Chapter One
Like anything unexpected, it started small.
Ron had always known that his wife, Elaine, was extremely tactile in her affections. She just couldn't keep her hands to herself. When they'd first started dating in college, no matter where they were or what they were doing, she'd find some way to touch him. She'd run her fingers through his hair, stroke the nape of his neck, hold his hand, drape her arm across his back and lightly massage his shoulder, tease up and down his calf with her foot -- a never-ending repertoire of physical affection, albeit tame enough that no one thought much of it.
And he certainly wasn't complaining! Elaine was a stunning, outgoing woman. She loved to laugh, and the combination of her mischievous grin and luscious body made her sexy as hell. Ron got used to the leers that complete strangers and even some of his friends cast her way. He even basked in the satisfaction of knowing that this hot little babe who had all the guys drooling over her couldn't resist lavishing him with physical attention.
Besides, it all seemed pretty normal. Elaine was just affectionate -- or, as her girlfriends liked to say, "touchy-feely". However, not too long into their marriage, Ron would discover to his delight exactly how wild and uninhibited "touchy-feely" could get.
At first, it seemed innocent enough. They'd be lying together on the beach near their home, tanning their backs on a lazy weekend day, and Elaine would rest her hand on Ron's ass. After a while, unable to keep still, her fingers would slowly caress his firm cheeks. Still, it wasn't anything too risque, even for a crowded, neighborhood beach.
The first time she teased his crotch while they were sunbathing, though, he lazily swatted her hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?" he grumbled, half asleep from the sun.
"Teasing," came her playful reply. Her hand stole back to his crotch and she circled a fingernail over the outline of his tip. With a jolt, Ron was rock hard and dangerously close to poking out of his swimsuit.
"Great," he groaned. "You give me a boner when we can't do anything about it." At her mischievous giggles, Ron scolded, "Sweetheart, you are, by definition, a cock tease."
"Yeah, but I'm your cock tease," she purred, rolling on her side to drape an arm across his chest and nibble just beneath his ear.
Ron had grumbled about her sadistic streak for a while after that, until one weekend out in the Lake District turned his entire world on its head.
He and Elaine loved being out on the water. They both dreamed of saving up and one day buying a sailboat, but in the meantime they rented canoes or went out in their inner tubes. In the summer, they could spend an entire afternoon bumming around on the lake, having absolutely no desire to putter around with yard work or home improvement projects like so many of their neighbors.
It was on just such an afternoon, under a stunning blue sky, as they lay stretched out on the floor of a rental boat, lulled into pure bliss by the gentle rocking of the waves, when Ron felt his wife's impish, roaming fingers tease at his crotch. He was just about to grouse at her for getting him all worked up when her hand worked its way underneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and began stroking his hardening cock. Ron's hips bucked and he let out a low hiss.
"Jesus, that feels good," he gasped.
Smiling, Elaine propped herself up on one elbow and tugged his shorts part-way down his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. Ron's eyes widened in delighted awe as she bent her head toward his straining flesh and licked the tip in a long, wet stroke, letting her velvet tongue coil around him like a serpent seducing its mate. Just the feel of her hot little mouth panting on his cock sent his brain into near-meltdown.
Fanning her fingers affectionately over his balls and around the base of his shaft, Elaine closed her mouth around Ron's cock and sucked him in deep. She set up a firm, rhythmic pull with her hand while she worked her hot, wet mouth up and down, occasionally swirling her tongue over the fleshy crown or nudging the tender 'V' of skin just beneath the tip. Soon, Ron's rigid length was agonizingly swollen and throbbed beneath her frenzied efforts to milk him and suck him completely dry.
As his mind floated in an erotic haze, Ron thought he heard the roar of a speedboat engine. Dizzy with his impending release, he nonetheless managed to crane his head to the side and open his eyes. He hadn't imagined it; there was indeed a speedboat approaching fast, carrying a load of college guys. Ron wasn't sure if Elaine knew they were about to have an audience, but he was so close, he couldn't even form coherent words, much less think about warning her.
There was no way in hell the bobbing motion of her head directly over his crotch could be mistaken for anything other than what it was. Any guy old enough to have experienced head could recognize a blow job in progress. And sure enough, as the speedboat swept past them, kicking up a wake that rocked their little rowboat, a chorus of hoots and catcalls rose up.
