Am I an exhibitionist?

    My husband and I are no longer newlyweds. We've been married for about ten years, everything is fine with us. For some time now, my husband has been busy with his own business. We have more money, but I see him less. Due to his business, he started traveling to many nearby towns and settlements, and sometimes he would leave in the morning and only return the next morning or evening. Now we live in prosperity, we have two apartments: the old one, where we used to live, is up for sale, I sometimes go there now to water the flowers; we bought a new one not far from our previous one: it's large, tastefully furnished, next to a huge park. It's more of a forest than a park. Here, in the forest, there is

a sports complex, where students and schoolchildren from many universities and schools come to pass fitness tests – there are appropriate facilities for this, running paths with markers, and so on.

    An unexpected new trip by my husband threatened to turn into two months of separation for us, and we still hoped we might avoid it, but the expansion of his business sphere demanded it, and he never found anyone he could send for this purpose all the way to a neighboring country. And, as they say, one fine morning on one of those days, he left. He said he would call in the evenings.

    As soon as he left, I took a book and went down to the park. I went deeper into the forest, found a secluded log – a bench, took out the book, and began to pass the time until my workout. And so my days began to drag on.

    For about a week now, I had been coming to this log, reading, then strolling through the forest and going home, going to the gym, after the workout waiting for the evening to talk to my husband on the phone. Sometimes after such a conversation, I would drink something alcoholic, and off to bed. One of the following days, in the morning, a group of students filled the park: some were jogging laps, some were exercising on the horizontal bars – I was calmly reading on my log. I didn't pay particular attention to anyone, several large bushes separated me from the people. And suddenly I heard a branch crunch behind me.

    Turning around, I didn't see anything, and curiosity made me stand up a little. And then I saw him: a man about forty years old, who, trying to remain unnoticed, was looking with greedy eyes at the many young female students and…. masturbating his cock…. What happened to me at that moment, I probably can't describe. I somehow considered all such people to be freaks, both morally and psychologically… And here I look, well, a normal-looking man, but that wasn't the point. It's just that a wild sexual arousal ran through my body, which I did not expect from myself in such a situation. And not from the sight of the cock, although that was also somehow incomprehensibly pleasant – to look at a stranger's cock – but more from the thought that someone could masturbate like that to another girl, and, damn, in the end, I imagined it was to me,. .. Of course, a week without sex, and only with thoughts about it, might have played its role… I stood and watched spellbound, forgetting about the book, and, damn, I instantly became wet. The man didn't see me…

    The physical education class ended a few minutes later, and the students began gathering at the sports complex. The man put his cock back in his pants, and I quickly ducked back onto my bench.

    When I got home, I couldn't settle down from the excitement. I wanted to masturbate, I had never done it, but I thought if I did what my husband does to me, it would work out. I came so hard, as sometimes happens, but still slept poorly afterwards, dreaming of female students, the stranger's phallus.

    In the morning, I rushed headlong to the cherished log, but here disappointment awaited me, some fool was painting it, and as I understood, there was no physical education class that day. The weekend passed in agonizing sexual dissatisfaction, I tried not to show it (and especially my thoughts!) to my husband. After a while, even my head started working poorly. I was waiting for Monday.

    The man jerked sharply, started tucking his cock into his trousers and turned, and looked at me; our eyes met… An awkward pause arose…

    – Sorry, – he said barely audibly.

    – I'm here too… well, sort of… – I blurted out (idiot).

    – Really? – said the man.

    You could see he was surprised, and my answer instead of shouts of "Police! Help!" somewhat encouraged him, and from his "really?" I somehow strangely felt encouraged and relaxed too. I thought: "what if…"

    – Yeah… – I said a little more boldly.

    He turned his back to me and began making his way through the bushes in the opposite direction from me…

    – Wait, – I cried out, – don't go, my name is Vika…

    – Vladimir Petrovich, – he introduced himself, turning around, – you can just call me Volodya.

