Lauras descent into debauchery
written by:
LadyGrey

Laura's Descent into Debauchery

Ray was visiting in England from the USA when he met a lovely English lass named Laura. They fell in love and married, and decided to live in England, in Laura's home town. After being married a couple of years, Ray decided he wanted a little more spice in his life. Unknown to him, his shy, conservative wife, Laura, wanted the same thing, maybe even a little more. The following story is told from the point of view of both Laura and Ray. Laura writes under the pen name of LadyGrey, and Ray is her editor. Because more of the story is told by Laura then Ray, we decided that she should submit it under her name. Any apparent discrepancies in our stories can be attributed to lapse of memory or simply seeing it from a different perspective. A disclaimer: This story is fiction.

Laura Writing

It was the low hum that attracted my attention at first. Where was it coming from? I looked around Ray's messy office and then I noticed his laptop computer slightly open on his desk. This was most unusual. When he did not actually take it with him, it was usually locked. It had always intrigued me why it was kept locked. What was on it that he did not want me to see?

Dare I take a peek? Why not? I thought to myself, Ray will not be home for ages. I slid into his high-backed leather chair and opened up the laptop. I scanned through the programs. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I looked through his ‘my document' file and there I found it, a file titled ‘My Stories.'

I opened it up and the first thing I noticed was my name on several of the files. ‘Laura's First Time,' ‘Laura takes them on,' ‘Laura's Show,' and several others. The author's name was listed as Ray West, my husband. I opened up the first story and started to read it. At first I was shocked. Had my Ray actually written this, I wondered, but as I read I got interested. The story was good and well written and the subject matter was, well, a little hot to say the least.

I soon realised that I was the girl in the story, and that these were Ray's fantasies about me. As I read the story, I suddenly realised that they were exciting me. Did Ray really think about me in this way? Would he actually like me to be like the girl in his story? I read the first story through to the end and quickly began another one. This one was even more erotic than the first, and it was about me having sex with a couple of mates that Ray brought home with him. My god, I thought to myself, would he actually like me to be like this? Because I was becoming aroused by all this, I lifted up my skirt and found my panties quite damp. I eased them aside and slipped a finger into my already wet pussy. I began to stroke my clit as I continued to read Ray's extremely descriptive saga. I suddenly came with a shudder well before I reached the end of the story.

I glanced up at the clock and realised that Ray would be home soon, as he had called when he left his friend's house that he had gone over to help, so I had no time to read any further stories at that time. I closed the computer and went into the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. It was then I suddenly had this flash of inspiration. If this was the way Ray thought of me, might it not be a bad idea to fuel his imagination a little further?

I was grinning to myself as I completed the meal, excited about what I had decided to do. I went up to our bedroom, undressed and took a hot shower. I had intended to shower before Ray came home as I could still smell the muskey scent of sex on my body, and I did not want him to get the wrong idea about how I spent my time when he was not at home.

I went into our bedroom and from my underwear drawer I selected a pair of long black stockings and an attractive black lace garter belt. I clipped the belt around my waist and slipped my long legs into the stockings. A pair of high-heeled black patent leather pumps completed my daring outfit. I looked at myself in the long wardrobe mirror. "Wow," I thought to myself.

I was 5' 6" tall with longish dark blond hair, my skin was slightly tanned, my breasts, 36C, were firm with dark aureoles, and my nipples were already erect and tender to my touch as I ran my fingers over them. I had a flat firm stomach from long workouts at the gym and my pussy lips were openly revealed as I kept my pubic hair trimmed to a small area above the slightly protruding mound of Venus.

The dark stockings and black suspenders framed my pussy. I smiled to myself, as this was what Ray had said in his stories, that he liked to see me in an outfit like this. I tidied my hair and tweaked my make up. Yes, I looked good, and what's more, I felt good. It excited me to expose myself like this and after what I had read today, it was what Ray found exciting as well.

I made my way back down the stairs and I had just gone into the kitchen when I heard a car pull into the drive. I glanced at the clock. Ray was home at the expected time. I positioned myself at the sink with my back to the door. I was expectantly excited as I waited for him to come in. I heard the front door open. "I'm home," he called out.

"Through here in the kitchen," I replied.

I sensed him walking through into the kitchen. "Wow!" I heard him exclaim. I smiled to myself. Then suddenly another sound caught my ear, a slight gasp. Oh shit, I thought, he must have brought someone home with him. My mind was in a whirl. What was I going to do? I clutched my hands over my breasts and turned. Ray was looking at me a wide grin on his face. Beside him was Rob, one of his mates from work. The expression on his face was priceless. I just stood there, my breasts clutched in my hands, not thinking for the moment of my totally exposed pussy. Then I just panicked. I turned and ran past them, pushing them out of the way with my body. I was still managing to keep my breasts covered with my hands, but I knew now that everything else was on display.

Ray Writing

Laura is a wonderful wife, a beauty to behold, 30 years old, with a very well kept body. We met when I was on vacation in England. You see, she is English, but I am American. I love her dearly, but have fantasies about her with other men. Up until three weeks ago, that is all these were, fantasies. I loved to make up stories about Laura and how she was a slut and whore for me and other men. I never told Laura about these, because I knew she would be upset and not understand why I would write such stories, or I should say I thought I knew. How wrong I was. Because of this, I always kept my laptop locked up where she couldn't get to it. I wasn't really sure if she would look in it even if she could, but I wasn't taking any chances. Then, three weeks ago, our life and our marriage faced a sudden change. I had been really busy, and had been doing a lot of work on my laptop. I was having problems with the laptop, and had disabled the auto shutoff. Then Rob had called and said he needed some help moving some furniture. He sounded desperate and said he needed me right now. I dropped what I was doing and telling Laura where I was going, I headed out for Rob's place.

Like many others, when one suddenly changes what one is doing, one will forget to do something that has always been done. I left my laptop running, with some background white noise, and then forgot to lock it up in my desk. I didn't remember that until I was at Rob's house, and helping him out of his predicament. He had been trying to move a heavy dresser and had it stuck in a doorway so that he couldn't get out of the room without climbing over the dresser. Luckily, he had his cell with him, and knew I would come to his rescue, which I had. But as it hit me I had left my computer running and out on top of my desk, I immediately wondered if Laura would be tempted to look at what I had on it. She had made a couple of remarks about my secrecy, and she just might take this opportunity to investigate as to why I always kept my laptop locked up.

What kind of stories did I write? Well, there was the very first one. I titled it ‘Laura's First Experience.' In this story, I had finally talked Laura into going with me out to a hot club in town where I had heard anything went. She was hesitant, but finally agreed to go. She even agreed to go braless, but insisted on wearing her normal panties. Neither of us drink all that much, but since this was going to be a special evening, we had decided ahead of time that we would have more than just club sodas. At the club, Laura actually imbibed much more than I ever expected she would, and with the soothing drinks, her inhibitions melted away. Several men asked her to dance, and she happily complied, thoroughly enjoying herself. The men, noticing that she was feeling very relaxed, attempted to take liberties with her body. I saw their hands move down to her ass, and pull her pussy in tight against their cocks. To my joy, she did not resist their advances, and even allowed them to feel her up even more, kissing them back as they played with her full tits through her thin top. Soon, this one guy had her top unbuttoned, and her tits out in the open, where he could reach down and suck on her hard nipples. I could see that Laura was getting turned on, but she also was not going to allow any more than this. The guy did succeed in pulling her top down off her arms so that she was dancing with him topless. When the dance was over, and the guy tried to maneuver Laura toward the door, she instead jerked away, pulled up her top, buttoned it, and came over to me. She took my arm and headed me toward the door. In this story, she did not go all the way, but she sure did in my later stories, of which there were several others about my fantasies on my laptop.

