She really did. This time Marcia went too far. Way too far.
Marcia – my wife of three years – is a fun loving girl. She likes to laugh and dance, is always the life and soul of the party and revels in being the centre of attention. With a shock of silver blonde hair and a voluptuous, killer body, she will always wear the most revealing clothes she can get away with. But revealing clothes will only make a woman more alluring; more of a temptation to men and Marcia is certainly no exception in this case. The only difference is that Marcia will often play to her audience and allow a little more of herself to be viewed than might be considered appropriate. Yes, that's right, my wife is a flasher!
Not that it bothers me at all. I've never been the jealous type and the idea of other men being able to see little glimpses of my wife will always turn me on – especially when I know that the main prize is mine! But at a party recently Marcia surpassed all her other exploits – and then some!
The party had been a good one. Lots of booze, lots of dancing and lots of laughing. As usual, by the early hours, Marcia had consumed a quite substantial quantity of alcohol and, after returning from the bathroom, I found her gyrating wildly to very loud music with some young guy that I'd not seen before. I stood back against the make-shift bar and watched her for a few minutes. Her blonde hair looked wild and unkempt as she twisted and contorted her body to the booming music. She wore a simple dark coloured dress and having not bothered with any underwear at all, I knew that it covered only her naked body. As she twirled manically it was clearly possible to see the swell of a naked breast from the side of her dress and from the look of excitement on her young dance partners face, I guessed that he had been flashed on more than one occasion.
As Marcia saw me at the bar she smiled and sashayed over towards me leaving the young man with a look of rejection on his face. In a way I felt a little sorry for the guy – he presumably anticipated seeing a lot more of my wife.
"Hi baby!" Marcia gasped exhaustedly as she finally arrived at my side. She leaned into me and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "You having a good time?"
"Sure." I replied with a smile. "You look like you're having fun too!"
I nodded in the direction of her previous dancing partner. Marcia shrugged.
"Oh, you know, he's nice but a little young."
"Looks to me like you got him a bit hot and bothered!"
"Well," Marcia looked sheepishly at me, "I did let him grab my ass once or twice while we were dancing. But no more than that!" She added quickly.
I laughed. Marcia knows how I feel about her flirting but I just like to confirm my approval every now and then. I checked my watch and tried to stifle a yawn.
"Time to go?" Marcia asked.
I smiled again. "Yeah. I guess. Do you mind?"
She kissed me again, on the lips this time and I felt her tongue snake into my mouth. I pulled her tightly towards me and let my hands rest on her covered behind. As she broke the embrace her hand grasped mine and suddenly she was leading me out into the warm night air.
The taxi ride home was long and slow and, due to my tiredness, I must have drifted off to sleep. I could feel Marcia's warm body against mine as fleeting dreams began to waft over me.
I must have slept for over an hour because the next thing I can remember was the sound of Marcia's and the cab drivers voice as they infiltrated my subconscious. I knew that I should waken, that we must be home, but something deep inside me told me to open my eyes only a crack and remain where I was. I half expected Marcia to shake me awake and tell me that we were back home but, as the minutes passed and their conversation continued, I could tell that there was something going on.
Very slowly and very carefully I let my eyes open a fraction. I was actually awake now and was well aware that my wife was once again flirting. Marcia was sitting back against the vinyl seat and idly toying with the spaghetti strap at the top of her tight dress.
"Don't worry," I heard her purr to the driver, "I'm not trying to avoid paying the fare. I just though maybe I could brighten up your night!"
The driver grunted something back in a thick accented voice and turned in his seat. Just as his head appeared over the top, Marcia laughed and pulled the top of her dress right down and exposed her breasts!
For a few seconds the taxi was silent. Nobody spoke and all I could hear was Marcia's short breathing.
"Don't you like them?" She asked suddenly with a grin.
The driver suddenly let out a long, whistling breath.
"Oh baby!" He exclaimed. "You got great tits!"
I smiled inwardly and knew that Marcia was beginning to enjoy herself. But there was something in her voice as she spoke which made me think that this situation was a little different from the other times she had flashed. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the young man earlier that had got her hornier than she had let on to me. Or maybe it was the fact that she thought I was asleep. Whatever it was, it appeared to me that my little slut of a wife was prepared to go a little further than just flashing her tits!
"Wanna touch?" She suddenly asked in that little girl voice that she does so well.
The driver seemed to be taken aback by Marcia's forwardness for just a moment but then I heard him gulp and, through the slits in my eyes, saw him nod his head vigorously. Marcia sighed as she lay back in her seat. Her hands fell to her sides to expose her upper body completely as the driver leaned further over. I heard her moan softly as his rough hands made contact with her breasts and saw her eyes close as he began to circle her stiffened nipples with his fingers.
The cabbie licked his lips as he continued to feel my wife up. His face was spilt into a kind of manic grin, doubtless hardly believing his good fortune, when he suddenly seemed to remember that there was a third person in his vehicle.
"What about him?" The driver drawled pointing in my direction.
"He can sleep for hours, baby!" Marcia replied. "Don't worry, he won't wake up."
Now I knew that she was definitely up to something and that it was likely she would get what she wanted. As I continued to feign sleep, the driver carefully extricated himself from the front of the vehicle and joined my wife on the back seat. Immediately he was inside his hungry lips sought out Marcia's hard, pointed nipples. I could hear him greedily sucking on the little buds as his hands cupped them. Marcia was moaning softly in her throat and wriggling herself in the seat. I wasn't quite sure what she was trying to do until I began to see the tops of her thighs come into view and realised that she was trying to shimmy the dress up to her waist and thereby expose her pussy.
The taxi driver soon cottoned on to what she was doing as well and sat back to view my wife's moist vagina as she spread her legs open for him.
"Hey, no panties!" he exclaimed as Marcia displayed her wet gash. "My kinda woman!"
"Go down on me! Marcia gasped, almost begging. "Eat my pussy, baby!"