Forth port of call....around the world tour.

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Third port of call....around the world tour.

When last we saw our slutty heroine she was about to wrap her healing lips around the young boys, nearly spent libido, bringing him to new heights...

I p-l-unged my face down impaling his cock to the back of my throat in one motion...he kind of folded up a little in my mouth...it felt great to take charge of his cock that way...I pulled up and then noticed the taste of latex and something else entirely unpleasant...spermicide I think...

Note to self: flavored condoms next time...

I grabbed the shirt tail of his wife beater and wrapped his stiffened cock in it and toweled off it as best I could...I could still taste it but it was better...a few slurpy mouth thrusts later I managed to drool enough to wash the spermacide off and get a nice dose of warm, slightly salty cock taste...

A shame I couldn't taste myself on it too..I always like that when I have hubby pull out and I lick it all clean...but wait? I smell a little pussy on him...

Note to self: warn him to shower me off his balls before his girlfriend gets home...

On the other hand I lavished a lot of attention on his balls to clean them pretty well and yep, that's definitely me...must have dribbed and drippled down his shaft...I WAS pretty well wet...getting there again giving head....(or he didn't wash after fucking his girlfriend but that's just gross to think about so we shan't think about that then.)

Note to self: Look up why giving head would possibly cause that reaction way down there?

So up and down up and down....a nice FIRM shaft again..clearly ready again...almost forgot the point and took this too far...although I thought I wonder how long before I could have him firm again if I did take a mouthful....balls tightening...better stop...so I did.

Youth has its advantages...I had thought him about late 20's early 30's he is 23, come to find out! (Gawp!) Seems wrong on a lot of levels.

I roll on a new condom and tell him to trade me places again...I scootch to the edge of the seat and present myself with my knees held high, lost the shoes at some point and see a small run starting (damn) where I snagged my stocking foot on something....

I guide the tip of his cock to my little pink rosebud...and....

Put of telling you of butt-fuckery until tommorow, or if you are really good, tonight,

Second port of call....around the world tour.

Like I said, next event in the triathlon was plain old fucking in a missionary position albeit a slightly modified one.

Condom on (always play safe , kids!), hs grasped his cock and fed it to my hungry cunt..it slipped right in and he began a-fuckin' in earnest. Seriously. He had kind of a look of concentration as he worked it in and out...he caught a nice rythem, and I was basically still buzzing along. I had in mind a whole scenario where I count of the orgasms like reps in a gym under the manaical eye of the evil Inga..but in the moment I just had them unremarked as the came and enjoyed them in a blissed out place...

We got interrupted a couple of times by cars coming toward the end there to turn around only one went past his truck and he managed to get his pants up each time...I rigged his belt so it held the pants up but left his fly open with his cock and balls hanging out in what otherwise would have looked ridiculous, but here was sort of hot.

The blonde tennis star finished at some point and crossed over the parking lot at an angle not really close to us, but it was hot to watch her walk by even in the distance and wonder if she noticed what we were up to..not many cars and parked out of the way like that it would be obvious if she thought about it at all...

All at once I realized that unlike actual sex-toys this one had a finite capacity, and he was close...

"Wait!" I protested..."I'm not through with that!"

That was the wrong thing to say as it pushed him over the edge into goofy-face mode.

He apologized something about trying to last longer...I explained no, it was fine..I got off several times. That brightened his outlook and caused a noticeable twitch in his flagging unit. I squeegeed off his cock into the condom and grabbed a blue rough papertowel from a roll in his backseat and wrapped him up a little present..."Make sure you get rid of that before your girlfriend unwraps it I teased..."

He had a guilty look on his face..I thought that was kind of hot. "Tell me about her.." I pushed...

He mumbled some things I pressed a bit....he described a vigorous, fairly vanilla sex life that happens on her terms when it happens. Hot in spurts and then cooling off periods is sort of how he described it.

"You fuck her with your fuck step?"

"God, no..She hates my Bronco ..too dirty" he recanted a little..."She likes to go out like on a picnic in it, but sex is on a clean blanket after I find a clean place to lay it down."

"Not into dirty sex?"

"Not really.."

"Well if I had known that I would have offered you my ass instead!"

(I had been planning in my imagination to do that anyway in my image of ridding him cowgirl in a pickup and switching holes mid fuck at least that's how I pictured it...teenager again game for anything, hedonist)

"Really????"

His flag wasn't flagging as much, it rolled a little as it rebounded a little...

"Sure, you could have bent me over the seat, or look I have been liking this position for anal...." As I leaned back pulling my knees up exposing my ass to him.."you think you can reach it from there?"

