Exhibitionist Arousal (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Ever since Mark began calling me his “masturbation slut,” my sexual side has been unleashed. He requested that I sometimes wear short skirts without any underwear or a bra to our store, and I agreed. Mark knows my love for exhibitionism and how it heightens my arousal. That is another story for another time.
During one of our conversations, I confessed to him that I enjoy bending over to show strangers my nipples or crouching down to give them a peek at my pantiless state. It’s thrilling to see their reactions and feel the power that comes with embracing my sexuality in such a bold way. But despite my adventurous nature, my heart and body belong solely to Mark.
The memory of yesterday still lingered in my mind, the feeling of being incredibly turned on and dripping with desire. Mark had ravished me the night before, and again in the morning before we both had to head off to work. The lingering scent of our lovemaking still clung to my skin as I sat down at my desk, trying to focus on my tasks for the day. But my body was buzzing with anticipation and arousal, my nipples hard and begging for attention.
As the morning wore on, I found myself unable to resist the urge any longer. Sneaking off to a quiet dressing room in the back of the store, I gave into my desires and brought myself to climax. But just as I was coming down from the intense pleasure, I heard the door swing open.
My heart racing, I quickly tried to compose myself, but it was useless. My husband stood there, wearing that familiar look of wanting and hunger in his eyes. And when he walked up to me, I knew exactly what was about to happen.
Without a word, he reached out and brushed his hand against my bare skin, finding me wet and pantiless. His fingers slipped easily into my slick entrance, causing me to gasp and moan with pleasure.
“Did you take care of yourself this morning?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” I managed to say between breaths.
With a smirk, he continued to stoke me with his fingers, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. And as he claimed me right there in the dressing room of our store.
A mischievous smirk danced across his lips as he continued to tease me with his skilled fingers, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of another intense climax. The small dressing room of our store was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the subtle rustling of clothing. My back arched against the cold wall, my body completely surrendered to his touch.
But just as I was on the brink of release, the store bell chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. Mark pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me aching and unsatisfied. I quickly composed myself, trying to hide the wetness between my legs and the flush on my cheeks.
As I emerged from the back room, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable. My breasts were still tingling with arousal and I could feel my pussy throbbing with need. In that moment, I felt like an exhibitionist at the highest level – even though I was covered, my sexual desires were laid bare for anyone to see. Did the customer see me as a wife, a woman, a creature full of longing? Only they knew, but one thing was for sure – in that moment, I was uninhibited and unapologetically myself.
The customer was a woman in her late 30s, her sharp eyes scrutinizing me as she walked towards me. A suggestive smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease.
“Can I assist you?” I asked with forced cheerfulness, trying not to let her intense gaze unsettle me.
“I need a dress for a wedding this weekend,” she replied, her voice laced with subtle hints of seduction. “I want something that will impress my husband and make all the other women envious.”
As she spoke, images flashed through my mind – images of my own husband waiting eagerly in the dressing room, ready to ravish me for the third time in 12 hours. I couldn’t help but wonder if this woman wanted the same kind of passion and desire from her husband. Did she want him to devour her as soon as they were alone? My body flushed with arousal, and I struggled to maintain my professional demeanor.
“Well then, let’s find you a dress that will make your husband unable to resist you,” I responded with a sly smile, knowing exactly what kind of dress would catch his attention.
Suddenly, Mark burst into the room with a sense of urgency. My heart raced as I braced myself for what was to come next.
“Hey Honey, I have to get back to work,” he said, slipping me a note that sent shivers down my spine.
In that moment, I realized I was not just getting fucked in the dressing room. I was being consumed by a fiery passion that burned hotter than anything I had ever experienced before.
But I couldn’t let myself get lost in the ecstasy. The woman who had come in looking for a dress deserved my full attention. Yet every dress she tried on seemed to scream “fuck me” as if it were speaking directly to my own desires.
As I crouched down to adjust her gown, I couldn’t help but notice her gaze linger on my bare thighs, exposed in my lack of panties. And then she spoke words that sent a thrill through me.
