Cuck'd

Serena widened the distance between her knees a little further as she caught sight of the man wearing the New York Yankees ball cap looking at her legs. He did not notice that she had seen him looking her way, most men never did. He smiled imperceptivity as his gaze reached the innermost areas of Serena's upper thighs. Get a good look Baby, thought Serena.

Serena was an exhibitionist who delighted in exposing herself to men, strangers whom she referred to as her admirers. Of course, the men who received the benefits of her little games never asked to be included but most of them would not have objected if asked.

Her most frequent expositions were simple and easily arranged beaver shots where she would wear a skirt short enough to ride high when she sat down and loose enough to allow her to create an eight-inch gap between her knees. Subtract panties and instant gratification was granted to some strange man who would most certainly have recurring memories of the event, perhaps masturbating in the shower without their wife's knowledge. Serena guessed that she had flashed her pussy in front of at least two hundred or more pairs of leering eyes in the last year alone. Make that two hundred and one, she thought, giggling.

Of course, she had to maintain a much stricter dress code while at work and upon arriving at the office each day, the ladies room was always the first and last place she visited in the morning and in the late afternoon before quitting time. Occasionally, she offered views to the downtown lunchtime crowd but this entailed risks that one of her co-workers might be having lunch within her lunch hour range.

Showing her pussy to her co-workers was something she would have loved to do, however she felt that the potential for fallout was too great. Flashing the wrong person could get her fired and her husband Douglas would be angry if that happened. Men at the office were restricted to only receiving an occasional, quick, and apparently accidental view of her panties and that was it.

Serena kept her pussy shaved clean if for no other reason than to eliminate darkness between her legs as she flashed herself to strange men. Although she avoided direct eye contact with her admirers, she was very good at looking just past them while looking right at them. She was well aware that some men who saw all the way up to her exposed cunt knew she was purposely exposing her cunt to them; she wanted them to know. She loved acting like a slut to strangers.

Remorseful that it was only lunchtime, Serena watched as the man in the ball cap moved closer so that he could get a better view of under her dress. Once the stranger repositioned, Serena adjusted how she sat in order to widen the gap between her knees for him just a little more. This time, she allowed her eyes to meet those of the stranger and she smiled. He smiled back and nodded his appreciation and Serena responded by spreading her knees even further for him.

Her husband Douglas knew about her addiction with teasing and flashing herself. He had known for sometime now however, she had assured him that all she wanted was the thrill of exposing her pussy and nothing more.

"It just feels so deliciously naughty," she had told him, "and the men think they are getting away with something, if they only knew, ha-ha."

Serena was lying to her husband about it just being a little naughty fun. She did not want Douglas to learn the truth about how occasionally; things went a little further than just letting a strange man gawk between her legs. She was adamant than Douglas should never learn the truth about what she allowed to happen when the opportunity presented itself. Lately, it seemed to her that opportune moments had begun happening more and more often. She would not admit to herself that she was doing anything to push events to the point where a strange cock found its way into her pussy, and it was starting to become almost a weekly occurrence now.

The first time she had been unfaithful to Douglas had occurred in a parking garage and Serena was convinced that it had been an accident. She had not been playing her games that morning, and in fact had not even realized that the stranger's eyes were on her as she swiveled her hips to slide out of the driver's seat. Her tight skirt had inched itself to the point where it rode high against her buttocks. A man's hand had extended forward to assist her in rising and she had looked up to see the stranger, who was dressed like a biker from a motorcycle gang smiling at her.

"Nice legs," the man had said, "nice looking clit you have too, Baby!"

Serena had been excited by the man's aggressive remarks, and without thinking she had replied, "Thank you." Before she realized it, the man's other hand was reaching between her legs and this excited her even more. Five minutes later, the man was walking away from her, his cum dripping down her leg after she had allowed him to turn her around and bend her over the hood of her car.

The sheer recklessness and abandonment of allowing a complete stranger to fuck her in a public parking garage was far more thrilling than anything she had ever experienced before. Serena sat inside of her car for half an hour after it happened as she tried to calm herself down. Her only issue with what had occurred had been how quickly it had ended. She also hoped that perhaps some passerby had seen the act happening. That would have really been hot if someone had seen her, her dress pulled up from behind and bent over the hood of her car. Maybe, she thought, maybe there were surveillance cameras watching. Serena wished she had not even thought about cameras because now she wanted desperately to watch the show.

Later that evening at home with her husband Douglas, she desperately wanted to talk about what had happened but she knew she could not just tell him that she had allowed a strange man to fuck her, and worse, cum inside her. Having his seed spurt into her cunt had been the most exciting thing she had ever experienced; a man with no name might have possibly impregnated her. The encounter had been a pure adrenalin rush far beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Serena assured herself that becoming knocked-up had not happened, she was very careful with her birth control precautions.

