Future of Porn

My name is Mindy Sparks and I’m no stranger to exhibitionism. I’m a twenty-year-old college student and I began exposing myself in public when I was a high school senior. Experts proclaim that exhibitionists will eventually feel comfortable showing off their body to total strangers. In addition, experts maintain that exhibitionists will reach a point where they no longer experience the nervous embarrassment associated with public nudity. I am yet to reach that point!

A certain comfort level does exist for me when I initiate the flashing and I have a handle on the situation. When I’m in control, I’m not necessarily nervous or embarrassed. In fact, I actually feel a rush of excitement. Conversely, if my public exposure is due to an accident or at the hands of someone else, I endure sensations of frustration and humiliation. Those sensations make me feel as if it’s the first time I’d ever bared my body to strangers.

Feelings of degradation were never so prevalent as they were when my Behavioral Studies teacher blackmailed me into becoming her personal sex slave. Miss Compton forced me to expose myself in public because she found out that I slept with my college professor to earn a high grade in Calculus. My Behavioral Studies teacher was compiling data for a research paper she was writing on people’s reactions to random public nudity and I became the primary focus of her study.

It was the last day of the semester and according to our agreement, Miss Compton’s reign as my master was supposed to end at midnight. Although being forced to show my tits, ass and pussy in public all semester was a distraction, I actually made straight A’s for the term. It was probably due to the fact that studying took my mind off Miss Compton’s wicked ways. Miss Compton offered to take me out and celebrate, so we opted for a popular nightspot.

Miss Compton and I went to a country bar that featured live music and a mechanical bull. We were dressed in short denim skirts, cotton blouses and little cowboy boots. We also wore bras and panties. Miss Compton had on a colorful plaid shirt while mine was plain white. I tied the bottom of my shirt just below my bra, leaving my flat tummy and bellybutton exposed.

My short blue jean skirt rode so low on my hips that it almost allowed the top of my butt crack to show. There was also the chance that a little bit of my auburn pussy hair was going to peek out in front. Since the current styles are moving away from such low-cut items, I wanted to get as much use out of the skirt as I could, so I wore it despite the fact that Miss Compton is always intent on exposing me in public.

Because of my history with this woman, I felt very uneasy throughout dinner. I was afraid my teacher would command me to perform one last act of exhibitionism. Dining with Miss Compton made me especially nervous because some of my friends hung out at this bar. However, the meal went off without a hitch and we were soon drinking and soaking up the atmosphere.

Miss Compton said that she hated for the semester to end because she enjoyed having me around as her personal sex slave. In view of the fact that having me as a slave brought her so much pleasure, I began to wonder if there was any reason for Miss Compton to cease her control over me as my master at midnight. I concluded that it would take more than Miss Compton’s word of honor to convince me that the sex slave arrangement would be terminated. I needed a plan to break free of my ties with Miss Compton forever.

As I sat there contemplating a plan of action, some of Miss Compton’s former students urged her to ride the mechanical bull. After a drink or two, she decided to submit to her students’ whims. When she climbed up onto the bull in that short denim skirt, the guys caught a glimpse of Miss Compton’s panties. It got the crowd excited and they started cheering when the bull began to buck and turn around.

Miss Compton enjoyed the attention she was getting from the collection of horny boys. She was so busy showing off that she probably didn’t even realize how much her big boobs were bouncing around under the flimsy bra she was wearing. The act of being pushed forward and then thrown backwards caused Miss Compton’s breasts to heave up and down. Her tantalizing titties bounced so much that a button on her shirt popped open.

The crowd got worked up into a frenzy when the spinning motion of the mechanical bull made Miss Compton’s big melons sway from side to side. The new direction caused a second button on her shirt to come undone. The bucking bull actually made three buttons pop open on Miss Compton’s tight shirt, revealing most of her skimpy see-through bra to the cluster of onlookers.

The operator of the bull began increasing the speed on the controller. He obviously wanted to see if he could get Miss Compton’s shirt to open up any further. Then again, since she only had a couple of buttons left on her shirt that were still fastened, he might have been trying to see if he could get Miss Compton’s bra to come apart.

