Future of Porn

My normally conservative wife is a closet exhibitionist, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she can get. The hornier she gets the more she enjoys flirting and teasing other guys, which turns her on even more, which makes for great sex for me. She figures that teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I don’t mind, but she insists that she would not have sex with anyone other than me because she is afraid it would ultimately destroy our relationship.

Betty has a very cute, smiling face, blonde hair and a great body with full, large breasts. She knows she attracts attention, even when she’s dressed conservatively. While I enjoy watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in her sexy, revealing outfits, she normally dresses attractively, but conservatively. When she’s not in the mood, it’s can be difficult to talk her into wearing sexy outfits. Normally she tells me that she is very satisfied just noticing a man’s approving sideways glance.

I help her fantasize during foreplay for sex, and have learned over time that she gets turned on the most whenever I talk about exposing herself to strange men. Some of the best fantasies for her are getting into a situation where young, inexperienced men watch her naked while they masturbate, or a situation where she is helpless to prevent a group of horny young guys from exploring her body. While most of these fantasies remain in the bedroom, occasionally circumstances come together to allow some wild things to happen, as I have related in other stories of our experiences. When I play on these fantasies, she is more inclined to wear the revealing little outfits that I’m always buying her, usually if she wants to turn me on for the evening, and especially when we are away from home.

Once she gets turned-on, usually with the help of a few drinks, my conservative wife can change into a teasing exhibitionist, willing to show herself off and excited at making horny men lust for her. She will innocently let the wind blow her skirt up, bend over in a short skirt to show her panties or display her breasts, wear slightly shear skirts with no slip, or let a bikini top slip.

Circumstances started to come together one evening recently when Betty and I stopped off to check out a new up-scale shopping/entertainment mall complex about 15 miles from our house that included several restaurants, nightclubs, bars and upscale shops. As we strolled around we came to a large restaurant and bar that featured a mechanical bull near the entrance, between the huge bar area and the restaurant area.

Watching from outside by the large front window, we were very amused watching a guy getting bounced around and then thrown from the bull to the very thickly padded floor. Intrigued by this unusual entertainment, we went into the bar for a few drinks to watch more people ride the bull.

There were some girls and a lot of guys in the large bar area and standing around one side of the bull pit watching the action. Dinner patrons were seated around the other side of the bull pit and beyond watching the show while they ate. The bull was also visible to people walking by outside who stopped at the large front window to watch as we had. Surprisingly, more than half of the riders turned out to be girls, some very sexy, and several pretty drunk, many coming in from or going to the other nearby dance clubs and bars. Most of the girls put on a sexy show for their boyfriends or the guys at the bar rather than challenge the bucking bull. The bull’s operator was very adept at making the bull move more gently for the girls in ways to display their attributes or violently to throw the macho guys off.

The nice thing about living in South Florida is the way girls dress all year, but especially in the summertime. Sexy, revealing little casual outfits that you would occasionally see in the summer up north are typical wear down here all the time. After watching awhile, I noticed that the guys became more attentive and moved closer to the bull pit whenever a girl in a promising outfit volunteered. It soon became apparent that the operator was very talented at moving the bull in just the right ways to intentionally jiggle or expose their breasts, and raise any skirts. Girls just arriving didn’t seem to watch the action closely enough to figure out what the operator was capable of, but most of the guys picked up on it quickly.

I watched the operator swing one very large breasted girl with no bra quickly back and forth , and up and down to make her huge breasts swing wildly inside her shirt for the guy’s enjoyment. Whenever she tried to hold her breasts with her arm the operator would buck the bull enough that she’d have to grab for the strap and again free her breasts. This was the routine he used on all of the big chested girls that volunteered. He bounced another girl with a low cut top up and down quickly enough that one breast popped completely out of the top to the cheers of the guys. He was adept at moving the bull enough so that the girls had to hang on and could not get a hand free to cover their exposure, but gently enough so as not to throw them off too quickly or frighten other girls who were deciding whether to ride or not.