“It must be nice to have your husband visit you at your store,” she said with a knowing smile.
She knew exactly what we had been doing in the back dressing room before she entered. But even that didn’t dampen the intensity between us. In fact, it only added fuel to the fire.
With a boldness fueled by the lust coursing through my veins, I confided in this new friend.
“The truth is, we were playing in that back dressing room, fully aware that at any moment the bell could interrupt us,” I confessed.
Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled with admiration. “It must be nice to have that kind of excitement,” she said wistfully.
I couldn’t help but agree. Despite being married for over two decades, I was still madly in love with my husband and our adventurous escapades.
The woman carefully selected a slinky, form-fitting dress that hugged every curve of her body. As she left the store, she turned to thank me for helping her find the perfect outfit and for my intimate confession about my husband and I using the dressing room for some steamy fun.
Once she was gone, the store became bustling with customers for several hours. As closing time neared, the last of the shoppers trickled out and the store grew quiet once again. I couldn’t help but glance at the note he had slipped into my hand earlier. It read, “Don’t touch yourself until closing time. Lock the door, have a snack, take a pee and then go back to that secluded dressing room. Start touching yourself, spreading your pussy juices over your tits and cheeks. But don’t climax just yet. I’ll be there after the doors are locked.”
My initial shock at my husband’s perverse request quickly gave way to a surge of primal desire. I realized that I was just as depraved as he was, and the thought ignited a wildfire within me.
Without hesitation, I followed his command and made my way into the back dressing room. As I touched my body, painting my skin with a mixture of arousal, sweat, and pee, I felt a building urge to orgasm. My fingers worked feverishly over my wet pussy, tracing patterns of pleasure onto my flesh.
Suddenly, the door unlocked and then locked again. Mark stood before me, catching me in the act of pleasuring myself. “Can I cum for you?” I whispered, begging for release.
But Mark denied me. Instead, he kissed and licked every inch of my painted body, tasting and savoring my drying arousal. My need for him grew more intense by the second, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me senseless.
He unzipped his pants and revealed his rock hard member, ready to plunge into my waiting wetness. Without restraint, I lost control and came undone right then and there. But Mark wasn’t done with me yet.
“Cum baby,” he commanded as he increased the intensity of his caresses. My climax consumed me once again as he took me from behind, pounding into me with forceful thrusts. His hand landed on my ass with a stinging slap, driving me even closer to the edge.
In a frenzy of passion and lust, we both reached our peak together as he filled me completely. Our bodies shook with ecstasy as we rode out our climaxes, leaving us breathless and spent in each other’s arms.
This burned with white hot flames from start to finish. The sheer intensity of the passion and arousal leapt off the page and was a pleasure to read.
Go hot Monogamy!
Wow! This is hott! I can't wait for more of your stories!
I would love for my wife to push the envelope, mainly around other women, with her dress attire. I've would love her to turn heads, knowing I get to leave with her.
Hot!
Thanks. Writing is fun. I feel more sexy dressing that way.
Great story! The exhibitionism of you flashing other people did make me a bit uncomfortable but your 100% loyalty to your husband was obvious and beautiful!
I am so impressed with your n your husband’s mid-day delight and the anticipation of more all afternoon. Your husband is brilliant! And making love in unusual or unique places is such an amazing and memorable experience! I think pretty much every marriage needs this kind over-the-top shared sexual ecstasy sometimes.
I have one whine: You said you were as depraved as much as your husband. Sexual passion in marriage is not depravity it’s God-sanctioned and glorious! So keep it up and thanks for sharing.
Oops, one more thing: I thought it was great that you were open with your customer/new friend. We Christians can be so stupidly prudish about sex and I think sharing our joy with others – like you did with the female customer is inspiring. That is why MH is so great!!!
You are so right, there is nothing "depraved" about sexual passion in marriage. What would be a better word?
The right choice of words does become an issue as we often negative words are used for something positive. A common example is, "dirty", another is "abuse".
Like:
After abusing myself [masturbation] in preparation of a dirty [sex filled] in which I was to be his slut [hot wife].
