Work was slow, so I figured it would be a good time to take advantage of the break and do something with my wife. We had only been married a couple of years, and our sex life was already suffering a bit and had fallen into a dull routine. In our dating days, we usually found outdoor activities like hiking to bring out the sexual daredevil in each other, so I formed a plan.

For her birthday the following week, I purchased a cute, light, and short sundress. It was winter, but here in Florida even February can bring ninety-degree weather, and that was the forecast. Along with a few accessories to the dress, I purchased tickets for a one-day cruise to Freeport, Bahamas. I had been there several times in my work as a boat captain, but my wife had never been there, and I guessed it would be a big hit.

I didn’t tell her the plan until the last minute.  On her birthday, I handed her the presents, including the cruise, which left early the following morning. She was thrilled. It was just a one-day thing, so it didn’t require much packing, and I had supplied the outfit. All she needed was a bag to fit a bathing suit, some sunscreen, and towels.  The rest would handle itself.

As the ship pulled out that morning, she looked great. The red, flowered, Hawaiian-style dress fit her perfectly, and the conch-shell earrings with the seashell hairclips finished off a casual summertime look to a T. She wore her bikini underneath her dress, despite my attempts to keep her body unobstructed below. It was a light blue, thin, string bikini with small triangles covering the juicy parts.

As we left the harbor for the three-hour trip, the breeze blew softly, and the seas were calm. Despite the calendar, the weathermen had been right for once, and the temperature was already climbing into the eighties, with no clouds in the crystal blue sky. The passengers lined the rail, while reggae music blared over the speakers, and the bar was already open, serving Bloody Marys and mimosas along with the egg sandwiches.

An hour offshore and we had completed our walk around the ship and settled onto the top deck, overseeing the pool and within steps of the bar. We asked, and sure enough, they were willing to whip up some rum punch, so we ordered a couple. Overpriced as we expected, the fruity drinks came in a large plastic, festive cup and laced with enough rum to make sure we started the day off right!

We settled into lounge chairs nearby and faced the sun. My wife slipped her dress down to her feet and lay back, soaking up the warm winter rays. I pulled my shirt over my head and lay down beside her, but of course, was not allowed to get comfortable yet, as she requested a sunblock application. She knows I love doing this, as it means I get to rub her body in public, and she gets a thorough massage.

Not wanting to disappoint, I sat up, grabbed the tube, and squirted a dollop onto my hands as she rolled over on her belly. Given our location by the bar and pool, there were quite a few people around, including several guys and couples.

I started simply, massaging into her back and thighs as usual. As I caught a couple of guys watching intently, I let my hands into the space between her thighs and forced them open wider. I began massaging her thighs from there, and the sides of my hands would rub her pussy with every couple of strokes. She was face down and didn’t see the audience, so she reacted by spreading one leg wide and bending the knee, giving me clean access.

From this angle, her pussy outline was visible through the now stretched-tight material, and the wet spot in the middle gave her excitement away. Knowing I couldn’t do much more here, I slid my hands up to her back, massaged under her strings, sliding my hands around to grease the sides of her flattened breasts. I asked if she wanted me to do her front too, and she rolled over with a simple, “Ok.”

At first, she kept her eyes closed, as I massaged her neck and exposed areas. When my hand began to slip under the fabric occasionally, she opened her eyes with a smirk. “Now cut that out!” she said half-heartedly. The small group of guys was enjoying the show, and their chatter had attracted the attention of one of the couples as well. The guy was clearly turned on by the show; his woman was watching closely but showed no reaction.

My hands continued greasing her flat belly, and she ignored my occasional venture under her waistband. As I got bolder and slid under from her thigh, she opened her eyes and looked around. I was busted! She saw the onlookers and snapped her legs closed, saying, “Alright, I think I am protected enough!”

I was turned on, but would be denied any further action on the trip over. My balls started to ache already, as I wondered how I was going to bring out the devil in my girl today.

Perusing the tour possibilities, we decided on hiking the small national park near Freeport. Hiking is a little strong of a term when you talk about the Bahamas, because there is no terrain to speak of. Our sandals and water shoes would be more than sufficient for the trek. Besides, we had plenty of beach time in Florida, so we didn’t need that in Freeport.

As one would guess, this was the least popular tour offered, and we arrived last of the four or five small groups from the ship. Being nature lovers, we chose to go without the guide and lagged behind, taking time to enjoy the scenery and the birdlife of the park. We only had three hours on land, and this park was only a couple of miles in total length. It was peaceful back in the wilderness of Grand Bahama. A stark contrast from the beaches or straw markets they are known for.

As we left the bus, I noticed that my wife had removed her swimsuit top and her peaches were swinging free in her dress. I love that look, and every chance I got, I would peer down her top, hoping for a glimpse of the prize. She was amused at my behavior, seeing as I get to see them every morning and every night. She thought it funny I would try to catch a peek like this.

