I have encouraged my wife Celeste in exhibitionist activities for the entire 20 years that we have been married. In the early years of our marriage, she didn't need much encouragement. She was fairly freewheeling in that we had sex in public places, she would change clothes in the car on the Interstate, flash truckers and so forth. And, our sex life was phenomenal.
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Over the years though, she has come to see herself as much less attractive and has much more reservation about such activities. I still think she is as beautiful and sexy as ever. In fact, she has an aura of sexuality about her that is quite intense. Physically, she is small in stature, under five feet tall and has great tits with huge aerolas. In bed, she is incredible. After 20 years of marriage, she is still much tighter than most women and when she turns it on, it is awesome.
In recent years, though she has rebuffed most of my efforts to get her to participate in exhibitionism. She has also adamantly rebuffed any ideas at adding a third party to our sex life for lite sexual activities. Things were definitely headed in a more conservative direction with each passing year.
Last week, we were on vacation at a resort hotel on the beautiful Gulf of Mexico in Panama City, Florida. This hotel is well known for it's party life, especially during Spring Break and motorcycle rallies during the spring and fall. During our visit, it was fairly tame, with the exception of Friday and Saturday night. On these nights the Tiki Bar attracted new guests for the weekend and nearby vacationers by the droves.
Our room was ocean front, which put us right on the sidewalk that acted as the main thoroughfare for people walking to and stumbling from the Tiki Bar. Celeste and I sat on the little stoop outside our room, talking and just watching the passers by.
On Saturday evening as I sat outside the room, watching the activities, Celeste came and sat out with me, wearing a pair of shorts and a tight tee shirt with no bra. Nothing overt at all and I didn't expect anything more than this small step.
At one point, I had gone into the room for something. After about a half hour, I came back outside, to find that Celeste had moved. She was no longer sitting on the stoop, but had moved about 10 feet further out on the sidewalk to a picnic table. She had made this move to enable her to speak to the guests on the balcony above our first floor room.
Earlier in the week, the room above us had been occupied by a couple with a cute little dog. Now as I walked out to my wife, I noticed that there were two young studs wearing LSU gear hanging over the balcony talking with my wife. As I approached, Celeste looked at me and in a voice loud enough for the guys to hear said, "Honey, these guys just invited me up to their room."
I am still not sure what she wanted to happen when she said that. The guys were a little taken back. I, on the other hand decided to play a bit. I said, "They did." Then I looked at them and asked, "What did you want her in your room for?"