How My Wife Became an Exhibitionist This is the story of how my wife became an exhibitionist. My wife was always very conservative when we were around home or people we knew. Though the first 10 years of our marriage, she got more and more daring in the way she dressed when we were away on vacation until this one trip that sent her over the edge of extreme exhibitionism. We had booked a little get away down the shore. In order to save some money, we booked a water front hotel for a Sunday through Thursday weekday special. We arrived on Sunday night and the first thing Monday; we were heading to the beach. Linda put on her bikini to model for me. It was very skimpy with a thong bottom and a top that was little more than to small triangles of material over the nipples. She had a cover up that was made of t-shirt material. It looked like a small mini-dress that was only a couple istanbul travesti of inches below her crotch. She put the cover-up on and we headed to the beach. We put our stuff on a blanket we took with us and heading into the surf. I couldn’t believe how see through Linda’s bikini top looked but I didn’t say anything and just enjoyed the view as did several men that were around us. I told Linda I was getting cold and was getting out. She told me she would be out soon and I went to our blanket. In about 5 minutes, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Linda came out of the surf and started up the beach. She may as well have been naked because her bathing suit was completely transparent. You could clearly see her neatly trimmed dark brown bush as well as her nipples. I thought that she must have had some idea of the condition of her suit because her nipples were rock hard, istanbul travestileri but I found out later this was not the case. As she laid on the blanket soaking up the sun, I noticed that a lot of men were walking by our blanket. Linda put on her cover up and pulled off her bikini top. I told her she should remove the bottom too. She hesitated but did what I asked. We walked back to our hotel with Linda dressed on only cover up. We will still about a block away from our hotel when we got caught in the huge downpour. Anyone who has ever been to a wet t shirt contest can imagine what happened to her cover up. We were at the front door of the hotel when Linda saw her reflection in the door and realized everyone could see everything she had. Linda said she was embarrassed but at least it didn’t happen on the crowded beach. I asked her if she had any idea why so many travesti istanbul men were walking by us on the beach when she was laying on the blanket with her bikini on. I answered my own question by telling her to get in the shower and get her bikini wet and look in the mirror. When she did this, she almost screamed and said something would have to be done to fix this. She got dressed and left the room. I thought she was going to buy a new bikini but she returned in about 30 minutes with some shaving cream, razors, and lotion. She told me she was very upset that people could tell she was not really blond and went in the bathroom and came out shortly with her pussy completely clean of hair. For the rest of the week, Linda walked to and from the beach in her tiny see through bikini. She would try to keep it wet as much as possible and even go out of her way to walk by a group of men. She was so turned on by her adventures at being an exhibitionist that her pussy was constantly wet and we had sex at least twice a day. On the trip home, she dressed in a skirt and tee shirt and would flash any trucker that we passed on the expressway.