The Weekend Pt. 05

"What?...I mean. Pardon? Did I hear you right? You're asking me if I want to carry on fucking other men now that we're together?...Oh my God, Dyl, I love you so much my darling, and I love having you in my life. So...No, I don't...I am quite happy to be exclusive with one another from now on."

Dylan hugged his lover tight against his chest, softly kissing her on the forehead, "That's great, my darling. It's just that...that if you still want to, I think I'd be okay with it...Being with you this last few weeks has awakened some strange fetishes in me that I never knew were there until they happened. I've discovered, I love it when you're being naughty and flashing strangers when we're out and about. It's a huge turn-on for me knowing other men and women are lusting after the beautiful woman I get to take home and fuck the living daylights out of."

Barbara, wide awake now, sensed they were at a watershed moment in their ongoing relationship. She'd suspected all along that Dylan really enjoyed the thrill he had just confessed to experiencing whenever he'd observed her indulging her own horny predilection for exposing herself to strangers in public places. The sex they'd had after each of those 'flashing' incidents had always been hard, passionate expressions of lust rather than their usual gentle love-making. She'd long ago admitted to herself just how much her exhibitionism turned her on, so why not Dylan? They weren't doing anyone any harm, so why not continue? It was just a super-sexy kink that was a part of their life.

Barbara slowly extracted herself from her lover's embrace. Leaning up on her elbows, she gazed into his eyes. The excitement he was feeling at confiding his fetish to her was obvious. Apart from the naughty glint in his deep blue eyes, his previously soft manhood was showing signs of arousal once again by slowly straightening instead of hanging loosely against his thigh. Taking his hand, she held his warm palm against her cheek before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"I know that, my darling. I'm well aware my little predilection for exposing my body turns you on. You've made that quite obvious on many occasions,"Grinning sheepishly, she carried on, "And I'm happy to continue, if that's what you want. But what about the other part? Do you really want me having sex with other men?...Or even other women?"

Dylan took a deep breath, adjusting his now-rigid cock to a more comfortable position against his flat stomach. His heart was pounding heavily in his chest as he prepared himself to confess his most lurid fantasy,"Barbara...My, gorgeous, sweet, sexy Barbara. Never in my dirtiest, filthiest, dreams did I ever imagine that watching the woman I love fucking another man – and especially fucking another woman – would turn me on as much as it did...But, it did...So, if you want to, but only if YOU want to, I'd love it if we occasionally had other people join us for sex...I got so turned on watching you fucking with Keith, and even more so when watching you and Diane together – I can honestly say, that was the horniest thing I've ever seen in my life... And as for when we both fucked you at the same time?...Wow...That was off the scale when it comes to dirty, kinky, sexual excitement...But it's up to you. Whatever you decide, I'm happy to go along with."

Barbara glanced down at her lover's rigid cock, it's little eye seeming to stare back at her as a dribble of the residue from their latest torrid fuck oozed out and slid down the pulsing shaft. Shaking her head slowly from side to side, her mouth gradually creased into a knowing smile as she looked up into Dylan's expectant gaze.

"Fucking hell...I've fallen in love with a kinky pervert." She laughed softly, clasping her fingers around his cock once again and using it to pull him toward her for a tender, loving kiss.

"Well it takes one to know one, you know,"He chided, marvelling that her mere naked presence seemed to inevitably inspire his penis to stand to attention with a will of its own.

Releasing his manhood from her soft grip, Barbara lay back onto the grass and placed her hands behind her head, closing her eyes to avoid looking up at his nervous smile."I think I need a stiff drink. This is absolutely huge, this...arrangement, you're proposing. I mean, we're committed to each other now, a couple in the true sense of the word. Oh my God...I'll really need to think long and hard before I agree to do anything...so...so... fucking naughty."

Jumping to his feet, Dylan looked down at her, his penis wilted to semi-hard with the dampener her last reply had put on the conversation, "I'll go get you that drink, give you a while to get your head around it. Just remember though, I don't want you to agree to anything just because you think it's what I want. If you don't want to, we'll say no more about it and live happily ever after having wonderful sex just between the two of us."