As we walked, we heard fewer and fewer voices and eventually were left virtually alone on the trail. Being last, there was little chance of anyone from the tour coming along on this loop trail, and the park gets very few visitors from locals or other tourists.

She kept teasing me and, feeling safe in our solitude, would flash her tits by dropping the straps of the dress off her shoulders. I was pissed that I had left my camera in the locker on the ship, but enjoyed playing with them out in the open air every time she let me.

The more we walked, the more turned on I got. She too was beginning to feel the heat of the moment and would exacerbate my problem by rubbing my crotch with her nearest hand as we walked. I was coming up with a lot of suggestions of what to do next. I threatened to bend her over a bench and take her right there. I dared her to drop her panties and let the gentle breeze play under her dress. I would come up behind her as she read a sign and force my erection against her ass and hump her slowly as I kissed her neck.

I couldn’t get her to give in, and I was getting extremely horny and frustrated.

Finally, thinking she was being sly, she slipped her bottoms off and stuffed them in her purse while I read a nature display. I heard the rustling of her clothes and was pretty sure I knew what she was up to, but I played dumb and commented on the beautiful colors on the orchids behind the sign.

As we walked on, she began to skip playfully. The light breeze was not quite enough to lift her dress all the way, but it was an effective tease, giving me momentary glimpses of her ass cheeks in front of me. Finally she turned towards me with a gleam in her eye and lifted her dress all the way over her head. Her naked body was shining in the sun and begging for attention. I lunged for her, and she jumped, pulling her dress back down with a loud giggle.

Not to be defeated, I grabbed her by her midsection and hoisted her over my head upside down, her dress falling over her face toward the ground. I danced around triumphantly, and she laughed while begging me to put her down. We thought we heard voices behind us, so I granted her wish, since we were standing in a clearing and would be visible from a good distance to any passersby. As we walked quietly, listening for those voices again, I playfully lifted her dress every chance I got.

She was really enjoying the free feeling of the tropical breeze blowing beneath her delicate dress. With nothing but the light cotton cloth covering her privates, her body was tingling with excitement.

Finally, a couple did appear behind us, and we struggled to maintain our composure, as it seemed like forever before they caught up to us and passed. Right as they were alongside us, I lifted her dress from behind. The woman was in no position to see anything, but I am sure the man at least saw the dress fly up. Whether he saw any of the goods, I am not sure, but it did have him turning back to look in our direction as they continued on ahead of us.

My wife had given me a dirty look after that action, but I could tell she caught a bit of a thrill from it. As the pair faded from our view, she was getting braver and flashing me even though they might still have seen if they tried.

As we reached the midpoint of the trail, the “forest” became a little denser. You could still see through it for a long way, but there was mixed brush in the way. The trail finally made a “u” with a bench on the far side of the turn and a stand of small trees in the middle.

When we reached the bench, my wife sat on it to take a rest. As she did so, she raised her knees and exposed her naked pussy to my view. I knew this was a bit more than just a tease, but I wasn’t sure what I would be allowed to do, so I ignored her and sat next to her.

She looked over her shoulders in both directions and, comfortable that we were secluded enough, lifted her dress up over her breasts again. I reached over, grabbed a breast with one hand and the other breast with my mouth, sucking her left breast and nibbling her nipple. She closed her eyes and rolled her head; a soft moan escaped her lips, and her hand wandered across her lap to mine. Her fingers crept up my shorts leg, and she tickled the tip of my manhood. A wry smile shaped her lips as she was greeted with full extension.

I leaned my head back as she started to play with it, removing my hands from her and letting her dress fall back to her lap. Free to move now, she rose from the bench and kneeled on the ground in front of me. She pulled my shorts to my ankles and pushed my knees apart, allowing her clean access to the target.

I lifted my shirt as she slid one hand up and played with my nipples and chest. As the leaves above us danced in the breeze, the sun shone through, warming my skin, and highlighting the blonde tips of my sparse chest hair, enhancing the golden appearance of my tan. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming as her mouth opened wide, my pulsing member resting on her tongue, then dove down, taking the whole of my cock deep in her throat and slowly pulling back again, smacking her lips as they sucked free of me.  She licked it thoroughly, in a way which teased and tickled, but was not what I wanted. I had expected the previous actions to continue, and I tried to convince her with body language to return.

Again, she looked up at me with an even bigger grin, and I suddenly realized what she was doing. She was lubricating me well! With that, she rose, lifted her dress above her waist, pushed my knees together, and sat on my lap. Her saturated pussy swallowed me in one gulp. She sat facing me for a moment, grinning and holding in her laughter. She was so excited, she was giddy. She started rocking on me right there on the bench.

