How my “now wife” but at the time gf [F] became addicted to exposing herself.

Hello there, I’m brand new to this. [M] 27 .

I opened up to some random dude online about all the fucked up shit my wife and I have been through from the past and it turned out fun and refreshing. So decided to share some of our experiences here.

Also I’m not a writer, so chill. ?

After dating my gf for 6ish months we get ourselves a small shitty flat in the town center where we live. With this new found freedom we start to go out hitting the town alot to the point it was very rare for us not to be out.

As you can imagine, me 19 and her just turned 18 we’re still in the honeymoon season and fucking like rabbits on crack. But as straight up fucking becomes the norm we begin exploring other options, fantasies and experiences. This leads to loads of random shit, that could be another story for another day.

What I want to talk about is the first time i demanded her to not wear panties before we went out. To provide a better picture she would usually wear one of two things, jeans and a crop top or a dress. It depended on the occasion but for my desire to mean anything she would have to wear a dress and so she did.

We go out and stop at our usual starting pub and we do get a slight sense she maybe just a tad over dressed but we don’t care and move on swiftly. Knowing she her pussy was open to the air was a turn on for me and we end up in one of the night clubs were we get pretty smashed and I’m routinely feeling her up, going for swift rubs of her inner thighs and ass. She sits on my knee at one of the corner benches in the low lit, strobing club my hand starts making its way though the layers of her flurry dress to slide my finger in her and start to finger her. She absolutely loves it, slowly rocking herself and creaming like fuck all the while looking as composed as anything on the surface. She makes a bit of a mess on my knee so we head home and have exceptional sex, she explained how amazing it was looking at people around her trying to look normal but edging close to orgasm. This was the beginning of just over a year long rollercoaster were the goal each weekend was to exceed the last and push us to new sexual heights.

This recipe stayed unchanged for the first month and it became clear our roles and the desires we had in the risk taking game of ours. My role was the boundary pusher and desire was (a) have the most access to her body as possible and (b) have her body tremble with fear and sexual pleasure. Her role was to be just another normal clubber who’s not allowed to say no. Her desire was (a) feeling naked or exposed around strangers and (b) turned on or sexual pleasured while looking or talking to strangers/people.

First major change in pace was her wardrobe, the usual style of dresses changed to shorter clubbing wear, skirts and body suits. So from being generally under the radar she’s being noticed and you can see it when she walks into a room. Both her and my confidence grows and with that so does the risk of being busted.

The main object tended to be get her to orgasm or squirt in public without anyone knowing. To start with its was rather easy, she was so turned on by the hole thing she would cum and squirt so quick but as she got used to her crowded environment it got harder, and meant it became harder for me to finger her discreetly so we started using remote vibrating toys.
Fun side note, the first night we used it I had it on a low vibration for a few hours getting her real hot and sweaty so when she got onto the dance floor of the club I maxed it out. She droped down to the floor and came hard, the toy shot out onto the floor and slid away to a corner. Me trying to avoid there being a scene I quickly lowered myself to lift her back up and as I do I feel what can only be described as if I’m pissing hard on my trainer , she’s squirting like fuck on my foot and floor, she continues to hold her squat position a little longer before letting me lift her back up. As the erratic strobe and flashing lights give you an momentary image of the dark environment I can see the tiled floor is just a uninterrupted sheen of what appear to be clear water. We find the toy and head home to talk over every details while having sex.

After many months of antics like this she turns to a love of taking to people and having at length convos while being pleasured. One event I recall well is her trying to have a detailed conversation with her managers wife in a club while she is sat on my thigh/knee. She had the remote vibrator going slowly and I managed to get my thumb in her, pushing the vib on her g spot I can feel her pussy squeeze hard on my thumb as she begins to orgasm. Suddenly she starts to laugh hard and loud at whatever was said between the two of them and my thumb is forced out and I can feel tiny mini squirts hit the back of my hand and wrist. She manages to maintain her posture and no red flags are raised.

Couple more months after that she starts wearing extremely revealing and slutty clothes. Imagine lace tops that you can quite clearly see her bare tits and so low cut that it reached her belly button and skirts that literally only just cover her ass cheeks. Were she can’t bend over or sit on a stool without exposing her pussy and ass for everyone to see as the dim clubs flashes with light. The new sexual height for her now is to be exposed as possible, looking like this she realises that she can’t move without guys stopping her talking to her holding her and randomly groped from all angles.

This hole concept came about when a group of guys managed to grab her tits and ass while I was in the toilet. When we got back home she only told me what happened then, she jumped onto of my cock and started riding me telling me every detail of what and how they touched her, how she felt and what could have happened. All this talk was so hot for me and I blew my load super quick. She saw I loved being told how people touched her.

That became to goal of her nights outs then, attract attention and recall everything happening around her. A good night for her was having her ass squeezed more times than she could count, her tits grabbed and clothes pulled and moved. And after each night of encounters she would take me home and while fucking or sucking me , she’d download me on the events of the night in detail. I could never stop but orgasm time and time again and she loved the power she had on me.

At its best or what I recall her saying that was hot as fuck was I guy who groped her ass but his fingers ran over her lips when she was wearing a tiny pink tartan skirt. The way she described this strangers wide, warm and rough finger running over her hole made her ooze with pleasure. The same guy tried two more times making swift reaching for her holes during the nightout, each time managing to get his fingers on her lips but no more. For an entire week every time we had sex she would talk about it in immense detail making me cum uncontrollably every time.

Everything good must come to an end though and one fatefully night she ended up unsurprisingly being assulted by two guys in a club. They cornered her in what can be described as a small corridor to an emergency exit kinda out of sight. The guy Infront of her held her hands forcing them down his trousers the best he could and the guy behind shouting all the orders had two fingers thrashing her pussy as fast as he could, no twisting could get her away from him grasp. As she starts creaming all over his hand he starts shouting and getting excited that shes getting wet to his mate who still has a tight grip on her wrists but now up above her head. He’s pulled down her strapless boob tube and now squeezing and slapping her tits all the while the guy behind hasn’t let up one second thrashing away. As her ass and pussy become almost numb from the relentless motion the front guy moves his hand down to find her clit and with only a couple swipes she blows. She yelps and squirts long hard pulses with the pressure of a garden hose, they two guys are presumed to be freaked out thinking she’s pissed herself so let her go a walk off leaving her slumped on the floor with her back up on the wall.

So she stayed there for 10minutes processing what happened and tidied herself up a bit and came upstairs to see me then in the 2nd floor of the club.
Her hair was roughed up and her top was stretched so much it didn’t stay on her, we talked and then left with her explaining all the events. By the time we got back to the flat she was joking about it but she could see I wasn’t happy with what happened at all. We agreed that we should take a step back from what we were doing.

We never did stuff like that again while we were out, bit of a shame cuz it was fun but clearly there are risks to her.

While having sex now she goes over some of the keys nights that stuck out for us including the fateful night it all ended. Hence why I have such great detail of the events that unfolded.

I feel guilty some times about the whole thing but that goes away when she’s riding me saying how she wished they never stopped and kept going.
Guess we like dirty talk just a little to much ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iecy7f/how_my_now_wife_but_at_the_time_gf_f_became