I love my wife very much. I would do anything for her (short of permanently hurting or killing someone but everything else is fair game). My wife loves to make me do things that put me outside of my comfort zone, especially when it comes to sex and sexually provocative situations.
One day we were driving north on I75 through central KY on our way home from visiting some family. It was a very nice day in early summer and my wife had me drive nude as she loves to do as often as she can. She loves seeing me try to hide myself when we go past vehicles that sit higher than ours and the other drivers can see me naked. This was back when we had an F150 so it was usually the big trucks that I was worried about (now we have a crossover that sits lower so it's even more embarrassing). She would always tell me to slow down, or speed up, so the big rig would be along side of us for a while in the hope that the driver would look over. When they did she would make sure to point to me and let them know I am naked. It's certainly a bit exciting but very humiliating when they see me. But I love my wife.
As we were driving just north of Lexington my wife spotted a couple of bikers on the side of the road on the south-bound side. They were pretty good-sized black guys and were riding nice highway cruiser-type bikes. My wife said "they might need help. Turn around and let's go see if they need anything." Being the good samaritan that I am (and because my wife told me to), I said, "ok, I'll turn around at the next interchange", which was about a mile up the road.
As we pulled off and turned left to go get on the south-bound side I told my wife I was going to pull over and put some clothes on. She said, "no, I want you to stay naked and see what the bikers have to say about a old naked white guy driving down the freeway." My wife loves to put me in compromising situations, especially out in public, so I knew I was not going to be able to talk her out of it.
So we headed southbound and about a mile and a half later came to where the bikers where parked on the shoulder of the freeway. I pulled up about 50 feet or so behind them and put the truck in park. My wife opened the passenger door and stood just outside of the truck and yelled up, "do you guys need any help?" They both walked up to the truck on the passenger side to talk with us. My level of humiliation skyrocketed as they got closer.