Pam and Zach's Art Display to Analog Format
Pam and Zach's Ongoing Adventures
A heads up - all characters are 21 or above. Though some elements are embellished, the events described in this story did indeed take place.
As you might've noticed, I've been writing most of our wild stories lately. Zach's not quite enthused, but I managed to talk him into typing some more. To be fair, he finds it enjoyable to read them, even if he doesn't like composing them. He also claimed that removing his inhibitions stimulates him if he stays away from writing for a while. Kind of like me, I guess. I'm pleased that he's willing to give it a shot again for now.
Pam's Craving — From Exhibitionism to Anal
I've been thinking a lot about my increasing urge to flash strangers lately. It's been fun, blasting the sprinkler and showering outdoors when nobody's around. I'm even fantasizing about doing naughty things in public theaters, just like how Zach and his friend Krystal did. Despite daily stripping in our vehicle, flaunting my body during canoe rides, or exposing myself in the shower before midnight on the deck, I feel like there's a need for more public nudity. Not that we don't have nude days, but I desire so much more. Aside from not being in the buff all the time at home, another conspicuous feature is the fact that Zach wears boxers. According to him, they keep his love seed from getting bruised while he drifts to sleep.
I realized I needed to discuss it with my husband, so I decided to bring it up one night. We had been watching TV when I headed to our bedroom, took off all my clothes, and strolled back into the living room. When I plunked down next to him, he gave me a dubious look and asked with a chuckle, "What's up, Pam? You and me gettin' it on tonight?"
I snuggled into him, took his hands, and confessed, "We gotta talk." A line every guy hates - I knew this would have his full attention.
"What is it? Not that I'd object, but why the sudden somber mood?" he asked.
"I've been desiring to be naked in public," I admitted, eight words that must've elicited a multitude of reactions in his mind. "While showering in the backyard the other week excited me. Then I thought about nude beaches, but found out there are none close to us. I tried researching naked yoga in our city, but it seems there's a health club in Philadelphia that does it. They've got separate classes for both men and women and mixed affairs. Being around naked girls in lockers was a part of my past life. I believe it's utterly natural for me to go naked in public, maybe beginning with the coed class. It sounds like a nice next step. If you're curious, healing isn't on the horizon."
Zach examined me, smiled before saying, "Of course, I'll be completely on board. But why would I be against that? As long as you're content and I can support you, it's cool. In case you're curious," he added, "I have only two concerns. What caused this hunger, and do I have to participate in any part of it with you?"
I rebutted, "Oh, don't worry, honey. This isn't an obligation; it's solely for me. No, you don't have to go with me."
Relieved, he said, "I understand. I always enjoy seeing my lovely lady when she's completely happy with herself and increasing her self-esteem."
I added, "Thanks. Listening to you reassures me. Leaving these insecurities behind and allowing myself to explore is important."
"Of course, Pammi. I'm proud of what we've accomplished. Our relationship's become incredibly stronger as we continue to learn about one another. If selfishness is deemed necessary, it can only enhance our connection. I understand, and it's only right that I'm here for you, no matter what it is," Zach explained.
I let out a sigh of relief that my desire made him more understanding, not disapproving. The positive reaction helped my worries disappear. "Thank you, Zach; I didn't think you'd be unsupportive, but it's nice to hear you accept it wholeheartedly. It's a large leap towards fulfilling this urge," I closed with a smile, aware that it was only the very first of many steps towards my exhibitionist desires.
As he took my hand, I was overwhelmed with love and admiration; his unquestioned support was priceless. "This is an unforgettable path," I mentioned, his reassurance making sure of its significance. It was like visualizing a life where nudity could relieve my insecurities, a picture I had in my mind for so long that it was now within reach. Could it be more perfect?
"It definitely will," he asserted, and the anticipation welled up in me. California-born and bred, Zach who's lived in Michigan for over a decade could finally see my thoughts taking tangible form in the world around me. "I'll always be your hubby, but also your hype man," he concluded with a chuckle. It was at this moment I knew he was right.