Barbara opened her eyes and watched his tanned rear as it disappeared through the French doors into the house. Left alone with what seemed like millions of confused thoughts running through her mind, she took a huge gulp of air, licked her dry lips, and murmured softly to herself, "Fucking hell...."

Chapter 2

Late Summer 2014

It had actually taken Barbara most of the next week to decide what she wanted to do – five long, thoughtful days spent alone in her own apartment. Even travelling down to join Dylan for the following weekend, she was still uncertain. On the one hand, her parents' handed-down values – the values she'd been instilled with as a young girl, those of fidelity, of being a one man woman and wanting to commit exclusively to the man she'd fallen deeply in love with. Against that, she had to admit, the thought of having him and being able to enjoy other men whenever the opportunity arose, was exciting her beyond belief. Whenever she'd been alone in her bed, tossing and turning over the pros and cons of each conflicting side of the argument, she'd inevitably got so turned on, she'd had to turn to her favourite vibrator to relieve her sexual tension. Each time she reached those self-induced climaxes, her lust-filled mind was certain she wanted to comply with what her lover had enthusiastically suggested, only to change inclination once again after she'd calmed down and was guiltily feeling embarrassment at her own sexual deviancy.

Later that evening, as they sat opposite one another having dinner, Dylan looked sheepishly at the unusually-quiet, beautiful woman he'd come to love with all his heart. They'd hardly spoken since she'd arrived, just making general enquiries to one another about how their respective weeks had been, skirting around the question he wanted to ask, and she was secretly dreading.

"So...Have you thought about what we talked about, last weekend?"

Barbara took a deep breath, holding it in for several seconds, before replying so softly he could barely hear her, "I've been thinking about nothing else."

So quiet, you could have heard a pin drop, the several seconds of silence that followed was deafening.

"And have you decided?"

"Yes, I have."

"And?..."

"Dylan, I love you with all my heart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you...But...Oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying this...The thought of being able to have wild, consensual, casual, sex with absolute strangers turns me on so much, I almost cum just thinking about it."

"Fucking hell...So you agree then?"

Barbara couldn't help herself, amused by her lover's nervously hopeful expression, she laughed loudly as she replied, "Yes, you dummy. I agree to have other men stick their massive cocks deep into my naughty cunt and make me cum over and over again. There, is that what you wanted to hear, you kinky bastard?"

"Oh my God, Barb,"Dylan gasped, rising from his chair, his obvious erection threatening to break through the tight confines of his shorts, "I love you, I really do...and I promise..."

Barbara didn't let him finish, holding her hand up and indicating for him to sit down again, "There are conditions though. Certain rules I absolutely insist on."

Dylan, grinning like a crazy banshee, would probably have been agreeable to any demand his beloved could have made at that moment. Eyebrows raised in eager anticipation, he looked quizzically at her as he settled back onto his seat, "What?..."

Barbara shushed him before he had the chance to carry on, "Firstly, if and when, it happens, it will be with a man we BOTH choose. Secondly, it won't be someone we'll ever meet again – that's the biggest thrill for me, fucking a complete stranger. Lastly, and this is definitely a binding requisite, YOU will be there at all times. I'd prefer you to join in, but if you just want to watch occasionally, that would be okay, I suppose." Taking a huge gulp of wine, she continued, "I don't want to cheat on you Dylan, you know, go behind your back and fuck someone you're not aware of. Neither do I want to turn you into some sort of wimpy cuckold. So threesomes are the way I want us to play, okay?...And it won't be very often, either. Just now and then, when the mood takes us...Are you okay with all that?"

Dylan raised his own glass to his dry lips, drinking all the remaining wine down in one go, before grinning widely and asking, "And what about the other?"

A confused Barbara frowned, looking suspiciously at him and wondering what else he'd requested that she'd forgotten about, "What other?"

"You know...You and Diane...And exposing yourself in public."

