I closed the door behind Roberto as he exited saying a heartfelt, sincere “Thank you.” There was an unabashed lustiness in his eyes. Leaning against the closed door, I finally allowed my hand to slip between my legs and exploded with a crushing Orgasm within seconds. My knees buckled, and I know I cried out but had no sense of how loud or how long. I know the convulsions roared through me repeatedly, like the concentric outward moving circles of a large stone thrown into a pond, detonating in my core and undulating through my extremities; not in ripples but as thunderous, crashing waves.

I found myself, thighs like rubber and very, very wet laughing and crying on the floor. Ohmigod, that was so very erotic. Sharing it almost in real time with Tony, his naughty notes to me and obscene suggestions encouraging me, the flashing images of how I’d just posed for this man, and knowing that all of his friends would be seeing the images, all be hard and Cumming over me….

My phone buzzed and a reached for it on the bed next to where I knelt.

“did you cum” Tony’s message read simply.

“fuck yeah!!!!!!” I managed to tap out, though my vision was not yet entirely clear.

“I Love you. me too!” he responded, the emoji with the tongue hanging out followed.

I lay back against the door and hit the call button, too tired to type any more.

“Did he watch you cum?” Tony answered his phone. I could tell in his voice that he was excited, that he hoped I had.

“Babe…” I began, then not wanting to disappoint him, or admit some of the things I was thinking, I asked “would you like that?”

Maybe he sensed my hesitation, “It would be okay, if you wanted to…” he tried to not sound too aroused, but I could hear it clearly.

I inhaled. Not anxious, but more, perhaps, ambivalent and still deciding.

“You know, from about the tenth picture, every time you opened your legs, your clit was completely visible, bright and full in the center of your swollen, wet, beautiful, long lips. You were so suggestive. Almost lewd, but in a very erotic way,” I heard him sigh.

“Tony, I’ve never…”

“That’s not really true, Ree,” he said. It wasn’t accusatory, rather it was almost encouraging.

A smile creased my face. I knew he could tell. “Yeah, but you were there.”

I heard his smile too, “Fucking ay!”

“Shithead,” I laughed. “No, he did not watch me cum,” I tried to sound serious. “But I’m pretty sure he heard it as he walked to the elevator. Half the hotel probably heard it, and felt it,” I giggled.

“Damn. Really? That good, huh?”

“You’re whacking off over this, aren’t you?’

“Who, me?” he pretended not to be. Then he chuckled, “Mmm, actually getting ready for a second go. And wondering how many guys are going to be Cumming all over my beautiful Wife later? Ree, you’re so sensual, not in a rude or course way, but jeezus, you drive me crazy with desire with your showing off.”

“No one is going to be Cumming over your Wife,” I said softly as I played with my nipples one-handed, thinking of Roberto and the stretched pants that had been so close. Coyly I added, “maybe because of me, but not on me.” I hoped Tony could not hear how lustful my voice was thinking of Roberto and his friends splashing their seed all over my naked flesh. Two fingers entered me, my eyes closed in half dream as I fought to keep the phone to my ear.

My phone vibrated. I clicked to view the message and laughed.

“What’s funny?” Tony asked.

I realized I was running circles around my Love button, again getting damp. Damper.

“Our friend just messaged me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he says thanks and that I have the most spectacular breasts,” I blushed. “Y’know I had on just my t-shirt this morning,” I commented to Tony, “and my bush was clearly visible to him when I sat down, – he asked me to take off the shirt so he could see my breasts again. A tits guy, I guess,” I smiled to myself remembering.

“I’m glad he appreciates what you’ve shared with him…”

My phone buzzed again and I clicked on the message. I felt myself flush and giggled.

“Now what?” Tony asked.

“He, um, I just got another message. He says he’s never really seen, like seen” I emphasized the word ‘seen’ to Tony as Roberto had written it in caps, “a woman’s body when she was so fully aroused. That while he has no comparison to anything else, he’s certain my “intimate area” is the entrance to heaven.”

“Hmmm,” Tony exhaled fully. “I’d have to agree… the kid’s good. I think he has a crush on you,” he said, only half teasing.

“Well, no shit, dumbass. I was sitting right in front of him with my Pussy on fire and letting him take pictures. And you sending me messages the whole time encouraging the whole thing, egging me on…” I tried to sound perturbed. “What twenty-something normal guy wouldn’t like that?”

