Just Like The Movies

JUST LIKE THE MOVIES (by The No-Backbone Cabron) I loved her from the moment I first saw her. I know what it was: the smile. Well, to be fully honest, the smile and the boobs. I've always liked big hooters, ever since adolescence, especially in combination with a bright, happy smile. Since my early teens, I have liked porn, and while my tastes have changed over the years, my favorite porn shot to jack off to has remained the same: a woman baring her breasts (preferably large ones) and smiling into the lens. Accordingly, I've always really dug Mardi Gras and flashing shots. I knew I was looking at my dream woman when I first saw Marcie: she is the short, thin, titiful type and has perfect, pearly white teeth. Her green eyes sparkle when she smiles, and, with her long blonde hair, she is a truly lovely woman. We met in college but did not start dating until toward the end. I was fortunate to marry my dream girl about a year later, which was just over a year ago. I knew for certain that she was perfect for me when, just before we got married, I confessed to her my love for pornography. She was not grossed out as I had feared, and I discovered that she was sometimes even willing to watch my favorite videos or clips with me. Last summer, I needed to make a client call in Kansas City. Marcie suggested we make a long weekend of it, which we did, arriving on Thursday. Marcie chose the hotel and made the reservation. Our flight home was on Sunday afternoon, and we were both looking forward to a chance to get away from the monotony of our usual routine. On Friday, I meet the client for dinner, and the wives joined us. On Saturday night, Marcie and I went out for dinner and a few drinks. Feeling pretty relaxed when we returned to our hotel, we decided to have a nightcap and take a swim. Our hotel had a domed-in area with a pool, whirlpool, bar, and some games. So we changed and walked down, I in my tee-shirt and Marcie in her pink, floral pool robe. After a quick dip, we decided to get a beer and warm up in the whirlpool, which was fairly crowded. Already in the whirlpool were 3 guys in their 20's, a couple a little older than us, and 2 older guys. Even though Marcie was wearing one of her generic one-piece bathing suits, she still looked pretty and had no trouble catching all the men's attention as she got in. Right after we got in, the other couple left. The young guys were friendly and started up a conversation. One guy, husky with a beer gut, said his name was Travis. I guess they must have noticed our wedding rings, because they asked how long we'd been married. I told them, "A little over a year." "Figures," Travis said, "you still look at each other like lovebirds." No one said anything for a second, then he continued, "Was it love at first sight?" Finding his question a bit forward, I answered with what I thought at the time was a harmless reply: "For me it was. I first saw Marcie at the beach one day during our freshman year of college, and she looks pretty damn good in a bathing suit." "Honey!" Marcie exclaimed. "Sorry," I said, "but it's true." "I'll say," said Travis. The guys seemed cool, and we were all enjoying a beer, so I figured I'd keep up the conversation. "Where you guys from?" I asked. "We're locals; grew up about a mile that way," said Travis, gesturing, "How 'bout y'all?" When I said we were from Minneapolis, one of the 2 older guys joined the conversation, saying he grew up there. It was established that he and his buddy were salesmen here on business. A few minutes later, the one salesmen went into his nearby pool side room and brought out icy cold beers for us all. Travis took a swig, looked at Marcie, and said, "I wouldn't've pegged you for Minneapolis; I woulda guessed Texas." "Why?" Marcie asked, "Is it my accent?" "No," he answered, "your chest -- because everything's bigger in Texas." "Hey," I interjected, with a somewhat strong tone, and Travis immediately responded, "Sorry, but, from your comment before, I figured you two would be cool with that. I meant no offense." "No offense taken," said Marcie. Even though I understood that Marcie said this to smooth the situation over, I still felt a little twinge of jealousy, what with having all these men staring at my wife and even making jokes about her breasts. We all chatted for a little while longer, and when Marcie and I finished our beers, we declined their offer of another and went up to our room for the night. As Marcie got into bed, she said wistfully, "Sometimes I think you married me for my boobs." "No, hon," I replied, "I married you because I love you." "You know," she countered, "I think you even told me once that my boobs were the reason." Feeling a little unnerved, I answered, "I may have misspoken once after a few drinks, but what I meant was that it was your great body that first attracted me to you." I quickly added, "Along with your pretty face." "Yeah right," she said sarcastically, "It wasn't my face you mauled when I went back to your apartment that first night. You're fixated on my boobs, and you even admitted it to those guys in the whirlpool." "Not quite," I answered, "I just said you look good in a bathing suit." "You shouldn't talk about your wife that way, drawing attention to my body; it caused Travis to start talking about me that way too." She massaged my dick for a minute in silence. Then, she said, "You probably want me to show those guys my tits like that gir your fantasy video, don't you?" I said nothing, thinking about her doing that, and then actually picturing it in my mind. The video she was referring to is one of my favorite clips. In it, a busty woman wearing a white satin bra and panties is sitting on a couch. The clothed bodies of a few men are seen in the borders of the frame. She looks into