After helping Rob, I asked him if he could help me to figure out what was bothering me on my laptop. He had more experience with computers than I did, and he thought he knew what my problem was. I gave Laura a quick call, letting her know I was on my way home, but forgot to tell her Rob was coming along after me. Thirty minutes later, I drove up to the house, and parking the car, waited for Rob to arrive. He was only a few minutes behind me, and as soon as he got there, we went into the house. I called out to Laura, expecting her to be in the kitchen. She was in the kitchen, so I let her know Rob was here to help me with my computer. She evidently didn't hear me, as there was no answer from her, so Rob and I went into my office. I immediately saw that my laptop had been moved. Had Laura been looking in my computer? Had she seen my stories? All of a sudden, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if she had seen my stories? What was I going to tell her? She surely would want to know why I had written those stories.

I quickly gave Rob a brief rundown of the problems I was having, and turned and headed for the kitchen. I was afraid of what I might find out, but I am the type that wants to know where I stand right now, and not wait. Entering the kitchen, Laura was standing there, back to me, dressed like I had never seen her dressed before. All she had on was a garter belt, hold up black stockings, and high heeled black patent pumps. She looked delicious. I know I stuttered a bit, then asked, "Why are you dressed like this? Rob is here with me. He is in the office looking at my computer." I could see Laura hesitate, and then, she asked, "Rob is here? In the house? Oooohhhh!!!" Just at that moment, Rob came into the kitchen. A look of surprise came over his face, as he saw Laura, almost completely naked, standing with her back to us. Turning and covering her breasts with her arms, she pushed by us and made a dash for the stairs and our bedroom. I felt the pressure in my pants that my cock was making at seeing Laura dressed like that, and with Rob in the house. My cock had almost immediately become very hard. Then I thought of my fantasies, and wondered if maybe I had miscalculated how my Laura would react to my fantasies.

Laura Writing

I dashed up the stairs and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, then burst out in a fit of laughter. What was Ray going to think of my little display, or more to the point, what was his mate, Rob, going to think, walking in and finding me all but naked? I knew he must have had a good look at my body. There is not an awful lot you can hide with just two hands.

I don't know how long I laid there. I don't reckon it was that long when I heard the bedroom door open and I looked over as Ray came in. "Are you alright?" he asked gently. I nodded. "Must have been a bit of a shock finding Rob there," he said.

I sat up and looked at him. He was grinning. "Just a little," I said.

"Well, the thought was nice," he said. He reached out and hugged me to him. "What made you do it?" he asked.

I smiled. "I just thought you might like it,"

He grinned again. "I loved it! It was a wonderful surprise, and so was the expression on Rob's face."

I looked at him; "I don't know what he thought of me dressed like this," I said, looking down at my scanty attire.

"I guess he thought the same as me, that you were a very attractive and desirable woman."

I smiled, "Did you mind him seeing me like this?"

Ray shrugged. "No, not if you didn't mind," he said.

I smiled at him. "I hope you are not going to be upset with me, but I have a confession to make," I said.

He looked at me, grinning. "I hope you are not going to tell me you greeted the postman dressed like this."

Ray reached over and cupped my breast, teasing the nipple. "Mmmm, nice," I said, cuddling up to him. Then I told him about reading the stories on his laptop. He was silent for a moment, his hand gently squeezing my breast.

"Well, I guess you would have to see them sometime. What did you think?" I told him that I had enjoyed what I had read and how reading them had excited me. It suddenly seemed to excite him knowing I had read his stories. He now wanted to know everything.

I told him what I thought about the stories. He began to caress me more intimately, first working on my breasts, and then working his way down between my legs until he was stroking my pussy. I groaned with the pleasure as I felt his fingers ease apart my aroused pussy lips. I could feel they were moist and damp. I lay back on the bed allowing him easy access to my body. Soon we were making love, his wonderful cock buried deep inside my body. He was like an animal. It was totally different love making to what I had experienced from him over the last few months, more urgent, more powerful. Tonight, sex was a totally different experience to what it had ever been like before.

Afterwards we lay side by side, his hand gently stroking my body. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Ray, that was wonderful." I kissed him gently.

"How did you feel about Rob seeing you without your clothes on," he suddenly asked.

I smiled. "Well, it was a bit of a surprise," I said. "I did not expect you to bring anybody home with you."

"I brought him home to look at my computer, he's down stairs doing it now. I bet he is wondering where I have got too." He rolled off the bed and fastened his trousers. He looked at me lying on the bed. "You look wonderful, Laura,"

I smiled up at him. "Shall I wait for you?"

He thought for a moment. "Well, you could do that, or there is one other thing you might like to do for me." I looked at him a little puzzled. He smiled. "Well, you know when we came in, Rob did not get a chance to see you properly. You just pushed him out of the way and ran. How about coming downstairs with me and apologising to him?"

I looked at him. "Like this?" I asked.

He nodded slowly. "Would you?"

I shrugged. "If that is what you really want." I got up from the bed. "Just let me tidy myself up and then I'll be down." He smiled as he left me to prepare myself.

My heart was thumping as I made my way downstairs. The thought of exposing myself like this to a stranger was beginning to really excite me. I heard Ray's voice in the lounge, talking to Rob. I could feel that my legs were shaking when I slowly pushed opened the door. Ray smiled when he saw me and Rob turned and looked in my direction. "I think you met Laura for a moment, earlier," Ray said with a grin. I don't think Rob could believe his eyes. Here was his friend's wife openly exposing herself to him yet again. Yes, he had seen her earlier but he did not have the opportunity to see her like he was seeing her now.

I stood there smiling at him, my arms at my side. It felt incredibly arousing as Rob's eyes took in my body, and it was an exciting feeling letting someone see me like this. I walked slowly towards him. "I'm sorry about earlier," I said. "But you rather surprised me." Rob did not say anything, he just looked. I noticed Ray was looking as well. He had always known it would be an exciting experience seeing his wife standing there almost naked, with another man enjoying the wonderful sight of her unclothed body.

I think Rob was feeling a little embarrassed by the whole experience and he said that he needed to get home. After he had left, Ray took me again right there, with me leaning over the back of the couch. It was months since we had made love twice in one day. Before today I had been lucky to get it twice in one week. Just like it had been earlier that evening, sex again was wonderful. I allowed Ray to do things we had never done before and I am sure that he realised that he had unearthed passions in me that he had never thought I would allow. Ray, I'm sure, was now looking forward to living out some of his wildest fantasies.

Ray Writing

Both Rob and I just stood there with our mouths open, watching Laura as she ran up the stairs. Rob looked like he had been struck cold. Then he shook his head, and said, "Wow! Does she greet you like that all the time?"

I shook my head. "No, she has never done that before. See what you can do with my computer, and I am going upstairs and talk with Laura."

"Okay, luck mate. Don't be too long." Rob laughed as he said that, and headed for my office while I headed upstairs. When I got to our bedroom. Laura was lying on the bed with a wrap on, looking almost like a deer caught in the headlights. She was shaking a little and was hugging herself, with a far away look on her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "It must have kind of a shock to see Rob standing there."

"Yes, I'm fine. I just didn't expect you to bring someone home with you. You can see why I might have been a little surprised. Why didn't you tell me you were bringing Rob with you?"

"I would say we were both a little surprised. I am curious why you are dressed, or not dressed, like you are. I love it, but it does seem to be a little out of character for you."

"Darling, I have a confession to make. I hope you won't hate me."

"Sweetheart, I love you and there is nothing that would make me hate you. But I have a feeling I know what your confession is about. Were you looking on my laptop while I was gone? It did appear as if it had been used."

"Rob, why did you write all those stories about me? Do you really want to see me do all those awful things?" Laura had a small smile on her face as she asked me this.

"You read my stories?" I asked

"Yes, and the first one really threw me for a loop. I couldn't understand why you would write like that. Then I kept looking and found the others. Ray, I started really getting turned on from reading those stories. Does that make me awful?"

