"You mean it Sir?" Lauren inquired. "You really like seeing me fully nude in public?"
"Oh yes." I replied. "You are so fucking hot. I'd do you right here if I could."
"Oh Sir." Lauren responded, "That makes me so hot. It was all I could do - being nude in front of all of those people - to keep from squirting, but Sir, it's starting! I can't stop it! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum right here in the parking garage!"
Lauren staggered a few more steps before milk began squirting from her tits. She turned to face me as the milk gushed out of her nipples in multiple directions.
"Oh my god, Sir!" she shrieked. "This is the best one yet! Jesus Christ, I'm totally fucking nude in public and I'm cumming!"
At that point, I didn't care where I was or who might be looking. I pulled my jeans down and began masturbating furiously at the sight of my wife's impending orgasm. Lauren staggered around for a few more seconds, before dropping to her knees behind a concrete pillar. Milk was streaming from her nipples, and cum was gushing from her cunt.
"Oh fuck, Bitch!" I moaned. "Oh fuck!"
Cum shot out of my cock and landed on the concrete floor with an audible splashing sound. I groaned loudly at the pleasure of seeing my wife's own ecstasy as I savored my own first public orgasm. Spurt after spurt of cum shot from my dick as I watched my gorgeous wife squirting in all directions. I finally finished ejaculating after what seemed liked minutes, and pulled my pants back up. Lauren had dropped to her hands and knees, with her sausage-like tits dangling down, and grunted one final time as her milk ran out and her final orgasm subsided.
Lauren remained on all fours for a few minutes, catching her breath, as her dangling bratwursts jiggled from her vigorous panting. She finally looked at me and smiled.
"Oh Sir!" she burst out. "You came to me!"
"Yes Lauren." I replied. "You were so fucking hot. I couldn't help myself."
"Oh Sir, that is the best compliment anyone has ever given me!" Lauren gushed. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too." I responded. "God, you are so hot."
"Take me home." Lauren instructed, as she stood up. "Take me home and then take me to dinner and treat me like a whore. By the time we get home, I'll be ready to fuck your rocks off."
"Now that," I replied, "sounds like a plan."
Two hours later, my gorgeous wife was dressed in a cute sundress and white canvas pool shoes. Nothing fancy, but it was a look that really turned me on. I was going to try and help her feel some sort of humiliation, so this was her way of getting me hot in the process. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do, as it was very difficult for me to humiliate her now that I genuinely loved her. I had my work cut out for me, for certain!
We arrived at a fairly trendy nightspot, that incorporated both food and drink in a mixed atmosphere. and were promptly seated near the bar. I noticed two men who kept staring at Lauren; nodding and whispering. I assumed they recognized her and paid them no attention. Big mistake on my part!
The waitress took our orders, and Lauren excused herself to use the restroom. It was at this point, that I realized the pair were now eyeing me, and I began to feel a little uncertain. Certainty was confirmed, however, as my wife returned from the restroom.
The two men walked in front of her and blocked her passage.
"Hey there, Sexy Bitch." one of them said, as he approached her from the front.
The other was moving to a position behind her and I immediately sensed a trap. I stood to assist my wife but banged my knee on the table, causing me to wince and rub it for a few seconds. It was in that ensuing few seconds, that I would finally understand just what Lauren and I really had.
"Don't call me that!" Lauren responded defiantly. "My name is Lauren!"
Mr. Walk-around suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, allowing the other punk to approach her unchallenged. He reached out and squeezed my wife's tits through her sundress and smiled.
"Damn, those feel nice!" he exclaimed. "I think I want to see them too!"
Lauren squirmed, but the man behind her held her tightly, as the other jerk lifted her sundress up and pulled it over her head, stripping her bare in front of everyone. She was not wearing anything underneath it, and gasps from other patrons went up as Lauren's dress was cast to one side leaving her fully nude, except for her white canvas pool shoes.
I'll have to admit, my unclothed wife looked hot as hell, and I knew this was humiliation I could never dream of giving her myself, but this was my wife after all and I wasn't about to let someone else squeeze her freaky little titties without my permission. I regained my composure and headed for the guy who was busy fondling Lauren's bratwursts in front of the entire establishment.
"God damn!" he exclaimed, as his fingers busily kneaded Lauren's tattooed tits, "these things are really soft and squishy!"
"Get your hands off my wife!" I snarled, as I grabbed him and violently threw him several feet down the aisle.
Adrenaline kicked in, and I was loaded for bear as he picked himself up.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he roared.
