Jeff and I got married after living together for two years, so neither of us expected any sexual surprised on our honeymoon. But we were mistaken! When my darling Jeff urged me to participate in a spontaneous amateur strip contest, our sexual relationship caught fire. And I discovered the exhibitionist inside me that we now delight in exploring every chance we get.

Since Jeff and I are both accomplished skiers, we chose to honeymoon at one of those upscale ski resorts in Colorado. It seemed like a perfect combination of honeymoon and ski holiday. Our jobs in the city as demanding on both our time and energy, and our sex life was getting pretty routine and less frequent. But that first night at the lodge was a turn on that still makes me tingle when I think about it.

We were in the lounge, sipping white wine and listening to a rather good band. The place was nearly full with mostly couples like Jeff and me young professionals enjoying time away from the pressures of work. A half dozen couples danced on the small floor next to the band. We held hands, and I wondered if having sex as a married couple would be any different. I guess I knew the answer, though. Unless one of us had something new in mind, our honeymoon would be more of the same.

The band started playing one of the great old Stones songs, and I got the urge to dance. But before I could tell Jeff, my attention was drawn to one of the women on the dance floor. She was a petite, dark haired little vixen, and I had seen Jeff glancing at her a few times. She wore a tight sweater over a turtleneck and stretch pants. The ski outfit did little to hide her obvious curves as she danced. All eyes in the room followed her as she broke away from her partner and stepped onto the edge of the stage.

In one motion she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Then she buried her hands in the tangle of her long black hair and danced wildly with her hips thrust out. The white turtleneck she wore perfectly outlined her braless breasts as they jiggled with every twist and thrust.

The lead singer didn t miss a beat. He just watched and smiled his encouragement along with the rest of the men in the room. A few shouts for her to take it all off were heard above the music. With just that slight urging, the woman untucked her shirt. Still lost in her dance, she pulled the turtleneck loose and slid one arm free, then the other.

Men were on their feet clapping and yelling. With a great smile and a lewd wink, she whisked off her shirt and stood proudly bare breasted for everyone to see. Whistles and wolf calls joined the applause. Jeff looked at me with a big grin on his face. I just smiled back at him as the heat rose in my cheeks, and I realized I was embarrassed because I was enjoying this as much as he was!

Just when I thought her performance was about to end, the band went into one of those old stripper tunes. The woman matched the beat, and in a flash she was out of her stretch pants. Her hands then returned to her tangle of hair. With only sheer white panties on, she stepped and strutted and thrust her sex at the crowd. My eyes traveled to the dark triangle between her legs, and I noticed the spreading moisture just visible there as she moved in the light. Jeff saw it, too. He squeezed my hand and smiled like a little devil.

The crowd roared as her fingers found the elastic band at the top of her panties. Amid the shouts and whistles, she teased the crowd by letting her thumbs pull the fabric out and down. Then with a last flourish she exposed her dark haired pussy, and the crowd went even wilder. Men were standing all over the room cheering. Then, suddenly, the woman was grabbed and thrown over the shoulder of the man she had been dancing with earlier. Smiling, he gave a slight bow to the audience, playfully slapped her naked ass and carried her out of the room.

That was wild! Jeff nearly shouted in my ear.

I just sat there with a goofy look on my face, feeling the heat rise in my crotch. I pictured myself doing what that woman had just done, and a tingle of arousal washed over me. I was lost in my own little world as the bandleader said something over his mike and the music started again. Then he shouted, Do we have another contestant?

Jeff put his arm around my shoulder and blurted, Go for it, honey. You know you want to.

I stared at him, my breathing suddenly becoming rapid. I knew he was right. I glanced at the stage, then looked around at the crowd. Just as I was about to stand, the bandleader said, Yes! Here she comes, a big blonde snowbunny!

Sure enough, a tall blonde woman jumped up on the corner of the stage and started to move to the music. I was getting more aroused with each passing second. The idea of baring myself in front of so many strangers sent jolts of excitement to my pussy and caused my nipples to harden. Unlike Jeff, I hardly noticed the blonde s performance. I was too absorbed in maintaining my courage so I could be the first to jump onstage when she finished.