My cock jumped in my pants at this confession of hers. She was turned on, not turned off. "Laura, I love you so very much. You are a fantastic wife and lover, and I just really get turned on thinking about how other men would love to make love to you. This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. I just lived out these fantasies by writing stories about them. I never expected you to find them, let alone read them, and then on top of that, get turned on by them. Tell me how you felt, what you did, how you responded when you read them."

Laura proceeded to explain to me how she had noticed I had left my laptop out on top of my desk, with it on. Her curiosity of why I always kept it locked up, away from her, got the best of her, and she took the opportunity to investigate. Laura is not really sharp on a computer, but she knows enough to know how to look for files, recognizing different icons on the desktop screen. She saw one that I had labeled ‘My Stories,' and she clicked on it. The first story she saw was titled, ‘Laura's First Experience,' and when she clicked on that, up came the very first story I had written. She went on to explain that it took her reading for a bit before it dawned on her that the story was about her. Then when she got far enough into the story, she realized what the story was really about. It shocked her at first, but then she felt a stirring in her pussy that told her she was getting slightly aroused.

The next story was a little hotter than the first one, as she got fucked by another man in this story, whereas she had only been topless and felt up in the first story. As she continued reading the stories, she found herself really getting turned on, and reached her hand down to her pussy while reading, playing with her clit and running her finger up and down her slit. Finally, she had to really masturbate, which she did, bringing herself to a glorious orgasm. As far as I know, this was the first time she had masturbated herself to an orgasm. With the orgasm subsiding, she had tried to put the laptop back exactly as I had left it, and it was then I had called to tell her I would be home in about 30 minutes.

My darling then explained to me why she was dressed as she was. She decided that if I really wanted a slut wife, she would give me one. Of course, her plan was she would be dressed like a slut, but just for me. She would play the part of a slut and give me what I wanted, but only in the privacy of our own home. My bringing Rob home had thrown a wrench into things, although she had almost decided to stay downstairs and let Rob see her naked except for her stockings and pumps. But the moment Rob had stepped into the kitchen, her resolve had vanished, and she covered her breasts and pushed past us, running upstairs. She knew Rob still had gotten a good look at her bare bottom and even her exposed pussy.

Knowing how hot she had gotten from reading my stories, and seeing her dressed as she was, with me playing with her tits and nipples, my cock was ready to burst out of my pants. Laura was hotter than a cat on a hot tin roof, and reached up and squeezed my hard on, with lust in her eyes. "Fuck me, you bastard, like the slut you want me to be." I had never heard my Laura talk like this, and I tore off my pants and boxers and simply ravished her, fucking her in a way we had never fucked before. We both were so hot and turned on that it took almost no time at all before we both orgasmed, and it was wonderful. Laura even thanked me after we had calmed down, holding each other in our arms.

"So, how do you feel about it right now?" I questioned her. "You were rather rude to Rob, just pushing past him without saying hi or anything and running upstairs. Don't you think you owe him an apology?"

"Once I got up here, I realized just how excited I felt about Rob having seen as much of me as he did. And, yes, I was a little rude. You are right, I should apologize to him."

"Why don't you leave the wrap up here and go down in your stockings and pumps?" I suggested. "I think you would love to show Rob your naked body, and I know he would love to see it. Thinking about you walking downstairs naked is really turning me on, too."

"Oohh, I don't know if I can do that. Yes, the thought of Rob seeing me naked is a turn on, but that is a big step. I don't think I can do it."

"Sure you can. Here, take my hand, and let's go."

"No, you go ahead. Let me clean up a bit first, and then I will be down." I went on down stairs, and found Mike waiting for me in the hallway. He had found what the problem was with my computer and had easily fixed it. Just then, we both saw Laura coming down the stairs. His eyes lit up when he saw Laura, with her nipples rock hard, and a slight sheen of moisture on her exposed pussy.

Laura walked right up to Rob, with her hands on her hips, pushing out her chest to make her breasts seemed a little larger. She sashayed her hips as she walked up towards him, giving him a bird's eye view of her gorgeous, naked body. "I'm sorry I was so rude a little earlier. I was caught by surprise and just panicked. Please forgive me. Promise?" Laura made a pouty little girl face as she said this. Obviously, Rob did not know how to react to this new Laura, one neither of us had ever seen before.

With a gulp, Rob tried to look Laura right in the eye, but with the delectable sights before him, failed miserably, with his eyes moving up and down her hot looking body, taking in her firm, hard tipped breasts, her flat stomach, her svelte hips, and her luscious looking, sweet pussy. Finally, after moving his eyes all the way down and back up her body, he found her eyes, and stuttered out, "That's okay. I have to go." With that, he bolted out the door.

Seeing Laura show off her naked body so readily had me at the boiling point. I reached out and took Laura in my arms and found one of her nipples with my mouth. At the same time, with my hand, I started caressing her now very wet pussy, running my finger up and down her slutty slit. I knew my fantasies were starting to come true. I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and pushing Laura over the back of the couch, face down, I proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. There was no need or time for foreplay. I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to be fucked. My Laura was well on her way becoming the slut wife I had been fantasizing and writing about..

Laura Writing

Before we parted the following day, Ray suggested that I read some more of his stories. He said that when he got home in the evening we could discuss them and maybe come up with some new ideas. I had a fun day reading the stories and I could not believe some of the situations that he placed me in. It seemed that he liked to watch me with other men. This thought excited me and I wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man while Ray was watching. Undressing in public and flashing off my body to men in clubs and bars was another one of his themes. As I read, I began to realise if we were going to actually live out some of his fantasies, we were certainly going to have fun.

That evening I cooked Ray a nice tea and we sat down with a bottle of wine and discussed things. It turned out that he had been having these fantasies about me for some time. He had started putting his ideas down in print and the more he wrote the wilder his fantasies became. I asked him if he would really like me to do some of the things that he included in his stories. He grinned. "Well, it could be interesting," he said, "but in the end it's all down to you. What do you think, are you willing to make my dreams come true?"

I smiled. "Well, that depends on what you actually want me to do," I said. What I did not tell him at that moment was that I was very excited about the idea, as secretly I had always had similar fantasies, and the thought of Ray allowing me also to live out my dreams was an interesting prospect.

I was more than a little excited about what we had discussed. Ray suggested that just to show how willing I was to get involved, we do something right away. I looked at him with interest. "What have you in mind?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, then he smiled. "Well, just for starters, how about a spot of local flashing?"

I looked at him and smiled. "OK," I said, "Let's get on with it."

That first night was going to be a wonderful new experience for both of us. I went upstairs and undressed completely, well, apart from my shoes. Then I slipped into a white belted trench coat that I kept in my wardrobe. Ray was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, not quite knowing what to expect when I came down. I stopped on the stairs and gave him a quick flash to show him I was ready for our little expedition. Seeing my naked body he grinned. "This looks like it will be a fun evening." he said with a wide smile.

It felt totally strange and I was even a little nervous walking out to the car knowing that I was naked under my coat. As we started our drive, Ray suggested that I open up the coat a little. I smiled and undid the belt, allowing it to fall away from my legs. Ray reached over and ran his hand over my exposed pussy. I found myself quickly shivering with expectancy.

When we reached the High Street it was fairly busy with mainly young people who were out for a night on the town. Ray reached over and slid the coat open exposing my breasts. I sat there in a state of excitement as Ray drove slowly down the street. People passed us only feet away but none seemed to look in our direction, that is, until we had to pull up at a zebra crossing to allow a group of six youths to cross in front of us. One of them looked over in our direction and then took a second unbelieving look when he realised that the woman sitting in the car was naked.

I saw him grab the arm of one of the other lads and point in our direction and then say something to the other members of the group. They all turned and looked at the car. I started to pull the coat together, but Ray held my arm and stopped me. The group of youths turned and came over to my side of the car and looked down at me. I was shaking with excitement as the six of them looked with interest at my totally exposed body. They all seemed stunned by the sight of me and for a moment they did not say a word, just looked.

