Showing Off For My Wife's Pleasure

A first time effort based on real events.

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There I was lying on my back, on the floor of a cheap adult bookstore. All I was wearing were 5" heels, black thighhighs, and a nipple chain. In one hand, I was jerking my throbbing shaved shaft while I was using my other hand to fuck my ass with a double headed dong. Cum was glistening on my face and chest and running down my sides.

"Spread your legs for me," a spectator ordered. "I want to see you...all of you."

Six people were watching me abuse my ass. I pointed to Sara, the lesbian who had just popped my cherry asshole a couple of minutes ago and Ellen my wife, who had wanted to see me buttfuck myself like this for two years, and begged them to hold my legs high up in the air, spread them wide, and pull them back towards my head so my ass was up in the air and easy for the other four strangers -- three gay guys and one lesbian dike - to see me better.

Seeing my legs spread high and wide like a cheap tramp's, just made me hotter and I pumped my dick with abandon while shoving the dong in and out of my ass.

"Shoot your cream on your tits baby. Cover them in your spunk honey!" Sara urged me. It appears that Sara had been secretly seeing my wife for months and I was beginning to suspect she had helped set up this situation.

"Cum for me drag tramp, cum for me," one of the others urged.

I didn't need any encouragement. I jerked myself harder. My whole body writhed and twisted as I tried to get maximum pleasure. Ellen and Sara held onto my legs and spread them even wider and further back.

"Cum bitch,' the dike yelled.

I knew I was getting close. A wave of pleasure began to build up in my lower spine. I felt my hot sperm build up in my balls and start to rise through my cock. I rammed the dong deep into me and arched my back. Cum sprayed out onto the cheap makeup on my face, and my chest as I bucked like wild animal. I felt like I'd never cum so much in my life. Without a doubt it was the hottest, sluttiest sex I've ever preformed for anyone.

When the waves of pleasure had finished washing over me, I collapsed on my back. I had just fucked myself in front of five strangers and my wife, on the floor of a gay adult bookstore. I was covered in cum, wearing cheap make up, and exposing my ass to three queers who were getting hardons.

How did I end up here, acting like a cheap slutty fag? I'm straight, not queer (although the tattoo around my navel that said "Cocksucking Slut" might make the normal observer think otherwise). And, how was I going to get out of here without being gang raped?

The answer to both questions was the same -- a good Catholic girl who carried a 38 revolver and loved to go to adult bookstores.

I guess I better start at the beginning.

I had married a good Catholic girl, who I found out after getting married, didn't enjoy sex and only believed it was for having kids -- and she wasn't interested in having a family. That meant the only release I had was jerking off to a pile of girlie magazines I had bought at the convenience store across the street. And, that seemed to be okay with my wife Ellen, who knew about the magazines (the store clerk had told her about my purchases). I could jerk off when she wasn't home and she didn't have to worry about me pestering her for sex.

That's why I was surprised several years later, one late Saturday night when we were driving home from a baseball game. There was an adult bookstore on the drive home, and for some reason, as we passed by, Ellen commented, "I've never been in an adult bookstore. Let's stop."

What the heck, I figured. My girlie magazines were getting stale (we had moved to a new state and since we now lived in a rural area, convenience stores weren't common). This was my chance to take it to the next level.

The parking lot only had a couple of cars in it, was dark, and backed by woods. I pulled in and we went on our little adventure. We agreed that we could spend up to $30 apiece on whatever we wanted. What a deal -- I could buy any porn I wanted and it was okay.

I had visited a couple of adult bookstores when I was in college and wasn't surprised by what I found here. The building was old and the inside was threadbare. There was a counter running along the front of the store that had novelties like dildos, vibrators, and inflatable dolls. The left hand side of the store had a wide assortment of heterosexual magazines and videos. On the right hand of the store was a small gay section.

I went to the hetro section and started looking at the magazines. Ellen followed me and soon figured that that wasn't what she wanted. She wandered off, looked at the novelties and then drifted into the gay section.

We stayed for about half an hour. I found some magazines with shaved hotties frigging themselves in the cunt and ass with dildos, vibrators, veggies, and anything else they could find. I loved seeing girls fuck themselves like that.