At this point, Lauren stomped on Mr. Walk-around's right foot. He yelped and turned her loose, which turned out to be a huge mistake. She pushed him back and slipped her shoes off, leaving her totally nude. I marveled at her beautiful, unclothed body, but had no time to analyze why she did what she had just done. It would be obvious in a few seconds, but for now, I had my hands full with my own adversary.
He looked around and grabbed a bottle of beer from a nearby table and smashed it, leaving a jagged and potentially deadly, weapon. I had taken tae kwon do for a few months several years back, and instinct reflexively kicked in. As he swung the broken bottle at me, I moved out of the way and positioned myself for his next move, which was to swipe in the opposite direction. I blocked his forearm with my own and brought my other arm across my chest, snapping his radius and ulna with an audible crack.
The man screamed in agony and dropped the broken bottle, allowing me to continue the move. I pivoted around and twisted his wrist upwards as I pulled his arm downward as I stood up. The result was a broken elbow, and the already-broken bones of his radius and ulna popped through the skin. He passed out from the pain and fell to the floor.
I turned to assist my wife, and was amazed to see her launch off the floor to a height of about three feet. She spun around in a viscous flying back kick; her right heel catching her adversary across the cheek. He went down like a sack of flour.
"Nice shot, Babe!" I burst out.
A round of applause erupted from the other patrons and staff. Lauren bowed slightly to the fallen man and her boobs dangled briefly, before she brought her left foot up against her right calf, before planting it back firmly on the floor and taking a defensive stance. I immediately recognized the showy move as tae kwon do. It was abundantly obvious that my wife was skilled in that martial art; far more so than myself, and I wondered why she had allowed me to humiliate her early on, instead of kicking my ass. I would learn the answer to that question later on, but at the moment, I was still marveling at her performance, as well as her bare body.
"Thank you, Sir." Lauren finally responded.
She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was still completely nude, and made no immediate effort to put her clothes back on. She seemed to be very comfortable in front of everyone, and the fact that she didn't have any clothes on didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, it appeared to be quite the opposite. She seemed to delight in her public nudity so I didn't bother to remind her that she was still fully nude in a public establishment.
"Are you okay?" I inquired.
"Yes Sir." she replied with a smile. "I can handle myself."
"I can see that!" I burst out. "Damn!"
"You seem to have done alright yourself, Sir." Lauren said with a tinge of amusement to her voice. "That ass hat is going to need some major surgery on his arm."
At that point, her own adversary stirred and tried to get up.
"Stay down!" Lauren ordered.
The man ignored her and continued to try and stand. Lauren swept his feet, and he fell back to the floor with a loud grunt.
"I said, stay down!" Lauren repeated firmly.
The man seemed desperate, and made the mistake of trying to regain his footing once again. Lauren hiked her left knee, launched herself vertically, and brought her right foot directly into the idiot's groin with all of her force. He hit the polished concrete floor like a ton of bricks, cupping his balls and moaning loudly, but yet tried once more, to get to his feet.
"For the third time." Lauren said forcefully. "Stay down! PLEEEASE."
The man nodded and dropped back to floor.
"You were great!" I complimented my unclothed wife, as I put my arms around her, and Lauren smiled broadly.
"Thank you, Sir."
She finally retrieved her sundress and put it back on, just as three uniformed officers burst through the door. By the time time they reached us, Lauren had the dress back on and was slipping her shoes on as well.
"What's going on here?" one of the officers demanded.
"Those two," I stated, pointing to the pair laying on the floor, "stripped my wife and sexually assaulted her. Then they physically assaulted us; that one with a broken bottle trying to kill me, and we defended ourselves. There are about fifty people here who will corroborate that."
"Damn right I will!" a deep male voice burst out.
"Me too!" chimed in another, and another and yet another.
At that point the waitress appeared with a tray on her shoulder.
"Your prime rib is ready." she said with a slight tone of trepidation to her voice. "I hope you've worked up an appetite."
*
"Oh my god!" I burst out, as we got into the car. "That was so fucking hot, to see you stripped bare, and wearing nothing but those canvas shoes. You are so fucking hot, Lauren!"
"Thank you, Sir." she replied with a smile. "I'm glad I turn you on."
"You always turn me on." I responded. "And the freakier you get, the hotter you get in my eyes."
Lauren grinned.
"Good to know! You know, I almost came when that fucker squeezed my tits. Being stripped like that in front of all of those people was hot in and of itself, but then getting my titties squeezed, it was all I could do to keep from squirting from both ends."
"Just hold it until we get home!" I cautioned. "I've got a load for you too!"
