This is a fun erotic story about being naked. Molly finds excuses to take off her clothes, enjoying the thrill of baring herself in unexpected places. She makes a game of it, risking being seen while punishing herself sexually if she chickens out.
She undertakes her most daring challenge on a forest path, where she undresses gradually and dares herself to keep going further. Will she make it to the end of the trail and back again without getting caught, or will her walk in the woods have unexpected and erotic consequences?
This short story contains exhibitionism, explicitness, tasteful erotica, some mild cuckolding, interesting characters, and a playful spirit. It is both explicit and friendly. All sex is consensual, and everything is meant to make you feel warm and happy in all the best ways.
In other words, this story is quality erotica for the discerning, sex-positive person. Everyone is invited to enjoy so long as it’s okay for you to do so (you’re an adult and you know the drill).
I hope you enjoy!
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I’ve got a thing for being naked in public places. Not in the obvious places — nude beaches aren’t my thing — but sneaking my skirt off in the grocery market or baring my breasts in a bookstore thrills me down to the tips of my toes.
I’ve done this for ages, since I was a young girl. I played naked hide-and-seek even when I was old enough to know better. As a woman, I’ve never really stopped playing this game. I guess I’m now definitely old enough to know better but I’m still getting naked when I shouldn’t.
It’s not always a big risk. Last week I was dress shopping at Kohl’s. As an exhibitionist, I don’t lock the dressing room door; the off chance that someone might stumble in on me changing is arousing. I try on some dresses, slipping in and out of them while wearing plain, practical underwear. When I have tried all of them, I take off my bra and panties and stand naked in the stall under that unflattering fluorescent light.
I like to make a game of these things. To challenge myself, I toss my underwear over the wall into the stall next to me. I steel my will, peek out the door, and walk as slowly as I can bear, lingering for a heart-pounding moment naked, in full view of anyone who might happen by, before slipping into the next stall. The thrill is indescribable. I retrieve my bra and panties and walk slowly back to the original stall. By the time I close the door, my heart is racing and I’m fully aroused. I tuck my underwear in my purse, dress, and go to the checkout with flushed cheeks.
Sometimes I stand naked in front of a window at my house and I set a timer. If I can’t stand still for the whole time I have to punish myself (sexually, of course). I like the fidgety feeling of being bare and the possibility that I might be seen.
I’m happily married, by the way, if that happened to be in question. Mark appreciates that I play these little games. It turns him on to know that other people (especially men) might see me. (He has a thing for imagining me with other men.) Sometimes we collaborate. It’s fun to have him directing me and deciding on how I get punished if I cheat. But mostly I find satisfaction – maybe more satisfaction – by playing alone.
There’s a nature park near my home, and a path meanders through the forest before ending at the mucky shore of a bog. It’s a dirt trail that hardly anyone uses. Quite private. From time to time I see somebody out there running, but usually it’s just me and the birds.
I’ve been brewing up a sexy little game for weeks.
I’m dressed for a run in a tank top and shorts. I would normally wear tights when I go running, but they’re too awkward to tug off. I’m also wearing Crocs instead of tennis shoes for the same basic reason.
It’s a humid day but under the trees on the path it’s cool, green, and shady. I walk for a while, leaving the public areas of the park behind. I look around like a shoplifter scanning for security guards. Nobody’s nearby.
I’m already jazzed up. My pussy is wet and I’m achy and nervous.
I review the challenge. I’ve made up some rules for this game. There are three milestones, and each one will make it progressively more challenging – and riskier. By the time I reach the pond (if I can get myself to go that far), I’ll be naked, and I’ve decided to walk all the way back to the start without any clothes.
Why does that send such a shiver of delight up my spine? My mouth gets dry just thinking about it. I mean, it’s not a big deal, is it? I get naked every time I take a shower and I think nothing of it. But the very thought of walking through the woods in the buff makes me quiver. Anyone could come walking down the path. Anything could happen. That feeling of dreaded excitement is exactly why I play this game in the first place.
If I walk all the way to the end and back without chickening out, I get to give myself an orgasm, but the orgasm must be accomplished before leaving the park. That’s the rule.
If I do chicken out, I will punish myself by not having an orgasm for one week; and I must watch an hour of porn of my husband’s choosing (last time he made me watch cumshot compilations); and I must watch the porn naked, on my hands and knees, in the living room, with the blinds open; and I must have something inserted in my ass the whole time. The something in my ass will be Mark’s choice, which usually means a household implement. Of course, I would probably enjoy the punishment just as much as playing the game in the first place, but that’s not the point. It’s enough incentive to keep me from turning back.
If I get caught… Well, I haven’t decided all the rules for that yet, but I do know the most important rule. If I get caught, I will not try to cover up or hide at all. That feels especially gutsy and I don’t know if I can do it for real, but I’ll try.
I drum up my courage and check all around one more time. I strain my ears. Nobody.
