25 comments/ 130971 views/ 27 favorites The Holiday Inn By: elia_cdl "Jeeezzzzuuusss Christ!" I looked at the guy on the stool next to me and he nodded toward the mirror behind the bar. "Is that hot or what?" I saw the couple on the dance floor that he was talking about. "They do look pretty hot alright." "Yeah, and that ain't his wife." "Oh?" "Nah. He's with me. We're just here for the day and couldn't get a decent flight out so we're spending the night here." Here is the local airport Holiday Inn. All the businessmen stay here. The food is edible; the drinks are reasonable; and you don't have to worry about getting into trouble on the wrong side of a city you don't know. Every airport Holiday Inn in the country is where you'll find the traveling businessmen. In this particular one you might also find my wife and me. We've found the airport Holiday Inn to be a great place to go out and do things you might not want relatives, friends, or neighbors to know about. "The only thing keeping him from fucking her right now is the clothes they're wearing." I have to admit he's right. My wife has her hands on his friend's shoulders like she's trying to push him away. That just gives him better leverage, with his hands on her ass, to pull her pussy against his groin. They're both fucking back and forth, driving their groins together. She's wearing a dress like movie stars wear to the Oscars. One with a plunging V neckline. It plunges right down past her belly button. Every time she moves just right you can see her incredible nipples. When she's turned on, like right now, they're about an inch long, hard and bright red. They really stand out against her pale white skin. "Boy, I'd sure like to get lucky with her." "Maybe you can." He gave me a calculating look. "You know her?" "Oh yeah. I know her very well." "You her pimp?" "Nah, she's my wife." I'm glad he wasn't looking at me when I told him because he lost a mouthful of beer. I laughed at him. "What the fuck, man?" "She wasn't always like this. When we got married she was very prim and proper. Too much so if you ask me." "What changed her?" I decided to tell him the story. Well, it started about two years ago on our 10th anniversary. I'm the kind of guy that's always on the lookout for a glimpse of tits, or maybe a beaver shot. I even wanted Michelle to wear some sexy clothes so I could get an occasional, unplanned look at her charms. She wouldn't do it. Always worried that someone else might get a look. I tried to convince her that was half the fun. Nope. Absolutely no revealing clothes. The clothes she chose to wear were long skirts, and a bulky sweater or a blouse and vest. She even wore those industrial strength bras to unnecessarily hold her 34B tits in place. The kind that completely cover the tits and don't allow any bounce or jiggle. Panties had to be plain white cotton. A real waste if you ask me. In the privacy of our own bedroom it was a different matter. She would do anything to please me then. It didn't matter what she wore, or didn't wear, as long as we were in private. Whenever she said she was afraid some other guy might get a look at her it caused a little tingle in my cock. In a way I thought I might like it if another guy got a look at her. I thought it might be a turn-on for both of us. No way would she even consider it. For our 10th anniversary we had a quiet dinner out planned. Just the two of us at a nice restaurant. We had arranged for a babysitter for the kids so we wouldn't have to rush. Then I got tied up at work. I called her and told her to take a cab and I would meet her as soon as I could. She sounded disappointed but said OK. She had been telling me for about a month that she had a surprise for me. She was giggling and carrying on so much about it I was beginning to get irritated. I'm not that fond of surprises anyway and the way she kept talking about it just rubbed me the wrong way. But, let me tell you, it was definitely a surprise. One well worth waiting for. I had almost given up hope of ever seeing anything like it. When I got to the restaurant I found her sitting at the bar with three guys hitting on her. She was laughing and enjoying all the attention. But, when she looked over and saw me she immediately excused herself and came over and gave me a big kiss. I think my jaw came close to hitting the floor when I saw the way she was dressed. Her skirt ended about 4 inches above her knees and her blouse was pretty close to being a see-through. Not only that, it wasn't buttoned all the way. As we walked out of the bar and into the dinning area I could tell she was turned on. Her nipples were poking holes in her blouse. At first I thought she wasn't wearing a bra. It turned out she had on one of those lacy bras that don't really hide much. Since her blouse and that wispy little bra were both white I could even see the darker color of her nipples showing through. Talk about hot! I