Dusty's husband had a nine to five white collar job that more than paid the bills and provided the good things in life for his family, he was also a bit of a handyman and tinkerer as well as his wife's voyeur.
He had spent a few evenings in his shop getting the cameras in Dusty's Jeep ready for her beach adventure. One he embedded on an easy-to-carry beach chair. The other he blended into the side of a small cooler hidden behind an octopus sticker. He wanted to see from her point of view, guys gawked at his exposed wife.
The next morning he placed his beach chair in the living room to demonstrate how it would all work. Then showed her how and where to set her chair with the cooler next to her beach lounger to video her admirers.
Telling her when they get there he will drop off his chair first, leave his towel, and go do a walk down the beach. All she had to do was set herself up and position herself about forty feet away facing his chair and he would take care of turning on the cameras. Then telling her the show would be up to her.
She giggled at the thought of it, being on a different beach, with different people and free to be uninhabited.
Making a plan for them to arrive an hour or so before the crowds. Using the 12th Street parking garage, three blocks from South Beach.
Their plan was set for the weekend.
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The morning of her South Beach adventure Dusty came out of the bedroom wearing a white lace cover-up over her tiny microstring bikini, "what's that for?" her husband asked her.
"Well if we stop and grab a bite, I can't wear this bikini into any restaurant. There is nothing to it!"
He gave her a look, and she realized the cover-up wasn't what he wanted her to wear, so she took it off, "I am at least taking it just in case!"
He smiled checking out his wife in the tiny lite teal bikini, the top triangles were adequate to conceal her nipples, maybe a little more. But the bottoms were just a tiny patch of material in the front to cover her slit, the rest of the bottoms consist of a bunch of strings that tied on the sides high on her hips.
"Now that's what a slutty wife is supposed to look like!" He grinned at her giving her a kiss, then grabbed her beach bag and headed out to the Jeep.
"Are you ever going to let me wear clothes again outside the house?" She giggled.
He smiled at her, "As little as possible, I think it is the new standard baby!" He loved the obvious imprint of her hard nipples against the cheap thin Chinese-made garment.
She followed him out the door, only to be greeted by Frank tinkering with his boat in the driveway next to theirs, "Damn Dusty, why even wear those strings, you're not covering enough of that hot body of yours to even matter!"
"Oh Mr. Frank, you know I can't just ride around naked, I'll get in trouble. But I do feel damn near naked in it! Do you like it?" She did a turn for him showing off her bare ass and jiggling "C" cup tits, pushing her thick red hair back over her shoulders to give him an unobstructed view.
He laughed, "Girlie, if I was younger I'd tear that thing up!" He gawked at her practically bare backside, her swaying side boobs, unsupported by the tiny top.
"If you were younger, I might let you! Maybe one day you can take me fishing g in the boat you are always working on?" She waved goodbye, watching the big grin on his face.
"What's the umbrella for?" She asked him, looking in the back of the Jeep.
"That's for you to lay under, and shield you from the lifeguards and bit if necessary," he replied.
He cranked up her Jeep and adjusted the Jeep camera. Then he checked the view on his app on his phone. "Damn, you are a walking wet dream baby!" Then they headed to the Interstate.
Dusty grabbed the side suicide strap hanging from the roll bar, she leaned the seat back a bit and then put her arms over her head to allow voyeurs an unobstructed view of her barely covered body.
"How's that?" She asks her husband.
"Almost!" He grins moving the narrow strip of material over a bit to expose a hint of her lite pink areola to him.
Driving South on 95 he looks for trucks to show off his sexy wife too.
She gets several horn honks and airhorn blasts, waving and smiling back, enjoying the attention.
When he takes I-195 off I-95 she knows they are headed to South Beach, knowing can't go topless on Miami Beach so that has to be the destination.
They then took 41st Ave. towards the beach, Dusty had a huge grin on her face as she rode practically naked through Miami Beach, then on to A1A headed south. Dusty still getting yells, waves, and thumbs up being on display like she was in her open Jeep with no doors or top.
Pulling into Pelican Garage between 10th and 11th, a few blocks west from the beach, he had to drive to the second level to park. He was still staring at his wife's exposed body. He pulled the cover-up out of her bag while she was getting out leaving it in the back of the Jeep, making sure there was no way she would be able to hide her body.
"I'll carry everything, you just grab your soda cooler and bag with the towel and lotions. You hang out on the trail once we get to the beach and I'll set everything up. I want to follow you until we get there, I got this new camera I want to try out!" Holding up a slender Bzzcam, it looks like a remote control for a TV. "I'm still learning how it works!"
"Shouldn't I put on my cover-up walking the streets, I mean I am practically naked, I don't want the cops to say anything!"
He laughed, "Stop being a scaredy cat, you look fine, very fine as a matter of fact!"
She just laughed, "I feel naked, not that I don't like it, it feels awesome being so underdressed and exposed, it's just usually in my Jeep. I just don't want to get arrested! Remember I'm new to all this public exposure stuff!"
"Well, you do look almost naked and you are rocking it, just strut your stuff baby, let's get you to the beach!" He pointed to the stairs, turned on his new small handheld camera stuffing it in his waistband pointed at her. He followed her watching her bare back and ass wiggling in front of him.
He was a bit amazed at her side boobs swaying as he walked to her right a few feet behind her. If it weren't for the thin string across her back one would think she was completely topless.
Following her out onto A1A, she grinned looking back at him, she did a slow turn showing off even more of her exposed side boob and almost bare body. Then she headed towards 10th Street to cross A1A to the beach. He stays back just far enough to video her and catch people gawking at her body.
He laughed hearing guys offering her a ride in their vehicles as she headed toward the beach crossing. Even a guy on a crotch rocket wanted her to climb on the back of his bike.
The thought of Dusty bent forward showing the thin string running over her asshole exposed to whoever was behind her make him stir a bit.
She laughed and waved crossing Ocean Court and headed to Ocean Drive, to the park before where the beach trail was located.
Stopping to cross at Ocean Drive she smiled at people watching her both on the street and in vehicles on the busy street. Even though she wasn't naked, it still made her a bit excited to be so exposed on a public street walking among shoppers and tourists. Her husband is close behind her videoing the entire walk.
