opposite the bed. Pat had fitted a dimmer switch for the main light and a couple of small spot lights completed the room apart from a small table where we had placed food and drink for our guests. I had just delivered the last of the food, a plate of hot sausage rolls when I said. Okay lads tuck in to the grub and help yourselves to drinks; I’ll be back in two minutes.

I went into our bedroom and quickly lubricated my bum, I wanted to be ready.

Pat got up and dimmed the centre light and switched on the spot lights that shone onto the wall by the TV. He switched on a CD of some quiet music. Right then lads, as you know we are all here to celebrate Carol’s birthday, this is all for her. We both hope you really enjoy the show.

Pat said our three friends, Nate, Arnie and Ben looked a bit perplexed by this announcement. He laughed, Don’t look so worried lads I promise you it will be good.

I walked into the room and stood under the bright glare of the back spot lights, I was wearing a blouse, skirt and high heels.

Okay chaps, I began, I hope you are all sitting comfortably because we could be here a while. First thank you for coming to my birthday party, Pat has prepared this all just for me

I undid the top button of my blouse.

Pat and I discovered a few weeks ago something fantastic that we wanted to share with you.

I undid the second button.

It’s something that I will explain fully as the evening progresses.

I unclipped the third button. Despite the spot light I could still see the faces of the four men. My husband was furthest back with a huge grin on his face and the other three didn’t take their eyes off me.

Over the last few weeks I’ve been the luckiest girl alive.

I undid the fourth and final button of my blouse and it fell open revealing my black lace bra.

Pat and I made plans to put our new discovery into action.

I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I kicked it aside.

And those plans have come to fruition.

I unzipped my skirt and released the button and let that fall to the floor. Again I kicked the garment to one side. I had on the tiniest of thongs.

I have been privileged these last few weeks, a very lucky girl indeed.

I unclipped the bra, took the straps off my shoulders and threw it into the corner of the room. I put my hands over my tits.

Each of you have seen these tits recently and not only that last night we all played pool, oh no.

I pushed down the thong and stood there naked.

I’ve recently been lucky enough to be fucked by each and every one of you.

There was a bit of a murmur. I put up my hand to silence them.

And I thank each of you for giving me some very fine orgasms as a result.

I pulled the remaining chair from the corner and put it in the light from the spot lamps. I sat down and opened my legs a bit. Now I’m going to tell you what this is all about. Get yourself another beer and some more food and I’ll begin. I hope my naked body won’t be too much of a distraction. So here goes.....

It started relatively innocently and I can tell you to the minute the time of the incident that was to change our lives forever. It was 11.06 p.m. on Saturday the 7th May 2011, just under a year ago. We were at a party given by one of the girls from work. Most of the people at the party worked in a call centre for one of the major electrical goods retailers and the reason for the party was no other reason than to have a party. It was themed as a seventies night so I’d gone dressed in a boob tube, mini shirt and high heels. I needed the high heels because I’m only four feet eleven in thick socks making Pat, my husband and I, a bit of an odd couple. He’s six feet three and built like a brick out house. Now I’ve got to say I think I looked pretty good, sexy if you will and as soon as we arrived at the party one of my male colleagues, Eric who I know fancied me like mad, commented on how good I looked. Now Pat is pretty self-assured when it comes to our relationship, we both worship each other so he didn’t need to be jealous. Besides he could have picked up the little twerp and broken him in two if he had a need to. As the night wore on I had quite a few drinks and ended up getting a bit tipsy. Pat as usual had his one alcoholic drink them switched to orange juice, he was driving. A song came on the stereo Maggie Magill by the Doors with a heavy base guitar beat and I leapt up to dance joined by Eric. What prompted him I don’t know but half way through the tune he shouted over to me.

You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

I just laughed and rolled my eyes to heaven. Pat, watching from the back of the room just smiled.

Go on Carol give us all a thrill. We all think you’ve got great tits.

Oh do you now?

You bet, go on give us a flash.

I looked at Pat with a questioning face. Was I really contemplating giving Eric a flash? By now this conversation had attracted some other male attention and Mike another chap from the call centre said.

Come on Carol.

Yea, go on girl, I dare you. Eric put in.

That was it he’d said the magic word, dare. I never could resist a dare so I rolled down the boob tube and danced the rest of the number with my tits on display. I’ve got to say it was thrilling knowing all those men and women were looking at my tits. As the song ground to a halt I pulled the boob tube back up.

Right, that’s your lot. Hope you’re all satisfied now.