I step out of my Crocs and with a quick jerk I pull my shorts down, stooping to collect the slip of fabric. I’m wearing a nice but practical pair of panties. Pink, floral, with a hint of lace. I picked this pair because they look especially like girly panties, and if I’m seen in them I want to make sure that person knows that I’m walking in the woods in my underwear, and not, let’s say, bikini bottoms. I want them to know that what I’m doing isn’t socially acceptable. I get wet and my belly twists with excitement.
I leave the Crocs tucked at the base of a tree and tuck my shorts inside of them. Leaving my clothes behind is part of the challenge. If I go all the way and come all the way back to the start I will have won. My bare feet are tender, so twigs and stones on the path hurt, which makes me go slowly. I can’t really run. This makes the aching fear of getting caught much more intense – and actually dangerous, I suppose. The wrong kind of man might take nudity as an invitation, and I’d have a hard time running away in my bare feet. I hesitate, and then decide I’m just conditioned to be paranoid. I’ll admit that the risk of it gets me that much more excited.
I walk, my heart racing. I feel like I’m going extra slowly, like in a dream. After a bit, the adrenaline subsides, and I start to hear the birds and appreciate the sunlight. I’m just taking a pleasant walk in the woods, only without shorts. No big deal. You’d think I was just wearing bikini bottoms if you happened to pass by, which might be a little weird on a hike but no big deal if I were on the beach. But I’m not on the beach, and the difference causes an electric current between my legs.
I reach the first milestone, where the path passes over a little stream. I take a deep breath. Phase two.
I pull off my underwear. Now I’m bare from the waist down, but with tank top and bra still on. I roll my panties neatly and leave them in the crook of a branch. The breeze feels cool on my naked skin. It ruffles the curls between my legs and stirs up a wonderful tingling sensation.
As I cross the walkway over the stream I feel reluctant to leave my underwear behind. It’s silly. That tiny bit of fabric barely hides my bits, but the underwear still feels like safety. My pussy and ass are bare, and I have nothing to hide them with if it came to that. Am I crazy to keep going? I’m half-naked in the woods. But the thrill draws me forward.
I walk. My attention is fixed on my lower half. I’m wet. I tingle, and I want to touch myself, but I resist.
I have no pants.
This thought keeps looping in my head. I’m so aware of how wet I am. Every step makes me aware of the sensations of skin, the breath of wind, and warmth.
I have no pants.
I keep walking. The dirt is soft underfoot, it gushes in places, and I keep stepping on sharp bits and wincing. My feet are muddy. I feel my heartbeat in my pussy. My pulse is fluttery, and my senses are keyed in. I hear everything.
I walk a long time and it seems really slow in bare feet. It’s probably just a few minutes but it feels much longer. My underwear is very far behind me at this point, so I’ve got no easy escape and that excites me. You have no idea how much it excites me. I’m wet – so wet – and my belly is tight with anxious arousal. I love that feeling so much.
I’m at the next milestone, which is a huge cottonwood tree with an unbelievably thick trunk. I like to feel the rough bark and slip my fingers in the grooves. I take a deep breath. Now I’m getting nervous. Taking my top off kicks up my anxiety more than just being bottomless, perhaps because I’m showing so much skin.
I pull off my tank top, roll it, and tuck it between the roots of the huge tree where it won’t get all covered in dirt. I take a deep, shuddering breath. My heart thuds in my chest. I’m nearly naked, just a bra between me and being completely bare. Somehow that last shred of clothing makes me feel even more vulnerable, accentuating just how little I’m wearing.
I feel all antsy with arousal and nerves, and I realize I need to pee. I hadn’t planned on that. I duck behind the tree and squat, listening to the dull splashing sound as a trickle runs down the hill. I emerge from behind the tree, not paying attention to my surroundings. When I’m dead in the center of the path I let out a squeal as I see a figure out of the corner of my eye.
He’s a young man, maybe twenty or so, and is stopped in his tracks. He’s handsome and looks friendly, but is just as startled as I am. He wears a camera with a big lens around his neck. I start backing toward the tree before realizing how futile that is; he’s already seen everything my body has to offer. He looks friendly, but my skin is rippling with goosebumps and the back of my neck is prickling.
He stares at my body for a good long moment. My instinct is to cover my crotch, but I resist. I straighten up instead, letting him get a good eyeful. Those are the rules: if I get caught, I don’t hide. After a solid look, he chuckles and drops his gaze.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” he says. I like the soft tone of his voice. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be so dressed up in the woods today.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I was going for something casual.”
My heart is thudding, and I’ve flushed bright pink from chest to cheeks. I laugh nervously.
I wonder how friendly I should be? He seems nice, but he’s a stranger and could be dangerous.
“Um, I feel like I need to ask if you’re okay? I mean, I don’t know why you’re naked but… Well, do you need help or something?”
“No, but thanks.” I decide honesty is best. “Actually, uh, you caught me playing a little game.” I make a face.
“Oh, really?” He’s still looking at the ground. I can hear the curiosity in his voice. “So, I feel like I should probably just, um, go and let you… Do whatever you’re doing.”
“It’s okay to look at me,” I say. “If you want to.”