The guys were wild with anticipation because it appeared that Miss Compton’s breasts were going to spill out of her delicate bra at any second. Unfortunately, the fast motion of the mechanical bull was too much for Miss Compton to handle and she was thrown off before anything else could come undone. When she hit the mat, she landed on her back with her legs in the air.

Miss Compton’s awkward fall caused her short skirt to escalate all the way up to her waist, completely divulging her scanty panties to the crowd. It was apparent that Miss Compton consumed a little too much alcohol throughout the evening because she just laid there laughing instead of scrambling to pull her skirt down. After treating her students to an extensive look at her lacy see-through undies, she stood up and slowly repositioned her skirt. However, she never bothered to button her shirt and her bra was still hanging out for everyone to see.

When Miss Compton returned to our table, she put her arms around me and said, “That was fun. You should try it.”

I said, “No thanks. In the super short skirt I’m wearing, I’m afraid I’d really show off my panties.”

Miss Compton said, “Well I’d like to see ‘em. I love looking at your cute little body.”

I laughed and said, “You’re drunk! Just sit down for a while.”

Miss Compton sat down next to me, but she put her hand on my thigh. She kept trying to slide her hand under my skirt, but I pushed it away. Miss Compton’s risqué performance on the bull got a lot of attention and many of the guys in the bar still had their eyes on her. This ultimately meant that they had their eyes on me, too. Miss Compton is very attractive for a thirty-five year old woman, so she deserved the attention. However, I still pushed her hand away because I didn’t want every guy in the bar to find out that I enjoy the touch of another woman.

Unfortunately, I guess I was also getting a little drunk myself because I was beginning to enjoy having Miss Compton caress my bare leg and it was becoming very difficult for me to resist her. Miss Compton smiled at me, so I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, which gave me an idea. If I was able to make love to Miss Compton, she would be as guilty as my Calculus Professor and then she would no longer be able to hold that incident over my head. Besides, in all of the while that I’ve known Miss Compton, this was the first time that I’d ever had feelings for her, so I decided to act on those feelings.

Just as I was about to suggest to Miss Compton that we should leave the bar and go somewhere a little more intimate, some of her students came up and asked her if she was going to enter the contest. We remembered seeing a sign upon entering the bar that read, “Bikini Oil Wrestling Tonight,” but we didn’t pay much attention to it. The guys were so excited about seeing Miss Compton’s bra and panties when she rode the mechanical bull that they begged her to enter the contest.

Miss Compton was obviously in a drunken state because it took very little coaxing to talk her into participating in the event. She challenged me to a match, but I brought to everyone’s attention that neither of us had a bikini. One of the guys talked to the bartender and he came over to tell us that most of the girls just wrestle in their underwear.

I was nervous about appearing center stage in my favorite bar wearing only my bra and panties, so I asked what the contest entailed. The bartender said that a large baby pool would be inflated and filled with an oil and water mixture. The object was to dunk your opponent in the liquid three times and the winner gets fifty dollars. I didn’t want to enter the contest, but Miss Compton reminded me that I was still under her control until midnight, so I reluctantly agreed to compete.

After a few more drinks, the employees finished filling the pool and the competition was about to begin. Miss Compton and I went into a changing room where other contestants were getting ready for their bouts. As I looked around at the roomful of naked young girls, I noticed that they were all putting on bikini swimming suits. I began to wonder if the bartender was telling the truth about having Miss Compton and I wrestle in our bra and panties because all of the other girls had a bikini to wear.

Miss Compton didn’t seem to mind because she quickly pulled off her cowboy boots. Next, she stood up in her bare feet, unzipped her short skirt and let it drop to the floor. Lastly, my teacher unfastened the few remaining buttons and removed her shirt. She was now ready to do battle. Miss Compton looked stunning in her see-through underwear. She didn’t look the least bit nervous, even though it was easy to see her round rosy nipples and dark hairy triangle right through her sheer bra and panties.

I followed Miss Compton’s lead and removed my clothes, too. I wished that I hadn’t worn such skimpy underwear, but my skirt was so low-cut that I was forced to wear a tiny pair of underpants. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I began to fear that I might lose my underwear during the bout. The thought horrified me because I didn’t want to be left standing in the middle of a crowded bar completely naked. Even with my underwear on, I still felt self-conscious because although my bra and panties were not as lucent as Miss Compton’s were, the shadow of my nipples and pussy hair were still visible under the thin white fabric.