I got a loud clap for my trouble and then I wandered over to Pat who bent down to give me a kiss.

You looked bloody fantastic. He whispered in my ear.

You didn’t mind then?

Not at all, I got a hard on just watching you.

You did? I discretely felt the bulge in the front of his trousers. Wow you did as well; I’ll have to flash for you more often.

Great, was his simple reply.

And that was it. That brief moment in time was the start of my change from a respectable housewife, well almost, into eventually a performer in a live sex show.

We left the party at just after two thirty in the morning and as soon as we got into the car Pat reached over and gave a tit a squeeze.

You just wait until I get you home. He said.

Oh yea, what you gonna do then?

I’m simply going to push your knickers to one side and stick my prick straight into your fanny.

Then what?

I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.

Oh yea, that´ll be a first. I joked.

Tell me, Pat asked, did you enjoy flashing.

It was great, naughty you know. I think I got a bit wet myself.

He started the car and we set off. The topic of conversation all the way home was about me flashing my tits and what we were going to do to each other when we got home.

About five minutes from our house Pat pulled the car into a twenty-four-hour petrol station. It was deserted at that time of the morning.

We need some juice, won´t be long. Pat said as he stepped out of the car.

As my husband filled up with petrol I looked over to the shop, there was a young man behind the night service screen watching us disinterestedly. I smiled to myself. I’ll give you something to perk you up.

As Pat walked over to pay I took off the boob tube and my knickers, gave my nipples a quick tweak to make sure they were erect, stepped out of the car and followed Pat over to the pay window. He must have seen me in the reflection from the window, he turned and looked at me with a broad grin on his face.

Will you get me a packet of ciggies please Pat. I declared as if it was the most natural thing in the worlds to be standing there topless.

Certainly my darling. He turned to the young man. A packet of Marlboro as well please.

The guy´s jaw was nearly touching the ground as he stared at me.

Bloody hell, he said, you’ve got some front.

I cupped my tits with my hands and gave my nipples another tweak and then gave them a shake. Do you think so?

Bloody gorgeous.

He reluctantly turned away to get the cigarettes while I looked up to Pat and gave him a wink. Pat handed over his credit card, I’ve never know a transaction take so long, but hey I was enjoying myself. Finally the guy handed back Pat’s card and receipt.

Good night. I said.

Darling you´ve made my evening, good night.

As Pat and I walked back to the car I whispered to him I’m not wearing any knickers either.

You’ve turned into a tart.

Do you mind?

Not at all. He said a huge grin on his face.

I opened the car door, turned and blew the young man a kiss and with a final jiggle of my tits sat down and closed the door. As we left the petrol station I leaned over and groped Pat’s prick through his trousers, it was already hard, boy my flashing was certainly turning my man on.

Soon we arrived home and I stepped out of the car as I was. It was unlikely any of our neighbours would be looking out of their windows to see me at that time of the morning. As soon as the front door was closed Pat pulled down my skirt and with me now naked picked me up and sat me on the telephone table in the hallway. He knelt down, spread my legs wide and buried his head into my crotch. He licked my fanny from the bottom right up to my clit slipping his tongue as deep into my hole as he could on each stroke.

You are so wet. He managed to mumble.

I certainly was, showing my tits to a complete stranger in a naughty situation really was a turn on and seeing as how Pat was up for it in more ways than one just added to the pleasure. Now I sometimes take a bit of time to come, when that happens Pat works hard to make sure I do but now I knew I wasn´t far away. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up.

Stick that prick of yours in me now and give me the seeing to you promised. I ordered.

With pleasure. He replied.

He dropped his trousers and pants and then I felt his prick at the entrance to my cunt. He used his fingers to open me up then slowly slid as deep as he could into my hole. It felt divine as he slowly began to ride me. He reached up with his hand and grasped a nipple between his thumb and finger, squeezing gently the way he knows I like it. This was heaven.

Fuck me harder. I whispered into his ear and he responded by pounding into me. Within seconds I felt the beginning of my climax. I put my arms around Pat’s shoulders and held on for dear life as the climax built.

I’m going to come, faster, faster.

Hubby fucked me like a steam train, pounding into me for all he was worth. I started to pant as my groin knotted and I started to wail as the pleasure flooded through me, moments later Pat let out an animal gasp as he shot his load deep into my cunt. I can honestly say that was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in a while.

Next morning after a nice lay in and ‘morning chores’ our term for a bunk up before we get out of bed we sat down to breakfast and the topic of conversation quickly turned to the night before.

So you really enjoyed flashing last night? Pat started.

"I certainly did,