Incest/Taboo Wendy, the Exhibitionist Wife

Juliet added, "The book I've been reading has really given me a new perspective on life. Particularly with sex. Maybe you two should read it. I'll bring it to your room later."

At that point, my wife genuinely seemed intrigued. But she declined, saying that she doesn't like to read during vacations, because she already does plenty of reading for work. However, I was sure that the real reason was my wife's disdain for erotic literature and erotic images. She's generally against that. Once again, her religious upbringing came into play.

The rest of the day was casual. The three of us went to the beach and enjoyed the sun. We swam. We sunbathed. We simply had a good time.

Wendy seemed a lot more casual when topless women passed by. It was something she had become used to. She even became more comfortable with displaying her body. Removing her tshirt to reveal her bikini clad body had become effortless. Her confidence only made her more attractive.

During the mid-afternoon, we went to our separate rooms for a quick nap.

We had dinner reservations that night for the three of us. Once again, Juliet pulled out at the last minute to meet with her new friend.

This time, Juliet delivered the news in person by knocking on our hotel room door. Juliet wore extra make-up, and it was clear she was anticipating another night of steamy sex. She also handed Wendy a small book.

Wendy accepted the book and Juliet left.

After dinner, Wendy and I relaxed in the hotel room. I watched tv while Wendy was glued to the book.

The book looked incredibly old and worn out. It must have been at least 40 to 50 years old. The cover had been ripped off. The paper had turned dark brown. Crease lines were everywhere.

However, that didn't stop Wendy from reading it thoroughly. While I watched tv, Wendy just read. And she read it quickly. Wendy was used to speed reading since she did it for her job as a professor. She was used to reading hundreds of pages of student work, while on a tight deadline.

The book was no exception. In a few short hours, she finished half of it. That night, we stayed up later than usual, just so she could keep reading.

When we got in bed and turned the lights off, Wendy cuddled next to me.

"It was some erotica book," Wendy said with a drowsy tone. "Literature from the early 1900's. A queen who enjoyed being watched."

She adjusted herself in bed. Her voice grew faint as she became more sleepy.

Wendy continued, "It's a great book."

Soon after, she fell asleep.

In the morning, Wendy had woken up early to finish reading the book.

She sat by the window with her feet curled onto the chair. It was an arousing sight; Wendy with her hair down, wearing a black negligee, looking so tranquil as she read.

There was an expression of satisfaction on her face. It was clear that she had enjoyed the book after she finished.

Then she climbed back into bed. It was early in the morning and there was still plenty of time to rest.

"What a fascinating read," she said, getting comfortable. "It was about a character named Queen Andrea, who loved to show. Small things. Little by little. She became a real naughty flasher and loved public exhibitionism by the end. The writing was terrific. The book really did a great job of exploring the Queen's emotional journey and thought process."

There was a certain curiosity in Wendy's voice. She was naturally a curious and smart person. That's the way she's always been. That's part of the reason why she had written books and became an English professor. She loved exploring concepts and ideas. She loved exploring new feelings and experiences through the literary world.

I pressed her on it. She laughed and denied it. Then I pressed her again. Finally, she relented.

"I suppose. It's all so exciting. I'll admit, my heart was beating during a few scenes in that book. My goodness. And seeing Juliet yesterday, you know, I'm at a loss for words. For once in my life, I'm at a loss for words."

She continued to confide her thoughts. She explained the way her heart was beating when she read about Queen Andrea standing naked in front of the balcony, with the unsuspecting crowd below. There were other scenes in the book which had really gotten to Wendy, such as the Queen having lesbian experiences with her servants after a bath. Then there was a threesome, with the Queen, her loyal female adviser, and a male.

What made the book so exciting to Wendy was the level of detail and emotional depth. It was like a manual. How to be an exhibitionist 101.

Even more amazing, she admitted for the first time that she was aroused watching Juliet give oral sex to her friend. The fact that it was mildly public and risky was a strange turn-on for my wife.

Finally, she admitted that accidentally exposing her nipple on her facebook profile had a strange effect on her. She didn't know why or how, but there was an effect. Something she hadn't felt before.

Wendy was finally coming to grips with the feelings she never knew she had. All her life, her sexual feelings had always been treated like a chore. If she needed to take care of it, then she would, and that was the end of it.

But this was different. I had never seen her think about sex in an intellectual way before. She had never thought about any particular fantasies or fetishes before. It seemed like her mind was being opened to new things. Things which would lead her down a sexually liberated path.