As we waited, two girls came into the room and they were holding the tops of their bikinis. Apparently, they’d torn each other’s bikini tops off during their battle. This really made me fretful because there was a big crowd on hand.

We were the last contestants of the evening and as the MC announced our names, Miss Compton and I stepped into the baby pool. The crowd cheered frantically at the sight of our fragile underwear. I surveyed Miss Compton’s bra and panty set beneath the stage lights and I couldn’t believe what she was wearing in a public bar.

Miss Compton’s white bra and panty set were made of a thin lacy material and I could see her dark pussy hair showing right through the front of her skimpy undies. Her little underpants weren’t actually a thong style, but they were cut high in the back and much of the material was pushed up into her ass crack. This allowed most of her butt cheeks to hang out of the tiny panties. Miss Compton’s bra didn’t do much better of a job concealing her breasts. Her nipples were visible beneath the lacy fabric and she was showing a lot of cleavage.

My white bra and panties did a slightly better job of hiding my goodies than Miss Compton’s did. However, the little cotton undies I was wearing were cut so low that my butt crack and my auburn bush were peeking out above the waistband. The crowd could not see through my underwear, but the audience was charged up because they could tell that my thin white bra and panty set were going to become transparent once they got wet.

I looked at Miss Compton and I suddenly realized that she had quite a size advantage over me. I’m only five-foot-one, with medium sized natural breasts and reddish-brown hair. I have a cute and innocent look about me, and this no doubt had the crowd believing that I was the underdog. Miss Compton is probably five inches taller than I am, with big tits and long shapely legs. She has long brunette hair and a beautiful face, so the crowd seemed to be rooting for her.

As the match began I moved forward, but I slipped because of the oily surface that I was standing on. As I fell, I inadvertently grabbed Miss Compton’s panties and pulled them all the way down her legs. She was left standing there with her dark bush and firm butt exposed to the crowd. Miss Compton put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down into the cold wet liquid, causing me to lose round one. I stood up and tried to hand the little scrap of material back to her, but she tossed it aside and now she looked like she meant business.

Miss Compton sternly said, “Look what you did! You pulled my panties down and now everyone is staring at me. They can all see my ass and pussy!”

I said, “I’m really sorry.”

She said, “Not as sorry as you’re going to be. Two can play at this game!”

The front of my body was all wet and oily, and my underwear was soaked. The crowd could now see right through my bra and panties, but just about everyone opted to turn their attention towards Miss Compton because she was naked from the waist down. Even though the audience could clearly see my round rosy nipples and reddish-brown pussy hair showing through my saturated cotton underwear, Miss Compton’s brunette bush and bare butt were completely exposed to everyone in the bar, so she was receiving all of the fanfare.

At the start of round two, I decided that I would just dive into the oil and get the match over with as fast as possible, but Miss Compton grabbed me by the back of my bra and held me up. I was trying to struggle free, but as I moved away from Miss Compton, I could feel my bra start inching it’s way up over my breasts. I didn’t want to lose my bra, but no matter which way I moved, the bra kept sliding upward.

I begged, “Miss Compton, please let go. You’re pulling my bra up and my breasts are going to pop out in front of all these guys.”

Miss Compton just laughed and said, “You should have thought of that before you yanked down my panties!”

My bra was slowly climbing up, inch-by-inch. I was nervous because my bra slid up so far that my nipples were about to slip out. My face turned bright red because all of the boys were highly aware of what was happening.

I was mortified when the crowd started chanting, “Pull it off! Pull it off!”

Much to my dismay, Miss Compton managed to work my bra up a little higher and my breasts popped out, exposing my puffy pink nipples to the crowd. My bra was up above my breasts, but it was still holding me up. I couldn’t get loose from Miss Compton’s grip, so I grabbed her bra and retaliated by pulling hard. The flimsy material ripped right off Miss Compton’s body, leaving her big melons out in the open for the crowd to gawk at. She responded by breaking apart the clasp on my bra and pulling it free from my body. With my bra no longer supporting me, I splashed down into the greasy solution and I lost round two.