He glances up. I feel the heat of his eyes on my body. “I’m glad you said something, because I really wanted to look.” He laughs and walks closer.
I take a couple of steps backward, still not sure if this guy is safe.
“Sorry,” he says, holding up his hands. “I can tell you’re nervous, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Thanks,” I say. I ask myself if I would fear him if I were dressed, and the answer is emphatically no. I let my guard down. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, either.”
“Do you mean I might be bothered because you’re naked? I’m cool with it, trust me. More than cool…” His sheepish grin makes me like him even better.
“Good,” I say.
“I’m super curious what the story is here, but I don’t want to pry. But I’m so curious…”
I clear my throat. Wow, am I hot and bothered right now!
“Well, this might sound super weird, but I’m on a walk, taking off clothing as I go, and trying not to get caught.”
“But I guess I caught you,” he says.
“Yes,” I say, smiling. I don’t want to seem too friendly, but I have a good feeling about this guy.
“Like a dare?”
“Well, sorta. Except I’m daring myself.”
“Why, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Because I get turned on,” I say, blushing even more. “I’m kinda into being naked in places I shouldn’t be naked.”
“I get it,” he says. “I’m Daniel, by the way.”
“Molly,” I tell him, giving a cute little wave.
“You’re taking pictures?” I say, gesturing to the camera.
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m a photography student.”
“Mmm.” I wonder if he’ll ask to snap some photos of me. I’d be almost miffed if he didn’t.
“I’m really trying not to cross any boundaries, but for the record, you look really sexy.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling and flushed. I clear my throat.
There’s an awkward pause. I’m blushing, wondering what to do next. It would be easy to say, “so long” and keep walking. Except I kinda don’t want to go. This tickles my exact itch and I’m super turned on. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know what should happen (after all, I’m married), but I’m not ready to let this encounter end.
I lick my lips. “Here’s the thing…” I say slowly. “You caught me, so I’m supposed to punish myself. Maybe that sounds weird, but I made up some rules…”
“Well, I haven’t quite worked out what that punishment should be. But you look like a nice guy, maybe you’d be willing to help me with that?”
My heart is racing.
“Yeah, sure.” Daniel blushes. I love to see that color in his cheeks.
I lean against the tree and push my buttocks out toward him. He also gets an excellent view of my privates.
“Spank me,” I say. “That can be my punishment.”
“Are you sure?”
My husband and I have been playing, just a bit, with other men. He’s not the least bit jealous, and he’s told me several times that he’s okay with me fooling around so long as I tell him everything. I’ve given a hand job to a friend, let that same guy come on my breasts, and enjoyed being eaten out, all with my husband’s encouragement. But we haven’t gone any further, so I try to figure out where my boundaries are.
It probably would have been good to figure those out before I’m so horny!
My bra is the only bit of fabric left on my body. I get pleasure from keeping my tits covered, as if I’ve somehow managed to preserve a tiny bit of mystery. There’s a part of my body that Daniel can’t see. I’m sure he’d like to get to look at my bare breasts, but I can’t take it off until the last milestone.
Daniel positions himself behind me. I wait.
“Are you sure?” he says.
“Yes, very sure.”
“I’m not really used to, um, spanking girls,” he says. It’s cute. He’s a newb.
“First of all, I’m not exactly a girl. And I think you can figure out how to spank a woman.”
He slaps my ass, but it’s a weak smack, not enough to zing.
“You’ll need to spank harder,” I say.
“Sure,” he says.
“Just a second,” I say, realizing something important. “How old are you?”
I pray that he doesn’t say seventeen. “I’m twenty.”
I sigh. “Phew,” I say.
“Worried you’re robbing the cradle?”
“You’re old enough,” I say.
“Do you mind if I ask… I mean, I know you’re older than I am, but…”
“Can we just leave that a mystery?” I say.
“Yep, cool. I mean, it doesn’t matter, I’m honestly just curious.”
“When you were born I could drive and had been having sex for two years,” I say.
“Okay, now it’s weird,” he says, but he’s laughing. “I’m joking. Unless it’s weird for you?”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Well you look fucking amazing,” he says, his eyes sparkling.
“Thanks,” I say. It’s nice to hear that he likes what he sees. “Now, spank me harder this time.”
I present my ass to him, legs straight and body bent. I hang onto the tree bark for support.
He tries again. His palm makes a crisp smack, but there’s not enough pain to make it effective. He doesn’t want to hurt me. It’s sweet.
“Harder. Try spanking me really hard, a lot harder than you’re doing. You won’t break me.”
This time, he really swings. His palm sets my ass check on fire! I let out a cry of delighted surprise as my skin tingles and crackles with electric nerves. A bloom of pink rises on my buttock.
“Sorry, was that too hard?”
“That was perfect,” I say. I put my head down, excited for a good old spanking.
Now that he has the hang of it, Daniel spanks me excellently. I bite my lip to keep from yelping as he reddens my ass. I gush with excitement and my nipples get hard as little stones.