“Ree,” he began, then took a breath, measuring his words. “It’s how he said it. He didn’t use street language, or slang. He respects what happened and he respects you. Y’know, he’s right too. You are heavenly.”

I sighed.

“You okay?” Tony asked.

“I though about it, Babe…” I whispered.

“What?” he asked almost as quietly.

“He was, like you said, respectful. He didn’t push me to do anything, but asked if I’d sit here, or move my leg there or put my hand in some position. When I did some of the naughty poses you wrote me, he’d blush — and he’d take the picture and say ‘thank, you’, Babe. His damn cock was about to rip its way out of his pants, and he never made the slightest move, didn’t suggest anything, ah, obscene. Well, more obscene that I was already doing. He didn’t try to touch me or ask me to let him… ah, do anything. It was so, so erotic.” I finished, still whispering.

“I thought of Cumming in front of him, Tony. Of letting him see me Orgasm,” I said even quieter. “and I thought of asking him to cum on me.”

There was a long, long breath — as if Tony had been holding his and was now sucking in air for the first time in the last minute. I held the phone, now not breathing myself as my husband sighed and I waited for his response.

“That’s,” Tony cleared his throat, “that’s the most exciting, erotic, sensual image you’ve ever expressed, Darling.”

I knew it was said in sincere Love, and that he was sure of us.

“Babe, you’re not here,” I tied to plead, to rationalize with myself.

“If I were?”

“I….I don’t know…..” I said still in a whisper. “maybe… he could… maybe both of you could have cum on me…” My breath caught, another wave moved through my body as I sat on the cool floor, my eyes closed, imagining.

I felt the phone vibrating in my hand, and I heard Tony breathing. My one hand held the phone, still to my ear, and the other was buried between my legs.

“Ree, that was so Hot,” Tony was saying.

“I…” Why the hell is my phone vibrating?

“Ree?”

“Sweetheart…, I…, it’s just a daydream, Tony, not something I want,” I said softly, unsure of my own voice.

“Rita,” he said evenly, with conviction, “I’ve known for years that my Cumming on you got you off. It’s fucking Hot as hell when you’ve said that you’ve thought about it…, when we watch movies or play… I’d…, I’d really be okay with it, if you ever wanted to do that.”

My eyes finally focused and I looked a the phone for a second. What the hell is it telling me it’s 9 a.m. for? “Tony, I… I worry about myself, how I’d feel if I did something like that and you weren’t with me?”

I could hear his smile again. “You liked it, a lot as I recall, when…”

“That was… Tony, that was different. And you were there,” I objected.

“You like to tease, Rita, you revel in the power to stimulate, to bring a guy to that point. You’ve told me that. It excites and arouses you. You like that guys appreciate your body, that they want you, and that the thought of you, of having you, gets them hard. Having them cum for you, on you, that would be the ultimate arousal. To the point that you could Orgasm without even being touched.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he kept going.

“It gets you off, Babe, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, fine!” I responded with sharpness. “It does. But it’s different, Tony.” I took a breath and calmed myself. “It’s not the same as just showing my body, do you understand? Even today, letting this guy take pictures of me, of opening my legs… fuck, even being sure he could see I was excited…., hoping he could see my clit…. I wanted him to see my clit, Tony, to know how turned on I was to be showing him my whole body, my most intimate parts. That turns me on. Ohmigod, that turns me on!”

I took another breath and lowered my voice, slowed my rattling. “I…it’s another level of intimacy, Babe. I just… I shouldn’t cum for anyone but you,” I sighed.

Tony was calm. “You know I read Porn, look at naked women on the computer, right? I beat off, – not regularly, Ree, not because I Love them or don’t Love you. It’s just a physical release. It feels good.”

I smiled. I guess I was surprised — and not. We have Sex at least twice a week, often more, and I wondered why he’d need to beat off too. I’d have to ask, that was another conversation. Hmm, we could have Sex more often! Or I could beat him off. Oh!, in the car, or somewhere semi-public! Tony would stroke himself as we watched Porn, and sometimes when we were in bed, talking fantasy about other people, he’d be hard without my touch. I could give him ‘release’ as often as he wanted.

My phone buzzed again, 9:05 I noticed absently.

“Tony, I understand. But it’s not just a physical release in that sense. There’s a next step in the intimacy of letting myself Orgasm for another man. It’s something I can’t explain. I mean, if you were there, I could tell myself it was for you, with you, for us. But… no, I, I don’t think I could. I don’t know, Babe. I know you say you’re fine with it, but I’m not there. Not yet, maybe sometime, maybe never.”