Miss Compton was winning, two to nothing, but she was now completely naked! As we faced each other in front of the huge crowd, she only had one thing on her mind…getting my panties off! At the start of the next round, Miss Compton went down on her knees and latched onto my little panties. I struggled in vain to hold them up, but she was pulling on them as hard as she could.

My level of embarrassment skyrocketed because I could now feel that most of my butt crack and my reddish-brown pussy hair were revealed to the crowd. I fought hard to hide my womanly charms from the boys, but Miss Compton was relentless in her effort to pull down my little underpants. The skimpy panties couldn’t hold up to our vicious game of tug-of-war. Soon the thin fabric gave way and my underpants were torn apart. I lost my panties, but I managed to win the round by jumping on top of Miss Compton and forcing her down into the oily solution. It must have been a remarkable sight having two naked girls lying on top of each other in a public bar, especially with my bare ass pointed upward for everyone to see.

Miss Compton and I stood up and we faced each other. Her nude figure looked exquisite as it glistened under the stage lights. When the next round started, Miss Compton and I had each other in a bear hug. Our oily breasts were pressed up against one another and I could feel her wet pussy hair rubbing against my skin, just above my hairy triangle.

The boys went wild as I spun around to get free, but she held her grip on me. Miss Compton was now behind me with her arms around my front, right below my breasts. I could feel Miss Compton’s big boobies rubbing against my back as I spread my legs for leverage, which gave all the boys a beaver shot in the process. With the boys standing only a few feet away, I couldn’t handle the humiliation of knowing that they had a clear view of my sweet pink pussy lips, so my legs buckled and I fell, butt first, into the oily liquid. The fall allowed Miss Compton to win the match.

Miss Compton and I immediately headed for the changing room, but the MC stopped us and made us stand in the middle of the pool. I tried holding one arm over my chest and the other between my legs in an attempt to hide my bare breasts and naked pussy. In retrospect, I don’t know why I was worried about it because everyone had already seen my nude body, but nevertheless I tried to look modest.

Miss Compton didn’t try to hide anything at all. She flaunted her big boobs and hairy triangle in front of everyone. The MC announced Miss Compton as the winner and held one of her hands in the air. Her naked body was totally exposed to the crowd and she just smiled and waved as if it didn’t bother her at all. Miss Compton took her fifty bucks and we were finally allowed to leave the pool area. The guys continued cheering as we headed towards the changing room because they could still look at our naked butts as we walked away.

When we returned to the changing room, we noticed that there wasn’t a shower. There was just a sink with a soap dispenser. Miss Compton ran the water and then she got her hands nice and soapy. I thought she was going to wash the oil off her own body, but instead she moved forward and began washing mine!

Miss Compton started with my breasts. She massaged my firm globes repeatedly before tenderly caressing my puffy pink nipples. They became hard and erect from her soft touch and my body began to tingle all over.

Soon Miss Compton paused and got her hands all soapy again, and then she turned her attention to my upper body. She washed my arms, sides and flat tummy before moving behind me and washing my back. Miss Compton spread suds all over my back and gave me a nice massage before moving down to my bare butt.

Now she was in an area that really turns me on. Miss Compton softly slid her soapy hands all over my ass cheeks, which tickled a little, but also got my juices flowing. Eventually, she moved her fingers to the center of my bare bottom and began gently caressing my sensitive butt crack. It felt so good that I bent forward and grabbed my ankles, giving Miss Compton full access to every inch of my naked butt.

Once again, Miss Compton soaped up her hands and then she washed the backs of my legs. She even washed my feet and between my toes before moving up the front of my legs. When she slowly slid her hands between my inner thighs, I got really excited because Miss Compton was now only inches away from my pussy!

Miss Compton kneeled down in front of me and rubbed the suds into my neatly trimmed auburn bush before finally running her fingers over my pussy lips. It felt so good that I wanted to collapse onto the floor, but just as she dipped her finger inside of me, she stopped and said that she needed to rinse the soap off. I was frustrated because the passion within me was starting to build, but I just stood there as my teacher wiped wet paper towels all over me to remove the soapy residue from my young naked body.