I was very surprised when one well built girl in a snuggly fitting, long dress, who had been dining toward the back of the restaurant walked up and volunteered to ride (probably on a bet from her husband or date coupled with the alcohol). The smile on the operator’s face told me he was going to enjoy giving her a ride. The assistant helped her up onto the bull with only a brief flash of thigh. She carefully tucked her skirt under her in the back and between her legs and securely held onto the strap before the operator started gently rolling the bull around. Suddenly the bull lurched repeatedly forward and back, which caused her dress to creep out from under her. The bull then pitched slowly forward and back, but just fast enough to raise her ass off of the bull and cause her skirt to ride up. Each time she pitched forward she lifted up to expose her very brief panties and well formed cheeks from the back. She vainly tried to keep pulling her dress down as it inched toward her waist, but couldn’t because the operator would give her an extra lurch sideways which made her keep grabbing for the strap. He pitched the bull’s head toward the floor and tail up which threw her forward, lying on the bull’s head. As he swung the bull quickly around, the force held her in this position with her skirt up to her waist, her butt raised and panties completely exposed. As she turned, unable to sit back up, all the guys in the bar area cheered loudly and the dinner patrons got a good view. She finally slipped off and fell to the deeply padded floor with her legs spread and her skirt at her waist giving everyone a final good show as she struggled to get up.

I found it particularly erotic when a girl with jeans, a very transparent blouse and half cup bra got on. The guys did not crowd around the bull pit initially because the outfit did not appear all that promising for any exposure. After moving her around seductively for a minute, the experienced operator bounced her rapidly up and down which caused her breasts to pop out of the top of her bra. Her nipples were clearly on display through the transparent top with her breasts held up by the supporting bra cups. Despite the cheer that arose, she was completely unaware of her exposure as he continued moving her slowly and seductively for several more minutes and turning her so that everyone got a long look. Seeing her nipples openly on display to the crowd without her being aware was a huge turn on.

I was standing at the bar, tall enough to see all the action over the guy’s heads standing around the bull pit. Betty was seated on the bar stool and couldn’t see over the guys as well and didn’t pick up on the amount of exposure actually going on, or how well the operator could cause it. She did notice though that the girls in the sexier outfits were getting a lot of cheers and attention form the guys. What she had not picked up on was that the guy’s cheers were the loudest in response to the girls being exposed.

I was very turned on for the next two weeks thinking about seeing the girls being helplessly exposed on the bull. I was fantasizing a lot about seeing Betty exposed on the bull in front of the room full of men. I was having doubts that I could ever talk her into getting on the bull since she had seen some of the men thrown violently off.

During foreplay for sex, I talked about how sexy the girls had looked on the bull, and how much of a turn on it must be for them to have all those men getting hard watching them display themselves. Laying there after some great sex, I talked casually about the mechanical bull, reinforcing the idea that there were two standards- a rough ride for the men and a gentle, complementary ride for the girls who wanted to act sexy on the bull. I told her that I had noticed that the sexier the girl tried to act, the gentler the operator was to encourage her. This wasn’t completely true, because the operator had moved some of the girls very aggressively if he thought he could expose them.

I told her what an especially strong turn on it had been seeing one girls panties exposed to all the guys and the other girls breasts moving around in her blouse. I told her the loudest cheer had been when one girl’s nipple had briefly come into view. I knew the idea of getting a room full of men turned on would an exciting fantasy for her to think about. I didn’t mention the girl’s breasts being completely exposed for an extended time since she hadn’t seen that over the guys in front of her and I didn’t want her realizing how exposing the ride could be.

Two weeks later we were going out to see a concert by one of our favorite performers at the auditorium and the route would take us near the restaurant with the bull. I was turned on about the possibility of visiting it again and was fantasizing all the time about somehow getting Betty drunk enough to talk her into getting on the bull.