"Let's take it easy," Zach proposed. "How about I construct an outdoor shower for you on the patio? It wouldn't require much time, considering the laundry room and plumbing are both nearby. This way, you can get more accustomed to the idea of being naked outside in a comfortable environment. I wouldn't want you to back out of that yoga class due to nervousness. I genuinely want this for you."
I was so moved by Zach's suggestion that I embraced him tightly and kissed him.
"There's one more thing I'd like," I tentatively mentioned. "I would really appreciate it if you could place me in certain scenarios where either you or I would disrobe in an unexpected manner."
Zach pondered over my words, so I clarified my intentions.
"I'm saying I'd find it incredibly stimulating if you suddenly took off some or all of my clothes or asked me to do so. In a setting I didn't see coming."
Mere mention of it had me wet. I inserted my fingers between my legs and caressed my moist folds before brushing them against Zach's mouth. He accepted my hand, sucking my digits clean one by one. He gazed intently at me, guided my hands to his erection in his shorts, and murmured,
"I desperately want to make you cum right now."
"What are you waiting for? Just do it," I encouraged.
He led me to our "blowjob" chair and seated himself. He adjusted my position so my back faced him, then spread my feet apart and placed my hands by my sides. He circled my nipples with his fingers as he kissed and licked up and down my spine. I closed my eyes to keep my attention focused on the sensations unleashed by his touch.
He continued to manipulate my nipples until my legs started to weaken. My pussy yearned for his touch. I had difficulty standing still. Catching on to my impatience, Zach slipped two fingers deep into my moist folds. I moaned loudly, my vagina wetly responding to his probing.
"Touch yourself while I stimulate your nipples," he advised. I followed orders, pinching and pinching my own nipples. He reached around to caress my clit, and his tongue flicked between my ass cheeks, sends shivers down my spine. I wanted him to lick or eat me. However, I was quickly approaching orgasm, so Zach stopped. He then stood up behind me, removed his shorts before taking off his shirt, tossed both to the side. He placed his hands on my hips, propelled me backward, and sat down. He spread my legs wide apart, pulling me close to him as he sat on the chair. I reached back with both hands, felt his throbbing erection, and guided it into my eager pussy. I placed my hands on his knees and arched my back, aiming to accommodate as much of him as possible. His hands relocated to my nipples again, but this time, his grip was more forceful. With my pussy demanding, I ground against his penis.
I felt sweat roll down my neck as sweat trickled down my neck. Zach increased his thrusting to claim every inch of his penis in me. He groaned as he fucked me vigorously. I could hear him struggle for breath while slamming his cock into me. I was on the verge of cumming, but I didn't want it to stop. We were like two animals in heat. So raw. So untamed. I pinched my clit incessantly to the brink of orgasm, when the powerful thrust of pleasure washed over me. Although my legs nearly collapsed, I didn't stop. I sought more vulgarity.
"Fuck me in the butt," I demanded, accommodating his position by bending my knees.
I felt Zach's wet fingers penetrate my anus, loosening it for his penis. He withdrew from my pussy and with one jerky thrust, buried his cock in my backside, beginning to fuck me.
I rubbed my clitoris furiously. I wanted to cum again. I persevered. Rubbed by clit ferociously as he fucked me rapidly, his balls slapping my ass. I was so tightening. It been too long. I promised myself not to let it happen again. Finally, I shrieked as the second wave of pleasure raced through me. Zach wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off the ground as he felt himself come, filling my ass with his cum shot after shot.
He slid down into the chair, dragging me along with him. I was gasping for air too, as his chest moved heavily, trying to catch his breath. He was dripping in sweat. My hair was dripping wet. My chest was wet too. We were a sticky, satisfied heap of bodies. I tried to tighten my butt as I felt cum seeping out, but even that simple task was beyond me. Zach kissed my neck and hugged me tightly as we merged into one another.
In the end, we made it to the bathroom, rinsed off, and snuggled under the covers, both completely naked. Zach scooped me from behind and straightaway dozed off. Despite being exhausted, my mind was buzzing, envisioning what the coming weeks could hold. Wishing these unanticipated urges I voiced might actually happen and fearing I'd be sorry if they did.
