Authors Note: I'm going to post this to Mind Control, which you will understand as you read it. I know a lot of you really dislike Sue right now, labeling her as a conniving slut bitch, as you should. Don't tune out yet, there are some twists here that might change your mind.....
"Hey there lover." My wife whispered as I stirred, slowly waking up from my after-lunch nap. It was amazing just how tired sex can make you.
"Hey, honey. What time is it?"
"A bit past two. You've been asleep for almost two hours."
"Sorry," I said as I closed my arm she was partly laying on, rolling her toward me, intending to kiss her. She gave me just a very short kiss and then pushed away from me.
"Uh uh. Not until you get cleaned up. You taste and smell like a whorehouse. And as much as I love you, I'm not into tasting other women on you."
"I guess that's fair. I'll go take a shower."
"Why go anywhere? We can do it right here." Taking a shower outside in the dark of night, or even in the blanketing fog of morning is one thing, but by the time we came in from swimming, the campground was chock full of campers, including all the spots around us. Taking an outside shower would be more than obvious. "Come on." She coaxed, rolling off the bed. She picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself and then held one out for me. "Come on. I have everything ready outside."
I raised my eyebrows, wondering if she was really going to shower naked outside with all the people around. True she'd continued to be naked in front of those other couples while we were swimming, but that's a lot different than getting naked in the middle of a busy campground. Even as much as I'd pushed the boundaries the last few days, I wouldn't do that! I wrapped the towel around my waist and let her lead me to the door and out. "You've been busy," I said as I stepped out of the trailer onto the gravel. The ten-foot square pop-up canopy that I'd had set up to add additional shade, near the outdoor kitchen, had been moved until it was almost touching the overhanging kitchen compartment door, leaving it only four feet or so from the trailer. She'd then strung a rope from the side of the trailer to the legs of the pop-up, and hung bed sheets on the ropes, enclosing three sides of the pop-up from about two feet off the ground to almost head height. She had clothes pinned a couple of beach towels to the rope running from the pop-up leg to the back of the trailer, not completely blocking it off from outside view, but blocking the vast majority of it. The only part that was left open was the side facing the trailer, and the eight or so foot space between the pop-up and the trailer. All in all, unless you got close to the back of the trailer, which wasn't likely because there was a considerable-sized grass area between us and the next trailers behind us, the only place we were exposed to was a small stretch of road between us and the girls' campsite across the street.
She stepped to one of the zero-gravity lawn chairs that she had placed in the enclosure, and took off her towel, dropping it on the chair.
"You like my homemade shower stall?" She asked as she moved to the outdoor shower controls and turned on the water. I was a little surprised because where she was standing was one of the few places that would be completely exposed to someone walking down the road if they looked in our direction.
"I'm surprised," I answered. "You were busy."
She smiled in reply as she ran water from the sprayer hose onto her hand until it was warm. "So, you going to take that towel off?"
"I guess so," I answered, pulling the towel from around my waist and dropping it where hers was. I stepped toward her, but she stepped away from the side of the trailer and pushed me partway back into the makeshift shower stall.
"I'll be honest." She whispered loud enough for me to hear, but still keep the comments private. "That was, um, kinda exciting and scary at the same time. Just like this is. I've never showered this much in public before."
"Well, from here, there isn't a lot they can see."
"No, but they can see our heads and our lower legs. Enough of us that there's no doubt about what's happening." She said as she aimed the spray nozzle at me and began to shower me with the water to wet me. She hooked the nozzle on the leg of the pop-up so she didn't need to step quite as much in the open, but even that far would be pretty exposed. She picked up my soap bottle and stepped back toward me. She began to lather my body up, running her hands all over my chest, my stomach, and my quickly growing hardon. The smile never left her face as she worked on my body, stepping close enough to rub her bare tits on my chest as she washed my back and butt. She was going quickly, but not exactly rushing. I could see over the hanging sheets and people riding bikes, walking and driving down the road. It would take one good puff of wind and the sheets would separate at the corners and blow apart, exposing both of us, which I realized was exactly what she planned. Not that it was windy enough to do it, but the little bit of breeze that was blowing through, rustled the sheets just enough to make you realize just exactly what could happen.
She stepped to the nozzle and pulled it to us again, stretching the spiral hose almost to its limit to keep us both where we were shielded. Having washed me, she handed the nozzle to me and stood waiting. I rinsed her body down, wetting her all over before I did the same thing she had, stepped to hang the nozzle on the leg of the pop-up. I looked toward the road and realized just how exposed someone standing here was. All it would take was for someone walking to look in this direction and I'd be completely in view. I picked up her soap and retreated back to the secluded portion. "So, did you leave that part exposed on purpose?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you did, but I'm not sure why. You could have hung one more sheet and blocked that too."
"You're right. In fact, I did have one there. But I took it down." I raised my eyebrows as I began to soap her body, rubbing the slick soap all around her big soft breasts, over and around her rock-hard nipples. "You haven't tried to guess why yet."
"I'm actually kind of at a loss," I answered as I stroked my hands down further, rubbing my hands on her stomach and then down between her legs to stroke her pussy.
"Mmmmmm. That feels good. Go ahead and rub it a little more. I don't mind."
"I get the feeling you're trying to be, I don't know, more like Abby?" I answered as I pulled her body against mine, pressing her soft tits to my chest as I stroked my fingers between her legs, teasing her pussy.
"I guess that's as good a description as any. She and I had a talk while you were sleeping."
"You did?"
"She made some good points. You've kinda gone teenager for the last week, fucking everything that would spread her legs for you. Can't really blame you after what I put you through. If I want to keep you for me, keep you to myself, there isn't putting that genie back into the bottle. I can't go back to the way it was, the way it was before Adam. I changed the game. Broke all the rules and then wanted you to break them too. Well, I did. You broke them into tiny little pieces, and it was my fault because it's exactly what I wanted you to do. Not because I don't want you for myself, and just me, but because I broke them the same way. I let things happen that shouldn't have, and even then, when I knew it was wrong, I went back and did it again, and again, and well, you get the idea. I still can't explain why, but I did, so if we're going to be together, I have to find a way for us to be satisfied with each other again. Just each other. I don't know how to do that without drastically changing things. I need to make things fun and exciting and sexy for both of us, or you'll find somewhere else to get it."
"You think I'd do that to you?" I asked as I pulled away from her and got the nozzle to rinse her.
"Oh, honey. I watched you with those two women today. Oh god, you were in heaven when you were screwing them. You were enjoying every second while it was happening. Just like I did when it was happening to me. After, after we did it, I knew I shouldn't have, but I let him do it to me more than once because it felt not only good physically, but emotionally. I just couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. If I tried to demand things go back to the way they were, just you and me, in the bedroom, I don't think either of us would be happy. I need to find a way to be more, um, free? I guess that's the best word. Less closed off and stuck up about sex and my sexuality. Those boys, they WANTED to have sex with me. It wasn't forced, they wanted it and they enjoyed it. Sure they were a fraction of my age, but it felt so good to be wanted by them that way. I could see it today when you were having sex with Toto and those women. You and they were enjoying it, even though there were quite a few years between you. Tell me you weren't enjoying it with them?"
"I'll admit, I was."
"See what I mean. It felt good. It wasn't love, it was just intense, lustful sex. And it felt so good while you were doing it."
I hung the nozzle back up and stepped back to her. She reached down and took my hardon in her hand again. "I want you to make me come. I want you to do it out here. I want you to see me climax for you out here, not in the bedroom or trailer or anywhere else. Out here."
"If that's what you want," I whispered, sipping one hand down between her legs, my finger spreading her lips and teasing between them. "You're wet," I whispered.
