Exhibitionist. That’s Lynn, all right. Blonde and five-feet-six-inches tall with an eye-popping body that screams sex. We met at a party. Her sleeveless sapphire gown was floor-length with a waist-deep, plunging neckline. Her nipples were clearly outlined by the material. The back was slit up to mid-thigh, exposing her tan calves.

We started talking, and I learned that she was twenty-nine and, like me, still looking for that special someone. By the time she accepted my invitation to a nearby restaurant, we had established a nice rapport. We selected a cozy corner table, and over drinks our desire for each other heated up.

Afterward we strolled hand in hand on the beach under a full moon, the Pacific Ocean lapping at our bare feet. We stopped, and Lynn turned to look deep into my eyes. I tossed my shoes aside. She threw hers next to mine. We embraced, kissing passionately. Finally, she pushed me away, pulled my jacket off and tossed it over her shoulder. My shirt and t-shirt quickly followed. Her fingers ran lightly over the insides of my thighs as she tongued my nipples. I felt the blood descend into my loins and harden my penis. Sinking to her knees, she lowered my trousers to my ankles, then worked them around and off my feet.

“Who invented these things?” she said as she jerked my briefs down. “And who needs them? They hide too much!” She took me in her mouth, applying enough suction to make me moan loudly. When she sensed that I was close to coming, she stopped and stood up. I wasted no time in getting her dress off. When she stretched out on the sand at the water’s edge, the moon was bright enough for me to see that she was a natural blonde as she stretched out on the sand at water’s edge. “Put it in me, please,” she said. “I need it.” Rising to my knees, I brushed the sand from my erection, then slid deep inside her.

Her breathing quickened as I alternated between long, slow thrusts and short, rapid strokes. Suddenly I started to accelerate as my climax became inevitable. Lynn’s low moans changed to shrieks as I fired into her. We sat up and faced the ocean to watch the moon disappear over the horizon. I put my arms around Lynn and held her close.

“Joe,” Lynn said softly. “Did you know there was a couple watching us?”

“No.” My ears searched for sounds foreign to our surroundings. In the distance, a woman’s cry proclaimed her lover’s skills.

“Would you have made love to me if you had known?”

“Perhaps. Maybe not.”

“I wanted them to see us,” Lynn said. “It excites me, you know?”

I didn’t know what to say, but it was obvious that I would have to change my thinking about public sex if I wanted to keep this amazing woman. She wanted attention, and I wanted to help her get it. She moved in with me that morning, and a few days later, I stopped wearing underwear. Lynn assured me that my circumcised cock was as apparent through my pants as were her nipples through her blouse. She introduced me to nude beaches, and my tan lines soon disappeared.

A month later we went to Lake Tahoe for the weekend. We checked into our hotel room around three in the afternoon. Lynn spent a long time in the bathroom getting ready for the dinner show. When she emerged, she was wearing a white dress with a mid-thigh hemline. The upper portion consisted of two six-inch-wide strips of cloth that ran from the back at the waist over her shoulders and down to the waist in front. The sides of the skirt were slit to the middle of her hips. “Where did you get that?” I asked.

“I made it,” she replied. “This is the first chance I’ve had to wear it.”

We were seated side by side at a table for four in the dinner theater. The back of Lynn’s skirt fell away as she sat down, exposing the full length of her legs. Another couple, Mel and Arlene, were soon seated at our table. Both were conservatively attired. Mel’s eyes immediately locked onto Lynn’s cleavage. She made a point of shifting in her chair every few minutes to jiggle her breasts for him. Arlene noticed her husband’s attraction to Lynn and started to flirt with me.

After we ordered dinner, Arlene excused herself to go to the rest room. When she returned, she had her jacket over her arm. Her blouse was tucked tightly into her skirt and was unbuttoned to her waist. Her now bra-free breasts bounced with each step. Only when the house lights dimmed for the start of the show did Mel turn away from Lynn. Arlene turned toward the stage, putting her back to him. He was still unaware of his wife’s missing bra.

The show consisted of a comic followed by a male singer. Midway through his set, the singer asked for two ladies from the audience to join him onstage. Lynn started to get up, but I held her back as Arlene rose and ran down the aisle. I had seen his act before and knew what was coming.

The two women were seated on the stage floor, one on each side of the performer. After another song, the singer knelt and kissed each of the ladies. Arlene leaned forward to kiss him. Mel sucked in his breath along with the rest of our side of the audience as his wife’s blouse fell open, revealing an exquisitely large breast.

“Why did you go up there?” Mel asked his wife when she returned to the table.

