This story is about a shared wife and contains group sex and anal sex, if any of those topics offend you, do yourself a favor and read no further. Critics of my writing or storytelling are welcome and appreciated and will remain on the board, criticism of the content will be removed.
Jill (my wife) and I were naive, I had had sex with maybe twenty different girls through high school and college most around my age, as is typical for young adults. Jill however was raised in a very conservative religious home, wasn't allowed to date until she was 18, and had never been on a solo date until our first one together our junior year in college. She is actually a year older than me, owing to the fact I graduated high school early. I spent my first two years in a fraternity. I jokingly say she spent her first three in the library. Honestly, she had the same dorm room and roommate her first three years, our senior year we shared a one-room efficiency apartment off-campus. She still hangs out with her roommate Tami frequently, having a girl's night at least once a month and lunch every Sunday.
Tami was the sweet, and cute, chubby girl in college and to my knowledge had never had a steady boyfriend until two years ago when she started dating the basketball coach at the high school where she teaches. He always struck me as more a wrestler than a round-baller in that he is only about 5'8" (173 cm.) tall but rock-solid, he competes in fitness competitions and looks it. When they began dating Tami started going to the gym with him and now looks like a fitness model herself.
As she became more fit she started wearing more revealing attire, I try not to look but when she comes over wearing tights her ass and legs are difficult not to stare at, and when she is facing me with her meaty camel toe I often have to leave the room to adjust the boner she has given me. Jill thanks it is hilarious and chides me about it as soon as Tami leaves. Tami had confided in her that Coach had pushed her to dress more provocatively and show off her gorgeous figure, she was reluctant at first but when she finally did the attention she received was intoxicating and she was hooked. Although I have yet to be the beneficiary of her exhibitionism Jill would share all the sordid details: Flashing truck drivers, or walking along the balcony of the mall in short skirts with no panties, trying on shoes in that same outfit, even entering, and winning, an amateur night at the local strip club. But Tami's exhibitionism that got us in trouble was the pizza dare. I had no idea what a pizza dare was and neither did Jill. She acted like she knew what Tami was talking about when told the story and couldn't wait to tell me so I could enlighten her, since I didn't know, we did what everybody does when they are ready to learn we googled it.
Watching the videos online and thinking about Tami doing it got us both extremely hot and we ended up fucking right there in front of the computer Jill bouncing on my lap as we watched. We found one where the girl let the delivery guy fondle her tits. When Jill saw that she shuddered in orgasm while moaning, "that is so fucking hot." She kept riding me and when the next video came on and the girl bent over so the delivery guy could fuck her Jill screamed out as her whole body shook and I blasted a load deep into her. We both agreed that was over-the-top, shut off the computer, and went to bed for another round.
About six months ago after hearing so many tales of Tami's exploits, I started asking Jill to dress more revealing when we went out and to engage in some of the voyeuristic activities that Tami did. She would always say, "maybe in the right circumstances," which never happened, until three weeks ago, we were on vacation in Mexico at Playa Del Carmen, and I went down early to reserve a cabana near the adults-only pool. With no kids of our own, and Jill a schoolteacher, the last thing we wanted to be around when on vacation is someone else's kids. I set us up with towels and tipped the concierge and headed off to meet Jill for the breakfast buffet. Knowing that I would be in the pool all day drinking I wanted to start off with a full stomach.
I almost spit out my mimosa when Jill walked in, she was wearing a gauzy cover-up with a plunging neckline and a lacy trim as she walked past the windows the morning sun behind her illuminated a silhouette that made it appear she was nude beneath the diaphanous garment. I asked if she was naked beneath the wrap and with a sly grin she asked, "would you like it if I were?"
"Yes, yes I would very much." That was my reply.
In response, she looked around to make sure no one was watching and pulled on her neckline to flash a bare tit. We finished breakfast in record time and went back to our suite. I had not even closed the door and she was bent over the arm of the sofa exposing her bare butt and dripping pussy. No foreplay was needed, I dropped my swim trunks to my ankles and buried my cock balls deep in the initial thrust. She shivered and squirted for the first time in her life. I would like to say I fucked her for hours, but I probably didn't take ten strokes before I emptied a nut in her.
Afterward I went down to the pool and napped on the lounge, while Jill cleaned up only to join an hour or so later. She was wearing a sarong which hung loosely around her was a beautiful floral pattern in cobalt and teal. Held to the sum it was transparent, but with the sun overhead, it was difficult to tell whether she had anything on beneath it. Her exposed bikini top had more the appearance of two postage stamps than of an actual bikini. She nudged me awake and asked if there was room for one more. I quickly slid over, patted the space beside me, and said, "please join me."
