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We're a pretty average 90's couple; two cars, a house in the suburbs, no kids, lots of tech toys. If we had kids, we'd probably be active in the PTA and Little League, but since we don't, we've had to find other ways to amuse ourselves.
Sex has always been pretty good between us, but it got REALLY interesting about a year ago when we discovered that she got out of her mind horny after watching me show myself to another woman.
We were at a beach near our house, playing a game where we made believe that we met each other randomly, went back to my place and screwed. Sometimes she'd play willing and pliable, other times reluctant and standoffish, but it was always hot.
We arrived together, but set up our blankets about 50 yards apart. While she lathered herself with suntan lotion, I decided to go for a swim. Feeling a little devilish, I'd gone out earlier in the week and purchased a pair of thin white cotton shorts to wear that day. They were solid enough dry, but once they got wet, you could see absolutely everything!
I made sure that I spent enough time in the water to get my shorts good and wet, then returned to my blanket, where I picked up a towel and started toweling my head. I made sure that I was facing in my wife's direction as I covered my face and head and took a good five minutes to work the ocean out, the sun in back of me leaving nothing to the imagination. As I rubbed dry, I thought about the show I was giving my wife, and started to grow hard.
Removing the towel, I realized that an incredible looking woman had positioned herself on a towel between my wife and me, and was sitting eye level with my crotch. My wife noticed that the woman was staring at my cock and hung back, waiting to see what would unfold. She motioned me to come forward, so I made my way over to the woman's towel.
I could not believe she was alone. Sun bleached blonde hair, tiny little waist with no hint of flab, grapefruit sized tits, and a deep tan that, from the looks of things, did not end at the skimpy perimeter of her bathing suit. I stopped on the sand a few feet from her and looked down.
"Hi," I said. "Was it my imagination, or were you looking at me?"
She responded without looking away from my crotch. "Well, that depends. Was it MY imagination, or can I see your cock through your shorts?"
Is spite of myself, I blushed at her directness.
"Mmmm," she continued, her voice pleasingly husky. "That's pretty thick. How well do you use it?"
I could not believe this. I was rock hard, being hit on by this gorgeous creature, and my wife was less than three feet away. I looked over at her, and she nodded, indicating that I should continue.
"Pretty good, I think. The only complaint I've ever had is that it didn't fit in easy."
Luckily, it was still early enough that this part of the beach wasn't crowded yet. Actually, the reason we'd originally chosen it was because the sun came over the cliffs later, so fewer people came in the morning. I was hoping that we might get a little in behind one of the rocks just for the rush of doing it outside.
"Mind if I check?" she asked, reaching out to trace the ridge of my cockhead with her hand. "Oh, that's wonderful. I don't know how easy it would fit, but I'd love to try."
She rested her hand on my shorts and started to slowly rub me. I know how it felt to me, but apparently, it also felt pretty good to her. Her bikini bottoms were starting to darken in the crotch, and she was pressing herself into her blanket, trying to scratch an itch that needed a little more than a long finger. With her free hand, she reached down and pulled her bathing suit to one side, giving me a view of her clean-shaven pussy. Moisture had collected on her swollen, outer lips and I could see her clit peeking out of its hood as it grew hard. Quickly, she looked around and spied my wife, who had anticipated the movement and turned away only a moment before, feigning a search for some elusive seashell in the sand. The woman turned back to me removing her hand from my shorts.
Looking at my face for the first time she said, "We really don't have any privacy here." She reached over to her beach bag, pulled out a paperback book and a pen, and scrawled something on the book's title page. "Here's my number. Call me tonight and we'll pick up where we left off."
As if to seal the deal, she leaned back on the towel, removed her top, and proceeded to sun those glorious tits. I was done. Turning around and making my way painfully back to my towel, I collected my things and almost ran to the parking lot. I leaned against our car and waited for my wife to join me.