Ron glanced down, worried that Elaine would suddenly break off out of sheer embarrassment. When her determined, aroused gaze met his, he thought he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. His wife knew they'd been seen, knew that those guys could circle back for another view of her pleasuring his cock, and it didn't even slow her down. In fact, from having seen her writhing in ecstasy beneath him more nights than he could count, Ron could tell from her expression that she was deeply aroused.
That was all it took. Balls drawing up tight, Ron fired a hot stream of cum into his wife's eager mouth. His hips jerked violently as he fed her several more rounds of his seed, all of which she drank down like a glutton.
Distantly, he could hear cheers and applause from their impromptu audience. When Ron finally mustered the energy to open his eyes, he saw Elaine gazing at him with devilish affection, her cheek resting on his inner thigh while one hand trailed lazily over his hipbone. The image would be forever emblazoned in his memory of the first time he and Elaine would tap into her inner exhibitionist.
"I can't believe we just did that," Ron murmured, still dazed.
"I like sex," Elaine shrugged, her eyes never leaving his. She ran her palm over his abdomen and chest. "And I love your body. I don't care who sees."
Ron basked in the glow of her uninhibited affection, although he wasn't quite sure what turned her on so fiercely. He'd always thought he was pretty average: not flabby, but not really athletic, either. Maybe a little taller than most, and fairly broad-shouldered. But if Elaine thought he was not only fuckable, but good enough to warrant incredible oral sex in the middle of a lake, he certainly wasn't going to argue with her!
However, he was definitely interested to see how far this little exhibitionist streak went. So, after years of reaping the benefits of her constant need to touch him, Ron decided to step things up from his end. He'd always returned her affection, quite happy to wrap his arm around her or offer an answering caress in response to her tactile overtures. But it was a question of discovering if she felt the same way about him loving her body where others could see as she felt about her loving his body.
Chapter Two
The perfect opportunity came not too much later, when they flew to New Orleans for a trade show in mid-September that Ron had to attend on behalf of his company. It was their first time ever to the celebrated city, and in true tourist fashion, they hit the French quarter at their earliest opportunity. Bourbon Street surpassed even their most outrageous expectations. Despite the fact that colleges and universities were back in session, diminishing the usual crush of summer partygoers, the street was packed with drunken revelers, all of whom seemed to be trying to outdo each other in their flamboyant displays. To Ron, it looked like something straight out of one of those 'Girls Gone Wild' amateur videos.
There was definitely something in the air. Maybe it was the heat, thick and sultry even hours after the sun had set. Or the noise of the bars and the street. And then again, it could just be the mood of the crowd. Ron had *definitely* smelled pot a couple of times.
Elaine was already nicely buzzed, having sampled a local rum concoction called a Hurricane, which Ron found way too sweet. As Ron walked hand-in-hand with her down the middle of Bourbon Street, past jazz bars and night clubs, every now and then they were confronted by boisterous crowds of guys chanting for a woman in their midst to raise her top and jiggle her tits.
"Think you could ever do that?" Ron asked Elaine.
She laughed and reached up to undo the tie of her halter-top. "Hey, when in Rome..."
When she dropped the front of her halter-top and shimmied her round, full breasts, whoops and hollers echoed from surrounding admirers. Ron couldn't resist. He cupped her fleshy mounds in his palms and squeezed appreciatively, lightly rolling her thick, hardened nipples with the pads of his thumbs. The whoops and hollers got even louder.
One of the more adventurous bystanders approached and asked if he could get a feel. Elaine glanced at Ron, and seeing the naked lust in his eyes, turned toward the unknown man and offered her chest to his eager touch. As the young stranger fondled her shamelessly, Ron felt his cock swell thick and full in his jeans. The sight of his wife's body being groped and explored right in front of him was arousing beyond belief.
Later, in their hotel room, Ron confessed how hot it had gotten him, which led to one of the most open discussions he and Elaine had had in years.
"I know why it made me hot," Elaine murmured as she lay beside him on the bed, stroking her fingers along his bare chest. "What did it for you?"
"Wait, what made it hot for you? I wanna hear this," Ron demanded, grinning as he arched an eyebrow.
"Hmmm...It was more than the touching," Elaine began thoughtfully, letting her hand wander down his side, over his hip and to his inner thigh. "It was being the focus of that much desire. There was something really erotic about being wanted so much, even by a stranger, that he had to put his hands on me. But the fact that you wanted to see him do it practically had me throbbing."
