The Making of a Slut

By Phebe Bodelle

Maddie, when asked by her husband to remove her bikini top on a British beach is at first shocked. Baring her breasts in public was not on her life to do list but wanting to please her husband she dared to bare. Little did Nate realise he was unleashing a side of his wife he never imagined. Having enjoyed the experience she drags her husband sometimes reluctantly into the world of exhibitionism and beyond.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Jan 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311438072

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 Making of a Slut

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Revised and Updated

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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All my books are dedicated to every person

that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

I would like to thank Marcus. R. Wallace for the wonderful work he has done editing my book, the man has the patience of a saint. You can contact Marcus by eMail at - [e-mail]

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Chapter 1

Let’s see now, this all started about two years ago on the West Beach at Littlehampton, that’s the sandy one with dunes. Well in fact it had started the night before in the pub. We had a row and I can’t even remember what it was about, probably me going on about some transgression of my husband Nate. The row continued into the night, even after we had gone to bed. When I did my usual thing, berating him with loads of justifications for my actions, he did his normal thing, just lying there with his back turned to me, mumbling yes and no in the right places.

The next morning, Sunday, things were very frosty. We barely spoke as we went through the motions of making breakfast and what have you.

Just after eleven I said to him, I thought you said we were going to the beach today.

Didn’t think you’d want to.

Well I do if that’s okay with you.

Somehow or other I’d turned things around so that it was his fault entirely.

Alright if that’s what you want to do, let’s do it.

A half hour later we were in the car headed to the popular seaside resort, and an hour after that we laid our towels down on the soft sand. The sun was out and hot for a change and the beach was busy. I’d put on my bikini under a sun dress, so was quickly laid out enjoying the sun’s rays on my body. Nate took a while longer as he struggled to hold up a towel around himself while he put on his swimming shorts. I could have helped, I know, but fuck him I was still angry.

He lay down beside me and the silence between us carried on, what a stupid way to behave on for a lovely hot summer’s day.

Sorry about last night Nate, can you forgive me? I asked, the relief on his face showed immediately.

Of course.

Sucker!

He nodded and rolled onto his side resting his head on one elbow looking at me, no, staring at me. I stood this for about twenty seconds, What?

Are you really sorry?

Of course, and gave his leg an affectionate squeeze.

Will you do something for me then?

Like what?

Take your top off?

I was shocked; he wanted me to show my tits off in public. We have a pretty conventional marriage and had always been a private couple. Our sex life was reasonable, we made love two or three times a week which, talking to my girlfriends, was a little more than the average so it seemed, and Nate was very good in the pleasing my cunny department. I had never gone topless on holiday abroad, Spain, Turkey or Greece even though it was fairly common in those foreign climes. Okay I usually wear string bikinis which are fairly revealing and I feel good wearing them and showing off most of me, but actually taking my top off, revealing my nipples to the world, was another thing altogether. These thoughts flashed through my mind in about five seconds.

Why would you want me to do that?

Because I think you’re a very sexy lady and I’d love to see your tits.

I’m gonna have to think about this.

I rolled over onto my tummy and lay with my head on my arms thinking about this development. Nate was quite a mild mannered man, which is just as well because I can be very fiery. In our marriage if I’m happy we’re both happy, if I’m in a mood then watch out. My man was also not very demanding, so this request was a bolt out of the blue.

After about five minutes I said, undo my bikini top.

There was one cord around my neck and another across my back. His eager fingers quickly undid the two fastenings. I lay like that for a while longer contemplating the enormity of baring my breasts. To me it would mark a significant change in our marriage. Then I thought I was being stupid, bloody hell it was only a pair of tits for Christ’s sake, and I’d be willing to bet if I cared to look around that there would be other women doing likewise, even on this British beach. The few square inches of material which covered my nipples were a barrier for my modesty after all was said and done. Talk about mixed emotions.

I finally made up my mind and turned over allowing my bikini top to fall away, my tits were finally on show for anybody who cared to look. There was no bolt of lightning, no seismic shift, the only reaction was from Nate who quickly turned over onto his stomach. You can guess why.

You look fantastic Maddie.

Well don’t make a fuss, just let me get used to the idea.

I lay there, eyes tightly shut not daring to see if anybody was looking, and quickly realised that the lack of encumbrance from the tiny bikini top actually felt quite good. I’m a take my bra off type of woman as soon as I step through my front door from work or shopping. It must have been a man who invented the horrible garment, I hated them but convention ordered that I wear one most of the day. Besides which my thirty-six C cups needed a little bit of support. I’d not had kids and my tits were in truth rather lovely, I know a lot of ladies would be pleased to have the pair that I had and I know that men did give them the eye even with a bra on.

Don’t you think you should put some sun screen on? My husband said after a few minutes.

Do you want to put it on for me? I teased.

He groaned, I’d love to but I think I’d probably come in my trunks.

He was still laid on his tummy.

Are you that turned on?

My prick is still rock solid.

I laughed, but was secretly pleased, if showing my tits was all it took to turn him on so much, well!

Give me the bottle, I’d better do it myself then.

He passed it to me and I quickly gave both my tits a good dollop of the factor fifteen. I made a bit of a song and dance about it, taking my time ensuring my nipples were very well coated. He watched intently and even gave out a slight moan as I squeezed my nipples between my fingers plumping them up a little. Finished I passed him back the bottle. Did you enjoy that? I asked.

Awesome.

I closed my eyes and smiled, I can be a right badun at times.

It must have been about fifteen minutes later when Nate felt safe to turn over.

Gone soft has it? I said laughing.

Fuck’s sake don’t say anything else it’ll go hard again.

Whatever.

Do you want a sandwich and a drink Maddie?

Hmm, that would mean sitting up. I’d felt safe and relaxed on my back, not too many people would have been able to see my tits, but sitting up to feed my face would mean loads more people being able to see me. I reluctantly pushed myself up and brought my shoulders forward, kind of hunching over to minimise my exposure, silly I know but that’s me, or it was back then.

I munched away on a cheese and pickle sandwich that we’d bought on the way to the resort and then Nate passed me a can of Coke. Now when you swig from a can you automatically put your shoulders back pushing out your chest so my tits were on proper display for the few seconds I drank. It was at that point a