Just then, before me and my fellow voyeurs got over our initial shock at Beth’s accidental exposure and could really concentrate on her charms, the nurse noticed that the door was ajar and quickly shut it. You could almost hear a moan of disappointment sweep through the waiting room. The other men, like little boys caught peeking in the girl’s locker room, guiltily picked up their magazines and pretended to be interested in them. But I knew that their hearts’ were in the examination room with my wife, imagining her just on the other side of the door, unclothed, mother naked, bare-assed, in the raw, au natural, in…, well, you get the picture.

It had been sort of thrilling to have my wife exposed in front of other men, but it was also humiliating; and I felt that I’d had enough excitement for one day. I hoped that Beth would remain hidden for the rest of the exam, but I couldn’t forget the parade of nude men being led to the bathroom. I convinced myself that the nurse would make an exception to the normal routine for a woman, especially an attractive one, and that Beth would at least be permitted to do her urine sample in the privacy of the examination room.

Time passed, and I was just starting to have faith in my new theory when the door to Beth’s room opened and the nurse emerged, followed by my very naked wife. She was holding the paper drape to her bosom, which covered her front from boobs to mid-thigh, and left her sides and back entirely bare. Fortunately the toilet was right next to the exam room, so she wouldn’t be exposed for long; but Beth was now in the waiting room itself, a room filled with fully clothed people, and she was wearing her birthday suit! The nurse held the bathroom door open and Beth scurried inside, mooning the room.

The door was closed behind her but then the nurse, remembering some other duty, cracked it open and instructed Beth: When you’re finished Mrs. Harris, leave your specimen on the reception desk and return to your room.” She shut the door again quickly, but not before some of us had a brief but shocking view of my wife sitting nakedly on the toilet bowl, the drape propped against the wall.

The indignities keep piling up, I thought; though I don’t believe that Beth was aware of this latest peep we had had. And now she would have to walk back to her room unescorted and unclothed. The waiting room had gotten very quiet in anticipation of the coming show. So quiet, in fact, that we could presently hear a soft splashing noise emanating from the bathroom; the very intimate sound of my wife peeing. The sound conjured up the obscene image of piss squirting from between the hairy lips of a woman’s cunt; and it contrasted sharply with the dignified appearance Beth had made when she sat demurely in her business suit, only 15 minutes ago.

The sound trickled off, so to speak, followed by a loud flushing noise. The bathroom door opened and Beth strode purposefully to the reception desk, barefoot all over. She held the drape against her chest with one hand, the other hand carefully holding the cup of her steaming urine for all to see. I noticed that my wife’s cheeks were blushing hotly as she avoided the sea of eyes focused on her nudity. As she leaned forward to place the sample on the counter, the drape fell away from her lower body, giving everyone a surprise peek at her dark pubic thatch. Turning quickly, Beth hurried back to the safety of her room; her naked ass cheeks jiggling lewdly.

All doors were now safely shut; and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. As I re-played in my mind the incredibly erotic scenes we had just witnessed, I became aware of a pressing need to adjust my underwear. I had a monster erection. While re-adjusting myself as discretely as possible, I glanced around the room and noticed some of the other men similarly occupied. The thought of all these men’s’ pricks stiffening as they watched my woman wave her bare fanny at them sent a new thrill through me. I was starting to genuinely enjoy this experience; my shame and embarrassment mixing with a desire to show off my lovely wife. I found myself looking forward to her exposure with a sense of anticipation.

A few minutes passed and the nurse popped out of a room and called in her powerful voice, “Victor, EKG in room 1 “. The small, white-coated man with the pencil-thin moustache emerged from the rear, pushing a cart with the electrocardiogram machine on it. He stopped at in front of Beth’s door. The nurse came and, without bothering to knock, opened the door wide to allow him and his cart to enter. Everyone in the room could now look in and see my wife sitting on the examination table in the altogether.

