Showing Jay

The sun was warm on my legs through the open window as we drove back from lunch. Our 20th anniversary had brought us to Mexico, where the blue skies felt liberating compared to the cloudy 50-degree temps we had left behind. We had left the kids at home too and we had made love last night, as befitting an anniversary trip, a little tired after the journey, but enjoying the hotel all the same.

Our lunch today had been free of the hassles that can sometimes disrupt a carefully planned vacation. Before the trip I had found a knee-length sundress that I really liked, and I was feeling attractive and sexy. We drove a little way down the coast, and walked along the beach, knee-deep in the warm sea, and soaking up the sun. We looked like we were in a commercial for a tropical drink. The palm-leaf restaurant we had chosen was half-full with other vacationers, and we sat at the bar and ordered cocktails, hungry for some lunch.

I was already feeling aroused by the warm weather and the vacation vibe, so I was wondering whether our lovemaking tonight would be a little more adventurous perhaps. But I needed no concerns, because with his first cocktail inside him, Jay looked at me and hesitantly whispered, "How would you feel about removing your underwear for me? That thought has been turning me on for the last hour." I took a moment to process, then smiled gently back at him, nodded slowly, and walked to the restroom, enjoying his request.

This was something new for us. Through all our years together, Jay rarely made his desires known when it came to sex, and I normally guided him to what I wanted. The arrangement worked -- he was a competent lover, who paid attention to my needs and was skilled with his tongue, and I normally came at least once when we made love.

So it was not like him to be so direct, but I was definitely enjoying it. I felt a rush as he watched me walking back between the tables, underwear tucked into my purse. He was checking me out in a new way and his face betrayed the excitement he felt from our secret. I took my seat beside him and as we ate, he looked down at my slightly parted legs on the bar stool, casually stroking my knee, but without giving anything away. The subtle play excited me, and I squirmed gently on the barstool, as we talked and laughed at the life stories we invented for the other couples at the restaurant.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Wet." I replied, with a smile.

The drive back to the hotel was charged, keeping me on a slow burn. Jay had kissed me long and hard as we got in the car, something he rarely did in public, and he watched carefully as I got into the car and subtly parted my legs to show him my pussy. Ever cautious, he paid attention to his driving and didn't touch me, but that only increased the tension as I adjusted my dress to a comfortable mid-thigh level and caught him glimpsing over at my legs. "Everybody at the restaurant was jealous of me," he said, smiling. "You looked so damn hot in that dress, walking back through the restaurant. I love that you're my wife."

Our cabin at the resort was set back from the beach a little, on the ground floor. The covered porch outside was beside a path leading to the beach but separated by a hedge laden with light pink flowers. Jay suggested we sit on the porch for a while to cool off after the drive. Happy to oblige, I relaxed in one of the big rattan chairs while Jay fetched cold drinks in an ice-bucket. Sex was obviously on our minds. My instinct was to suggest that we head to the bedroom, but I was now hoping that Jay might continue to take the lead. He handed me a soda and sat facing me in the other chair.

"Show me your pussy," he said, quietly. The words surprised me, as well as his direct, intense look across the table. Instantly, I felt aroused. Doing as I was told, I put my feet on the table, hiked my skirt up a little, and parted my legs, all while carefully watching his face. He nodded, approving, looking me in the eyes and then slowly, intensely moving his gaze down.

"Show me more," he said, in a firm voice. "Show me all of you, show me you want me."

This command felt strangely tense and thrilling. I complied, pulling my skirt up under my butt and spreading my legs wide, so now he could see all he wanted. The warm breeze brushed up against my damp sex. I felt open and exposed, and the brazenness of his request turned me on. Jay leaned back in his seat, in control but relaxed, slowly kneading the bulge of his cock through his shorts as he soaked up his compliant, sexy wife. He took a long sip of his drink and licked his lips. I waited, alert, my pussy exposed to his gaze, anticipating my next direction.

Suddenly we heard Spanish voices approaching, a group heading to the beach. I looked at Jay, questioning. "Stay like that," he said, quietly. The bushes and the low porch wall meant they couldn't see our bodies, but even so my heart raced as two couples walked by just a few feet away, their heads visible to me. I stayed motionless in the chair, legs spread, letting Jay know how closely I was following his instructions, with my pussy beginning to pulsate and my nipples growing hard under my dress. "That's very good," he said, and my heart raced as I enjoyed the thrill of both the exposure and of following his instructions.