With the possibility in mind, I coaxed Betty into wearing a very short, and sexy sundress that she knew really turns me on. The dress was cut exceptionally well for her body and hid the slight bulge of her tummy so well that she felt very confident and sexy when wearing it (Is any women every satisfied with how flat their tummy is?) It was a soft material, tight fitting at the hips, with a very short flaring skirt that showed off her long shapely legs. The two thin straps held up a low neckline that revealed a lot of her exciting, braless cleavage. The dress buttoned up the front with spherical pearl buttons. I especially liked how easily I could pop the small buttons open with one hand while driving when I reached in to feel her wonderful full breast and hard nipple. The only problem with the dress was that a button would sometimes pop open in the middle where it was tight at her hips or the second button from the top from the strain of her full breasts.

While she was applying her makeup, I went into her drawer and pulled out a pair of very shear thong panties that I had recently bought her. She felt sexy wearing them and knew that I would get turned on imagining them the whole evening and would also cope a feel of her bare ass once in a while.

I started working on her early on the way to the concert, slipping my hand under her little skirt and lightly touching her crotch. I pulled out the “pocket rocket” vibrator that I keep in the car and held the head against her clit for a few miles as she sat with her legs obligingly wide open. Her pussy was swollen and panties wet by the time we reached the auditorium.

There was a light breeze blowing as we walked from the parking area up to the auditorium and I knew the guys walking behind us were getting quick glimpses of her beautifully bare cheeks. Inside we had to ascend an open stairway to get to our seats. As we turned at the landing and headed up the second flight, I glanced down at the people coming up the first flight. I was envious of the incredible view that two or three of the guys were getting as they looked up Betty’s short dress.

I stopped at the bar before going to our seats to order us some drinks. When she asked for a light wine, I whined. I talked her into a stronger drink saying that I wanted both of us to get loose for some especially good sex later. At the intermission I got her a double drink on the pretext that I didn’t want to wait in line if it wasn’t enough.

As I expected, she got a little buzzed on the drinks since we had only had a light snack before going to the concert. After fighting the traffic to get back out to the highway, I suggested we stop for a bite at the restaurant with the mechanical bull for some entertainment while we ate and maybe stop in at one of the nightclubs. She agreed, which started my pulse racing a little faster. Step one was working. I reached across and slipped my hand into the top of her dress and caressed her hard nipple as we drove. I undid the top button to expose more cleavage. I whined when she started to re-button it before leaving the car. She said that the top was revealing enough buttoned, but finally agreed to leave it unbuttoned for me after saying that “you’re never satisfied”.

When we arrived, we had to wait for a table so I bought each of us a drink at the bar. I saw guys checking her out with looks that said, “God please let her ride the bull”. Without asking I ordered her a Manhattan which gets her loose pretty quickly. A table was ready by the time we finished the drink. At the table I ordered a second round of drinks. She knows that sex is really good when we are both tipsy so she went along with me ordering another Manhattan. She is careful about her weight so she ordered a large salad for dinner, which I knew wouldn’t offset the alcohol very much. Before she could protest, I ordered a refill as soon as she finished her drink.

My seat was directly facing the bull and she had to turn a little to watch, so I was selectively calling her attention to the bull riders. I pointed out a hot looking girl in shorts who got on the bull facing backwards with her feet on the bulls back and acted very seductive as the bull moved slowly around and up and down. She shook her chest back and forth to the guys cheering and dropped her legs down on either side of the bull. With both hands on the bulls back, she moved her crotch back and forth on its back and gave the guys a suggestive look. Betty commented on how sexy the girl’s performance was and how horny the guys were acting. She was talking a little louder than normal and I could tell she was feeling the drinks quite a bit. The operator gave the girl a long ride and let her hop off gently when she was finished.

I ordered another Manhattan as I finally started Step 2 when I suggested that she could make them a whole lot hornier than that girl had and that I ‘d really get turned on watching her up there. She laughed and said no way was she getting on that bull in this outfit. She said that she was a little drunk and knew that she would make a fool of herself falling off the bull. She also protested that the dress was too short and would show too much as she got on and off. “So what”, I said, working on her fantasy. “I’d get really horny if they got a quick flash of your bare ass and you’d send a lot of guys home with a hard on thinking about it.” I knew that would play to her fantasy.

