Introduction

This story is true.

My wife and I lived every single event I'm about to tell here.

The only liberties I'll be taking will be about the contents of conversations and sometimes the exact order of events. In both cases, mostly because I just can't remember these details with exactitude. But I'll stay as true to the actual events as my memory will allow. And, since we'd rather keep our anonymity, the names, and some details which could reveal who we are will be changed.

The fourth chapter strays slightly further from the actual events than the others, because it involved quite a number of people we're still in contact with who have no idea of our tendencies. I made sure I remained as true to the spirit of what happened, but a lot of key details had to be changed so people who were there can't recognize themselves, or us, even if they read this.

First, let me introduce the main characters of this story, myself, Beau, and my wife, Belle.

We're French. We live in a medium-sized town, in a reasonably big apartment, which we own, in a typical Haussmannian building, in a nice neighbourhood, in the historical centre. We're both working as executives and are financially comfortable.

I'm 1m90 tall (about 6'4" for our American readers), Caucasian, fit but not overly muscular, with blue-grey eyes, which turn slightly greener during the winter months, and short chestnut hair.

Belle is 1m70 tall (about 5'8"), curvy and fit, exercising regularly to keep her slender form, with big and firm natural DD/E boobs and a small toned bubble butt. Her mixed, French Caribbean origins grant her skin a nice cinnamon shade. She has full lips, almond-shaped brown eyes with touches of amber, and long curly black hair.

By the time this started, I was thirty-seven years old, and Belle, thirty-five.

Chapter 1: The Vacation of Our Desinhibition

Our discovery of exhibitionism, and later of other kinks, started a few years ago, soon after our marriage.

We'd been living together happily for years, 'in sin' as they say before we decided it was time to officialize our relationship. The sex was good, or with hindsight good enough. I guess you could call it 'vanilla', but we were satisfied.

However, following a car accident, while otherwise unhurt, I suffered from chronic pains, due to a pinched nerve. And I, therefore, had to take medicine that had a quite annoying side effect, it affected my libido. I still desired my wife, but we quickly realized that, without strong motivation, I had trouble keeping a hard-on long enough to have satisfying intercourse.

Belle was very understanding of the issue, supportive even, reassuring me she was not frustrated and understood it was not a lack of desire for her. When my body failed me, I made my best to make her come by other means, be it with my hands, my tongue, or toys. However, without any end to my need for the medication in sight, I was more and more apprehensive of the moment when my penis would fail me again, which only made the problem worse. I was stuck in a vicious circle. The more I worried about it, the more often it happened.

So when summer finally arrived and with it our usual two weeks vacation to the south of Spain, we both hoped the change in setting would be beneficial. It would be, but not how we had anticipated...

We took a plane to Andalucia and upon landing came the event which would trigger everything: one of our suitcases was lost. We later learned it had actually never left Paris, and we recovered it after our vacation, but we nevertheless had to do without its contents for the whole duration of our stay. And although most of our clothes were in the suitcase which had made the trip with us, the one which was missing contained all our swimsuits, underwear, and nightclothes among other things...

For comfort, Belle never wore a bra when we took the plane, so all she had in terms of underwear were the old-but-comfortable cotton panties she'd put on that morning. And I only had the pair of boxers I was wearing. We were pissed off. After a lengthy talk with an employee, whose job was more to be the target of people's anger than actually finding a solution, we finally accepted we'd have to replace whatever was in that suitcase. But, since we had landed late in the evening on a Saturday, and most of the shops are closed on Sundays in Spain, it would have to wait till Monday.

On the car trip to our vacation house, we talked about our usual tradition to mark the beginning of our vacation. Ever since we'd bought this house a few years earlier, we would always have a dip in the pool immediately upon arriving. We agreed going skinny dipping, without switching on the pool lights, would be the best way to keep this tradition alive regardless of our current problem. And so we did.

It wasn't really a first for the both of us anyway. We had gone skinny dipping on occasion when we were younger and, in my case, even gone to a nudist beach once or twice. But it was the first time we were in our own pool naked. After swimming for a while, we started fooling around and ended up having sex in the pool.

