Early on, I asked my 2nd (and current) wife to tell me some of her best sex stories. She had surprisingly few to tell. But then, she did have some stories that thrilled me, but she didn't think of them as being sexual. Here is one: she told me that when she was in her early 20s, she and her best-friend attended a three-day music concert with their boyfriends. The concert was held in the Midwest during summer. She and her best-friend went topless, as did many of the women. (I am told that her friend actually has photos of them topless at the concert, but I have never seen them.) She told me that she and her best-friend had gone completely nude inside their shared tent, as the heat was stifling. Sadly, eventually she had to put her panties back on, as her best-friend's boyfriend kept shamelessly staring at her pussy. The breaking point happened when she had been crawling around on all fours and he followed behind her on all fours so he could see her asshole and pussy up close. I asked if the guys went naked. They didn't; they just striped down to their underwear.
By the way, she is quite odd in that she isn't in the least an exhibitionist (and she gets zero sexual thrill from being naked in public and she hates the idea of visiting a nudist colony), but at the same time she feels no stress whatsoever being naked in front of strangers. For example, early on we visited an expensive lingerie store in a ritzy small town. The three changing rooms, pressed together and aligned to a back wall, were little bigger than a telephone booth. She entered the middle one, while I and two other men waited outside for their wives. Surprising me greatly, she opened the door and walked out in her see-through lingerie, which didn't hide her braless ad large shapely breasts or her frilly red panties. She seemed oblivious to the extra four eyes gawking at her body. Instead, she acted as nonchalantly as if she were modeling a ski jacket. She made two more changes and two more exits to show me—and the men next to me—her super revealing outfits. Another example, we have joined friends in their hot tubs, and she just stripped nonchalantly and didn't do any of the hiding her naughty body parts the way many women do, as she was happy have her naked breasts on display and to sit on the tub's edge, which revealed her pussy.
By the way, she is quite odd in that she isn't in the least an exhibitionist (and she gets zero sexual thrill from being naked in public and she hates the idea of visiting a nudist colony), but at the same time she feels no stress whatsoever being naked in front of strangers. For example, early on we visited an expensive lingerie store in a ritzy small town. The three changing rooms, pressed together and aligned to a back wall, were little bigger than a telephone booth. She entered the middle one, while I and two other men waited outside for their wives. Surprising me greatly, she opened the door and walked out in her see-through lingerie, which didn't hide her braless ad large shapely breasts or her frilly red panties. She seemed oblivious to the extra four eyes gawking at her body. Instead, she acted as nonchalantly as if she were modeling a ski jacket. She made two more changes and two more exits to show me—and the men next to me—her super revealing outfits. Another example, we have joined friends in their hot tubs, and she just stripped nonchalantly and didn't do any of the hiding her naughty body parts the way many women do, as she was happy have her naked breasts on display and to sit on the tub's edge, which revealed her pussy.