As she watched other riders, I noticed that her legs had fallen open pretty wide and she was leaning on the table supporting her head in her hand. Her skirt had ridden up so high that she was drawing a lot of attention from the guy at the next table. I knew she was feeling the drinks pretty good, and from experience knew she should be very horny by now.

I kept suggesting how excited the guys would get from her teasing them on the bull. She laughed and argued that they wanted to watch young girls not an old lady like her. “Bullshit,” I said, “You may be 34 but you’re better built that most of the other girls here and a lot sexier. I guarantee you you’ll make most of those guys hard watching”.

As she sipped some of the fourth drink, I pointed out a young girl who was obviously very drunk getting onto the bull. She also had a sundress on, but longer than my Betty’s. The operator was aware of how drunk she was and had to give her a pretty gentle ride to keep her on the bull. He stopped whenever she started sliding off the side to let her pull herself back up. He managed to get her on her back briefly, which exposed her crotch as he swung her around, but she managed to sit back up, swung her leg across and jumped down after a fairly short ride.

I pointed out how much drunker that girl had been and that she did just fine. “Come on, do it.” She laughed and said, ” I don’t know” which was better than “no way”. I told her that I had noticed that people tipped the operator before getting onto the bull. If the tip was small he apparently gave a rougher ride in retribution. I told her I would tip him $10 to make sure she got a gentle ride. I suggested that it would really excite me if she should look me in the eyes the whole time she was riding and give me her sexiest moves. She still said, “I don’t know”, which encouraged me since it wasn’t “no”.

After she drank more of her drink, I said lets go up and I’ll ride the bull. She laughed really hard and said “This I have to see”. I held her arm as we walked over and could feel her weaving a little so I knew her judgment wouldn’t be good. When we got to the sign-in area I saw all eyes go to her, daring to hope that she might ride. We moved into the roped off area for the riders and I asked to sign up. The assistant gave me the “at your own risk form” to sign. I walked over to the operator who was looking at Betty and grinning. I held up a $5 bill in my hand and told him that if he made sure that I got a gentle ride, we may be able to get her up there. He smiled widely and said “absolutely.”

As I took off my shoes, I noticed the crowd started building around the wall of the bull pit as guys crowded in from the bar area and some walked over from the dining area. Since they were eagerly checking her out, I realized they were anticipating that Betty was going to ride since she was standing inside the roped off area with me.

When the previous rider finished, I walked across the thick padding and jumped up on the bull. I smiled at Betty as the bull ride started and saw her laughing back at me. As the bull slowly pitched forward and back, I found it very easy holding the strap between my legs with my other arm up in the air. I had to be getting the easiest ride any guy got all night. When it stopped, I swung my leg across and hopped down.

“Your turn,” I said as I stepped out of the pit and noticed the number of guys crowding the bull pit. “It was easy.”

” OK, you’re next,” the operator said, gesturing toward the bull.

“I don’t think so,” she said to him, handing me my shoes. Enough guys standing close to us heard her remark and started cheering for her to ride. She broke into an embarrassed grin as the guys kept cheering her- “come on! come on! Go!Go!”! The operator also coaxed her. “There’s nothing to it, give it a try.”

She looked at me grinning and said, “I don’t know about this”. I could see her nipples standing out through her dress as hard as rocks. I knew she was getting very turned on from the guys cheering and really did want to tease them on the bull. I leaned in close and said “do it for me”.

Grinning beautifully, she hesitated a moment before saying, “Oh all right, but you better tip him good”.

Dick whispered in her ear, and Gina found my eyes. I could see her question, and I smiled and puckered a kiss her way. She sent one back before I saw her answer yes to Dick. Without knowing the exact words he uttered, I knew she had just agreed to let him fuck her in front of everybody at the party, most of them strangers. My hard-on was so sensitive I knew I would have to avoid moving too much to keep from coming.