I did not realise it at the moment, but doing it there, barely hidden by darkness, with the sound of the conversations of the neighbours echoing all around, was such a turn-on for me that I just forgot about my problem. It was the first time in months. Once we were done, we sneaked back inside, took a quick shower, dried ourselves and went to bed, still naked.

The next day, I woke up and found the other side of the bed empty. I got up and went into the living room, Belle was nowhere in sight. Then I heard a splash. I walked to the backdoor and saw Belle coming out of the pool, grabbing her towel and laying on one of the sunbeds. Seeing her, naked and wet, laying in the sun gave me an instant hard-on. Although I did not realise it on the spot, the idea that her naked body was offered to the view of any neighbour who would look outside from a second-floor window played a part in my arousal.

I stood there for a while, enjoying the view before Belle noticed me.

"What are you waiting for? Grab your towel and join me!"

I pointed to my erect dick. "I'm not really decent right now..."

She laughed, got up, walked towards me, grabbed my hand, dragged me outside, pushed me back against the wall and whispered in my ear.

"Let me check out that 'problem', honey."

She crouched in front of me and, looking at my erect penis, she smiled.

"Is that due to morning glory or to seeing me naked in the sun?"

"A bit of both I guess, but mainly the latter," I confessed.

She grabbed my cock. Her hand, still wet from her dip in the pool, felt cold against my engorged penis. She lifted my dick out of the way and started licking on my balls, sucking one into her mouth before releasing it with a loud pop.

"Well, if I'm responsible, it's my duty to fix the issue," she said in a sultry voice.

Her lips caressed my balls as she talked, and I could feel her hot breath against them too. She licked my balls again, then along the whole length of my shaft and finally my glans, eliciting a grunt from me. She took my glans in her mouth and started sucking on it, circling it with her tongue. The hand which was holding my dick so far started to move along the length of my shaft. With her other hand, she cupped my balls and gently massaged them. While she was slowly blowing me and jerking me, I was looking at the scenery...

Our vacation house is on a hillside, the garden and pool facing towards a small valley, and about a hundred meters away, on the other side, are another row of houses with their garden facing our way. I saw a car driving slowly along the road at the bottom of the valley, an old man gardening, and a young couple walking down the road towards the beach. Any of these people, and many others I was not aware of, could have looked our way, and seen her sucking me off.

This thought, added to the oral and manual stimulation from Belle, was too much, I came. Hard. Belle stood up with an audible gulp.

"No warning this time?" she said with a mockingly accusatory tone, as she caught a strand of my seed which was dripping from the corner of her mouth with a finger and sucked it clean.

While she'd never had issues with me cumming in her mouth, she did not like to be surprised, and all it took from me was a warning grunt to let her prepare for it. But even I had been taken by surprise. I'd gone from just feeling good to cumming in an instant.

"Sorry, I was caught in the moment."

She laughed, "Well, glad to know I can still have such an effect on you... So, now that your 'big' problem is solved, grab your towel and come sunbathe with me for a bit. And grab the sunscreen while you're at it, I'll need you to put some on me now that I'm almost dry."

We spent most of the day just lounging, relaxing by the pool or reading a book in the shade of the back patio. I couldn't help but stare at her naked body from time to time, particularly when she temporarily forgot her nakedness, really exposing her most intimate parts to me.

In the afternoon, as I walked past her while she was reading on the patio, one leg nonchalantly hanging over the armrest of her chair, I couldn't resist the sight offered to me and dove right between her legs, licking her exposed clit. She moaned.

"I'm trying to read here!"

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"Did I tell you to?" She said while lifting the other leg over the other armrest to give me full access.

I went right back to licking her. I started by licking all along the length of her pussy lips, barely spending any time on her clit. But as her lips started spreading from my repeated passes and her arousal, I finally stopped there and sucked on her clitoridal hood. I could feel her clit hardening inside its hood and finally felt its smooth tip peak out, in direct contact with the tip of my tongue which had been waiting for it.

I kept sucking on the hood while slightly circling her exposed clit with my tongue, mimicking her actions of the morning on my glans. She started biting on the flesh of one of her hands to muffle her moans. While we were technically outdoor, the patio was slightly recessed into the wall of the house, so we were out of sight of our direct neighbours. But if we made too much noise, they'd hear us.