wanted to take her out and screw her right then! On the other hand, now that I knew what was going on, I wanted her to go back and flirt with those guys again so I could watch! I didn't really know what I wanted. The only thing I knew for sure was I had a raging hard-on. Her face was flushed and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable about being caught flirting. Especially the way she was dressed. After all, she had dressed that way just to please me not a bunch of horny guys in a bar. She unexpectedly ended up kind of enjoying it herself. When she saw my bulging pants she gave a nervous little giggle. After we were seated she looked at my boner and asked if she had caused that. I told her she was definitely the cause and she was also going to get to enjoy the job of returning it to normal very soon. "Not soon enough." While we ate she asked if I was mad at her for dressing that way and talking to those guys. I admitted to being a little jealous, but definitely not mad. I told her that watching her had caused me to have a bit of a queasy feeling. I tried to explain my mixed emotions. I was horny and excited, and at the same time I was a little scared. And there was some jealousy. I saw she was about to cry because she had caused my discomfort so I told her that I had developed my hard-on while I was watching her flirting. It just got harder when I saw how she was dressed. "Babe, it hurt and it felt good at the same time." She was still apprehensive about my feelings and wanted to run home as soon as we finished eating and throw away those clothes. I told her we had to stay a little longer as I wanted to have a drink before heading home. "Honey, I don't want to make you hurt anymore." I told her it was nothing I couldn't handle and that any time it hurt too much I would put a stop to it. "In fact, I'd like go back and show you off some in the bar. I'm just sorry I wasn't here when you first walked in there." With dinner finally out of the way I pulled a box out of my pocket and handed it to her. She beamed as she opened it and found a long gold necklace with a beautiful pendant. After a lingering kiss she asked me to put the necklace on her. She wanted to go to the ladies room to see it in the mirror and I told her I would be waiting in the bar. I entered the bar and went to the table farthest from the door. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her walking all the way across the bar in her sexy new outfit. A few minutes later she was standing in the entryway looking around for me. I could see her blushing as she walked over to my table and sat down. There wasn't a man in the place that didn't turn to look. "Do you really like for all these men to see me dressed like this?", she asked when she sat down. "Hell, I'd like them to see you undressed!" When I saw the distressed look on her face I said I didn't mean it. But deep down I knew I did. Hell, right then I wanted her to get up and dance nude on a stage. She didn't understand how letting other guys see her body would be a turn on for me. But she said if I really wanted her to she would try to do it some more. I told her I didn't understand it either, but I sure felt it. "I don't know why, but seeing you dressed like that and flirting with those guys made me hotter than I've ever been before." I asked her if she wasn't a little turned on by dressing like that in public and she admitted it was kind of fun, but she was really only doing it because I wanted her to. Our love making that night was the hottest ever. I hadn't had four erections in one night since our honeymoon. "Honey, if I'd known what kind of effect it would have, I would have dressed like that a long time ago.", she giggled. We didn't get to sleep till 4:00 in the morning. After about two weeks of our old routine I told her to get a babysitter for Friday night and to wear her sexy clothes and we would go out for dinner and dancing. She said she couldn't go out that way again because one of her friends might see her. She thought she could have explained it as a one-time thing she did just for our anniversary. But there was no way she could face any of her friends if they saw her like that now. That's when I got the idea of the airport Holiday Inn. None of our friends would be there. Friday night we did go to dinner in the Inn restaurant, and then we came in here for a drink and some dancing. Most of the businessmen had left town for the weekend, but there were still a few hanging around. Believe me, they all gave her the once-over when we came in here. After one dance we sat down in a booth and had a drink. That's when I got this crazy idea. I saw a guy head for the men's room and I followed him. While I was washing my hands I asked him if he would mind joining us. I explained that Michelle was bored with my usual chatter and wanted to dance some more. I also told him my back was a little sore and I would just