Return to Puerto Banus

Only when we are lucky enough to be away from home do we really get the opportunity to indulge in my wife's exhibitionistic behaviour. Once we discovered our mutual enjoyment of her desire to be admired by strangers, with my encouragement, she has become quite daring over the years. For us there is nothing we both enjoy more than some interaction with some receptive voyeur. Recalling the memories is very much a turn-on for us.

This was our second visit to the vibrant town of Puerto Banus in recent years, a paradise for voyeurs and exhibitionists, and partly the reason we had come here again. There were so many great looking women parading the busy quay-side walks and side streets in flimsy or revealing attire day and night. Some may have been high class hookers, but mostly good looking women just out to impress and be admired.

Anyway we checked into our hotel and were shown to our room which was on the second floor above some shops and accessed by a very slow moving lift. I remember thinking at the time we will make more use of the stairs, otherwise half our holiday will be spent in this bloody lift. Anyway the room was fabulous with a large emperor bed and a couple of comfy chairs. Looking through the large patio windows we were pleased to see it had the benefit of a fair sized balcony with a table, two chairs and a couple of comfy looking loungers and fitted with wrought iron railings. Looking out of the window across the wide pedestrianised shopping area were three-story apartment blocks that fortunately did not block out the sun.

After a late lunch and a refreshing siesta, we sunbathed on the balcony until the sun went down and showered ready for our evening meal. My wife picked her silky white, cross-over dress that she kept for special date nights. Always a good sign. The dress was cut to mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps supporting a deep vee at the front and simply held together with a sash giving her the opportunity to flaunt her eye-catching cleavage. A transparent lacy thong and a pair of really high silver shag-me-shoes completed the outfit. The material was so clingy, you could see the outlines of her curves in the slightest breeze but knew it would certainly be acceptable in this upmarket but somewhat racy resort.

We arrived at a restaurant we had visited on our previous trip, and were shown to a table on the balcony overlooking the marina by the head waiter. Obviously a man of experience who knew how to flatter and whose eyes soon fell to the valley of my wife's soft cleavage.
During the meal we chatted about our past sexual experiences arousing and were so engrossed in each other at this time, we hadn't noticed our waiter poised at our table. A she pulled back slightly to enable him to top up our wine, he again ogled at her slightly over exposed breast and his knowing expression confirmed he was more than happy for us to continue our activities. Feeling very aroused by his attention Mandy soon excused herself to the ladies room. On her return I was delighted to see that she had loosened the straps on her dress. As she casually leaned forward with her arms on the table, her dress simply fell away exposing her tits and hard nipples. She was a real expert at accidentally exposing herself.

I waved for the waiter to come over and asked for the desert menu. His eyes had wandered to Mandy's cleavage most of the evening, even going out of his way to pass our table at every opportunity. On his arrival this time, his eyes immediately took in Mandy's blatant exposure. We mischievously spent some time browsing the menu, giving the lecherous waiter ample time to view and enjoy her exposed nipple. The excitement of another man sexually admiring her breasts is always very arousing for both of us.

We decide instead, to move to the lounge area and sample some cocktails. The waiter suggested we try their latest Gin cocktail which he said was quite strong but also sweet to the taste. When he returned a few minutes later with our chosen cocktails, and guessing he would respond to my request, I asked him if he wouldn't mind taking a photo of us later when he had time.

After two of these cocktails Mandy's exhibitionistic behaviour was certainly accelerating and I took advantage of this by slipping the strap off her left shoulder knowing the dress would soon slip and fully expose her engorged nipple. Although the place was almost empty at this time there were a few lingering over their drinks and discreetly look at us, which kept us aroused. Anyway, by the time the waiter returned moments later, most of her tit was showing and he couldn't take hold of my phone fast enough and clicked away like a professional from different angles, portrait, landscape, zoom and anything else he could think of, clearly relishing in his inclusion in our activities.

Then deciding to move on, we asked for the bill. The waiter bid us goodnight, but unable to maintain his integrity any longer, blatantly sank his eyes to my wife's beautifully exposed soft breast, Mandy looked down to see how much was showing and to my delight, smiled at him, giving him the go-ahead to salaciously enjoy her exposure for his personal gratification as we left. That was so hot!

Not wanting these stimulating activities to end, we decided to stop on the way for another drink. We had passed a strip club earlier, just around the corner from our hotel and as Mandy had never been to one before, she said she was intrigued as to what it was like and thought might be fun.

After our eyes became accustomed to the low level lighting, we sat at a low table that had just been vacated and recalled our earlier episode with the waiter and Mandy was thrilled when I suggested he would probably be pleasuring himself now. The top of her dress just about overlapped where the sash held it together, revealing most of the soft mounds of flesh that had been the focus of so much attention that evening. Fuck she looked so seductive, just sitting close to me looking like one of the hostesses and wallowing in her shameless exposure.

It was then that a gorgeous looking Asian hostess approached and we ordered a couple of beers as most other drinks were quite expensive. On her return she became quite chatty and very friendly then finally got around to asking if we wanted her to dance for us. Explaining that club is topless only and no touching of the girls is allowed, unless we wanted to pay for a private dance in one of the secluded areas.

As we looked at each other before deciding, I enquired if she would dance just for Mandy. She said she was glad that was what I wanted, as she found herself attracted to Mandy and enquired if would we prefer to go to the secluded area. I was a little disappointed when Mandy said she preferred to stay where we were.

At the start of the next track this gorgeous Asian hostess performed a beautiful strip down to a minute G-string which barely concealed her smooth lips. Then bending forward in front of Mandy, her hands moved to tussle her Mandy's hair, before tracing their way down her neck line, and dared to completely uncover her breasts, then moved to the side, delicately kissing her exposed nipples, first one and then the other.

By this time a small crowd had gathered to watch as she moved up until she brushed her breasts past my wife's face. Then continued to seductively slide her hands down the side of Mandy's body and along her thighs until she reached her knees.

She then knelt in front of her, slowly widening her legs until her silky dress just slid apart uncovering her tanned thighs and the lacy thong that did little to hide her smoothly shaven crotch, much to the delight of the lecherous group watching. Such was the eroticism of the moment, my loving wife did not move to cover her exposure, and just sat there with her eyes fixed on the hostess as she massaged her groin then culminated her performance by burying her head between Mandy's legs until the end of the track when she made a show of pulling her thong aside and gave her slit a delectable lick. I'd been on cloud nine all night and now I was heaven watching this erotic performance.

On finishing, the hostess obviously pleased with herself, further enquired if we would like a private experience which we gracefully declined, but stayed a while longer which allowed Mandy time to compose herself, as she was clearly exhilarated by the stripper's performance and the attention she had received. She told me it was the first time anything like that had happened to her, and confessed that it really excited her.

The walk back to the hotel was similarly stimulating. We stopped on several occasions for long deep passionate kisses.
Back at the hotel we could hear the vibrant disco music coming from the hotel roof bar, so thought we'd give it a go.
My wife asked me to wait a moment as she needed to go to the loo to refresh her make up.
She looked like every man's dream as she emerged from the powder room and I joined her to head for the lift. As the door closed, she looked at herself in the mirror adjusting her dress, teasing me as to how much she was going to show. My cock jerked instantly when I realized she had also removed her thong.

God I'd never known her turned on.