“Enough?” he says after a few minutes.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Daniel cups my rosy ass, his fingers brushing my nether lips. I gasp, and he hastily pulls away.
“I’m sorry, I should have asked before I touched you,” he says.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, not sure how far I’m willing to let this go. “You can touch me again if you want.”
“I’d like that.”
“Daniel?” I say.
“I think I need to tell you that I’m married.”
I hear him groan. “I had no idea,” he says. “Now I feel like you’re just teasing me.”
He wasn’t wrong. “We’re experimenting,” I say. It’s weird to admit that. “Sort of.”
“So, you can sleep with other people? What’s the ‘sort of’ part?”
“Um, it means I feel comfortable fooling around a little but maybe not, like, full sex.”
He touches my thighs, avoiding my flushed buttocks. His fingers trace lightly on the sensitive insides of my legs, slipping higher. I spread a little bit for him.
“Is it okay if I touch you, um, there?”
“Yes, but Daniel, I need you to know that this might not go much further, okay?”
“Okay, I understand,” he says. “I’ll stop when you say so.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Okay.”
His fingers brush my folds and I sigh. My flesh aches. For several minutes his fingertips brush my labia – but never dipping inside. I press toward him involuntarily. He settles his finger between my folds, right at the entrance of my wet core. He lingers there, doing little circles with his fingertip. I can tell he wants to finger me but he’s hesitating.
“This is the first time I’ve done anything without my husband in the room,” I say.
“I’m honored,” Daniel says, but he sounds like he’s just interested in fixating on his gentle explorations.
I’m still not ready to tell him to stop, but I probably should. The spanking was a punishment for getting caught, but now we’re in serious foreplay territory and I’m not sure I’ll be able to say no when the time comes. I’m so fucking turned on. I really want Daniel to have me against this tree, but I’m sure I shouldn’t. I’ve probably gone too far already.
I think about how nervous I’m going to be to tell my husband. It’s one thing to talk about fooling around and another to go and do it. I just hope it really is okay with him.
I curse myself for not having The Talk before now to set these boundaries clearly. We’ve talked, obviously, but I should have asked him more explicitly and pushed him on a few points. Fingered by a stranger: ok or no? Blowjob for a man I just met? Getting fucked in the woods by a guy way too young for me? I just didn’t think that anything would possibly happen out here, at least not anything I’d be interested in pursuing.
Daniel rubs my clit with his thumb while his fingertip teases the rim of my core. It’s sweet how respectful he is. Most guys would be knuckles deep with three fingers by now, but he’s just tenderly caressing my folds and lingering near my well. I can sense how much he wants to slip his finger inside, and frankly, I really want to be filled (and fingers aren’t what I have in mind).
I tell myself that I should stop now while I still can – but I don’t.
“You can finger me a little,” I say.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second before his finger slides inside my pussy. The angle is awkward, and it feels nice but not amazing. I can tell that Daniel is super turned on by the way he’s breathing, and the sound of his arousal turns me on too. I know that he’s going to want to fuck me, and I’m still trying to decide if I’m going to let anything happen. I would love to feel him inside, but not without checking with my husband. Also, he probably doesn’t have a condom – I’d be a little concerned if he carried one on a walk in the woods (I certainly don’t have one).
“You are so wet,” he breathes, working his finger sensually in and out. My pussy makes wet noises as he fingers me.
“Yeah, I know,” I whine. “I’m pretty turned on.”
“I mean, so damn wet. Like, whoa.”
What he’s doing is tender and nice, but this position up against the tree isn’t the most comfortable. I’m holding myself up by the rough bark and bending over to give him easier access. I suddenly wish we had a bed and could do this properly, but beds tend to be scarce in the woods.
What really turns me on isn’t what his fingers are doing, exactly, but the fact that he’s doing it. I mean, I didn’t know this guy ten minutes ago. Look at how quickly we went from total strangers to his middle finger probing my pussy. I guess I’m easy.
A total stranger, a fucking cute college guy, FINGERING ME. Holy shit, the more I think about it, the hotter I get.
“So weird that I didn’t even know you a second ago,” he says. As if he’s reading my mind!
I just groan, giving myself to the sweet feelings inside of me.
I debate for several minutes while Daniel fingers me. He’s getting into it now, using both hands with his thumb on my clit and two fingers inside. My pussy makes wet noises as I get increasingly aroused. I decide that I don’t want to leave him hanging and I’m getting hot enough that I need things to go one way or the other.
The words “fuck me” linger right on my lips. God, it would feel great to have sex with him. I hesitate, biting my lower lip, feeling lust welling steadily between my legs. I take a deep breath.
“Okay,” I say. “Listen, I know you’d probably like to have sex right now, but that’s further than I want to go. I mean, I want to fuck you, but I feel like I need to ask my husband.”
“I get it,” he says. He voice is husky with lust. “I’d love to fuck you, too, but even this is great.”
I’m not going to leave him hanging.
“Would you like to jerk off instead? I’ll let you come on my back.”