The naked blonde was being carried off by her man as I made my way through the maze of tables to the stage. I was greeted by the lead singer amid the continuous shouts and cheering.

Our next lovely lady is a fiery redhead, he shouted, as I reached the spot where the others had performed. I turned toward the audience and was nearly blinded by the overhead lights. I could see Jeff out at our table wearing a grin as big as I ve ever seen on his handsome face. He led the clapping and cheering enthusiastically.

I was wearing a sweater that buttoned down the front over a high neck silk blouse. The sweater was a deep shade of red that Jeff said made my long, curly red hair look even more dazzling. The band started with another of my favorite old Stones tunes. I could feel the lights heating up my white stretch pants, especially along my upper thighs and where the material pressed against my excited mound.

I became like a woman possessed as my fingers made quick teasing work of the sweater buttons. I shrugged it off and tossed it aside. I couldn t help throwing back my shoulders until my breasts strained against my bra and blouse. The crowd started clapping in time to the music. My fingers found the buttons on my blouse. As I unfastened each one, another wolf whistle greeted its release. As the last one came free, I bent forward at the waist and moved from side to side. With their eyes following in time to my movement, the men tried to glimpse my full breasts, which were barely confined by my lacy white bra.

I turned my back to the crowd and came nearly face to face with the drummer. Like the rest of the men, he had a big smile. Rocking from side to side, I took hold of the front hooks of my bra. The drummer s eyes bugged out as I finally freed my breasts and pulled my blouse and bra aside. The hot, smoky air made my nipples even firmer and more enlarged.

I spun around, naked above the waist, and the hooting and yelling just about drowned out the music. The rush of excitement shot down to my pussy. I could feel my wetness spread and wondered it my state of arousal would be obvious when I stripped further. I slipped my arms out of my sleeves and danced with my bare breasts bouncing for all to see. It was a marvelous feeling!

Take it off! Take it off! the crowd chanted. I looked at my Jeff shouting the words like all the rest. My face felt as flushed as his looked. The band kept a heavy bass beat as I unzipped my stretch pants and added them to the pile of clothes.

The urge to reach down between my legs and stroke myself to orgasm right there onstage was nearly overwhelming, but I managed to restrain myself. I let my fingers dance over the elastic band of my panties. That made the men in the audience even crazier. They shouted for me to bare it all.

My need for release grew stronger as I kept on dancing. The wetness between my legs began seeping out. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and pulled the front of my panties up with both hands. The silky material bunched and slid deliciously between my drenched pussy lips. The sudden pressure on my hot little clitoris sent a powerful jolt of orgasm through my body, almost causing me to fall over. The lights blurred for a second. Then, as I regained my awareness, Jeff was standing in front of me at the edge of the stage. He reached out for my legs and threw me over his shoulder, just like the other men had done with the first two women.

The next thing I remember, Jeff was laying me down on the bed in our suite. He was out of his clothes in a flash with his cock bigger and harder than I d ever seen it. He slid inside my well lubricated cunt with one powerful stroke and I exploded again, then wrapped my legs around his tight little ass and held him deep inside. He came in huge spurts, growling with pleasure.

When our breathing finally returned to normal, we lay side by side, cuddling and whispering our love for each other. Jeff said my little act was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As for me, the knowledge that I could tease a roomful of strangers to such a fever pitch spawned a wonderful feeling of power and sensuality.

We giggled like a couple of teenagers and dozed off in each other s arms. A short time later, I woke with a super strong need to have my new husband again. He barely stirred when I got up. Then another sexy idea popped into my head. I found his silk bathrobe in our luggage and put it on. The fabric felt great against my bare skin and tickled my nipples as I folded and adjusted it to my smaller size.

I stood on the end of the king size bed and danced slowly on the soft covers. Jeff s eyes opened and he realized what I was up to. He smiled as I began a second act, for him alone. I let the silk slide down to the tips of my breasts, and rocked back and forth as I tried out more teasing moves. I pulled up the bottom of the robe, barely revealing my little patch of fur.