"Oh, flashing my naughty bits is a given. I was enjoying that long before we met, and I know you get incredibly turned on by it too. The sheer naughtiness of it, I find really arousing. The thought of complete strangers seeing me naked and...well, you know how it feels, you fucking pervert."They both chuckled at her mock condemnation of his voyeuristic enjoyment of her exhibitionism. Draining her glass, she continued, "So, yes, I intend to carry on being a dirty exhibitionist slut for both our enjoyment."

"And Diane?..."

"I've already talked it over with her. I love her almost as much as I love you. Making love with her – because that's what we do, we make love, just like you and me – fulfils a need in me that you, or no other man, could satisfy. I can't really explain, other than to say it's so deliciously different to being fucked by a hard cock. When I'm with a man, I love him to take control – well you know that, don't you – but when I'm with her, I can be the dominant one sometimes, have her at my mercy while I make her cum with my tongue or fingers. With you, you're invariably in control of my orgasms. Your lovely hard cock is the dominant force when we're having sex. Even when you lick and kiss me down there, that's different too. Rougher, more...manly somehow. A woman knows better than any man how to make another woman cum. It's no fucking wonder so many married women have female lovers and experiment with their own sex much more than men seem to do."

Dylan was now gazing in amazement at his lover. Her unprecedented explanation of her sexual preferences had aroused him so much he could feel his cock oozing pre-cum as it strained to escape the confines of his shorts. Surreptitiously adjusting himself under the table, he queried nervously, "And me and Keith? Will we be allowed to watch? You know how much we both enjoyed it the last time."

Barbara grinned back at her over-heating lover, well aware of how excited he was becoming, "Of course, you and Keith will be welcome to watch sometimes," She reassured him, "I know how much that turns the pair of you on – and you can fuck me, while he fucks her in the same room if you like. But no way do I want you sticking your lovely cock into her hairy fanny again...I got so jealous the last time, I almost had to tear you off her."

Dylan stood up quickly, striding around the table before pulling her to her feet and laying her back on the flat surface, roughly pulling her skirt up over her hips as he did so. As always, whenever they were together, her absence of panties left her sex freely available and wide open as he stretched her legs wide apart and pulled them onto his shoulders.

"You really are a sexy bitch, I've never met anyone so fucking horny...It's no bloody wonder I love you so much."

Barbara didn't get the chance to reply to his lusty endearment, gasping in shock as he ripped the front of her dress away from her chest and exposed her naked breasts to his hands and lips. His hips lunged forward, allowing his cock to slide unhindered into her wet pussy, bottoming out with one, long, delicious thrust.

"Oh my God...We are such fucking perverts."She panted, her ankles wrapping together around his back and forcing him even deeper into her...

From that seminal watershed in their relationship, whenever they were out and about together, they would invariably tease and torment one another by eyeing up men – and women, as potential sexual partners. They would laughingly compare thoughts – Do you think he has a bigger cock than you?... I bet she's never eaten pussy before, maybe you should show her how... How about him, I'm sure he'd love to fuck your arse...Their crude whispering would inevitably lead to them drawing attention to themselves as they broke down into fits of giggly laughter, bystanders obviously thinking they were either drunk, or not right in the head, or both.

Although they considered the merits of many strangers, they never actually did anything about it, being happy just to use their fantasies as fuel for their sexual romps when they got back home. Whenever they were at the beach, they would openly discuss the suitability of the full-blown erections a few of their fellow nudists sported whenever a particularly attractive woman appeared. Barbara herself was always one of those erection inspirer's, inevitably having a small audience of eager voyeurs watching her whenever her breasts bounced adorably as she walked down the beach to enjoy a cooling swim, or, even more provocatively, when her legs would open involuntarily to expose her completely bare sex as she changed sunbathing position on her towel. As the afternoons wore on, and she would become more and more turned on by her public nakedness, her 'accidental' revealing of her most intimate nooks and crannies would become more and more frequent and prolonged – much to the delight of her always-attentive paramour.

