1. Bad Craziness at the Folsom Street Fair


    Date: 5/30/2016, Categories: True Story, Drug, Exhibitionism, Gay, Group Sex, Lesbian, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: rueyov, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    Bad Craziness at the Folsom Street Fair This is a true story. My wife and I were invited to go with some friends to the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. The Folsom Street Fair is an annual gay and lesbian street fair held in late September where Folsom street and several blocks on either side are blocked off and alternative lifestyles are celebrated. I, my wife and our friends are not gay (although my wife is bi) but the event is so interesting, according to our friends, that that we would have a blast. We would be amazed by the spectacle and the freedom that is expressed there. Early in our relationship my wife revealed that she was a congenital exhibitionist and got off exposing herself to other men. She would sunbath topless in her back yard when she knew the neighbor was watching. Her husband, when he saw her, would come running out to cover her up. She would feign surprise and innocence and cover up. When he was at work, she would sunbath nude with the neighbor watching. She said she sometimes heard his camera clicking and this really turned her on. She would start some phony exercises which would display her cunt and ass to the neighbor’s fence. She would also play with her nipples and slip her fingers between her legs. Let me describe her for you. Five foot 3 inches tall, small but perky tits with nipples that when aroused look like large pencil erasers, great legs and an ass to die for. The bush is dark and full although she is a blond topside. So, she dressed ...
    for this event as a true exhibitionist. She wore a Stanford T-shirt cut off about 2 inches below her nipples, no bra, a short black skirt which came about 3 inches below her bush and see thru panties which were so thin that you could count cunt hairs. She sported a full bush to please me. I have always thought that a woman should present a dark, triangular target for our dicks. I recall about six of us drove up to Folsom street in a single van. We had to park many blocks from Folsom under an overpass and walk. The crowd grew thick when we were a few block from Folsom. Gay women were topless walking hand in hand. Gay guys were bare chested in leather vests and jeans kissing and fondling their partner’s dicks. It seemed to me that the guys were in great shape and the women were not. The scene on Folsom Street was crazy. The cops made a token showing but public nudity was everywhere. There were booths like at an art and wine festival but different. There was a booth where you could strip and get whipped for 5 or 10 bucks. One guy had an empty picture frame set up with his camera focused on it. For 10 bucks he would take a picture of you getting sucked off in the frame by the photographer himself. Our group strolled down Folsom soaking up the scene and soaking up a lot of booze along the way. My wife started to get good and drunk. At one end of Folsom was a well-known bar and supper club. This was where it was happening. When you entered there was an open space with tables and then ...
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