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 ï>¿Janet's Boundaries Pushed by Stewmeat

   Janet continues her exhibitionist voyage of discovery.

   Part 1: Further Explorations

   Janet whimpered loudly with each powerful thrust, her eyes clamped shut
as I was pounding my cock deeply into her pussy.  I had her on her back on
the edge of the bed, her ass on the edge and head towards the center.  I
was holding her legs, spread wide, up by the sides of her body; her body
folded in half, allowing me to achieve the deepest penetration possible. 
Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust.  Pulling out until just
my head remained inside of her I hammered it in deeply against her cervix,
I was fucking her as fast and as hard I could.  I could feel the muscles in
her vagina tightening and flexing around my cock, telling me that she was
nearing her orgasm.

   I slowed my pace considerably, relishing the warm feeling of her pussy
clamped around my penis, feeling her wet opening slowly sliding up and down
every inch of my length while delaying her climb to her inevitable climax.
Janet groaned in pleasurable impatience, desperate to cum but enjoying the
feeling of being kept just on the edge of orgasm.  With each slow
penetration, I thrilled in the feeling of her pussy clamping itself around
my cock, her PC muscles milking me for my release, as well as her own.  I
was dangerously close to cumming, her pussy worked my cock the way no hand
ever could; that sensation combined with the wet sounds and smell of raw
and animalistic sex in the air was driving me absolutely crazy.

   I grabbed her hands and placed them on the back of her knees by her
sides, handing off the task of holding her legs in position to her and
freeing up my hands.  I knew I was close and I wanted to make the last few
moments count for both of us.  Wrapping my hands around her waist, I
started pulling her body back towards me each time I slammed into her,
driving my cock deeper inside and holding it there for a split second
before pulling back again.  Slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts, I
started pushing us both towards the climactic finish line.  Janet's
whimpers started to change into mumbled 'Oh God's' as my pace continued to
increase.  I could feel the pressure increasing in my cock and the tension
building as I grew closer and closer to my orgasm.  Janet's legs started
their characteristic pre-orgasmic shake and her toes curled into tight
little balls as she began to moan and writhe around on the bed under me. 
Knowing I had only seconds left, I began to mercilessly pound myself into
her pussy, driving myself in as deep, hard, and fast as I could.

   Janet let out a scream muffled only by her biting of her own lower lip
to quiet herself, and I felt a gush of hot fluid squishing out of her
around my cock just as I let out an uncontrolled guttural moan and began to
cum deep inside of her.  Janet shook and trembled, her pussy continuing to
squeeze and milk my spasming cock as I unleashed load after load into her
hot pussy.  Our fluids mixed as we both rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure
together, locked together at her vagina, my hands gripping her waist
tightly, holding her impaled on my penis.

   Finally after what seemed like hours, the intensity subsided and I
collapsed breathlessly onto the bed beside the still trembling body of my
wife.

   Janet slowly lowered her legs back down, painfully stretching them out
after having been held down, folded in half and aggressively fucked for the
last 15 minutes.  Her pussy was obviously still quite sensitive as that
movement caused several shudders to echo throughout her body.

   Our sex life had been absolutely altered over the last 2 months,
changing from mundane to wild and uncontrolled animalistic fucking on a
near daily basis.  I had Janet's newfound discovery of her exhibitionism
fetish to thank for that.  Ever since she was caught topless in a dressing
room by a young man and then had taken her first experimental steps by
flashing some truck drivers, even masturbating in front of one, followed by
having car sex in a public location, she had become an overtly sexual
being. She was insatiable and in a near constant state of arousal.

   Today's fuck session was the result of her standing on an overpass in an
industrial section of town containing almost entirely construction and
industrial traffic while lifting her shirt up, exposing her pert breasts to
the passing vehicles.  The barrage of honks and waves from the passing
trucks and pickups had truly been epic.  Personally, I think several of
them circled the block a few times and called their coworkers or buddies
because traffic seemed to get heavier the longer we were there and I am
convinced that I saw several of the trucks multiple times.

   Janet had taken to her exhibitionism with tremendous enthusiasm.  She
was always looking for an opportunity to expose herself in public or was
internally reliving previous adventures in doing so.  She had also started
exercising more and trying to eat healthy, paying more attention to her
appearance, although she certainly did not need to do so as she was
naturally beautiful and genetically blessed with a gorgeous physique.  The
upshot was that with the exercise and healthy lifestyle she was more
energetic and far more vigorous in bed, something that I would never
complain about.

   With me by her side, we had been on a systematic voyage of discovery,
trying to determine what activities or situations turned her on the most,
attempting to refine what she really liked and what was less exciting.  She
loved being exposed, nude in a place where nudity was not expected or
allowed.  It turned her on in no small way just to be in a situation where
others could see her exposed.

   Over time we also found that she loved getting a response back even
more, a honk from a car or truck, or a physical or verbal show of
appreciation.  I suspected this was because it took the act from the
possibility that someone could see her to the certainty that someone
actually had.  She wasn't a naturalist who simply enjoyed the feeling of
being naked, she was an exhibitionist who wanted to use her exquisite body
to excite others, and she loved to be on display for the sexual
gratification of others.  She was putting on her own version of an erotic
strip show, and the knowledge that she was exciting the other people was
really what got her going.

   She had continued flashing from the car when we were without the kids,
and was slowly growing more and more fearless and uninhibited in what she
would do in those situations.  We both liked the safety that being in the
car provided.  It gave her the ability to show or do whatever she wanted
without any pressure from the other party and an instant escape if anything
felt off.  She had even ridden with me completely nude on several
occasions, sitting in the passenger seat totally exposed to anyone who
happened to look.  Sometimes while riding with me nude she had closed her
eyes and masturbated while I drove, touching herself all over, lost in the
burning excitement of wondering if anyone was watching her or not but not
knowing for sure.

   The truck drivers in the area, with their higher vantage point and
ability to look down into the car and see everything seemed especially
appreciative of Janet's new hobby.  She also enjoyed getting the attention
of a driver and mouthing the words "Want to see my tits?" to them while
turned toward the passenger window, shirt part way lifted.  This little
antic had gotten a series of very enthusiastic responses that gave her a
great ego boost as she lifted her shirt and bounced her titties around for
the enjoyment of the other driver.  It also allowed her to check the car or
truck for passengers that would be inappropriate to flash.

   Not all of our experiences had been totally positive, however.  Several
people, seeing her naked or topless had yelled derogatory or insulting
things at her, a few wives riding with their husbands were less than
thrilled with their husband being flashed, and we had a couple of close
calls such as when she was naked and rubbing her pussy when a school bus
merged onto the highway next to us.  I had been able to warn her in time to
cover up, but it caused us both a fair bit of worry at the uncontrolled
nature of public flashing.

   I loved watching her be a totally sexual being, exposing and touching
herself for the pure arousal that it provided her, but I found myself more
and more worried about getting caught in a bad situation or by the wrong
person.  After all, the thrill of getting caught only works if you aren't
being charged with a crime by the police.  I desperately wanted to continue
watching my sexy little minx put on the shows that turned us both on so
much but I felt that we needed to come up with a better plan on how to do
it safely.

   For my part, I had grown far more comfortable with the idea of other
people seeing my wife naked.  When we first started I would feel an anxious
churning in the pit of my stomach, unsure of what I was feeling but still
aroused each and every time.  As we went on, the anxiety had faded, leaving
in its place a thrilled excitement and the physical arousal that was
obvious to the keen observer.  I had spent some time introspecting on how I
truly felt, trying to come to terms with her new fetish and how I felt
about it.  Partly, I think, I felt jealousy, or more accurately
territorialism.  It was my wife, the woman that I made love to and had a
family with, and the thought of someone else having sexual or intimate
knowledge of her felt like an unwelcome violation.

   The other part, I believe, was the feeling of my being out of control or
left out.  Deep down, I think I was worried that I would have no part to
play, or no involvement in her newfound sexuality and that she would leave
me behind in her explorations with no ability to object or participate.

   This recognition of the source of my negative feelings came as a huge
relief.  The fear of her leaving me out was irrational, quite to the
contrary, she had made it exceptionally clear to me that she enjoyed doing
this with me and had been absolutely receptive and respectful to my
opinions and worries, even to the point of sometimes ceasing her
activities. I had no rational insecurity about her leaving me out and we
were in a committed relationship.  This was something that she was doing to
bring the excitement that she had long suppressed back to life for both of
our enjoyment.

   As to the feelings of territorialism, I believed that would fade as my
comfort level increased.  I considered the issue as if the roles were
reversed.  If, in a hypothetical world, everyone longed to see a dick and I
happened to have a desirable one, would I show it off if everyone wanted
desperately to see it?  The answer to that question was yes, I would want
to.  Letting someone see parts of your anatomy does not change or alter
them and I would feel oppressed if I wanted to show off my glorious
features and my wife prohibited it simply because she felt it belonged to
her and didn't want anyone else to see it.  Flipping the script like that
allowed me to understand that Janet flashing her boobs or someone seeing
her naked would not change anything between us, and showing respect for her
autonomy and enjoying the benefits of her arousal within the bounds of
mutual respect might even improve our relationship.  It was her body, after
all, not mine.

