Hi everyone, my name is Becky and I'm married to Craig. Our story is a joint effort which we hope you'll enjoy. We're both in our late twenties and I think make an attractive couple. Craig is almost 6 feet tall, slim and athletic, has a thick 7 inch cock, which he keeps smoothly shaved. I'm 5 feet 6 inches tall, have a nice toned figure, firm 34dd tits, pert bum and shapely legs. Like Craig I'm smooth, shaving my cunt almost every day. I'm a natural redhead, my skin pale and freckled, My perky light pink nipples are very sensitive, easily aroused and more often than not poke out noticeably. It embarrassed me at one time, but with Craigs encouragement, I went topless on holiday. I enjoyed the freedom and the warmth of the sun on my naked tits. I had to be careful not to burn, which gave me the excuse to frequently rub sun screen on to my skin, paying particular attention to my tits and nipples, particularly if guys were watching. Craig didn't miss what I was doing and I admitted that I got a thrill being watched. Not long after we returned he persuaded me to wear tops and blouses, made of thin or transparent material on nights out. Initially I wore a lacy bra, then over a period of months as I got more daring, began going out braless. Wearing a transparent top, usually under a little jacket, knowing that my tits were visible each I time I let it fall open was more of a turn on than being topless on the beach. . I discovered I had an exhibitionist streak, enjoyed exposing my tits, though I always wore a jacket or coat, allowing us to select, when, where and who I showed my tits to. I liked Craig telling me when to flash, watching me and the reaction of guys who noticed, particularly when we went shopping. See through tops, flashing my tits in the supermarket, garden centres and places was good fun. It was all part of the the sexual experimentation which had started before we married. Watching each other masturbating, videoing ourselves fucking or me using my vibrators and dildos. We tried different positions. Had sex outdoors, always on the lookout for unusual places to fuck. In a compartment on an old style steam train without corridors and slowly floating down a river in a row boat spring to mind. They were particularly memorable because on both occasions we were seen which I found a turn on. A while after we married Craig asked if I'd like to try Anal sex. He'd stuck a finger up my bum several times while we fucked, which I quite liked and I'd done the same to him, while tossing or sucking him off. I thought about it before telling him I was up for trying with two conditions. One, he used plenty of anal lube. Which he immediately agreed too. Two, that if he was going to fuck my arse, I wanted to buy a strap on and fuck his arse in return. Somewhat to my surprise he agreed to that without any hesitation. The next day was Saturday and we went out and bought a strap on harness, two dildos, one about 6” and thin, the other longer and thicker, to attach to it. Cleaner, anal lube for us both to use and on the recommendation of the guy who served us an anal douche to keep things hygienic. That evening I went to the bathroom first. I showered, shaved my pussy, washed my body, leaving my bum soapy, to help ease the nozzle up my arse. Though we'd seen each other pissing, I had no desire to be watched, or watch Craig, while we flushed our rectums. When I finished I cleaned the douche and called Craig. While he was in the bathroom I put on the harness, adjusting the straps between my legs. I attached the smaller dildo then stood in front of the mirror, wanking it like a guy, ensuring the movement wasn't uncomfortable. The plastic prick was quite realistic and it made me feel horny, looking at myself. Half man, stroking my cock with one hand, half women, caressing my tits, and playing with my hard nipples with the other hand. When Craig walked in a few minutes later I was still wanking my cock, pressing it against my clit and close to cumming. He stood watching me “wank”, stroking his stiffening cock. I recalled the times I'd sucked his prick, beckoned him over and told him to get on his knees and suck my cock. Grinning, he dropped to his knees in front of me, opened his mouth and began to suck the dildo. I held the base against my cunt, gently rocking, pushing it in and out of his mouth until I climaxed. I sat on the bed, while I calmed down, suggesting that seeing as I already had the harness on I wanted to fuck his arse first and he should get his anus lubed ready for a good hard fucking. I laid it on a bit, while he pushed a lubricated finger up his bum and around his anus. He said he was ready, knelt on the bed, spreading his bum cheeks while I lubed the dildo and for good measure, squirted some more lube up his bum. Positioned behind him, I pressed the slim dildo against his bum hole. The tip opened him and the rest slid in with relative ease. While I fucked his arse, he wanked his cock, I held