I brought one hand below my chin and pushed one finger inside her vagina. She let out an unmuffled moan. I slid the tip of my finger slowly further in against the upper wall of her vagina until I found her G spot and massaged it while I kept sucking and licking her clit. It didn't take long before the stimulation of both sensitive spots at the same time pushed her past the point of no return. She came, biting hard on her hand to muffle the scream of pleasure she'd have let out otherwise.

We both wanted more though. She turned around on her chair, kneeling on it, her butt towards me and, needing no more invitation, I slid my cock in. While we were still out of sight of any direct neighbour, those living on the other side of the valley could have caught us fucking doggy-style at any moment now. But we were just too focused on our lustful desires to care.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and started relentlessly pounding into her. Belle let out muffled moans each time the whole length of my dick filled her. I felt the tip of her fingers brushing against my balls, telling me she was masturbating as I fucked her. If she needed more, I would deliver. I let the animal inside take full control and picked up the pace even more.

The quite familiar sound of flesh repeatedly slapping against flesh echoed around. I just didn't care about discretion anymore. Somehow I wanted to be heard, to attract attention to us, to make sure we were seen. I wanted to scream to the world that I was about to fill my wife's pussy with hot cum and invite everyone to witness the act.

Belle came again, she still tried to remain quiet but couldn't refrain from openly moaning a few times as she orgasmed. I kept going as she came and felt myself getting close to cumming. But as soon as the last waves of her orgasm had washed over her, Belle moved forward while gently pushing me back with a foot, forcing me out. She turned around sat back down and tugged on my cock to bring me back closer.

She started blowing me again, as fast as she could. It only took a few seconds of this to bring me to my orgasm. I grunted to warn Belle I was about to fill her mouth, but she had other plans. When she heard my warning, she took me out of her mouth and, looking me straight in the eyes with a defiant look, jerked me off to completion. I ended up painting her tits with my load, strand after strand of hot semen crisscrossing over her ample bust. She looked down at the result and smiled.

"The puppies' skin needed a bit of hydration," she said jokingly. I chuckled in response, unable to talk while still in the grasp of the afterglow.

Belle stood up and decided that she would not cross through the house while dripping with my cum but instead use the outdoor shower by the pool to clean up our mess. She stopped for a second as she was about to step out of the patio. She'd heard something in one of the neighbouring gardens, but both looked empty. She shrugged, walked to the shower, turned it on, stepped under the water with her face upwards, eyes closed and rinsed herself.

It's only after she was done, and she opened her eyes, that she realised where the noise she'd heard earlier had come from. On the patio to our right, a man was reading a newspaper. She grabbed the beach towel she'd left on a recliner earlier that day and draped herself in it before quickly joining me back on the patio, where I'd sat while I recovered and enjoyed the show of her showering.

We couldn't know if the neighbour heard our moans and grunts, and the flapping of flesh against flesh from our rough fucking, or even had watched us while we fucked. But he could not have failed to see her showering, washing my cum off her beautiful tits. We were both a bit embarrassed by this, even though my dick twitched when she told me what just happened.

We fucked again that night, just before going to sleep. As I was reading in bed, she suddenly started blowing me.

"Didn't you get enough already?"

She took my cock out of her mouth just long enough to answer with a shrug, "I couldn't concentrate on my book with your dick in my field of view."

She sucked on it until it was hard then climbed on me and rode me cowgirl style while massaging her clit. I could feel she was quickly getting close to cumming, probably already quite aroused when she decided to start blowing me. I had started from much further back, however, and the pace she'd set was far too slow for me to catch up with her. But, in our current position, I couldn't do much to increase the pace. So I sat up, grabbed her leg to move it around my back and rolled us to the side.

In this new position, I could freely move my hips and set a much higher pace. Belle kept masturbating as I fucked her and came quite quickly, moaning loudly as she got closer and screaming her pleasure as she came. For the second time of the day, as soon as the last wave of pleasure washed upon her, she pushed me away.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, I don't want to drip with cum all night long."