   With all of that worked through, I determined that I would just try to
think of her as my own personal porn star and enjoy the excitement that
came with seeing her perform and arouse others along with the knowledge
that I would get to be the one to take her home and reap the benefits.



   Part 2: A New Fantasy

   One day I came home from work an hour or two earlier than usual because
of a power outage at the office which prevented us from getting any
meaningful work accomplished.  Walking in the front door, I saw both kids
in front of the TV with snacks and being entertained by a cartoon on the
TV. Looking around I did not see Janet anywhere.  Figuring she must have
parked the kids there and went to get a shower or have a few minutes of
quiet time, I silently skulked up the stairs, cautious not to make any
noise in an effort to surprise her.

   Arriving at the closed door to our bedroom, I did not hear the shower
running, so I very slowly opened the door, being as quiet as possible and
smiling to myself at the possibility of surprising her.  Stepping
noiselessly into the bedroom, I saw her sitting on the bed, naked, and
slowly rubbing her pussy with her right hand while staring at the screen of
her laptop which was sitting on the bed next to her on her left.  She did
something on the touchpad for just a moment with her free left hand, then
audibly clicked on what she was looking for and moved the hand up to her
left breast and began to slowly play with her own nipple.

   Suddenly, I heard a very familiar sound from the computer speakers, the
percussive tune that plays at the beginning of every PornHub video.  Here
she was, I realized, watching porn and playing with herself and she had
absolutely no clue that I was in the room watching her.  Trying to contain
my glee and stay quiet, I watched Janet closely as she stared at the screen
and continued to play with her pussy and nipple, obviously entranced by
whatever porn video she was currently watching as she touched herself.

   "Whatcha Watching?" I suddenly blurted out, slightly louder than I
needed to while leaning casually against the wall, my eyes locked on her
face.

   "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" she screamed, arms and legs flailing wildly
around the bed in surprise and almost knocking the computer off the bed and
onto the floor.  "You asshole!  You scared the living shit out of me!"

   Smiling knowingly at my now disheveled wife who was trying to compose
herself, close the computer, and get her adrenaline under control
simultaneously, and succeeding at none of them; I commented again, "Whatcha
watching there, something good?"

   "Nothing" she retorted, feigning innocence, "Just a movie." She looked
at my face and seeing my ridiculous smile she knew she was caught dead to
rights and her cheeks began to blush a dark shade of red.

   "Uh huh..  a movie..." I said, still smiling.  "A movie that starts with
the PornHub tune."

   "Well shit." Janet responded in resignation, dropping her head and
recognizing that she had been caught red handed, or wet fingered as the
case may be.  "Yea, you caught me you dick, now get over here and watch
some smutty porn with me." She was relaxed again, the momentary fright of
being surprised over and smiling through the embarrassment that she had
just been caught masturbating to porn.

   Moving onto the bed and flopping down next to her, I looked at the
screen as she reopened the laptop and noticed the now paused video that she
had been watching.  There was a woman in a brown top with her face blurred
holding her shirt up around her neck and letting some guy fondle her
exposed breasts while someone else was filming, possibly her husband.  The
channel name was "Mackenzie Stark".  Looking at the paused video I noticed
that she had a nearly identical body as Janet, the same slim but curvy
figure and B cup breasts that had retained the majority of their
youthfulness despite no longer being 20 years old.  'A very sexy woman,
this Mackenzie Stark girl'', I thought.  The title of the video was
'Exhibitionist Wife Lets Stranger Squeeze Tits'.

   "Interesting, I see you seem to know what you like." I commented
innocently.

   "I found this channel and I love watching her videos.  I try to mentally
place myself in her shoes and it just gets me so turned on" Janet
responded.

   I laid next to Janet for a while as she took me through a bunch of the
videos on the channel.  By and large they were short videos of this lovely
lady flashing her tits in public places and letting apparent strangers
grope them while her husband filmed.  Some of the videos were longer with
her completely naked and being touched and caressed by several guys, all
faces blurred but her enjoyment of the activities apparent by the way her
body responded to the hands.  By the time we had gotten through four or
five videos, I had moved my hand between Janet's legs and was slowly
rubbing her soaking wet pussy, sliding my fingers up and down from her
vaginal opening to her clit and occasionally pushing a finger inside to
extract a truly shocking amount of liquid to use to lubricate my strokes.
These videos were having an enormous effect on her.

   "Is this something you want to try or are you just this wet because
watching it makes you horny?" I asked.

   Janet looked at me with big eyes, and after thinking about her response
for a moment remarked, "I think I might want to try, but I'm not at all
sure how to go about it or if it is something you would be into watching.
It's a pretty big leap from what we have been doing to this."

   "Well" I responded slowly, "I'm not sure either.  Let's think about it
and talk later when we have time.  The kids are still home and their
cartoon is probably almost over."

   "But I haven't cum yet!" She blurted out suddenly, realizing that with
all of the physical teasing and porn watching we had been doing we hadn't
finished what she had started before I rudely interrupted her.

   "Later." I said bluntly, the beginning of an evil smile growing on my
face.  "We will finish you off later tonight, I want you all pent up and
horny, it will make it more fun for me.  Let's just call it an edging
session to keep you warmed up"

   "You're an asshole." She retorted getting off the bed with a very
pretend pout on her face.

   I laughed as I watched her get dressed again, the same evil smile that
was on my face was starting to grow on hers as well.  I was pretty sure
that tonight might require some hydration breaks if I was going to survive.

   After dinner and when the kids were soundly put to bed, Janet and I sat
in the living room sipping mixed drinks and relaxing in the quiet that is
so rare when you have kids.  I was seated in the big armchair facing the
front door and the couch where she was draped half sideways, her back on
the armrest and her body stretched out with one leg on the couch and the
other foot on the floor.  Looking over at her, her gauzy t-shirt clinging
to her torso I could not help but be a little in awe of how casually
attractive she truly was.  Her curly brown hair still hung down past her
shoulders and her face even without makeup was nearly perfect.  I sipped my
drink and tried to picture myself watching her in the same situations as I
had seen in the videos we had watched earlier.

   I knew that this conversation was going to come up soon and wanted to
work through it in my head and be able to give an opinion that I would be
comfortable with.  As I watched her in my mind's eye, I could see the look
on her face as a stranger ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing and
manhandling them, just as I had seen in the videos earlier that afternoon.
I tried to place myself there emotionally, attempting to figure out how I
would feel and if it would be too much for me.  The more I thought about
it, the more sense it made.  I had become perfectly okay with others
looking at her tits, why not touch them?  It was simply an extension of the
same activity, the next step.  I would be there, of course, to watch and
monitor so it would be unlikely that anyone would step out of line, and I
was sure that she would take her time and select the right people to
participate in this with us, people with restraint and respect.  As long as
I was there, just like our original four rules made clear, there was
nothing sketchy going on behind my back and no betrayal, just two adults
enjoying something that was turning them on more than they ever previously
thought possible.

   The fact that we had actually included touching in the original rules
reminded me that we both, at least subconsciously, considered touching
something that might plausibly come up in the future, and neither of us had
balked at the idea, even at that early stage.  It might have been the
disinhibition from the alcohol I was drinking, but as I thought through the
scenarios in the videos, mentally replacing Mackenzie with Janet, I started
to desire seeing it for real, with Janet.  I wanted to see the look on her
face and the happiness on his as she shared something very special with him
for their mutual pleasure.  I wanted to see my wife groped by a stranger
because I was starting to feel a hunger for the excitement and the rush of
adrenaline that would come with it.  I wanted to watch all of that and then
fuck the living shit out of her afterwards, something that only I would be
allowed to do.  I wanted to see her cum, hell, maybe even cum while he was
touching her; I decided that would be exceptionally hot as well, a real sex
show starring my personal porn star.

   "Okay, my turn to ask this question.  Whatcha thinking about?" Janet
said, breaking the outward silence of my thoughts.  "I can see you are
mulling something over."

   I looked up at her, my internal reverie broken.  She was staring right
at me.  I wondered how long she had been looking at me as I was running all
this through in my head.

   "I was thinking about those videos, about that woman flashing and
letting men grope her boobs." I stated flatly.

   She looked a little taken aback, surprised at my blunt summation of the
subject she undoubtedly had been trying to figure a way to dance around and
get my feelings on.

   "And what did you think about them?" She asked

   "They were hot.  I liked them." I stated.  I knew she wanted an answer
to her burning question so I decided to dispense with the games.  "I think
we should try it.  You can pick the guy, and if I am okay with him, you can
let him touch you while I watch."

   "R...really?" She asked, sitting bolt upright and looking at me with a
look of stunned surprise on her face.  "You're good with this?"

   "I've been thinking about it.  I pictured you in her place on the video
and all I felt was how hot it would be.  And how...  well...  you know." I
tapered off, looking down at the obvious tent starting to be pitched in my
pants.