The mega slow lift eventually came to a gentle halt on the seventh floor, the bell chiming softly as the doors opened with my wife standing in the doorway, her cross over dress gaping, exposing most of her cleavage to anyone who may have been waiting.
Taking her hand we wandered around the vibrant bar area, stood by the bar discussing how much of a turn-on the evening had been so far. Mandy happily allowing more of her bra-less cleavage to be deliberately exposed.

After ordering a couple of cocktails, we moved to overlook the marina and street below. We continued with more deep french kisses, our hands discreetly exploring each other's bodies. God she was wet! She told me she loved me so much and that it will be forever, then asked how much I enjoyed seeing her with the stripper. If ever there was no need for a question then this was it. I told her it was one of the horniest scenes that I had ever seen.

Continuing to rub my hardness through my trousers, she hesitantly asked and "How would you feel if I were to want to have fun with another woman or man."

Hearing this sent another massive surge to my already hard cock. Having witnessed her earlier antics, I told her she knew how much I loved her and how much she knew it excited me seeing her exposing herself to random strangers. If she wanted to take it a step further I'd have no objection as long as I was there to share the experience.

"You would enjoy that too, wouldn't you? Not necessarily going all the way though, just like what we have done before except with perhaps some touching. Does the thought of a stranger touching me arouse you Dave?"

The heady mix of alcohol combined with this evening's eroticism, I'd have agreed to anything my loving wife would want to do and told
her that the thought of another man fucking her was something I often fantasised about.

So many ideas were now flooding through my brain, I took her to the dance floor now buzzing with night party goers and started dancing with her. The floor was crowded and we found ourselves being jostled close together. We ground into each other with unrelenting lust. As I hitched her dress to feel her perfect cheeks, I could feel a wetness where copious amounts of precum was oozing from my cock. The track finished all too soon and we returned to the edge of the terrace. Both so turned on that anything was possible.
"See that guy standing with his friends by the bar, he's been watching us all night. Would you like to watch me dance with him?"

How could I refuse such a simple request?

The next time he looked over to us Mandy held his gaze suggestively for a few moments then approached him saying nothing but taking his hand and leading him to the dance area.

Watching them dance to the heavy beat was such a turn on. It didn't take him long to press up against her. His hands on her butt pulling
him tight against him as they ground to the pulsating track and Mandy was clearly enjoying his attention. She returned as the track ended looking very flushed and feeling quite proud of herself, boasting she had given him an erection which he had unashamedly pressed into her belly.

"Umm, that was horny. Did you enjoy watching us Dave?"

Now almost two in the morning, we decided to head back to our room. With sexy thoughts in mind we stopped back to allow another couple to use the first lift. Then whilst waiting ages for another, I stood slightly back from her. She leaned back provocatively with hands on hips and said "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, what about this" I replied then pulled the sash through the loops around her waist, then eased the flimsy fabric to uncover a full frontal until the lift arrived. The excitement was blood rushing waiting for the lift doors to open, not knowing if anyone would be in it. The lift arrived and journey to the second floor was thankfully as slow as expected, giving Mandy the opportunity to kneel down and my release my aching cock, I could feel her tongue glide over my cock and then the warmth as her lips parted and sucked me in to her mouth.

Stepping out of the lift, I wanted to video her removing her dress completely pouring some ice from the machine in the corridor. Without any hesitation and knowing I would delighted to see her get caught, she made a play of dancing like a stripper and threw me her dress while I videoed her performance.

While we were messing about the lift chimed and the doors opened leaving Mandy in full view of the emerging couple. Fuck! This was what I had hoped for. The actual surprise of her being caught unexpectedly unnerved me a bit but also excited me. Butterflies in my belly were doing somersaults.

Fortunately, they were in high spirits, and laughed when they saw me videoing her. The guy told us not to mind them and said they didn't want to spoil our fun. Although embarrassed, I knew my wife was loving this encounter and coyly tried to hide her nakedness. His girlfriend said wished she had the balls to do something like that. To which her boyfriend replied "It's something we gota do babe."

When we eventually reach or bed room I needed the bathroom, and so left Mandy naked and flushed with desire to her own devises for a few moments. On returning to the bedroom I could she moved to the balcony, and gently pleasuring herself on the lounger. She looked so hot smiling at me with that come and get me look.

Moving to join her I took both the vinyl mattress off of place them side by side to we could share this erotic moment. Such was our urgency to enjoy each other's bodies we were fucking in seconds. Kneeling astride me she impaled herself on my rock hard cock and started rocking to a slow rhythm. She looked amazing, her naked form bathed in the soft mood lighting from above the balcony and asked if I thought anyone could see us as she looked around the windows across the street and at the balconies above us.

I replied that I certainly hoped so, then went on to recall her earlier comments about how she would like to have fun with a stranger and how much I had thought about her be fucked by someone else.

She continued "Well, what did you think my fantasy?"
"Would you really be willing for me to have some fun with a stranger?"
"You'd love to watch me wouldn't you?"
"Not just watching someone look at me, but actually watch someone touching me like this!"
"Would you like to see me take hold of his cock and wank him?"
"Wank him close to my tits!"
"Take him in my mouth!"
"Suck him until he's ready to cum!"
"Then release him to spurt over my face and tits!"
"You'd like that Dave wouldn't you?"
"Watch him sink his hard cock inside me and fuck me hard!"
"Or would you rather see me with that stripper?"
"She was hot wasn't she?"
"Especially when she ran her hands over by body and kissed my nipples which were so hard for her.
Yes Dave, I loved it when she did that. I loved it when I could see all the attention I was getting from the men watching her play with me. Exposing my pussy to them was so hot!"
"Would you like to see me with another woman?"

Elaborating on these scenarios sent her over the edge to one of the longest and most convulsive orgasms ever, culminating in a seemingly never-ending release of fluid. This was the first time this had ever happened to us and I could feel the warm fluid across my belly and the sensation of it running over my balls meant I could hold on no longer my hot cum shooting spurt after spurt deep inside her.

We stayed there for some time just entwined in each other's body with the occasional loving thrust then started giggling uncontrollably when we realised how much mess we had made.

I awoke the following morning to see she was up before me and had showered and was sitting in her bath robe on the terrace fiddling with my phone flicking through pics I had taken the night before.

It was a bit late to go down for breakfast so I rang room service and ordered some coffee and croissants.
She looked so captivating just sitting there in the sunshine in her bath robe and obviously still in sexy mood as we discussed the pics and videos I had taken the night before.

"I hadn't realised you videoed me dancing with that guy last night. He was so hot" she said, sort of reliving the experience.
It wasn't long before we heard the knock on the door announcing room service. As I squeezed past her to get the door, I couldn't resist mischievously releasing the tie on her robe loose open allowing much of the curve of her breast to be seen which amused her somewhat.

I opened the door and directed the older guy to the table on the terrace. Taking in her slight exposure, the room service guy soon began making mundane conversation as he hung about. When she was happy that he was admiring her slight exposure she became more animated as she talked to him giving him the opportunity to see more of what she enjoyed accidentally showing. I moved the conversation to where the best places to visit were and asked Mandy to fetch the map we had brought with us. Taking full advantage of my suggestion, she rose to fetch it and casually let her robe open momentarily as if she didn't care how much he saw. But we both knew it was fully intentional.

