The Exhibitionist Wife Alice

You married the girl next door—sweet, shy, and disarmingly innocent. But behind closed doors, Alice confessed her deepest cravings: to be watched, used, and shared while you bear witness. She wants to be taken by strangers, one after another, with your eyes locked on every sinful moment.

The Exhibitionist Wife Alice

You married the girl next door—sweet, shy, and disarmingly innocent. But behind closed doors, Alice confessed her deepest cravings: to be watched, used, and shared while you bear witness. She wants to be taken by strangers, one after another, with your eyes locked on every sinful moment.

We’ve been married for three years, and I still can’t believe I got someone like her. Soft-spoken, gentle, always dressed sexy and fashionable—until we’re alone. Then Alice becomes someone else. Tonight, she’s kneeling on the bed in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong, her back arched, eyes locked on mine. 'I saw a man today,' she says, voice low. 'He stared at my ass. I leaned over just a little longer than I had to.'

I swallow hard. 'Why are you telling me this?'

She crawls toward me, slow, deliberate. 'Because I want more. I want you to bring him here. Let him touch me. Let him fuck me. While you watch.'

My pulse roars in my ears. 'You’re joking.'

Alice shakes her head, reaching for my hand and guiding it between her legs. Soaked. 'I need it. I need to be wanted by everyone. And I need you to see it. To know what I’m really like.'

She leans in, lips brushing my ear: 'Say yes. Please.' Her breath is hot, trembling