She did get approached a few times when she'd been accidentally isolated from Dylan, or the rest of her friends if they happened to be with them. Rather than finding threatening, those nervous attempts at conversation the intruders would make whilst taking the opportunity to get a closer look at her delicious nakedness, she actually found them quite amusing and sometimes even arousing as a bobbing, erect, penis invariably indicated the owner's admiration of her delectable body. Again, those instances would usually inspire a torrid fuck session with Dylan when they excitedly discussed them in bed later in the evening.

On the first Sunday in August, Dylan took Barbara to a very expensive, Michelin starred, restaurant for a romantic meal to celebrate her birthday. A few close friends and family had been staying with them on the Friday and Saturday, but had all left earlier in the day in order to be back home to start work on the Monday morning, leaving the couple to their own devices for the night. Chirpy and relaxed, Barbara wasn't at all suspicious when Dylan declined to drink any more than one glass of the Don Perignon he'd insisted on buying in order for them to toast the passing of her 51st year, explaining to her that, with a drive of over 20 miles to get back home, one glass of alcohol was more than enough for him to imbibe safely. For the rest of the evening, he steadfastly drank bottled water, leaving her quite happy to consume the rest of the delicious wine herself - with the inevitable result of her being totally 'relaxed' when they left the restaurant shortly after 10pm.

"Barbara. Do you trust me?"

Dylan's question made the tipsy woman giggle as they sat in the car about to set off on their journey back home.

"Of course I do, my darling, darling Dyl...I love you with all my heart, so why wouldn't I trust you?"

Barbara's slightly slurred answer, was followed by a clumsy attempt to lean over and plant a kiss on her smiling lover's lips – an attempt foiled by her being tightly restricted by the seat belt he'd insisted on fastening correctly for her as he'd ensured she was seated safely before joining her in the car.

"Good. Then please put this over your eyes and don't take it off until I tell you to."

Giggling again, she looked studiously at the thick, black mask he was holding out to her, her eyes lighting up with excited interest, "Oohh, kinky...Are you going to tie me up and have your wicked way with me too?"

Dylan chuckled softly, placing the blindfold over her eyes and adjusting it so she was comfortable but totally unable to see anything, "Maybe later, sexy lady...maybe later."

Seconds later, she heard the powerful roar of the car's engine and felt her back pressed against her seat as they set off out of the car-park...

It seemed an age to Barbara as she sat in the dark while her lover drove. The journey made even more mysterious by the fact that he hardly spoke to her, refusing to answer her questions as to where they were going and what he was up to, merely telling her to wait and she'd find out if she was a good girl.

Eventually, she felt the car stop and go quiet as Dylan switched the engine off.

"What?...Where are we?...Dyl?"Adrenaline produced by her nervously excited body coursing through her veins had sobered her up dramatically. Now, she was now eagerly curious as to what was in store for her. The black, silk panties Dylan had unusually requested she wear instead of going 'commando' as she normally did when they were out together, felt tight and hot against her rapidly moistening sex, made even more so by her involuntary wriggling as she attempted to relieve the pressure against her erect clitoris.

"Shush, my darling, just a little longer. Please be patient."Dylan's soothing voice did nothing to subdue her rapidly increasing arousal, quite the opposite in fact, as lurid images of what may be about to happen raced through her mind.

After what seemed several minutes, she felt his breath against her ear as he whispered, "Okay...I want you to do everything I ask from now on. Will you?...Believe me, you will enjoy it."

Feverishly nodding her head in agreement, she returned his kiss passionately as she felt his tongue probing between her lips. Suddenly, the top button of her dress popped, then the next, the heaving of her breasts forcing the thin material apart. Now she understood why he'd specifically asked her to wear this particular dress – the only one she owned that had a full row of buttons down the front that allowed it to open completely.

"Finish undoing the buttons."

The sexual tension in his voice matched what she was feeling herself. She had no idea where she was, but he was demanding she expose herself to him. So fucking exciting.

Her trembling fingers took several minutes to finish what he'd started, leaving the soft material of her dress loosely hanging either side of her.