Moments later she returned, holding her robe loosely closed and unfolded the map onto the table. He proceeded to point out some places of interest, taking furtive glances towards her breasts when he thought she wouldn't notice. Winking at me, she upped the game by releasing her grip on the robe to point to some local beaches, sending a twitch to my hardening cock. Her dangling breasts now exposed to his view for his titillation as she bent over the map discussing his recommendations. When she was satisfied that her exposure had turned me on, she ended the conversation. As I was showing him to the door she asked if he knew if they were clothing optional beaches.

I returned to the terrace to see she was gently caressing her smooth pussy "Was that good for you Dave? Did you see he couldn't take his eyes of me"? She teased. "Would you have liked him to see me doing this?"

I immediately picked up my phone to video her, asking her to keep talking as she masturbated for me.

Fuck, it didn't take her long to bring herself to an amazing orgasm for me. Watching her performance for the video was so erotic. I couldn't help but move close to her and video myself spurting my hot cum over her face and tits.

After we had composed ourselves, we sat on the terrace enjoying this amazing start to our holiday and looked around wondering if anyone had seen any of our antics on the terrace. Then moved on to discuss the fantasies that had developed and wondered if we dare indulge in some of them.

Part 2
We have been so busy these last few months, moving into a new home and settling into new jobs, so Dave just hasn't gotten around to continuing our story and has asked me to make a start, so here goes.

Hopefully, you've read 'Return to Puerto Banus' and you know that both I and my husband get very turned on when he sees other men admire me. Especially when, shall I say, I am more daring in my mode of dress. Being away from home and anonymous, gives us more opportunity to indulge in our exhibitionist foreplay and it always results in some wild sex. This particular vacation coincided with my most fertile time of the month which always leaves me in an almost continual state of arousal.

When we awoke the following morning, we decided not to plan the day but just amble around the town and see where it goes.
We both showered and dressed for the day. I tousled my hair, slipped on a g-string and a well-worn tee shirt. I knew the absence of a bra made would make my prominent nipples more noticeable and I loved the sensation of them against the thin material. I completed my outfit with a shabby pair of cut-off jeans which Dave loves me to wear because they display a good portion of my ass cheeks. Dave said I looked like a beach bum, a very sexy beach bum and joked about how much I loved men sneaking a look at my booty. I teased that I didn't know what he was talking about, but yes, I do love it. I donned a pair of sunglasses, picked up my purse and we were good to go.

We knew there were some nice shops along the back road so we decided to head there first. I looked with envy at the mannequins in the designer shops, the clothes were to die for but so expensive. Further along we came across a shop selling club wear at what seemed like more reasonable prices.

My eye was drawn to one of the mannequins in the window that was dressed in a sexy white leather mini dress with eye-catching diamante stones on the shoulder straps and a full-length two-way zip. The bodice was cut low to mid bust line where the zip started and the zipper had been adjusted down almost to the navel to show the slight swellings of the small breasted model. It was also left partially unzipped on the skirt. The mirrored wall in the window reflected the view from the back which showed the dress was scooped quite low in the back as well. It looked stunning and Dave wasted no time in encouraging me to try it on.

Entering the shop, we were greeted by a young lady who soon found one to suit my size from the stock room. Immediately, I felt the quality of the fine leather I loved it and couldn't wait to try it on. The assistant escorted me to the changing cubicles where she untied the curtain and pulled it across the doorway

Standing in front of the long mirror, I could see that all my workouts at the gym had paid off and kept my body in good shape. Even after having two c***dren, my tummy had returned to its pre-pregnancy days. I unzipped the diamante zipper to try it on. The feel of the fine, unlined leather was incredibly sexy. It fit like a glove.

My B-cup bust was larger than the mannequin's and with the zipper pulled up, quite a substantial amount of my cleavage was pushed up and on display. The softness of the leather made my sensitive nipples harden almost immediately and their protrusions were easily detectable which I liked.

I played around with the zippers and could see some amazing potential for showing my boobs. It could also be zipped both up and down until the zippers met. When zipped to the maximum expanse of my breasts, the zip would not always stay in position and would slip down to reveal more and more of my cleavage, especially when my chest expanded as I breathed in. I knew Dave would be impressed and I hoped it would invite some voyeuristic interest.

I knew straightaway Dave would love me to have it and excitedly adjusted the zippers as they had been arranged on the mannequin and asked the assistant if she had some stilettoes I could try with it to compliment the outfit. Slipping on the pair she brought me, I then stepped out of the changing room to see his reaction. He loved it, especially seeing how much of my boobs were showing as I turned slowly around so that he could see it properly. He said I looked absolutely stunning and loved how the zippers could be adjusted. My emotions bubbled when he told me he would be thrilled to take me out wearing it.

Feeling turned on and wanting to tease my husband, I suggested we browse the racks to see if anything else would be of interest in this Aladdin's Cave of sexy club-wear. I wandered round the shop to get the feel of the dress and constantly kept checking myself out in the mirrors fixed to the pillars

Then, typical of Dave, he handed me a sheer mesh top which he had found. The pale blue mesh was virtually see-through but for a four-inch strip of satin across the bust line, and he begged me to try it on. So, back to the changing cubicle and I tried it on. The strip of satin didn't even conceal the lower curves of my breasts at all. In fact, my nipples were only just covered. The thought of promenading around in the evening with this top on and a short skirt really excited me and I knew Dave would definitely want me to wear this to a bar or club as well.

As I stepped out to show him, he was chatting to another guy whose wife was just browsing. Not knowing what the guys' reaction might be, I brought my arm up to cover myself but soon relaxed when Dave asked the guy what he thought. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw how revealing it was. Dave even went on to tell him that he loved shopping with me especially when I tried on clothes that showed me off a little more and even told him I had one top where the sides of my boobs were exposed for whoever was sitting on either side of me...which really made me blush but I loved it.

I was spoilt for choice. Given the cost of 300 euros for the dress and 125 euros for the top, it was a bit more than we had intended to spend. We decided to just go for the top and asked the assistant to put the dress aside as we wanted to think about it. The top was neatly packaged and we left the shop feeling very pleased with our purchase. But oh, how I loved that dress, and regretted being unable to afford it, too.

Browsing the gift shops along the street, Dave kept playfully cupping my bum cheeks. I could see my nipples were pressing prominently though my tee shirt in the reflections of the shop windows. I just loved watching people's expressions through my dark glasses knowing they were ogling my jiggling tits as they walked towards us. We did a bit more window shopping and browsed some gift items, then ambled towards the marina.

Walking along the quay, we passed some boats that must have cost a fortune and wondered what it must be like to be able to afford those sort of things. We came across a couple that were for sale and speculated how much they would be selling for. Admiring one of these, we started chatting with a guy who said he was the deckhand. Dave remarked how lucky he was to have such an enviable job, but the guy said life aboard as a deckhand was not as glamorous as we might think.

With his eyes roaming over me as he kept the conversation going, he continued that these last two weeks, he had just been hanging around doing odd bits of routine maintenance. Also, his employer wanted him on hand to show any potential buyers around and said he'd be happy to give us a tour if we wanted a look. As we moved to walk away, Dave told him it was well out of our league and we had no intention of buying, but he invited us aboard to have a look anyway.

