It was just getting dark as the GPS signaled our final turn. Lisa had been slowly teasing me for the last 50 miles or so. Rubbing, squeezing and even bending down to lick the shiny drops of clear precum from the head of my stiff cock occasionally. She was obviously very excited to be in sunny Florida! Or maybe it was the trucker that caught me with my hand up the short skirt that had her so worked up.
I had two fingers buried in her wet pussy with her tiny red panties pulled to the side when I noticed him pacing us. She had her tank top bunched between her firm tits and a nipple between each finger and thumb as she moaned and squirmed in her seat with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I should have warned her I suppose, but she was so close, and I didn't really mind him watching. As a matter of fact in my horny state I kind of liked it I realized. When she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, her pussy spasmed violently and she squirted all over my hand and my leather seat, while wantonly staring up at him making no attempt to cover herself.
A month ago she would have been abashed at being seen by someone in such a compromising position. She was usually quite conservative in her choice of clothes when we were in our home town of Knoxville. Lisa wasn't a prude by any means, but she was a loving, loyal wife, and as such she kept her considerable charms hidden from everyone but me. Like most couples, we sometimes talked about fantasies in bed to keep things fresh. Hers were pretty tame, but still exciting to me.
She admitted that it would turn her on having sex outdoors, like on a mountain trail, or on the beach where we might get caught. I told her that my fantasies ran along the same lines, however what turned me on was the thought of someone seeing her naked and wet, lost to her lust. I didn't mention that my biggest fantasy would be to see her like that myself, but with another man.
We did talk about her dressing a little more provocatively when we go out. She seemed a little surprised that I'd want other men ogling her. With her straight blonde hair, long sexy legs and firm C cups, she would have turned heads dressed in a gunny sack. So she intentionally dressed more conservatively than I would have liked, to keep the wolves at bay. She said if I wanted her to dress sexier she would think about it, and we left it at that.
I guess she must have thought about it over the last month, because I tripped and almost fell on my face when I saw the little skirt and tank top she had donned for our trip South.
Lisa was thrilled when my old College buddy Eric had invited us to come visit him in sunny Florida. She had to Facebook stalk him of course, looking through every one of his photos. "He is quite the hunk!" she said with an evil smile.
I explained that he was always a ladies' man when I knew him, never really settling down with any one woman for long. I laughed at her expression when I told her that his nickname was Don, because he was hung like a donkey. That along with his 6'2" athletic frame and his piercing blue eyes made it easy to get any woman he wanted. Judging by the pictures on his page nothing had changed much. He was surrounded by a variety of gorgeous women in most of them.
The night before we left Lisa was insatiable. As my cock slid slowly in and out of her tight little pink hole, she whispered in my ear, "Do you still want to show your wife's body off to other men?" She was arching her back to meet every stroke, and she was wetter than I could remember in a long time. I admitted that "Yes, it still turned me on to think of other men lusting for her sexy body." Her moans became more pronounced and she started fucking me harder.
"Does it turn you on to think of other men catching a glimpse of your pussy?" I asked. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she began to buck against my cock. She didn't answer, but she was making little yelping noises and swiveling her hips to meet my thrusts for maximum penetration. Suddenly I pulled out, and kept my cock just out of reach of her greedy little pussy. "Answer me" I said sternly. "If you don't I will stop fucking you right now! Do you want other men to see your pretty little pink folds? Do you want them to see how wet it gets, and know what a little slut you really are?" "Fuck me you bastard," she screamed, clawing at my ass to get my cock back inside of her.
As I sank balls deep she wailed "Yeeesss, I want them to see me! I want to make their dicks hard! I want them all to want to fuck me. To use me like a naughty cheating slut!" Her pussy clamped down so hard that she squeezed me out. My cock was suddenly flooded with waves of warmth, as she squirted time after time. That was just too much for me. I exploded with her, painting her stomach with ropes of cum.
When we calmed down, and cleaned up, we had to throw a towel on the wet spot. I asked her what got her so worked up, but she was ready to go to sleep and didn't want to talk about it. I suspected that she was embarrassed by her strong reaction to the fantasy, so I let it go. As she rolled over though she whispered, "maybe on vacation."