As he lay there naked at my feet, I experienced a sense of power, just like I felt when I was dancing for the crowd. I watched Jeff s cock get hard as I kept up my little act. As I got more brazen, he became fully aroused. Then it was time to pleasure his hot flesh as well as his senses. I knelt between his legs and teased the tip of his cock with my lips and tongue. He moaned as I lavished my attentions on his hard manhood. When I sensed he was nearing his climax, I climbed on top of him and lowered myself until he was deep inside my pussy. We came together in a series of orgasms more intense than any I had ever experienced.

I danced for Jeff twice more that night, each time with an ending just as satisfying as the first. For both of us, it was like a door had opened, revealing a level of sexuality we never knew existed. And the fever lasted long after the honeymoon was over. I continued to dance and strip for my man. I tried out new outfits and music. I even overcame my silly masturbation taboo and brazenly played with myself as Jeff sat and watched with sex hungry eyes.

My exhibitionism turned him on like nothing else, and it gave me such naughty pleasure to display my nakedness with ever greater abandon. I began daydreaming about how to expose myself in public with Jeff looking on. I thought about situations where it would seem accidental that a stranger would see my naked breasts or catch a glimpse of my bare cunt. I imagined the most outrageous scenes and amazed reactions from anonymous men in my fantasies and, of course, the effect it would have on Jeff.

I shared my fantasies with my husband. He said doing things like that would turn him on, too. Then he said something that had been in the back of his mind ever since our honeymoon. As great a turn on as my private performances were, they never quite matched the intensity of that night at the ski resort before a roomful of strangers. Once that was openly expressed between us, the next step was obvious.

A week later Jeff came home waving a pair of airline tickets at me. Just like that, we were off for a long weekend in Las Vegas and what Jeff promised were some of the classiest strip clubs in the country. I was a nervous bundle of sexual anticipation during the flight.

We barely stopped at our hotel before Jeff had us in a taxi. We took off for one of the clubs he saw advertised in the airline magazine as having an amateur strip contest at nine that evening. We arrived with an hour to spare. I was glad because it gave me some time to check the place out.

The club was beautiful inside. A huge horseshoe shaped bar took up the center of the room. On the wall opposite the door, a waist high stage was split in two by a runway that went far out into the seating area. A live band played far off to the right. Everywhere I looked, beautiful women in scanty costumes were serving drinks and moving among the crowd of well dressed men. At a few tables, fully dressed women were seated with groups of two or three men. Those women returned my stares. I guess they were sizing up the competition. Jeff sensed my little drop in confidence. Taking my arm, he whispered, You re the most beautiful woman here. You ll knock em dead, babe.

We sat down and ordered drinks. Three different professional strippers went through their acts while we waited for the amateur contest. They were very pretty and well endowed, but I couldn t help noticing that they looked bored, detached from what they were doing. After the third one finished, a guy in a tuxedo stepped onstage. He announced it was time for the contest, then asked all the contestants to stand up. A spotlight circled the room. I smiled at Jeff, and he gave me a wink as I stood.

Only one contestant? the tuxedo guy exclaimed.

I looked around. Suddenly my knees felt weak as I realized I was the only one standing. The spotlight found me. I mustered up my courage and made my way onstage. The guy asked my name, then took a step toward the crowd and said, Let s hear a big welcome for the beautiful Lisa!

The band started a heavy backbeat, and it was like some wild animal urge overtook my body. I danced as the heat rose in my cheeks, and that tingling feeling of sexual excitement I had discovered on our ski trip returned even stronger than before. The buttons on my dress seemed to dissolve in my fingers. With a shrug I let the dress fall, then stepped free of it. I danced slowly down the runway in my red teddy. The matching red lingerie I had chosen for my act suddenly felt tight and confining, and I couldn t wait to get naked. It seemed as though I were drawing the men in the audience closer and closer.

When the band made a transition to one of my old Stones tunes, I knew Jeff had prompted them. That music fired my desires even more. I wiggled out of the teddy amid encouraging cheers and reached my arms back to undo the hooks on my bra. I was about midway down the runway by that time. A large male hand appeared in the harsh spotlight and tucked a ten dollar bill in my bikini panties. I was surprised and pleased at the same time. Whistles came from the crowd as I back up a little and looked down at the money stuck there.

Like a sudden shock, the reality of what I was doing really hit me. I had known all along how much I wanted to expose myself again. What was altogether new was the realization that this crowd of strange men wanted so much to savor the sight of my bare tits and exposed pussy. What s more, my Jeff wanted to see them cheering and desiring his woman in all her naked glory.

