My favorite sex-time bedroom game is to get JoAnn wildly excited by making up explicit and kinky fantasy stories about her fucking other guys. Often she gets so turned on that she'll climax intensely several times before we're done. But once we've finished, JoAnn always reminds me; while she loves the fantasy, she's not really going to fuck somebody else, even if I say it's okay. Last week changed all that.
We took two weeks off down in the Florida Keys and my long time friend, Alan, flew in to party with us the second week.
JoAnn and I did the usual vacation stuff and I bought her one of those bikinis that's designed to let sun rays in for tanning but supposedly isn't see-through. We didn't read the fine print though and soon discovered that when this fabric gets wet, it becomes very transparent.
Several days later JoAnn wanted to try out her new "tan-through" swimsuit, so we headed down to the pool for a relaxing day of rum punch and sunbathing. After an hour or so in the Florida heat, my wife was ready to take a cooling dip.
JoAnn is a pretty brunette with a great smile, long-dark-curly hair and big tits (36D) that look even larger on her thin frame. She turns heads wherever we go, but for some reason she seemed to be causing much more fuss than usual when she climbed out of the water.
I had been spacing out in one of the reclining deck chairs when my thoughts were interrupted by the buzz coming from the Tiki bar. Looking up, I watched my sexy wife order another round of drinks and playfully chat with the small crowd of guys that appeared to zoom in on her at the bar. Finally, she started back over to our table and I suddenly realized what was causing all the excitement. Her soaking wet "tan-through" had become a virtual "see-through" and she was unknowingly giving a free show to a very appreciative crowd. Up close, the wet swimsuit didn't conceal anything! Her full tits and the large dark circles that surround her thick nipples were clearly visible and her trim bush was matted down, exposing her half-swollen clit.
As calmly as I could, I explained the situation to her. JoAnn instantly flushed bright red and I could feel the color burning my face too. She threw a towel around her shoulders and we quickly scurried back up to our condo.
JoAnn was mildly upset, but soon her irritation gave way to aroused curiosity. Her first taste of exhibitionism was exhilarating and the more we talked about it, the hotter she got.
I had to confess that she did look stunning. The men down at the pool had obviously enjoyed her sexy body and I told her so. "But," I added, "They really wished you'd stayed a little longer."
"Stay longer?" She teased, "Why?"
Fumbling like teenagers, we hurriedly peeled off each other's clothes and were soon fucking "doggy-style" on the couch. Gangbang stories are one of her favorite fantasies and she moaned with unashamed lust as I graphically described how the guys at the pool would take turns shooting heavy loads into her mouth and cunt.
We had bought a large lifelike dildo at the adult bookstore on Roosevelt avenue a few days earlier and now seemed like the perfect time to give it a try. I got up, ripped it from the box and rinsed it off. Handing her the rubber cock I explained, "I want to watch you fuck."
Turning over with a naughty smile, she let one leg dangle over the couch and little by little worked the oversize dildo into her wet cunt hole. JoAnn took over the story telling too, and her version of the gangbang made mine seem mild by comparison. I was jacking off and sometime after JoAnn's first orgasm I came all over her tits and belly. But she wasn't done yet and continued the wild fantasy story in a breathy voice while fucking herself with the big rubber cock. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. After climaxing several more times she finally pulled the eight-inch dildo out with a plop. "You'd really like to see me fuck another guy, wouldn't you?" I nodded, but I knew she was going to give me her usual spiel about our sex games being just a fantasy. Instead she just smiled and quietly whispered, "me too."
Alan arrived the next day and met us at our condo. It was his forty-second birthday and the three of us hit the town and began partying early. No bar, dance club or strip joint was off limits and by three or four o'clock the next morning it seemed like we had drank all the rum in Key West. We ended up back at our place quite drunk, but we decided to light up a cigar and have one last nightcap anyway.
My wife had never smoked a cigar before but she playfully went along and teased the large unlit Churchill with the tip of her tongue. Giggling, she wrapped her red lips around the fat cigar and looked up in mock innocence, "How come it's not getting any bigger?" Alan and I burst out laughing as she desperately tried to keep a straight face.
Something had gone wrong with our suite's air conditioner and the place had become very hot and stuffy while we'd been out. It was uncomfortable enough (and JoAnn was drunk enough) that I easily convinced her to take off her blouse to cool down. Kind of half smiling - half smirking, she slowly removed her top revealing a see-through front clasp bra that didn't leave much to the imagination.
Our daylong rum-drinking orgy had overwhelmed our inhibitions and JoAnn's half-naked body (along with her cigar antics) ignited a charge of sexual energy that buzzed through the smoky room. All conversation drifted to sex.
JoAnn was sitting next to me, slowly running her hand up and down my leg. As our spicy chat became more heated, she delicately outlined the growing bulge in my pants with her fingernails.
My cock was rock hard and straining to get out. Alan didn't notice though - he was busy staring at JoAnn's chest. Her swollen and stiff nipples had pressed against the thin sheer fabric causing her dark areolas to peek out over the top of her bra.
I wondered where this was going when JoAnn sighed, got up and walked over to Alan. She bent over giving him an up-close view of her tantalizing body followed by a drunk, and wet "happy-birthday-goodnight" kiss.
She went upstairs as Alan and I awkwardly tried to make small talk for several minutes. Finally, we said goodnight too and I went upstairs to join JoAnn in bed.
I could hear creaking noises before I even got to the top of the stairs. I stopped in the open doorway and watched JoAnn, totally nude and sprawled across our bed, slamming the dildo in and out of her pussy. She was breathing hard and loudly moaning something about needing to be "really fucked." Her hips thrust upward as she pushed the rubber cock deeper. On each stroke, she pulled the shaft out and I could see it was soaked in her cunt juices - all wet and shiny.
"Shhh, before you wake the whole building."
