"I'm ready babe," my wife, Jackie called from the bedroom.
Pulling on my shoes, I looked up from the chair as she entered the dining room.
She was completely nude.
"Wow, babe, you're going like that?" I smiled.
Recently, Jackie's exhibitionistic adventures were taking us farther and farther...she'd come a long way in a short time from her humble beginnings by parading around naked in the garage. And with her progression into full public nakedness...of course, the after-sex for us both was incredible.
But this was the first time she'd actually wanted to leave the house entirely naked.
"Well," she smiled, playing lightly at a quickly swelling nipple, "I've always fantasized about it...leaving home totally nude with no way to cover up. In other words, no matter what happens, I have to be naked."
Watching her talk was like watching my favorite fantasy come to life.
There, before me, stood my beautiful naked wife: her large breasts rose and fell with her breathing, which came increasingly faster as she described her fantasy.
Her dollar-sized aureole were already swollen outward from her breasts...and I noticed just a hint of wetness beginning to seep onto her inner thighs as she teased a long strand of her dark tresses with her fingers, pulling to her shoulder...she always does that when she's horny.
Cocking her head sideways at me with a sexy smile from under bangs, she stuck her tongue out.
"Don't you agree babe?" she said sweetly.
"Huh?" I stammered, breaking from the reverie that her naked body always seemed to induce.
Chuckling at my state, she jiggled her breasts...teasing my cock hard.
"I said that when we go out on our adventures, you're the only cover I need."
My heart leapt in my chest.
I love my Jackie for so many reasons it's ridiculous...and she'd just given me another one.
I've never understood how such a gorgeous, intelligent and sexually uninhibited woman like her could care so much about a lump like me. I'm nothing special...but to be honest, I've long stopped trying to figure it out, and count myself blessed to be a part of her life...especially a part of her newly found exhibitionist life.
"Babe," she said seriously, "do you think I shouldn't? I mean, do you think leaving the house naked is going too far?"
Too far?
And this is exactly what tugs at me when it comes to Jackie.
When she sets her mind to something, there's no stopping her. She carries out what she wants to the letter...and nobody can tell her otherwise.
Except of course, when it comes to me.
What I have to say means so much to her...sometimes, she's almost like a little girl seeking reassurance.
It just melts me.
"Listen babe," I said gently, smiling at my beautiful wife. "Too far is up to you. I'm with you no matter what and always will be, whether you leave the house covered from head to toe or whether you go out without a stitch....but, if it makes you feel more secure, we can bring some clothes and keep them in the car."
Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she mulled on it, as I gobbled her sweet, shaved mound with my eyes.
"No, wait!" she said suddenly, bolting into the bedroom.
I wondered what she could be up to as I finished tying the last loop.
A moment later, she reappeared wearing a pair of white tennis shoes without socks.
"There...now I'm not completely naked..." she joked, smiling at me again.
The laugh that welled in my gut was uncontainable as it spilled over...turning into a long guffaw.
"No..babe..." I managed between giggles, wiping my at eyes, "I suppose you're not totally naked now..."
Jackie grinned wickedly at the joke, and shook her huge naked tits at me again.
"Ready?"
"I'm ready babe," I said, standing. The laughter had subsided into occasional bumps as we went through the front door.
The day was in full swing.
It was a weekday, so most of the neighbors were at work as we walked from the front porch to the car parked at the curb. It was the first time that Jackie had actually walked naked in broad daylight right out in front of the house, and I could see the effect it was having on her.
Her pink nipples were hard and swollen, like small pebbles pointing the way.
Her breasts swayed heavily in front of her with her movements. Following the logical path, my eyes trailed her bare midsection, taking in her smooth mound and protruding pussy lips...already swollen and moist with the excitement of exhibiting herself to the neighborhood.
The muscles danced tantalizingly under the creamy skin of her bared thighs...and her naked ass pulled my cock to the front of my jeans as I watched it move. No matter how many times I see my beautiful wife reveal herself in public, it never fails to make hot enough to fry an egg on my forehead.
Totally naked on the sidewalk, save for the tennis shoes of course, she looked like sex on fucking stick.
And I hoped she would be later.
Opening the car door for her as she slid in, I took stock of the neighborhood again. The surrounding driveways were empty. It didn't look like anyone had seen her.