After we washed up, we got ready for another beautiful day. Wendy was in her bathrobe as she picked out her clothes.

I stood in front of the window and looked out to the small crowd. There was a small pool party down below. As I watched the small gathering, I couldn't stop thinking about my wife's newfound fantasies.

The only thing I knew for sure was that Wendy needed to be pushed.

That's just the kind of woman she was. Years earlier, Wendy's sister bought us tickets to go sky diving. There was a gleam in her eyes, even as she constantly refused. She was adamant about not going, but deep down, a small part of her wanted to do it. When she was finally convinced, we went skydiving, and Wendy was absolutely blown away.

Last year, our family, along with another family, went to an amusement park. Our friends wanted Wendy & I to go ride on a scary roller coaster with them. Wendy refused. Once again, there was that gleam in her eyes. She refused, but she was curious. Deep down, she knew it might be fun. When she was finally convinced, she did it, and she had a great time.

That's the kind of person Wendy is. Sometimes she really wants to do something out of curiosity, but her conservative ways often hold her back from exploring new things in life.

It was like a paradox. A symbiotic thing. On one hand, she doesn't like doing certain things because they're dangerous or against her core beliefs. On the other hand, it's the danger that ultimately gives Wendy a massive adrenaline rush.

As I stood in front of the window, I called Wendy over. She came, still in her bathrobe.

When she asked what I wanted, I told her.

"No," she said, adamantly shaking her head. "No way. Out of the question. I can't believe you would ever ask me something like that. What's gotten in to you?"

I explained that everyone at the resort is an adult. And so is Wendy. We were on vacation. So maybe it was time to explore? Maybe we could do something fun that we would always remember. If she didn't like it, then fine. But if she did, it would have been a memorable experience.

She stood silently for a moment as she looked below at the unsuspecting pool goers. Finally, her hands reached down and she opened her bathrobe. Her breasts and vagina were exposed. Her large brown nipples hardened. Her heart raced and she took a long breath.

If the people down below only knew...

All they had to do was look upwards, and they would have seen Wendy, the intelligent and sophisticated woman, with everything on display.

Before things could escalate, Wendy closed her robe.

"That's enough adventure for one morning," she said in a plain tone, then stepping away from the window.

Wendy disrobed in the bedroom. My eyes were on her naked backside. Then she got dressed.

Breakfast was a casual thing. Juliet was there, and she told us about her night of hot passionate lovemaking with her vacation boyfriend. There was a shyness in Juliet's voice. And she talked low to make sure that other people couldn't hear.

But Juliet wanted her story told. She enjoyed talking about it. And Wendy & I enjoyed hearing about it.

It was incredible seeing how a respectable woman like Juliet, who we had known for many years, was suddenly so open about her sex life.

Wendy seemed transfixed on every word. It was almost like Wendy was getting aroused, right there at the breakfast table. I wanted to know what Wendy was thinking- her exact thoughts. I wished we were alone so I could ask. But once again, Wendy's expressive face revealed her thoughts. She was definitely aroused. And there was no question about that.

After Juliet was done talking about her night of oral sex and intercourse, it was Wendy's turn for revelations.

"I finished your book," Wendy gushed. "I must say, it was quite the interesting read. I was captivated all the way through."

Wendy explained in detail what all of her favorite parts were. Her favorite scenes. Her favorite descriptions. Her favorite details. This time, it was Juliet's turn to be transfixed.

Then, Wendy explained that I had taken her to the window, and that she opened her robe to reveal her nude body. Wendy seemed shy discussing it, and Juliet seemed pleasantly surprised to hear it.

"It was a rush," Wendy said. "What can I say? I guess I enjoyed it."

Juliet smiled, "Welcome to the club."

There was a sudden sexual tension between the three of us.

Our conversation continued on the beach. We laid close to each other on the lounge chairs.

It was amazing how two proper & intelligent women, at their age, were still able to find new aspects to their sexuality.

For all her adult life, Wendy has always been a woman that followed traditions and routines. In recent years, it was all the same. She would wake up early, spend the day at the university, and then come home to spend time with her family. She loved being in charge of household duties. And she loved taking care of the kids. She was a very paternalistic person. She had all the qualities of a great mother.

Our sex life was fairly average. Wendy was an easy woman to please. Typically, we either had sex early in the morning, or late at night. That was the only time we could do it, especially since we both had busy lives and 2 kids at home. It was the married couples dilemma.