like to sit down and have a couple of drinks. His face lit up at the suggestion. "You bet. No problem." When I got back to our table I told Michelle that Don had asked for permission to dance with her and I had told him it would be OK. She was nervous about it and asked if I was sure I wanted her to dance with someone else the way she was dressed. I assured her it would be all right and he could even join us at our table so she wouldn't feel too conspicuous dancing with another man when everyone had seen her come in with me. A minute later Don walked over to our table and asked Michelle to dance. She gave him a nervous smile and nodded her OK, and they headed over to the dance floor. It was comical in a way. They both were obviously afraid of crossing some line. The first song was a slow one and Don held her well away from his body. When the song was over they came back to the table and sat down. I could see they were trying to be friendly but in a cautious way. I joined in their conversation and tried to lighten the mood some. As skittish as Michelle was I was careful to stay away from any talk of sexy clothes or any talk about sex. As we drank and talked we eventually got around to talking about kids. What do you expect from a bunch of parents? It was the best thing we could have done. Michelle and Don both loosened up, and became comfortable talking about their respective kid's exploits. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing like old friends. Then Don asked if she wanted to dance again and Michelle said she would like to. I think she forgot about what she was wearing until she started to swing around on the dance floor. Dancing to a fast number caused a lot of action on her chest. Her tits were bouncing with every step and it didn't take long for those hot nipples of hers to stick out, long and hard. They stayed on the floor for two dances. They were laughing and holding hands as they came back to the table. When Michelle saw me she quickly dropped Don's hand. They had both forgotten about me. Don said he needed to go to the Mens room and left us alone. Michelle sat down next to me still trying to catch her breath from the dancing. She was flushed and I knew it wasn't all from dancing. She was embarrassed that I had caught her having fun with another man. I leaned over and kissed her ear and told her how great she looked. She said she was sorry she had shook her body so much on the dance floor. She was ashamed to be so blatantly sexy. I took her hand and put it on my hard on and told her I liked it. "No jealousy or queasy feeling?" I admitted there was some jealousy and queasiness, but that just made it all the hotter. "Maybe I want a naughty wife." Michelle said she sure felt naughty. Being dressed so sexily and dancing with another man was not proper for a housewife. Michelle wanted to leave so we could get home and fuck. I told her OK but first I wanted to see her dance with Don one more time. To a slow number. I stroked her leg as I whispered that I wanted to see him hold her close. With my hand sliding up her leg, under her skirt, and my fingertips just brushing her panties, she gasped and grabbed my arm. That's how Don found us when he walked up. I think he was embarrassed to walk up on us without realizing until he was right beside Michelle that I was fondling her pussy. He started to sit down and Michelle jumped up and asked him to dance. Don straightened back up and took her by the hand and they headed to the dance floor. I was having a little difficulty breathing as I watched them. Once on the floor they just kind of flowed into each other's arms and started moving slowly to the music. I could see Don pull Michelle close to him and caress her back as they danced. The longer they danced the closer they got. Michelle rested her head on Don's shoulder. She gave a little jump the first time his hand slid down her back and onto her ass. She looked at me to see if I had seen and I smiled at her. When I did she relaxed against Don and allowed his hands to fondle her ass. As the song neared its' end she slipped one leg between Don's and started rubbing her pussy up and down his thigh. I couldn't hold back a groan at the sight of my naughty wife humping another guy's leg. My cock was about to split my pants. I frantically adjusted the bulge in my pants as they walked off the dance floor. I saw that Don kept his hand on Michelle's ass all the way to the table. As soon as they got to the table, she breathlessly told me she was ready to go. As I was sliding out of the booth, Don turned her head and gave her a kiss. I almost tripped when he casually reached up and rubbed her left tit as they kissed. I stared open-mouthed as Don's tongue forced its' way into my wife's mouth and he openly fondled her breast. I couldn't control myself. I reached out to take Michelle in my arms and pull her away from Don. My mouth quickly found hers as Don