This was not like her. We had had sex in various outside places, but they were almost always secluded, off trail, or well hidden. Granted, the park was pretty empty, but this brazen move was usually left for my fantasies. I was incredibly turned on, and I knew this wasn’t going to take long. The good thing was, in this position, my legs were pressed together and pressured my balls, preventing early ejaculation. Nope, she was gonna get a good long ride after all!

As we fucked, I lifted her dress, allowing me access to her fabulous tits. She ground her pussy on my crotch, her clitoris firmly planted on my pubis. As she reached a small climax, she drew her knees to her chest, coming quietly, but forcefully shaking her body to its core. This new position allowed me a little more freedom, and the sight of her orgasm excited me even more. I began thrusting harder, and tried to spread my legs a bit to ease the pressure building inside.

Sensing my urgency, she held her knees now and enjoyed the feel of the new angle. The deeper penetration it allowed gave her a new feeling inside and she loved it. I was coming close and whispered that in her ear. Just then we heard it.

Some rustling on the path we had come from, and two voices. The little stand of trees had blocked our view of the path and also the sounds of the people approaching! Oh no! I was so close!

I started to push her off me, but she wouldn’t go. She just rocked harder and whispered in my ear, “I don’t care. Fuck me! I don’t care if they see.”

The combination of the threat of being seen, her rocking harder, and her delicious words of encouragement drove me over the edge. The people couldn’t have been more than ten or twenty yards from coming around the corner and seeing us, but I was coming. She pulled her dress down over my lap and forced her pelvis down against me as I came. There would be no pulling out today! The pent-up load of spunk exploded inside her. I came in waves as she ground harder and as the steps came nearer; she began to shake as well. She grabbed around my neck and hugged me close as her body convulsed on top of me. I was still thrusting inside her, filling her deeply with every move, and we heard the voices clearly now. I could see bits of color from their clothes through the leaves of the tree stand. They had stopped just feet short of the edge of the stand. Another three or four steps and they would see us finishing our orgasms.

Whatever had caught their eyes, we were grateful for. Interrupting my final thrust, my wife slid her legs off of me and quickly moved to the bench beside me, my come dripping out of her onto the bench beneath her. I pulled my shorts up as quickly as I could, leaving the button open, merely covering it with my shirt pulled back down.

My wife started laughing, and the couple moved the final few steps and peered over at us. They had been surprised anyone was there, and somehow had not heard us until that moment. The disheveled appearance, the messed hair, the very red faces, and the guilty looks surely gave us away, but we had managed to cover it up in time. We got a bit of a rude look at first, but we just said, "Hi," and made some comment about what a peaceful place this was, and they politely agreed and moved along.

As they left, I looked down and could see the load of white goo under the bench by my wife and the stringy trail of wetness which led from under me to under her. So much for covering it up! Unless they were blind, they had to have noticed that mess. I pointed it out to my wife and her red face got even redder.

I kissed her deeply. As I stared into her eyes, I reminded her that these strangers would never know who we were and could only dream of having a moment like that in their lives. My reassurances eased her back to me, and she began to laugh again. Even she couldn’t believe what she had done.

As we talked about it, my erection rose again, and I could see she was turned on by it as well.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have all day, and we needed to get back to the bus. We teased a little as we walked, but we spent less time looking at the wildlife and picked up our pace. A short while later, we caught up to the intruding couple, and they were locked in an embrace, his hands in her shorts.

We smiled as we passed them, knowing that we had probably sparked their activity. This time, they were the surprised ones, and sheepishly pulled apart and nodded, acknowledging our presence. My wife gave him a knowing wink, and he smiled in response, and we left them to finish where they had left off.

Back on the ship that afternoon, my wife was a different person. She had never bothered to put her bikini back on, choosing to enjoy the freshening afternoon sea breeze as it cooled her womanly parts. As she stood by the rail of the upper deck, I pointed out that the guys on the deck below could see up her dress, and she just shrugged. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Hearing that, I went back to our stuff, grabbed the camera, and went to the deck below. I took a few shots, and she even dropped her top a couple times for me. Several of the people around looked up, curious as to what I was photographing, and got an eyeful of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I then returned to the top deck and headed toward her. I was amused to see the breeze blowing her dress up well past her hips and her just standing there letting it go, much to the delight of the men within sight of her.

I bought her a piña colada and told her how much she was turning me on, and she just laughed. We moved back to a lounge chair by the pool and sat to enjoy her drinks. She opened her legs and leaned back, giving me (and anyone behind me) a clear view of her privates. As she finished her drink, she slid her bottoms on, removed her dress, exposing her beautiful titties to the world, and took her time putting her top on. I was amazed at her blatant exhibitionism and couldn’t stop wanting to kiss her.  She lay back on the lounge chair, closed her eyes, and touched my hand.

I couldn’t decide who had really had the better day  - her, me, or the people around her! We dozed in the sun for the remainder of the journey, but there was a constant stirring of men around us as they prayed for another show