I just nodded my understanding. She grabbed my dick and started to suck on it at the same fast pace she'd used to finish me quickly on the patio. But I was still far from my orgasm, and she quickly understood she would not be able to keep this pace long enough. She decided that a bit of visual stimulation would help.

She moved into a 69 position. Before resuming to suck on my cock, she slid one hand between her thighs and started fingering herself, first one finger disappearing inside her vagina, then two. The extreme close-up show of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, in addition to the blowjob, made me drift closer to orgasm much quicker. I warned her before I filled her mouth. She climbed off me and went to the adjoining bathroom to brush her teeth once more. A few minutes later, we both fell asleep.

On Monday morning, she woke me up with another blowjob.

"Better get rid of the issue right now if I want you to join me by the pool," she said before resuming her sucking.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations fully. The scenes from the previous day filled my mind.

I first pictured Belle crouched in front of me in the morning, my dick in her mouth, and I started to imagine the guy from the young couple had seen us, smiled, and talked to his wife who turned around with a mix of shock and arousal on her face...

Then my imagination drifted to the moment I was fucking her doggy-style on the patio. I imagined people had heard the flapping of flesh against flesh and started watching us, some even masturbating to our lewd show.

Finally, my mind wandered to the moment when Belle was rinsing herself in the garden. I pictured the neighbour putting his newspaper down and jerking off while looking at my wife as she washed her tits and pussy clean.

I came and almost forgot to warn her again. Belle kept sucking till I was done cumming. Once she was done cleaning my dick with her mouth, she stood up.

"I'm going to enjoy the pool, join me when you're ready..."

She left the room, swaying her butt while walking out, teasing me. I remained in bed for a few minutes, thinking about the last few days, and how my troubles seemed to have simply vanished. I got up, grabbed my towel, and joined Belle outside.

In the early afternoon, we got ready to go to the shops. I quickly put on a pair of shorts and a shirt and waited for Belle. She walked out of the bedroom in a simple white summer dress, which had a deep neckline, leaving no doubt as to the absence of a bra, and quite short too. I knew she was not wearing panties, her only pair still hanging to dry, and decided to tease her about it.

"You'd better be careful not to bend over too much while shopping, for if your breasts manage not to pop out the top, your ass will surely be on full display."

She laughed, "Really? I'm somehow sure you'd like that!"

She bent over facing me and wiggled her torso to shake her ample boobs, then turned around and bent over again, keeping her legs straight. It was my turn to laugh.

"You're saved on both accounts apparently, it's just long enough to cover your backside, and, if your boobs have stayed in with all that shaking around, I guess they won't pop out on their own accord."

We walked to our rental car, a small convertible Fiat 500, the perfect car for the small streets of the old villages of southern Spain. I started the car and drove off. Belle pushed the button to open the convertible top. It felt good to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair...

After a couple of minutes, a flutter of fabric at the edge of my sight caught my attention, I glanced that way to notice Belle's dress had been lifted up by the wind, just enough for her completely waxed pussy to be visible. I pointed it to her. She shrugged.

"I'm not gonna fight with my dress for the whole ride, and the slight breeze down there feels good."

I turned my attention back to the road, but could not keep myself from throwing a look at her crotch as often as I could. It didn't last long though. I soon had to stop at a crosswalk and Belle straightened her dress just before a guy crossing looked our way. I felt a tinge of disappointment that she'd done so. The mere thought of the guy catching a glimpse of her pussy, a pussy that only I could touch, kiss, finger, lick and fuck, made my dick stiffen a bit in my shorts.

When we reached our destination, I drove around the mall's car park looking for a parking spot with a free space alongside. I parked the car so that the free space would be on the passenger side and stopped Belle from stepping out.

"Stay in the car, I'll open your door."

She was baffled by my suggestion but obeyed nevertheless, wondering what I had in mind. While walking around the car, I took out my smartphone and opened the camera app. I opened her door, took a step back and crouched holding the phone at ready.

"Now you can step out ma'am! But beware of the paparazzi trying to get an upskirt shot!"

She giggled, put one foot out of the car, spread her legs as wide as she could, forced her dress to ride up even more, and paused until she heard the shutter sound from the phone and finished stepping out.