the camera innocently. Then, she looks up at the men as she runs her fingers over the top seam of her bra, as she says, "I can't believe I'm doing this." Looking into the camera, she smiles and continues, "I can't believe I'm about to show you men my big tits." She then slides her shoulder straps down her arms a ways, squeezes her breasts a little, and takes her bra all the way off, putting it next to her on the couch. Then, she looks at guys with a big smile, then back into the camera and says, "There, I did it. Do you guys like 'em?" I've gotten off to that video sequence numerous times, both with and without Marcie present. "Your woody answers my question," she said, rousing me back into reality. I replied, "No, honey, I admit it's fun to think about, but I wouldn't want it actually to happen." "Well," she suggested, "before our long flight home tomorrow, maybe we'll just have to take another dip and have some fun thinking about it." She then gave me a hot kiss, rolled on top of me, and we proceeded to have great sex. On Sunday morning, we woke up at about 9:00. Our flight home took off at 3:15 p.m., and the hotel's shuttle to the airport left at 2:00 p.m. After a quick breakfast at the hotel, we returned to the room. I wanted to take a nap, but Marcie said, "I feel like taking a swim. Why don't you come to the pool with me and nap on a lounge chair." I agreed and put on my swim trunks while Marcie changed in the bathroom. When we arrived at the pool area, we found Travis and his 2 buddies sitting in the whirlpool. "Hi, guys," Marcie called out, "Back again?" "Yep," answered Travis, "back again." "Can I join you?" Marcie asked, tossing her towel on a nearby chair. "I may jump in too," I said, thinking it would be a good idea in light of what had happened the night before. I got in and sat down across from the guys. "I just wanted a quick dip before our flight home," I heard Marcie say from behind me. I turned to look at her and watched her as she daintily took off her flip-flops. Glancing at me, she gave me a nice smile for no apparent reason. Before turning back around, I saw her reach for the belt of her pink, pool robe and begin to untie it. "So, Travis," I asked, trying to start some conversation, "are you a Chiefs fan?" He made no answer but just gazed past me in a kind of a trance. The other guys were doing the same. I turned around and saw what was holding their attention: Marcie's bikini. It was a sexy little number made of shiny, white material. The shoulder straps of the top connected to the outside edges of the breast cups, which were low cut, allowing for an ample view of her cleavage and titty flesh. The rounded seams on the sides of each breast cup highlighted the fullness of her boobs. It my opinion, the top was too small by a size or two, and the skimpy, French-cut bottoms could have provided some more coverage of her firm butt. Marcie stepped over to the side of the whirlpool and stood there a moment before getting in. No sooner had Marcie slid into the whirlpool and sat down next to me than Travis asked, "Who wants a beer?" "Too early for me," I answered, but Marcie said, "Why not? It's the last few hours of our mini-vacation. We have to be on the airport shuttle that leaves at 2 o'clock." Travis said, "I buy, you fly." "Where to?" asked Marcie. Saying nothing, Travis pointed to a cooler next to some nearby lounge chairs. "I wish you had told me that before I got all wet," Marcie complained, getting out of the pool. "Oh, sorry," offered Travis in an absent-minded tone. As Marcie walked over to the cooler, I noticed that her bust looked huge: I don't know whether it was the different bathing suit, her body chemistry, or her posture, but her boobs were just so "there." Travis and the guys of course checked her out fully, especially as she bent over to get the beers out of the cooler. I saw the guys exchange glances before Marcie turned and walked toward them, and they leered at her cleavage as she leaned over to hand them each their beers. As she did so, the other 2 guys introduced themselves: the one wearing the CAT Diesel hat was Jeff, and the one with the rose tattoo was Mack. Marcie walked back toward me, and then, just as she was about to get back in, Travis said, "Hey, wait, you also have to clean up empties." "Is that some house rule you guys have?" Marcie asked in slight protest. "It is today," he answered. She walked back over and picked up the empties. She seemed fully aware that the guys were enjoying the scenery she was providing, and she gave Travis a smirk as she bent down to pick up his empty. As she got back in next to me, she said, "So, I guess it's safe to say that you guys like this swimsuit better than the one I wore yesterday." "Oh yeah," said Travis. "My husband does too," she said, glancing at me with a knowing look, and I understood that she was referring to my favorite video scene. "Right, honey?" she asked sweetly. I said nothing, and then Travis looked at me and said, "You were right. She does look great in a bathing suit, and even better in that one." Marcie said, "Well, this one's a little more flattering than that old fashioned, coverall, one-piece from yesterday." Then, she asked me, "Don't you think, honey?," seemingly pressing me for an answer. I still made no response, so Mack said, "You don't need any flattering, Marcie, at least not from a swimsuit." Marcie said, "Thank you." "That bikini's really pretty and petite," Travis commented, "especially for doing the job of a big boulder holder." "Very funny," Marcie replied, grabbing my dick under the wa I decided to change the subject to something other than my wife's body. Returning to the safe topic of football, I asked again, "So, you guys Chiefs fans?" This time I got a response, as Jeff said, "Sure." "I love to talk