After I had picked my allotment of porn I went over to where Ellen was hanging out in the gay section. A quick look told me that she had found something she liked because she had picked some magazines with guys stroking themselves off.

We went to the counter to check out. Ellen had never seen many of the novelties and asked a lot of questions about how they were used. Can you believe it; she had never seen a dildo or vibrator and didn't even know what they were for!

I would like to say that we had a wild passionate night, but it didn't happen. Ellen laid in bed and looked at her magazines, while I went into our spare bedroom (I told her I was looking for something) and jerked off one of the largest boners I had ever had. I then went back into the bedroom.

However, the ice had broken a bit. Ellen had discovered that some things turned her on. She liked shaved cocks, she liked seeing a man jerk himself off, she liked seeing men eat their own cum, and she liked to see them fuck themselves in the ass. I had no problem with the first desire and shaved my cock and balls the next day. Jerking off in front of her was a little harder, but I learned to like it. She would love watching me get myself hard, while she took pictures with our digital camera. She would even stroke my dick occasionally.

The last two requests were too much though. I wasn't about to eat my cum and I definitely wasn't going to buttfuck myself. A doctor had once put a finger up my ass for a prostate exam and I fainted right away.

But, Ellen kept pushing me to buy a dildo and buttfuck myself in front of her. When I told her no, she brought up the fact that my porn magazines all had women fucking themselves in the ass. If it turned me on so much, why couldn't I do it to myself? I asked if she would do it for me and she said no. That ended the argument, although she did keep pushing for me to eat my own cum. After awhile, I did become daring enough to put a bit on my finger and taste it.

I wasn't getting any more sex from Ellen, but beating off was a lot easier. If I needed to relieve my sexual tension I told her I was going to jack off and asked her if she wanted to watch. If she didn't, I would go into the spare bedroom and go to it. Sometimes she would change her mind and come in to watch the fun. She often brought the camera and had begun a collection of photos of me jerking my meat that she put on the walls of our bedroom. We even bought a new computer printer and photo software so she could make bigger and better prints of me jerking off. She might not like sex, but she had the makings of a serious porn collector.

About six months later, Ellen again suggested we go to the bookstore again. This time, she took some time looking at the dildos and again tried to get me to buy one. I refused. However, the thought that she wanted to see me buttfuck myself was beginning to excite me and I had a major boner as we walked out into the parking lot.

Ellen took a look at my hardon and suggested that she drive instead of me. "I want to see you jerk that shaved piece of meat for me," she explained when we got in the car. I quickly agreed and lifted my hips off the seat to pull my jeans down to half mast.

"No, I want you to take them off."

"I can't pull them all the way off, the car is too small," I protested. "I'll have to get out."

She smiled, "Then get out and take them off."

No one was in the lot, but it was a thrill to get partially undressed in the open. I got back into the car with my dick harder than before. I then proceeded to play with myself -- one hand on the shaft and the other massaging my balls. It was exciting -- here I was naked from the waist down, jerking off on as we drove down highway.

But Ellen's had more fun in store. As I was pounding myself, she suddenly pulled into a fast food drive through.

"Wait a second! I have to get dressed!"

"No chance. You better hurry up and cover yourself."

I grabbed my jeans and threw them over my crouch. The way they tented, it didn't take any imagination to figure what was underneath and what I had been doing to myself.

My embarrassment wasn't over yet. Ellen turned on the inside lights so the girl at the cash window had no problem seeing that I was naked from the waist down. The cashier smiled, turned around and said something loud to the rest of the staff. From the way she acted, I guess I wasn't the first one to do something like this.

When we came to the food window, there were two girls giggling and trying to get a better look at me. Ellen decided to take full advantage of it.

"Don't mind him. We just came from a porn shop and he was so hot he had to beat off." Ellen grabbed her magazines and showed them to the girls. Most of the covers showed guys with massive dildos up their asses. "Pictures like these get him hot," Ellen confessed. The girls gasped and started giggling even more. And, my hardon was growing the whole time. There was no doubt about it, I enjoyed being shown off.