He was at least half mast, but anal I have discovered the hard way is not so good if it isn't the HARD way..a semi-erect cock causes more friction for some reason and that just burns.

I decided he was young enough to go again, but needed a little encouragement..I hopped down from the truck and told him trade me places...He did.and I THOUGHT about really trading him places and using my little plastic phallus on his ass by way of demonstration but, well I didn't want to scare him off...

I grasped his cock and lowered my mouth to it.....

And put this aside for another teasing day of debriefing this debauchery.

Hot Tub...

Continuing to fill in the blanks of what i left out from Vegas...

Sunday we went down to the pool...he was pretty satisfied in a spent sort of way. I wanted to kind of continue the theme and make him wear a Speedo, but that seemed like pushing it...He wore board shorts, I wore my blue bikini.

He enjoyed the looks I got, and said something. Some outright some more subtle. No absolute stalkers, wasn't getting actually hit on. He expressed surprise at that. I explained that since I was obviously with him, who is going to be bold enough to hit on a married woman. He said that maybe he should disappear for a while. I explained then they would just figure he'd be back any minute...this whole line of talk was interesting and I told him so.

He persisted a little saying that if he was gone for a while and then went to the poolside bar by himself or I did, no one that came later would assume we were together...I agreed that would work, and couldn't quite get to asking, "So assuming someone hits on me, how far do you want me to take it?"

Partially because I know the answer, partly because I was afraid I might give something away. I dunno..I like the idea of maybe being kinky in some way with his approval, but I am having a lot of fun with having my little secrets.

So later we were on the way back down to the pool at sundown, he made some excuse about going back to the room leave his wallet. He seemed a little dissapointed to see me by myself onthe edge of the hot tub, and asked me about it. I said that single girls are waiting for someone, available girls pair up. Hmm he said...

"I'd be all over you if I was single, and you were by yourself..make you tell me you were waiting for someone."

"Alan, you are an accountant and a nerd, you were barely 'all over me' when we were dating..." He conceded I had a point..

"Hypothetically, if I was an average guy I'd try.."t

We giggled in the Hot-tub about reprising our exhibitionist play from Kellie & Eric's party. We decided with security and cameras and families sometimes coming through we'd end up arrested..

Talking about it made me pretty horny. I wriggled my ass against him and ended up eventually encouraging him to get a little hand-sy. I rode his fingers to a couple of nice orgasms. It wasn't as kinky as the last pool party but it was fun.

New Twist on "Strip" Club...

When hubby returned he had a huge smile on his face...He led me out to the parking lot like a kid with his prom date. (Which I kinda felt like, actually)

In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"

"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.

He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...

"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"

A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.

"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!

The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)

The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."

We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.

He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"

"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"

This earned him a laugh from me.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.

As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.

I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...

The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.

"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!

When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.

I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...

Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."

I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...

"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"

"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."

"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"

"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."

"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."

"I can tip well.."

No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.

He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.

I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.

"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"

"Just lucky I guess.."

"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"

He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."

"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.

She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."

She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)

I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."

He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...

I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.

She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...

"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."

To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."

She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"

I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.

Fireworks...

We were invited to a pool party on the fourth by some younger friends. They live in a nice but fairly inexpensive condo. The complex is located on kind of a rise and the opening of its U-shape faces towards the campus area. The plan was to partake of some adult beverages poolside and watch the fireworks over the city from there. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

The condo association has a clubhouse with a bar that they reserved. It sits next to the pool area. When you reserve the clubhouse, it is common and expected for the party to spill over into the pool area, but the pool area isn't subject to being set aside. This is not a huge deal, but probably more than half the units have been rented out to students by absentee landlords.

Students/alcohol/guests combination has resulted in predictable problems so now the unwritten rule is that the non-guests crowd into the farther end of the pool. The last time we went, it was not attractive. I recall elbowing hubby when he was ogling a coed that now that I think about it did have an amazing ass. (I was in reigning-him-in mode then, so I kinda hadda do it.) The low point was when someone actually threw up on the deck.

So, understandably, hubby was a bit ginger on his approach. When he got around to mentioning the party, it almost too late to decide. He finally said, "Eric and Kellie are having a party but I'm guessing that's a no?"

"A pool party?" I asked (as if that wasn't the very thing he remembered I would find distasteful).."That sounds like a great way to deal with this humidity.."

When he mentioned that it was that night (the third actually) I rushed around pulling things out of drawers trying to decide what to wear...

I have been trying to encourage hubby's pervy ideas without being obvious about it. I want to see how much he will push if I give him some lead. He tried to be casual about it, but it was obvious he was pretty excited thinking about it when he said, "The blue bikini looks great on you..." Like he was only suggesting it because of the color.