Ray suddenly saw that the road was clear in front of him. He smiled at the group of youths and pulled away. He turned to me. "How was that?" he asked.

I turned to him and licked my lips. "Incredible," I said.

"Want to try something else?" he asked. I nodded. He drove to a small tree lined square just off the town centre. On one side there was a theatre. It was closed tonight as the new production had not yet started. On the other side of the square, there were several bars. Some drinkers were gathered outside drinking and chatting.

Ray turned to me. "I want you to get out here," he said. He pointed to a small group of trees. "Conceal yourself in there. I will drive around to the far side of the square and pull up. When you see me flash my lights, I want you to walk slowly across the square and get back into the car." I smiled, feeling the excitement of what I was about to do building up in me. "There's just one thing," Ray said. "When I said you must walk slowly, I meant it. If you start to hurry or run, I will drive off and leave you there." I looked at him, a little shocked. He smiled. "But I don't think it will come to that," he said with a smile.

I opened the door and slipped out, without my trench coat. I felt my nipples harden as the cool night air caressed my naked body. I quickly slipped into the cover of the trees and watched Ray drive off. Suddenly, I could not believe I was doing this, hiding naked here in the trees that surrounded the square. Across the square, through the trees, I could clearly see the bright lights of the bars with groups of people sitting drinking and making conversation.

I saw Ray pull up on the far side of the square. As he flashed his lights, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the trees and began to walk the 100 yards to where Ray was parked. It was an amazing feeling being totally naked in the town centre. My nipples were rock hard and I could feel a sensation building up deep within me. I was taking my time and walking fairly slowly. I did not really think that Ray would leave me, but I did not want to give him the opportunity.

I had made it half way across the square towards the car and I could see Ray watching me. Suddenly a noise made me jump, as a car horn blared out. A little startled, I looked towards our car. Ray was smiling and leaning on the horn. It was suddenly quiet again, but without looking around, I knew that most of the people outside the bars must be looking in my direction. I also heard several whistles and shouts. I steeled myself and continued my slow stroll, but I was both excited and a little relieved when Ray opened the door for me and I slid back into the safety of the car. As we drove away, Ray grabbed my hand. He found me shaking, and smiling, he said, "I really did enjoy that."

I grinned. "Yes, it was rather exciting, wasn't it?"

We decided to do one more stunt before we went home. Of course, by this time, with spending so much time naked and exposing my body to strangers, I was in a high state of arousal. I wanted to get home and for Ray to take me in his arms and love me. I needed to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me harder than he had ever fucked me before. I reached down and stroked my hand across my pussy. I was not surprised to feel my juices beginning to seep out onto my fingers.

As Ray made his way back to our home, he explained our next little adventure to me. We were going to pull into a petrol station, Ray said. He was going to go into the shop and pretend to be looking for something. I was to get out of the car in my naked state and put in some petrol. I smiled to myself because I remember once Ray showing me some pictures he had downloaded from the Internet of a girl actually doing this.

It was, of course, quite well lit on the fore court. Ray pulled into the pumps placing the car between me and the road. Then he got out and walked over to the shop. I waited for him to start chatting to the attendant, this being the signal for me to get out. I stepped out of the car and undid the petrol cap, and then I lifted the nozzle out of its holder and inserted it into the tank. It did not start straight away and I looked over in the direction of the shop. The attendant was looking across at me, an amazed expression on his face. I realised that under the bright lights he would have an extremely good view of my exposed body. I saw him talking to Ray, and just then the pump started. I had almost completed filling up the tank when another car pulled in across from where I was standing. There was just one guy in the car. Seeing me naked, the expression on his face was unbelievable. I smiled at him as he got out, then I replaced the nozzle and got back into the car.

When Ray came back to the car, he was laughing, and as we drove away, he told me that the guy had reacted with amazement when he had seen me standing naked waiting to fill up the car. He said he was in such a state that Ray had actually had to tell him to press the button to start the pumps. Then he just sat and stared at my body until, much to his disappointment, I got back in the car. Ray then said he had found the whole evening most enjoyable. By the way he made love to me when we at last returned home, I knew he was telling the truth.

I had hardly gotten into the house when he pushed me down over the back of the sofa and was sliding deep into my soaking pussy. This was the first of several times that we made love that night before we both fell into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.

Ray Writing

The next day, I suggested Laura read the rest of my stories. When I got home that evening, she had a nice dinner waiting for me. After dinner, we discussed my stories. Knowing Laura was reading them and willing to discuss them made my cock get hard just sitting there. She asked me if I really wanted her to do the things I had written about, and I threw it back at her, asking her if she would be willing to do any of them. She was a little hesitant, so I suggested we start right then and see how far she would go.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked me.

"How about a little bit of local flashing?" I suggested. She asked me what I meant, so I said, "Go get take everything off except your shoes and put on your trench coat." Laura quickly ran upstairs to get her trench coat and was back in a flash. She opened it up, showing me she was completely naked under the coat. Wow, this was going to be a fun night.

We headed downtown to High Street, where many of the clubs and bars were located. I was thinking ahead as to exactly what I wanted Laura to do to show that she was willing to be my slut and whore. I had her open her coat as we were driving, and I reached over to feel her cunt. It was already wet and she was shivering with excitement. Why had I waited so long to out my hot wife? She was more than ready for anything I wanted to do tonight.

There were quite a few people out on the street when we arrived. I had Laura keep her coat open, exposing her sexy body. I was in high hopes that some of the people walking by would look in and see Laura in her exposed state. We had to stop at a cross walk, and a group of young guys crossed in front of us. I glanced over at Laura, making sure that she kept her coat open and her tits exposed. She was so fucking attractive sitting there like that. One of the guys looked into the car as they passed in front of us, and I saw him do a double take. He stopped, and jabbed the guy next to him in the ribs, nodding his head toward our car. With that, all the guys took a look in our direction, and big smiles appeared on all their faces as they saw Laura's exposed body. They moved on over to her side of the car where they could get a really good look at her naked body. As the cross walk had cleared, I started the car up and we moved on down the street.

There was a well lit park, across the street from which were several bars and cafes with outside tables. Several couples and others were sitting outside, enjoying the beautiful evening, sipping on their drinks and finishing up their late suppers. Would Laura go along with the idea that just flashed into my mind? I pulled the car over to the curb, and turning to Laura, told her what I wanted her to do. At first, she kind of gasped and starting shaking her head no, but I told her this was a test and I wanted her to take it. What did I want her to do? I wanted her to take off her trench coat and walk across the park, slowly, to the other side. I would drive over there and meet her. I threatened her that if she didn't walk slowly, I would drive off and just leave her there, completely naked, in front of all the men and couples across the street. Hesitantly, she got out of the car, and then standing up straight, took off the coat, put it in the car and headed across the street to the park, hiding in some trees along the edge of the park. I immediately drove off to the other side of the park and parked, watching Laura as she started across the open, lighted area of the park.

Wanting the people seated outside across the street to see my slut wife, I honked the horn several times. This caused them to look up to see what the honking was about. I could see Laura stiffen up, and for a minute, thought she was going to start running to get to the car. But she must have remembered my warning that if she didn't walk slowly, I would drive off and leave her there. Several of the men hooted and whistled, and I really think Laura took pleasure in knowing she was getting all this attention. My cock was appreciating this, also, finding the space in my pants very tight as it harden from the spectacle of my sexy Laura parading naked across the park, and by this time, obviously enjoying herself.

Getting to the car, Laura hurriedly jumped in. She was breathing hard, and I could see that she was very aroused. This was working out better than I had hoped. My shy, reserved, conservative wife was getting turned on by walking naked in public where the guys could ogle her luscious body. What could we try next?