    He came up to me and asked:

    – Are you an exhibitionist too?

    – Most likely…. I haven't decided yet, but I've been watching you for the second time and it really excites me…

    – Really? – he replied to my half-confession.

    – I, well, I'd like to talk to you, (I didn't understand what was happening to me, but I so wanted to continue all this, I wanted the ending of all this to be exactly what the situation promised, in short, I myself didn't know what I wanted), but not here, let's go up to my place… My husband is on a business trip…

    His eyebrows rose in surprise.

    – Alright, since the bench here is out of commission, we can go up to your place.

    I decided to take him to our old apartment, just in case, the keys were on the same keyring as the new ones. We went up to my place. We drank tea and I frankly said that the thought of someone jerking off to me had literally become obsessive in these last days

    – Maybe that's not very good? Maybe I'm sick?

    – You know yourself, – he smirked, – what a sick person is, but tell me, what are these normal people?

    I couldn't believe I was participating in such a conversation.

    – Maybe we could help each other?

    No one needed persuading and we began discussing the details of how we would both behave here tomorrow, and quickly agreed.

    Volodya came to my apartment the next day, sat in an armchair, and I, having brought my white, short, silk robe from home, began walking around the house in it, cleaning, drinking tea, reading, paying no attention to him. And he sat and masturbated. The sensations I experienced, I had never felt before – I wanted to faint from excitement. Sometimes I started masturbating too, but I was shy, so I did it with my back turned to him. He would cum, usually, on the floor.

    I managed to cum this way on the first and second day, but on the third it didn't work out. I just sat opposite him in the robe without panties, legs slightly apart, and read a magazine, and watched TV. I tried to pleasure myself, but felt that today it wouldn't work, even though I was just as strongly aroused as had happened here before.

    By lunchtime, Volodya left for work…. The rest of the day passed in thoughts about all this.

    On the fourth day, Volodya couldn't come. I got angry and thought about stopping everything. But on the fifth day, the doorbell rang, and on the doorstep stood Volodya and two other men. I was confused: first, strange men, and second, I had bought myself a new robe specially for this, it was dark and transparent, like stockings, short, barely covering my butt, and I decided not to wear a bra or panties, but put on black high-heeled shoes.

    – It's okay, Vika, meet Igor and Zhenya, – Volodya introduced them to me, pushing them into my apartment, – they're with me.

    The front door slammed shut.

    Igor looked about the same age as Volodya, a man, about 45, pleasant-looking, and Zhenya was a bit older, also a pleasant, well-groomed man, but for some reason it seemed that in the matter of peeping at students in the park, he had "outdone" his friends.

    We went into the living room… I walked ahead and felt HOW their eyes were stripping me and this robe off. I started getting aroused, like on the first day when Volodya came here.

    They sat down. Volodya in his usual armchair, Igor in the opposite corner, and Zhenya, shifting from foot to foot a bit, finally sat on the leather sofa. And off it went…