“You mean it? Like how on your back?”
“You know, like the small of my back? If I bend my knees a little?”
“Oh, God, yes,” he says. “That would be spectacular.”
“You can’t go inside no matter how much you want to, though, understand?” I’m bending over, pretty much offering my ass and cunt to him, and I don’t want there to be any confusion. “You got it?”
“Of course,” he says, unbuckling. “Are you sure, though?”
“About going inside? Yeah, sorry, pussy’s off limits. Can you handle that?”
“No, sorry. I mean, about doing any of this? Your husband is really okay with this?”
“I think it’s okay. I don’t think he’ll be mad.” I just don’t want to go much further than he and I have gone together, but I’m pretty sure that this guy coming on my back will be fine.
“Jesus, Daniel, get your cock out! I don’t know how else to tell you to come on me,” I say.
He laughs. “Okay, okay. Just making sure. And thank you, I am so horny now.”
I appreciate that. He’s a good guy. I like him a lot and I want him to come.
I gaze over my shoulder as he pulls out a modest but very serviceable cock.
“I know it’s not very big,” he says apologetically.
I feel bad that he thinks he has to say that to me. It makes me want to fuck him even more.
“It looks amazing to me,” I say. “I would fuck you senseless if things were a little different.”
“Ha, nice. Maybe a raincheck then?”
“Mm, absolutely.” I bet my husband would be on board with me having a bed session with Daniel if he could watch me get fucked.
And he does look amazing, I’m not just saying that. His jeans are open, his boxers are pulled down in the front, and his erection stands fiercely from a nest of auburn curls. The hem of his soft cotton t-shirt rests at the base of his shaft. That tiny detail makes me crazy horny.
A surge of brash energy rushes up my spine.
“Let me give this thing a try,” I say, turning around. I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s super smooth and hard as a rock. I really want to put him in my mouth, but I control myself.
He lets out a moan as I stroke him.
“You should buy a guy dinner first, at least,” he says in a tense, pleasure-filled tone.
“It’s okay for me to touch you, right?” I say.
He’s stopped listening. Damn he’s hard. So. Goddamn. HARD. I forgot just how erect twenty-year-olds can get! Wow do I want to go down. I bet I could take all of him without gagging, and sweet heaven, do I want to try!
I stroke Daniel with both hands. He’s slick with need, and soon my palms are, too. Really wet. He makes the nicest moans. He even moans like a nice guy.
Ugh, I can’t stand it anymore. I get down on my knees, brush a few strands of hair out of my mouth, and look up at him with his cock just an inch from my lips. The look on his face is magnificent, like he’s about to lose his mind. The sun shines through the leaves and gives him a bright halo.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. Daniel lets out a guttural moan. He tastes salty and slick, and a little soapy. I take him deeper, running my tongue over his glans. Then I lean in, sliding him slowly back into my throat. I can’t describe the sound that he makes as my lips wrap around the base of his shaft. He’s just the right size for me to swallow his whole length.
My girlfriends are always joking about big cocks. I get it, I love to feel full of man. But Daniel’s cock is a wonderful size. It’s very satisfying for me to give him a blowjob, and I can tell by the way he’s staggering with pleasure that it’s great for him, too. I can give Daniel a sucking that I could never accomplish with my husband’s larger cock.
“Oh, my God. That’s unbelievable,” Daniel says, holding the back of my head gently.
I slurp him in and out with long, slow strokes. All the way down and back up. I’ve always liked deep throating, but I’ve never felt like such a pro before.
Now I’ve got to decide if I’m letting him come in my mouth? I decide it’s okay, and as soon as I give into that decision, my resolve withers. If he’s going to spurt his cum in my throat, what’s really the difference?
When I can tell he’s close, I get up and lean against the tree, sticking my ass out. I bend my knees to make it easier for him.
“Fuck me,” I say.
“Oh, Jesus,” he gasps.
His cock nuzzles between my folds and he presses himself inside. I moan at the delicious slide of his cock in my pussy. He’s so turned on I know this won’t take more than a moment. The slapping sound of him fucking me is intoxicating. He grinds himself into me, his breathing getting louder with each stroke. I moan, tilting my hips to let him stroke as deep as he can. I feel the burn on my hamstrings, holding this position for him like I’m stretching after a run.
Just as Daniel is on the edge, I catch movement out of my peripheral vision. A handsome woman about my own age is powerwalking past. She’s wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, wearing a pair of earbuds. Daniel and I are unavoidable, right in the middle of the path. My heart races, and Daniel has his back turned so that he doesn’t see her. We can’t stop, not now. I’m so hot I can barely breathe. The woman keeps walking, staring straight ahead as if we weren’t fucking right here in front of her. I’m impressed by her composure, but at the last minute she glances at us and flashes me a sly smile.
The lady gets it. Sometimes you just gotta get nasty in the woods.
Daniel spots her walking away and I guess it’s just too much for me. He starts jerking as he spills inside my cunt. I love being the recipient of that intense energy from any man. I watch the woman walk away, waiting for her to glance behind her, to catch another glimpse of us, but she just keeps walking.