relinquished her. But even as I was kissing my wife, Don continued to rub and squeeze her tits. Michelle was trembling in my arms as Don and I shared her. I felt like I was on fire and I knew I had to get her out of there RIGHT NOW, or I was going to fuck her right there on the table. I finally pulled her from Don's grasp and hurried her out of the lounge. When we got to the car, I didn't even unlock the door. I just pulled her dress up and pushed her against the car. In my lust I ripped her panties out of the way as she pulled my cock out of my pants. Without a pause I shoved my cock into her dripping hole. Instantly, our bodies were slamming together. Michelle had never been a vocal lover but now she was literally screaming for me to fuck her. I was growling like a crazed animal as I drove into her, denting our car with her ass cheeks. It only took a couple of minutes before I was firing my load of white hot cum up her pussy. Michelle screamed at the same time, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." We stood there as my cock slowly softened. My cum mixed with her pussy juice was flowing down her legs. I didn't want to leave but I knew we had to because it was only going to be a matter of minutes before I would be fucking her again. I yanked the door open and roughly shoved Michelle in the car, ran around to the driver's side, got in and peeled out of the parking lot like a hot rod teenager. I made record time racing home with Michelle's hand squeezing my leg as she urged me to go faster. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road and not on my wife's cunt. Her dress was up around her waist and her legs were spread. Her pussy continued to leak our juices on the car seat all the way home. As soon as we got home we ran into the house and I pushed Michelle over the arm of the couch and started fucking her again. Michelle started screaming again as I drove my hard cock in her sopping wet hole. My sweet wife began having one orgasm after another from my first entry into her until my cock erupted and spewed a load of hot cum deep in her. It was difficult to move after the exhausting fucking, but we finally made it to the bedroom and fell into each other's arms in bed. Michelle kissed me softly and said she was sorry for being so nasty while dancing with Don. Before I could tell her it was all right she was already asleep. The next morning Michelle wouldn't look at me. She kept avoiding my eyes until I put my arms around her and kissed her. She buried her head in my shoulder and cried about how naughty she had been last night. I held her and told her it was all right. "Besides, it was my idea. You were just doing what I wanted you to do." With her face pressed against my shoulder I could barely hear her say, "I know, but I liked doing it." That brought on a fresh outbreak of tears. There was nothing I could do except hold her and pet her and try to reassure her that she wasn't a bad person. And I know she could feel my hard cock rubbing against her. She moved around the house all morning avoiding me as much as possible. Finally after eating lunch I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I had her stand in the middle of the room and started undressing her. "Honey, what are you doing?" I silenced her with a kiss and continued. She didn't know what to do when I pulled her panties off. She was embarrassed to just stand there with nothing on while I gathered her clothes and took them to the hamper. Then I went to her closet and brought out a nice conservative white blouse and a long skirt that buttoned up the front. I pulled the skirt around her and buttoned it, then did the same with the blouse. She started to say something and I stopped her with another kiss. "Now listen. We're going for a ride. You're dressed like you usually do so there is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. What we did last night was fun for me, and I think you enjoyed it too. I'm sorry you feel bad about it but there was really nothing wrong with it. When it comes to sex whatever feels good to us is OK. No matter what your friends say." She looked down for a minute then said, "I'm not quite dressed like usual. Usually, I wear panties and a bra." When she looked back up at me she was smiling shyly. I gave her another kiss and said, "Let's go for a ride." "OK". Once we were driving I asked her if she was comfortable and she said she was. I drove out into the country and stopped at a wine tasting place. We went in and had a couple glasses of wine, then back on the road. I asked her if she was still feeling all right and she said she was feeling mellow. She's not much of a drinker so those two glasses of wine had an effect. I pulled over to the side of the road and leaned over to kiss her. As we kissed I unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside to rub her tits. I could feel her nipples growing as I continued working on