I threw back my head and danced like a beautifully wild, sexual animal. The bra came off as I leaned forward at the waist and let it fall. My erect nipples danced to their own beat under the hot lights. I teased them like a harlot with my panties until they, too, were cast aside.

As the music grew to near deafening levels, I danced to the end of the runway. Dropping to my knees, I let my body fall backward. My fingers pressed against the swollen lips of my pussy as I spread myself for everyone to see. Exposed on the stage like that, I knew no man in the delirious crowd could see my wetness and deny the level of my arousal. I shook with a series of orgasms that left me weak and trembling.

Somehow Jeff got me dressed and back to the hotel where we made love far into the night. The next day he presented me with a medium size cloth bag with the club s logo printed on the outside. Stuffed inside were bills of all denominations along with the five hundred dollars I d won for the contest. He said the rest of the bills were thrown onstage during and after my performance. We laughed and went on to have a great weekend.

And fueled by memories of that night, we just can t seem to get enough of each other at least until the next time.

There I was again, lost in the gigantic home shopping center in our neighborhood. The place is so large you need a bus to go from one department to another. Judy, my wife, and I had separated in the lighting department, agreeing to meet in hardware in an hour. So where was hardware? Close to plumbing, I reasoned. I could have asked a salesperson, of course, but I hated the idea of admitting, yet again, that I was lost. So I trudged on, working my way up one aisle and down another, resting for a few minutes amid patio furniture before resuming my odyssey. And then suddenly I was in lumber. Plumbing and hardware had to be close by.

At long last, I turned down an aisle in hardware and saw Judy. Not her face, actually, but her ass, which was snugly encased in a pair of tight white shorts through which her panty line was clearly visible. She was bent over at the waist, examining hammers in a bin, much to the delight of the young salesman at her side, who couldn t seem to decide whether to focus his attention on her perfect ass or her tempting breasts, which appeared ready to tumble out of her skimpy blue halter. I just shook my head and smiled. My beautiful wife, who loves to flaunt her charms, was at it again.

I must admit, when I first met Judy six years ago and we started dating, I was taken aback by her exhibitionism. But I quickly discovered what a wild turn on it was watching her in hot action and knowing that while other guys lusted after her, I was the one making her happy in bed. And once Judy realized the pleasure I derived from her naughty displays, she let it all hang out.

Our honeymoon in Jamaica was made all the more memorable by Judy s exhibitionism, as she made the most of those opportunities to screw within viewing distance of others. You could almost see the light bulb go on over her head the first time she stepped out onto the balcony of our room. And sure enough, later in the day, as dusk descended, I was treated to my first ever balcony blowjob, a wickedly wonderful, superbly performed number that had my eyes rolling in my head and the eyes of the three fellows down on the beach popping out of their sockets. I don t think they moved a muscle as they sat there looking up at the beautiful, bikini clad blonde on her knees gobbling some lucky dude s cock. I took pleasure in their envy, as much perhaps as Judy did in performing for them. And when I came, pulling out at her request to spill my come all over her uptilted face, I swore I heard a collective gasp from the amazed trio. Nothing they did or saw in Jamaica would be more exciting than the scene they had just witnessed. I knew that for sure.

Judy enjoys flaunting herself everywhere, always eager to catch the eye of an unsuspecting male, but it s at the beach where she truly shines. A day at the beach with my wife is one long, excruciatingly delightful tease, because from the moment we arrive to the time we fold up our umbrella, she s playing her games. Gorgeous to begin with, you can imagine the looks of lust she gets when she s prancing about in a string bikini. Male heads swivel constantly, their eyes dwelling on her fabulous form, and as she basks in all the attention I struggle to conceal the fierce hard on bulging my swim trunks. As soon as we get home and often before we reach the bedroom Judy and I are fucking like a pair of animals, both of us mentally reliving her naughtiness at the beach.