   She glanced down and stared at the bulge, her face registered a sly
smile.  I suppose she expected a lot more debate and uncertainty than she
was getting from me, and she was a little off balance with the current pace
of the conversation.  I decided to have a little fun with her and try to
pick back up where we had left off earlier in the bedroom.

   "Go upstairs and change into a short skirt and a tank top with easy
access to your boobs, no panties and no bra.  I will be up in a minute." I
commanded.  "I am going to be your stranger tonight".

   Janet launched herself off the couch with a squeal of joy and nearly ran
to the stairs while downing the last of her drink as fast as she could.  I
gave her a few minutes after she raced up the stairs and into the bedroom
to get changed before I followed.

   When I arrived at the bedroom I found her standing in the middle of the
room wearing a black pleated skirt with a low ride waist and mid-thigh hem
accompanied by a dressy fitted teal tank top that was cut low in a V-neck
design in the front and open on the sides, showing a lot of skin with
minimal coverage of her breasts.  The stretchy fabric would allow amazingly
easy access under her top from the sides or neckline and was very likely to
cause inadvertent exposures if she was not cautious of how she moved.  On
her feet she wore a pair of black patent leather heels on that really set
off the impromptu outfit with a touch of formality.

   Approaching her from the front I looked her up and down, my gaze
lingering on her erect nipples pointedly straining against the snug fabric.

   "Back up against the wall." I instructed as I made my way to the closet.

   I found a black scarf amongst her cold weather apparel in the closet,
and returning to the room, I found her with her back against the wall,
hands at her sides with her palms flat against the wall.  She had a look of
uninhibited excitement on her face.  I wrapped the scarf around her eyes
and tied it behind her head as a blindfold, folding and adjusting it to
block her vision completely but stay above her nose to avoid impeding her
breathing.  Once complete, I stepped back and admired what I saw.  Her
chest heaved lightly from her excitement and her nipples were prominently
poking out, seemingly begging for attention.  I could easily see the curve
of her waist and hips under the snug top and the short skirt openly
displayed her amazingly shapely legs.

   "Well, Janet," I sad huskily, "your husband says you like to show off
that sexy body of yours and you are okay with me touching you.  Is this
true?"

   "Yes, absolutely.  Please feel free, sir.  " She responded in a voice
that revealed the trembling excitement she was feeling.

   "Well then madam, would you be so kind and let me see your tits,
please?" I asked.

   She slowly brought her hands from the wall to her hips and began to
slowly work them up her body, starting at her thighs, teasingly, not
rushing to what she knew was the inevitable conclusion.  Reaching her
stomach and torso, she hooked her fingers in the deep V of the top between
her breasts and gradually eased the fabric open wider, opening the front of
the tank top until her breasts sprung free.  She worked the fabric as wide
open as she could and adjusted it until it would stay open on its own then
placed her hands back on the wall at her sides and slid them behind her
back, pushing her chest out more for my viewing pleasure.  Silently I moved
my hands toward her sides, placing them suddenly on the sides of her
ribcage, just under her breasts, causing her to jump a little at the
surprise contact.

   Dragging my fingers slowly around to the front of her torso I began to
move them up until I made contact with the soft skin on the underside of
her breasts.  Janet gasped lightly in indecent pleasure at that first skin
to skin contact.  She let a soft sigh out as I began to lightly brush her
tits with my fingertips, circling around her breasts, slowly spiraling in
toward the nipples.  When I finally touched the areolas, I lightly pinched
the nipple between two fingers and tugged gently on them, imagining they
were someone else's fingers caressing her breasts.  Janet moaned in
pleasure as I continued to tug on her nipples, rolling them between my
fingers.  Letting go, I placed my hands over her breasts and began to
softly but firmly knead and massage them, groping them how I thought some
strange man might for the first time, careful to not be too rough but still
with the energy and enthusiasm born of raw excitement.  Another moan
escaped her lips as I continued to work her breasts with my hands, enjoying
every inch of her supple breasts.

   "May I touch lower?" I asked quietly, playing the part of a tentative
stranger asking for permission to explore her further.

   "Oh yes, please do, sir." She whispered hoarsely in reply.

   I ran my hands down the front of her stomach, feeling her shallow and
rapid breathing.  I could not believe how excited she felt under my hands,
her body was practically vibrating but she was holding rigidly still in her
position.  When my hands got to her lower abdomen I circled them around to
the side of her hips and down the outside of her legs until I got clear of
her skirt, then ran them slowly back up the outside of her thighs under the
skirt until I could reach around and cup her bare ass.

   Janet let an encouraging whimper escape her lips and she pushed her hips
out from the wall a little to give me room to grope her ass.  I ran my
fingertips down the firm curve of her butt to the back of her upper thighs,
teasing the flesh hiding her pussy between her inner thighs before slowing
rubbing my way back up.  Giving her cheeks a firm squeeze, I brought them
around to the front and placed my right hand flat on her abdomen right
above her pubis under her skirt while pulling my left out and placing it on
her right breast, squeezing her tit as I slowly worked my right hand lower.
I verified that she was not wearing any panties with my probing fingers. 
Sliding two fingers over her clitoris and into the slit of her vulva, I was
not at all surprised at how wet I found her to be, she was nearly dripping
down the inside of her thighs.  Slowly stroking my fingertips back toward
her vagina, I circled the opening then drug them slowly forward until I
found the small rosebud of her clitoris again and began to slowly rub small
circles on top of it, no longer teasing her but rubbing with a purpose.

   Playing with her right nipple and rubbing fast circles over her clit was
doing the trick in her over-excited state.  Janet spread her legs wider and
arched her back, giving herself over to the sexual contact from this
supposed stranger, allowing him full access to any part of her that he
wanted.  Small moans transitioned into louder and more insistent cries as
her orgasm rapidly approached.  Applying a little more pressure to her
nipple I rewet my fingers in her soaked vagina and went at her clit again,
keeping the pressure light but making the pace fast and intense.  Janet let
out a loud cry just as her legs began to shake, signaling her final rush to
climax.  I continued unrelentingly.

   Suddenly, her entire body spasmed hard, every muscle flexing at once and
a flood of liquid covered my right hand as she shook and convulsed.  She
tried to clamp her legs together but only succeeded in trapping my fingers
right over her clit keeping up their unceasing stimulation of her sensitive
spot.  With a writhing contraction of pleasure and continuing moans of
ecstasy she collapsed onto the floor, lost in an ocean of pleasure. 
Pulling my hands back from her shaking body, I stood over the top of her
and stared in awe at the speed at which she had achieved her climax and how
turned on the role play of me being a stranger must have made her.

   After a minute or two, I bent down, and grasping her under her arms,
lifted her back up to her feet.  Guiding her over to the bed I placed her
upper body face down onto it, blindfold still in place with her feet on the
floor, bent over at the waist and legs spread wide.  Then, pulling my
painfully erect cock out of my pants I proceeded to unceremoniously shove
it deep into her pussy, which was dripping wet and still twitching with the
final spasms of her orgasm.  Janet cried out as I began to thrust, fucking
her like a naughty little slut who just came under the hands of a strange
man.  I was aggressively reclaiming my woman.

   The sounds of wet slapping flesh, her moans and cries, and the musky
smell of a woman who had just cum and was about to again were a powerful
aphrodisiac and I could tell that I would not last long as I would have
normally liked.  We were not making love, I was fucking my slut, my porn
star, with everything I had.  I imagined that I was fucking her after
another man had made her cum moments before, and as I listened to her
cries, I was overcome with the intensity of that mental imagery.  She came
again in moments, biting the duvet to muffle herself as her pussy clamped
down hard around my cock, squeezing inward and increasing my pleasure
intensely.  I could feel my glans swelling and the pressure buildup of an
impending orgasm and kept up the brutal pace I had set, pounding her with
all of my strength.

   She came a third time, just before I did, and I held myself deep inside
her as I let loose with my pent up load.  Her pussy pulsed around my dick
with each muscular contraction, milking every drop of my load out of me and
forcing a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid out, dripping down her legs
and my balls, forming a small puddle on the floor.

   After a moment, sweaty and desperately trying to catch my breath, I
pulled out of her, standing up straight with my semi-erect cock still
twitching occasionally.  Janet just laid there, still blindfolded and bent
over the edge of the bed, my load and her juices dripping out of her pussy,
slowly expanding the puddle on the floor.  I flopped down next to her on
the bed still breathing hard and reached around to smack her ass.  She
jumped a little, surprised by the swat but continued to lay there shaking
in post-orgasmic bliss.

   "That's my slut" I announced finally.  "Good girl."

   Janet raised her head after a moment and lifting the blindfold smiled at
me.  "That...Was...Sooo...Hott." She said.  "It was like your hands really
did belong to someone else."

   "Just wait until it actually is someone else's hands." I said.

   "Oh God yes." Was all she could eke out before dropping her head back
down onto the bed, skirt up around her waist and her ass sticking out into
the air, totally spent.



