Saturday: I told Angela we should ask friends and coworkers for advice about anal sex before we actually tried it the next weekend. She was hesitant. I explained, "Darling, it isn't necessarily for the advice. It's the excitement of telling someone and having them know you're so sexy. It's not showing your breasts or butt to strangers; it's showing your nature to people you know."
She nodded, "It does sound exciting! It will be hard, but I'll try it."
"Let's each try three people sometime this week. You can tell them I asked you to do it and you want to please me, but you're scared, or something like that, if you want."
"Are you going to tell your friends that I asked you to do it?"
"Hah," I laughed. Then, "Maybe I will. I want them to know you're a hot, sexy slut for me."
"Jeepers! This is all so embarrassing! And exciting." She tilted her head down, opened her lips, and looked at me with wide eyes. Holding my gaze, she reached up under her skirt. When I saw her hand again, she was holding a shiny wet forefinger out toward me. "See what it's doing to me?" She reached toward my face, "Can you smell it?"
I lunged forward and captured her finger with my lips, "Mmmm, delicious!"
Sunday: I went through Angela's clothes drawer and threw away all her bras. I loved watching her breasts move freely under her tops, and I wanted her always to be on display sexually.
Monday: We practiced having Angela deep throat my dick. That led to something else fun. We also rimmed each other, after both of us wore the anal plugs all day.
Tuesday: We stepped up to the next size anal plugs.
Wednesday: When I picked her up from work she had an extra sparkle in her eye.
"I did it!" She said.
"What?"
"I asked Donna, Becky and Cathy about butt sex."
"How'd it go?"
"Donna thinks you're abusive and controlling."
"What!"
"At lunch Cathy asked me if I had stopped wearing bras, and I told her you threw them all away. That opened the door to talk about sex stuff. Cathy said I looked cute without a bra on, but Donna sincerely told me I don't need to do everything you tell me to. That's when I asked them about the butt sex.
"I had to tell Donna three times that I want to try. I asked her if she ever had and she said no, and she never would, it's just too nasty. Becky said she and her boyfriend tried it a few times, mostly because he really wanted to, that it hurt every time, and that he keeps asking or even trying, but she never wants to do it again.
"Cathy was just sitting there quiet, but then she said she had done it, and that she liked it a lot."
"Jim fucks Cathy's butt?"
"No. She said she did it with a boyfriend years ago. She said it took a few tries to get it right, but she loved it. She wishes Jim were interested in her butt, then she said she really liked having it licked, that I should get you to do that. She said, 'get him to toss your salad!' I guess that's one thing they call it. I told her we've tried that, and that I lick your bottom too. Donna said we were both disgusting and went back to work. Becky actually seemed intrigued by the licking idea. Cathy said, 'Tell him to worship your ass! Say you want to sit on his face. Your ass is like a postage stamp: you have to lick it before you stick it.' The rest of the afternoon, Cathy kept looking at me. When she'd catch my eye, she'd poke her tongue out at me.
"I'm so hot and wet, darling! I just want to go home and -- you know -- and this isn't even the way home! Where are we going?"
I was taking a freeway onramp when she asked. "Just going for a ride, with your tits out, please. Take your top off?"
"You're such a tease! My panties are all wet already," she said, taking her top off, "and look, my nipples are poking right out." They sure were. "No, don't look! You have to watch where you're going."
"I'll keep my mind on my driving, mostly. Open the glove box." I had bought a new vibrator and put it there for her to find. "I want you to have an orgasm while we drive."
She flipped her skirt up and slid her panties off. It only took her moments to understand how the rechargeable device worked and apply it effectively to her pussy.
I concentrated on driving, mostly, including putting us in the center lane so I could match speeds with cars or trucks, allowing the driver to see Angela's beautiful breasts, her facial expressions while she pleasured herself, or her thighs and the hand working between them.
The mental stimulation and the effective vibrator quickly brought her to fever pitch. She moaned with her head lifted, her eyes closed and her hand working between her legs.
I put us right beside a big crew cab pickup full of construction workers, matched speeds, then sped up and slowed down repeatedly. Not a dangerous move, but one that soon caught the driver's attention. I saw his expression change when he realized what Angela was up to. I set the cruise control. Soon four sets of appreciative eyes were enjoying some aspect of Angela's performance.
Her chest flushed, her nipples hardened like little love bullets, her legs jerked up, down, together, apart, and her belly muscles clenched and rolled while the vibrator buzzed on. Finally she pulled the vibrator away and turned it off, her legs splayed apart. I tapped her arm. She opened her eyes. I pointed out the window.
Behind the driver of the crew cab, two of the construction workers were staring at her. When she looked, they gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up and applause.
Angela's first response was to cover her breasts with her hands, but quickly she smiled and instead, cupped them upward and turned toward the window to present them to her audience.
I accelerated ahead of the truck and took the next off-ramp. We were about twenty miles from home in an area of gas stations and fast food places. I had to pull over for a minute. My dick was rock-hard, my heart was racing, and my hands were shaking.
I got Angela's top and draped it on her. Then I gave her a big, open mouthed kiss.
"Gosh, that was exciting," I said. "Tell me the truth, did it make it better?"
"Make it better? To have those guys looking at me, wanting me, knowing how naughty I am? I could cum again just thinking about them."
"What if you were riding in that truck with them? And they were touching you everywhere with their rough, dirty hands? Putting their dicks in you, fucking your mouth, your pussy, and your ass?"
"Oh gosh! Don't talk about it. I'm yours. I only want your dick in me, only yours."
I grabbed the vibrator where it lay on the seat between us, switched it on, and slid it between her legs to touch against her clit. "What if I wanted you to, Angela? What if I told you to get in that truck and do everything I just said."
"Jeepers!" She was squirming and writhing, humping up at the vibrator. "I wouldn't want to, but I'd do it. You'd keep my clothes and make me get in the truck with them. You'd tell me to suck all their cocks and let them fuck me. I'd say no! I only want you, but you'd insist."
I reached over with my other hand and put two fingers at the entrance to her pussy. It was dripping and wide open. I pressed them all the way in and began to rub them on the front inside her. I said, "They'd pinch your nipples and grab your breasts with their big fingers, pull your hair, and slap your ass until it was red."