The fact that the legs are cut above my belly-button and the front scoops so low I have to have a VERY good shave. This is a no-landing-strip suit! The top actually does a decent job of holding in what it should, while looking like you are about to fall out. It is under wired and has some sort of spongy filler in these little pockets. Hubby likes it when I go without the pads because nipples are totally outlined in the stretchy fabric.

Anyway, I was confidant that I looked OK, maybe even hot in certain circles..but with college students as competition? I kind of wished I had covered up with a top and shorts or something so I could get the lay of the land before I did the grand strip (or hide!). Instead I had on an absolutely sheer "cover-up" (so-called) that covered nothing, but does camouflage a little with a faint tropical print. It is open down the front anyway, so basically it hides nothing.

The topper was the shoes. He pointed to a pair of strappy white sandals. Sounds reasonable, I know. But this particular pair has 3" heels! Uber-slut models by the pool. AAKK.
We got there about dusk..I was fidgeting the whole way there in the car.

Interestingly my fears were for naught as there must have been a kegger somewhere. There were less students than I have ever seen at Eric and Kellie's. There were (maybe 10-12?) couples and a handful of guys that were loosely invited by our friends. I think some were neighbors of theirs, I wasn't clear how it all came together. Everyone seemed to have some kind of work connection but it went like, Jane works with Mellisa's husband who is in a a league with Josh who invited a coworker...(well you get the idea..a collection of strangers)

A bit of drinking had occurred before we got there and a couple of girls were shrieking that whole "You better not throw me in" tease. They of course were summarily tossed in, one without a suit. Well not naked, just in a top and a skirt. A lovely light neutral shade of taupe. Which disappeared entirely when her lovely olive skin showed through..I let him ogle that..I was pretty impressed with her breastworks, myself.

About then, attracted by the giggles and shrieks I imagine, a couple of guys that apparently live there found reasons to walk past the pool. Repeatedly.

In my new, "encourage them all see what happens" mode, I made eye-contact with one and hoisted my beer subtly. His mouth actually gaped and he gave a feeble wave. He was back in short order with a slightly more confidant appearing wing man, who made a big production of taking off his shirt and flexing a bit as he eased into the hot-tub attached to the pool. They had brought their own, sort of. Looked like about an 18 pack of keystone light, but the way the box sagged, it probably was a couple of six-packs shy...

I then realized I had been watching all this, and that hubby had been watching me watch them..He had a bit of a glazed look in his eye..I decided to push it a little. There was already a couple in the hot tub that we sort of know...I said to hubby, "Lets go claim a spot in the hot-tub with Tabitha and Luis before the college kids take over!"

I maneuvered to where I was to hubby's left sandwiching him between me and the quite tipsy Tabitha. I decided to distract him a bit by 'accidentally' jostling him into Tabby's boobs. Repeatedly.

This I thought made it less obvious that I had arranged myself next to the shyer of the two college (I assume) boys. The 'studly' one was openly staring at my boobs..(well maybe Tabby's too.)

Hubby thought he was in heaven I am sure and that was BEFORE I started the through-the trunks hand-job, while maintaining both eye-contact and my end of an actual conversation with Luis. He almost gave the game away when I yanked the bow holding his short tied and freed his cock underwater...he recovered nicely though and seemed to know that he couldn't be trusted to talk. I gestured about something and made an excuse to look over to the boy on my right. Sort of odd that I kind of couldn't watch him watching because he was too close, you know? But I did meet his eye, still stroking with a firm grasp under the water and he HAD to know what I was doing...

In my feverish brain I pictured him reaching for my other hand and guiding it to his turgid member. But no, that didn't happen. I scooched his way a little. I was quite literally leading hubby by his cock. Pull hubby, move closer to my prey, pull hubby..it seemed I got away with it...Eventually I had the side of my thigh pressed up against the kid's. (That sounds just pervy)...I don't have whole lot of MILF/Cougar/young stud fantasies usually, but this just looked like a porno set and I was acting the part.

My leg was trembling a bit as I tried to hold it still..and ..what?..wait for him to make a move? wait for hubby to notice?

No footsie, no hand job, no snorkeling-for-cock-blowjob, no finger-fucking occurred. Even the jets didn't cooperate..They tickled, aroused, suggested, but never were in the right place to hit "THE SPOT" I was tempted at one point to face the edge and straddle a jet and hump it for all I was worth.

Wait there was some footsie. Sort of. I hooked my husbands ankle and pushed his foot over to rub Tabitha's leg...he recoiled, she seemed not to notice..(she had consumed another Mai Tai by then so she was past feeling no pain - or apparently feeling no frottage). In a weird way I actually was thinking it would be hot if hubby was feeling her up un-beknownst to me.