I headed on down the street, trying to think of what we could do to exhibit Laura's lovely, sexy body, when I noticed a gas station with self serve gas. I pulled into the station, and told Laura I wanted her to fill the tank while I went inside. She waited until I was inside and then I saw her get out and try to start the pump and start filling the tank. I told the attendant to look outside, that there was a nice sight for him to see. He looked out, and I could see his eyes pop out. Laura was a beautiful sight to see, let me tell you. The attendant was so mesmerized by Laura that I had to tell him to start the pump. I was going to suggest to him that he go out and see if Laura needed any help, but he seemed to be almost transfixed, just staring in amazement. By the time he came around, she had finished and gotten back in the car, so I just thanked him and went back out to the car.

I could tell Laura was really worked up and horny as could be. As soon as we were home and inside the house, she attacked me like a lioness on a prey. We didn't get any further than the front hall way before she was tearing at my clothes, trying to get to my cock. We fucked right there, both of us having great orgasms, and then made our way upstairs to our bedroom, where we continue to fuck the night away. This was more fucking than we had done the previous 6 months, and it was just awesome.

Laura Writing

A few days later, Ray came home and showed me a leaflet he had picked up. It advertised a wet T-shirt contest in a club in a town about 12 miles away from where we lived. He asked me if I were interested in taking part. Even though I realised that I might not be recognised, I was not sure if I could do it. I had heard stories of what went on at these contests and they were just an excuse for getting a girl to get her clothes off.

We decided that we would go over to the club and see just what went on, but I knew Ray was hoping that when we got there, I would be willing to take part in the contest. When we arrived, we found the club was quite busy. Apparently wet T-shirt night drew a large crowd. Luckily, we managed to find a table with a good view of the stage. Ray ordered us some drinks from one of the attractive waitresses. The emcee for the night came up on the stage and announced the competition would be starting in about 15 minutes. Also, there was still time for any other ladies wishing to take part in tonight's contest to put their names down. Ray looked at me, but I shook my head. "Later, maybe," I said with a smile.

Ray Writing

After that session with Laura exposing her body, things pretty much settled down for the next few days. I had my work, and Laura was busy with her things as well. But later that week, Laura asked me if I were writing anymore stories about her. She said she wanted to read them if I had. I had just finished writing a story about her going to a sleazy bar, frequented by bikers and other rough types of men, and getting talked into entering a wet tee shirt contest. After reading my story, Laura surprised me by saying I had made it look like she had lots of fun, and maybe we should find someplace that had wet tee shirt contests and go. My cock jumped in my pants. My fantasies were coming to fruition.

"Fuck, Laura, that is so hot. I have heard of just the type of bar we need at Glen Cove. That is far enough away none of our friends would ever go there. Let me do some checking and we can plan on going maybe this weekend. Are you okay with that?" I was pushing this, but as long as Laura was showing so much interest, I was going to take advantage of it. I glanced at Laura. The look on her face was shock. I don't think she had expected me to jump in with a plan. Thinking about my story and planning on carry it out were two completely different things. "Ray, I don't know. I know your story really turned me on, but I don't know about actually doing it."

"Honey, the least we can do is go check this joint out. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can play it by ear. If you are too uncomfortable, we will just leave. How does that sound to you?"

"You promise that you won't force me to do anything I don't want to do? That if I want to leave, we will leave?"

"I promise. But I will want you to go with the expectation that you will enter the contest. You can dress really sexy--no panties or bra. Okay?"

"Oh, Ray, I just don't know. Being naked in front of Rob was one thing, and the flashing I did down town was another, but being naked in front of a whole bunch of strangers is something else. Please, let me think about it?"

"Okay, sweetheart, but I am still going to find out when the next contest is going to be. And I think I might do some rewriting on that story. There are some things that I want to add. Then you can read it and see how you like the new version."

The next day at work, I checked with my work mate about this sleazy club in Glen Cove. Of course, he wanted to know why I was interested. I sort of sloughed it off by saying I was just doing some research for a story I was writing. He then said he didn't know I wrote stories, and wanted to know what kind of stories. I just told him human interest stories, and wanted to find out how the other half lived. That seemed to satisfy him, and he told me he would find out what I wanted to know and let me know the next day.

The next day, Paul, my workmate, had the info I wanted and needed. He had a leaflet from the club telling about the upcoming weekend activities. He told me that the club was frequented by the Banditos Motorcycle gang, as well as many of the blue collar workers from the area. It was relatively safe, as the owner was a retired Banditos member and he demanded that all his customers act civilized as long as they were in his establishment. Paul also told me that the club was having a big celebration this coming weekend, and there would be all sorts of games and activities going on, one of which was a wet Tee Shirt contest. He questioned whether I should go this weekend because of that, but I assured him that was exactly the kind of life activity I wanted for my human interest story.

That evening, after a great dinner, I brought up the subject of going to Glen Cove and the club again. I explained to Laura that there was going to be lots of activity there this weekend, showing her the leaflet my mate at work had given me. Again, she showed her reluctance of going to this type of club, but I again assured her that we would do nothing that she didn't want to do, and would not stay if she were uncomfortable. I reminded her how hot my story of her entering a wet Tee Shirt contest had made her, and said she should at least give us the chance to see if those feelings persisted when we were at this club.

Finally, she agreed, but only on the conditions that I had offered her. But she also insisted that she at least wear panties. I reluctantly agreed, although I was still hoping to talk her out of wearing panties before we got to the club this weekend. I then got on my computer, and made the changes to the story I had written about her entering a wet Tee Shirt contest. In my original story, the one that Laura had read, I had Laura going to a yuppie bar in our town, but with her agreeing to go to Glen Cove and the biker bar, I had to change my story. Again, in my original story, Laura had won the contest, but been treated with respect, whereas in my new fantasy, she won, but only after being felt up on stage by the MC and then being felt up and played with as she danced with the men in the bar afterwards.

After rewriting my story, I showed it to Laura, and asked her to read and comment on it. She read it with interest, and I could see the excitement on her face as she read. Her hand made its way to her pussy, and by the time she finished the story, she was playing with her pussy and her clit, bringing herself to a nice orgasm. That told me all I needed to know. Laura was ready for our outing to the Iron Horse Bar and its wet Tee Shirt contest. Laura was well on the way in her descent into debauchery.

That Saturday, I again brought up with Laura what she should wear to the Iron Horse Bar. She still was sticking to wearing at least panties, but I asked her just to take a pair along and if she still insisted when we got there, I would let her put them on. She finally agreed to this, and chose an old skirt that she didn't care about any longer, along with an old pull over that she would lose no tears over if it got ruined. She added a pair of pumps from years ago that made her legs look like a million dollars (of course, she would say a million pounds). I dressed in my denim jeans with a cotton shirt and a pair of black boots. I wanted us to not be too noticeable when we entered the bar.

On the ride to Glen Cove, I could tell Laura was a little nervous. She had trouble finding a comfortable position in her seat, and kept up a nervous patter as we traveled. I kept reassuring her that everything would be lots of fun, and not to be nervous. I reminded her that any time she wanted to leave, we would leave. This seemed to calm her down a little. In Glen Cove, we found the bar in an industrial part of town. I guess the town council did not want bars of that type in the better parts of town. The parking lot was full, and there seemed to be a party atmosphere coming from the open front door. We found a place near the back of the parking area, and I watched as Laura made no attempt to put on her panties. With a deep breath, we made our way through the parked cars and to the front door. A doorman was there, taking a 5 pound door charge for me, with Laura free.

Laura Writing

There were loud cheers from the audience when at last the emcee walked onto the stage and announced the start of the contest, again saying that there was room on the list for more contestants. Set up on the stage behind the emcee, I could see that there was a large plastic children's paddling pool and a table on which were several large jugs of water. The emcee informed the audience that the girls would soon be on stage and they, that was the audience, would have to select the three best girls who would appear on stage again at the end of the show to find a winner.

There were cheers when the first girl appeared on stage. A tall blond, she informed the emcee that her name was Hazel and she was 23 years of age. She was dressed in a long white T-shirt with the name of the club printed across the front. Her legs and feet were bare. After the short interview, the emcee assisted the girl into the paddling pool and there were cheers and whistles as he picked up a jug of water and poured it over her T-shirt. Immediately the water soaked into the T-shirt. It was obvious that the only thing she was wearing under the T-shirt was a brief pair of white panties.

