An Exhibitionist ́s Diary

By Phebe Bodelle

Only married two years Rosie’s sex life with her husband has declined to almost nothing. She decides to do something about it and going topless in a busy country park one day has the desired effect, she and her husband are rampant when they get home. So what else can Rosie do to ensure a fulfilling sex life? She is nothing but resourceful and soon the couple are at it three or four times a week as she becomes a blatant exhibitionist. What does she do and where will it all lead?
This book contains scenes of a highly explicit sexual nature with language to match. Do not read it if you are offended by such material.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Nov 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301404414

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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An Exhibitionist’s Diary

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 4th Edition

Revised and Updated

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – May

Chapter 2 - June

Chapter 3 - July

Chapter 4 - August

Chapter 5 - September

My Very Rude Awakening Bonus Chapters

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter, or so I thought

Chapter 2 - The Next Day

Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

About the Author

Chapter 1 – May

This sexy adventure began on one of those rare bank holidays when the sun actually shone and it was safe to go out into the open air without a cardigan or jacket on. Clive and I decided to go out to a local country park with a blanket and a pick nick to enjoy some fresh air. It really was a gorgeous day after a cold wet winter and poor spring with the weather forecast promising to be pretty good for the next few days. We set off for the ten-minute drive full of high spirits for a nice day out. We were surprised when we got to the car park, it was pretty full, and obviously lots of people had the same idea as us. Clive locked the car and we walked the hundred yards through a small stand of trees into a huge clearing of flat grassed land. The area was totally surrounded by trees and formed a sun trap catching the heat and increasing the temperature markedly. The ground was littered with people, blankets on the ground enjoying the day as Clive and I intended to do. We found a spot, spread out the blanket and sat down and immediately got out a couple of cans of beer chilling in the ice box.

As I looked around I realised that quite a few of the people had on swim wear, women in bikinis and one piece suits, the men in swimming shorts and trunks. I hadn’t even considered that and I know Clive hadn’t. My husband took of his shirt and after a few minutes I took off my top, I had on a white bra which would have to function as my bikini top for the day. Clive took out his eReader and started to read while I lay back soaking up the heat, the sun was glorious. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted.

Clive and I had been married for two years and in the last while a kind of tension had developed between us. Neither of us had strayed I don’t believe but our sex life had dipped down to once a week or fortnight, very sad when we had only been married for such a short time. We had talked about it and made promises to try harder, not really the right way to go about the problem, sex should not be forced it should come naturally. But the promises came to nothing, neither of us willing or able to put matters right. We both worked in fairly responsible jobs and in these hard times did long hours to try and ensure our long term employment prospects. We had a mortgage, credit cards and loans, all the paraphernalia that caused stress and perhaps added to our sexual woes. I didn’t think Clive had gone off me: when we could be bothered to have sex it was always good, Clive is an attentive lover and always did his best for me to reach a climax. It was just getting the urge which was the problem.

I sat up and grabbed a second beer from the cool box, Clive declined, he was driving. I took a big swig then lay back down. What were we going to do to revive our flagging sex life? In the beginning I guess we were like most couples at the start of a relationship, fucking like nobody’s business. It had only happened in the last six months or so, perhaps we were just getting used to each other. Talking with my girlfriends they all seemed to be having a good time in the bedroom stakes, so why was my marriage any different? I began to think I was going to have to act unilaterally if I was to revive our flagging sex life. I know sex isn’t the be all and end all of everything, but after only two years of marriage it was, to me at least, still very important. I didn’t want my marriage to turn into a brother and sister type of relationship, but what was I to do.

I sat up and finished the can of beer immediately reaching for a third. Clive turned and smiled at me and then it struck me what I needed to do. I stood up, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath I was wearing a little black thong; I deliberately turned away from Clive so he could see my bum before I sat down on the blanket.

Mmm very nice, He said before turning back to read his book.

You don’t mind do you?

Not at all, He replied without taking his eyes off that infernal machine.

I lay back down enjoying the oddness of being in public in my underwear, okay I know it’s just the same as wearing a bikini but to me it felt different. After five minutes I rolled over onto my tummy and undid my bra strap. It felt exciting knowing anybody who passed by could see my bum. I left it two minutes and moved the shoulder straps down my arms and lay there with my arms above my head. The sun was beating down and I felt great. I reached out for my can of beer and took another swallow. What with the heat and not having eaten any of the goodies we’d brought with us I was feeling just a little light headed.

Clive, I said.

He finished the sentence or paragraph he was reading before he turned around to look at me. What’s up Darling? Bloody hell I didn’t realise.

I was all but naked laid there on my front, no bra strap in the way to spoil my curves and with just the thinnest strap between my bum cheeks to prove I wasn’t nude. Clive put down his eReader at last, hooray he was paying me some attention.

You look gorgeous my darling, very sexy.

Do you think so?

Oh yes.

Good, it took you long enough to notice. As soon as I said that I regretted it. Sorry love.

Apology accepted and I’m sorry too, how long have you been like that?

Only a few minutes, I paused wondering then blundered on. How would you like to see my tits?

What here? He looked around; it was very busy with lots of people enjoying the day’s sunshine. If you’re brave enough I’d love to see them.

Okay then your wish is granted.

I rolled over onto my back and sat up cross legged my tits on display for the entire world to see if they cared to look.

So what do you think?

Fucking gorgeous I’m getting the horn just looking at you.

‘Result,’ I thought to myself.

You don’t mind me showing off my tits then?

Darling they are lovely tits to show off. Jesus you look so sexy like that, I could fuck you right here and now.

I raised my eyebrows. That sounds promising but I think we’d better wait until we get back home.

I suppose so but it won’t stop me looking at you.

You look all you want that’s what they’re there for.

I had a quick look around and caught a couple of men sneaking a quick look at me and realised that I was enjoying showing myself off. This was the first time in my life I’d gone topless in public. Even on holiday in Spain, Greece and Turkey I’d kept my top on despite loads of women showing off their tits. I had thought that keeping my top on was somehow sexier than putting myself on display, Clive’s reaction today was proving that theory wrong and I rued all the wasted opportunities that might have presented themselves if I had gone topless. Still that was then this was now and my husband had a bone on.

Do you fancy a sandwich yet my horny husband?

I’d love one, got to keep my strength up for when we get home. Clive answered

I stood up and stretched before squatting down and reaching into the cool box and bringing out the tin foil wrapped sandwiches.

Are you being deliberately provocative? Clive asked.

Yes, do you mind?

I love it.

Good.

We sat there quietly munching away with me drinking another can of beer and Clive with a Coke. Suddenly a gust of wind swept across the clearing and bags and wrappers from all over were blown around. The tin foil from our sandwiches was carried ten yards towards the entrance.

Clive moved to get up but I held him back with my hand. I’ll get it.

I stood up back straight tits sticking out and walked over to the tin foil, bent down and picked it up and turning, returned to out blanket with a huge grin on my face.

What do you reckon? I asked as I sat back down.

I reckon my pants are gonna burst if you do that again.

We stayed at the country park most of the day and were one of the last couples to leave. We both wanted to prolong this new, sexy experience as long as possible. When we left I slipped on my top and skirt putting the bra into the cool box and we walked back to the car and headed off home. As soon as the front door was closed we were at each other tearing off our clothes and walked naked into the kitchen. Clive sat on a chair and with my back