During the next few months, I became even more of an exhibitionist. We would drive around while I was stark naked and jerking myself -- Ellen helped "handling the gearshift." Sometimes we stopped on remote roads and she would take pictures of me playing with myself out in the open. Then she decided it was time for another trip to a bookstore.

We picked another one this time. It was just off the interstate and would occasionally have eighteen wheelers in the parking lot. But, a different store wasn't the only change in the night's entertainment. Ellen had a new outfit for me. She had made a pair of cutoffs for me from a pair of my jeans -- a pair of cutoffs so skimpy that Daisy Duke cutoffs looked like a full length dress. The barest thread went under the crouch and my dick and balls were barely hidden and totally visible if I bent over even a little bit. She had slit the sides and sewn small pieces of Velcro into them, so they could be ripped off with a quick, light jerk. The top was a t shirt that was way too small that had the lower half cut off. Since I was blonde and didn't have a lot of body hair, the skin looked bare, not hairy. I got hot as I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran a lot and my body was trim and hard, with well defined legs. I got excited thinking about how I was going to be showing off that night.

Surprisingly, my outfit didn't even draw a second look when we went in. The store clerk and the few customers probably figured that I had lost a bet with my wife. However, those cutoffs were sure causing a problem. It seemed that all the hot magazines I wanted to look at were on the lower shelves and I could only get to them by exposing myself to everyone in the store (several customers kept looking my way). If I bent over at the waist, I was exposing myself to the customers and if I tried to lower myself using my knees, my dick and balls would pop out. And, putting that hard shaft back into those cutoffs was difficult and at one point I nearly pulled the Velcro apart, which would have caused the cutoffs to self destruct and left me stark naked from the waist down.

"Hey, come over and look at this!" Ellen called out. I went over to her usual hang out in the gay section. No doubt, she had found a hot guy who was fucking himself with a baseball bat.

I was wrong. This store had a shemale section and Ellen had found it. I had never seen a shemale before and what I saw was mind-blowing. This blonde had the biggest set of tits I had even seen, creamy white skin, pouty lips, and a shaved cock that was huge and hard. Boy, was she hot! My dick grew bigger (which I didn't think was possible) and began to peep out of the top of my cutoffs as I flipped through the pages. There was even a whole photo shoot of two shemales getting it on. For some reason, the idea of two guys fucking each other in the ass didn't turn me on, but I couldn't get enough of this. It didn't take long for Ellen to discover my newest fetish.

"Oh, so my little boy likes hard cocks," she said in a voice that turned the heads of everyone in the store. "It's just got to be dressed up like a girl." I could see a few of the customers snigger.

I should have stopped looking at the magazine, but I couldn't stop. These feminine bodies with the hard cocks were such a turn on. Ellen looked over my shoulder at the pictures and started to rub my dick through the cloth of the cutoffs. "So, this is what turns you on. You want a shemale to buttfuck you, huh? Forget the girls, let's buy these for you." I couldn't say no. I wanted those hot shemales so bad.

"I think we better get out of here before your dick pops out and we can't put it back in," Ellen said as she continued to rub me. She made me get a lot of the magazines off the bottom shelves as customers were walking by so they could see me. When she had picked up a good collection for me, she got her magazines -- more guys jerking off and buttfucking themselves. She then put those on top of the shemale magazines and forced me to wait until a couple of men were inline before letting me go up to the cashier. There I was in line, the tip of my hard, throbbing dick showing while holding a stack of gay porn. I was embarrassed and even Ellen had disappeared.

"I think its time we get this for you." I turned around and saw that Ellen had a package with a cock shaped butt plug -- a small one -- about four inches long and an inch wide. I was so hot that I didn't care. I just wanted to get out to the car and start relieving myself.

As usual, Ellen was going to drive while I pounded my meat. But she had more ideas. We were only just out the door and a hundred feet from the car when she grabbed my cutoffs and pulled. They came off leaving my hard, throbbing, shaved cock pointing at the sky. A car that was pulling in honked its horn and I saw the guy and girl inside looking at me and laughing. Ellen waved my cutoffs at them.

"Take off your shirt and shoes."

"My shirt and shoes? This is a gravel parking lot."