Her groan of disappointment accompanied the removal of his fingers. He helped her up, then took her hand to lead her through the crowd into the dance area. As they passed me, I grabbed her hand to stop them for a second. I pulled her bridal veil from my coat pocket and placed it back on her head to cover her face by the fine white gauze. My bride looked exactly as she’d looked walking down the aisle on the arm of her father with one beautiful exception: there was nothing under her gown except gorgeous skin.

“Don’t forget to carry her over the threshold Dick. You’re taking her into the room where her marriage will be consummated.” I pushed Don toward the dance floor so he would be ready to take a picture.

Dick bent to grab my bride’s legs below her knees, lifted her light body up, then carried her down the hall. Don’s flash captured the wedding tradition as he carried her onto the dance floor, nee living room. We all followed and the dimly lit dance floor was suddenly filled with observers. I’m sure the few couples dancing wondered what the hell was happening when the entire party suddenly swarmed around them. Dick put down my bride and smiled at her before he pulled her close.

Within thirty seconds, they were teasing us. Dick kept time, but barely moved his feet as they “danced” to Moon River. He nibbled her ear while he whispered with the foreplay she loved. He kissed her neck and grabbed her ass to pull her tight against him. She rubbed her cunt on his cock, laid her head on his shoulder and succumbed to the feeling of arousal that had been her constant companion since we were in the car more than four hours earlier.

They “danced” to Red Sails in the Sunset and Misty before the Joker, a faster song, came on. Don didn’t take another picture during this time - it was too dark. Dick whispered in her ear and stepped back. He barely moved as he, along with every other eye in the room, watched my wife. The other couples that were dry-fuck dancing when Gina and Dick started all stopped to watch Gina too. She held her arms straight up above her head and moved sensuously in a serpentine wriggle. He made her spin slowly so we could all see, and her veil made her look even more like the bride she was. Despite the dim lighting, I could see that the cut on her dress was well above the level of the slit in her cunt. The dark shadow hid her bald pussy, but nothing else did.

As she slinked up close to slide her body up and down his, Dick reached behind and unzipped her dress. She still wore her veil and in the dim light her face was full of shadows. I knew she could easily see out through the light mesh - much more easily than we could see in. Dick whispered and gently pushed her away. As she slowly spun and danced, her back was exposed down to her ass crack. We should have been seeing her better, but the dim lighting was frustrating. I wanted everybody to see exactly how beautiful my bride was. I spoke softly to Don.

“Take a picture.”

He whispered, “It’s too dark.”

“Use the flash.”

He waited until she was facing us before the flash discharged. I could see her smile at the camera through the veil. She faced us until Don’s flash blinded us again, then turned smoothly and sensuously away to continue her dance. My eyes focused on her cunt when the second flash discharged and the slit in her gown was high enough to see how wet she was. The way she was dancing, with her arms straight above her head, would have exposed her cunt completely if the room was lit.

When the song was over, she put her arms around Dick and ground on him until Walk This Way began. It was another fast song, but she didn’t start dancing immediately. I watched him whisper as he lifted her veil and then watched him kiss her with the passion of two teenagers in the back seat. He lowered the right strap and she lifted her arm out to uncover her gorgeous right tit. The same procedure on her left side turned her wedding gown into a white beaded skirt. He stepped back and she danced facing him, with her arms still above her head. Their eyes were locked in passion while she swiveled and swayed but I finally read his lips, “Let them see.” She spun slowly, moving her hips and her tits sensuously and suggestively. The gown slipped lower on her abdomen with each bump of her hips and I wondered if it was going to drop off without any assistance.

The circle of people around her almost imperceptibly shrunk, and she was no more than five feet from many of them. I pushed Don between two men, and he figured I wanted another picture. She looked him in the eye as he aimed the camera, and she stopped to thrust her naked tits at him. When the flash discharged, her eyes were as alive as I had ever seen them. She searched for the eyes of her admirers, and I smiled at her when she looked at me. Her eyes flashed as she smiled back and puckered a kiss my way, then turned back to Dick as the song ended.