By now, I was desperate to touch myself, to push on my clit and bring some relief. Not wanting to break the spell with any words, I lifted my hand from my knees, asking for permission. Jay shook his head slowly. "Not until I tell you," he instructed. This was torture, but a sweet enjoyment at the same time.

"You look so hot," Jay said, smiling gently as he realized the phrase's double-meaning. But he was right, as the afternoon had become warm and I could feel the heat soaking into my body. He reached for a can of soda in the ice bucket and placed it on the table in front of me. "You should cool off with this." This was clearly a command, not a suggestion, and his gaze moved down to my pussy to make the meaning clear.

I picked up the icy can, and looking directly back at Jay, pulled my legs back, put my feet on the edge of the seat and touched the cold can very lightly against my open cunt. There was a sharp intensity to the iciness as I laid the round side of the can flat against my pussy, putting on the show that Jay was looking for. The cold made me want to pull back, but at the same time I was hungry for contact of any kind. I opened up and tried to relax into the feel of the cold can on my hot sex. Moving the can slowly up and down on my pussy lips now began to feel delicious, and finally gave me something to push against my clit. This sent tremors through my whole body and produced an involuntary gasp from my lips. Jay watched intently, darting between looking deep into my eyes and watching the can sliding against my pussy. His face was tightly focused, and it turned me on to see that he was so taken up by my desire.

As the can warmed up a little, I needed more contact. I began to push the can harder and harder against my spread lips and swollen clit. My juices mixed with the condensation to provide all the lubrication needed to keep the can moving up and down along my open cunt. Sliding down in the chair and pulling my legs still wider, I pushed down hard as the can slid back and forth over my desperate pussy and I began to wonder if Jay wanted me to come for him like this.

"Stop," said Jay, providing my answer. I looked at him, disappointed, and slowly continued moving the can, desperately close to the edge now. "I said stop," he repeated, in a firm voice whose meaning was clear. "Put the can down on the table." I removed it and lay back, my legs still spread and my clit throbbing with desire.

"What do you want?" I asked. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to show me how hard you can come," he replied. "But you can only come when I do." His tone was both firm and loving, and his clear instructions electrified my body.

I was happy to comply. Looking directly at Jay, I put two fingers of my left hand into my mouth and pulled them back out, dripping with saliva. Reaching down, I parted my lips and gently inserted them into my cunt, palm side up. I started with the ends of my fingers, to increase the tension, pushing them in just to the first knuckle. Then slowly, deliciously, I slid the two fingers in deeper, hooking the pads upwards to apply pressure at exactly the right spot. My knees were spread wide, my pussy sopping wet, and Jay was staring intently, taking it all in. "Yes, just like that," he said, his voice husky with excitement.

As one set of fingers worked inside me, I licked the fingers of my other hand and slowly stroked my clit, which was now throbbing and more engorged than I had ever felt it before. I needed the release of an orgasm, but I also wanted this moment to last and last, at the height of excitement.

"This feels so fucking good," I told Jay. "Please, can I come now? I need to." He shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, he unzipped his shorts, pulled them open, looked straight back at me and began to rub the length of his rock-hard cock, slowly at first and then increasing in urgency, pulling his skin back hard as he watched my fingers slide in and out of my pussy. I was on fire with tension and hungry for an orgasm, and I could see from his movements and his face that he was getting closer as he worked his dick harder and harder.

Finally, he released me. "Yes, my love," he said "come for me now. Show me how it feels." With permission granted at last, my body responded. I pushed my fingers deep into my body, furiously working on my clit with my other hand and then moaned out loud as I exploded into a mind-bending orgasm that convulsed my entire body. My legs finally closed, clamping shut on my hands, and my whole pussy pulsated. As that happened, I looked over to see Jay's face contort with pleasure as his cock exploded in a thick, milky wad which shot across the table and onto my legs. My body shook as I watched his cock jerk three or four times to produce gobs of cum, more than I had ever seen from him before. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good!" he moaned, almost incomprehensible as his stomach tensed and shook as he came.

The tension released, we both sat back and took in the mess we had created of our bodies. Jay sat back, his cock casually laying to one side, still glistening with cum, and looked at me with an almost goofy expression. I relaxed too, my sundress up at my waist, legs open, after-shocks still shooting through my body as I ran my hands gently over my pussy "I love you," he said. "Thank you for being my wife."

"I love you too," I replied, reaching into the ice-bucket for another cold soda.