After Daniel slips out, things feel a bit awkward. I straighten up. I’m sticky between the legs. Daniel looks embarrassed as he puts his cock away, like now that he’s come, he maybe regrets letting his penis think for him. Well, I don’t regret it. I now feel I’ve been properly punished for being caught. Or rewarded. I’m not sure.
“Thank you so much,” he says.
“You’re welcome, and thank you.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
“I can’t,” I say. “Until I’ve finished the course.”
“So now what?” he says. “We just go our separate ways?”
“Well, I want to finish the game. But you can keep me company if you want.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he says.
We walk. I’m still wearing nothing but my bra. I feel swampy between my thighs. I absolutely had not expected to have sex on this little adventure.
Daniel keeps glancing my way, admiring my body. I like the attention. I’m absolutely tuned up, quivering with arousal.
“So, not time to get rid of the bra yet?” he says.
“Not until the end.”
We talk while we go. Daniel’s a student and amateur photographer. He’s seeing a girl, but it’s casual. He knows she’s seeing other guys, so he doesn’t think this will be a problem.
“You’ll tell her?” I ask.
“Yeah, of course. Honesty is so important.”
Huh. Nice guy. I like him. He’s too young for me by a long shot, but I enjoy his energy and politeness.
We reach a pond covered in green algae. A big white crane glides in for a landing, parting the green like a knife. It’s peaceful. This is the last milestone, so I smile at Daniel and let him unhook my bra. He looks at my small breasts and hard nipples with appreciation.
“You’re really hot,” he says.
“Yeah?” I blush.
“I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re hot because you look so normal.”
“Ha, I don’t know if there’s a right way to take that?”
“I dunno,” he says. “Forget I said it. Sorry.”
“No, I think I know what you mean.”
“You look… organic, or something.”
“I’m one-hundred percent organic,” I joke. “Very healthy. And I taste good.”
“I wouldn’t know,” he says, blushing. “But you look good.”
“Well, thanks, Daniel.”
I’m tingling from all the flirting. Talking about being organic and tasting good made me think about him tasting me, which left me wondering if Daniel is any good at cunnilingus. Woo, is it hot out here or what?
Daniel carries my bra as we walk back toward the beginning. I tell him about playing this game as a girl. He’s genuinely interested in me.
“I’ve never met a naked woman in the woods,” he says. “But I guess she’d bound to be interesting.”
We talk about my relationship with my husband and how we’re trying out a little bit of sexual play with others. He tells me that he will feel bad if my husband gets pissed and it hurts the marriage. I don’t think it will, but I feel guilty anyway. The fact that I’m doubting means I didn’t do this the right way.
We get back to the tree and I collect my shirt and hand it to Daniel.
We talk and joke together and before I know it, we’ve reached the stream. I get my panties out of the tree and hand them to him. I like having him holding my undergarments, it turns me on.
The trip back goes so quickly with company. I’ve made it. My Crocs are here with my shorts, too.
“Well, I guess I did it,” I say, grinning. “All the way, with a little detour in the middle there.”
“Congrats,” he says, chuckling. “So… Now what?”
“Well,” I say. “Since I’ve finished the game without chickening out, I’ve earned an orgasm.”
“Even better,” Daniel grinned.
“But I have to do it before I leave the park.”
“Not to be presumptuous, but is there anything I can do to help you with that?” His eyes are mischievous.
“Well, how are your oral skills?” I say.
“Do you want to find out?”
“Uh, yes,” I say, my eyes sparkling. “If you want to show me.”
We find a patch of grass just a few yards from the path. Daniel volunteers to lie down and I straddle his face with my curls facing his nose and ass on his chin. The first contact is the best. Light and sweet as his tongue barely flirts with my folds. Then he starts getting into it. I sink down, letting my soaking flesh cover his mouth.
“Oh,” I groan as he wraps his lips over my bud and sucks.
“You like it?” he says. I wonder if he’s really asking. I don’t know how many girls this guy has eaten out, but he’s doing a marvelous job.
I brace myself against the pleasure. “Oh, yeah.”
His hands slip to my breasts and he teases my nipples into tingling bulbs. I grind my pussy on his face, groaning as the tingling threatens to overwhelm me.
“Jesus, Daniel, that’s going to do it,” I gasp.
My insides quiver and bunch, tightening into a pulsing fist of electricity, before unleashing with fury. I come, hard, riding his mouth to get every ounce of pleasure from my orgasm. I brace my hands on the grass to keep from collapsing on him, my thighs and arms shaking.
When I’m done, I roll off him, panting. He looks pleased. From start to finish it was probably three minutes.
“First class oral skills,” I say, handing him my shirt to wipe his mouth. He uses his own instead, which makes me melt a little bit more for him.
“Thanks, I took oral skills last semester.”
“Well, nice job. And thank you.”
“I could taste myself on you,” he says. “I’ve never done that before.”
“I appreciate you giving it everything you’ve got,” I say. “Thanks again.”