his balls, I pinched his shaft, warning him not to cum whenever I thought he was close. I orgasmed, ramming my plastic cock up his arse. I immediately pulled out, removed the strap-on harness as quickly as I could, turned on all fours. Legs apart I told him to lubricate my bum and his cock and fuck my arse. Easier said than done. Craigs cock was larger than the dildo I'd used to fuck him and it took several, sometimes painful, minutes before he penetrated me. Once he was inside my bum the pain largely abated. I frigged my clit, which took my mind off the occasional discomfort. By the time he was close to ejaculating I was pushing back, taking his length deep in my arse, climaxing when I felt his cock pulsing in my tight hole as he came, pumping his spunk in my back passage. Despite the initial pain I found the experience pleasant enough for me not to give up. After a few weeks I was taking his cock easily and he'd graduated to the second longer, thicker dildo. We added other things, playing out fantasies. I gave him a dildo to suck and he imagined he was sucking a guys cock while I fucked his arse. While he fucked me he'd insert a dildo or vibe in my cunt or arse and I'd imagine I was being DP'd. The sensation of a cock in one hole a toy in the other was guaranteed to make me cum at least once and often two or three times. It was probably a natural progression to try bondage. Whilst I secured him and rode his cock a few times I soon found that I much preferred being the submissive one. Craig started tying me, usually spreadeagled either on my back or face down on the bed, or bent over the dining room table, before fucking me. I enjoyed being helpless, submitting to him while he chose which hole he wanted to use. More often than not he'd fuck my cunt. Sometimes he'd use my mouth and I eagerly sucked and deepthroated his hard cock, something I'd practised and mastered before we married. More rarely he'd lubricate my anus, insert a buzzing vibrator in my cunt to stimulate me and fuck my arse. I really got off on it, had some really intense orgasms. It wasn't just being tied up, it was the domination and submission. Our interest in bondage increased with me almost exclusively being the one who was bound. About this time last year we were watching some BDSM videos, looking for ideas. We'd noticed that piercings, both male and female, seemed popular and looked into it, did lots of research before going ahead, arranging for us both to have piercings. We left it until after New Year, and booked to have it done at the same time so we would heal together. I had my nipples pierced, a vertical clit piercing and four rings through my labia, either side of my fuck hole in two visits. Craig had a pubic piercing where his cock joins his body and four in a ladder on the underside of his shaft. It seemed a long wait while we healed, but when he fucked me for the first time it was worth it. His cock piercing, combined with my piercing, rubbing my clitoris felt incredible. The sensation of his ladder barbells as he slid his cock in and out of my cunt was nice and added to my pleasure. I climaxed three times before he shot his load inside me. Over the following weeks we experimented with bondage, pushing our boundaries a little further each time, moving on from just being spreadeagled to binding my arms to my thighs or wrists to my ankles. Unable to move Craig could fuck or toy any of my willing holes. We decided that in order to enhance our games we needed to purchase some proper restraints and bondage gear and decided to visit the sex shop in a city about twenty miles away, which up until then we used to purchase vibrators, dildos and other toys. Although it was mid May it was cool. As a compromise to please Craig I wore jeans, with a sheer fitted blouse which moulded to my body, revealing my braless tits, my pierced nipples, now with thicker larger rings, clearly visible. Over the top I put on a short plaid coat to keep warm. The helpful owner of the shop was more than happy to allow me to remove my coat while we browsed. It wasn't long before my nipples were hard, poking out as I got excited by the other customers looking at me. The owner came over to help, we explained what we were interested in, he advised and explained what things were and how to use them when we weren't sure. We eventually selected leg spreaders, ankle and wrist cuffs, bondage rope and chains. I went to look at the clothing and footwear, admiring some Faux suede stretch thigh high boots and a very short, faux leather, studded fetish mini skirt, zipped up the front. Craig said he'd buy them if I tried them on and modelled them for him and the other customers. As I found my size, he spoke to the owner. I walked over to them carrying the boots and skirt. Craig told me to leave the changing room curtains open while I undressed. The owner confirmed it was fine with him, the other customers who were mostly men, wouldn't complain, assuring me