If you have not read my first post, (Jean and I: Our First Time), you might want to read it first as this kind of continues my and my wife's journey into exploring a bit of our wild side.
If you have not read my first post, (Jean and I: Our First Time), you might want to read it first as this kind of continues my and my wife's journey into exploring a bit of our wild side. I refer to it that way because it is almost like we were living two different lives. Most of the time we are a conservative couple who would be described by most everyone who knows us as traditional. I get up every morning and go to work to support my wife and kids. My wife is a very beautiful Asian woman. She is a full time mom and housewife. She is raising our son, who is still a baby at this point, and manages the house. We attend church regularly, and in every way live a normal life.
At night, we enjoy a very wild sex life. As my first post explained, it was not always this way. After my son was born, our sex life waned almost to the point of non-existence until I talked with a friend from work named Jim and he introduced me into a group of friends and we had an experience that completely turned things around for us. You can find the account of what happened in my story "Jean and I: Our First Time"
Our separate life is one that we live away from home. It is a life where we enjoy exhibitionism and even a bit of spousal sharing. I have found that where I enjoy nudity, I especially enjoy seeing my wife exposed to other men. Knowing that they are getting turned on while looking at my wife's pussy is a huge turn on for me. Likewise, where I enjoy very much having sex with the wives of other men, seeing my wife get fucked by another man is even more exciting for me.
As to why I am explaining all of this, it is our separate, secret life, that gives spice to our normal married life, and keeps my wife and I, not only in love with one another, but also wildly passionate about the other. As soon as we decided to meet with the group of our friends at David's house, our sex life improved drastically. This change occurred before we had even had the experience of it. Afterwards though, our sex life was unbelievable. We talked about what each of us had done that night, although we did keep to the rules. By the end of the following week, we decided that we were going to commit to take a trip once a month and try to experience something new or at least something out of what would be considered ordinary within married life.
This account is about what we did the following month, and I hope you enjoy reading about it. I certainly enjoy recounting it. It is not quite as extreme as the first time, but that is life. if every single story got more and more extreme, you could be sure that it would be a pretty good indication that the account was not true. Even so, it was very exciting for us, and I think you will enjoy it as well.
The group of our friends that we were meeting with still met a couple weeks after the meeting that I wrote about before. It was a lot of fun and the weather had warmed enough that we all met at Jim's house, because he had a pool, and went skinny dipping. I enjoyed seeing all my friends wives naked, especially Jennifer, as I couldn't help remembering what it was like to fuck her. I couldn't help but wonder if while we were in the pool, she was thinking of that last time, wondering whose sperm had been leaking out of her when she had left David's house with her husband, John. I know that while we were there, I was enjoying speculating which of my friends had fucked my wife and filled her womb. Cliff followed my wife around like a lost puppy and every time I looked over he seemed to have his hands in between her legs, or on her chest. Other than that, not a lot happened on that weekend though. We weren't disappointed or anything. It was a lot of fun and still very exciting for us. The following weekend though we decided to go out of town and see what we could find to do on our own.
Since the week before, we had asked Jeans parents to keep our son, on this occasion we left him with my parents. They were excited to have him for a couple days and as soon as I dropped him off at their house and got home, Jean bounced out of the house and into the passenger seat of our car, and we took off for Atlanta. Jean was wearing a knee high dress that looked fantastic on her. It wasn't extreme in any way, but it was tight enough that it showed off her figure nicely. About an hour into our trip she pulled up her dress and turned toward me, spreading her legs wide. When I looked over, I was thrilled to see that she had come without any panties on. She informed me that she hadn't packed any either and that this weekend was one that she would go without any panties until we reached home.
I immediately got a hard on, and started thinking of ways to take advantage of this new situation. I bet Jean that she wouldn't pull her dress up around her waist, and put her left foot in the middle of the dash spreading her legs for the next twenty minutes. She asked me how much was I betting, so I told her that I would bet $50. She said that it was on, and quickly pulled up her dress and placed her left foot up on the dash board spreading her legs wide for anybody who was high enough to see.
We were on a four lane road so for the next twenty minutes I enjoyed pulling up next to tractor trailers and slowing way down to match their speed while honking my horn to get their attention. It was a huge thrill to me getting to see about fifteen to twenty truckers openly admiring Jean's pussy. A few of them even honked their air horns at us. Jean seemed to get a thrill out of it as well, although after we got done, she smacked me on the arm and claimed it was embarrassing, and she couldn't believe that I made her do that. The smile and flush on her face told a different story though.
When we got to Atlanta, we went to a mall because Jean had been talking about looking for some shoes. If anyone reading this has an Asian wife, you can probably identify with the challenge of trying to find shoes here in the U.S. that are narrow enough for their feet. So we had already decided when we discussed coming to Atlanta to try to find Jean a pair or two of shoes while we were in the city. As we got out of the car, Jean held out her hand and reminded me that I owed her $50. I had already given her shopping money before we left, but I offered another bet if she was interested.
Jean asked what the wager would be. I told her that I could give her the $50 right then, or if she was interested, I would bet the entire price of two pairs of shoes against her $50 that she wouldn't get a salesman to help her try on shoes, and while he did it, manage to spread her legs a few times, flashing her shaved pussy to him. Her face flushed a little bit, and she told me that she couldn't believe I would try to make her do that. I apologized and told her I understood, and that I had just thought it would be fun. I took out the $50 to give her, but she told me I wasn't getting out of the bet that easy. I made the bet and she was going to make sure I lost it. As we went into the mall, I wondered if she would actually go through with it, but when we got to the shoe shop, she walked in and straight up to a teenage boy and asked him if he could help her.
