I want to tell you a true story about the only time my wife or I have done
anything sexually exciting with another person.  Last summer, my wife,
Sherrie, went fishing for 3 days on Padre Island, just South of  Corpus
Christi, Texas.  One of the main reasons I bought a bay boat was to give
my wife a chance to strip down and enjoy the rays while on the lakes near
San Antonio. Of course, while watching my wife take off her clothes has
always given me a solid steel boner, I  also happen to be a fishing
enthusiast (to say the least).  Many people will recognize the names
Shamrock Cove,  JFK causeway, and the King Ranch Shoreline.  They are
popular spots for boats full of fishermen who are trying their luck for trout
and red fish.

We got an early start at Shamrock cove on the first day and were on the
water at dawn.  An hour later the sun was already hot.  We drifted with the
wind and current along with many other boats, but we looked a bit
different.  First of all, I was the only one fishing.  Sherrie was laying on
the front deck, oiling her skin and looking good in a bright blue bikini that
I bought at Dillards.

About two weeks earlier, I took her to a topless bar in San Antonio named
Wild Zebra.  Its not a classy place, but it tends to have decent dancers with
a good attitude.  Sherrie wanted to see a topless joint close up--to really
see what goes on with lap dances, stage dances and with the
dancer/customer interactions.  We drank beer and watched some lap
dances that were in process less than 5' from us.  Sherrie was watching
intently.  I got a lap dance where the dancer pulled her G-string mostly
off--giving both of us a perfect view of her pussy--which was totally
shaven and smooth.  This made a real impression on Sherrie and she
couldn't stop talking about it.

It was Thursday night and they had a section for women with male
dancers.  It was totally blocked off from the main area and you couldn't
see or hear what was in there except when the door opened or shut. 
Sherrie wasn't interested in going in there....she wanted to stay with me. 
Finally, I convinced her to check it out and I handed her around $80. 
About 10 minutes later she came out and asked in an almost out of breath
quickness, "Can I have some more money?".  I gave her a look of mild
surprise and gave her a $100.  She took it without a word and headed back
to the door.  She came out about an hour later and we left.  She was in a
kind of shock...really.  She told me that she started giving them $10's and
they would dance real close while she wrapped her arms around their legs,
felt their asses, and lightly traced her tongue over their dicks through their
G-Strings.  She said it like she couldn't even believe it....and to say that I
was surprised was an understatement.  She said that one of the dancers
was a guy that had been a day care instructor at my son's daycare about
two years ago.  He recognized her and when he talked to her, he said
things that made her so hot that, one on song, she opened her blouse,
exposing her breasts and rubbed them on his back as he gyrated between
her legs while she sat in a chair and fondled his dick with both hands. 
This guy gave her a whole stack of free passes and danced for her
exclusively for 30 minutes.  She looked at me with that "I can't believe I
did that look".  She was excited but confused by how hot she was.  I was
glad she got off to it so much and we talked about constantly for the next
two weeks..

Sherrie was hot beyond belief during those two weeks.   She shaved her
pussy and started sunbathing in our backyard totally nude.  I enjoyed it
and watched her while I exercised on my Nordic Trac.  I loved the show
but I was a little shaken up about her sudden change in attitude.  I mean,
she was pretty much in plain site of our neighbors, and although I don't
know if they saw her,  (we have an acre and some trees) Sherrie obviously
had a total disregard for the possibility.  This is the kind of attitude that I
had always wanted her to have, but now that she was doing it without any
prompting from me, I started to realize that it gave me something to
"deal" with.  Was she just having fun, or had she reached a new level in
sexiness?   I think it wasn't the fun so much...it was the "out of control"
feeling that was so intoxicating to her.  She thought and talked about it
constantly.......

 As soon as we started our second drift, Sherrie took off her top and laid
out on the front of the boat in plain view of anyone close enough to see
her.   30 seconds later when she took off the bottoms and was totally nude,
totally shaven and looking very hot with a layer of shiny oil. 
The first fisherman on each boat who saw her couldn't help but to react by
immediately pointing her out to his companions in a hectic manner. Then
they would all turn in unison and scope her out till we drifted too far
away. 

I cruised through the intercoastal canal where about a mile of boats were
anchored in the channel and shoulder to shoulder wade fisherman were
working over an obviously hot spot.  But all fishing activity came to a halt
as we idled by.  Sherrie had her eyes closed with sun glasses on  and
nothing else.  We went by over a hundred fishermen at 5 mph within 20
yards.  The excitement caused the line of fishermen to go into a "wave" of
sorts as they all saw her and strained their eye balls.   Sherrie never said a
word nor acknowledged their looks.  She laid motionless as if asleep.  

Believe me, I have fished there many days and have never even seen a
woman--much less a totally nude blonde cruising slowly by a close range. 
This was a big event.