that he'd had other women who liked to be watched while they changed, adding that some had stripped naked. I looked at Craig, he smiled, and mouthed that he wanted me to strip completely. Reassured, excited by the prospect of being watched I walked to the cubicle. The cubicle was at the far end of the shop, a curtain across the corner to form a triangular space. I passed the other customers, two women who appeared to be together, two couples and six or seven guys. I think some had guessed something was going on, several watching as I entered the cubicle space. A surreptitious glance confirmed what I suspected and that everyone would be able to see me. Craig, leaning against the counter gave me an encouraging nod, then came over as I removed my shoes, unfastened my tight skinny jeans and eased them down over my hips to the top of my thighs. I sat on the chair, he crouched down and with his help I pulled my jeans off. Wearing just a thong and blouse I reached for one of the boots. He put his hand on my arm, leant closer. “Take everything off” he quietly told me. “Seriously?” I replied, both nervous and excited at the prospect of stripping in front of a dozen or more people. He reminded me the owner didn't object and told me to “Get naked”. Over his shoulder I could see I was been openly watched by some, more discretely by others. Flashing my tits excited me. In the previous few weeks, at his insistence, I'd been out with no knickers and exposed my cunt to guys, I reckoned getting naked must be even hornier. “OK. Get out of the way. Give me room” I replied. We both stood, I gently pushed him out of the cubicle and to one side and I remained just inside. The shop owner moved to the door and locked it. I think I had everyones attention and reached for the top button on my blouse. I probably looked far more calm than I felt. My hands were steady, even if my heart was thumping. I unfastened each of the buttons, pulling the blouse wider open. My tits were exposed long before I unfastened the last button and let the blouse slip down my arms and flutter to the floor. My nipples were already hard, but I still casually cupped my tits and tweaked them. I heard Craig urging me to take my thong off. He sounded almost as excited as I was feeling. I turned around to remove it. Hooking my fingers in the sides I pulled it down. The gusset stuck to my cunt, I bent over, parted my legs, to tug it free. I hadn't realised how wet my pussy was until my fingers touched my gash. I pulled it from my slit and let it slide down my legs to the floor. Stepping out of it I left my legs open, displaying my cunt until I straightened turned to face everyone and sat on the chair. Craig was close enough for me to see he had an erection, his hand in his pocket trying to adjust it. I wondered how many of the other guys were hard. All of them I hoped. To turn them on more I opened my legs, shuffled to the edge of the seat. Feeling my wet cunt sliding over the plastic surface I spread my legs wider, fully exposing my wet, gaping pink hole. I was tempted to touch myself, but thought I'd better not. Instead I picked up one of the boots, slipped my foot into it and pulled it up my thigh, raising and opening my legs, enjoying exposing myself while zipping it. I did the same with the other boot then stood up. There was a mirror in the cubicle, but a much larger one fixed to a door about half way up the store. Leaving the skirt, I walked towards it, passing close to several guys. I stood in front of the mirror, naked except for the boots, my hard nips poking out, my pale skin flushed pink, between my legs, my cunt and thighs wet with my juices. Behind me, reflected in the mirror, I could see Craig with the owner who was opening the door to let someone in. Most of the customers, had moved for a better view and could see my front in the mirror. I swivelled to face them looking over my shoulder at my boot clad legs. The heels made my legs looked longer and gave my pert bum a lift. Turning back to face the mirror, I moved my right hand to my mound, fingertips touching my piercing. It moved against my already aroused clitoris making me shiver with excitement. I desperately wanted, needed to masturbate. I couldn't help myself and almost imperceptibly began to move my fingers. Behind me I saw Craig and the owner watching intently. Craig said something to the owner, then walked up behind me, placed his hand on top of mine whispering to me to play with myself. He moved my hand between my legs, pressed my fingers into my cunt at the same time turned me around to face everyone. He kept his hand on top of mine, moving it, pushing my fingers into my cunt until I moved my legs further apart. Fingering myself of my own accord I began to masturbate in front of everyone. The centre of attention, most of the men watching lustfully, the two women together, appearing just as interested as the guys emboldened me. My breathing quickened, I felt flushed. I