(The following is a true story. It's a story of lust and passion, and I even have some digital pics to remind me of that weekend, but I can't bring myself to share them in respect of our privacy.)
My wife and I were on our way out of town for a little weekend getaway. My somewhat shy, reticent wife had agreed to make my weekend somewhat of a treat for me. She had said that if I would take her away for a couple of days of rest and relaxation, then she would entertain me with whatever sexual favors I might imagine. I really doubted that she would ever give into my deep lustful fantasies. Lately, the only way I could get a blowjob was to ask for it, and I doubted that she would do anything as kinky as I was capable of coming up with. But a trip away is always nice and I figured I had nothing to lose.
We checked into our hotel room and unpacked and started laying out our evening clothes for dinner. We both wanted to shower before going out so I got a shower and came out and laid on the bed and made myself a pre-dinner drink. Melina showered while I lay on the bed covered in a towel flipping channels. When she came out from her shower I lustfully eyed her large creamy breasts. She has the smoothest, creamiest light complexion, and her heavy breasts looked so inviting with her brown nipples erect from the cool air in the room. I pulled my towel away and started to rub my cock in front of her. She laughingly told me to stop, and I reminded her of her promise -'to surrender'- to my lusty passions. She reminded me of a night of fine dining and store shopping. Alas, I rose up and got dressed.
As I got dressed and watched her as she begin to dress I was thinking of everything but supper and shopping. As she was pulling her tight jeans over her plump but oh so lovely ass, I reached over to her bra lying on the bed.
"You won't need this tonight. Go natural for me. I want everyone to see your big titties and wish that they were going to be loving on them later."
She grinned at this and since she's always been something of a closet exhibitionist, she readily agreed.
We went to a nice restaurant nearby, and as there was a line to be seated we headed to the bar. She had some wine and I had a nice rum and cola. When the bartender turned his back on us, I would reach over and feel of her full heavy breasts. She would give me one of her -'Stop being so bad!'- looks, but wasn't too quick to make me stop either.
Later after being seated I unbuttoned another button on her tight denim shirt. Now her shirt was practically open halfway.
I watched her make a trip to the restroom and saw other men and women eyeing her as she made her way. As we were having our orders taken I put my hand on her crotch under the table. Our server was a very good-looking young male. I knew my wife would be attracted to him, so I made a desperate attempt to pull down her pants zipper as I pretended to look over the menu. My wife quickly, but somehow discreetly positioned her legs and lower body so that I could indeed pull down her zipper. I'm pretty sure the server heard it though he showed no signs of being aware of it. As she proceeded to give her order I moved my fingers beneath her panties and buried my index finger deep into her now wet hole. I could feel her tense up somewhat, but as close as we were seated, I just moved my body closer to hers and looked her in the eyes as she finished her order, my finger seeking her G spot.
We enjoyed some good seafood and wine and rum and actually left the sexual deviant thoughts behind for the time being. Or so I thought. After about the third time to ladies room to relieve herself from her glasses of wine, my wife made her way rather tipsy like back to our table. There she handed me a surprise. I felt her hand touch mine under the table. She passed me her red panties she was no longer wearing. She was grinning a mischievous grin and I felt like I was indeed turning my wife into a sexual play toy. Having quite a buzz on now myself, I pulled the panties to my face and inhaled her intoxicating juices in my face without discretion. It only took a few seconds, and I doubt anyone noticed, but it was a huge turn on all the same.
I placed some bills on the table to cover the meal as well as a tip, and left the damp musky panties on the table between our plates as yet another tip for the server. I'm sure we both briefly thought of him masturbating into her panties that night as he lay in bed. Perhaps that was his highlight that Friday night. Ours was just beginning.
In the car we begin to kiss very passionately, our hands all over one another's body. I thought she was going to want to fuck right there in the parking lot. I didn't think that was a good idea so I suggested getting back to the room as quickly as possible. She wanted to go a grocery store across the street and pick up some wine for the room and I was all for that so we made the short trip in no time.
Once inside my now very tipsy wife was all about wandering around the store trying to expose her well-endowed chest to anyone who might want to take a gander. We picked up some wine and some munchies and headed to the checkout. As I was paying with a credit card, I felt her hand on my crotch. She was returning the favor. This time it was a young girl we were lightly exposing ourselves to, and it was me who was to be the exhibitionist.