If you read the first story, I finally got my wife to take her reluctant exhibitionism to the next level. Getting her to be more of a slut has been a dream of mine for a very long time. I can't remember ever being this horny. My wife going around, showing her stuff, and actually knowing that she was being watched while we fucked! Damn, she made a lot of cocks hard, and they were going to get off thinking about Kay (my wife's name).
"Let's go to the bachelor party," I said, "Its time to get crazy again!"
"I don't know, I kind of feel a little dirty about the whole thing. I never thought I would go so far," she said.
"Come on, ten minutes ago, you were ready for anything," I pleaded.
"Lee, a teenager just jerked off right outside our window for crying out loud!" she shot back.
"Honey, you think that was the first time someone got off thinking of you? Lets just walk around, and if you still feel the same way, then we can come back," I said trying to calm her down.
To be honest, I wanted to get her back out into the 'action', so her ego about how she turned guys would get her back on track. Combine that with the tequila's she had been drinking would do the trick!
"All right, let's just try not to get too crazy," she relented.
We stepped down from the camper, and as I was locking the door, Kay spotted the teenager hanging around a few camps over, sitting up against a parked car, and pretending not to be looking our way. Kay caught his eye and smiled at him. He kind of raised his hand in recognition of us, and Kay gave him a little wave back.
"I thought he took off," she said softly to me.
"Got off, more like it!" I joked.
"I guess. He looks like a nice kid, shy, but still curious," she thought out loud.
"Curious?"
"I bet he has never actually gotten laid before, I can just tell," she remarked.
"He looks old enough, 18 or 19 I would guess."
"A lot of boys would never admit it, but they don't 'get' as much as they like to tell everyone" she explained, "A lot of my girlfriends have told me how often they were surprised, by good looking guys between the sheets," she went on, "They have to be taught everything."
"Oh yea right, your girlfriends told you this, and I guess you have never actually had that happen to you?" I was trying to rile her up, "Come on, admit it, I bet you popped a few cherries in your time." I teased.
"I suppose, guys are always ogling me, and I used to have a liking for the 'fresh' ones," she giggled.
"Now I see where the wild side of you tonight comes from," I stated, " I don't want you to get me wrong, but it really turns me on, thinking of you getting a kid like him off, and teaching him how to be a man. If he is broken in right, he will be a good lover for many a woman for the rest of his life."
"Lee are you suggesting I take him back to the trailer and fuck him?" she shot at me.
"Why not? You could go over and ask him if he wants to be in heaven for a while. I mean, you certainly are capable of it, and it is not like you would be cheating, just the opposite, you would be doing a really nice thing for someone," I knew I was treading in dangerous territory, but I could not resist. Watching a young stud spraying his cock all over (and inside) my wife was just making my dick hard.
"Oh you are getting so bad," she protested weakly, I could see the alcohol and the sexual tension was working on what was left of her inhibitions.
"He would not even need a condom, if he really is a virgin," I reasoned, "I can't imagine he has caught anything yet!" I added.
"Lee, I am not on the pill don't forget, a kid like that would be very potent." she corrected me, "But they say the first few times the sperm count is low, so maybe it would not be such a problem," she purred.
I could see that she was getting into it, I bet his man milk was very potent, as a guy I could guess he kept his balls empty, him and his 5 fingered friend. But this risk of anything would be low, and at this point I did not really give a shit. And obviously if she is thinking about how potent his seed is, it seems that she is giving it some serious thought.
"Hey Bud," I shouted over, "What's up?" I added.
"Oh Hi, n'uthing much." he answered.
"Come on over, I'll get us a couple of beers."
"Nah, that's OK."
"Hey, come on big boy, I want to ask you something," My wife called over, "Please, just for me?"
"All right, sure," and he started to amble over, dragging his feet shyly.
I turned and went back to the trailer, and I really wanted them to be alone for a few minutes. When I went into the trailer, I watched out between the blinds and listened. The kid came over and Kay went up to him real close and said "Hi."
Kay is a very well built woman, her 38" guns, with the perpetually erect nipples, were just strutting out, and the kids was trying not to stare. She has a great figure, narrow waist and nice big ass. A black girls body, a friend once remarked to me. Her stocking legs were covered at the upper thigh by her skirt; I could not get her to wear a shorter skirt. She is only self-critical about one part of her body, and that is her legs. I don't know why, they are great, but I guess that hourglass figure and her amazing tits are so prominent, she has to give herself some kind of a hang-up!
"You don't have any beads to offer me?" Kay said to him straight out.
"Oh, ah no. I wasn't even thinking about that," he said, "Besides I only had three sets, and I gave them away."
"So you were not thinking of giving me beads for boobs?" Kay teased, "I guess you already saw more than just my boobies, when you peeked in the window," Kay mocked him.
"But that's OK, don't worry about it. I don't mind. I am more curious as to what you got for your beads? Did you like what you saw?"
"Yea, but they pulled their shirts down too fast, and sorry about the window thing, I don't know what I was thinking." he replied
"Don't worry about it, here take these, I have plenty, now you are reloaded! Maybe you can to see more...up close. I wont disappoint you, like the others. I promise," she joked
"Thanks! You don't have to, you had to show yours to get them," he said back, trying to figure out what to make of the situation.
"What do you mean?" she was prodding him
"You had to flash your chest for these, and now your are giving them away again!"
"Now, now little boy, Momma doesn't mind. How come you don't say the word?"
"What word?" He replied a little puzzled.
"What you call these puppies on my chest when I lifted my shirt," she was trying to get him to open up.
"Your boobies?" he said
"Hmmm, you said it like a mommas boy. What do the big boys call 'em?"
"Titties"
"Good boy, are you a Momma's boy?"
"NO WAY!"
"I don't know, maybe you want to have your momma teach you a few things?"
"My Mom?"