Her hands were at her sides, flat on the table, her smooth legs dangled over the edge of the table, bare feet swinging just above the floor. Beth’s big titties, capped by her lovely pink nipples, pointed straight at us like a pair of headlights with their high beams on. All too soon cart, technician and nurse were inside and the door was shut, blocking out this latest vision of naked beauty. In less than a minute the nurse came out, giving us just a second to peek in and see Beth stretched out flat on her back on the table. The drape had been placed across her hips, covering her genitalia from the tech’s view. He was busily attaching the leads from the machine to her chest, his eyes free to roam over her bare breasts, so blatantly on display.

Now I had the uncomfortable experience of having to sit helplessly on the wrong side of a door; knowing that just on the other side, hidden from my site, my wife was lying stretched out, mostly naked, in the presence of a male technician. It felt like Beth was being unfaithful to me, showing her body, in private, to another man. I had to sit with this unsettling image in my mind for several minutes while the test was proceeding.

Finally the door opened and Mr. Pencil-moustache began pushing the cumbersome cart through the doorway, past which I could now see Beth sitting up on the table with her legs flat out in front of her. She was using a tissue to wipe the spots of gel off her chest where the leads had been attached, her boobs bouncing with her efforts.

Suddenly the front corner of the cart struck the doorframe, causing the device to turn and jam in the doorway with a noisy clatter. The tech was struggling clumsily to free it when a man sitting near the door leaped to his feet and rushed over to help. This quick thinking opportunist now stood right in the doorway of the exam room, staring inside while shaking the cart to free it. By now Beth had slipped off the table and was standing in front of it, minus her drape. She looked towards the door to see what the commotion was about and was startled to meet the gaze of the Good Samaritan as he ogled her nakedness. She was so unnerved at his blatant leering that she just stood there dumbly, forgetting to cover herself as he feasted his eyes on her uncovered femininity.

Then the cart was free and thru the door, which the technician quickly pulled shut behind him, allowing me to forgive him a little for being alone with my wife a few moments ago. The noble helper returned to his seat, looking very pleased with himself. I glared at him for a while, and then realized how futile it was. I had to resign myself to the fact that my wife’s modesty was, and would continue to be compromised, until her exam was over and she could put her clothes on again.

Finally, Dr. Shiffman himself came walking up to the exam room door and, after giving a polite knock, entered. The brief glimpse I had was of Beth sitting again on the examination table, the paper drape held demurely in front of her, only her bare sides showing. “Hello Elizabeth. How have you been?” I heard the doctor say before the door shut behind him.

I found myself relaxing a little, knowing that now only the doctor was in the room with my Beth. Even though he was fully dressed, including jacket and tie, and she was sitting there without a stitch on; they were doctor and patient, thus making the situation socially acceptable. I was aware of how my perspective had changed since this morning, when the idea of a male doctor seeing my unclothed wife had excited me terribly. Now I was almost relieved that only he could see her; as opposed to a roomful of people and other office personnel.

Soon the blue-clad nurse came down the hall and entered the exam room again for some purpose, exiting a few minutes later; giving 2 more quick peeks to a by now very attentive and appreciative audience. Our first view was of Beth sitting up very straight and very naked, no drape, on the edge of the table. The doctor stood to her side with one hand on her bare shoulder, pressing the stethoscope to her back with his other hand. He listened intently as she breathed deeply in and out, her full mounds rising and falling with each breath. We had a wonderfully clear view of my wife’s bare breasts, capped by her pale, pink areolas and proud reddish nipples.

Even though I have seen Beth’s tits countless times; they have never seemed more erotic to me. Having her twin lovelies on display in front of so many males was almost painfully erotic.

View #2, as the nurse exited, was very different but just as exciting. Beth was now stretched out on her back again, Dr. Shiffman standing over her, palpating her abdomen. As he moved his hands lower over her tummy, his thick fingers pressed the white flesh just above her growth of brown pubic hair, sprouting thickly at the bottom of her bare belly. As the door closed again, I quickly glanced around the room, realizing that all these men had just seen my wife’s pubes. I felt like I was sharing my wife’s intimate secrets with the entire world and, to tell the truth, the feeling was mind-blowing.