During the winter months Judy takes her show indoors, at times delighting onlookers with a delicate tease, a subtle, seemingly innocent display of her charms, as was the case in the home shopping center. More outrageous are the shows she puts on when we visit a club for dinner and dancing. Dressed in something slinky and acting the part of a woman out to get laid, she ll dance with the most attractive men present, pressing close against them, grinding her pelvis into their swelling cocks, often placing their hands on her squirming ass. She ll return to our table with a wink and a smile, her hand straying to my crotch to see if her performance had the desired effect on me. She s never been disappointed.

Two weeks ago, in the mood for something different, Judy and I decided to visit a country western club that had opened on the grounds of an old farm about an hour s drive from our house. Neither one of us is into country music, but Judy derived wicked pleasure from the idea of shocking the pants off those conservative cowboys with a bold display of her charms.

We arrived to find that the club was in a big red barn. Once inside, we found the long, rectangular barn floor crowded with folks dancing to a foot stomping tune played with gusto by a five piece band. Almost all of the men were attired in shirts, jeans and boots, and a few had on cowboy hats. The women were dressed similarly, except for those who had opted for full skirts. I was a bit self conscious in my sport jacket and casual slacks, but Judy looked right at home in her white ruffled blouse and long blue skirt. Of course, at the time I had no idea she wasn t wearing panties.

No sooner had I settled onto a stool at the bar than Judy was on the dance floor, trying to imitate the dance steps of those around her. Encouraged by her partner, a lanky, lantern jawed fellow of great energy, Judy was soon prancing about and even singing along with the others. She was having such a good time I began to wonder if she had forgotten about shocking the cowboys. I needn t have worried.

Toward the end of the evening, during an especially spirited number, Judy danced her way to the center of the floor and began hiking up her skirt, revealing more and more of herself until finally she was dancing with her bare ass and shaved pussy fully exposed. By then she was alone on the floor, the others having stepped back to stare open mouthed at her outrageous show. I smiled inwardly, enjoying the shocked expressions of the women and the happy smiles of the men, some of whom started applauding.

Judy danced for a few minutes more, occasionally bending over to give her stunned audience a good look at her perfect ass, and then she scurried over to me and, hand in hand, we dashed out of the club.

God, that was wild, honey, I said as soon as we were in the car.

Vern, I m so hot and wet. I can t wait until we re home. With that, Judy started fumbling with my zipper. In no time she had my hard cock in her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily, taking it deep and making me moan with delight. We wound up in the backseat screwing like crazy. Judy s skirt bunched around her waist as I pounded my rigid cock into her soaking pussy. Judy started coming and I was right behind her. Just as I started to shoot, I looked up and saw the crowd that had gathered around the car. Several guys were looking in the windows, smiling broadly, while those in back tried to elbow their way closer for a better view of the action.

As we drove away, with Judy leaning out the window and waving to the guys, I wondered what it would be like to watch my beautiful wife fuck another guy. I knew she d give the performance of her life.

Mr. Vern Q., Stamford, Connecticut

The night began with what I assumed would be a truly primo date with a good looking guy who works in my office. Feeling sexy, I slipped on a skintight knit dress, but no underpants. Sensual yet subtle, I thought. As I made last minute touchups to my shoulder length black hair, I mused that I might open the door wearing only my high heels. I would lead him into my apartment with a smile and a tug on his tie. I pictured myself undoing his pants and freeing his cock from the confines of his cotton briefs before taking him between my lips. I could almost feel his cock in my mouth and my tongue on his balls.

Well, so much for dreams. I won t go as far to say it was a disaster, but it sure as hell came close. There was just no chemistry between us. So there I was at the end of the night, being graciously tucked into a cab with a ten spot. I had expected the night to go out with a bang, not scurry away with a whimper. But as I stepped into that cab, little did I know that my adventure was just about to begin.

I glanced at the rearview mirror and was captivated by the reflection of the cabbie s dark brown eyes. In a smoky voice he said hello, and I told him where I was headed. I could feel the weight of his stare and liked being the object of his attention. When his gaze lingered, I figured that if he was so interested in watching me, I should give him something to look at. In fact, the very idea caused my pulse to quicken and my cunt to flutter.

Casually, I leaned back and pulled the first few buttons of my dress up to display my creamy breasts that were spilling out over the top of my demi bra. As he drove, the cabbie kept stealing glances at me in the rearview mirror. Giving such a show to a man whose name I didn t know was turning me on something fierce.