her. Once I had her nipples fully hard I undid another button on her blouse. The Holiday Inn Then I moved back behind the wheel and took off down the road. When she realized that her blouse was open she started to button it, "Don't. I want you to leave it open for me." She looked at me and I could see her face flushing, but she put her hands back in her lap. I slowly passed a truck, giving the driver a good look. Michelle knew what I was doing and she laid her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the driver looking at her, or have him know that she was aware of the show she was providing. I drove along beside the next truck I caught up to for quite a ways and let him get a nice long look. Her tits weren't totally bare but I know he got to see those incredibly long red nipples. It was obvious from her squirming around that she was somewhat uncomfortable but she didn't say anything. I took the next off-ramp and pulled over on a side road. I pulled Michelle into a kiss and slid my hand up her skirt. A soaked pussy greeted my hand. I pushed two fingers between her cunt lips and she sucked them inside her with her pussy muscles. In a few seconds she was cumming. I continued to finger her until she had another orgasm. As she was calming down I slowly unbuttoned her dress. The higher I went the more erratic her breathing became. When there were only three buttons left she grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Please don't show any more this time." That scared me. Not that she had stopped me, but because she said "this time" meaning there would be more times. That's what I wanted, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to get what I wanted. That sounds crazy I know, but that's how fucked up my head was. We drove back onto the interstate and looked for another truck to pass. When one came into view Michelle grabbed my leg. I looked over at her and she gave me a tentative smile as she slowly spread her legs. My cock just about ripped through my pants. Michelle was starting to get red in the face and she was holding her breath, waiting for me to tell her when to stop. I wanted to stop her but it was just so exciting watching her legs spread that I was tongue-tied. We were both sweating by the time I told her that was far enough. Michelle's fingernails were digging into my leg as we began approaching another truck. Then she did something I never would have thought possible. She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and opened it wide. Her pale white tits capped with those incredible nipples were completely exposed for anyone looking into our car. I was burning up. I couldn't breathe. Sweat was pouring off me. My cock had never been harder. My hands were so wet it was hard to hold the steering wheel. I slowly pulled along side the truck and approached the front. I was fighting so hard for breath that I almost drifted into the side of the truck. I looked at Michelle and saw her eyes were glazed. I was shocked to see her slide down on the seat until her dress was pushed all the way. She couldn't have been anymore exposed without spreading her cunt lips. I don't know how long I was beside the trucker. I heard Michelle start making small snorting sounds and knew she was cumming. I also knew I had to get off the road and into her pussy. As I accelerated the trucker blew his horn and flashed his lights at us in thanks. I found an off-ramp and then a side road. Michelle was still in a daze as I slid over and pulled her on top of me. My cock was instantly buried to the hilt. Having my cock in her must have woke her up because she started bouncing up and down on me and yelling at me to cum. She didn't have to encourage me for long before it felt like the top of my dick blew off as I came. Michelle didn't stop bouncing and I didn't lose my hard-on. I could feel her our combined juices pouring over my balls as she continued riding my cock. After a few minutes another flood of molten hot cum erupted from my cock and bathed my wife's pussy. Michelle screamed as she had another orgasm at the same time. Neither of us could move. We sat there with my cock slowly softening inside Michelle and our juices running out of her cunt and over my legs and balls. That's the way we were when a cop tapped on the window. I looked at him and saw he was getting an eyeful of Michelle. I said her name, softly, and got no response. I struggled out from under her and covered myself as I moved over and opened the window. "Is that your wife?" "Yes." "Very nice. Verrrry nice." I wanted to cover her to stop him from looking at her. At the same time, I wanted to spread her legs wide so he could have a good look at her well-fucked pussy. Michelle just sat there, passed out. I think the cop could read my mind. He walked around the car and opened the passenger door. He leaned in and spread my wife's legs. I knew it wasn't right for him to touch her, but I