In a few minutes a new figure entered the office and approached the reception desk. He was a large, chubby man with a round pink face and the overly friendly manner of a salesman. It turned out he was a representative from a pharmaceuticals firm. The receptionist exchanged greetings with him, he was obviously a regular visitor, and then I heard her tell him “We’re very busy right now John, but I’ll see what I can do”. With that she got up, walked over to the door of exam room #1, knocked briefly, and stuck her head in the door. I could not hear what she was saying or the doctor’s response, and her body blocked anyone from seeing into the room this time. She then pulled her head back and closed the door behind her, keeping her hand on the doorknob. Turning to the salesman she said “The doctor is too busy today to see you in his office. He is with a patient now, but since you say you only have a few questions for him, you can go in for a few minutes only. Please be brief.” With that she opened the door wide and he marched right in. What he saw, however, must have shocked him as much as it did me and all my fellow onlookers.

Beth was bending over the table, her naked rump facing the door. Her long, sturdy legs were spread wide, her upper body resting on her folded arms on the padded exam table. The doctor was grasping one full cheek of her ample behind and pulled it to one side, exposing Beth’s puffy, red asshole to our astonished eyes. The last thing we saw as the door slowly closed was Dr. Shiffman sliding his thick, greased finger into my wife’s slowly parting anus, her hairy pudenda also visible between her spread legs.

I sat there stunned, shaking with excitement and mortification. As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have my wife so obscenely exposed to a roomful of men; the sleazy salesman had somehow talked his way into Beth’s exam room and was, at this very moment, watching the doctor fingering her brown eye.

The indignity and inappropriateness of it all angered me to the point of getting to my feet to protest to the dumb, blonde receptionist. Then I realized that making a scene might result in another door opening and further exposures. Steaming, I sat back down, trying to imagine the scene inside the exam room.

I couldn’t stop myself from conjuring up the most obscene visions. I pictured the salesman lustily watching Beth’s distended anal ring tightly gripping Dr. Shiffman’s intruding finger. I thought about how my wife’s anus, her most secret spot, was a secret no longer. But the most painful feeling was one of being shut out, knowing that two other men were getting to see Beth’s shame and exposure and I wasn’t!

A wave of guilt hit me and I realized what a selfish shit I was being. Here was my wife, going thru a long and degrading experience, and all I could think about was my own injured pride and lewd fantasies. She was the one who actually had to endure being naked and vulnerable in front of all these fully clothes people, most of them men. I could only imagine how hard that must be for a woman of Beth’s age and modesty.

I could picture her in the room now, huddled up with the skimpy drape clutched tightly to her bare body; trying to hide her nudity from the fat drug salesman, mortified at the thought of how much of her he had already seen.

I could not have been more wrong!

The nurse, who had been out of sight for a while, came out of a back room and up to the front desk, where the receptionist informed her of the salesman’s’ presence. A look of shock passed over her face and then, bless her, she laced into the air-headed blonde. “You’re never to allow anyone except a medical professional into a room while a patient is being examined, NEVER!” “But he is in the medical field”, she protested weakly. “He’s just a salesman” the nurse shot back as she turned to oust the intruder from the exam room. When she opened the door however, the scene that greeted our eyes was not the one I had visualized.

Dr. Shiffman had his back to the table and was talking to the salesman, who was trying to carry on his part of the conversation while stealing glances over the doctor’s shoulder at my naked wife. Instead of being huddled up in shame however, as I had imagined, she was in a very different pose.

My normally reserved wife was sitting buck naked on the padded table, leaning slightly back, supported on her straight arms, hips thrust forward; glaring defiantly at the two clothed men. Her legs were open a little and as I watched, she slowly and deliberately spread them until they were as wide as her sitting position would allow! As her smooth thighs parted, her vagina opened like a pink clam in the center of her dark pubic bush.

The chubby salesman’s mouth opened in dumb shock at the sight of Beth’s brazen exposure. In a daze myself, I stared in wonder at my glorious wife, naked as God made her, her large breasts hanging free, her vulva openly displayed for whoever cared to look. There was a look of contempt in her eyes as she provocatively challenged the salesman to inspect her nudity.

The nurse broke the erotic spell by quickly hustling the now red-faced and sweating salesman out of the exam room. As she shut the door behind her, we got one last look at Beth’s startlingly exposed pudenda, her pink cunt lips glistening within their soft, hairy nest.