   Part 3: Surprise Fulfillment

   It had been about 2 weeks since the evening that we decided to expand
Janet's 'extracurricular' activities to include trying to let other people
touch her when she was exposing herself.  Despite our attempts at planning
how to go about it, we realized that there is just no way to plan for an
event of this nature short of actually scripting it and bringing in someone
to play the part of a stranger.  We realized that we just had to accept
that we would have to play it by ear and try to encourage a situation as it
may develop.  We went out a few times hoping to make something work, but we
never found a good situation that would make both of us comfortable for a
first attempt.

   There was an older gentleman at a hotel bar who seemed nice and
respectable but made an unfounded assumption that we were looking for a
third for a threesome.  After a few suggestive comments from us he became
obnoxiously aggressive with sexual advances and could not take a hint.

   Then there were a few college age to middle aged guys at sports bars who
looked to be good possibilities but ultimately were abandoned due to being
obnoxious or overly intoxicated.

   The most recent attempt was with a middle aged guy in a store parking
lot with whom we struck up a conversation while he was waiting for his wife
to come back from shopping.  He was polite and respectful and even flirted
with Janet in a fun and light hearted way.  Unfortunately before either of
us could figure out how to broach the subject of letting him see her boobs,
his wife came around the corner of the car with a cart full of bags and a
school aged daughter.  We wished them both a friendly good day and wandered
off, disappointed in our missed opportunity.

   The advantage of our failures, however, was that we had been compelled
to develop a quick ad hoc system of communication using small expressions
and hand signals because discussing why you don't want someone's hands on
your breasts with your partner while in front of said person seemed a
little rude.  We had actually gotten pretty good at it too, using
directional head nods or hand gestures to indicate a person, and up or down
signals to indicate yes or no.  We also agreed on a subtle hand gesture to
indicate when things were not going well and to abort the mission and make
an immediate graceful exit from the situation.

   On the next Saturday evening we were planning to go out together and
just have a good time.  The frustration and disappointment from all our
failed attempts was starting to ruin the fun, so we just planned on a
simple night out for the two of us with no expectations.  If an opportunity
arose, awesome, but if nothing presented itself we would still be spending
time together.

   A babysitter had taken our kids to a movie and would bring them back to
our house later that night to watch until we got home.  This allowed us an
empty house to get showered and dressed for our date night.  Janet ordered
some pizza to be delivered so when the babysitter and kids got home after
we left they would have something ready to eat.

   I was showered, shaved, and dressed in a nice shirt and slacks, and was
in the kitchen finishing a quick snack when Janet came down from getting
ready.  She looked beyond stunning.  She was wearing a knee length maroon
sequined halter style dress that hugged her body to perfection.  It was
fitted above the waist with a moderate V neckline to show some cleavage and
had rolled pleats below the waist.  It was paired with black pantyhose and
her black patent leather heels.  Janet's hair and makeup were done
beautifully and she wore a silver pendant necklace that hung low between
her breasts and really drew attention to her cleavage.  My wife was an
absolute knockout.

   "Dear God you look good." I told her after a moment of leering
appraisal.

   "Thank you." She responded smiling broadly at me.  "I try to clean up
well."

   Just as I was about to respond with some quick witted and sexually
suggestive comment that probably wouldn't have been as good as I believed
it was; the doorbell rang, interrupting my train of thought and confusing
me about who would be ringing it at 7:00 at night.

   "Oh, that's got to be the pizza.  Would you go grab that while I write
some emergency phone numbers down for the sitter?" Janet said.

   "Sure thing." I responded, walking out of the kitchen after grabbing a
lingering glance at her ass as she bent down to grab a notebook out of the
junk drawer.

   Opening the front door I found the pizza delivery guy standing there,
awkwardly holding several pizzas and two bottles of soda, struggling to
keep everything together and not let anything fall.

   "Shit, come on in, man.  You can set those here on the table." I said to
him gesturing at the credenza while reaching for the bottles of soda that
looked about slip out of his hands.

   "Thanks" he said, placing the pizzas down and holding out the receipt
for me to sign.  "That was getting a little hard to hang on to there."

   Setting the sodas on the table next to the pizza he had set down, I
signed the receipt and reached for my wallet to give him a cash tip, but
after not finding it in my back pocket, I realized that I had left it in
the kitchen.

   "Hang tight a sec," I said, "Let me grab my wallet from the kitchen for
the tip."

   "No problem, thanks." He said.

   Arriving back in the kitchen I was stopped short by the look on Janet's
face.  She was standing just inside the door, barely out of sight of the
living room like she had just backed up to get out of sight and had a
shocked expression on her face.  I was confused, only 30 seconds prior she
was fine, but now she looked like she had just seen a ghost.

   "It's him!" Janet hissed under her breath and gesturing wildly towards
the living room on the other side of the kitchen wall.  "That's the guy!"

   "What guy?" I whispered, now more confused than ever and growing
concerned about whatever nebulous situation I had just found myself in.

   After a slight pause she looked at me with wide eyes and whispered,
"That's the guy from the dressing room...  you know...  he walked in on me.
That's him right there."

   I was stunned into silence for a few seconds before my brain caught up
with current events.  Taking a quick peek back through the kitchen door I
looked at him again.  Young, probably early 20's, clean with an average
build and tousled sandy blonde hair.  He looked just like your typical
college student working a crappy job delivering pizza.  An idea began to
form in my mind.  This might be the opportunity she had been wanting but
could not seem to find, and it had walked right in our front door.

   Nodding my head in his direction with a questioning raise of my eyebrows
I said, "I've signed the receipt but forgot my wallet in here.  Would you
perhaps want to go give him his tip?"

   Janet looked at me questioningly for a second, then realizing what I was
proposing, she peeked through the cracked door at the young man, thinking.
Finally, having made up her mind, she turned back toward me, a mischievous
smile growing on her face.

   "I think I can do that, dear.  Go find something vague to do in the
living room and buy me a few seconds to get set." She said.

   I nodded at her in agreement and wondered how this was going to go, but
at this point I was a passive observer and the impetus was on her to figure
out the details.  I found my wallet on the countertop, and handing her a
$10 bill for the tip, stepped back through the door into the living room to
find him still standing next to the credenza.

   "My wife has my wallet, she is bringing it.  It'll only be a sec." I
said as casually as I was able as I walked into the living room.

   "No worries, thank you again." He responded politely.

   I stood there in the living room pretending to look at a magazine from
the coffee table while subtly keeping my eyes focused on the kitchen door.
I felt the nervous anxiety begin to gnaw in my guts as I waited, not sure
what the next few minutes would bring and still unsure if she would go
through with it or how I would feel watching.  Every second felt like a
minute and nothing seemed to be happening in the kitchen.

   I was just starting to wonder if her nerves had gotten the best of her
and she would not be able to go through with it when Janet suddenly
strutted through the kitchen door and into the living room with all the
confidence and air of a professional model.  Walking up to the young man
and smiling broadly, she held out the $10 bill to him.

   "Here you go, sorry that took so long." Janet said, her face and eyes
glinting with mirth.

   "No prob......" He started, looking at her face with startled confusion
and stopping mid- sentence, obviously trying to place her face and figure
out why she looked familiar to him.  "...No problem, thank you."

   "You don't really remember my face, do you?" Janet questioned after a
short pause.  "Is there something else about me you remember?"

   He stared at her for a long second, searching for the answer.  Suddenly
a memory seemed to return to him and his eyes changed.  "Umm, do I know you
from the department store?" He asked very cautiously.

   I had to give him credit, I think he recognized her but he wasn't
staring at her face in the dressing room that day, and probably was not
entirely sure it was her, so he was staying vague and playing a very
careful hand.

   "Let me give you a hint." She said as she reached behind her back and
pulled the zipper on her dress down.

   I was to discover later that she had spent those long seconds in the
kitchen before she came out unzipping her dress far enough to make it fast
and easy to finish unzipping by herself while still looking like it was
still completely on when viewed from the front.  She told me that this took
several attempts and adjustments to get right and was the reason she was
delayed.

   Getting the zipper all the way down she shrugged her shoulders forward
and inward to clear the halter straps and let the dress fall suddenly off
of her body and into a pile at her feet on the floor.  Under the dress what
I had assumed to be pantyhose were actually black thigh high stockings with
lace at the tops being held up by straps from a black lace garter belt
around her waist and black lace thong panties.

   She now stood before him topless, wearing only a thong, garter belt,
stockings, and her black patent leather heels.  Even from my vantage point
off to the side it was a very powerful image.  Janet placed her hands on
her hips, and stood facing him with her shoulders back in perfect posture,
breasts pushed out directly toward him.  Her body language did not
communicate a single shred of nervousness or insecurity.

   "Does this jog your memory a little?" she asked suggestively while
looking directly into his eyes.

   "I....  uh.." He stammered shocked and unable to break his eyes away
from her ever-hardening nipples.  "I definitely remember you now."