couldn't stop him. He smiled at me and said, "Boy, what I wouldn't give to shove my cock in that pussy. I kind of like sloppy seconds. And she sure looks sloppy. " I noticed he still had his hand on her leg. My own cock started growing again as he ran his hand up and down Michelle's leg. Each stroke went higher. I couldn't do anything but groan when he stopped rubbing her leg and shoved two fingers up her juicy cunt. He sawed his fingers in and out of her, slamming his thumb against her clit with each thrust. Michelle whimpered as she had another orgasm. The cop took his fingers out of her and wiped them off on her tits. He looked at me and asked me if he could fuck her. I told him no. He handed me his card and said that if I ever changed my mind he would be glad to fuck her brains out. He seemed to know that it was just a matter of time before I would want someone to fuck her while I watched. He reached into the back seat and got out a blanket and covered Michelle. Then he left us there, beside the road. Once we got home I helped Michelle into the house and into a hot bath. After washing her I dried her off and put her to bed. Then I took a hot shower. I was exhausted. I felt so drained I didn't think I would ever be able to get a hard-on again. I crawled into bed next to Michelle and gave her a little kiss. She surprised the shit out of me when she said, "Did you like letting him finger fuck me?" There went my theory that she was passed out. Hearing her say that also blew away the theory that I would never be able to get another hard-on. Hearing my sweet, loving, conservative wife whisper that she knew I had let another man finger her pussy was too much. "Did you like it?" "It was OK, but in the future if you're going to let someone fuck me I want the real thing. I want to feel his cock in me." We both knew then that it wouldn't be long before that was exactly what was going to happen. But right then I had a hard cock she could feel in her. And, right then she wanted it and was ready for it. We went at it like a couple rabbits. After I had filled her hot little hole again she asked me to do something I had never done before. She asked me to eat her. Oh sure, I've eaten her pussy before. Lots of times. But never when I had just filled it with cum. I struggled with the idea of tasting my own cum as I moved down and softly bit and sucked on first one tit and then the other. I moved lower and licked her belly button, sticking my tongue in and out of that little hole. I finally gathered enough courage and moved lower. I licked across the top of her pussy and slowly moved down to her clit. My tongue circled her clit then licked across the tip. I closed my lips over her little button and sucked on it, biting it gently. Michelle was beginning to make purring sounds while pushing her pussy up at me. With her hand on the top of my head she encouraged me lower. I let out a groan as my tongue came into contact with her hole. I could feel the heat coming from that moist opening. As I got my first taste of cum I was overcome with lust. I plunged my tongue into her cunt as deep as I could reach and swirled it around. I started slurping and drinking my cum and her pussy juices as fast as I could. I didn't think I was ever going to get enough. I grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt tighter to me. As she started screaming that she was cumming I held her pussy to my mouth as I rolled over. As soon as she was on top of me my mouth was flooded with our salty, sweet juice. As Michelle ground her pussy against my face I could feel my cock throbbing and begging for release. She suddenly pulled away from me and spun around. I felt her hot mouth engulf my raging hard-on as her pussy was again lowered to my waiting mouth. While her head was bobbing up and down on my aching rod, her cunt was once again quenching my thirst. There was no way I could hold back. My hips bucked off the bed and drove my cock down her throat as the first hot blast of cum shot from my balls to the back of her throat. I could hear Michelle's moans muffled by my cock deep in her throat. She greedily sucked the last drops of cum from me. As I lay there in a daze I could feel her moving. I groaned as her mouth found mine and she loosed a mixture of my cum and her saliva into my open mouth. My cock stopped deflating and immediately started growing again as my nasty wife fed me my own sperm. She could feel my growing member and she moved down and started licking it. "This time I'm going to give you more cum to drink." Another groan escaped me as those nasty words penetrated my dazed mind. Michelle chuckled as she realized the power she held over me. I was whimpering as she tried to suck my toes out through the head of my cock. I could feel another eruption building in me and knowing that soon I would be drinking another mouthful of my own cum seemed to speed the building climax. Soon, my ass