I looked around and noticed the wall switch that I thought would turn on the recessed ceiling lights. I backed up to it and realized she would have to pass through several guys to reach me when she brought her gown to me. Who’ll Stop the Rain’s slow beat softly filled the room and again Dick pulled her to him to “dance” against him topless. He danced with his right hand squeezing her ass. Gentle maneuvering turned her slightly sideways so we could see him caressing her nipples and squeezing her naked tits. We could dimly see her entire naked torso from shoulder to waist. She kept both hands around his neck and let him do whatever he wanted with her body.

The camera flashed twice, and I knew it would even further stimulate her nasty imagination. Dick’s hands, Don’s camera, and an intent audience had her soaring. Her breathing was labored and punctuated by frequent submissive sighs and moans, and her nipples were so sensitive she reflexively jerked and whimpered with pleasure when Dick hit exactly the right spot.

His mouth was either at her ear whispering or at her mouth kissing passionately for the entire song. She watched the eyes of her voyeuristic audience watch her as he gradually turned her so we all saw what he was doing to her. Even the women were entranced. We all knew we were witnessing a public seduction with everything: romance, beauty, exhibitionism, lust, and an ensnaring twist - a newlywed bride, with her husband in the audience, was going to commit public adultery with the best man on their wedding night. I saw whispering as the message was passed around the room, and many glances came my way, especially from those people I didn’t know.

Since I’d already witnessed the passion, the pleasure, the intensity, and the love when my best friend fucked my fiancée, I knew everybody was going to witness a memorable event. My constant throbbing placed me in permanent danger of spontaneous eruption.

Like a Bridge over Troubled Water brought further escalation. Dick moved his mouth from Gina’s ear to her neck to her tits. He separated from her to bend over to put his lips on her tits, so her entire upper body became visible to everybody all the time. We watched him lick, suck, kiss, squeeze, nibble, bite, and diddle with his tongue on one tit while his fingers played a similar tune on the other one. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. The pleasure was obvious from her body’s response, but also from her moans and her facial expressions. We watched her immerse her feeling into her tits.

Even Don must have been entranced, because the flash didn’t go off. Finally, Dick stood and again locked eyes with my bride as he slid the gown off. Her eyes never left his as he slipped it down her legs. She let him remove it, but as she stepped out of it and he stood up she took her wedding dress from him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear and he looked to find me, then smiled at her.

Gina turned with her dress held carefully in her arms. She started toward me but the circle was so tight she could barely move. Don said, ‘Let her through, guys’, but they only separated enough for her to squeeze through by dragging her tits across the chest of a fortunate onlooker. She held her dress away from her body and walked toward me slowly, oozing sex with every step. She strutted in her thigh highs and high heels, and I knew the swing in her ass was exaggerated for effect. It sure worked for me, and she even caught the slow beat of Paul Simon’s music as she walked. Her firm tits jiggled from the jar of each step and they gently swung back and forth sideways from her sensuous sway.

The idea that my new bride was naked in a packed room, all of them fully clothed and some of them my best friends, again nearly sent me over the edge. As she approached, her sweet aroma made it even more difficult to maintain control of my throbbing cock. When she got to me she handed me her dress, then got up on her toes to whisper in my ear.

“Thanks honey. I love this.”

I openly probed with my finger along her slippery cunt, then pushed it inside. She whimpered and spread her legs as I gently fingered her. I flipped the wall switch with the hand holding her dress. The room was flooded with light, and I knew it would take a while for eyes to dilate. I kissed her while I temporarily continued to finger fuck her. Her response let me know she was more than willing to have her first orgasm of the night while riding my fingers. She was again on the verge when I removed my hand, and her agony came out as a groan. I kissed her passionately while I tweaked her nipples and let her ride my thigh with her steaming quim. Finally, I took her shoulders in my hands and held her loving gaze. She looked so beautiful still in her bridal veil.

“Enjoy yourself, my beautiful bride.” She was not only naked, she was now fully illuminated as I turned her and pushed her gently toward Dick.

I caught his eye. “Take her to the moon, Dick.”