Obviously, Dave had noticed him brazenly focusing his eyes on my chest. After we had wandered on a few yards, Dave said he felt sure his invitation was based on how prominent my nipples were. Leaning in, he whispered, "It could be fun," and suggested we return and take him up on his offer. I've got to say the guy was pretty hot. Probably in his early forties, he was in good shape, had a cheeky smile and a tanned weathered face that I found interested me.

We introduced ourselves and he told us his name was Greg. Ushering us on board and down the steps to a very spacious salon, he really went for the sales pitch, pointing out all the expensive fittings, telling us how much the owner had spent on the refurbishments. He pointed us towards the master cabin which he said was really worth a look. The cabin was awesome, fitted with gold fittings and a mirrored ceiling as well as a large TV screen. Then, as he continued the tour, he said he'd show us the crew quarters at the back of the boat, reiterating that crewing these boats was not as glamorous as it looked.

We followed him down a narrow passageway and were surprised to see how small the crew quarters were at the stern. He then turned to walk back and needed to squeeze past us. I felt a shiver of excitement as he squeezed past me, his chest purposely grazing against my boobs making my nipples stiffen against my tee shirt. Dave could see what he'd done and winked at me as if to say 'I bet you enjoyed that.'

He then invited us to the top sundeck for a couple of beers which sounded very refreshing. We chatted about where we were from and were surprised to learn he was from Brecon, which was not far from our new house. I felt very comfortable in his presence.
The conversation eventually got around to talking about the resort and, of course, my second favourite thing: shopping and how expensive items in the shops were in the area. Dave joked that he had spent a fortune and mentioned that one shop we had visited had some very sexy clothing for sale. He also revealed I had just bought a sexy top and mentioned the dress I fancied. I joked that Dave was too stingy to buy it for me.

Describing the dress, the dialogue was getting quite flirty. Dave then justified himself by saying how sexy I looked in the top and how he couldn't wait to see me in it again. Greg followed up, asking if it was really that provocative. Sort of knowing where the conversation was going, I pulled it out of the bag to show him. Dave quickly proposed I try it on to see what Greg thought about it and said he was sure he would want to see me in it. Greg was full of enthusiasm and suggested I could use the saloon below the deck to try it on if I wanted. The mere thought that it I might get some admiring comments and arouse this guy sent the butterflies off as I pretended to reluctantly agree to their request.

Looking in the mirror in the saloon, I stripped off my tee shirt and gave my already hardened nipples a bit of a squeeze. The sensual feeling of the light mesh excited me as I pulled the top down over my breasts. I could tell that even with the slightest tug to the hemline at the back, my sensitive nipples would pop into view. I played with the top so that the light mesh just showed my lower curves and hoped it would stay that way, if only to tease them both for a while.

My adrenaline was pumping as I climbed back up the steps to the sundeck. Dave was smiling like the cat who just got the cream and Greg was all eyes. Dave whipped out his phone to take a shot. After several glamor-like shots, Dave suggested I pose with my hands holding the canopy frame above and I knew Greg was angling for something more as well. Given this opportunity to show off more, who was I to argue? Greg was fairly good-looking with an athletic body so I sort of fancied him and went ahead and posed in several positions with a sexy pout. Yes, as you can imagine, the top rose up to completely expose my jutting nipples for their pleasure and go towards satisfying my insatiable emotional needs. I felt so turned on watching their reactions. Memories of the previous night's
conversation were flitting through my mind as I posed provocatively for them. I wondered if Greg would be the one I would encourage some touching with in front of my loving husband. Greg then asked if he could possibly take some shots as well as it had really made his day and wanted something to remember it by.

Following the 'photo shoot' I returned to sit opposite Greg and sat with one foot on the seat with my knee raised and at right angles to my other leg, offering unobstructed views of my inner thighs. Although I was sitting in such a provocative way, Greg couldn't actually see my pussy, but I could see his eyes openly drifting between my legs which stirred me immensely. We all knew how much excitement my exposure was causing. The mood was totally erotic and I felt a lot more confident, especially as Greg's arousal was evident and he wasn't taking any steps to conceal it.

A couple more beers and not having eaten had left us a bit woozy so we decided to move on to get some lunch. Greg offered to knock something up for us but we declined. As we got up to leave, Dave suggested Greg take a picture of us standing together on the fly bridge.

Standing behind me, Dave wasted no time lifting my top exposing both my complete breasts to him for the shot. Then Dave suggested he take a picture of me with Greg standing behind me as well. Greg eagerly moved to stand behind me and holding me close, did nothing to disguise his erection. I must admit I was enjoying his embrace, especially the feeling of his hard-on pressed into my back.
I desperately wanted his hands to cup and fondle my breasts and was not disappointed when I could feel his thumbs tentatively rub against the lower curves of my breasts leaving me breathless with the anticipation that he might. To reassure him that it would be okay, I placed my hands over his inviting them to touch me. I have had my tits felt up on many occasions but this felt completely different. Encouraging a virtual stranger to feel me up directly in front of my husband for his titillation was something else. As his hands began to softly knead my breasts, my knees almost buckled. I was really turned on, but still unsure as to how far to take my provocative behaviour, I laughed and said that that was enough and moved away.

We told Greg we really had to go and I picked up my tee shirt to change back. Dave said that I looked great in the mesh top and suggested I go as I was. Greg commented also that it would be fine, as many women wore skimpy clothes coming from the beach. It didn't look quite right with my shorts, but hey, this was Banus and we were in a horny mood, so I agreed.

We said our goodbyes to Greg, who I was certain had expected a little more, and continued our stroll along the quayside. I began to be aware that as I walked, my jiggling breasts seemed to make the top rise and fall and I was totally conscious of how much I was showing. Occasionally, I needed to pull the front down so as not to embarrass anyone who may have been offended but happily allowed it to ride back up for Dave's pleasure. It was then that I noticed we had attracted a voyeur!

The guy had been walking towards us and had obviously seen the lower curves of my breasts jiggling under my top. After the guy walked past us, he then changed direction to walk some way in front of us before turning back and slowly walking towards us. I pretended not to notice and thought. 'Why not have some fun?'

Feeling quite mischievous, I raised my arm and pointed up to a nearby building, knowing it would expose my total breast though the fine mesh for his appreciation. Quickly looking back at him, I found his eyes were lecherously glued to my chest. This sent another quake through my already aroused body. When I caught his gaze, still feeling very mischievous, I cupped the underside of my boobs for him. I bet he didn't see that coming. He smiled sheepishly and continued past us. Little did he realize; I was flashing him to please my husband and I hoped it gave him something to wank over later.

Passing a few cafés, we found a place with tables right on the edge of the marina wall and opted for one of these. Then we ordered a jug of sangria and some baguettes. Chatting about the morning's activities, the many 'what ifs' really kept the pot stirred. Dave asked whether I would have taken things further with Greg as he had clearly showed interest. I replied that after he brushed his chest across my breasts, I felt sure he would be up for a bit of teasing. We recalled some of our previous situations when I had eyed other men and shown them the goods. Yes, there had been some mild touching and fondling. I was determined to keep Dave in the permanently aroused state I had inspired earlier, so teased that I often fantasised about other men while I masturbated.

We discussed the way we felt when Greg cupped my breasts for one photo, the fantasies we'd spoken of, how they had really sent me over the edge the previous night. Dave asked if I wanted them to be more than just fantasies and I admitted that I had given it quite a lot of thought as well. I laughed, saying I was sure Greg would have been up for it, given half the chance. I knew he'd been interested when I could see the outline of his cock harden while I posed holding the roof frame.

