Chapter 6 -- A Trip to San Jose
This is Susan continuing the story of how my buried cum slut was awakened when my husband, Bob went to a gangbang party with a bunch of men at the Johnson Lodge. A woman named Judi wanted to be gangbanged by lots of men, and she got her wish. When Bob came home, I could smell her pussy juices all over him and I knew that he had just fucked another woman. I had heard rumors about a gangbang party and as I realized that Bob had gone to the party, I could feel a part of me that I had long suppressed start to stir. Instead of being angry with Bob, I was jealous of Judi. I found myself wishing that I had mustered the courage to let my sleeping sexual urges out of the dark place I had hidden them. As I pushed Bob to come clean and tell me about Judi's gangbang, I got more and more turned on. When Bob told me about his own personal fantasies, they lined up so well with my own that I felt this rush of both relief and excitement and I decided to open the box where my own personal Pandora had hidden herself away all my life.
In the weeks that followed, I simply let loose. Bob and I tried all sorts of experiences. One of my favorites was going to an X-rated theater and having Bob suck my pussy while a bunch of guys jacked off on me; but the best was the time I went out to a strip bar with three guys from work. I wound up performing on stage and doing lap dances for a bunch of guys. I even made a fistful of money from them. I guess that makes me a whore, too; but I haven't been paid for sex except for that night. I have a hunch, though that I will be back to that bar before too long.
After that experience, I needed a rest and some time just with my sweetie. Bob and I fucked on a pretty regular basis and found our sex life to be great fun, even without all of the public stuff. About a month after the trip to the strip club, Bob and I decided to take a trip to San Jose, California. We wanted to visit some wineries south of San Jose and work our way north from there. We got a hotel in San Jose and rented a car and set out to explore. I wore a sheer blue cotton print skirt that I got from some hippie store years ago. It was made in India and had pretty designs. And did I say that it was very thin. When the sun shone behind me, it was almost as if I was wearing nothing at all. On top I wore a matching vest. It laced up the front and it had a big gap that left most of my chest open. If I laced it loosely (which I did, of course), the inner sides of my breasts were quite visible. I had done a "field mod" on the arm holes so that they were much larger. The result was that the sides of my breasts were also quite visible. My goal that day was to drink some wine, flash my body and have fun with Bob.
When we left our room around 10:00 on a nice summer Saturday morning and got on the elevator, a couple got on with us. I made sure that I was standing with my back to the glass walls of the elevator so that the light from the hotel atrium would shine through my skirt. I got the fellow's attention quickly, and to my surprise, his wife looked at me and smiled. "Nice outfit," she said. "I'm sure you know that it's quite obvious that you aren't wearing anything underneath that skirt."
I smiled at her and blushed slightly. "Yes, I know. My husband loves it when I show myself off."
"As well he should," she replied. "You really are quite beautiful."
I blushed a bit deeper and said, "Thank you. You are very kind."
"Actually, she has an ulterior motive," said her husband as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the lobby. "We are film makers and we are always recruiting possible talent. And it looks like you have some talent."
"What types of film?" I asked.
"X-rated," responded his wife. "We specialize in filming couples having sex in public places. Is that what you are planning to do?"
"The thought certainly has crossed our minds," my husband responded. "But right now, we are just planning to take a drive south and visit some of the wineries down in the Almaden Valley. Who knows after that?"
"Will you be coming back for dinner?" asked the man.
"We plan to," replied Bob.
"Would you like to get together for dinner and let us know about your day?" he asked.
Bob looked at me to make sure I was OK with the offer and I nodded and said, "Sure, we'd like that. My name is Susan Carpenter. This is my husband, Bob."
"I'm Julie Davenport," replied the lady. "And this is my husband, producer and best friend, Jeff." Julie was in her early thirties. She stood about 5'4 and I guessed that she weighed about 115 pounds. She had a full head of dark brown hair and a very well developed set of boobs. They had to be at least a D cup. Jeff looked a couple years older than Julie and half a head taller. He was at least 5'11" and had short cropped Sandy hair. Both of them looked quite fit.
My eyes wandered back to Julie's chest and I wondered if they were real or fake, so I asked her. "You have a beautiful set of boobs. They must be at least D cups. Are they real or did you get them enhanced."
"They are very real," said Jeff. "And if you join us for dinner, you can prove that for yourself."
Julie smiled at Jeff and handed me a business card and said, "Just call us when you are heading back to town and we will pick a restaurant and make reservations. Do you like French?"
"Food?" I asked with a wicked grin?
Julie smiled and said, "Have a great day and be sure to take some pictures. We will see you for dinner when you get back.
As we stepped through the hotel doors, the valet had our car waiting. I demurely raised my skirt as I got into the car and give our valet a quick pussy flash as Bob got into the driver's seat. As we drove south on highway 101 towards Morgan Hill, I loosened the strings on my vest to the point where my vest would gap open easily. I wanted to make sure that my nipples would show whenever I wanted them to.