The T-shirt had become almost transparent and her nipples were clearly displayed. The disco music started and Hazel stepped dripping out of the pool and started dancing. The audience cheered and I watched with interest as Hazel teased the audience by raising her shirt to give the cheering crowd a glimpse of the underside of her shapely breasts. Her dance lasted about 3 minutes and there were more loud cheers when she finished.

The emcee thanked Hazel and said that if the crowd wanted to see more of her, then they should vote for her at the end of the show. The next girl who appeared on stage was a petite brunette called Sally. She got the same soaking treatment as Hazel had received, and she teased the large crowd by lifting her wet T-shirt and offering the crowd a quick flash of her ample breasts.

While Sally was performing, two guys appeared at our table and asked Ray if the other seats were taken. Ray said they were not in use and invited them to sit down. The guys were both fairly attractive and in their late twenties or early thirties. They watched with interest as Sally finished her routine amid loud applause. When she had left the stage, the two guys introduced themselves to us. Their names were Pete and Graham and they said they were work mates at a local sports shop.

The next girl to appear on stage was another good looking blond called Kathy. She too was a good dancer and she had an amazing pair of breasts with large dark nipples that threatened to push their way through the material of the thin T-shirt. The crowd loved her and when she lifted her T-shirt to totally expose her large breasts, the crowd loved it. She too finished her show amid loud cheers.

The emcee said that there would be a short break before the next dancer to allow everyone to refill their glasses. Pete asked us if we would like a drink and Ray accepted their kind offer. When he returned with the drinks, we chatted together amicably. I could see that both guys were looking at me with interest, probably wondering what a girl like me was doing at the contest. I felt it was quite flattering. Graham then asked me if I were going to join in with the show. I smiled and looked across at Ray. He smiled too. "I have already suggested it to her," he said. "She is as good as any of the girls who have been on up to now, don't you think so?" Both of the men nodded in agreement.

One thing I did notice, and it was something that quite surprised me, was that when the girls finished their spot, they did not go back stage and change. They came out in their very revealing shirts and joined up at the table with their group of friends and supporters.

Before the next girl came on the emcee again announced that there was still time for any other competitors to sign up. Pete called out to him and the emcee looked in our direction. "How about it, young lady?" he asked "I'm sure everyone in the house would like to see you up here.

After watching the first three girls, I was in fact quite excited about the prospect of appearing on the stage. The thought of exhibiting myself in front of all these guys was beginning to turn me on, even more so since Pete and Graham had turned up. It was the way the pair of them were looking at me, looking at the thrust of my breasts as they pressed against my sweater. I guessed, after watching the other girls exhibit their wares, they wanted to get a look at the real thing.

The next girl to appear was a slim dark haired young lady. She had a good figure although her breasts were a little on the small size. But she had dark thrusting nipples that pushed against the thin materiel of her T-shirt. Although she did flash her breasts, she did not get the ovation the girls who had gone before her got.

At last I decided. I knew Ray wanted me to get up there and the thought of exhibiting myself to our two new friends excited me. I stood up and excused myself from the table. Then I made my way over to where the emcee was standing, leaning against the bar. As I approached him, he looked me up and down. "I hope you are coming to inform me that you have decided to give us all a look at your attractive body," he said. "If you still have a place for me on your list." I smiled as he picked up his clip board.

Ray Writing

Once inside, we looked around, not seeing any empty tables or chairs. The place was packed, except for a small open area that was obviously the dance floor. Two punters at a table next to the dance area saw us looking around, and motioned us over. They stood and indicated that we should take their chairs. When we got to the table, they gallantly told us they would find a couple of more chairs someplace, but that we were to take their two chairs. (I know this differs slightly from Laura's remembrance, but we both were so excited that little details maybe have gotten mixed up.) There was a small band composed of a couple of guitars, a bass, and a drummer, with one of the guitar players also the singer. A rather pretty young girl asked us what we wanted to drink, and Laura opted for a ginger and coke while I ordered just a Sprite, knowing that I wanted to be completely sober for the night's fun.

The two blokes found a couple of chairs someplace, and bringing them over, we scooted around to make room for them. It was crowded, but that was okay. I watched Laura, and could see that with the drinks, and she had had three already, she was much more relaxed and seemingly at ease. The guys at our table were quite chatty, and were chatting her up, at the same time trying to get a feel in here and there. Laura seemed to be loving all the attention the guys were giving her, and was even allowing a stray hand on her arm or brushing her breast without any objection.

The wet T-shirt contest started without Laura. She still was hesitant about going up, even though she was obviously turned on, letting the two guys feel her up as they sat there, drinking. Laura has given a great description of the contest, so I won't bother repeating that here. Suffice it to say, I had a boner that wouldn't end.

After a couple or three of the girls had been exposed, the MC announced there would be a short break, and then the wet Tee Shirt contest would continue. He then invited all ladies that still wanted to enter to come on up on stage. Laura looked at me with a questioning look on her face. I nodded toward the stage, indicating she should go on up. She looked a little hesitant, but then the two guys told her to go do it, that she would be a shoo in to win. Without a backward look, Laura got up and marched up to the MC where he was leaning against the bar. There were a couple of other women also going up to the MC, both of them in various stages of undress. To put it simply, Laura looked like a slut, and before the evening was over, she would act like a slut.

Laura Writing

"With a body like you have, there would always be a place for you, darling."

He wrote down my name and took some other details, and then showed me through the back to a small clothes strewn dressing room around the back of the stage. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a pile of T-shirts on a small bar table. There were also two other girls in the room already dressed in their T-shirts and waiting there turn to go on. They looked up when I came in. I smiled at them.

I found out that one of the girls was called Trish and she turned out to be quite friendly. When she found out it was my first time, she came over and explained a few things to me. She said that if I wanted to get into the last three, I needed to give the audience a bit of a preview of what was on offer.

When the other girl had gone up on stage to do her spot, I quickly undressed down to my panties and put my discarded clothes in one of the lockers that lined the small room. I saw Trish watching me. She smiled. "You have wonderful breasts," she said. "If the guys out there get a look at them, you will be in with a good chance." I smiled as I selected a T-shirt and slipped into it. Now I was ready.

We heard the audience applaud for the last girl and I wished Trish good luck as she made her way up to the stage. I was left alone in the dressing room. I had time to think about just what I was about to do. I was going out on stage in a few moments to exhibit myself in front of my husband, Ray, and a room full of other guys.

I stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to the stage. Over the beat of the music, I could her the crowd chanting for Trish. Then there was loud applause and the music stopped. In a few moments it would be my turn to go out there and face the baying crowd.

I heard the emcee begin my introduction and with my heart thumping, I made my way up the stairs. The crowd cheered when they saw me. I smiled and waved at them as I walked over to the centre of the stage. It felt extremely exciting to be standing there in front of all those people, knowing that I was only wearing a thin T-shirt and my panties.

After the short introduction, the emcee took my hand and led me over to the paddling pool. I stepped into it. The emcee picked up the last two jugs of water. He stood in front of me and poured them over my T-shirt. I squealed as the icy cold water drenched me. There was a cheer from the crowd. I realised they probably were cheering because my breasts were on display. The music started and I stepped out of the pool and started shaking my body to the beat of the music. The cold water had made my nipples react and as I danced, I could feel them rubbing excitingly against the wet material of my shirt.

I remembered what Trish said. Give them something to think about, get them to want to see more. As I danced, I began to ease up my wet shirt. I felt it slide up over my breasts. Suddenly, I felt my nipples pop into view. The crowd roared. I danced on, leaving my nipples on show until the wet shirt at last fell back into place.