Wendy never had any particular fantasies or fetishes as far as I knew. She was always vocal about what she liked. She enjoyed love making. The slow kind. She wanted to feel loved. She enjoyed being rubbed and caressed. Never anything dirty or degrading.

Now, on the beach, it was like Wendy was blossoming at her middle age.

It became increasingly clear that exhibitionism & voyeurism were her kinks. She still seemed shy about talking about it, but that's what made her excited.

"I have a fun idea," Juliet said. "Today is the last day of the trip. Why not make the best of it? Let's make this trip something memorable for all three of us. Something we'll never forget."

We both looked at Juliet, wondering what she had in mind.

Juliet continued, "It's a 4 step process based on the book. By the end of the night, we'll have a much better understanding of what Queen Andrea went through in the story."

And so it began...

The first step in the process came without notice. Juliet removed her bikini top and bared her breast. She seemed nervous at first, but tried to be proud, keeping her shoulders broad so that her breasts would point forward. They sagged a little bit and she had light brown nipples.

Wendy seemed genuinely stunned that her conservative friend would do such a brazen thing, but that was part of the fun.

"Your turn," Juliet said.

Attention turned towards my wife. Her lips moved and she was about to say something. She briefly gave the expression she usually uses if she wants to refuse. But she stopped herself. She stopped herself from refusing.

That's when Wendy undid her top. When the bikini top was loose, she held it to her chest, hesitating for a moment. Then she pulled her top aside. Her breasts and large brown nipples were free in the open air. She had a bikini tan line. Her body was slightly darker from the sunbathing, but her breasts were still pale white, which I thought looked really sexy.

Juliet smiled while Wendy looked nervous and timid.

At Juliet's instance, they went for a swim together in the ocean water. They tried inviting me, but I declined. At the moment, I only wanted to watch.

There was something so incredibly erotic about seeing two respected college professor's with their breasts free on a beach filled with people. They were nervous. But it made them feel young. They had fun swimming topless in front of others.

I wondered if they were aroused...

The second step of the process came mid-afternoon.

Wendy & I were alone in our hotel room. She had just finished a brief shower and was dressed in a bathrobe.

Following Juliet's advice, Wendy stood in front of the window overlooking the pool, just like earlier that morning, then she dropped her robe- standing completely naked.

It was a sensational sight. Wendy looked so nervous & scared. Several people were down in the pool area. If they had only looked up, they would have seen a beautiful woman with no clothes on.

Following Juliet's advice once again, Wendy reached down to play with herself. She stood with her legs spread. Her right hand rubbed her labia in a sensual way. She always masturbated in a gentle manner.

Suddenly, she froze.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Someone is looking at me."

It was the moment of truth. I gave her some encouraging words. It was up to her whether she wanted to continue or not. The decision was entirely hers. No one elses.

After a brief thought, she made her choice. Wendy's hand went back to work rubbing herself. Her eyes remained down at the pool area. It seemed as though she was looking directly at the person. Whoever was watching my wife was getting a great show.

"There's more," she gasped, still touching himself. "His friends are looking too. Oh my."

Once again, I reassured her that the option was hers.

She rubbed herself faster and harder. Her lips opened as if she was gasping for air. The look on her face said it all. She was a woman in lust. And she was willing to embrace it.

For that moment in time, Wendy let go of her conservative upbringing and indulged in her sexual desires.

She masturbated until she came. Her eyes continued looking down at the people who voyeured her.

A small stream of fluids ran down her legs as she moaned. Her legs slightly trembled and she briefly closed her eyes in bliss.

When it was over, she quickly left the window and embraced me in a tight suffocating hug.

"What have I done?" she said, still breathing deep. "I've never felt like that before."

Her legs squirmed, showing that she was still horny.

At that moment, I desperately wanted to have sex with her. But I couldn't. Not according to Juliet's clear instructions for us.

It was 8 pm that night. The three of us already had dinner together and Wendy gave Juliet all of the juicy details. There was an undeniable tension in the air.

Things became more interesting when Juliet revealed other fantasies on her sexual bucket list. She seemed shy about admitting her secret fantasies. Wendy looked surprised hearing her best friend's revelations.

Who wouldn't be? A few weeks ago, Juliet was a normal everyday person, just like my wife. But slowly, things had been changing. Wendy & Juliet were both blossoming with their sexual identities. And the three of us were excited to see where things would lead.