   Janet let him stare at her breasts for a minute before stepping back a
few feet and did a slow turn, letting him look at her ass and everything
else not covered by a thong.  Facing him again she reached up and slowly
rubbed her tits.  It occurred to me that I was finally getting the chance
to actually see what had happened in that dressing room a few months ago,
and the anxiety I had been feeling inside began to convert into a raw
sexual hunger.  She was performing for him again and that realization
turned me on.

   Becoming aware that my cock was starting to cause an awkward profile in
my pants I sat casually down in the large armchair in the living room so
that if anyone ever remembered that I was still there I would look as
confident and cool as she did, not like a horny teenager at his first strip
club.  Besides, I wanted to be comfortable to watch what I hoped was going
to be a good show.

   "You like looking at me naked?" Janet asked slyly.

   "Yes I do." He answered, finally breaking his eyes away from her body
and looking up at her face.

   "Well, I liked it when you saw me in the dressing room, and I like that
you're looking at me now." She responded.  "Would you like to touch them?"
she asked, moving her hands off to her sides and pointing at her breasts.

   "Touch them?  Oh....  Umm.  Yes.  Very much." He stammered out, still
off balance but starting to regain his senses.

   Janet reached down and grabbed his hands, then slowly pulled them up and
placed them on her breasts.  She used her hands over his to begin to
squeeze and gently knead, pressing his hands firmly in and working her own
tits.  After a second she removed her hands and let him do it on his own
without the need for further encouragement.  My head buzzed with
excitement. I was watching some young guy play with my wife's tits and was
finding it unbelievably hot.  He rubbed them all over, tracing his fingers
up and down her skin and over her nipples then gently grabbing and kneading
her breasts with his whole hands.

   After doing a few rotations of this, he gently pinched her nipples
between two fingers on each hand and rolled them, using the softest
pressure.  This was quite obviously not his first time playing with a set
of boobs and he was showing remarkable skill.  He tugged gently, pulling
the nipples out and then releasing them to move his hands and squeeze her
whole breasts again.  Janet moaned a little, obviously enjoying what he was
doing very much.  This went on for what felt like several minutes but was
probably much less.  He became more and more confident as he went and his
hands became more aggressive in their manipulations, while still remaining
gentle with their touch.  She continued to let out little pleasurable
sounds as he fondled her, encouraging him to continue.

   Suddenly, she reached up and placed her hands on his again, and pulling
his hands off her breasts, she turned her body around so he was now behind
her with her back pressed against the front of his body and facing directly
towards me.  She then replaced his hands on her tits.  He began again to
feel and squeeze her flesh then stopped, and leaning forward, whispered
something in her ear.  Janet listened for a moment, then nodded to him,
agreeing with whatever he had just said as a devilish smile crossed her
face.

   Janet's arms came up and rested on top of her head, giving him full
access to her body, unimpeded.  With them both facing me, I had a perfect
view of what was happening and I relaxed into the chair, thrilled with the
show.  His hands begin a slow wander down her body, sliding over her
stomach and down across her hips and thighs before working their way back
up again.  He made sure to miss no part of her, stroking, touching, and
teasing her with feather light brushes of his fingertips.  While his hands
were slowly rubbing her lower abdomen, he let his hands wander down over
her panties and gently brushed his fingers over the thin lace fabric
covering her undoubtedly soaked pussy.

   Janet jerked slightly when his fingers rubbed over her clit, then moaned
quietly again and leaned further back into him, pushing her hips out to
give him more access to her barely covered pussy.  He traced his fingers
back and forth along her slit, from her clit as far back as her thighs
would allow and slowly back again, lingering on her sensitive bud.  He
moved his left hand up to her left breast and began to play with her breast
and nipple while the fingers of his right hand continued to rub her
sensitive clitoris.  Janet tilted her head back alongside his, resting it
on his right shoulder and slowly worked her hips in small slow circles,
grinding her pussy against his fingers.

   I was absolutely bursting with excitement, the heady thrill of watching
my wife enthusiastically working herself against his fingers as he rubbed
and played with her nipple was intoxicating.  Any remaining anxiety or
nervousness fell away in the beautiful sensuality of the moment, leaving
only sexual hunger in its wake.  In that moment I would have let her do
anything she wanted with him as long as I could watch and continue to
experience this new and undeniably powerful feeling.

   Her breathing rate increased and her face began to flush, the pace of
her hips increased as she seemed to revel in the stimulation that he was
giving her.  Finally she seemed to feel it had been enough and placed her
hands on his again, holding them still on her breast and over her pussy.

   "Now, how is this for a tip?" she cooed.

   "Ma'am, this is the best tip I have ever gotten." He responded.

   "Glad to hear it, but I really do have somewhere to go tonight," she
said, gently trying to bring the event to a graceful end, "So smack my ass
and you should be off."

   Janet stepped forward away from his lingering hands and bent over,
pushing her ass out towards him.  Without Janet between him and myself, he
finally noticed that I was still there, watching what he had been doing.  A
worried look crossed his face as he had temporarily forgotten about my
presence amidst the distraction that Janet had provided.  Seeing me relaxed
in an armchair, smiling, and obviously in on the events that had just
transpired seemed to reassure him.

   "Well," I told him while motioning toward my wife who was still bent
over wiggling her ass back and forth at him, "the lady wants a good swat."

   He smiled at me, relief on his face, and turned back towards Janet.  He
stepped off toward her left side and delivered a surprisingly firm smack on
her left butt cheek with his right hand.  Janet squealed at the impact and
stood up, rubbing her butt cheek, a red hand print growing on the pale
flesh.  She had not expected him to smack that hard but I could see that
she was not at all unhappy with the result of her request.

   Facing him again, her body still exposed, Janet said, "Thank you for
being so gentle, and respectful about all this, I thoroughly enjoyed it."

   He gazed at her, surprisingly in the eyes this time, and told her, "I
still can't believe this happened to me, Thank you."

   "What's your name, by the way?" She asked

   "Matt." He said.

   "Well Matt, It was a pleasure to see you again, and to have you see me
again, I suppose." Janet said with obvious glee at the pun.  "But we really
have somewhere to be and should probably get going.  What days do you
deliver pizza, you know, in case we need another one delivered?"

   "I work at the department store Monday through Thursday and deliver
pizza Friday and Saturday nights." He said

   "Excellent," Janet said, "Well thank you again and I hope we run into
each other in the future."

   "Sounds great," he said, smiling broadly, "Thanks again and have a great
night." With that he turned and picked up the now empty insulated pizza
carrier and with a last lustful glance back at my wife standing there,
turned and let himself out, closing the door behind him.

   Silence filled the room for several long seconds before I finally
decided to break it.

   "Well, that was certainly entertaining." I said with exaggerated
dryness.

   "Oh my god!" She responded, suddenly turning from the door and facing
me, her arms waving excitedly in the air, "That was so hot!  I can't
believe I just did that.  Did I go too far?" A sudden look of concern
appeared on her face.  "Were you okay with all of that, I didn't ask about
letting him touch everything?  I just got lost in the moment and it was so
thrilling and erotic."

   "Oh no, it's all good.  That had to be the hottest thing that I think I
have ever seen." I responded.  "I mean it was unexpected and such a turn
on, a live sex show of sorts.  It was amazing to watch.  What did he
whisper to you?"

   "He just asked if he could touch more than just my boobs.  He was super
respectful.  How could I say no?"

   "Agreed," I said, "I just cannot believe the coincidence that the kid
from the store that started all of this happened to be the delivery guy
tonight, I mean what are the odds?"

   "Just meant to be I guess." Janet suggested.  "What happens now?"

   "We still have a babysitter and a date night," I reminded her, "We
should probably get you dressed again and get away before she gets back
with the kids."

   Janet whined for a bit about being so horny and not getting banged out
right then and there but after I promised to ravage her later she got
dressed again, and leaving the pizza for the kids and babysitter on the
kitchen counter, we headed out the door.



   Part 3: A New Friend

   We had dinner that evening at a slightly upscale steakhouse in town. 
Throughout dinner the conversation kept coming back to rehashing the events
of the evening and reliving the excitement of what she had just done.  We
were both more than pleased with how things had gone and how excited it had
made us.  I told her about how my initial anxiety had turned into a hungry
desire to see more and how watching her get pleasure was a powerful
aphrodisiac for me.

   She described to me the feeling of being touched by a stranger, how it
felt different than letting me touch her, it felt naughtier and wrong but
in a good way and had made her very wet.  She said that when she put her
hands on her head and just let his hands wander over her body she felt like
she was just a sexual object who was on display for his enjoyment.  The
feeling of having his hands wandering over her skin and not being in
control of what he did stirred a craving inside her for more.

   She also admitted to me that the thought of being touched like that
while being restrained and helpless had recently become one of her common
fantasies and that the events of tonight had only reinforced those
feelings. I was a little surprised by that last part as she had never
expressed any interest in bondage or power transfer play, but even I had to
admit that we had never explored those things nor had we engaged in any
meaningful conversations about them before tonight.