Words and phrases such as slut and sleazy-whore echoed in her mind and made her body quiver with delight that evening as she pretended to watch television with her husband. She wondered if the man who had somehow known that she would allow him to fuck her was busy telling his friends about it right now in some bar somewhere, she hoped so, if only she could listen in to their conversation.

As the two of them watched a movie together after dinner, only Douglas was paying attention to the film's storyline. Serena stared at the screen with blank eyes as she relived every moment of the day's event repeatedly. She knew that what had happened today would happen again and her heart skipped a beat when she realized this. She wondered if this had been the reason why she delighted in exposing herself to strangers all along. Her real message was, "Come and fuck me!"

In the film playing on the television, a scene played out where a woman was inside a nightclub all by herself. The actress was wearing an outfit that was cut so deeply that her breast nearly popped out and Serena envisioned herself playing out her own scenes. It prompted her to comment about the dress to her husband Douglas.

"Do you like seeing women expose themselves like that?" she asked.

"Huh? Sure, who wouldn't?" Douglas had replied; he was unaware of what secrets were yet to come out that night.

"I like dressing erotically," Serena ventured, waiting to see if Douglas would comment back. When he didn't respond, she asked him, "Does it bother you if another man is looking at me?"

Douglas replied, "No, not really. In fact, in a way it is a compliment to me. You are an attractive woman; men are going to look at you regardless of what you are wearing."

"Does that make me an exhibitionist?"

"Of course not," Douglas replied, "You can't control what some jerk does."

"But, maybe I do," Serena said, "Maybe I encourage them. Maybe subconsciously, I want them to see me, look at me."

Realizing that Serena wanted to talk, Douglas grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. "Relax; we're not living in one of those Muslim countries. Western society doesn't try to hide its women behind fourteen layers of clothing. It's natural for a woman to dress sexy, to appear attractive to men."

"Do you think I overdo dressing sexy?"

Douglas laughed, "Yeah, maybe a little, but Honey I like seeing you dressed that way."

"And, you don't mind it that other men might be looking too?"

Douglas, preparing to hit the play button, shook his head and said, "No, I mean... what you think I should do? Go over and punch some guy out just because he looks at you?"

"Sometimes," Serena said cautiously, "I'll notice a man staring at me and, well I kind of like that when it happens. Sometimes I can tell they are trying to look right up my skirt."

Douglas shrugged his shoulders, unaware that his life was about to change forever, "That's what men do, not much you can do about it, it's human nature."

"Sometimes, if I see a man trying to look between my legs, I'll spread them out a little."

Douglas laid the television remote by his side, "You do what?"

Over the next hour, Serena continued to inform Douglas about the things that had been going on for nearly a year, taking her confessions further and further, admitting more and more of her overt actions, measuring Douglas's reaction to each revelation. She did not say a word about the biker in the parking garage nor admit to her newly discovered craving for physical contact with other men.

"I guess you are an exhibitionist," remarked a visibly shaken Douglas, "but, I understand, I really do. A lot of women are exhibitionist."

"So, you are okay with it?"

"No I'm not okay with you... with you exposing yourself to other men, but... well, like I said before, I understand it. It's our western culture. It's the whole Victoria Secret thing, the thong panties and thong bikinis, it's plunging necklines and... and see-through blouses."

"Yes, of course, Honey." Serena remarked, "But wearing sexy clothes... I like to take things further; do you think there is something wrong with me?"

"Yeah," Douglas laughed, "I mean, think about it. Think about it from my point of view."

Serena pressed, "As a man or as my husband?"

Douglas sat quietly for a moment, as he considered his wife's question. Finally believing that he knew how he wanted to answer, he said, "As a husband, I'm... I am supposed to be angry about my wife letting other men look at her, I mean as a husband, I want you to look good to other people, which means other men too. As a man, sure I'd want to sneak a peek, and... well it would be a turn on if the woman knew I was looking... and, well... accommodated me like that."

"Douglas, you're avoiding an answer. Do you think it is wrong that I spread my legs a little wider when I see someone looking at me?"

Wishing the conversation would end, Douglas replied. "I guess it isn't that big a deal, I mean... obviously you enjoy what you are doing, I guess well, it's not like you're out there fucking other men all the time."

Not yet anyway, Serena thought, not all the time.

"So, if it feels good, do it?"

"Yes," Douglas answered, exasperated that Serena continued to want to tell him about her little deeds. "Just... just be careful and don't get yourself arrested."

Finally satisfied that she had taken the conversation as far as she felt was needed, Serena simply nodded to Douglas to assure him that she would be careful.