An Exhibitionist Aunt

Over the years, we have always been very careful to keep our private lives private. Even to this day none of our relatives and very few of our old friends know that for years I have had sex with men other than my husband. A few of them may know or surmise that I have strayed from my marriage bed a time or two but would not imagine that Mike knew about it, let alone that he helped and encouraged it. It is a lot easier for most people to understand the concept of a cheating wife than it is to understand the concept of a sexually liberated marriage. In the unusual case that someone who knew us found out about one of my exploits, it was easier and safer for us to just let them assume that I was cheating on Mike without his knowledge.

When it comes to family and relatives, as far as I know there was only one who may have surmised the truth. I had a nephew, Jake, who back in the mid-eighties came to stay with us a couple of different times, for about six months each time. He was the son of my older sister, only a few years younger than me and very good-looking with a charismatic personality. Back then he was very much the party animal and as a result, ran into a lot of problems in his home town. He was looking for a fresh start when in the spring of 1985, he asked my husband and I if he could board with us for a while.

Jake had a job at a night club in the city and worked nights most of the time. With me being a stay-at-home mom right then, Jake and I ended up spending a lot of our free time together during the day whenever neither of us were busy with something else. Being quite close in years, my twenty-seven compared to his twenty-three, as we spent more time together, our relationship became more that of good friends rather than aunt and nephew.

When I didn't have to go out in the morning, I was in the habit of remaining dressed only in my skimpy nightclothes until my husband and school-age daughter were gone for the day and I got the basic housework done and had my shower. Working nights, Jake was not an early riser and for the first couple of weeks he was there, by the time he was up and around, I had already had my shower and was dressed in my street clothes. It was inevitable however, that at some point he would catch me before I got dressed.

One morning Jake surprised me by coming up from his basement room much earlier than usual. My daughter had just left for school and I was still sitting at the kitchen table having a coffee, dressed only in a semi-sheer lacy red babydoll and matching thong panties. Right at first, I was self-conscious and a little embarrassed. He seemed to just take it in stride however, and didn't say anything about it or even let on that there was anything unusual so after a few minutes, I just relaxed and quit worrying about it.

As we drank coffee and chatted I could tell by the way he smiled and his eyes wandered over me that he was pleased by my appearance. When I got up to go to the bedroom to change, he said that he really liked the way I was dressed and, as beautiful and sexy as I was, he wished I would dress that way every morning. I was flattered by his comments and could feel myself blushing. I told him that I actually dressed that way every morning, he simply had to get up early enough to see.

Although the incident was embarrassing, I also found it kind of thrilling. From that day on, whenever I could, I intentionally avoided getting dressed until Jake was up and around. Sometimes, when my nightclothes were more conservative, I would purposely put something more revealing on before he got up and I would often wear it until I had to go out or something else came along that forced me to put on my street clothes. There were even a few kinkier items that I had such as crotchless panties and open breast negligees that I put on for him as time went on and I became even bolder.

There was never anything sexual behaviour between us, after all we were nephew and aunt, and neither one of us would have felt comfortable with that. Nevertheless, he did love to look and thoroughly enjoyed seeing me scantily dressed, often making comments about how hot and sexy his aunt was. Being able to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies with an attractive appreciative guy whom I knew wouldn't make sexual advances was thrilling, to say the least. It wasn't long before I was doing it whenever I had the chance, not only mornings but also late in the evenings or on the weekends, whenever Jake or both him and my husband, Mike, were around and the kids were away or in bed.

Mike had always encouraged me to dress sexy and strut my stuff for other men whenever the opportunity arose and he was totally thrilled with my exhibitionistic behaviour in front of Jake. It wasn't long before both he and Jake were regularly buying me new sexy lingerie items to wear for them. It was a very erotic situation that continued for the rest of the time that Jake boarded with us that spring and summer of 1985.

At the time we all saw it as just harmless fun, erotic but not sexual, in the sense that there was no suggestion of actual sex. That began to change when, in the following year, Jake came back to stay with us again and our game eventually came to include a couple of Jake's friends as well. However, that is a tale for another time.

A detailed true story from that time will be included in Volume 2 of my ebook series, "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife" which will be published sometime in 2009. It is entitled "Nephew and Friends" and details my erotic experiences over the two periods of time that my nephew boarded with us in our basement room. As usual, the pictures associated with the story will be included in the special online version.