"Hope that pic is good because it might be a while before you get another occasion to take one like this," she said, giggling again.

I checked the picture, it was perfect. I zoomed in on her pussy, and saw that her lips had spread just enough to let her clitoris poke out, a small bit of pink contrasting with the cinnamon colour of her skin. I felt my dick twitch in my shorts. I panned upwards and the mischief in her expression made it twitch again. Just perfect.

We went inside. The air-conditioning hit us hard. While it was baking hot outside, it was much colder inside the mall, I couldn't help but look at Belle's cleavage and saw her nipples reacting to the sudden shift in temperature, pushing against the thin fabric of her dress. She noticed me watching.

"Well, since you seem to like it so much when I'm not wearing underwear, I'll let you enjoy it a little bit more... We'll start by the miscellaneous shopping before going for underwear," I smiled, and she added, "But we'd better hurry up, if the hot breeze down there felt good earlier, the cold air much less so!"

We quickly bought the different items that had gone missing with the suitcase, and which we could not go two weeks without, splitting up at some point to speed up the boring process. Once done, we went to the cashiers and then headed into an underwear store.

We browsed through the underwear selection, choosing two simple white bras and five assorted thongs for her, and five pairs of black briefs for me. With the washing machine at our summer house, it would be just enough for the duration of our stay. I showed Belle a sexy black lace ensemble, with a garter belt, which had caught my eye in the displays, but she said she'd rather not make a bigger dent in our vacation budget than necessary. While I felt a tinge of disappointment, I could only agree.

We then moved to the swimsuits section of the store, I quickly picked black trunks, but Belle took more time to choose hers. She ended up with a selection of five bikinis which she liked and came to me asking which one I preferred. I looked at them and discarded a flowery one I really did not like.

"That's as much as I can do without seeing them worn. While my imagination can do a lot of the work, only my eyes can judge if they really fit you."

Belle giggled, "Yeah, right. If you want a bikini fashion show, own it and ask."

"Guilty as charged, your honour."

She grabbed the swimsuit from my hands, and we walked to the trial rooms. The stalls were set in a circle, along the wall of a round room, the middle space occupied by a circular couch. Only one of the stalls was currently occupied and a guy sat alone, surrounded by shopping bags. Belle stepped into one of the free stalls, and I sat on the couch while she got changed.

When I looked up I noticed that Belle hadn't properly closed the curtain, leaving a gap big enough for me to see her reflection in the mirror. She was removing her dress, revealing her full nudity. While I could barely see half of her, one tit and a leg, I realised that the guy to my right must have a much better view.

I looked his way and saw that I was right, he was staring so intently that he had not even noticed that I knew he was looking. At first, I thought about doing something, clearing my throat or standing up to go close the curtain, but then I felt aroused by the situation. Seeing this guy almost drooling while he watched my naked wife made me feel good somehow. I was still debating whether or not to do something about the situation when the curtain to Belle's stall flew open, and she stepped out in the first bikini, a bright red one.

"So? Verdict?" she asked, putting a hand on her hip and the other behind her head.

"Please turn around, so I can see how it fits on the back," I answered while making a discrete head gesture towards her spectator.

She looked his way for a second, clearly not catching what I meant, and then turned around as I had asked.

Not wanting to speak too loud in case the guy understood french, I said, "Come here, please." She obeyed, I whispered, "You did not close your curtain all the way, this guy saw everything and was almost drooling!"

She blushed a little for a second but right at that moment the guy's wife stuck an arm out of her own curtain holding a piece of clothing and yelled something, in German, which I think meant, "Too small, go fetch me a bigger size."

Just by looking at that arm, a quite fat and wrinkled one, I understood why seeing the much fitter body Belle had blown the guy's mind. The guy stood up, grabbed the piece of clothing from the extended hand and walked away. As soon as he had walked back into the front of the store, Belle giggled.

"Poor guy sure deserved a bit of eye candy if he's got to put up with 'that'... I almost feel like giving him more of a show." It was meant as a joke but my dick twitched at her suggestion, and she noticed... "Is this due to having other guys see me naked?" she asked while poking at my hardened manhood through my shorts.