The third step of the process was about to begin.

I went back to the hotel room as instructed. I moved the cushioned seat in front of the window, as instructed. Then I turned the lights off, as instructed. Turning off the lights would allow me to see the pool area more clearly, since there would be no glare on the window.

Then I sat down and waited. I had a perfect view of the pool area

Wendy and Juliet had snuck into the closed pool area. There were some lights on. No one else was there. It was just the two of them, best friends, and they were about to become much closer than ever before.

My wife stood stiffly as Juliet got naked. Each article of her clothing were removed and tossed to the ground.

Juliet then undressed my wife in the same manner. It was surreal to watch. A naked Juliet undressed my wife as if Wendy was a doll. It wasn't long until they were both naked in front of each other.

They both looked nervous, which made the sight so intriguing to watch. Juliet stood face-to-face with my wife. She touched my wife's body and then they embraced.

Their arms wrapped around each other. The tips of their breasts touched as they came closer. Then their lips touched. It was a soft kiss. Juliet was clearly the aggressor.

Even from the short distance, I could see Juliet's mouth open, using her tongue to pry into Wendy's mouth. At first, Wendy's lips were clenched tight. But once again, she relented. Wendy opened her mouth and allowed her best friend to put her tongue in. It was officially a shared wet kiss.

And it was officially my wife's first lesbian experience.

Juliet continued kissing with passion, while Wendy struggled to keep up. It wasn't long before Wendy stuck her tongue out as well. The kiss they shared became passionate and lustful. It was as though that kiss was a product of their many years of being close friends. They had always been emotionally intimate, now they were making it physical.

The kiss ended and they stared in each others eyes for a moment. There must have been a feeling of disbelief between them. They shared a look which said, 'Did we really just do that?'

And they had. It wasn't a dream or fantasy. It actually happened. They actually kissed while naked. And it happened in a pool area where anyone passing by could see them.

When it finally sunk in between them, Juliet took Wendy by the hand and had her sit on the lounge chair. Legs spread.

Wendy put her feet in the air while Juliet got between her legs.

There was no more feeling out process or hesitation. Juliet went straight at it. The moment Juliet's mouth touched my wife's pussy, Wendy's legs shook.

As Juliet had previously explained, lesbianism was a longtime fantasy of hers. It was something she had masturbated to since college. Now, as a grown and respectable adult, she was finally getting a chance to experience it- and with my wife of all people.

I wondered if Wendy had the same fantasy to. Especially since many women admit to having such fantasies. Maybe she did, but she was just too ashamed to admit it because of her religious upbringing. I wondered what her super religious father would think if he knew what was happening. But of course, he would never know. No one would. It was a secret between the three of us (and whoever else may be watching).

After an unknown time, Wendy's legs began to shake. It was easy to know when she would cum. She always gave the same signs. Her body would shake and her mouth would open. Her toes curled.

Whatever Juliet did with her mouth, it worked. Wendy is an easy woman to please so it wasn't rocket science. But there was something about that lesbian experience which made Wendy orgasm a little faster. Maybe it was Wendy's fantasy after all? Or maybe women simply understood each other better. And there was that added pleasure of being exhibitionists.

After the orgasm, they switched places.

Wendy stood and Juliet laid down on the lounge chair.

Unlike Juliet, Wendy was timid getting in between her best friend's legs. There was a hesitancy, but also a curiosity. Wendy took a moment to look at her friend's pussy. I wondered what she thought about.

Then, in typical Wendy fashion, she slowly bent forward and started with kisses. She kissed all around the pussy, then she kissed the center. Her head moved up and down, which meant that she was licking.

Wendy always liked me to use my fingers during oral sex, and so she did the same thing to Juliet. Wendy used her fingers to rub the labia, then she pushed her fingers inside, which caused Juliet's back to arch.

After several moments, Juliet finally reached an orgasm.

She sat upright after the orgasm and kissed my wife full on the lips, and they tasted each others vaginal fluids. Unlike before, it was a much more natural kiss. Then it ended, and they quickly got their clothes and dressed before anyone could catch them in the sexually compromising position.

The fourth step of the process was on the beach.

I waited at the designated spot. There was plenty of outdoor activity several yards away. Live music played. People had drinks. People had fun.

But I stood in a fairly dark area of the beach, where there was privacy. It was a little dark and there were bushes to hide behind.