Three times a negative word. It is hard to find suitable positive words as evil manipulates our language.
An attempt tempt to rewrite the above.
I spent time loving my hand in preparation of the sex and passion filled time of giving my self fully and often to my husband as a bride of Solomon should.
https://marriageheat.com/2013/06/28/solomons-bride/
Even my own rewriting – try again.
Depraved – Of Songs, Sexually Christian, On fire, Sexually alive in Christ.
I admit to be struggling.
PS "Sexually Christian" at home we often use to refer to a person who masturbates him/herself.
Wow Sarah! We like this. Ok. I am a Christian Hot wife, who is "Sexual Christian! " I am not depraved I am "always hot".
That's it Lizzy Ann, use positive words.
We need to think about the words we use, slang and names.
To call someone a "jerk", is negative, but at the same time, as Christians we want our guys to be men who jerk themselves off.
"Wanker" is another one. It is often used as derogatory name. Again, as Christians, we actually want our guys to be wankers! I do try to change peoples use on this one, so that "wanker" is only used as something positive.
Mark and I are enjoying this discussion. At MH, lets creates to new positive terms for all these things.
Yes. I do stock underwear for pants and other practical times, lol.
Lizzy Ann, as far as what would be a better word than depraved… here is a list of words & phrases:
Concupascense, horny, aroused, turned on, passionate, on fire, warm for my form / warm for his form / warm for her form etc., and our favorite is “wired,”
Oh wow, that was epically hot! I love how you confided in the lady customer and gave her some fuel for her own coming wedding day! Married people should do that, I think. Show others that marriage is hot and holy.
Thanks. Your stories are hot. You are hot, LLL!
Man this was hot.
Very hot marital sex. But are you really a real [exhibitionist] if no one sees except your husband? If the customer had walked in early enough to watch it probably would not work for Marriage Heat.
I guess the "exhibitionism" was revealing "sexy is as sexy does" attitude and a little playful revealing views. Thanks for your comment. Are you an exhibitionist?
No i am not an exhibitionist. Maybe I need to understand it better because your story was hot. Had she seen you or your husband or the two of you in the back room my hand would have been busy while reading.
Such a sexy, red 🥵 account! You accomplished your exhibitionist desire by causing your lady customer to wonder, then be tantalized by your desire to show off your lady bits. I’ll bet she went home and pleasured her pussy thinking about you and your hubby cumming close as she entered your store and anticipating him returning later to fuck his masturbating slut!
LOL. I hope she did.
Lizzy Ann,
I would guess that masturbating in the changing rooms has happened with your customers many times over the years. Good to see the proprietor setting a good Christian example.
It would be great if she reads MH and replied – I did indeed go home and honoured God and my husband by masturbating myself.
Lizzy anne, to begin with I read through your story myself and then read it to my husband, M.
Both of us were very worked up by the time I got to the end. He was hard his pants wide open his fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroking.
My skirt was up to my stomach my fingers inside my panties.
pushing the love button.
To start with the fire that's between you and Mark is amazing. But then when the customer came in and the sexual tension that existed between the two of you.
It's stirred both of our imaginations adding our own take and what was going through each of your minds. Over the years we have had what I would call Risque sex in different places. A few of those places being stores and always will on vacation away from our where we live.
We have used dressing rooms snuck behind displays and actually M. managed to masturbate me while standing next to me behind a clothing rack pretending to go throughThe items on the rack. The front of my dress pulled up in his hand pushed down inside my panties.
( Kind of hard to be nonchalant when you're used to being vocal and physical during those moments)
… And then I began reading through the comments. For me it's the comments by the women.
Needless to say. With all the contributions from Sarah, lovely lady, Marge, silver gold, and the men who wrote their comments. My panties were soaked.
My phone ended up resting on the back of the couch. With the two of us mostly naked or clothing laying on the floor performing very sloppy and passionate mutual oral he laying on his back me on top of him.
As I always say,
Ladies please comment more and please put your words whether they be fantasies or true experiences down on the page for us all to enjoy. 💋LadyK.
🔥❤️ L.&M. ❤️🔥