Dave wanted to know if I really would have fucked Greg had he made a move. I knew he was really excited at the thought of watching another man take me. In my mind the answer was a definite yes, and so just blurted out. "Well you encouraged me to try on my new top and flash my tits to him so yes, Dave, I would have fucked him. Why do you think I encouraged him to cup my boobs?" I wanted to see his reaction and added "Can't you see how hard my nipples are just thinking about it?" The conversation was really getting me going. The discussion returned to the dress and how hot Dave said I looked in it. He said he wanted me to have it and proposed we head back to the shop to buy it.

The walk back was so arousing. Dave loved the way the lower curves of my tits could be seen through the light blue mesh for anyone who wanted to see. By resting his hand on the small of my back he could control how much I was showing with the slightest tug. I loved it. Many didn't notice or were simply too shy to acknowledge our antics, but the ones that did appreciate my exposure were rewarded with a knowing nod.

As we approached the shop in this advanced state of arousal, Dave suggested that I try the dress on again to make sure he would like it. As if I needed to! This time, the shop was fairly busy and I had to wait for a cubicle to try it on in, but the wait was excruciatingly arousing.

The effects of our earlier sangrias were making me feel very daring. I wanted to give both my husband and myself a bit of a thrill, so I purposely didn't close the curtain fully. I would be almost naked and visible by mirror to him and anyone else in the busy shop who wanted to spy on me.

I stripped then wiggled the dress up around me and zipped it up. The dress fit perfectly and the dip to my cleavage seemed lower than I remembered. I loved how revealing it was. The possibilities for accidental exposure were enormous. This was one very sexy dress and I couldn't wait to step out into the shop and give Dave a little twirl. I asked for his true opinion, posing one way then the other, then demonstrated how the zipper kept slipping down when I breathed in deeply, expanding my chest so my boobs spilled out. Really wanting to impress him, I slid the lower zip up to reveal my g-string to him and asked him if it would turn him on to see other men catch a glimpse of my crotch. He instantly decided to buy it for me. Secretly, I always knew he would.

I changed back to my new top and shorts as Dave paid for my new dress. The sales assistant commented that she had already bought one and jokingly hoped we didn't end up in the same club at the same time.

My heart was thumping on our short walk back to the hotel. We were both in a heightened state of arousal. I didn't bother to adjust my top, opting to just let it ride up or down as my tits bounced freely. My nipples became exposed seemingly as they pleased and Dave told me he could feel his pants were wet. His cock was oozing so much precum that he hoped it didn't show.

Arriving back at the room, I led Dave out to the balcony to the loungers. I sat opposite him with my legs in the same position as the one that I had sat in front of Greg with. Then I pulled the ragged denim covering my crotch to one side, showing him my wet pussy and asked him if he thought I should have posed like that for Greg. He replied that he wished I had and asked what else I would have done. I spread my legs wide. Then saying "Perhaps...this," I moved my finger to slowly caress the folds of my exposed vagina and provocatively asked him if he would have liked to watch me do this in front of Greg.

I asked Dave to take care of my pussy. While he teased me and licked me, I described a fantasy of Greg fucking me. What it would feel like to experience the sensation of his hard cock slipping inside me slowly until he brought me to the brink. Then, wanting to taste the copious amounts of precum coating his hardness, I returned the pleasure and knelt in front of him taking his throbbing cock between my lips. Mouthing him, I elaborated on how I would take Greg's cock in my mouth. He came, almost too quickly, shooting hot streams of tasty cum over my face and into my waiting mouth. I had hoped he would have lasted longer but considering the build-up I had given him I wasn't really surprised. I stripped off my clothes and moved back to the lounger. I desperately wanted Dave to take his time and pleasure me more. He lapped away at my pussy, knowing every special spot and when the tip of his tongue wiggled deep inside me, I came on the spot. It was like a thousand butterflies rushed through me at once to give me one of the longest climaxes ever.

After I had my breath back, I cleaned up and we decided to have a coffee on the balcony. We chilled, naked, for a couple of hours as we caught the last of the afternoon sun. Dave promised to make tonight the best night ever for me. Maybe another trip to the strip club or whatever took my fancy. As always, his provocative suggestions excited me and I looked forward to what I knew would be a truly erotically charged evening. I knew that whatever we got up to would end up with a sensational night of sex when we got back to our room.

Feeling the late afternoon sun on my naked body I flicked through the photos and videos we had taken over the last two days. I could not resist the urge to caress my vagina as I reflected on the stimulating experiences. I wondered, smiling, if anyone had seen us earlier and were still watching. God, I had been on such a high all day and still was. Then I dozed off recalling the memory of Greg feeling my tits on the boat and imagining what it would be like to physically touch his cock.

Feeling really excited about the prospects while getting ready to shower, Dave remarked that I was showing some signs of stubble and that I might like a shave. Actually, he just wanted to shave me. I laid across the towel he had placed on the bed. His fingers felt so gentle as he lathered me up. Then carefully taking the razor he sc****d away all the foam around my pubis. Taking immense care around my slit to ensure my pussy was as smooth as a baby's bum. Fuck me. That always feels so sexy.

After showering, I really took my time fixing my hair and makeup before slipping on my new dress. Bending down to put on my five-inch stilettos, Dave flattered me with comments on how desirable I looked. He was sure that every man who set eyes on me tonight would want to fuck me. Yes, I did feel so sexy in this dress and played with the zippers while I teased him, asking if he really wanted me to show off my tits to strange men. He responded by lowering the zipper to my navel saying that 'right there' would be perfect. Then he raised the lower zip to show my g-string and suggested it would be super sexy if I went commando. To be honest, the thought had crossed my mind earlier, so I didn't need much encouragement to remove it for him. After removing the skimpy underwear, I adjusted the zipper about three inches lower than my crotch, which seemed to make him happy. I picked up my purse and we were ready to go and promised him that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as often as possible whenever it was appropriate.

Feeling the fresh air circulate around my freshly shaved pussy on our walk to the restaurant was both stimulating and exciting. It also inspired some really pleasurable tingles and I promised myself that I would make it a night to remember for both of us.

We arrived at the restaurant that Dave had booked earlier. My zipper slipped down just enough to show off a nice bit of cleavage. Feeling quite relaxed, I sat with my back to most of the diners, apart from the two tables to either side of us. As we were waiting for the menus I noticed that the table cloth was d****d quite low and had spectacularly naughty thought. I asked Dave if it would excite him if I sat through the meal with my pussy totally uncovered. He did not need to be asked twice and immediately dared me to do it. Pulling the lower zipper upwards I even parted my legs to fully enjoy the experience. By this time, I knew my juices were beginning to flow and I felt so deliciously vulnerable, even though it was not publicly obvious. The sensation of sitting there with my crotch fully exposed under the table with so many people around made me tremendously horny and knew it would lead to hot and wild sex later.

An older gentleman, sitting diagonally opposite from us, cautiously watched me throughout the evening. He tried to hide his interest from his wife who was completely oblivious to my actions. When she wasn't looking, I shot him a bright smile and a wink

The wine flowed and dinner was perfect. We recalled the sexy shenanigans of the day so far: my previous night's libertine behaviour, who had seen me, and their reactions. Already on a sexual high, the conversation soon got around to the fantasies that had sent us over the edge. Elaborating on these possible outcomes was so stimulating. As the wine took effect, I began to feel more adventurous and I deftly lowered my zip, then peeled the bodice away to provocatively reveal my complete tit for a few moments to keep my husband in his elevated state.