He shakes his head. “No, thank you. Today was unexpected, and I’ll never forget it. Could I ask you a favor?”
“Shoot,” I say.
“Could I get a picture of you?”
“Sure,” I say. “But promise me you won’t post it anywhere, please?”
“I promise. Private collection only.”
I pose by a tree and he snaps a few photos with that big lens.
“I hope you use these for good,” I say.
“And by good, I mean masturbation, of course.”
I get dressed. It’s the first time he’s seen me with all my clothes on like a normal person. For some reason, that feels sexy too.
“Daniel, would you ever be open to coming over to my house and continuing this with me and my husband?”
Daniel smiles. “I dunno, what kind of deal is this?”
“I think it could go a lot of ways, but I’d kinda like to fuck you and I think my husband would be into watching. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like a date; just give me a day and time and I’ll be there.”
I get his number. We part ways in the parking lot and I grin devilishly while I drive away. My little game turned out better than I ever expected.
I would normally take a shower after an afternoon like this, but today I just wash my face and rinse the mud off my feet. I very specifically don’t wash anything below the waist. I know that Mark will want me to stay “slutted up” until he gets home.
I keep thinking about the path, being naked, and Daniel. Despite the orgasm, I feel like I need five more just to take the edge off. I watch the clock until Mark will be home, the events of the afternoon looping in my head. I practice what I’m going to say to him.
Mark, I have something that I want to tell you. I’m just going to be direct because I’m really nervous. I met a guy in the woods and he spanked me, and that got me turned on, so I blew him, and I thought it would just be easier to have unprotected sex because we didn’t have a condom. It was great. Oh, and he ate me out and gave me an orgasm. Also, he’s got some naked pictures of me. I assume that’s okay, right?
We have a large fontaine foot stool with fancy legs and dimpled buttons. It looks old fashioned and is as big as a coffee table. I’m not very fond of it as a piece of furniture, but it’s one of my favorite possessions because it’s perfect for a variety of sex positions. The top is cushioned but the legs are good for handcuffs, and it’s just the right height for kneeling or bending over. It’s big enough that I can crouch on hands and knees. Just looking at it, you’d never guess that it’s a favorite sex toy.
When he gets home I’m ready for him. I’ve pulled the footstool into the middle of the living room. I’ve stripped naked. I’ve pressed a lubed butt plug into my tight little asshole. I’m bent over the footstool with my ass pointed to the door and my head down. My buttocks are still pink from the spanking earlier in the day.
At last I hear the garage, the door closing, and Mark’s footsteps. I’m the first thing he sees, presenting submissively for him.
“Hi honey,” he says lightly, setting down his stuff as I’m not face down/ass up.
“Hi, Mark. How was your day?”
“Pretty great, but I’m glad to be home. How about you? Did you do the path today?”
“Yes,” I say.
“How did it go?”
“Really well,” I say. “I’ll tell you when you’re settled.”
“I look forward to hearing about it.”
It amuses me that he’s ignoring that I’m naked, plugged, with my ass in the air – pretty much begging to be punished and/or fucked.
He’s bustling around, washing out his lunch dishes. He walks by on the way to the bathroom and gives me a quick slap on my bare ass. I wait for him. He emerges from the bathroom naked with the big Hitachi vibrator in one hand while stroking his thick cock in the other.
“I’m guessing that you have something to tell me,” he says.
“What gave it away?”
“Maybe the totally submissive pose you’re in? This is your I feel guilty posture.”
Okay, here goes. “Yeah, I have something to tell you.” Deep breath.
“Did you fuck someone at the park?” he says.
He sits down next to me, gently petting my upraised buttocks.
“Why don’t you sit up for a minute?”
I climb out of the ass-presenting posture and sit next to my husband on the footstool. He puts his hand on my thigh and rubs it soothingly.
“Molly, before you say anything, let me say something first. I love you, but I don’t own you. Your body is yours to give however you want to whomever you like.”
I blush. “Thank you.”
“I told you that I’m completely okay with you doing whatever makes you happy. My only rule is that you always tell me. And that’s mainly because it turns me on.”
“I’m a little worried that this is just big talk, and that when it comes down to it you’re actually going to get your feelings hurt,” I say.
“I know I’ve said this before, but a few years ago, I realized that jealousy is more arousing than it is angering. Once I got rid of the idea that I needed to somehow keep you for myself, everything changed.”
“I know, that’s what you’ve said,” I say.
“Well, you just need to believe me. I mean, you’ve messed around with Peter while I watched. He came on your tits, and I told you it was okay to fuck him, I wanted you to, even though you didn’t. We all seemed to enjoy the evening, right?”
“Sure, but you were there,” I say. “That’s different.”
“If I’d had a problem with you fooling around with other men, that would have been a good time for me to tell you.”
“Well, it’s clear that you’re okay with it if you’re in the room while it happens,” I say. “I actually wanted to fuck Peter that night, but I didn’t want to push this too far, too fast.”