I walked around the apartment, not noticing them, and they jerked off. From excitement, my mouth went dry and my hands shook, I went to the kitchen, came back with a glass of water, drank it and… took off the robe and removed my shoes. They groaned and started jerking off hard, making a movement in my direction. I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I sometimes rose on tiptoe, examining books on the upper shelves, and then took a chair, placed it next to the books, climbed onto it, stood on tiptoe, pretending I needed the farthest book. I got it. I got even more excited, knowing how they were watching my actions, touching their cocks. I began feverishly thinking of what else to do to drive them crazy. I thought of something. I reached for a pencil on the table, opening the book, as if I was going to work with the pencil and book, but the pencil "fell" and bounced off towards Volodya. I went over to pick it up, but it had rolled somewhat under the coffee table. I even had to get on all fours to reach it… Kneeling, tightly squeezing my legs, arching my back, exposing my charms to Zhenya, I tried to blow the dust off the pencil, flying away from the feeling of sluttiness filling my body. And then I saw semen starting to land next to me – it was Volodya cumming… The pencil ceased to exist for me… I began to examine the puddles of semen, and then slowly turned around and slowly lowered my face to the semen, stuck out my tongue and touched one of the puddles with it. I felt a pungent taste… The semen was still warm…. I began touching other puddles with my tongue. I had never tasted semen before, and I began to get drunk from its taste. I couldn't help myself… I stood up, turned my back to Volodya and looked at Igor and Zhenya… That's it, I thought, I can't take any more. I quickly headed towards Zhenya and pushed him onto his back. Then I climbed onto the sofa so that his head was between my legs, and lowered my crotch onto his face. Zhenya began either frantically licking my clitoris or penetrating my vagina with his tongue… My moans filled the apartment…. From monstrous excitement, I lost control, and from the cunnilingus of an experienced older man, I began to fly away – he did it completely differently, not at all like my husband, much, damn, more pleasant. I felt so good that I decided I had to thank the men, and thereby get even more pleasure myself. I turned 180 degrees and again sat on Zhenya's face with my pussy, and my head ended up opposite or rather above his cock…. I thought for a moment, maybe I should suck him? Or maybe just touch his cock with my lips? He continued to jerk it. I opened my mouth slightly and began slowly bringing my mouth closer to the stranger's cock. But I couldn't touch it. I removed his hand, and began examining the cock, which was twitching in front of my face. A moment later, I grew bolder and touched it with my finger, and then grasped the cock with my hand, and began jerking him off, and while jerking, I took it into my mouth. My saliva abundantly lubricated his cock… I looked, without releasing the cock from my mouth, at the stunned other two guys sitting in the armchairs, I beckoned them with my finger, indicating where to stand. They came over… I straightened up, continuing to sit on Zhenya's face, and jerk him off, and Igor and Volodya stood nearby, and jerked themselves off. I, without getting off Zhenya's face, turned to face them, braced my hands on the edge of the sofa and said:

    – Jerk off right in front of my face.

    They immediately started doing so.

    – Stroke my face.

    They obeyed. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of the occasion. An orgasm was about to hit – I was being licked. For about five minutes, I was flying away. Without opening my eyes, I felt cocks starting to be rubbed on my face, I didn't object. They began stroking my face with them, poking them into my cheeks, eyes, and lips. I made up my mind, and opened my mouth. Two cocks immediately tried to get in there. I gave each of them a portion of a blowjob, and again opened my mouth wide so they would start shoving two in. Zhenya licked and stroked my ass, after a few minutes started inserting a little finger into my ass. Before this, no one had approached my ass, so before his finger had even gone in halfway, I started to cum. I began pressing my pussy into his face, trying to impale my ass on the finger to gather all the sensations, moaning without shame, and then two cocks in my mouth started cumming simultaneously, filling me with semen to the brim, and, damn, a second wave, which never happens, of an equally powerful orgasm washed over me right then. They covered my mouth with a palm, and I had to swallow everything – I had no strength to resist. When the hand was removed from my mouth, I lowered my head and opened my eyes, and saw how the cock of Zhenya beneath me began to spill semen… He was cumming without any stimulation of his cock, probably from the situation, from overexcitement. I pressed my mouth to his cock and licked it clean of semen. The man was shaking from the orgasm, and he additionally shuddered from every touch of my tongue. I got off the sofa and swayed a little from the dull fatigue that washed over me after the two orgasms I had experienced…. Staggering, I picked up the robe, looked at them and said:

    – Until tomorrow, – and headed for the shower, – slam the door behind you. Oh, yes. My husband is coming back from his business trip in three days.

    Getting under the shower, I saw semen on my chest, gathered it with my finger and brought it to my tongue…. Through the noise of the water, I heard the front door slam…. I began rinsing my mouth, warm water began washing the semen of three men off me, but it could no longer wash away my sexual addiction, which I would now have to, and this was something I would have to figure out, somehow hide from my husband, but get.