   After dinner was finished we went to a local club that was nearby.  It
was a popular place in town and had a very nice bar, a good sized dance
floor, and a lot of booths and tables for patrons to sit at.  That night it
was busy but not too crowded and we found a table off to the side, a little
ways from the dance floor.  The waitress brought us our drinks which we
sipped as we watched the dancers.  The club was having a retro night that
night with pop and dance music from the '90's and we were thoroughly
enjoying listening to the songs we both remembered from our youth while
watching the people dancing.

   Conversation was challenging as the music was loud, so after finishing
our drinks we decided to join the other dancers on the floor.  Now, I was
never a great dancer but I did have a few good moves and could keep rhythm
fairly well.  Janet, on the other hand, was a phenomenal dancer when she
got into her groove.  She had rhythm and grace along with a touch of sexy
in her moves.  Tonight however, her moves went from sexy to downright nasty
as she rubbed against me and poured all of her sexual energy into an
extremely suggestive series of dance moves.  I was surprised but quickly
remembered that she had been having a very sexually stimulating evening and
had not had any release at all.

   She started getting noticed by several of the guys and quite a few of
the women dancing around us.  I noticed that the guys seemed to really
enjoy what they saw, however most of the twenty something girls were not
nearly as appreciative of someone attracting any of their boyfriend's
attention.  One guy even got hit in the arm by his girlfriend after getting
caught leering at my wife a little too long as she was bent over grinding
her ass against my crotch.

   After four or five songs we decided to take a break and grab another
round of drinks.  Sitting at the table side by side facing the dance floor
and sipping drinks while catching our breath, I noticed a slight sheen of
sweat on her cleavage from her energetic dancing and her nipples were fully
erect and poking through the thin fabric of her dress.  Deciding to have a
little fun with her, I casually let my left hand slide over and began
rubbing her nipples through the sequined fabric.  Janet did not move at all
or try to shoo my hand away, instead she subtly pushed her chest out and
closed her eyes, letting me gently circle her now very erect nipples in
full view of whomever might look over at us without resistance or concern.
We were in the relative dim light outside the bright circle of the dance
floor so I felt it was unlikely that anyone would notice, but the
possibility was always there.

   It turned out someone definately had noticed.

   I had only been touching her breasts for a few moments when I noticed a
pair of eyes locked on us, and what we were doing, staring intently at us.
The watcher's table was about 2 tables away, maybe 30 feet or so and was
occupied by 4 ladies, all late 30's to mid-40's and dressed nicely but in a
style to suit their ages.  Their look appeared to me to be consistent with
a group of ladies on a friendly girl's night out.  The woman who was
watching us appeared to be in her late 30's, possibly just a few years
older than us.  She was an attractive woman, her figure was a little more
plump than Janet's unusually lithe frame but very shapely with larger C or
D cup breasts (I have never been good at guesstimating breast size
accurately).  She had long brown hair that fell past her shoulder blades in
wide soft curls with blonde highlights, and was wearing a green knit
keyhole neck dress that fell mid-thigh and hugged her pronounced curves
magnificently and showed a strong hint of some magnificent cleavage.  Lower
down were black leather calf high boots and she had a gold necklace around
the neckline of the dress and a matching gold bracelet.

   She watched as I rubbed Janet's nipples, staring in rapt attention
without any disdain or surprise on her face.  It appeared to me as if she
might be simply enjoying watching the events transpiring at our table.  I
felt a little concern about being watched like that and was nervous that
she might cause a problem for us so I stopped rubbing and returned to my
drink.

   Janet opened her eyes and looked at me with disappointment as she had
been enjoying herself, and I simply nodded and indicated the direction of
the other table with my eyes were the woman was watching us from.  Janet
glanced concernedly in that direction and I followed her gaze to see if the
woman was still looking at us now that I had ceased my activities and found
that she was.  Janet stiffened after noticing her, indicating to me that
she had the same concerns that had caused me to stop touching her.  The
woman, however, gave us a wink and a subtle thumbs up before turning back
to pay attention to whatever conversation or distraction was transpiring
with her friends at their table.

   Emboldened by the apparent show of support, I continued to molest my
wife at opportune moments throughout the evening and Janet, who seemed no
longer concerned about the woman who had been watching us, and was feeling
very sexually aroused, always responded overtly to my touches, even placing
her hands over mine and running my hands slowly over her body in the most
lascivious way at one point.

   I noticed the woman still watching us at our table from time to time
when she could do so without drawing the attention of her friends; and
several times saw her eyes on us when we were on the dance floor and Janet
was being especially naughty.  Her eyes always showed interested intensity.
I suspected that she was enjoying our overtly sexualized behavior and
thought that she might possibly be a voyeur or exhibitionist herself. 
Janet never seemed to pay any more attention to the woman who had been
watching, at least not that I ever noticed.

   After having several drinks, the disinhibition from the alcohol began to
take hold and we became more emboldened.  After returning to our table from
another energetic round on the dance floor, I moved behind my wife as she
sat down in her chair, and nuzzling her neck, I slipped my hand slowly down
her body and thighs.  Reaching the hem of her dress, I pulled it up towards
her waist, exposing the tops of her stockings and garter straps.  Sliding
my hand back down, I traced my fingers around the edges of her lace thong
before sliding my index finger up and down the moist slit of her vulva.

   Janet leaned her head back against my chest as I continued running my
finger up and down, slowly rubbing her desperate pussy.  I heard a groan
escape her lips over the thumping music and she spread her legs, exposing
her barely covered crotch in the dim light and allowing me easier access.
Figuring she had been denied long enough, and with alcohol numbing any
worry about being caught, I began to rub more quickly, focusing my
ministrations on her clit and slowly increasing the intensity and pressure.
She began to rock her pelvis forward and backward, working her hips against
my fingers and when she suddenly tensed and spread her legs obscenely wide,
I realized that she was rapidly nearing an orgasm.

   Finding the swollen nub of her clitoris through her panties, I focused
my rubbing directly on it and drove her rapidly towards toward climax. 
Janet's legs began to tremble and I knew she was only seconds away so I
reached with my free hand to pinch her left nipple between my thumb and
forefinger aggressively.  Janet exploded in orgasm then and there.  Her
legs shook violently and her hips thrashed as I continued to rub, gradually
lightening the pressure on her clit.  Her cries were lost in the loud music
while her body convulsed in pleasurable abandon.  After a few seconds I
slowly removed my hands and moved to sit in my chair next to her still
quivering form.

   I glanced around to see if anyone had seen us and found the gaze of the
woman again locked directly on us, her eyes were wide while she
absentmindedly bit the tip of her index finger after observing Janet's
climactic performance.

   Janet took a few minutes to regain her composure, then went to the
bathroom as I ordered a new round of drinks.  On her return she plopped
down in my lap and leaning in close asked, "Did she watch?"

   "The woman at the other table?" I said wile gesturing towards her table
with my head.  "Yup, sure did.  Looked to me like she enjoyed it too."

   Janet smiled, and saying no more about it, kissed my cheek and slid back
over onto her chair and began sipping her drink which had arrived just
before her return.

   After we had been at the club for a few hours and were beginning to feel
the effects of the drinks and the activity we agreed to make our exit.  We
stood and gathered our belongings, and after paying the tab, began to make
our way out the exit.  I glanced back one last time towards the table that
the woman was seated at and saw her chair empty but her friends still
happily engaged in whatever they were talking about.

   I somehow felt disappointed by her absence even though we had never
spoken and the only contact with her was a few vague gestures and some eye
contact from a distance.  Perhaps I had been hoping for something, or maybe
it was just the fun of having an appreciative and attractive audience.  I
was never able to settle that in my mind because halfway across the parking
lot to our car we were interrupted by a female voice behind us.

   "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say that I enjoyed
watching you." The voice said.  "I hope you don't take that in a bad way."

   We both turned around and I thrilled inside to see the woman who had
been watching us now standing a few paces behind us.  She was about 5'2",
several inches shorter than Janet.  She looked every bit as curvy and
fabulous standing as she did sitting at the table, her knit dress clinging
tightly to her body.  When my wife didn't respond I said, "Thank you, I'm
glad you enjoyed it.  I was worried when you first saw us, I thought you
might have been offended."

   "Oh, no.  Not at all.  I know what it is like to be caught doing
something in public," she said, smiling at me and confirming my earlier
suspicions about her, "I just wanted you to know it was fun to watch
someone else for a change."

   Janet who had been surprised by the sudden intrusion suddenly piped in
with a warm smile.  "I appreciate you telling us that.  Lately we have been
trying some....  Well, trying new things and it is still sort of new to
us."

   "My name is Anette," the woman said approaching and putting her hand out
for introductions, "this may seem forward but I wanted to meet you and
introduce myself.  That is why I followed you out so I could talk to you."
She looked at Janet, "You are beautiful, absolutely stunning and watching
you on the dance floor, and off, was a real privilege."

   "My name is Janet and this is my husband, Tony." Janet said as we all
shook hands.  "Thank you so much, you are too sweet."

   "I'm sad that my husband, was not here to enjoy the show, but I'm sure
glad I was." Anette said."