“Molly, I can handle the fact that you might want to have sex with more men than just me. In fact, it’s my biggest turn on.”
“I know it is. I guess I’m just making sure of you.”
My husband looks me in the eyes and says: “I’m giving you my unconditional consent to suck, screw, tug, jerk, make out with, hump, fantasize, lick, kiss and love anyone you want at any time. Just tell me if it happens (and don’t spare the details).”
I lean in and kiss him. “Thank you for being so cool.”
“Look, this is selfish for me. I get really turned on thinking about you with other guys. In some ways it’s even hotter to know you did stuff and I didn’t get to be there. That’s the masochist in me. So, go ahead and indulge, I just hope that I get to watch sometimes, too.”
“I might have somebody in mind,” I say, thinking of Daniel. “I’m also open to women, by the way.”
Mark shrugs. “The more the merrier. So, let’s hear this story from today. Why don’t you bend over my lap?”
I gladly get on my knees and position my chest across his legs on the footstool, like a schoolgirl ready to be spanked. This is a favorite of mine, since it gives him easy access to my bits. My torso is on his legs so that I can feel the wet tip of his erection pressing up on my belly.
I tell Mark the whole story while he runs his soft hands up and down my back. I tell the story in minute detail, especially once we get to the part with Daniel.
“So, he came inside of you? No condom?” Mark says, slipping his finger inside my pussy. “I hope you didn’t wash?”
“Of course not,” I say. “I knew to save myself for you.”
“Ah, that’s my girl.”
Mark groans and I feel his erection jump against my chest.
“Let’s tune you up,” he says. He lights up the Hitachi and presses it against my pussy. I let out a guttural moan as I’m flooded with delicious vibes. “Keep telling your story.”
I tell him about how much I like Daniel, how I’d like to have him over, how I sat on his face without a hint of shame, and how he made me come with his tongue. Mark makes me repeat the details of how Daniel licked and sucked my pussy. I’m super distracted by the intense, tingling vibrations the Hitachi is causing. I lose my train of thought.
“Now tell me how much you wanted to fuck him,” he says.
I repeat the part at the tree, how he was fingering me, and I really wanted his cock. Mark groans and I’m stuttering now, gasping as shivers of pleasure ripple through me. My clit is an electric button about to burn a hole in me. I stop talking, letting out sharp gasps of pleasure.
“How did you feel when he fucked you, Molly?” Mark asks.
“I… I felt guilty. I wanted him so bad, but I didn’t want to do anything… But I was weak and horny, and… Oh, Jesus…” I stop for a moment as a tingling spasm overcomes me, a precursor of the climax that’s gathering.
“I want you to fuck other men,” he says. “I give you permission to fuck other men. I need you to fuck other men, for my pleasure, not just yours.”
Oh, damn. Those words do the trick. I suck in a sharp breath and release a low moan as my insides twist up. Then I explode in a starburst of intense, glorious spasms. I go lightheaded. I’m flooded with bliss, crying out as my pussy wrings itself out.
Mark lets out a growl, picks me up, and tosses me on my back on the footstool. He spreads my thighs and buries his face between my legs, lapping at my pussy, trying to pick of the scent of my afternoon lover. I moan, my pussy still quaking, as he licks me.
“Oh, Molly, it turns me on so much that you fucked him,” he says.
He can’t wait any longer. He pounces on me and in one motion he’s up inside. His cock (for the record) is big, so when I say he’s inside I mean I’m full as hell, full almost to the point of pain, but in a good way. He feels extra huge, especially aroused knowing Daniel took me first.
He grunts, thrusting like a madman, driving himself into me. I love it when he gets super intense. He’s kissing, plunging his cock. I’m hanging on for dear life, crying out, and still vibrating from my orgasm as he slaps deeply into me.
“Thank you for fucking him,” he says in gasps between thrusts, “It turns me on to come second.”
I spread my thighs and tilt my hips to the ceiling to give him the deepest possible access. I kiss his ear and whisper.
“Next time, I’ll make sure that you’re watching when he shoots his hot load in my cunt.”
That single line does it for Mark. He grabs hold of me and pumps, as if he’s desperate to go as deeply as possible. I cry out as he grunts, thrusting hard to the depths, and spills in my pussy. We kiss for a long time after he’s finished but still inside me.
I’m relieved that my afternoon with Daniel didn’t cause any problems. Mark is true to his word. After dinner my husband asks me when I’m going to text Daniel to set up a time to play.
“Maybe I’ll give it a day or two to settle,” I say. “In the meantime, would you like to spank me?”
I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this erotic story. I had a blast writing it. It reflects several of my kinks, and the process of writing and editing has left me both hot and bothered. This is itself a reward, yet the biggest satisfaction is not my own enjoyment, but whether you as the reader shared my fantasy with me.
I like to think that I write one-handed literature. I hope that this story made you feel sexy and helped you get off. I’m not looking for riches from my writing, but I would love to know whether you enjoyed what you read. If you liked it, a rating or review is much appreciated. Let your friends know and put out a good word on my behalf!
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