The teenager turned, took one look at my wife's beautiful face, and his face lit up. He asked her what he could do for her, and she explained that she was looking for a couple pairs of shoes that would fit a narrow foot. He told her that he was sure they had some that would fit her, and asked for her size. She told him that she wore a size five and showed him her shoes telling him that these are the kind of style she liked. The boy looked at them and told her that he would be right back.
While he was gone, my wife bunched up her dress just a little and then also folded the bottom up under her dress, bringing the length up to her mid-thigh. Then she shot me a smile and sat down as prim as you please with her legs crossed. Just a few seconds after she sat down the teenage salesman came back carrying four different shoe boxes. I stood behind where he would be, and the vantage was perfect because where I would be able to get an idea of what he was seeing, the mirrors on the walls behind my wife also gave me a clear view of his face. He knelt down in front of my wife and started pulling out the first pair of tennis shoes that he had brought. As he removed the paper from the shoe and started lacing it up, he was talking about why he thought she would like these particular shoes. As he got done lacing them up, my wife kicked off the shoe from her right foot, uncrossed her leg, and stuck her foot forward natural as you please. The salesboy just automatically started placing the shoe onto her foot and as he started to look up to her face, his eyes stopped half way, and his mouth quite literally dropped open. I had been watching his face and as I saw his expression and his eyes freeze into place, I glanced down to see his view and found myself looking at my wife's perfectly shaved pussy.
The salesboy just stared for about ten seconds and then it was like he suddenly realized what he was doing and turned a little red in the face. He glanced up at my wife's face like he was preparing to apologize, but Jean just acted like she hadn't noticed anything. She just turned her foot this way and that and commented on how they felt. The salesboy immediately offered to get the other shoe ready if she would like to try them both on, and Jean agreed that it was a good idea, and thanked him. He grabbed the other shoe out of the box and hurriedly got the paper out of it, and laced it up. Then before Jean could kick off her other shoe, he reached down and lifted up her foot and very gently and slowly took it off for her. I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were fixed up her dress the entire time looking at my wife's most private parts.
If I needed any confirmation that his mind was not on selling shoes, but rather gazing upon Jean's pussy, it was confirmed after he got the second shoe on. While his eyes glanced back and forth between her eyes, (which she kept trained on the shoes), and her crotch, he asked her how they felt. When she said they felt pretty good, he immediately started removing the shoes rather than having her get up and walk in them, and then pulled out the next pair of shoes preparing them to be put on her feet. He knelt there for the better part of half an hour preparing shoes, removing shoes from her feet, and placing new shoes on them. By the fourth pair he was not only constantly stealing glances at her pussy, but had gained the courage to feel the soft skin of her calves. All this and more without once having her so much as stand up in the shoes to make sure they fit properly.
Needless to say, I enjoyed it immensely and ended up buying all four pairs rather than just two. When we followed the salesboy up to the register and paid for the shoes, he looked at my wife the entire time with the closest thing to worship in his eyes that I've ever seen. As we walked back to the car, I asked my wife if she had seen him looking up her dress. She laughed and said "yes." She said that she kept watching him but then would have to look away every time he kept looking up to see if he was caught. Jean asked if I had noticed the teens erection. I said no, that I hadn't even thought to look. She said that it was bigger than mine. She was glad though that he was young and as inexperience with women as he was. I asked her what she meant. She said that if that were not the case, he would have known that she was very aware of what he was looking at because of all the moisture leaking from her vagina.
It goes without saying that I was so turned on that it was everything I could do not to jump on my wife and tear off her clothes right there in the parking lot once we got to the car. I did manage to wait until we got to the hotel though, satisfying myself playing with Jean's pussy while driving there. I could tell by the slickness of her vagina that she was turned on, but when we finally arrived at our room, Jean darted into the room, grabbed me, and as she pulled me into a hard kiss, started pulling off my clothes before I could even shut the door. I did get the door shut, but as soon as I did, I also started removing her dress, thankful that there was nothing underneath to hinder my hands from feeling her hot little body. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed and laid her down right in front of the open window of our room. Most of the time I like to eat my wife's pussy before sex, but this time I couldn't wait. I immediately thrust into her as she moaned loudly telling me that she wanted to be fucked hard.
I thrust into her vagina for several minutes trying my best to hold back my orgasm. Finally, I felt her pussy spasm around my cock and I could no longer hold it in. I filled her with my seed. As I did, I thought for a minute there that I might actually pass out because I got light headed. After we had both calmed down a little, I held her in my arms, slowly running my hands over her body, and kissing her lips then pulling at her nipples with my lips and teeth while my hands played in between her thighs. I had my leg across her right leg while holding her left leg wide open with my arm. As I played with her pussy and rubbed the soft skin on the inside of her spread thighs, we talked about how exciting the day had been with her first flashing all those truckers and then letting the teenage boy look at her pussy for such a long time. He got to look at it for long enough that I'm sure the image of Jean's vagina is permanently imprinted on his mind. I told her that there might have been even more people than we knew that had gotten a show from her that day. She asked me what I meant. I nodded down past her spread thighs towards her feet calling her attention to the wide open window of the hotel room where you could see into other rooms of the hotel just across the parking lot and told her that I just wondered if anybody over there had happened to look into our window in the past hour.
She looked at the window in surprise, then she laughed and said that if we do this again, we need to set up a camera to see if anyone can be seen looking at us. I agreed that it would be fun to do. Then with a sexy grin, she pushed me onto my back, lifted herself over me and moved down my body until her face was hovering over my crotch. On her knees, at the bottom of the bed, with her legs spread wide, pussy facing the open window, she licked the length of my dick, and as it immediately hardened, took it into her mouth.