I've been married for five years now to my best friend Rich. Throughout our time together he has always wanted me to be more "adventuresome", his word for exhibitionist. I was never comfortable showing off around town, someone might see and then the gossip would start.
For our fifth anniversary I agreed to let him dress me every day if we went somewhere tropical and far from home. He didn't tell me where we were going and wouldn't let me see what he packed. He was in control of everything, at least for a while.
When the plane touched down he handed me a carry-on bag and told me to change in the first available restroom. I found a bikini top a mid-thigh skirt and a sheer white thong. I was thinking it might not be too bad; after all I was reasonably well covered in a tropical climate. We left in a taxi for our resort and things started moving very quickly. Rich started kissing me and rubbing all over my body. I resisted slightly and he reminded me that down here it was his rules. He then pushed my top down and began sucking my nipples. He alternated between both breasts, first sucking the left while pinching the right then switching. The fear, adrenaline and stimuli to my nipples soon had me on fire. My pussy was so wet that my juices had soaked through my skimpy thong. Our driver was all over the road as he tried to drive and watch us at the same time. This only heightened my fear and desire. Finally Rich told him to pull over somewhere private before he killed us all.
The driver took us to a quite little park in the city. When we got there Rich told our driver that he could watch, but not touch. He said "that's fine" and proceeded to pull his dick out and start stroking. Then Rich quickly stripped me naked and started licking my clit. He used short hard flicks of his tongue and touched nothing but my clit. When he pushed a finger into my slit I was rocked with my first orgasm.