“I think I get it,” he said, but I’m not sure he did, though I so appreciated his wisdom in not pushing.

“Thank you, my Love,” I said with honest, deep affection. Then the other part of my brain kicked in. The alarm! “Crap, I gotta go, Babe, I’m late for the morning sessions. I Love you,” I said springing to my feet only to discover that my legs were still wobbly.

“I Love you, too,” Tony responded with sincerity. “Have fun.”

I rolled my eyes. He wasn’t going to really let go. I did enjoy showing my body….. but Tony was wrong, Cumming on me was touching. Touching intimately, touching at another level. As was my Cumming for Tony or for anyone else. Maybe I could share that with him, but not without him. But suddenly I shuddered, the thought of it, of Roberto stroking next to me, of him or his friends shooting streams of cum on me….. I came without any warning.

On even more tired feeling legs, I made it to the bathroom and turned on the Hot water in the sink. As it warmed, I pulled my dress from the closet and tossed it on the bed. I’d decided last night what I’d be wearing, so no thought was involved.

I freshened up between my legs, sure I didn’t want to draw too much attention with the scent of the heat I had experienced over the last hour or so and knew, nevertheless, that I would be sans undergarments. The dress was a cute, lightweight summer frock, with an empire waist and an unlined halter top (I’d altered that as soon as I got it home from the store!), that reached to mid-thigh. The base was a very, very pale lavender with a print of various widely-spaced spring flowers. I topped this with a cropped, three-quarter sleeve open sweater in ochre, and stepped into green flats before grabbing my conference materials and name-badge and darting out the door. I was only fifteen minutes late for the first session.

I opened my curriculum guide for the session and laid it on the table in front of me after I’d found an open seat.

“Hi Rita,” came the whisper from next to me. I snapped my head around, startled.

“Um, oh!” I smiled. “Wisconsin, right?”

“Glad you remember,” Thom beamed. “Oversleep this morning?”

“No, actually I lost track of time. Thank goodness I set my alarm,” I responded as I tapped my phone.

“Good book, or one of the morning shows?” he asked politely. Neither of us seemed that interested in the topic being discussed.

“Yeah,” I said to him, a funny smile on my face, “it was definitely a morning show.” I suddenly felt very warm.

My phone vibrated just then as I had fortunately remembered to switch the sound off.

“be there this afternoon. Luv u” Tony’s message read. My heart danced!

“when” I sent back.

I had hoped Tony would make it, but even when I left he wasn’t sure, and hadn’t given me an answer last night when we spoke. Being away from the house and job with him was always special; I not only loved the guy madly but liked being with him.

“dinner. Pan o fun.”

“oops, plan”

I smiled, that made much more sense — ‘plan on fun.’ Not a dinner place called ‘pan o fun.’ Mmmm, it got another couple degrees warmer.

“Way ahead of you! no undies on right now” I typed.

Thom, sitting next to me coughed. I looked over and saw he was averting his gaze, pretending to be looking at his papers- and red in the face. I grinned — that’s what you get for reading other people’s phone.

“in clas??”

“*big-eyed emoji* just the flower dress and slippers” I set the phone down.

“Sorry,” I whispered to Thom. “I didn’t mean to disturb the class.”

He didn’t look over, “No, not a problem,” he mumbled.

After the break between sessions, Thom watched me approach while trying to not make it obvious. The light from all the windows in the hallway was still behind me and I knew he was seeing the shape of my body under the dress, and likely still wondering if I really was naked?

“That beach looks so amazing,” I said as I got to the table where he pulled out my seat for me, “I can’t wait for these sessions to be over so I can get out of this and onto the beach,” my eyes sparkling. “You going to get to the beach?”

He nodded in the affirmative, still holding my seat.

“Thank you, sir,” I smiled and slipped into the seat. Getting ready for the session to begin, I did pull the hem up past mid-thigh as I adjusted myself in the chair. Then I turned toward him as I reached back to grab my sweater, my chest aimed right at him. “They always keep these places so cool, don’t they?” I was plainly freezing.

Tony had said to have fun. Thoughts of this morning kept distracting me, and I enjoyed teasing this poor guy next to me. I did enjoy the tease, and the attention.