We got to the end of the line of boats, went about 200 yards farther and
anchored.  We weren't alone for long because several "waders" that we
had passed by were now "heading" our way.   I put the top up and sat in
the shade holding my fishing pole..  Sherrie continued to lay in the sun. 
One wader finally got close enough that he said hello to Sherrie and asked
her "how it was going?"  She leaned up a bit and waved to him without
saying anything.  He came closer....looking at me now instead of her.  I
said nothing and pretended to be oblivious to the whole thing. He looked
back at her.

He walked right up to the boat and the deck was at the level of his chest so
he leaned his arms on the boat and started up a conversation with Sherrie. 
I watched with a slight tremble but full attention as she leaned up on one
arm and talked to the guy.  She didn't shy away a bit and in fact sort of
encouraged the guy by being so casual about the situation.   In about a
minute he was sitting next to her and rubbing oil on her back, her tits, and
finally to her pussy.  I stood with my jaw open.  I had a raging hard on, I
was totally sober, it was about noon in broad daylight, and.....I was beyond
astonished.  They almost immediately moved to the bottom of the boat
where walls about 3' high blocked outside view.  Sherrie pulled down his
shorts, put him on his back and straddled him without so much as a word,
a kiss, or anything else.  His back was to me and I could see her face but
not his.  She didn't make a sound but she was literally in a trance as she
fucked him furiously.  He didn't make it more than 30 seconds till he
came.  Sherrie continued a humping motion even after she got off him. 
She wouldn't look at me and she started to cry.
  
The guy put his shorts on, said something to her and waded off back to his
buddies who were trying to watch but could only see Sherrie from about
the tits up as she briefly fucked him.  She motioned for me to come hold
her and when I got near, she took my shorts off and literally begged me to
sit down.  She mounted me as I sat on the baitwell padded lid--which was
above the boat wall level and in plain sight.  Man I would be lying if I
didn't admit that I was very, very uncomfortable with this whole thing.
Sherrie had never been so wet, so hot....she fucked me hard for about 30
seconds before she came with a series of 4 or 5 explosions that lasted for
about 10 seconds each. She normally is loud when she comes, but this
time she hardly made a sound although her mouth was open like she was
screaming but no sound was coming out.   She put her head on my
shoulder and cried like a baby.  She asked "if we could please go?", and I
realized that those were the first words spoken between us since daylight. 
It was weird and my muscles were shaking.  I could not stop shaking to
save my life.  We got our clothes on and headed back to the dock.

Sherrie walked to the truck wearing the bikini and all the men around
were watching her and talking excitedly.  Everyone had seen her--I mean
you could feel the electricity in air.  I just wanted to get out of there--hell,
I didn't even climax--and that only happened about 1 time out of 1000 for
me. Not cumming is not an option for me normally.

When we got on the road, we had to go about 15 miles with just National
Seashore on each side.  No development, no houses.   I pulled over to get
a coke out of the back.  When I got back in.  Sherrie wasn't wearing her
bottoms.  She started kissing me and I realized that we were going to fuck
right there on the side of the road.  I remember looking at myself in the
rear view mirror and thinking that this was like a movie--it was that
unbelievable to me.  I had just seen my wife flash every guy in the bay;
seen her fuck----repeat...fuck...a guy right in front me; fuck me in the wide
open, and now she fucked me hard and fast on the side of the road.

In only 8 or 10 thrusts, she came wildly and screamed loudly.  Her first
orgasm lasted 15 or 20 seconds and then after about 10 more thrusts, she
would start cumming again for another 15 seconds.  This happened 4 or 5
times and now I had to control myself to keep from laughing.   It was so
incredulous that it was almost funny.  She came more in that 5 minutes
than she does in a month normally....intensely...no beyond intense...these
climaxes were off the scale.  I held out for a respectable time and my
climax was decent but not incredible.  I really was in a kind of shock.

We didn't even talk about it  much after that.  Sherrie continued to shave
her pussy, but she has never been hot like she was that day.   Sometimes I
try to bring it up...and she listens to me talk about it...but she never adds
any conversation.  All she said was that she didn't even know what she
was doing when she fucked that guy....she was so hot that she sort of "lost
the ability to think".   She doesn't apologize about it mind you---she just
seems a bit puzzled over the whole thing.   She liked it and is afraid to talk
about it directly with me.  It makes my dick like a rock when I re-live that
day and I know she is fearful that I am going to freak out over her sexual
tendencies.  Last night I told her that I wanted to have a threesome for her
birthday, (which is soon) and she got very hot and we had incredible
sex...Sherrie must have cum 10 times.  She told me tonight at dinner that
she got so wet during the day today that she had a wet spot on the back of
her skirt and had to dry it in the bathroom on a hand air blower.  She has
"someone" in mind and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow.  I'm up
writing this, on April 3rd, and tomorrow afternoon...I may be at a hotel
fucking my wife with another man.  Its like a movie.