"I think so, yes..." I confessed, not sure how she would react.

I saw the same mischievous grin she had on the picture I had taken about an hour earlier flash on her face.

"Then quickly go fetch me that lingerie set you've shown me, so I can put on a real show... My love," she said before french-kissing me.

I hesitated for a few seconds, then stood up and almost ran to get her the set. I had to search at the back of the display for her slightly uncommon bra size but finally found one. I then grabbed the lace thong and associated garter belt and was back in the trial room before the German dude. She'd changed into a bright yellow bikini during my absence.

Belle laughed at how fast I had made it back, kissed me again and, just as the guy walked back in with the piece of clothing he'd been so rudely sent to fetch, she took a pose in the new swimsuit. I pouted, really not liking the cut. She walked back to her stall and closed the curtain badly again, but on purpose this time, leaving even more of a gap. Even I could see her full reflection this time. The guy sat back where he was sitting a few minutes ago, eagerness clearly readable on his face.

Belle slowly removed the bikini top, checked herself in the mirror while holding her boobs in her hands then turned so her back was turned to the mirror and, bending at the waist, removed the bottoms, revealing her full ass and pussy. Another quick glance at the guy and I had to stifle a chuckle because he was sweating, beet red. He looked like he was about to explode. I turned my attention back to Belle, who was now putting on the lingerie, starting with the garter belt, then the thong and finally the bra.

The curtain flew open and Belle stepped out, taking a pose which enhanced even further her ample cleavage.

"So? What do you think now?" she asked, looking straight at me, purposefully ignoring the guy.

She turned around and took another pose, slightly hollowing her back, displaying her toned bubble butt and looked at me over her shoulder. I saw her gaze drift down to my groin, she smiled when she saw my dick almost trying to burst out of my shorts.

"What can I say but 'Wow'?" I answered, and taking a chance that the German guy did not understand french, I added, "And I'm clearly not the only one to think so, the dude almost suffered a stroke."

Belle giggled, and turned back towards me, almost sulking she asked, "So, should we put a dent in the budget and buy it after all?"

I was staring at her boobs, the lace was so sheer that her nipples were clearly visible through it, and the top of her areolas was poking just above the top of the bra.

"Does the bra fit well?" I asked.

She looked down at her boobs, then back at me and answered, "I think it's meant to be worn like that because it sure is comfortable."

"Ok then, but we'll have to buy a pair of stockings too though because I'm not waiting till we get back in France to see you in 'full battle gear.'"

She nodded, turned around, walked back into the stall and closed the curtain completely this time.

A few seconds after she'd stepped back in, the curtain of the German woman flew open, she was exactly as her fat wrinkly arm suggested, and the scowl she displayed must rarely leave her face because it seemed etched on it. She shouted something to her husband who stood up and followed her.

I couldn't help but notice three things: First, she'd left all the clothes she'd tried on lying on the stall's bench. Then, that right before leaving the guy couldn't resist glancing in the direction of Belle's stall, even though there was nothing to see anymore. And finally, that Belle had slightly opened her curtain for a second to get a glimpse of the woman to whom the arm belonged.

As soon as they'd left the trial rooms, Belle opened her curtain, fully naked and laughing silently. I could not show as much restraint and laughed out loud. Belle decided to leave the curtain open to try on the remaining bikinis, she tried one of them in full sight, unfazed by the possibility of getting caught, before being finally forced to close the curtain by the arrival of a family in the trial rooms. She called me to come closer to take a look at the last suit, so I poked my head on the side of the curtain to tell her what I thought about it.

While I was there, she whispered while giggling, "We've got no choice but to buy the panties of the lingerie set at the very least, they're soaking wet."

"I wouldn't let you leave without it anyway, not only does it fit you perfectly, but I'll always have the memories of today when I'll see you in it."

She giggled again. "How come I only discover what a pervert you are after over ten years of living together, Beau?"

I pondered the question for a few seconds before replying.

"Actually, I had no idea that I was one until now," adding with a shit-eating grin, "And after what you told me about the state in which you've put that poor thong, it seems I'm not the only one, darling."

She chuckled, then french kissed me again. "You'll have to get us home quickly once we're done here because I sure can't wait to have sex right now."