We had already noticed I was getting some favourable glances from our waiter who paid special attention to us during our meal. I loved it when he always stood where he could get the best glimpse of my cleavage. All this attention was having a sensational effect on me.
Dave felt we should encourage his attention and suggested I slip my zipper an inch or so lower each time he approached, so by the time he arrived to clear away after our second course, my upper zipper was already well below my nipples. I was also attracting more attention from the older gentleman whom I graced with another deliberate smile. I'm sure my mischievous behaviour were a welcome distraction for him.

When Dave told me the waiter was approaching with the coffees, I was really ready to give Dave the show I had promised. I mischievously lowered the zipper to my navel and hunched my back, causing the leather to peel away and show them both how excited my left nipple was. Catching the waiter's eye, I deliberately looked down to see how much was showing, then smiled at him to confirm I was more than happy for him to take in my exposure. I was delighted when he smiled approvingly and inquired as to whether we would like a complimentary liquor with our coffees. Little did he know when he returned with the drinks, my zippers would be only a couple of inches apart now, which stirred me enormously.

The time came to pay the bill and move on, so I prepared to adjust my zippers as there were some family groups present. With my belly swirling with arousal I waited for the waiter to attend. As Dave settled the bill, I dared to push the d****d table cloth away to offer our waiter a momentary glimpse of the way I had been sitting. From where he was standing and looking down he couldn't actually see my pussy, but he could see I was making it obvious that I had been sitting with my sex exposed. I couldn't believe the thrill I got as his eyes dropped to my lap. Especially when he commented "I'm sure you are going to have a great evening."

With my zippers modestly adjusted, we were ready to leave. As we got up, I received a smile and a knowing wink from the old gent. We could also see the waiter chatting to his colleagues and looking in our direction. I'll never know what he said but I had a good idea what it was about.

We decided on a stroll along the back street passing the many vibrant bars and private clubs catering to tourists with certain lifestyles. We were approached by a bar promoter, who offered us a voucher for a 'first drink free for the lady' just to get us in. The establishment, with a large neon sign depicting a Jessica Rabbit type character over the door, looked inviting so we decided to give it a go.
It was Dave's idea that I go in first and order my drink then he would follow a few minutes later. We'd pretend we didn't know each other and he'd chat me up. That idea really excited me. Then he planted a deep, loving kiss on my lips and slyly pulled my zipper down below the curves of my boobs, knowing the exposure would attract some attention.

It took my eyes a bit of time to adjust to the dim lighting inside. I could see that behind the small circular bar was a raised roped off VIP area. The saloon was quite intimate, with low-level seating and some cosy-looking booths along one of the walls. The bar was quite busy, considering how early it was, and I was surprised at how many of the ladies were also dressed so skimpily. The thought crossed my mind that they were possibly escorts, and, thinking about the way I was dressed, they probably thought the same about me.

Sitting bravely at the bar, it didn't take long to get the bartender's attention. As he was serving me, I was approached by a confident twentyish guy who offered to buy me a drink. He was about ten years younger than me which really boosted my confidence. I told him I was waiting for my boyfriend who would be here any second. Dave then entered the club and seeing me in conversation with the guy walked to the opposite side of the bar and took his phone out.

A few moments later I heard the familiar alert on my phone and took it out of my purse to read 'Sorry darling- running l8 n won't b with u 4 15 mins xxx'

I pretended to be concerned and looked at my watch. The guy asked if everything was okay. So I showed him the text. With a grin from ear to ear, he said it would be his pleasure to keep me company until my boyfriend arrived if I wanted. I was very flattered that I had attracted the attention of this guy and gratefully accepted his offer of company. He had unknowingly involved himself in our little game.
I was now at the bar facing a guy who couldn't see my husband but my husband could see me. Within a couple of minutes, he was flattering me with nice comments on how lovely I looked and how sexy my dress was. I lied that I had bought it to wear as a present for my boyfriend's birthday. I told him we were celebrating tonight, and hoped he would like it as he hadn't seen it yet.

Over the guy's shoulder, I watched Dave's reaction. He was watching me intently, and with a grin on his face he picked up his phone and started to text again. My phone pinged, and on checking the text it simply read 'I dare you!!!! xxx' Quickly swiping it closed, I glanced over to Dave who was now chatting with the barman but looking in my direction and obviously waiting to see how far I'd go. I was having such a good time and hadn't really needed Dave's encouragement, but his reassurance certainly stimulated me.

Remembering my earlier promise that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as much as possible to complete strangers, I thought to myself 'OK Dave, you wanted it....' I then rested my elbow on the bar, to encourage more of my fleshy mound to accidentally escape for the guy's appreciation.

As we chatted the guy kept glancing down and looking at my chest trying not to make it too obvious, but obvious enough to let me know he was enjoying the view. God, I felt myself trembling with arousal. The thought that I wanted to deliberately reveal myself to this guy now in this intimate one to one situation set my blood racing. As our conversation continued, I became more animated, exposing more of myself until half my boob was showing. I hoped it wouldn't be long before my excited nipple would slip into view as well.

Resting my left arm on the bar during our increasingly flirty conversation, my top zipper was slipping unaided to reveal even more flesh. I shifted closer, luring my new friend's eyes to blatantly absorb what I desperately wanted to show. The ever-increasing fluttering inside me was undeniably wonderful. I really wanted him to be able to see my complete breast, so I stretched across the bar to pick up a cocktail menu hoping for the inevitable. Then, I pretended not to notice when my hardened left nipple had popped into view.

I loved the attention, so pretending not to notice, I let it stay exposed while I focused my attention on the menu. This gave him ample opportunity to enjoy a good view of my provocatively exposed boob. After perusing the menu, I made a show of looking down and feigning embarrassment at my exposure and motioned to cover myself up but he suggested that I not, as he was really enjoying the view. When he said that, mmm, that was so deliciously hot!

Fuck me, I felt so wicked brazenly exposing myself like that! I asked him if he thought my dress would make a good birthday present. He replied if my boyfriend was anything like him, he would definitely love it. He went on to say my boyfriend was a really lucky to have found someone so uninhibited, asking also if I always went clubbing in such sexy dresses. Then continued to flatter me, saying that I was amazingly hot and that my boyfriend was such a lucky bastard. He just hoped he would be longer than he'd said in his text.

Now, feeling really daring I elevated myself to sit on a bar stool and casually lifted my right foot to rest on the footrest. This allowed my skirt to fall away exposing a lot of thigh causing his eyes to flash to my legs. The butterflies were fluttering again as I looked down at them and quipped "You don't think it's too short, do you?"

With that, I saw my husband rise from his seat and walk towards us. Not adjusting my exposure, I told the guy my boyfriend just walked in and was coming over and deliberately arched my back so more of my boobs were visible. I knew how much it would excite my husband to see me engaging with a stranger in this way.

As he approached, I rose and embraced him then sat back on the stool. By this time, my zipper had slipped almost as far as my navel. Before Dave had a chance to say anything and to keep to my charade, I asked Dave what he thought of the dress I had bought to celebrate his birthday. He immediately caught on and said he loved it, especially the way I wore it and asked the guy what he thought.
The poor guy was totally at a loss for words momentarily before agreeing with Dave and offering to buy us drinks.