was raised up off the bed as I filled my loving wife's mouth with another load of white hot cum. And a moment later she was letting that cum run into my waiting mouth. The last two hours of fucking and sucking had exhausted us. We curled up together and went to sleep. "You know that's a real interesting story. But it just doesn't compute." "What do you mean? I'm telling you the truth." "And just where the hell are your kids and the babysitter while you guys are screaming and fucking all over the house." "Oh. They're not too much of a problem. If we go out at night the kids are asleep in their rooms, the babysitter is asleep in the guest room by the time we get home. When we go out during the day the kids are at their friends and don't come home till we call for them. And lastly, if the kids are home when we're fucking, they're in the family room watching TV and playing computer games. They've never seen or heard a thing." He looked at me while he digested that. After a few minutes he said, "OK. I can see how that would work. Go on." The next weekend I took Michelle shopping at a mall in another town. We started in the lingerie section and bought several matching bra and panty sets. I loved the way the lacy see-through ones showed off her tits. But I also liked the way the solid silk ones hugged her cunt lips when they were pulled up tight. Either one was a winner as far as I was concerned. We moved on to the dresses and picked out several that had a subtle sexy quality to them. They were ones that would let her give some lucky guy a look at her charms without it being obvious that she was doing it on purpose. We took a break for lunch then it was back to looking at more dresses. It took about two hours before I found just what I was looking for. It was just a simple, unlined sundress. A golden yellow color with multi-colored flowers all over it. Michelle thought the dress was pretty too, and said she would get a slip so she could try it on. She blushed when I told her not to wear a slip. "Honey, you'll be able to see my panties and bra right through this material." "No panties or bra." She turned a brighter shade of red. Her chest began rising and falling as her breath quickened. I could see her nipples growing. She took my hand and pulled me over to the dressing rooms. I waited outside for her to change. I knew it would take a couple of minutes because she had to completely strip before putting on the dress. About fifteen feet away I saw a couple of young guys looking at earrings. I moved over to the far side of them. I only had to wait over there a few seconds before the door to Michelle's dressing room opened. She looked out and didn't see me. She opened the door a little wider and looked around until she saw me waving to her. It was obvious, even from where I was that she was blushing. She took a deep breath and walked out of the dressing room and started walking toward me. She had only taken a couple of steps when the two guys noticed her. Their eyes got big around and I could hear one of them gasp as they got a look at the vision of loveliness coming toward them. I'm sure they were so busy looking at her tits and pussy that they didn't notice how nervous she was. She walked past them and stopped in front of me. She looked me in the eye, but I could hear a little tremor in her voice as she asked, "Does this show enough?" I smiled at her. I detected a little bit of a tremor in my own voice when I said, "I don't know. Why don't you ask those guys behind you?" She was breathing shallow and fast. She just stood there looking at me for a minute. Her eyes closed and then she took a deep breath and turned around. "Well, how about it? Can you see enough of me in this dress?" Those two guy's eyes were glued to Michelle's chest. I know her hard nipples had them entranced. "Oh yeah. You look great." one of them finally managed to mutter. Michelle took another deep breath, "You're just looking at my tits. Can you see my pussy too?" I almost came in my pants when she brazenly said that. I'm sure the only reason she was so brave was that they were teenagers and not men. The two boys took the invitation and looked down at my wife's pussy. They were both tongue-tied and unable to answer. After standing there about a minute, Michelle walked back to the dressing room. I was too turned on to wait any longer. I followed her into the dressing room. I pushed her against the wall and pulled up her sundress from behind. She bent down slightly to give me easy access to her wet cunt and I was in her and fucking away in just seconds. It only took a minute for both of us. I emptied my load in her hot box and she bit her arm to keep from screaming as she came. Michelle turned around and pushed me down on my knees. I knew what she wanted and I found I actually wanted it too. She pulled her dress up and I pressed my mouth against her soaking wet pussy. For the second time in my life