I waited for her to get her dress back on, and we ended up settling on the simplest of all the bikinis she'd picked, a black tie-on one, which in my opinion was the one which enhanced her figure and the complexion of her skin the most. We handed the bikinis we would not buy to the clerk by the trial room's entrance. We grabbed two pairs of stockings, fishnets and one with a seam in the back, before heading to the cashiers. While the cashier was folding the wet thong to put it in the bag, Belle and I glanced at each other and smiled knowingly. I couldn't help but imagine the cashier wondering how she ended up with the smell of another woman's pussy on her fingers after we left.

We walked briskly back to the car, got in, and started the ride back home. Before we had left the parking lot, Belle activated the convertible top, and while giving me a knowing glance, made her dress ride up until it was slightly higher than it had been earlier. Instead of going the scenic route along the sea like I'd done on our way to the mall, I headed for the speedway.

When she noticed my decision, Belle chuckled. "You really can't wait either, huh?"

Without taking my eyes off the road, I put my hand on her thigh, sliding it up until my pinky was against her pussy, then moved my pinky slightly so it would slide between her lips. I felt her wetness against my finger.

"With this heat, if I leave you like that for too long, you're gonna suffer from dehydration!"

I felt her legs spread, allowing my hand better access, and she said in a sultry voice, "Then don't keep me waiting!"

I started playing with her pussy while keeping my eyes on the road, only stopping when I had to change gears. Once we finally were on the speedway, I could finally really put more thought into what my right hand was doing. I kept going back and forth between playing with her clitoris and sliding two fingers along the folds of her labia then up her drenched vagina. She started caressing her breasts through the fabric of her dress, eyes closed. She was moaning louder and louder. A quick glance in her direction let me see that one of the straps of her dress had slid down her arm, and her left boob was out. Or maybe she'd done it on purpose because she was now pinching the exposed nipple.

I felt her vagina tighten rhythmically around my fingers and could tell she was about to come right when we reached our exit. But I would have to shift down in gears, hence stopping my attention to her pussy. Making her come was more important to me than the slight detour, so I kept going straight ahead.

She came right as we were passing a truck. I could not see if the driver noticed anything, but I sure hoped so. I felt her vagina tighten really hard, my knuckles almost hurting from being pressed together.

I removed my fingers as soon as her pussy decided to let go. She grabbed my hand and sucked her own juices off my fingers. Then she remained in post-orgasmic bliss for a few minutes, not caring at all about having her left boob and spread pussy in full view.

"Don't want to rain on your parade, honey, but you'd better make yourself decent again. We're about to get into town."

She quickly got decent and opened her eyes. She looked around, clearly not understanding where we were for a few seconds, and groggily said, "You missed our exit?"

I just grinned in response.

It finally clicked in her head, she laughed, "Oh, I see. You've got your priorities straight. Thank you for that, I'll make up for your additional wait once we're home."

Once home, I was in such a hurry to get inside that I locked the car as soon as she had closed her door.

But upon hearing the bip, she said "Not so fast! I need to access the trunk, we're gonna need something that I bought today."

The mischievous smile on her face made me think I would like where this was going, so I pressed the bip again. She opened the trunk, grabbed the bags, and slammed it shut. I locked the car again and we entered the house. Before I could even close the door behind us, she'd let her dress drop to the floor. She hugged me tight, squeezing my buttcheeks, and hungrily french kissed me.

She let go of me, grabbed my crotch, felt my fully erect penis in her hand, and said, "Get naked and lie on the bed, I'll be with you shortly."

I ran to the room, removing my shirt on the way and dropping it on the floor. Once in the bedroom, I removed my sneakers by stepping on my own heels and dropped the shorts on top of them. I threw myself upon the bed, on my back, my dick standing at attention. She walked in a few seconds later, that mischievous look upon her face and one hand behind her back.

"I said I would repay you for making me come so hard in the car, and, to do so fully, I'm gonna need this!" she said while showing me what she'd been hiding behind her back, a tube of vaseline. "Don't you dare move a muscle," she told me while opening the tube, "I'll take good care of you."