I shifted in my seat, parting my legs slowly. The cabbie adjusted his mirror to get a better view. As I spread my legs further, my dress rose above my knees. I couldn t wait for him to get a peek at my pussy. When he stopped at a red light, he turned to face me. The cabbie s eyes traveled the length of my body in silent appreciation. I took his intense gaze as a sensuous dare and continued. Lifting my dress higher, I revealed the dark curls of my pubic hair. My friendly voyeur didn t try to hide the fact that his hand had wandered to his cock to stroke the bulge in his pants.

Without hesitation, I pulled up my dress to my waist and lifted my breasts out of my black lace bra. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing the nipples as I looked him in the eye. The light turned green and the car behind us honked its horn to usher us along. I suppose we didn t drive fast enough because the car sped up to pass us. The chance that someone in that crowded car might have seen my bare breasts had me trilling with pleasure.

My dress was now bunched up around my waist and my cunt was soaked. The cabbie continued to sneak looks at me as he drove. I leaned back and spread my legs wide to display every fold of my pussy. He watched as I ran two fingers along my wet slit. Gazing into his eyes, I brought them to my lips to suck my sweetness off them. All of this showing off had me hotter than ever, but I wanted some action. In one quick motion, I pulled my dress over my head.

My new friend seemed to read my mind, because he pulled over to the side of the road. In a flash, he was outside and heading for the back door. But before he reached the handle, I stopped him. I wanted a little dangerous fun first. Through the open window, I had access to the cabbie s body from waist to mid thigh. I reached through the window for his zipper. I heard a gasp of surprise as I groped him, but he didn t make a move to stop me.

In moments I had his pants open and his wondrous cock in my hands. Impatiently, I tugged at his briefs so I could tongue his heavy balls. With the first languid lick, I heard him moan. I continued to caress his swelling cock while I took one of his balls in my hungry mouth. Next, I concentrated on his cock, lavishing him with long strokes of my tongue. I loved hearing his desperate sighs. I finally lowered my mouth onto his thick shaft. I moved slowly, not wanting to miss one inch of this fabulous love machine.

I relished the taste of his cock for a few moments and then decided he needed a reward for being such a good sport. You earned it, I though, and I finally let him in the car. Leaving the door open, the cabbie leaned forward to suck on my nipples and covered my cunt with his hand. I bucked against it and his fingers slid inside me. Please, please eat me, I whispered. I want you to lick my pussy.

The cabbie swiveled us into a sixty nine and began to suck on my clitoris and tongue my cunt. His cock found its mark and he began to fuck my mouth. We must have been a sight: madly sucking each other right on the side of the road! The combination of his tongue working my love button and the knowledge that at any moment we could be caught during our open air tryst was enough to spark a roaring orgasm in my cunt. My cries of pleasure were muffled by the thick cock in my mouth. I gripped the cabbie s ass and my finger wandered down to tickle his asshole. With a groan, he forced his cock deeper into my mouth and shot his hot seed down my throat. I swallowed it greedily, finally satisfied.

After regaining our composure, my friend drove me home. We never met again, but thanks to that cabbie, I realized that showing off was just the thrill I was looking for. Now I can t wait for my next wild adventure!

Ms. Patricia H., Chicago, Illinois

My fianc Karl and I live in San Francisco and decided one weekend to rent a convertible and drive down the coast to visit some friends, setting out on Friday evening. I ve always thought there was something erotic about convertibles. Maybe in a past life I made love a lot on the long, wide hood. I can picture my man riding on top of me, thrusting deep, while I lean my head over the side, feeling like I m going to explode.

Of course, when you have sex in a car particularly a convertible there is a real good chance that you re going to be watched by people around you. I told this to Karl, who responded with mock horror, but I could tell by the spark in his clear blue eyes that the idea really excited him.

Once out on the highway, Karl squeezed my thighs where they emerged from my tight white skirt. A couple of truckers honked their horns as Karl stroked the inside of my thigh absentmindedly. I was suddenly feeling very horny, sprawled out on the seat next to him. I considered taking my guy s huge, beautiful cock in my mouth right there and then, nuzzling my nose down into the deep recesses of his jeans, inhaling that sweet hay scent I love so much. Just thinking about it produced a warm wetness between my legs.