He nodded at me, then turned his eyes on my gorgeous wife. She walked back with an even more pronounced and sensuous strut. As I watched from behind her, I could see the wetness around her cunt that was providing the savory aroma and I could feel the wetness on my own thigh before I saw the huge wet spot on my pants she’d left from rubbing on it.

I saw Don raise his camera and shoot without the flash, and I gave him a quick “thumbs up”. When she approached Dick, it was an even tighter squeeze to get back inside the circle, and several hands roamed freely as she slipped through and back into Dick’s arms. I followed her and was surprised when the circle opened and they made room for me in the front row surrounding Dick and Gina.

Every eye in the room was on her body, and all the signs of female arousal were clear to everyone. She was breathing at an elevated rate and a light sheen of sweat covered her body, as if she’d been exercising. Her entire body was flushed and reddened, and her areolae and nipples were swollen and stiff. Her aroma wafted pheromones to horny males and her cunt was flooded with the liquid exuding the scent of a female in heat. I knew she loved letting everybody see her as a fully sexual person; and the complete baring of her soul, down to its most primal state, was one of the reasons I loved her so much.

Dick kissed her passionately for a few seconds, then somewhat surprisingly started dancing again. Her arms were around his neck and his hands again found her ass. I’d seen this before, several times, and I’d even seen it when she was naked next to his car, but this was the best. I was very close, the lighting was great, and I knew it wasn’t the end of the night. I swear I was within a nanotouch of orgasm at least 20 times before they were finished, and this was one of those times. She spread her legs a couple of feet and rotated her hips so she could dance with her cunt pressing against his pants-covered erect cock. She pressed hard as she moved up and down against it, her clit rubbing against the comparatively rough fabric of his pants. His hands on her ass assisted by pulling her cunt tight against him. Her sighs and whimpers were easily audible above the music to every person in the room, and I was obviously familiar enough with her sounds to know she was within an eyelash of her first orgasm when Dick pulled back. Again. The frustration in her wail tore at my heart.

I looked at Dick’s khaki pants and they were even more soaked than mine were. The contrast between wet and dry was a sharp dark versus light line. The spot on his pants covered the entire zipper from top to bottom and at least two inches to each side of it. His bulge was clear and the wet spot seemed to magnify its length.

His lips constantly moved, talking to her, whispering to her while he dry fucked her. Dry fucked? I smiled to myself at the misnomer as I looked at the wet spot on his pants and felt the wet spot on my own. I could hear the sound of his whispers but the only words I could decipher were ‘cunt’, ‘twat’, ‘cock’ and ‘fuck’, which were clear to everybody. Due to the now well-lit room we could all see every inch of her beautiful body, and Don’s camera was snapping at the rate of a couple of pictures per song. I thought, “I hope he doesn’t run out of film.”

Dick grabbed her arms and gently spun her so he was dancing against her back. He placed his leg between hers from the back and forced her to move her feet at least two feet apart. Quivering and rubbery legs barely supported her body, which was flushed to an aroused pink with a glorious sheen of sweat. The blush on her swollen areolae matched her rigid nipples, and her firm tits heaved from her heavy breathing. And her pussy - my god it was magnetic. Her mons and vulva were so puffed up they appeared spongy, her labia were open like petals glistened with dew, and her clitoris was visibly erect and almost red from the blood flow inside it. We could see her pussy juice in and around every part of her perfect cunt, and it flowed so freely down her thighs I was sure everybody could smell it. I know I could, and her smell kept another of my senses alert to her arousal; and as nature dictates, her arousal activated my own. God, I was hard.

Dick kept whispering the entire time as he moved his hands fleetingly over her tits to her cunt and back. She again raised her hands above her head so her entire body was exposed to all, and he gradually spun them while he maintained his position behind. There hadn’t been a sound in the room, with the exception of the muted music and Gina’s aroused moans, for a long time. The audience was hypnotized by a performance all of them knew but that few, if any, had ever seen in such a public place.