“why do you beat off?” I texted Tony, my thoughts anywhere but on the speaker in Atopic Dermatitis Updates. It was important, I knew, but was also fairly well versed in the subject. I wondered for the slightest second if Thom was looking at my typing again. Should I just ask him?

“it feels good” came the snappy answer a minute later.

“no, why????” I sent.

“do you want mor Sex?”

“do you want others?”

Thom was looking. I saw him look away when I glanced up. I set the phone down. Then picked it up after a minute. Nothing. I tried to listen to the speaker. Two more times I looked at the phone in the next five minutes. The last time I put it down I was perhaps a bit rough. Thom glanced at me and smiled sheepishly. Just as the session ended, my phone vibrated. I grabbed it and walked out without a word, leaving my things there. I walked to the end of the hallway, away from everyone, before I opened my phone to read the response.

“Rita, there is no one else and never will be! Id welcome more Sex — with YOU *emoji with pumping heart eyes* u r all I need, more than I ever dreamed of having whacking just feels good — and honest I don’t need to do it much, but, well sometimes… yes, I do look at other women, read Porn and porno moves on comp I do get roused but swear to gods that all I can think about is what its like with u, ur breasts, ur g8!! Pussy, urfab bod! Our thing- watching or heering it,gets me hard cuz its YOU I whack then cuz you, seeing you, thnking o being the guy with you, seeing you Hot and wet, smelling ur heat, the firy eyes,the little noises u make.. if not there, I whck cuz u mkae me Hot and ineed to, to release the tention, and its like a thankyou a proclamation of ur beauty and sexiness, a scream of god thanks for this woman *series of emojis with thumping hearts, hands clasped in prayers, bug-eyed, more thumping hearts, bugged eyed with tongue out*

The second message came in as I was reading the first.

“Al I ever want is for you to be happy and allow me to be your husband, lover, friend. If our thing is just for me, quit. If you are enjoying it as much as me, you seem to be, and you want to cum for a guy or have him cum on you, remember its about your happiness, your fun, and mine.anyone elese is just atoy for us, a plaything for our stimulation. I Love YOU, always and forever!!”

I had to blink a few times to clear my eyes. Tony’s texting wasn’t the best, but his sentiments came through loud and clear. If the fool thought I was just doing this for him…. I laughed, we’d had this talk a few times and first, he knew I was too independent minded just to do something he wanted if I didn’t want to, and second, I’d made it abundantly clear that I enjoyed the hell out of my exhibitionism! I loved the experiences and I loved, adored, sharing them with Tony. Naughty thoughts mingled with memories of this morning. As long as I got pleasure teasing guys, showing my body, well… I didn’t have any thought of stopping!

When I got back to the conference room, Thom was gone. Not a big deal, as the last session of the day was in a different room and I had to go too. As I suspected, the last session, Dermatological Examination of the Breasts and Genitalia, was in the largest conference room and was already filling up as I entered ten minutes prior to the start time. Oh, all these guys — the thought that maybe I should be a live model for the session had me grinning mischievously! I mean, after all, I just needed to slip off the dress to be ready…

Most of the front half on the large room was already teeming with docs, and the projection screen was already lowered from the ceiling as the person I assumed to be the moderator for the session was chatting with a few other people near the lectern. By the time he tapped the microphone a few times and said “1,2, 3..” to make sure everyone could hear him, every seat in the front three-quarters of the room was occupied. Tony was right, guys — all guys — just want to see the hidden treasures, the things they’re not supposed to see. I wondered how many examined female genitalia with any regularity? In my practice, either male or female, it was pretty rare.

For twenty minutes we saw slides of this and that breast; discolored, puckered, dimpled, various ‘spots’ of shades from little brown to black, followed where appropriate with pictures of the surgical biopsy excisions, and follow-ups of the healed breasts. Two were breast removals.

As a transition, the moderator reminded everyone about the need to be sensitive and to be mindful of privacy. And to be very mindful of lawsuits, having another person in the room –“a woman” — who can vouch for the professionalism of the exam and that the patient was fully informed and gave consent

I’ll not describe too much, but HPV and STDs manifest in some fairly funky looking things. If one does not do a through exam, like on the rest of the body, because of uneasiness or whatever, bad things can happen.

The man sitting to my left said half under his breath, “That’s why I send every woman who asks me to exam her down there to a gyno,” shaking his head. “Who’d want to stick their pole in…” he got out before the guy next to him nudged him and nodded in my direction. Jerk. Yet he sat in the course and saw every slide presented without turning away.