“I was trying to get your attention. You were so busy drilling a hole in Lynn’s chest that you forgot I existed.” Arlene grinned. “It was exciting, too. I felt so naked when I took off my bra.”

“Why don’t we all go up to our room and have a you-show-me-yours-and-I’ll-show-you-mine party,” Lynn said.

“Let’s do it, Mel,” Arlene pleaded. “Please.” Mel gave his consent, although he was still taken aback by the bold actions of his conservative wife. The women excused themselves to visit the ladies’ room. Mel stared at their swinging hips as they walked away. “I don’t believe this,” he said. “Why do you let Lynn dress like that? I mean, it’s obvious she’s not wearing any underwear. She’s deliberately showing herself off.”

“She loves doing it, and I love her, just as you love Arlene, which is precisely why you’re agreeing now to her undressing in front of someone you just met. Since I met Lynn, I’ve learned to do a little showing off myself.”

The women returned, and we all headed for the elevator. We were the only people in the car as it ascended to our floor. Halfway up, Arlene announced that she couldn’t wait any longer and pulled her blouse open. Her breasts were about the same size as Lynn’s and just as firm. I started to get hard. “I like Joe’s reaction,” Arlene said as my bulge became visible. She reached around to fondle her husband’s groin. “And you’re responding nicely too.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Arlene made no move to cover her chest. “Aren’t you going to cover up?” Mel asked.

“What for?” his wife replied as she stepped out of the elevator.

“Yeah, what for?” Lynn said, pulling the top of her dress down.

As we started down the corridor, a middle-aged couple left their room, which was two doors down from ours. They spotted the bare-breasted women immediately. Arlene and Lynn chatted as though nothing unusual was occurring. The man’s mouth was hanging open in astonishment. Mel and I walked at a slow pace while Lynn and Arlene waited for us at our door. “Good evening,” I said cheerfully as we passed the couple.

Once in the room, Arlene and Mel embraced. “Thank you, darling,” she said. “I love you so much. You don’t know what this means to me.”

“What do you think, Mel?” Lynn asked. “Can you share your wife with other men?”

“I don’t want her fucking other guys, if that’s what you mean.”

“We’re talking about visual sharing,” I said.

“Were you born wearing a suit and tie?” Lynn asked. “Modesty is something you learn. Look at the woman you have. Look at those boobs. Even covered up, she’s beautiful. And she’s all yours. Be proud of what you have. Flaunt it, don’t hide it.” Lynn stood up and removed her dress. “This is all Joe’s. It’s his and only his, but there’s no reason I can’t show my body to other men.”

Lynn pushed me onto the bed. With practiced hands, she unbuckled my belt and took my pants down to my ankles. My cock stood straight up. “Arlene, look at this. Isn’t it lovely?”

“It’s beautiful,” Arlene sighed.

“Look all you want, but don’t touch. See, Mel, you guys have something we girls can be envious of. I’ll bet you wear tight briefs to hide your hard-on. That woman in the hall was gawking at Joe’s crotch because he has no need to hide his equipment.”

“Mel’s just as big,” Arlene said. Lynn calmly said, “Prove it.” Arlene took her husband’s pants and briefs off. She grabbed his cock and pumped it until it was fully erect. “Take your shirt off,” she ordered. “I want Lynn to see your big, hairy chest.” Mel quickly complied. I took my shirt off. Mel was definitely more hirsute. “Looks like I’m the winner,” Arlene cooed.

Lynn simply smiled. She opened her mouth and filled it with my cock. Without breaking her rhythm, she swung herself around and positioned her hairless pussy over my mouth. Hairless? No wonder she had spent so much time in the bathroom earlier.

I raised my head and went to work tonguing her clit. Her sweet juices flowed over my lips and dripped off my chin. Soon Mel’s and Arlene’s moans mingled with ours. The bed rocked once, then settled down to a rapid, metronomic bouncing. Lynn lifted herself up and turned to sit on my lap. I looked over and saw Mel atop Arlene, fucking her like mad. Lynn lowered herself and slipped me into her wet pussy.

We stayed still and watched Mel and Arlene until they came. Then Lynn started moving slowly up and down. I matched her rhythm. Gradually we picked up our pace until our toes curled and we had our own orgasms. She leaned over, pressing her mounds against my chest, and kissed me. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” I said. “And I love your bald pussy.”

Lynn smiled, and we turned our attention to our guests. Mel was seated in a chair. Arlene was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down between her husband’s legs. With a moan Mel shot his load into her mouth. Not a drop escaped her lips. She got up and sat in his lap and whispered in his ear.

“I must thank you,” Mel said to Lynn and me. “You’ve made a convert. Two converts, I should say.”