Dick’s fingers worked their magic on Gina’s body. He was not monotone in his touch, and he varied the pressure, location, duration, speed, angle, depth, and number of fingers based on her response. He moved his fingers directly from her cunt to her mouth at least twice, and her passionate moan revealed that she loved the taste of her own pussy juice as much as I do. Her lips and tongue sucked her juices while she bobbed her head along his fingers. I was sure nobody could miss the symbolism as his fingers sawed into her cunt with one hand and into her mouth with the other.

Dick also used his hands to pull Gina tight against his cock. Sometimes he would stop manipulating her cunt for a few seconds to pull her abdomen with his hand so his cock was pressed tightly in the crack of her ass. Other times, he would slightly push on her back so she would bend forward, then use both his hands on her hip bones. His clothes were the only preventive to a classic standing dog fuck as he symbolically rocked her back and forth against his cock.

When he lifted Gina’s left leg so she balanced on one high heel, he held her elevated calf near her ear. God, Gina is limber. Her gymnastics and cheerleading experience enabled Dick to raise her leg so high that her cunt was exposed in a vertical full-split position, and he turned her like she was a statue on display. Her shoe on the floor didn’t move except to act as the center of rotation. Her cunt couldn’t have been as exposed in any other position, and Gina’s eyes reflected her extreme arousal to any man who looked into them. She glanced from the eyes of one man to another, but they were almost all focused intently on her cunt, exactly as she desired.

His right hand continued to stimulate her while his left hand held up her leg and played with her anklet, the ornament decrying his temporary ownership of my wife. I watched him gently stroke the etched letters as if he was reading his name in Braille.

Somehow, through all his extremely effective and highly visible manipulations, he kept time to the music, regardless of tempo. His feet didn’t move much distance, but when they did it was to the beat. His arm and finger motions were also rhythmic, and I remember thinking to myself that she wasn’t his dance partner as much as his musical instrument. Especially during this time as he held one leg elevated, it was like he was strumming, bowing, stroking his bass fiddle, and his coordinated rhythm was particularly obvious. Through it all, he kept a slow but steady rotation so all of us would be able to see what he was doing to her from every angle. After two full rotations with her left leg held high, Dick lowered my bride’s left foot back to the ground. Her legs trembled from the prolonged stretch he’d forced on them, but also from the overwhelming excitement the blatant exposure brought her.

While his hands and feet moved, so did his lips. I heard the unintelligible sounds of his whispers, and I knew his words were as arousing to her as his hands. Dick spoke the four letter words clearly so everybody in the room knew he was whispering about sex. Because Gina loved his sex talk and I loved to hear about what they had done together, I knew what he was saying. Dick was telling her what he was doing, why she would like it, how many hard cocks he could see, how beautiful she was, what a slut she was, how wet her cunt was, who was watching him finger fuck her cunt, how hard his cock was, how my eyes disclosed how much I loved watching them, and a hundred other things. Dick is a master at verbal foreplay and my wife surrendered totally to his mastery. He used his lips in the short pauses between whispers to nibble her earlobes and caress her beautiful neck.

As he whispered, we could gradually hear Gina’s vocalization transform from unintelligible moans and whimpers to the words she always spoke when I fucked her. At first it was ‘Oh god’ and ‘Mmmm Dick’ and ‘I love it’, but Dick must have told her to verbalize what he was doing to her. The pauses between phrases increased in direct proportion to her arousal but there were always soft whimpers, sighs, and moans between her words.

“Ooohhhh god Dick … uh-huh … oooohh yes … mmmm … I love this … ooohhh … uh-huh … it feels so good.”

I heard him whisper again.

“Ooohh yes … your finger … mmmm … it’s in my … aahh … oohh god … yesss … it’s in my pussy.”

He whispered again.

“Ooohh god … uh-huh … I love your finger in my … aahhh … my cunt … mmmm they’re all watching you finger … mmmm … my cunt … ooohhh god … uh-huh … I love it.” The first time she said cunt it was very breathy, almost a loud whisper, but the second time was with throaty emphasis. She wanted her cunt to be the center of the universe for every person present.