wanked a little faster, dipping my fingers deeper into my hole, bending my knees, opening my thighs wider. Shakily I asked for a chair. One of the men grabbed the one from the cubicle for me. I sat down, spreading myself as wide as I could, teasing myself, rubbing the piercing against my clit one moment, slipping my fingers through my labia rings, stretching my cunt open the next. At one point I almost had my whole hand inside my fuck hole before I concentrated on my pleasure button and brought myself to orgasm mainly through clitoral stimulation. I overheard some complimentary comments. Two guys came up and thanked me for my show, one pressing his mobile number into my hand telling me to give him a ring if I fancied a fuck. One of the couples gave Craig their number suggesting we might like to get together to swing or swap. I wiped my pussy before trying the skirt on. I liked it as it almost covered the six inch gap between the top of the boots and my pussy, leaving a band of pale skin visible. I took it off and gave it to Craig to add to our purchases along with some items Craig had added. I turned to change back into my original clothes but he stopped me, told me to keep the boots on, gave me a bag to put my jeans, blouse and thong in and to wear just my coat. While he paid for everything I put on my coat and did up the belt. I'd chosen it to keep my top half warm. I turned towards the mirror, saw it only just covered my bum, barely hid my pussy. As I walked closer to the mirror, with each step, a gap briefly opened, momentarily exposing the lower arc of the shiny rings dangling from my cunt. I tried tugging it down a bit which made no real difference, called over to Craig to tell him I thought I should wear the skirt too. He disagreed, said he could only see the bottom of the rings, not my cunt and insisted I should walk back to the car as I was, turning to the other customers for support. Most if not all agreed with him. Had I known this was going to happen I'd probably have worn something a little longer. It was much shorter than anything I'd gone out in before. I doubted if I would be able to get back to the car without flashing my gash either accidentally, or more likely, knowing Craig, deliberately. I won't deny that I was nervous as hell, stepping out of the door into the street, though I was carrying a bag I could hold in front of me if necessary. Early afternoon, in mid week, the side street was practically deserted. A hundred yards away the end of the street which led to the city centre looked busier. I linked my arm through Craigs and we set off. We passed two or three men who looked and appeared to “approve” of what they could see, their heads turning as they passed. Feeling a little more relaxed and less self conscious we reached the corner and turned towards the shopping centre. I was enjoying the thrill of being in public so scantily dressed and the challenge of not exposing to much. The exception was when Craig deliberately walked faster passing men walking in the opposite direction, forcing me to lengthen my stride. The effect was to open my coat more, and create a gap, exposing my pussy. He was directing me, and controlling me, telling me which guys to flash, warning me when to be more careful and hold the bag in front. We were almost at the car park, close to some road works, which I'd hardly noticed when we passed earlier. A hole in the road, next to the pavement, surrounded by barriers, two guys working in it, heads level with the pavement. I realised what Craig was doing as soon as he guided me closer. One of the guys noticed us and spoke to his mate. They both watched us approach until I was standing next to the barriers above them. They were looking up, directly between my legs. Craig told me to move my legs further apart, open the bottom of my coat and show them my cunt. Just like when I'd first started flashing my tits and more recently submitted to bondage I did as I was told, and stood exposing my sex until we moved on. We turned into the car park, got into the car. I was horny, my pussy was wet, and told him to get us home as quickly as possible, to fuck me. “You'll have to wait. I need some more things and you haven't finished flashing yet” he told me. We drove towards the city outskirts, talking about how exciting I'd found being watched masturbating in the sex shop, the walk to the car park and what I could do next in the large DIY, builders merchant type store we were going too. I was noticed by two guys loading a builders van, parked two spaces away, as soon as I opened the car door to get out. “You know what to do” Craig murmured from behind me. I swivelled on the seat, swung one leg out, placed my foot on the ground, and sat with my other leg still inside the car, with my legs open. They stopped what they were doing to watch. I treated them to a good look, fiddling with my pussy rings, showing off my cunt, while Craig walked around the car. I swung my