I was really enjoying myself now that I had gotten over the first few minutes. I made my way across the stage near to where Ray and the two guys were sitting watching my display. I looked down at them. Ray smiled up at me. I could see he was enjoying himself. Pete and Graham were looking hungrily at my partially exposed breasts. I cupped them in my hands and caressed them. Even I was surprised just how hard my nipples now were.

I danced back into the centre of the stage. I knew I had only a few seconds left to make a lasting impression on the crowd. I moved my hands down from my breasts, lifted my shirt, and took hold of the waistband of my brief panties. There were instantly loud cries of, "Get em off," from around the room. I smiled as I began to slowly ease them over my hips, but just then the music finished, and there were cheers mixed with cries of disappointment as I stood there and acknowledged the applause.

After the emcee thanked me for the show, I jumped down off the stage and slowly walked back to our table, thanking the crowd around me for their support and offering to show them more next time. Ray smiled as I took my seat. "You did a great job," he said. Pete and Graham both agreed with him. For some reason, I actually did feel a little self conscious now that I was sitting so close to the two guys. Although my T-shirt had almost dried out, I could feel that my nipples were still erect from the excitement of performing and were obviously clearly displayed, a fact that Pete and Graham had not missed.

The guys then produced a large bottle of wine to celebrate. There was a short break while everyone took a refill and then, at last, the emcee called all the girls back onto the stage. We lined up and each one of us had to take a step forward while the crowd applauded. I was very much surprised that in the end, I was voted into the top three The other two girls were Kathy with the large breasts, and my new found friend, Trish.

We then all made our way back to the dressing room, some to get back into their clothes, others like myself to prepare for the final. While the losing girls dressed, the three of us waited for the final to begin. Trish said that we needed to do something a little more daring this time. She selected one of the fresh T-shirts and with a small pair of scissors began cutting slits in it. When she tried it on, I saw that now her breasts were almost exposed. I saw that across the room Kathy was giving her T-shirt the same treatment.

I could see what they were doing and where they were coming from. I picked up a shirt and began to do my own modifications. Kathy was the first to go up for her second appearance. I could hear that the crowd was even more rowdy and excited now, probably due to the large amounts they had consumed. I sat there quietly with Trish making plans for my own performance. After Trish left, I made one extra modification to my outfit. Then I sat and awaited my turn.

I heard the final applause for Trish. I stood up, took a last look around the empty dressing room, then made my way slowly to the top of the stairs. I stood behind the curtain and waited for the emcee to start my introduction. "Now gentlemen," I heard him say, "for our last competitor, we have Laura." I pushed through the curtain and there was immediate applause and whistles. They seemed to like what I had done to my T-shirt. Unlike the others who had slashed theirs, I had cut mine from the neck all the way down the front to about three inches from the waist.

As I stopped and spoke with the emcee, he looked down at the tattered T-shirt and smiled. With the front slashed as it was, the interesting swell of my breasts was already exposed to him. Much to the delight of the excited crowd, I was soon back in the small pool and being dowsed with cold water. I felt more confident this time as I began my dance routine. I soon had the crowd cheering and encouraging me.

I had slit the front of my shirt so that I could easily slip it off my shoulders. Now it was down my arms and was held in place by just the wetness of my breasts, but as I continued to dance, I could feel it slowly slipping. Suddenly there was a loud cheer as one breast became totally exposed and moments later, amid more cheer, the other slipped out. I then slipped my arms out of the wet tattered shirt allowing it to hang limply down around my waist.

Now with my breasts totally exposed, the crowd was loving it, and so was I. I could feel the crowd lusting for me. It was an unbelievable feeling. I couldn't wait for my next move. My heart was thumping and I could feel my juices beginning to flow at the thought of what I was about to do. The crowd cheered as I ran my hands over my breasts and then down my body. I began to push the damp remains of my T-shirt down from my waist and over my hips. As the remains of the T-shirt slipped, some of them suddenly began to realise that maybe I was not wearing anything under the shirt. They were correct. That final modification I had made to my outfit before I left the dressing room was to take off my panties.

Now as my wet tattered shirt slipped over my hips I was about to reveal everything to the cheering mob. Finally the wet shirt was free of my hips and fell to the floor. I stepped out of it and now displayed myself completely naked to the wildly cheering audience. I was not surprised that after my little exhibition I was announced the winner. The emcee made the most of me being naked and he did not allow me to cover myself, much to the delight of the audience, until he had awarded me my prize, a cheque and a bottle of champagne. Just before I left the stage, he also handed me a special winner's T-shirt which I gratefully slipped into.

Ray Writing

I was thoroughly enjoying watching the other women getting soaked, and exposing their tits, but Laura was the one I wanted to really see. The two guys, who I should mentioned were Pete and Graham, were also waiting expectantly for Laura. Even though some of the other women had nice bodies, and did not mind showing them off, there just was something special about Laura, and the audience seemed to sense that. The winner was determined by the audience, and Laura was clearly the winner. The MC made her stand naked while he presented her with the winning check and a bottle of champagne. He also gave her a winner's T-shirt, this time dry, which she slipped on before coming back to our table.

Laura Writing

I went back over to our table and showed Ray my winner's cheque. He congratulated me and suggested we open the champagne and share it with Pete and Graham. With the main event of the evening now over, some of the crowd began to drift away. As they did, some of them stopped by our table and congratulated me on winning and thanked me for a great show. We all quickly drank the first bottle, so Graham ordered us a second one. It was then that Ray suggested that it would be nice if I were to get up and dance with Graham and Pete. I looked over at the small dance floor. Several couples were now dancing to the slow smootchy music. I noticed that Kathy and Trish, the two girls who had been in the final show with me, were already on the floor dancing with their partners.

"OK, which one of you is going to be the first?" I asked. Graham smiled. "Well, I just laid out for the drinks, so I think it's my turn." He got up and held out his hand to me. We walked over to the floor and started to dance. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him. The fact that I was still only wearing a T-shirt seemed to excite him and he ran his hands up and down my back obviously feeling the warmth of my body beneath the thin covering.

As we danced, he got more adventurous. He dropped his hands down to my arse and slowly lifted my shirt until he could get a handful of my bare bottom. I looked across to where Ray was sitting chatting to Pete. He smiled at me. He must have seen what Graham was doing, caressing my bare arse, but he showed no emotion, just watched us with a slight smile on his face. I was beginning to get a little excited by Graham's treatment and was just a little disappointed when the music ended and we made our way back to the table.

Ray poured out some drinks and then said that I ought to give Pete a turn on the floor before we left. This time it was Pete's turn to get a feel of my body. He even lifted my shirt up until it was almost around my waist. I knew that he would be exposing me to anyone who was watching us, but I guessed that they would not be seeing anything they had not already seen. As we danced, he rubbed his leg against my exposed pussy until I let out a groan of pleasure. But again the music ended without me getting any true pleasure.

Ray decided it was time to leave. I was quite glad. I was in the need of some serious sexual relaxation and needed to get home as soon as possible. The two guys excused themselves to go to the john. While they were away, Ray asked me how I would feel if he asked Pete and Graham to come along with us. I was not too sure what he meant at first, but then it came to me. I looked at him. "Are you sure?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You seem to be getting on well with them and it seems a pity to turn down such an opportunity." I was now getting excited at the prospect of Ray allowing me to go all the way with our two new friends.

Ray Writing

Here was my Laura, the winner of the wet T-shirt contest, dressed in just a flimsy T-shirt, feeling high from all the drinks and excitement, and two guys that were lusting after her with their eyes, and would with their hands if given the opportunity. Others of the participants were out dancing with their partners, and I saw this as the chance to allow Pete and Graham to get their hands on Laura. I suggested she dance with one of them, and Graham immediately stood up and pulled Laura to her feet, leading her out on the dance floor. He wasted no time in running his hands up and down Laura's back, finally reaching down to the hem of the T-shirt and pulling it up over her bare ass, exposing it to any who wanted to look. I saw Laura look over at me, so I just pretended that nothing out of the way was happening. I saw Graham squeeze his leg between Laura's, rubbing his hard, pants encased cock, against her cunt. Laura did not try to stop him or pull back in any way. My hard on was about to burst out of my pants. My Laura was well on her descent. Now all I had to do was get her to agree to let Pete and Graham come home with us. From what I could see happening on the dance floor, that should not be too difficult.

