Fortunately for those of us who feel a predilection for exhibiting our passion to strangers, there exist ways of doing so that are as satisfying to "lookers" as well as to "lookees." We have become very experienced in sensing those around us who would welcome a "show" and adept at inducing such an event to occur.
For example: One time when Rox accompanied me on a business trip we stayed in a really nice hotel. I forget what kind of a convention it was, but something unrelated to our visit had nearly filled the hotel with well dressed business men. Since nothing turns Rox on more than a good looking man in fine clothes, I knew that she would be up for some "extra special" fun.
The best thing about this hotel was the great facilities with which to relax. They had a great exercise room and sauna next to the pool and jacuzzi. We decided to take advantage of the pool before dinner on our first evening at the hotel. Upon arriving at the pool area Rox noticed that the exercise room was full of sweaty men working out on the machines. I was slipping into the jacuzzi before I noticed that Rox had only removed her shirt.
Smiling widely she said, "I think I'll go pump a little iron before I get wet."
With that I watched her trot off toward the glass fronted room wearing nothing but the shortest shorts she owned, the skimpiest bikini top allowed by law, and a tiny towel she had draped around her neck. Needless to say the exercise room nearly came to a standstill when she walked in, and from my vantage point I was able to observe the discreet and not-so-discreet looks she was getting from all the men. Rox's first choice of exercise equipment was the stationary bike, and the only one that was unoccupied was situated between two others that were being used. On one of them was a guy that Rox usually would not look at twice, but on the other was a guy who was definitely Rox's type: handsome, well-groomed, and friendly. They smiled at each other as Rox mounted her bike and began to pedal.
The bike may have been defective, because Rox could not seem to set a comfortable drag on the machine and appeared frustrated. Seeing her battle, the good-looking man next to her chivalrously left his machine to come to her aid, having to reach between her legs to adjust the knob. Many of the other men watched enviously as the man struggled with the knob. Soon there were men all around her trying to fix the bike. Rox shot me a glance through the window as if to confirm our secret knowledge of the sexy game she was playing.
Finally, one of the men offered Rox the bike he was using. Rox graciously declined but then proceeded to try out almost every other piece of equipment in there, seeking advice and instructions from any interested man that was close by. I could see how they were all eyeing her scantily clad form, so I was not surprised that when she finished her short workout and left the exercise room, four or five of them followed suit. I noticed that they paid a great deal of attention to Rox as she entered the jacuzzi area and slid the shorts down her thighs to reveal the tiny cloth that covered her lower charms as she prepared to enter the tub. As Rox slipped into the hot bubbly water I kidded her about the scene she had caused in the exercise room. She laughed and said something about how friendly people were around "these parts."
Within ten minutes four of them had gone upstairs, changed into trunks, and come back down to the pool area "coincidentally" ready for a dip in the jacuzzi themselves. Two of them who knew each other already were conversing as they waded into the small pool. Rox had been sitting across from me and slid toward me, though not next to me, on the bench as the men entered the tub. Both of us knew that there would be more fun if we did not let on right away that we were together. By the time the other two men were in the tub there was almost no room to move without bumping someone else. The water was very soothing and all of us were relaxing as the sun slowly went down and the pool lights came on.
In the soft glow of twilight Rox looked exceptionally beautiful. With the lively conversation that the two friends had started interspersed with jokes and merry laughing, it was easy for everyone to join in, and of course the men continuously addressed their attention to Rox. It was well into this conversing that it came out that Rox and I were married. When one of the more boisterous guys asked Rox if she felt strange being the only woman in the tub, she said no because I was there to protect her. I joked, "Yeah, but who's gonna protect you from me?" Everybody laughed and I added that if I knew Rox, she wouldn't ask to be protected from five good-looking men. That definitely sent the message out that I was not the jealous type. It also opened the door to more suggestive conversation, including how much fun sex can be in a jacuzzi.
With further conversation about the great sensations of the jacuzzi, Rox mentioned that she would like to feel a jet on her to massage her back. Instantly she had three offers from the men sitting near the jets to let her use theirs.
All eyes were on Rox as she rose and waded across the tub to squeeze in between two of the strangers. The water barely covered her hips and the cooler air (or maybe the excitement of being nearly naked in the jaccuzi with so many men) had her nipples poking provocatively through the wet fabric that barely contained them.
It was truly exciting to see Rox sink into the bubbles with men all around her, knowing that she was having alot of contact with them, feeling their hands and hairy thighs against her silky flesh. Of course, the conversation then turned to the efficiency of each of the the jacuzzi's indivdual jets, with invitations to Rox to try each one. I was getting a boner as Rox moved from between one pair of men to another.
Someone brought up the merits of a good sauna and Rox expressed regret that the women's sauna was out of order. I knew she was making this information up since she had never been in the women's locker room. Someone picked up the bait, however, and suggested that it would be okay for her to use the men's sauna.
"The only thing is, though, that I hate to wear anything in there," Rox said.
"Well we won't mind!" someone blurted out, causing a big round of laughter. I found my cock thickening at the thought of the men looking at Rox's naked body.
Rox pretended to take it all a little more seriously though and said, "Really? But don't you think the management might get upset if they find a woman in the men's locker room?"
"How are they gonna know?" another one said, all smiles. "Look - the exercise room is empty. The sauna's probably empty, too."