   "Did you really enjoy watching?" Janet asked earnestly.

   "Sweetheart, I am so wet after watching you cum that I can't sit down
without sliding off the chair." Anette responded with an enormous smile
that lit up her whole face.

   I couldn't help it, picturing her suddenly sliding off a chair onto the
floor caused me to immediately lapse into fits of uncontrolled laughter
followed immediately by both Janet and Anette.  The sound of all three of
us laughing echoed off the building in the quiet parking lot.

   The humor and frankness of Anette's statement about watching her cum
seemed to break the ice for Janet with this new stranger.  Seemingly
emboldened by Anette's blunt compliment Janet suddenly confessed, "I knew
you were watching, that is one of the reasons why I came so fast."

   Anette suddenly perked up, eyebrows raising, "One of the reasons?  Dare
I even ask what the other reasons might be?" Anette said in a voice
dripping with mischievous curiosity.

   "Well....  I umm..  I sorta stripped for a pizza delivery boy and let
him feel me up before we went out tonight." Janet stammered out, seemingly
not as comfortable with blunt confessions as Anette was.  "And this asshole
here didn't let me have an orgasm before we left the house and I was so
horny that I couldn't see straight." Janet finished in a much more
confident voice while jerking her thumb accusingly in my direction.

   "Men!" Anette retorted in a harsh voice while smiling knowingly at me.
"With them it's always time to go but never time to cum!"

   Another round of laughter flowed through our little group.  Anette
seemed to be totally un-shockable and absolutely fearless about saying
things that most people only implied or were too shy to admit.  I wondered
about this woman, what was it that made her so open and accepting about sex
that an admission to being groped by a pizza delivery boy by a woman she
just met caused her no more shock than if Janet had said she stubbed her
toe on the coffee table?

   "Well, it's definitely time for me to cum, whether he thinks so or not."
Janet announced.

   "Do I get to watch again?" Anette asked, the laughter fading away and
her face taking on a curious look.

   I was slightly taken aback, unsure if Anette was joking or if she was
really asking to watch Janet have an orgasm again.  The thought suddenly
hit me like a freight train.  There was a beautiful woman who had watched
my wife have a semi-public orgasm not one hour ago asking to watch her cum
again.  Depending on Janet there might be the chance of some continuation
of the sexy action that had been happening between my wife and myself all
evening long and the thought caused a burning need to fill my mind.  It all
depended on Janet and what she was comfortable with.

   The problem that I found myself with was that there was no way to ask
her how she felt or if she wanted to do this in front of Anette without
putting her in a corner and making her out to be the bad guy if she did not
feel into it.  I decided to stay silent and let the two of them sort it out
without my intrusion.

   Janet looked at Anette for just a moment, I suspected that she was
wondering if she was serious or joking, the same as I was.  "Would you like
to watch?" She finally asked.

   Anette's face turned dead serious.  "I would love to watch.  If you are
comfortable with it I could even help."

   "There is just one thing," Janet said glancing furtively in my
direction, "Our deal is we both have to be okay with it.  I would be happy
to if he says okay."

   "That is great, you guys have already discussed rules and expectations!"
Anette suddenly gushed, looking from Janet to myself.  "Well, Tony, are you
comfortable with this?"

   "She can do this on one condition," I said, recognizing that there was
an opportunity here, "I get to hold her dress and she walks wherever we are
going without it from here."

   Janet looked at me, her eyes wide in surprise as we were standing in a
parking lot and someone could show up from anywhere and at any time.

   Anette laughed and turning back toward Janet said, "Now that sounds like
a deal to me.  Janet you sexy little minx, are you ready to relieve some of
this frustration?"

   "Well, fuck it.  Yes I am." Janet said after a moment of indecision
looking back and forth between Anette and me.  "Where?"

   "My car is over there," Anette said pointing across the half full
parking lot to a black sedan in a secluded corner about 100 meters away
from where we currently were, right in front of the entrance to the club in
full view of anyone coming out, "Now, love, give Tony your dress and we can
head over." Anette said that last part with a very evil smile on her face
and winked at me.

   Janet looked between Anette and myself in turn and the serious
expressions on our faces about what we wanted her to do made her shudder
and smile in anticipation.

   "You guys had better make this worth my while." Janet teased as she
reached behind her and started working the zipper on her dress down for the
second time that night.

   Getting her dress fully unzipped while we watched, she again shrugged
out of it and let the dress fall into a pile on the ground which she
stepped out of.  Janet's pert breasts glowed like heavenly orbs in the
orange tinted parking lot lights, her dark pink nipples fully erect in the
cool night air.  Anette and I stared, admiring her stunning body as she
bent down to retrieve her dress off the asphalt and handed it to me for
safekeeping.

   Standing upright again, Janet took a deep nervous breath, and slowly
letting it out, braced herself for what was happening and forced herself to
roll her shoulders back and strike a confidant pose.  She began her walk
towards Anette's car, strutting across the parking lot, keeping her eyes
forward and walking slowly but with a confident gait, like a model on a
catwalk, her ass wiggling back and forth with each step.  Anette and I
looked at each other with a look of mutual admiration for her and followed
at a short distance toward the car.

   As we walked I glanced around but saw nobody at all in sight.  I decided
this was probably a good thing because if we attracted an audience now her
naked walk would probably have to be the end of the festivities.

   When Janet arrived at the black sedan she turned and faced Anette and I.
We were about 15 or 20 feet behind her and we both stopped in admiration at
the sight.  Janet stood, hands on her hips, her body fully on display in
the dim lighting.  She looked to me like a lingerie model with her tight
body and perky breasts shining in the night, her black stockings and garter
belt contrasting with her pale skin.  I was awestruck.  Anette was
apparently awestruck as well, as she just stood next to me, speechless and
staring.  In that silent moment I thought that maybe I should do something
to kick start whatever was coming next, but being as this was something
that Anette and Janet had decided on and I had simply agreed to, I decided
to stay in my role of observer and let one of them take the lead.  I did
not have to wait long.

   "How would you like to do this?" Janet asked, looking toward Anette and
seemingly giving over control to her by her question.

   "Move to the front of the car and stand with your back to it." Anette
said.

   Janet did so, centering herself on the hood and standing about 18 inches
from the front bumper.  Anette moved behind her and hopped up to sit on the
hood of the car directly behind Janet.  Then reaching out, she grabbed the
back of Janet's garter belt and gently pulled her backwards until her legs
touched the bumper.  Thinking for a second, Anette figured out how she
wanted to do this, and lifting her butt, she pulled her own dress up over
her hips and around her waist, exposing her very shapely legs and a pair of
red panties that just barely covered her crotch.  Spreading her legs wide,
wider than her dress would have allowed, she guided Janet backwards until
she was seated between Anette's legs also on the hood and had her upper
body leaned back against Anette's chest.  Anette then hooked her legs over
the top of Janet's and using her heels on the inside of Janet's thighs,
spread Janet's legs as wide as she could manage.

   "Is it okay with you if I touch you as you masturbate?" Anette asked
Janet.

   "Yes, I would love that." Janet responded huskily, obviously starting to
feel the sexual energy of the contact and the promise of what was about to
happen.

   "Tony, are you okay with me touching her?" Anette asked looking at me
now.  "We might need you to help out in just a minute but I want to get her
warmed up first."

   "Yes, absolutely." I said with genuine enthusiasm.

   "Beautiful.  Janet, love, please rub your pussy, I want to feel you when
you cum." Anette stage whispered in Janet's ear for the benefit of my
hearing as well.

   Janet's hands dove under her panties and began desperately rubbing her
clit as Anette moved both of her hands to Janet's breasts and began to
trace circles around her areolas with her fingers.  Janet looked into my
eyes then groaned and leaned her head back on Anette's shoulder, relaxing
back into the pleasure of the touch and the arousal caused by her own
fingers.  Janet kept up an aggressive pace rubbing her slit under her
panties, seeking the climax that had been building for hours.

   Anette began to knead and rub Jane's breasts and started to lightly
pinch and twist her nipples, becoming more assertive in her actions as
Janet's need increased.  Janet began moaning loudly, her hands moving
rapidly under her panties, one hand lower down apparently thrusting fingers
into her soaked vagina and the other hand vigorously rubbing her clit,
achieving the maximum stimulation she was capable of tolerating.  Her moans
quickly became cries as her climax approached.  Janet's stomach began to
flex and twitch as she rocked her pelvis forward and backwards, thrusting
herself down onto her own fingers as she ground herself closer and closer
to orgasm.

   Anette began pulling and twisting Janet's nipples with her thumbs and
index fingers, squeezing her breasts firmly with the remaining fingers. 
Janet's cries turned to a muffled scream as she clamped her mouth shut and
her whole body began to shake.  Anette pulled harder with her heels,
forcing Janet's legs apart more firmly, and redoubling her efforts on
Janet's nipples as she neared climax.