When that dance ended, and Laura and Graham came back to the table, Pete quickly took Laura right back out for the next dance. He had seen what Graham had done in feeling her up, and tried his best to do him one better. I think he succeeded because when the two guys went to the restroom, Laura was very agreeable to our taking them home with us. This was the next step in her descent into debauchery.

Laura Writing

Of course, when Ray offered them the chance to come back to our place, they jumped at the chance. We went out to the car. It turned out they had not come in theirs as they only lived a few streets away. Ray said it was not a problem as we could all get in ours. He got into the driving seat and then suggested that I get in the back with the two guys. It was just as we set off that I suddenly realised that I had left all my clothes in the locker in the dressing room. Ray told me not to worry. He would call and pick them up for me tomorrow. Then he said with a smile, "I don't think you are going to need your clothes tonight." I looked round at the two guys. They were smiling.

As we drove, Ray began to relate to them the story of our little trip the other night and how I had exhibited myself around town. Ray finished off by telling them how much I had enjoyed myself. "We discovered that Laura loves riding around in the car naked," he said, "and it really seems to turn her on. Might be an idea if you two got rid of that T-shirt and then she should be ready for anything by the time we get home."

They of course did not need a second bidding and I lifted my arms to allow them to remove the shirt. Now I was naked in the back of the car with the two hot guys. They quickly took advantage of the situation and before we had travelled much further, Graham was caressing and kissing my breasts while Pete was discovering the delights of my pussy.

By the time we pulled up in front of our house, I had already had one orgasm and I was well on my way towards another. I noticed that Ray had been watching the proceedings with interest through the rear view mirror. I also noticed that Ray had not pulled into the drive as he usually did. I guessed that he wanted to see me walk naked up to the house. Luckily there was no one around this late at night and I managed the short walk without incident.

Once inside, Ray made it clear to Graham and Pete that I was on offer, and they were quick to oblige. Ray poured himself a large whisky and sat himself down in his armchair to watch the action. I was of course by this time incredibly hot, caused by everything that had gone on during the evening. Graham and Pete looked at each other and quickly stripped naked. I was more than pleased to see that they both had the equipment that was required and it was already in a state of readiness.

They both came towards me, Graham taking me in his arms and kissing me. Pete joined in from the back. I could feel his hard cock rubbing up against my arse while Graham's was pressed up against my pussy. After that initial contact, we decided to get down onto the floor. Pete moved me into the doggie position, a position I do rather enjoy. I felt the thrill as his hard cock began to open up my wet pussy lips and slid gently inside my warm wet hole. He suddenly thrust himself all the way in and I gasped. He rested there a moment, obviously enjoying the pleasure of my pussy gripping on to his cock. Graham was now kneeling in front of me, cupping my hanging breasts in his hands, gently pulling on the extended nipples. His erect cock was bobbing in front of my face. I leaned forward and heard him gasp as I ran my tongue over the hard swollen end. He gripped my head in his hands as I opened my mouth and let my lips slide wetly down the full length of his hard tool.

Then the three of us started to work together. Pete was thrusting into me from the rear while my head was bobbing up and down the length of Graham's hard cock. Sadly, it was all over far too soon. It had been an exciting night for everyone and both guys seemed to let go simultaneously. I felt Pete's hot cum explode into my pussy, while at almost the same moment, Graham unloaded into my mouth. I was in heaven. We all collapsed onto the floor gasping, but I now wanted more of the same. I grasped both of their wilted cocks in my hand and began working on them. Luckily for me, in no time at all, they were both ready for action again.

This time Graham took me in the normal missionary position with Pete kneeling beside my head while I sucked hungrily on his cock. I can't really remember just how many times we fucked that first night, but I remember my body was bathed in their sticky cum. It ran from between my legs, dripped from my chin and was matted in my hair. I lay there on the floor a sticky mess, my legs still spread wide, and watched as the two of them poured themselves a much needed drink. I looked up at Ray and he smiled at me. "I think we have both enjoyed our evening," he said.

Later when we had all come around, Graham and Pete went up to the bathroom and showered. I still looked a bit of a mess as I sat and talked to Ray about our exciting night and agreed with him that we must do it again in the not too distant future. After the two guys came down I went up and cleaned myself up. After a warm refreshing shower, I redid my hair and applied new make up. I slipped into my robe and went down to join the guys.

Ray had rung for a taxi to take the guys home and we all sat and chatted while we waited. Ray suggested that we do something similar the next week and we all agreed. I was certainly in for it now, there was no way now that I was going to turn down another good fucking like the ones I had experienced tonight.

We heard the taxi pull up and Ray said it might be fun to do just one last stunt. He said that I should take off my robe and walk out to the taxi with the guys, naked. They both thought the idea would be a fun end to the evening and also give them a last look at the body that had given them so much pleasure. I agreed and slipped off the robe. Then with Ray watching from the door, I walked down the drive arm in arm with the two guys. The look on the taxi driver's face was a sight to behold. I kissed both of them as they got into the cab and stood and waved as they disappeared down the road. As I walked slowly back up the drive, I shivered slightly. The night air felt chilly on my naked body and I could feel my nipples had reacted and were hard and erect. I had already been fucked several times that evening but I was happy to allow Ray the pleasure of my body again before we both fell into a well-earned sleep.

Ray Writing

Since Pete and Graham lived close by and had just walked over to the club, we all got into our car for the short trip back to our town and house. I suggested that Laura get in the back with the two guys, and they all three seemed to think that was a great idea. On the way home, I told the guys about how Laura had gone out naked except for her trench coat a few nights before, and how she so enjoyed being naked. They took the hint and quickly pulled the T-shirt over her head. I had to watch where I was driving, but was able to catch glimpses of what was going on in the back seat using the rear view mirror. My Laura was being a perfect slut and whore, allowing complete freedom to the two guys to play with and stimulate her body any way they wanted. I heard Laura have at least one and maybe two orgasms before we got home. The whore and slut in her had been hiding all these years, but was now coming out in full force. She was in heaven.

When we got home, I fixed everyone a drink, although Pete and Graham had other things on their minds then having a drink. They immediately stripped out of their clothes and both attacked Laura, one from the front and one from the rear. They had just averaged sized cocks, but that was plenty sufficient. For the next hour or so, they fucked Laura in every hole she had, mouth, cunt, and ass. Then we all had to take a little break and renew our energy.

After Pete and Graham had rested and had a drink of good whiskey, they started in again, both taking complete liberty with Laura's willing body. By this time, she was a complete mess, with cum in her hair, all over her tits, and running out of her cunt down her legs. But none of this bothered any of them in the least. Laura was smiling when she wasn't orgasming, and was urging both men to fuck her harder, and give her more cock. Finally, Pete and Graham just couldn't get it up any longer. Laura had completely fucked them out.

While the two men were in the shower getting cleaned up, Laura and I talked about what a great exciting night this had been. I asked her if she wanted to do it again, and her answer was an enthusiastic, "YES!!" When the guys were dressed again, we asked if they were interested in doing this again. What a dumb question. We had called a taxi to take them back to Glen Cove and home, and when it came, I suggested to Laura that she accompany them out to the taxi, dressed, or I should say, undressed like she was. Laura thought that was a brilliant idea, seeing as how she now knew how turned on she was from walking around in public completely naked. I know the taxi driver appreciated the show Laura put on for him as she passionately kissed each of the guys before they got in the taxi.

This isn't the end of the story. If there is enough interest, Laura and I would love to tell would what transpired after this first step into debauchery. Compared to what was to come, this was innocent.

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