She squeezed out a bit of vaseline upon her middle finger, turned around, spread her legs, bent over, and spread her buttcheeks with one hand while applying the vaseline to her butthole, sliding one, then two fingers up her ass. I could not help but start masturbating at the sight, and the promise of the rare treat she was about to offer me. Anal sex had been an exception over the years prior, a present for my birthday, Saint Valentine's Day or anniversaries.

She turned around and said, "Naughty pervert boy can't even follow simple instructions? Tsk Tsk."

She climbed on the bed on all fours, brushed my hand away from my cock and gulped it down, taking down as much as she could immediately, almost deepthroating me. She moved her head back and forth no more than a handful of times before she stopped. She then stood up on the bed, her hips undulating and pinched on her nipples.

"Now for the main course," she said while slowly lowering her ass towards my erect manhood. My dick twitched a few times in expectation as she slowly squatted over it.

She ground her pussy against it a few times, lubricating my dick with her own juices, before grabbing it with her hand and aiming my tip at her butthole. She slowly sat on my dick, her ass resisting a bit before my glans finally slid inside. She stopped there for a second, letting go of my dick with her hand and started to gently move her hips, letting more and more of my cock slide inside until I finally felt her buttcheeks against my thighs. She leaned over and kissed me hungrily.

She whispered in my ear, in a sultry voice, "I want you to fill my butt with your hot cum."

Belle started to move her hips up and down slowly, her ass sliding up from the base of my dick until it was almost about to pop out and then back down. She leaned back, grabbed my hands, placed them on her tits, before placing her own on my thighs, and then started to pick up the pace, tilting her head back. Our moans filled the room. While I pinched her nipples, as I knew she wanted me to, I could not take my eyes off her empty pussy, spread open by her squatting position.

The late afternoon sun, shining through the bedroom window, was lighting her body just right. I could see the pink insides of her vagina twitching and pulsing each time her ass slid up and down my cock. Her pussy was dripping wet, glistening in the sunlight. The tip of her engorged clit was pointing out of its hood.

I could feel it wouldn't be long before I'd grant her wish and fill up her ass. And at that moment, an idea passed through my head, that the German guy from the shop was maybe jerking off right now, fantasizing about Belle doing to him just what she was doing to me right now. It pushed me over the edge. I closed my eyes and grunted as my dick shot strand after strand of hot cum up Belle's ass.

I expected her to slide off me right away to cuddle, like usual when she had let me fuck her ass, but instead, I felt her slide my dick up her butt even deeper than before, completely sitting down on it. Her anus tightened hard around the base of my shaft, and she screamed her own orgasm.

I opened my eyes, wondering if she'd started masturbating right after I had closed them, but no, her hands had not moved from my thighs, I was still staring at her empty pussy, her open vagina now pulsating in sync with the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She'd just made herself come anally. Another first for her, as far as I knew.

I remained silent, letting her bask in her own moment of bliss. I then felt her ass slightly release its grip on the base of my cock, she leaned forward and remained on top, her head on my shoulder, my dick still fully inside her. Then she turned her head and planted a soft kiss on my cheek before lifting her butt slowly, releasing the length of my shaft inch by inch.

When her sphincter reached the base of my glans, I felt her hand covering it, ready to plug her gaping butthole, to keep my cum from staining the bedsheets. She rolled to the side and started to laugh. I turned my head in her direction, a bit puzzled by her sudden burst of laughter, the look on my face made her laugh even harder.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

But she was laughing too hard to answer me. So I waited.

Finally, between bursts of laughter, she answered, "If I'd known that a bit of exhibitionism would make anal so pleasurable, I'd have started flashing random guys much earlier in my life!"

I started to laugh too. The thought that our neighbours might have heard her screams of pleasure only to hear us laughing a few seconds later made me laugh even harder.

While having dinner that night, we talked about the events of the last few days. Basically, we agreed it was clear that she enjoyed showing off, and that I found it really arousing too. It made me horny enough to counteract the side effects of my treatment at the very least. And we concluded that it could be a good thing for our sex life to keep playing with our exhibitionistic tendencies. But we also agreed that we needed to remain careful in these games, to avoid troubles with law enforcement at the very least.