Housewife Exhibitionist 2. Needing More

By Gary Bingham

Felicity couldn't help thinking over what she had done over the last few days. It wasn't awful, it was disconcerting. Why was she aroused all the time, from just thinking over what happened? It was naughty, irresponsible, even decadent, and lots of other negative words were thought, yet she still became stoked. Her husband had pushed her into flashing her panties, and that is what started all these feeling off. All she could think about was being naughty by displaying herself to strangers.

When they got home, she let loose, abandoning her moral reticence, to have mad, wild, deliriously wonderful sex. Their marriage had been suffering from boredom, until this. She could never have imagined flashing, streaking, or letting a stranger touch her, it would have been too embarrassing, or humiliating. She now found the humiliation was arousing her. Her husband was guiding her, not forcing her to do something awful. His guidance and instructions allowed her to leave responsibility for what happened to him. She could relax her rules, as it was what he wanted, and decided.

The game was getting out of control, as the feelings were becoming overwhelming, drowning her moral reticence, leaving her vulnerable. Maybe she had always had to be in control, never able to let loose, with the subconscious recognition of what would happen. She needed these encounters with strangers, needed to prove she was attractive and desirable, though it wasn't just because she was an old married woman. Felicity was becoming addicted on the thrill of exhibitionism, and the danger of it. So what was next, what situation would her husband put her into next? The danger, humiliation, and naughtiness, was thrilling and arousing, enough to keep her wanting more.

So what was next, and this time would it go too far?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gary Bingham
• Release date: Jul 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463367582

Gary Bingham

Reading is a passion, both fiction and non-fiction. Writing is a hobby I've enjoyed for many years, and write anything and everything, though recently I've concentrated on world war 2 stories, science fiction, and erotica. Erotica has been more of a challenge than I thought. First it was realised I didn't know as much as first thought. The range of human sexuality is so wide, and often very particular. The same word or phrase in a story can turn someone on, and someone else off. Some women like a story where the female character is humiliated, in fantasy only, and others think it is terrible. It is very true that you can't satisfy all the people all the of the time, and sometimes only one or two readers will like a theme.A common theme of these stories is where a main character is mistaken for someone else, and continues the error from not wanting to be embarrassed. They may suffer greater humiliation from not correcting the mistake right at the beginning, and letting it spiral out of control. But then, it wouldn't be a story if they did the right thing.It is usual for the main character to grow stronger, get what they really want, or fall in love, in the end. Up until then they blunder around, trying to avoid a confrontation, being silly, and treated as though they are stupid, until the truth is revealed or they find it wasn't an accident, they wanted the situation to develop. Some inner need is revealed, and they grow to endorse it.There are other themes in my writing, but they are for you to discover.Don't forget writing is difficult and painful at times, so buying a book is some small reward to encourage a writer to continue. It is a form of recognition for all the hard work. So, thank you for sponsoring for my art, Gary

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Housewife Exhibitionist 2. Needing More

By Gary Bingham

Copyright 2019 by Gary Bingham

All characters and participants in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. Anyone who is easily offended by sexual content, or anyone under eighteen, should not read this story.

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Felicity felt as though she'd been on fire over the last three days. From the moment they first played the naughty games, she could think of nothing else, with powerful imaginings flooding her mind, continuously arousing her. Being stoked for so long, left her vulnerable to her husband's suggestions. It meant she would do almost anything to arrive home, highly excited, ready to have wonderful uninhibited sex.

This morning she wore thin black leggings which weren't much more substantial than tights, under a low cut, baggy t-shirt, which just covered her upper thighs. A few days ago there was no way she could possibly wear such a tacky, cheap outfit. A last check in a mirror by the door didn't boost the feeling of being desirable and sexy, instead, she felt slutty.

About to turn back to her bedroom, an unexpected feeling of arousal hit her. She felt herself heating up from being thought of as nothing more than a slut. As a mature married woman, she was supposed to be responsible and careful, yet this morning all that had been trashed.

Knowing strangers would be ogling her body was exciting, and pushed her into playing the mischievous game. There was something else too, but she didn't want to think about it too deeply. Letting Philip decide how she was to be exposed was a part of the thrill. Letting him make the decisions liberated her from responsibility, and left her free to behave wickedly, without recriminations.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ Philip said, and squeezed her hand.

As though in a dream, she was guided outside, where any of her neighbours could see her and shame her.

Philip was driving her to a mystery destination, with both in quiet contemplation, as they thought over all the naughty things that happened so far this week. Thinking of that moment when a stranger squeezed her crotch, she pulled her thighs together. That particular wicked act had to be kept from Philip. Not so much because it happened, rather, it was because she became so sexed up and out of control. If Philip hadn't been there, she would have let the man lead her astray.

She dare not think about it happening again today. The fear of becoming so sexed up that she became helpless to resist a stranger, was very wrong, yet exciting. As a demure married woman, and a nice normal housewife, Felicity had always been