Ellen stopped. "We are not moving and I'm not unlocking the car until you totally strip." I didn't have a choice. Here I was flaunting myself at an interstate intersection with a truck stop just a few hundred yards down the road. Meantime, the guy and girl had gotten out of the car and were watching the two of us with interest. I acceded to her demand and she took my clothes and the magazines and put them into the trunk before unlocking the car. Since I wasn't used to walking around barefoot and the gravel was sharp, it took longer for me to get to the car. In the meantime, Ellen had gotten into the car and had locked the doors again. "Let me in," I pleaded.

"I will when you show me that you are so turned on by those shemales that you are willing to jack off right now."

"In front of everyone?" "Yes, start jerking. And I want you to tell me and them how hot those shemales made you. When you convinced me, I'll unlock the door."

A couple of bookstore customers who were walking out joined the couple. They had seen the interplay in the store and quickly told the new couple what happened. I didn't care by then. I started stroking my shaft and telling Ellen and the crowd how hot their tits and cocks made me. After forcing me to jack off by the car for a minute, she unlocked the door.

"Next time you will get a move on instead of taking your time to show off to those customers," she said while waving goodbye to the small crowd.

As soon as I got into the car I started wanking myself like a sex crazed animal while thinking about those hot shemale bodies. Unfortunately, Ellen had put the magazines in the trunk, so I had to work myself off with the images that had seared themselves into my brain. I just closed my eyes and pounded away while thrusting my hips in the air to meet the pounding of my fist. I wasn't jacking off as much as fucking my fist.

Suddenly, the car slowed and turned sharply. I opened my eyes and saw that we were pulling into a fast food drive through. "Hey, we can't go here! I don't have anything to cover up with!"

"You better use your hands." As we pulled through the drive through, I tried to cover up with my hands, but they couldn't even cover my hardon. My shaved balls couldn't fit under my hands either and were visible to anyone who looked into the car. By now I was so hot that I continued to rub myself a bit even as I tried to cover myself. As usual, Ellen turned on the interior lights so the cashier could see me.

Unfortunately, the clerk at the cash window was a guy, not a girl, but it didn't make any difference. I was totally exposed, as turned on as anything -- I just had to keep rubbing myself. I didn't care if it was Ellen, some girls or even a guy.

That night was a memorable one when we got home. I had to walk in stark naked (good thing we lived in the country). Then Ellen got the camera.

I had sworn not to eat my cum or buttfuck myself with a dildo, but it didn't make any difference that night. That buttplug looked hot and I couldn't wait to put it in me. While Ellen snapped away, I pulled out my shemale magazines and impaled myself on that tiny cock. When I shot my load all over my face and body, I scooped it up with my hand and ate it while Ellen kept shooting away. I felt so dirty, slutty, and satisfied that night.

I continued to show off, but that wasn't the only change in our lifestyle. Ellen still didn't like sex, but she was showing a lot of interest in different types of fetish pornography. She also had her long hair cut to a short butch style (its cooler she said). She also confiscated my pile of girlie magazines and heterosexual porn and threw it away. If I wanted to jerk off, she said, I could use what was in the house - shemale magazines, her collection of gay porno, and a growing collection of pictures of me jacking off -- so many of them that Ellen had run out of bedroom wall space and had proceeded to tape them up everywhere in the house. There were also several magazines showing women fucking men with strapons that had suddenly appeared.

But, I had even bigger adventures coming. Ellen was turning 40 and she had told me that she wanted to go to an adult bookstore for a special birthday present. She asked if I would help make it memorable for her.

The day before her birthday, we went out and, per her request, I got my nipples pierced. When I walked out of the piercing parlor, I was wearing two nipple rings and a chain. When we got home she brought some Nair out and asked me to make sure my legs and torso were nice and hairless. It went without saying that I would make sure my cock and balls were nice and smooth too.

This adventure was going to be different. Unlike previous bookstore visits at night, she wanted to go at noon. It was her birthday, so I agreed.

She had also been shopping at some bargain and second hand stores. She had bought a blonde wig, make up (the cheap kind) impossibly high heels in my size, a fake leather micro skirt, a tube top, and thighhigh black nylons.