other leg, sat with them wide open, still touching myself, before standing. “You'll see more if you follow us inside” he told them as we passed. We went through the entrance, an assistant at the Help Desk had her back to us, the tills near the exit out of view. We couldn't see any cameras, but Craig reckoned even if there were, no one would be monitoring them. We hurried down an aisle into the depths of building, checking the cross aisles to see who was about. Mostly a few tradesmen, a staff member driving a forklift, stacking racks on the opposite side of the building, behind us the two guys from the car park. Craig told me to undo my belt, open the coat and walk towards the two guys and back. The sex shop had been semi private with the owners permission. This was much more public, risky and therefore exhilarating. I did as I was told, strolling about twenty metres with my coat open, smiling at the two guys. I stopped about five metres from them, crouched down pretending to look at something, slowly opening my legs, displaying my cunt to them. I was on a roll, reached between my legs and ran a finger along my slit, putting it in my mouth, sucking my juices off as I stood. I gave them a wink, then turned and walked back towards Craig, slipping my coat off as I did so. Again I could see he approved. I handed my coat to him and continued passed him, walking naked, passing an aisle which ran the length of the store. A guy about half way down caught a glimpse of me and did a double take as I disappeared from view. I continued almost the full width, stopping at the corner, looking through the shelving. I could see the guy on the fork lift, talking to someone near the tills. I turned, walked back towards Craig who was where I'd left him, holding my coat, chatting to the two men who'd followed us. I could see my reflection in some, glass shower screens on display. Tits jiggling, nipples hard, light glinting on the rings dangling from my tits and cunt. Distracted, intent at looking at my reflection, excited by my daring, I collided with the guy I'd noticed, as he emerged from the aisle just as I reached it. Knocked off balance in the towering heels, he caught me, his arm around my waist, hand somehow finishing up on my shaven mound when he helped me up. I got my first proper look at him. Black, about 6' tall, handsome, I knew he was muscular, his strong arm still around me. “Sorry” he apologised, his voice deep and sexy. “It's OK. You can catch me anytime you want” I flirted in reply. I steadied myself, turned towards him, his hand slid closer to my cunt, his fingers brushing my clit piercing. He glanced down to see what he was touching, commented that he liked it. I couldn't resist “Touch it if you want” I invited huskily. He tugged it gently, pressed it against my clitoris. I gasped. Craig had joined us by then, the other two guys hanging back watching. “Her cunts pierced too. Have a feel” he told the guy. He slipped his hand between my legs. I moved them apart letting him slid his fingers into my hole and finger me. Craig looked delighted when I started to ride the guys fingers, thrusting against his hand. I was getting increasingly aroused, squeezing my tits, with one hand, the other rubbing the front of the guys jeans, feeling his hard cock, when we all heard the sound of the forklift approaching. I only just managed to get my coat back on in time, and was doing up the belt when it came around the corner towards us. We stood chatting, trying to look innocent, as he passed, looking at me but not stopping. The other two guys had legged it. We headed down the aisle away from the forklift. The guy introduced himself as Ben. The conversation quickly turned to why I was flashing in that particular store and, as we selected the things he'd need, what Craig was intending to construct. We'd discussed it a couple of weeks previously, but I had to laugh and told Ben that knowing Craig's virtually non-existent DIY skills it would probably fall apart. Ben reckoned it was a fairly simple job. Craig voiced what I'd been thinking and asked if he'd be interested in helping if we made it worth his while. He asked what we had in mind. “Help us and you can fuck Becky, she'll suck your cock, whatever you want” he told him. When I'd briefly groped his cock, it had felt larger than Craigs and I was eager to experience a black cock. I enthusiastically agreed, confirming what Craig had offered, adding that all my holes would be available, including my arse. "Deal. I'm free the rest of the day" he replied. On Bens advice Craig bought suitable heavy duty hooks, rings, chain and a pulley and some lengths of smooth wood. The wood was to long for our car and went in Ben's van. All we had to decide was whether he should follow us the twenty miles to our house or if I should travel with him to ensure he didn't get lost. A good place to end this part of our story I think. We'll continue in a day or two if anyone's interested.