Here I was, sitting in a bar with my zipper down to my navel and teasing a stranger with my husband standing next to me. With my left tit having already slipped out of the soft leather bodice. The atmosphere was electric. 'Fuck' I cursed inwardly, realizing that the inhibitions I had earlier were virtually gone. I was up for almost anything Dave wanted me to do.

We accepted his offer of another drink and Dave came clean, telling the guy that we were playing out a little game. One where Mandy, and he cut his eyes at me, would sit provocatively in a bar and wait for him to follow a couple of minutes later and chat me up. But when he came in, he could see a guy had approached me first and was engaged in conversation. He'd wanted to give me space to see what would happen. Dave hoped he hadn't minded us taking advantage of the situation and involving him. The guy laughed and said it was a pity you didn't say you would been half an hour late as he was really enjoying my company so much. Then he asked Dave if he had been there all the time.

It was then that Dave decided to push the boundaries. Leaning in conspiratorially, he told the guy, "If past experience is anything to go by, I bet she's not even wearing any underwear." Then he excused himself to go to the men's room. When he hinted that I was completely naked under the dress, I blushed deeply as a sexy rumble shot through me. I laughed though, and said it was my secret and I wasn't telling.

Being given the opportunity to continue speaking to me alone, the conversation became even more intense. The guy hinted as to whether I played around. I told him that no, I was sorry, but as much as I had thought about it, I hadn't let it happen yet. I must admit, though, hearing this guy's virtual hitting on me sent another bolt though my already aroused state.

Encouraged by his flattery and wanting his interest to continue, I divulged that I often go out on my own. "I love wearing revealing clothes and letting strangers ogle me in supermarkets and fuel stations and places like that." I added, "My boyfriend gets really turned on when I recall the actual details of how I encourage strangers to notice my boobs, especially when they manage to see my prominent nipples, and how stimulated it gets me." I continued to tell him that my boyfriend always loves sneaking a look at other women's tits as well, but truly loves seeing men ogle mine in revealing clothes.

The flirting continued until Dave came back and the conversation returned to my dress. Dave boasted that when I wear clothes that attract the attention of others it always leads to a long night of hot sex. The guy remarked to Dave on how lucky he was, and Dave kept the conversation titillating by relating my antics of the previous night. The conversation flow excited me more than ever giving us the opportunity to play out another fantasy.

We eventually decided it was time to move on to someplace else as the drink prices there were quite expensive. The guy had played along brilliantly and not been too pushy. We enjoyed his company immensely. I was sure Dave wanted me to show more, so with an impish smile I allowed my dress to ride up as I slid off the stool, allowing the guy's inquisitive eyes to momentarily take in my fully exposed pussy. I could see Dave was really enjoying this, and wanted me to show even more, but at that time I wasn't ready for that. I would need a few more drinks first.

We walked along the street and Dave drew me into a dark little alcove where we could indulge in some intimate kissing. He reached through my parted zipper and stroked my pubic mound with the back of his fingers. I moaned as he asked me if I would have let the guy do this to me. I went weak at the knees just thinking about it.

In his quest to keep us both fully aroused for the entire evening, he bent down in front of me and adjusted my lower zip to almost uncover my crotch. Then taking both my hands drew me away from the alcove denying me my ability to re-adjust it. With my top zipper already undone to my navel, my adrenaline spiked. And as I wasn't actually showing anything, I was more than happy to comply.

We moved on and found ourselves instinctively drawn towards the jetty where Greg's boat was moored. Guessing I knew where this was leading, I prompted Dave to tell me if he had intended to end up there all along. I was still quite excited but a little apprehensive and wondered how far we would take these shenanigans. I even demurred, saying he may not even be there. Dave dismissed my fears, "Let's just play it by ear and have a bit of fun, and maybe we can make tonight special for you if you like." As our erotic conversation continued, I was mega turned on and keen to know how far Dave wanted to pursue this fantasy.

Ramping up his enthusiasm, I teased, "So what do you mean by that? You obviously want me to show him the goods, would you like to see me touching myself in front of him as well?" Pushing further, I continued talking dirty. "If he's there, do you want to see him touch me again and me to touch him for you Dave? Do you want me to try and seduce him? And how far would you want me to go? Come on, Dave, I want to hear you say everything you said when we were fucking last night. Do you really want me to let him fuck me? You know I would let him, don't you?"

He confessed that he had been thinking about it all day and couldn't wait to see if I'd go through with it, but said it would be totally my decision. The conversation continued in the same vein as we sauntered along the quayside, his salacious words sending quivers of anxious excitement through my core.

As we approached the jetty, fate played its hand and we heard Greg's voice calling out from another boat as we walked by. Dave squeezed my hand and asked if I was nervous.

a****l lust was beginning to overcome me but I needed serious confirmation that Dave wouldn't get jealous. Would he be happy seeing me touched and maybe fucked by Greg? How would he feel? Was he sure? Placing his hand in his pocket, Dave subtly handed me a condom which he said he had picked up earlier, he said, "You know, just in case." And winked. My heart took a mighty leap and I was so excited I was shaking.

Greg's eyes widened as he immediately took in the way I was wearing this sexy dress. He said he was just having a drink with a colleague when he saw us approach and wondered if we'd like to join him on his boat for another drink. Given my state of arousal it was obvious what we had hoped for and happily agreed.

Arriving at his boat, he immediately made us comfortable and took no time in leading us to the sun deck. It was bathed in a subdued sort of blue light and asked us what we would like to drink. He added that the boat had a well-stocked bar with plenty of bubbly, if we fancied a bottle of that. It seemed the right drink for the occasion so we settled for that and I sat next to my husband on the wide lounger. I made sure I was opposite Greg, knowing full well that if I parted my legs, he could easily see my bare vagina. As we sat there sipping the champagne the conversation became increasingly flirty and the bubbly flowed freely.

I blushed as Greg's compliments about how lovely I looked swirled around me, and about how hot I looked in the dress. As the provocative dialogue got hotter, Dave slipped his arm around my shoulder then tentatively slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder. Then proceeded to slowly edge the strap lower down my arm until my breast was completely exposed. He asked Greg if he thought my breasts were nice. I could see the outline of Greg's cock swelling in his shorts as he replied that he was imagining them when he first spoke to us. He had really enjoyed the opportunity to see and fondle them earlier.

By now, Greg obviously realised that sex was on offer and that we wanted him to have his way with me in my husband's presence. This was it. With bated breath and my eyes fixed firmly on Greg's, I provocatively eased my knees apart and told him he was pretty hot as well. And hoped he didn't mind Dave watching the action, as it was something we had both fantasised about. Greg replied that he sort of guessed that and was completely up for it.

In no time, my dress was down around my waist. Greg moved towards me to encompass my boobs with his strong hands, feeling how soft and natural they were. He moved to kiss one, then the other, which made me gasp with pleasure. Kneeling in front of me, he fully unzipped me. As his mouth sucked hungrily on my nipples, he peeled the dress off my anxious body. I was totally naked, apart from my stilettos, in front of our new friend on the sundeck and loving it. Pulling upwards, he kissed my neck, making me moan with pleasure.
My hand went straight to feel his erection and massaged it through his shorts

Greg suggested we better move to the main salon before we got arrested. By now, my mind was racing as I knew where this was going. I was very nervous, but also very, very aroused. However, I needed to know Dave was still okay with it, and asked him if he was sure. The smirk on his face told me enough.