Wendy & Juliet came to me, both holding hands, with their clothes back on. There were sly smiles on their faces after what they had just done with each other. Both of them had a post-orgasmic glow. It was an incredibly arousing sight to see them that way.

"Enjoy the show?" Juliet asked.

I told them I did. Juliet said I was a very lucky man because of how nice Wendy tasted. I had to agree.

"Today has been a whirlwind," Wendy said. "I can't thank you both enough."

Juliet reminded her best friend that the day wasn't over yet. There was still another thing to be done. Wendy simply blushed.

With that, Juliet took Wendy by the hand again, and they both got down on their knees together.

Juliet undid my pants and freed my erection. Then she put it in her mouth.

It was such an arousing sight to see Juliet with my cock in her mouth. And it felt unbelievable (of course). But the sight I was most interested in was seeing Wendy's reaction. She looked surprised, and aroused again. It was like she couldn't believe that she was seeing her best friend suck cock before her very eyes- and my cock at that.

There was a look of total disbelief on Wendy's face. Juliet must have sensed it, and she looked at Wendy with my cock still in her mouth. She winked at my shocked wife. Then she spit my cock out, held it in her hand, and pointed it at Wendy's direction.

It was Wendy's turn. And Wendy's natural reaction was to look around the beach to make sure that no one could have possibly seen. That's the kind of woman that Wendy was. She was a worrier. Someone extremely protective of her hard earned reputation of being a 'good girl.'

That's why it was so exciting when Wendy leaned forward to take my cock in her mouth. She gave me oral sex like she normally did, with the same loving technique, but with a little more enthusiasm. She orally made love to my cock.

It was her fourth exhibitionist moment that day; getting topless on the beach, masturbating in front of the window, having lesbian sex with her best friend, and now sucking my cock on the beach.

She moaned at the excitement. When her hair was rustled by the wind, Juliet immediately tucked Wendy's hair back. Like always, the best friends worked together in an effortless manner. It was natural that they would help each other with everything, and now that included giving oral sex.

They took turns sucking cock on the beach. Juliet never bothered to look around to make sure no one saw. She didn't care (or maybe she secretly wanted to be watched?).

On the other hand, Wendy kept her eyes a few yards down, towards the direction of the beach party. Even as she sucked cock, her eyes glanced down the beach. There was a nervous look in her eyes. But her eyes were also filled with undeniable lust as she sucked. She breathed harder and sucked with more enthusiasm. I had never seen my wife in such a sexually flustered mood before.

It wasn't much longer before I came.

The best friends touched their tongues together, as Juliet had instructed, then I came on their tongues. After the day's events, I came a fairly large load. Their tongues were a mess. When the cum stopped coming out, they kissed, swapping my cum. It was a passionate and lustful kiss.

I reached down and fingered my wife's pussy. Juliet joined in, and we rubbed Wendy's pussy together. I put two fingers inside my wife's pussy. And Juliet played with my wife's clit. It made my wife moan loudly during the lesbian kiss she shared with her best friend.

My wife reached forward and fingered her best friend's clit, and it was Juliet's turn to moan, as they still continued kissing with traces of my cum still in their hot mouths.

Juliet was right. It was a vacation we would never forget.

In the months that followed, Wendy wasn't exactly the same person anymore.

Sure, she was still the prim & proper woman that people adored. But that was her public persona at the university or at community events.

In private, she became much more open with her body. In our bedroom, she was naked a lot more often. She liked being watched. Sometimes she would sunbath in our backyard with her bikini on (something she had never done before).

But there was still that itch Wendy had inside of her. The itch to be seen. The need to be seen. Wendy had become a full fledged exhibitionist. It was something that needed to be cultivated and explored. And we did just that.

We mainly turned to the internet. I posted her nude pictures on different websites, including Literotica. Face blurred, of course. She would have been mortified if anyone ever found out.

Some of the pictures were tame. Pictures of her breasts or bottom. Others were more hardcore, showing the inside of her pussy, or us having sex.

As the online views grew, she openly wondered if any of her friends, family, or students had seen the pictures. She enjoyed having her naked picture taken while doing mundane things, like brushing her teeth, using the internet, or grading papers. Then she would always make the same comment, 'My gosh, this is terrible, my reputation could be ruined.'

But of course, she never worried for long. She had other things on her mind. Each time a set of her nude pictures were taken, or if the images were posted online, she would need hot sex afterwards. The aggressive kind.

Wendy became the exhibitionist wife. And we loved it.
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