“Oh?,” I asked. “What made you so hard?”
“You,” was all he answered.
“Me? what about me?” I teased.
“Looking at your ass,” he replied.
“You’ve seen my ass before,” I reasoned.
“Well,” he said shyly.
“What?, you can tell me. Was it seeing Karen’s ass?” I went on.
“No,” he said. Then sheepishly. “It was knowing another man saw you.”
“So, me showing off to other men turned you on?” I clarified.
“Yes,” he said. He sounded like he was afraid I’d be mad.
“Wow, I never knew that,” I laughed and I kissed him.
“Even Paul?” I asked.
He blushed. I let it go.
“It turns me on too,” I said and kissed him, hard.
We couldn’t undress each other fast enough. I was so wet I needed no foreplay. He was on top of me pumping me hard and I was moaning. Visions of Paul seeing my ass and pussy ran through my head. I thought about showing off to strangers.
I rolled over so I was on top. As I fucked him I whispered in his ear.
“So you liked me showing off my ass? Would you like me to do it again?”
He moaned.
“Oh? You’d like that? Strange men seeing my ass? I’d do that, it turned me on too.”
He moaned again.
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “and you know what else?” I paused and rolled my hips with his cock in me. “don’t forget,” I waited and pushed down hard on his cock. “When I got out of the car,” I paused again. “Paul saw my pussy too.”
That set Mark off. “Oh my god,” Mark moaned as he started to flood my pussy with cum.
The feeling of his cum hot against the walls of my pussy brought me to a moaning orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, fuck yes.”
Fuck yes? I never used that term before when having sex with Mark. For the first time in years I swore during sex.
We cuddled for a while.
I spoke first, “You really like that another man saw me?”
He didn’t respond.
“It’s ok. We never talk about our fantasies. I won’t hold them against you. I love you,” I went on. “Did you like that someone saw my ass and pussy?”
“I guess” he responded.
“Guess?” I asked.
“Well, maybe,” he said. Then “I’m tired let’s get some sleep.”
I didn’t push it. He’d given me a lot to think about. He was bringing up fantasies I’d forgotten I had. How would he take it knowing I like showing off? I liked flashing people. I’d often masturbated to the thought of being naked in a group of men.
These thoughts on my mind, I fell asleep.
When I woke up Mark was already out of bed. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a loose t shirt and headed out of the room. As I turned the corner I stopped. Paul and Mark were sitting at the table eating. Karen was cooking and cleaning. All normal enough except Karen was wearing a tiny pair of boy short panties that exposed most of her ass. On top she was wearing a white tank top that exposed her navel.
She turned and saw me. “Well good morning. Breakfast?”
It took me a moment to get my wits together and answer her. I nodded my head.
She went around the kitchen as if nothing was unusual.
Breakfast was uneventful. Well except every time Karen got close to Paul he would grab her ass, sometimes kissing her lips. Once he kissed her ass.
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