"You know babe," I said, starting the engine a moment later, "I'm not sure what to say if the neighbors see you naked on the sidewalk."
"Oh, I'm not naked remember?" Jackie chuckled at me. "I'm wearing tennis shoes."
"Of course," I laughed loudly again at the joke. "How could I forget?"
She smiled that wicked little smile of hers once more from underneath her bangs, and ran the seatbelt between her bare melons...clicking it into place.
The thin, black belt divided her breasts lewdly, making them look even bigger. Against her skin, the contrast was stark...pronouncing the fact that she was nude in the car seat.
God she was hot.
God my dick hurt.
Swallowing hard, I dropped the car into gear.
"So babe, where we headed today?" I asked, clear of the neighborhood.
Recently, she'd begun to surprise me, as was the case with our last adventure at the home improvement center, where she'd masturbated to a squirting orgasm, totally naked in the parking lot in front of another couple.
"Well the car's dirty," she stated flatly...teasing a nipple again.
It was true. The car did need a wash.
"I was thinking maybe we could wash it," she smiled.
"You want to go to the drive-through carwash?" I asked...knowing better.
"Well, I thought we could go to one of those do-it-yourself places," Jackie answered quickly. I noticed the hand in her lap creep closer to her crotch.
"Carwash it is then," I agreed as we slowed, stopping at a major intersection.
On our right, a car containing two young men rolled to a stop. Noticing Jackie, the driver jerked his neck in her direction, before nudging his buddy to do the same.
From the level of the passenger's door, I knew that they couldn't see that Jackie was completely naked...still the swell of her large breasts over the edge of the window gave them a pretty good indication that her breasts were bare.
Rolling her window down, Jackie yelled at them.
"Hi guys!" she waved.
"Are you...naked?" The driver asked wide-eyed.
"No, I'm wearing tennis shoes..." Jackie laughed, heartily, just as the light changed.
I pulled off, leaving the boys gawking after us. As they caught up with us, Jackie waved at them again, turning both of their heads as they passed.
I slowed and turned into the carwash on the left.
The place was pretty crowed; the single open space was on the far end, and I pulled into it and shut the engine off.
"Okay, babe," I said, pushing the door open, "I'll get some change."
"K," she smiled back, naked from the passenger's seat.
No matter how many times we did this, I still couldn't believe it at times.
My cock throbbed in my jeans as I fed the bills into the machine for tokens.
When I got back to the stall, my jaw hit my chest, and my cock swelled hard.
My beautiful Jackie was standing by the driver's door in her tennis shoes, spray gun in hand, conversing with a youngish man dressed in jeans and a work shirt.
"Hey babe," she smiled at me, "this is Chris."
"Hi Chris," I said, offering a hand, which he took.
"Chris is in the next stall over," Jackie giggled, holding the spray gun across her breasts, pushing them together with her arms.
Looking a bit embarrassed at my arrival, but polite nonetheless, Chris smiled. "I was going to get some tokens," he began, sounding a bit shy, "and, well...I saw your wife there...."
His voice trailed off.
"He's been a perfect gentleman, haven't you Chris?" Jackie giggled again, coming to his rescue.
Twirling a strand of dark hair in her fingers while she spoke, she pulled it down to her bare shoulder. Her nipples were swollen hard, jutting straight out.
Watching my wife tease had my cock pounding in my jeans, begging for release. A quick, stolen glance at the front of Chris's jeans revealed the same.
Dropping the tokens into the timer, I stood back as the spray gun came to life in Jackie's hands. She walked around the car, her big naked tits swinging in front of her as went about spraying, as if there was nothing at all unusual about it.
"Does your wife always go naked in public?" Chris asked, sounding somewhat awed, devouring Jackie with his eyes.
"I'm not naked Chris," Jackie answered for me...holding up one foot for his benefit. "See? I'm wearing tennis shoes."
By now, her body was wet from the spray, making it shine and glisten in the stall. Her dark hair stuck to her skin in strings, and her entire aureole was swollen hard with the excitement of showing herself to a stranger.
We watched in silence, as she bent forward, sticking her bare ass out at us...periodically laying on the hood, mashing her gorgeous breasts into it.
I want so badly to touch myself.
It was obvious that Chris felt the same, as he rested one hand, seeming unconsciously, close to his crotch.