Seeing Dave's encouraging look of lust, I started talking dirty as I undid the buttons on Greg's shorts. This allowed me the joy of feeling the heat of his cock in my hand. I needed it inside me. I needed to be filled so badly now.
Turning my attention back to a grinning Dave, who was already sporting a serious hard-on, I asked, "What do you want me to do Dave? Suck another man's cock for you to see?"

Oh, my God, I really wanted to take Greg's cock in my mouth it but also wanted to follow my loving husband's desires. This was as much for him as it was for me.

Without hesitation he replied, "Yes, babe, let me see you suck his cock."

Releasing Greg's cock, the beautiful tip was already dripping with precum. I bent forward and pressed my lips to the swollen, purplish head, getting a hint of his salty-sweet taste. Glancing at Dave, I parted my lips and let my tongue swirl out over Greg's smooth hot flesh, before pulling back and asking my husband, "Does this turn you on, my love? Is this what you wanted me to do, Dave?"

Leaning back a little, I opened my legs wide and pleasured myself for Greg before he reached for me, running his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer. I took more of his erection and totally enveloped it with my mouth. The pleasure I was getting from sucking another man's cock in front of my loving husband was amazing.

Dave growled out something low and primal, which only made me suck on Greg harder. I was intensely aroused by his responses to my slutty performance. After all, that's what we both wanted. I pushed deeper onto Greg's hard cock, taking it all in and feeling it nudge into my throat. I then withdrew again, whispering suggestively "Or do you want to see him fuck me? Do you want to see him fuck me hard?"

Hearing this, Greg rose, pulling his cock from my mouth before lifting me to stand next to him. Reaching down, he probed at my swollen cleft so he could feel the sticky wetness between my legs. I clung to him instinctively as little mewls of pleasure escaped my lips, making Dave groan in response. Greg eventually moved me to sit on the luxurious sheepskin throw lying over the seats. Then kneeling in front of me he lapped at my sopping vagina. All the time, my eyes were firmly fixed on my husband, who I knew was getting as much pleasure out of this encounter as I was. When the tip of Greg's tongue finally teased my little bud, I spasmed as if I was totally electrified.

I hadn't realized how much I'd love playing the hot, slutty wife. Panting with pleasure, I gasped, "Tell me Dave. What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say it. Come on, Dave, say you want to see me being fucked. Fucked by Greg. Say you want to watch his hard cock pleasuring me."

He replied with so much lust in his eyes. "Yes Mandy. I want to see Greg fuck you. I want to see his shaft plunging in and out of you, I want to see the look of ecstasy on your face as you get the mind-blowing orgasm you crave. You know how much I want to see him inside you...."

The excitement and lust of my husband's words were almost enough to bring me off at that point. Greg realized from my interactions with my husband that he was only participating to satisfy one of our ever-broadening fantasies. And he was more than happy to oblige us.

I had to push Greg away to stop my impending orgasm and could see his face was glistening with my juices. Apologetically, I reached for the condom, tearing the wrapper open before tucking the rolled ring of rubber over his cock's head. I then gripped his cock before pursing my lips tightly about his shaft and pushing the latex tube over his cock with one smooth bob. Groaning, he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy then gently slipped it just inside my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist encouraging him to bury his hard cock deep within me. He readily complied and the feeling of the pronounced hard rim of his helmet slowly and rhythmically pushing in and out just inside the mouth of my vagina was ecstatic. He withdrew and kissed me, letting our tongues tangle for a bit. Then he moved to smother my breasts with his warm palm, massaging my needy nipples and making me groan with pleasure.

He took delight in teasing me with just the head of his cock, popping my entrance open and shut with his substantial rim. This sent shivers of unending pleasure though my wanting body. My eyes again found my husband's, who was clearly enjoying the action as he caressed his erection through his trousers.

My a****listic appetite was growing more intense. I yelled out, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Greg!"
I was getting more needy and impatient by the minute and told him "I need you to fuck me hard, now‼" He began plunging into me. My knees pulled back, hugging into his ribs as he wrapped his arms beneath my shoulders and pounded into me, driving my air from my lungs in lust driven gasps.

Facing my husband I yelled "I'm going to cum! I'm going to...ah...oh, oh, fuck! Yes‼ I'm going to...I'm-I'm...." Sensing my impending climax, Greg buried his hardness deep into me with one long thrust. Driving me wild and continued to pump me, faster and deeper into this almighty release. I felt myself rippling clenches along his furiously pumping cock as he fucked me through my raging climax. I tore my eyes away from Dave, to look at Greg whose face was starting to contort as he grunted with pleasure and began to spurt. I was fascinated, watching him cum, feeling his hot jets inside me. I loved the feeling of his cock pulsating deep in my wet pussy, but said nothing because I couldn't. My mouth remained a silent, rounded "O."

After our orgasms subsided and we had our breath back, Greg pulled from me, discarding the well-filled condom. We slowly got dressed, with a few kisses and lingering caresses. Greg told us that as soon as he met us that afternoon, he guessed I'd be a hot fuck and fantasised about fucking me. He said he had been very disappointed when we left. He then thanked us for returning and an amazing night, inviting us to come back anytime.

I felt as though I needed to freshen up for our walk back to the hotel but Dave asked me not to. He wanted me walk to back with that 'just been fucked' look and unzipped my skirt to reveal my freshly fucked vagina. He slyly suggested I could use my purse if I needed to hide myself. God, I was still on such a high, I would have walked naked had he asked. We said our goodbyes to Greg and thanked each other for the intimacy and started the walk back towards the hotel.

On the way back we indulged in some long, deeply appreciative kisses and Dave told me how awesome the experience had been. His hands roamed as he growled in my ear that he couldn't wait to have me. Our evening had been truly amazing so far but we didn't want it to end there. I knew it wouldn't be too long before I would feel his eager cock thrusting inside me. This time, though, it would be a long, slow, love making session rather than just satisfying our carnal cravings.

Our stroll back to the hotel was quite memorable. The thought of allowing my shaved mound to be inadvertently seen kept my insatiable pot stirred. Feeling the cool evening air chilling the juices still seeping from my pussy was amazingly erotic, and I thought to myself that 'I'll have to do this more often.' And yes, from a distance, several people noticed how much I was revealing, each time
triggering another little pulse of pleasure inside me.

As we arrived at the foyer, I readjusted my lower zipper appropriately until we got inside the lift. Once inside Dave stood back from me and raised my lower zipper so he could fully appreciate for himself the way I had been walking at his side and said I looked so fuckable.
Then devilishly, stripped me totally for our walk along the corridor to our room.

Once in the room we were so horny from our earlier antics we were all over each other like a rash. Kissing, fondling, and grinding into each other. Dave led me to the front of our balcony facing the apartments opposite and stood behind me kissing my neck and cupping my aching breasts for anyone who wanted to watch us. Then he pushed his ravenous cock into me with one slick movement of my slippery pussy. It only took a few thrusts before he pumped his first hot stream inside me. Bringing us to lay on the loungers we continued to make love under the stars for most of the night, reaffirming our love.