I knew the truckers would drive up alongside us, looking down to see my head between his legs, and that idea made me even more restless. But I also knew the nature of Karl s orgasms: jerking, reckless, almost violent, he d arch his back in an attempt to have me swallow his cock whole. Maybe it was a little dangerous to attempt this on the road.

I was about to tell Karl to pull over, thinking I would unzip his jeans, pull his cock out and roll it around on my tongue until it began to swell and engorge in my mouth. I imagined sitting on top of him while he was in the driver s seat, thrusting his cock deep inside my tight, wet pussy. Then I d begin riding him, pumping up and down as I hung on to the headrest. I would make him suck my large breasts, which he loves so much, and the thought of someone seeing us as they raced by was wickedly enticing.

Pulling my tight t shirt from my waistband, I leaned over to Karl and whispered in his ear, Sweetie, put your hand under my shirt and rub my nipples. I drew my tongue along the outside of his ear. Karl could tell immediately that I was really hot, and I noticed the bulge in his jeans, which made me even hotter. I rubbed my nipples against his arm like a cat in heat they are very sensitive, and often Karl can make me come just by sucking one nipple long and hard as he massages the other one.

He brought one hand up and tweaked my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until he had me gasping for breath. A huge truck had pulled up level with us, and in the side mirror I could see the driver s attention was torn between us and the road. Squirming in my seat, I pulled off my t shirt, both to give Karl more of my breasts and the driver something to talk about. Karl was teasing my nipples relentlessly, and I was ready to do anything.

I grabbed his cock, which was by now a huge bulge in his pants, but he brushed my hand aside and unzipped his pants himself. Releasing his cock, he began stroking it all the way up to the round know where a drop of pre come glistened on down to his huge balls, which he jiggled playfully. He had me begging for it. I longed to plunge that gorgeous shaft deep inside my throat, drawing it all the way in, sucking firmly on every beautiful inch. I saw the driver pressing his face against the window, craning his neck, trying to watch us in the gathering dusk.

I could tell Karl had his own game in mind. He ordered me into the backseat, up onto the folded top, skirt up around my waist, so he could see all of me exposed in the rearview mirror. Knowing that I d be giving the lucky trucker the show of his life, I climbed back a little clumsily and positioned myself just as Karl said.

I was so aroused that I began playing with my nipples before Karl told me to. Then I began to finger my clitoris. I leaned forward and put my wet fingers in Karl s mouth, spreading my juices all over his face. He was really jerking his cock now, and I went back to rubbing my clit in time to his strokes. Then I was gone, nearly sliding down into the backseat as I came in a rush.

I suddenly noticed we were weaving wildly across two lanes. Looking around, I saw the truck driver had stopped on the side of the road about half a mile back undoubtedly to jerk off. On the edge of coming, his cock about to burst, Karl eased the convertible into the next rest stop. He pulled over to a dark corner of the lot and drew me out of the car. He paused for a moment, his cock sticking straight out of his jeans, and I ran around and climbed onto the warm hood, lying down on my back, legs spread. Come ride on top of me, I said.

More than ready to comply, Karl climbed up onto the hood and with one solid thrust rammed his stiff cock all the way into my hot pussy. I moaned, knowing I was about to come again. My body writhed and jerked under his weight, and I egged him on to fuck me harder and harder. He put one arm underneath me and leaned my head over the edge of the hood as the car rocked with the violence of his thrusting.

I grasped the edges of the hood. Karl s breath was coming in short, loud gasps, and just when I thought I would die of ecstasy, we came together in an explosive frenzy. I opened my eyes to an upside down dark world streaked with fireworks as I felt his hot come spurt into me. I tightened my cunt muscles around him, trying to hold him there forever. I m not sure if anyone saw us, but they certainly must have heard our loud moans and grunts.

Now that he s tasted the joys of showing off, Karl looks at me with a wicked grin every time we talk about honeymooning in Europe. He keeps warning me that it s a long plane flight, but I have no doubt that we ll find something to keep each other (and perhaps our fellow passengers) entertained.

Ms. Connie R., San Francisco, California