I was sucking my own cum out of my wife's pussy. Her thighs squeezing my ears muffled the sound of someone knocking on the door. It didn't matter. I wouldn't have stopped anyway, and neither would Michelle. I guess we were making too much noise. After Michelle came a second time, I stood up and pulled my pants up. Michelle just let the sundress drop back into place on her. When we finally opened the door one of the salesclerks was standing there. You should have seen her shocked expression when she saw my wet face. Then Michelle stepped out, still wearing the sundress. She pulled the tag off and said we would take it. When we left the store I took all of our bags and told Michelle to go ahead and head for the car and I would follow her. I think right then was the point at which she finally became comfortable with exposing her body. All the admiring looks from the men, and disapproving looks from some women, made her proud of her body. By the time we got to the car she was looking forward to wearing all the clothes we had bought and becoming an exhibitionist at times. A few months after she started dressing for fun rather than modesty I asked her if she was ready to fuck another man. My heart was in my throat while I waited for her answer. Her answer made me happy and unhappy at the same time. She said, "Not yet." My breath escaped and I realized I had been holding it in while I waited to see what she would say. That was over a year ago. During the last year at one time or another she has flashed every male that has come to our door. Salesmen, mailmen, newspaper boys and anyone else lucky enough to ring our doorbell. We frequently go for drives where she can expose herself to truckers. Sometimes she will take off everything and just throw all her clothes in the backseat. When she does that there is added risk for her because she never knows when I will pull into a gas station and let the attendants have a good look. Roadwork crews are fun too. If you ever see a crooked centerline on the road around here it very well may be because of Michelle. And one time a brave flagman reached inside the car and fondled her tits! One thing she hasn't done is flash our male friends. She is afraid of getting a bad reputation and losing all of her girlfriends. In any event all of this activity has heightened our sexual awareness and ability. Cumming three or four times in one night is no big deal, anymore. I've found that I like to suck my cum from her pussy. And, Michelle has become a frenzied cocksucker. She loves the taste of my cum. And even though she hasn't said it I know she's also looking forward to the time when she tastes another man's cum. There has been as much fucking and sucking in our car as in any teenager's vehicle. We both get turned on by having sex in public places. The danger of getting caught adds to the thrill. In a way I think Michelle would like to be caught by that cop again. He's already finger fucked her to orgasm once, and I'm sure she would like to try his cock. Mine is still the only cock she has had in her. I know she's ready to try someone else, but just hasn't found the right person. I still find myself holding my breath when Michelle is with another man. Is this man going to be the first to make me a cuckold? I finished my story and said, "Well, that's where we are today. We go out and Michelle flashes guys. She dances with guys here and sometimes gets felt up. She's even given a few hand jobs right here in the lounge. I still think I would like to watch another man fuck her, but what we have right now is awfully good. Maybe we don't need to go any further." Tom asked me if I had to watch her get fucked or if someone could fuck her and then send her back to me with a cum filled pussy. I was starting to get those old feelings of jealousy and queasiness with his questions. With my heart in my throat it was a struggle to get the words out. "I would like to watch, but hearing about it afterwards would be the next best thing." "You'd like to watch what?" I could feel my face burning. "I'd like to watch another man fuck my wife." "What if he doesn't want you watching?" God! He was really twisting the knife in my guts. "Then I want her to tell me about how another man fucked her." He laughed at me and got up and walked out to the dance floor and joined his friend and Michelle. They were dancing, or swaying to a slow number. Tom put his arms around my wife and on his friend's shoulders and pressed his cock against her ass. At first, Michelle was startled then Tom said something to her she smiled, dreamily, as the two men pressed in tighter against her body. When the song ended the three of them walked out of the lounge without looking back. My heart was pounding as I watched them leave, knowing my wife would soon have, not one, but two new cocks to play with. I almost wanted to go after them and stop them, but my little head overruled my big one.