Before she raised a knee to crawl into the cabana, she tugged at the knot securing the sarong and let it fall to the pavement. I believe the Wicked Weasel tag contained more material than the bottoms. She had shaved all her pubic hair and the hood of her clit was visible with each movement. I promptly placed a towel over my lap to hide my budding arousal.
"Nice bikini, where did you get it?"
"I ordered it online to surprise you, it is called a Wicked Weasel. You like?"
"I like, I like a lot. So does every other male, and a few females around."
"Let them look, only you get to touch."
"What if they really, really want to."
"Only you!"
"I won't complain, come on in and let me touch."
I jumped up and dropped the side curtains restricting the view of us to someone standing immediately in front of or behind us, which wasn't a lot as one side was to the pool and elevated above any vantage point in the pool and the other to the ocean. It didn't take long until the traffic walking by picked up considerably and the beach began to get crowded in that triangle of visibility on that side. I was getting a kick out of the guys trying not to be obvious but obviously trying to get a better look at my beautiful bride.
I should try to describe Jill before going further. You may have gleaned from the story so far that she is a very outgoing, vibrant young lady of 34 years, and as I stated before, more than a little naive. She lacks confidence in group settings but once she gets comfortable in the group, she is the life of the party, extremely intelligent and well-read, unintentionally flirtatious, and completely unaware of her beauty or sexiness. She is short at 5' 1" (155cm.) and weighs around 90 pounds (41kg.) her breasts are a small AA cup with very prominent nipples that always look like she is cold, although the areola is only about the size of a quarter, they are very sensitive and the slightest touch of them sends an electric shock straight to her clit. She can come just by my playing with her tits, which has caused so many fun times in car rides. When she is turned on the whole of her areola disappears tightening into firm nubbins of rock-hard nipple standing out a good 3/4 of an inch (2 cm.) and about the diameter of a mini marshmallow. Her hair is a deep brunette, almost black, parted on one side causing a bang to fall softly across her face, which she is always slinging back, the length hangs to mid-back, although it is usually in a ponytail. Her eyes are deep hazel with black veining and large, when we have had our caricatures done, they always look like one of the "Big- Eyes" paintings by Keane (or his wife.) she is very petite with a 30-inch bust, 22-inch waist, and 31-inch hips, her tummy is flat but not muscular, all her curves are very feminine and slight. All her shoes are purchased as special orders or in the children's department. She rarely wears a bra, as a training bra would serve, her tits have just enough meat to stand away from her ribcage, but not much. Her complexion is fair with pale pink lips (both sets) and nipples. Her lips are heart-shaped and very soft. Her nose is straight and thin with narrow nostrils. Her eyebrows are full and as dark as her hair. Her tiny ears are rounder than long and have multiple piercings, and usually sport two large hoops that hang to her collarbones. Her neck is long and perfectly sculpted and almost as sensitive as her nipples, nibble on her neck and stick your tongue in her ear and she will climax every time. Her belly button is a soft fold that forms a perfect setting for the one-carat diamond stud she wears. Her buttocks are formed by two symmetrical hemispheres about the size of a youth basketball with a short crack and a pretty pink rosebud of an anus. Her pubic hair matches that of her head, and she usually keeps it trimmed in the form of a heart. She is very active and has the legs of a dancer well defined calves and slightly muscular thighs. I have never heard anyone describe her as anything but beautiful. She does not often wear make-up and doesn't need to.
We had more sex over that holiday than we did on our honeymoon, every outfit Jill wore was revealing, and the exhibitionism kept her in a constant state of arousal. I too found her exhibitionism provocative, and how it affected her was titillating. That trip began a new chapter in our sex life, Jill flashed truckers on the highway on our way home from the airport, removing her blouse entirely, she did not have a bra on, I reached over and caressed her breast as I pulled alongside a tractor-trailer and matched speed so that the driver could look down into our SUV and see her bare chest. I took a minute until he noticed. When he did, he gave her a thumbs-up and pulled the cable to blast his horn. As his horn trumpeted, I tweaked her nipple and she quivered in the climax. The seat of the car was wet by the time we made it home, I barely got the bags inside the door before she jumped into my arms wrapped her legs around my waist, reached down to release my member, and impaled herself upon me. The little minx had not worn panties for the entire trip.
"You are a naughty girl," I commented when I realized the absence of panties.
"Maybe you should spank me then?" Was her reply.