Luis at one point was sitting on the deck with an arm across Tabitha's shoulder and I decided he was either at least mildly aroused, or hung like a horse. I tried not to stare.

I appointed myself bar-maid having hopped up to get that last drink for Tabitha. Hubby was nursing his beer, and I changed it for a cold one. I drank a bit less of the Mike's Hard Lemonade than I let on. But played the tipsy ditz a little; bouncing my boobies in and out of the tub.

At some point, someone turned out all the outside lights, even the ones shining out of the clubhouse. We were waiting for fireworks. Some were went off from time to time and I missed each but the trailing streamers. (End of innings? Home run? Hit?).

Someone was showing off his iPhone4 and had some sort of answer on when we would expect fireworks. It seemed really dark around the pool because the underwater lights were on so you could see everyone in the pool and spa and nearby but the shadows faded to black quickly. By now I was keeping my hands to myself because every time the 20 minute timer killed the bubbles you could see everything in the water.

There is kind of a raised deck toward the "student end" of the pool that is high enough to give a better view over these privacy bushes. About 9ish when apparently a show was supposed to start it was suggested we go over there and we all sloshed over. There was a fair amount of jiggling and jostling. I counted 3 boobs and at least one swimsuit bulge besides my husbands and I wasn't TRYING to cop a feel..(really) In my delusional imagination, I kept waiting to be felt up.

It finally happened!

Well it was my spouse so I'm not sure it counts. Also I had been rubbing up against his completely rigid cock for sometime, and well, i was asking for it. He was being subtle about it though, and I sensed, rather than actually saw that the shy guy wait lets call him "the peeper" seems pervier. In the hot tub and as we gathered I sensed he stayed in a position where he could watch but just out of my range. I was standing in front of husband, and he was cupping my still damp suit...curiously it was mostly damp on my venus-mons-ish area..:)

I reached down, pulled the waistband out a bit and guided his hand down my pants. He stiffened..(well THAT was already stiff!) I mean he almost pulled free..I whispered.."No one is looking." (which I believed or at least hoped was untrue.)

His other hand was wrapped around me catching me on my ribs just above my belly...I placed his hand right on my right boob and squeezed his hand like I'm teaching a blind boy what to do with a boob. Sheesh! Finding the nipple wasn't hard because it was as erect as he was. He gave it a little squeeze when I practically chop-stick guided him there. I wanted to stretch the fabric down under and pop my whole breast free but he was already skittish...after a while he eased one hand off my chest and the other out of my pants and crossed them under my breasts...

Fuddy duddy! I thought. He seemed to look to the left and right like all casual then I felt him hook his thumbs into my waistband. He gently, slowly pulled up, a little more and a little more..He was giving me a DAMN WEDGIE!..It was hot! ~grin~ I could feel my entire ass hanging out, and the fabric 'wedging' into my slit was rubbing me just the right way...

Pulled up so it flossed my ass and deep v in the front almost reached my navel, I am sure it looked ridiculous, but I was a bristle with sensations. He pried the fabric out of my lips and over to the side. I was picturing 'the peeper' with night vision goggles drooling over in the corner. Except he wasn't in the corner he was rather close and conveniently was standing in the one place that the crowd didn;t hide what we were doing from all but the most immediate neighbors...Oh I was Hot....I couldn't even look at the peeper as I had been thinking about.

Hubby had no problem at all slipping a digit in then two...

"Fuck me!" I leaned back and whispered in his ear..

"I am" he said out loud, curling both fingers HARD into my g-spot...kind of lifting me onto the balls of my feet.

"NO..with this!" I hissed and grabbed his cock a little harder than I had intended. He held back the yelp though, and I let go of the cock through the fabric but held the fabric as I pulled the front of his shorts down behind me...

The slutty shoes helped with the awkward part, but not entirely he ducked..(or was forced down my my insistent hand on the head of his cock. I think his cock was kind of twisted oddly, but I got it down, between my legs and positioned at the entrance and then it was in!

My legs started spasms...I was trying to stand still and he wasn't actually fucking me so much as filling me up...impaling me, really. He went back to teasing my clit out of my slit...I had forgotten that my entire pussy is completely exposed because the suit is dug into the lest side of my crotch..He was fiddling and teasing and it felt great.

As Foreplay.

I wanted to get off before I started humming or screaming or I don;t know what..I brushed his hands to the side slightly and just full on frigged myself off in about less than 10 strokes...

It had probably already started but I suddenly became aware of fireworks. To me it seemed they had started just as I came, but I was actually riding a wave when I realized that everyone was watching the fireworks.

Everyone but the peeper..