Normally conservative in public, she hadn't even bothered to throw a cover over her bathing suit as she came rushing over to the car. Without saying a word she began kissing me, first on the lips, then on the neck, then down my chest and along my stomach. Not caring who might see, she continued down, sliding my shorts down over my hips as she dropped to her knees. My cock sprung out gratefully, happy to be free of the confines of my shorts. But freedom was short lived; in one gulp, Sara, my wife of seven years, engulfed my cock with her mouth and began to work it down the back of her throat. I could not believe that this was my wife blowing me in the parking lot at 9 o'clock on a Wednesday morning.
She choked hungrily on my cock, mashing her nose in my pubic hair as her throat muscles strongly massaged my cockhead and shaft. Normally she has trouble deep throating me because I'm so thick, but today she went at it with all the energy of a seasoned pro. I was so horny I didn't care who saw either, leaned my head back on the car, and started fucking her face, reaching down to control the movement of her head as I pushed my cock further and further into her mouth.
Her enthusiasm proved to be too much for me, and I came in minutes. My load seemed to fuel some fire deep inside her, because at the first shot of cum, she reached down and started tugging on her clit, firmly pinching it between her thumb and forefinger as she pulled. With my cock still in her mouth and pumping cum down her throat she started to cum herself, causing my cock to vibrate in her mouth as she screamed with it still in her mouth.
When she was finished she stood up and leaned against me, my pants still around my ankles, breathing heavily. I waited for her to regain some composure before I started in with the questions. "What the hell was that all about," I asked, the shock evident in my voice.
"I don't know what came over me. I was all set to start playing our game when I noticed that woman staring at you. I could see your cock so clearly through your shorts! And then something about the fact that she could see you got me excited." She stopped and took a deep breath. "By the time she started rubbing your cock, I was soaked; if she had pulled it out, I probably would have cum right there. By the time I got to the car, I couldn't think straight. I had to have your cock in me. The blowjob was just the quickest way."
She'd never come before without getting fucked, at least not with me. I had to admit, it was hot. She made me drive home with my pants off so she could stroke me the whole way home (thank God we didn't get pulled over for speeding or anything!). Once we got home, she spread out on the trunk of the car and begged me to fuck her in the garage. I still can't remember how many times we screwed that day, but it was definitely the beginning of a new chapter in our life.
After that day, Sara's whole outlook changed. She threw away all of my underwear, so that I would be free to flash whenever she wanted me to. She started nagging me to go to the gym so that I stayed in shape, and would sometimes "accidentally" rip my shorts in the crotch so that she could masturbate to the thought of women looking at me. When I got home, I was in for hours of sexplay. She also bought me tighter, more revealing clothes for when we went out together, and on more than one occasion we had to excuse ourselves from a party so that we could go outside and fuck because she was so worked up.
The one place we drew the line was actually cheating. I did not sleep with any of the women who approached me, and I don't think that she ever slept with any other guy. In fact, I don't think that she even looked at another guy. Neither of us really ever had the desire to be with anyone else.
One day, after I'd been out for a run (wearing only form fitting lycra running shorts and running shoes, the way Sara liked), Sara met me at the front door and asked me to hurry up and shower, because she wanted to go eat. She'd finally gotten reservations for a new restaurant in town that she'd been dying to try. When I got out of the shower, she'd already laid out my clothes for me, her signal that this was going to be one of our "adventures". I quickly pulled on the sweater, but almost put my foot through the rip in the crotch of the jeans she'd picked out.
"Sara!" I yelled. "How the hell do you expect me to wear these? There's nothing bloody to them!"
She appeared around the doorway with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "They'll be fine once you get them on. The sweater hangs down low enough, at least until you're aroused. Then you might peek through," the twinkle got a little brighter, "but that's OK."
Shrugging, I pulled on the pants, because I knew better than to argue. She was horny, so I just figured I'd strap in and enjoy the ride, wherever it might take me. She was right, you couldn't see anything under the sweater, but I felt a helluva breeze! In the garage, she tossed me the car keys.