As the shaken drug salesman beat a hasty retreat from the office, I could hear my wife quietly but forcefully berating the doctor for permitting the intrusion. Beth’s normally quiet demeanor could be deceiving; she was a tiger when given enough provocation. Now I could faintly hear the doctor apologizing, trying to explain that examining a woman is so routine for him, he sometimes forgets the importance of a patient’s right to privacy. Soon the doctor exited the room, closing the door so quickly behind him that we only had a brief flash of bare flesh.

I was overcome with a feeling of enormous pride for my wife. She was quite capable of standing up for herself when she felt she was being treated shabbily. She was brave enough to go with the program here and walk in front of the men in the waiting room nearly nude. She was modest but not to the point of timidity. And she was proud enough of her body to be able to flaunt it openly in order to intimidate a leering male.

Despite the evidence to the contrary she had just given everyone in sight, she had balls!

I assumed that now her physical was over, but one more treat was in store for me and my comrades, my ‘band of brothers’. I was starting to view the as faithful companions, since they stuck by me in the waiting room even after their own exams were finished. Those accompanied by wives or girlfriends would leave at the appropriate time; but those answering to no man, or woman, would linger indefinitely.

As if to reward them for their patience, here came the nurse again and stuck her head in Beth’s door. “We need to get a chest x-ray and then we’re done, Elizabeth. You can slip on your shoes if you want, and then I’ll take you down the hall”. She pulled the door closed for about 10 seconds to give her some privacy, and then opened it again, cheerily inquiring “Ready?”

Beth had one shoe on, and was daintily stepping into the second when the door opened. She was exposed to all in a particularly sexy pose; leaning slightly forward with her leg extended, working her bare foot into her shoe, her twin lovelies hanging down, her teats pointing at the floor.

Then, as the nurse held the door for her, she strode boldly thru it and into the waiting room, wearing only her shoes. She had forgotten her drape!

Apparently the upsetting incident with the salesman, the suddenness of the nurse’s instructions, and just growing accustomed to having no clothes on resulted in Beth simply forgetting to cover up before appearing in public.

The result, of course, was that the waiting room crowd was treated to the ‘Full Monty’. My 42 year old wife was wearing only her low-heeled black pumps as she paraded naked in front of us, tits wobbling and brown bush shamelessly displayed between her legs. As she turned and headed down the corridor, flashing her bare tushy at the roomful of men, the surprised nurse fell into step beside her.

It was an arresting sight to watch the two women walk down the hall side by side; the one naked except for her shoes, her buttocks wagging obscenely with each step; the other fully dressed in blue scrubs and sneakers, her attire highlighting the nudity of her companion.

They were halfway down the corridor when Beth suddenly stopped, her knees came together, and her ass cheeks clenched tight. She had just realized that she was totally bare. She leaned over and whispered hurriedly to the nurse, who must have said something like “we’re almost there”. Then they continued walking, Beth a little more hesitantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest to both hide and support her bouncing boobs, now acutely aware of her exposed state.

When they reached the x-ray cubicle at the end of the hallway the technician stepped out to meet them. Standing in front of the two women, his eyes widened at the sight of Beth wearing only her shoes, arms crossed over her full titties, her belly and muff open to his gaze. After feasting his eyes on her for a moment, he ushered her into the cubicle and had her stand facing the machine. This gave those of us in the waiting room that could see down the hall a side view of her. She was made to stand erect in her heels and press her big breasts against the x-ray plate. Her hands were placed on her bare hips and she hunched her shoulders forward for her pictures. The tech then pulled a heavy curtain across the opening, hiding her from view.

The x-ray was quickly taken, the curtain flung back, and the nurse immediately covered my unclad wife with a new drape. After whispering some instructions, the nurse left for other business, leaving Beth to return to her exam room unescorted.

Beth now walked alone down the corridor towards her waiting audience. She looked for all the world like a fashion model strutting down the runway. Her shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as the white drape, complimenting her bare legs and shoulders, seemed like some daring new fashion. As she swung past the crowd in the waiting room and reached for the doorknob, one corner of the drape dropped down, exposing one beautiful breast and nipple.