   Janet came, suddenly and very loudly.  Her whole body shook so hard that
Anette had to wrap her arms around Janet's torso and squeeze tight to keep
her in place as the largest and most violent orgasm I had ever witnessed
from her ripped through her.  Her whole body became a shaking, quivering
mass and her cries and screams of ecstasy were no longer silenced as her
fingers continued to rub her clit under her panties and extend the mind
numbing waves of pleasure that were coursing through her.

   After a few moments Janet began to come down from her climax and her
body relaxed, her fingers no longer rubbing her undoubtedly swollen and
sensitive clitoris.  Janet just lay there, leaned back on Anette, her head
still on Anette's shoulder and legs still being held apart, totally relaxed
as she recovered, her breathing ragged.

   "Tony, are you hard?" Anette asked, looking up at me.

   "Never been harder." I answered truthfully, my slacks painfully tented
in front of my crotch.

   "Well, you are up big boy, make it snappy before we actually end up with
an audience we don't want."

   Unzipping I stepped up to the front of the car as Anette slid forward a
little, placing Janet's ass on the very edge of the car hood and giving me
access to her pussy.  Once I freed my painfully engorged cock, I reached
down and slid Janet's panties off to the side and placed my swollen glans
right at the opening to her vagina.  With only a little pressure I easily
slid in, marveling at how unbelievably wet and warm her pussy was,
confirming how aroused she had been for so many hours.  Her panties were
positively soaked through.

   Pressing fully inside of her without wasting any time, I began to pick
up a quick and deep thrust pattern, intending to make this fuck as quick as
I could.  Janet, who had barely recovered her senses from her first orgasm
and only seemed semi-conscious now began her moans and squeals anew,
grunting each time I slammed in as deep as I could.  The car began to rock
on its suspension and Anette had to reach down and grab Janet's ankles with
her hands an pull her legs up, holding the back of Janet's knees in the
crook of her elbows to fully expose her crotch to me and control Janet's
legs as she began to move and thrash around yet again.

   Janet reached back and hooked her arms around Anette's waist behind her
for support and held on for dear life.  I watched with pure sexual delight
as her inner labia disappeared inside of her with each thrust and slid back
out as I pulled my dick back out accompanied by a small gush of fluid each
time.  Janet became more vocal, no longer trying to keep quiet or muffle
herself she was loudly moaning and making all sorts on incomprehensible
noises that meant she was headed quickly toward yet another powerful
climax.

   I had only been fucking Janet for about a minute when I began to see the
telltale shaking starting in her legs and her voice became still louder and
more insistent.  I knew that she did not have long to go, and as aroused as
I was at what had happened in the last few minutes, neither did I.  I felt
the head of my dick swell and grow tighter with pre-orgasmic pressure and I
redoubled my efforts at pounding into my wife.  I was now hammering her as
fast and as hard as I possibly could, trying to time our orgasms to
coincide.

   Janet began to wildly buck around, causing Anette to nearly lose her
grip on Janet's legs as her whole body began to shake, her tits jiggling
back and forth.  I felt a surging pressure from inside, and grabbing
Janet's waist hard, I pounded my cock deep inside her, and while grunting
in pleasure, began pumping load after load of semen into my dirty little
public slut.  As I was cumming, Janet clamped her eyes tightly shut and her
entire body contracted, her muscles flexing under her sweat glistened skin
in the dim parking lot lights.

   Janet's orgasm rocked her body to its core, unable to speak or make a
sound, she just shook in spasms of ecstasy and I felt her vagina
relentlessly contract and relax around my shaft in powerful squeezes,
milking me with its relentless force.

   I pulled out after a few moments, a flow of mixed fluids leaked from
Janet's vagina and ran down her ass toward the car hood.  I gently replaced
her panties over her dripping pussy to stem the flow, being careful to
avoid rubbing her swollen and overly sensitive clit.  Anette slowly
released Janet's legs, letting them slide down until they were hanging over
the front of the car, her feet, still wearing the heels, dangled a few
inches off the pavement.  Janet's whole body relaxed back against Anette,
flaccid and exhausted for the moment.

   Anette held Janet's head against the side of her own, her other hand
slowly stroking Janet's breasts and stomach, fingers tracing gently up and
down her torso as Janet recovered from the second body shaking orgasm she
had in the last few minutes.

   Regaining her mental faculties, Janet struggled off the car and shakily
regained her feet, allowing Anette to slide down the hood and stand in
front of her, her dress still hiked up around her waist and leaving her
gorgeous ass exposed and revealing her red panties to actually be a tiny
thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks.  Janet was still
flushed and swaying slightly on her feet, her strength sapped from the
physical and mental drain of the life altering climaxes, but her eyes
slowly became focused and she smiled tenderly at Anette.

   "Oh my God, that was amazing." Janet said, breathing hard.

   Anette stared lovingly back into Janet's eyes, smiling a lustful smile.
"Can I kiss you?" Anette asked, then turning toward me, "May I kiss your
wife?"

   "Oh please do." I said, wondering if Janet would actually allow that. 
As far as I knew she had never kissed another woman, although she had never
been squeamish regarding lesbian relationships.

   Rather than answering Anette, Janet simply reached up and placing her
hands on the sides of Anette's face guided her forward until their lips
met. The two women kissed gently but with great passion for several
seconds, open mouthed and deeply.  Anette reached around Janet's waist and
pulled their bodies into close contact, breasts pressed together as they
kissed.  After a moment they slowly broke apart, their lips lingering on
each other's for a split second longer before they finally separated.

   Both women stared into the eyes of the other, still holding on to each
other, their lips remaining only inches apart.  It looked to me as if they
were lost in passion, staring deeply into each other's eyes, trying to
decide whether to kiss again or let go.  That kiss was singularly one of
the sexiest things that I had ever witnessed up to that point in my life.
My cock began to stir inside my pants again as I had watched.

   "That was crazy intense." Janet said as she finally backed away, slowly
letting go of Anette's face.

   "It was for me as well," Anette responded, "my husband is going to have
a busy night when I get home because if you thought I was wet before..."
Anette let her thought trail off while giving both of us a lecherous
eyebrow raise and exaggerated wink.

   "Is your husband going to be okay with all of this?" Janet suddenly
asked.

   "Oh yes, this is part of our deal, and he will love hearing me tell him
about this." Anette said.

   "Oh, well that is good." Said Janet.

   "Listen, we should probably cut this short, we are about to develop an
audience." Anette said, gesturing over toward the door to the club where
four or five guys who had come outside to smoke were gathered, cigarettes
burning uselessly and forgotten in their fingers, facing us and intently
watching what we were doing.

   With Janet still being mostly nude and with the uncertainty of how long
they had been watching our escapades I felt the time was right to make our
escape.

   "I agree with you.  Anette if you don't mind can I give you our numbers,
I think we would love to meet you again sometime, your husband as well." I
said.

   "Certainly," Anette said, beaming, "I absolutely think we should all get
together sometime."

   I handed Anette one of my business cars from my wallet after scribbling
both mine and Janet's cell numbers on the back and we prepared to say our
goodbyes and to make our escape.  I tried to hand Janet her dress back to
put on but she shook her head and waved it away.

   "Keep it," Janet said with a naughty smile after glancing at the small
crowd of onlookers outside the club, "Let them watch.  Our car is not very
far anyway.  Anette, Thank you for a wonderful evening, it has been a
pleasure."

   "The pleasure was nearly all mine," Anette said to Janet.

   Then turning toward me, Anette grabbed my hands and stepping in close,
pressed her soft, warm body tightly against mine and kissed me softly on
the cheek.  "Thank you as well." She whispered to me in a sultry voice that
sent erotic shivers up and down my spine and additional stirring in my
pants.

   Anette then gave Janet a quick goodbye hug, and as we turned to walk
away, Janet stopped suddenly and giggled quietly with an apparent sudden
thought.

   Turning her head to Anette over her shoulder she commented, "If we all
get together, I know the perfect place to order pizza from.  They have the
friendliest delivery drivers."

   Anette began laughing as she remembered Janet's story about the pizza
boy from earlier in the evening and continued to chuckle as she turned to
unlock her car door, her dress still up around her waist and her thong
accentuated ass still gloriously exposed.

   Janet and I walked in the direction our car, a little way across the
parking lot but no nearer the entrance than Anette's car so we would be
safe from approaching the club entrance and the group of men still watching
us.  I walked on the side of my wife furthest from the club to allow them
the best view as she did her slow confident stroll toward our car and
marveled at how beautiful she looked to me in that moment.

   Janet's post-orgasmic glow and growing confidence in showing herself off
made her more and more attractive and desirable to me.  Our audience
continued to stare in rapt attention as we made our way, their eyes locked
on the object of my affection and I wondered what the future held for us. I
knew we were just beginning this journey and it had been turning out to be
a very exciting trip thus far.  I also knew that I was going to be a busy
boy tonight.  Judging by her strut, Janet was fully recovered now and
raring to go yet again.

   'Well,' I thought to myself, 'The kids are at home so we may just have
to find a nice public spot for me to bend my wife over the truck and fuck
her again on the way home.' It occurred to me that I was also starting to
get into this exhibitionist stuff myself.