football; I'm a big fan," I mentioned, "The Vikings are my team." When no one said anything, I tried to keep the discussion going. I turned to Marcie and remarked, "My Marcie and I think the Vikes can win it this year. Right, babe?" As I was saying this, I noticed Marcie adjusting the shoulder straps of her top, and she seemed to be arching her back while she did so. "Making a few structural adjustments?" Travis asked jokingly. "No," she answered, in an annoyed yet cute tone, "just trying to make my top more comfortable. It's a little tight." "Yeah, we noticed," replied Travis. Then, she looked at me and asked, "What was that you were saying, honey?" Apparently the guys were not too interested in the topic of football because they started talking among themselves for a minute. I took that opportunity to talk to Marcie. I whispered to her, "I appreciate the bathing suit and what you're doing. I just think that you shouldn't draw such attention to yourself." She winked at me and said, "Maybe I'm just flirting a little, but, if you want, you can fantasize to yourself that I'm giving a preview of coming attractions." Travis then said, "Hey, Marcie, if your top's uncomfortable, feel free to take it off. We don't mind." "That's big of you," Marcie replied sarcastically. "It would be big of you, too," said Mack, as they all laughed. Marcie laughed also and said, "No way." "Oh c'mon," Travis said, "it's not like those boobs have never been naked in water before with men around." He paused then added, "I bet those beachballs got a lot of play during spring breaks." Suppressing a smile, Marcie dropped her jaw open and made a "thcht" sound. Then, she looked at me and said in a little whine, "Honey, did you hear how he talks to your wife?" I was not sure how to respond, but, before I could, Travis said to Marcie, "Hey, it's not a marital thing; you weren't his wife then." "He's right about that, dear," I responded. There was silence for a second, then Travis said, "So, Marcie, we're still waiting for an answer. Did you let those juggs out of your bikini for some college men?" She looked again at me, looked back with no expression. She answered coyly, "Well, I might have gone skinny dipping a few times." "Lucky guys," said Travis, "How 'bout a little re-enactment for historical reference?" Marcie responded, "I can't do it here; there's too many people around." "Okay," Travis said, "let's go up to our room." She replied matter-of-factly, "That wouldn't be a re-enactment -- there's no water." "You can sit in the tub," Travis responded, standing up. "No!" Marcie barked. He sat back down, saying to his buddies, "I had to give it a try." Not more than a moment passed before Jeff asked, "Do those yabos float?" I thought his question was very rude, and I'd had enough of all this, so I asked disapprovingly, "Is that all you ever talk about -- women's breasts?" "We love to talk tits; we're big fans," answered Travis, in words that sounded familiar. Then, he looked at Marcie and asked, "Do they?" Marcie didn't seem offended and answered smartly, "Kind of, but not quite like beach balls." Travis said, "Let's see. Put your elbows on the deck." Marcie grinned at him. In the next moment, I felt her foot run along my shin, and then I saw her put her elbows back to her sides on the deck as Travis had asked. As she looked down at herself, the guys stared at her bust, and Travis said, "They're sure as hell not sinking." "They're pretty buoyant," she remarked. Travis gestured to Marcie's chest and said, "I wonder if they'd float if they didn't have that titsling to hold 'em up." "Wouldn't you like to know," replied Marcie smug Sure would," he said, "let's do an experiment." "I don't think so," she said firmly. "Well, keep thinkin'," Travis responded. When the guys started talking among themselves again, Marcie leaned over to me and whispered, "Do you want me to do it? I think we have an interested audience here." "I don't know," I whispered back, "I'm a little nervous. How 'bout you?" She whispered, "I'm nervous, too." "What about strip poker?" Travis then asked. "What about it?" she answered. He said, "Did you ever have to show those tits after losing a hand of strip poker?" She laughed, then coyly answered, "Maybe. I played a few times in school." Travis said, "Those college guys really won the jackpot when they got you to show that pair of king-sizers." "I usually won," she said aloofly, putting her elbows back up on the deck. Although we didn't date until our senior year, I knew Marcie all through college, yet I hadn't heard her ever talk about strip poker games, let alone skinny dipping. So, I asked her out loud, "Was that when you lived in the house with Jenny and them?" "Yeah," she answered, "and, living with Jenny and Kelly, you can imagine that we had a lot of guys hanging around." "Jenny and Kelly," Jeff said with a nostalgic inflection in his voice, "Did you think they were as attractive as your Marcie?" "No," I responded, "but, if truth be told, they also looked pretty good in a bathing suit." "Man," Jeff remarked to Marcie, "your place must have been the 'home of the whoppers.'" "All except Sue. She's always been kind flat, wasn't she, honey?" Marcie said, leaning back a little into the edge of the deck. Then she added, "That's probably why she didn't get many dates. Flatsies usually don't." "You shouldn't be so mean to poor, titless women like Sue," Travis scolded her, "You should be kind because nature has been so generous with you." "I guess you're right," she said contritely. "I am right," he said, "and you also should be generous in return." "In what way?" she asked. "You should go up to our room and share them with us." She smirked and said, "I figured that's what you meant." Mack said, "Well, how 'bout it?" "I really shouldn't," Marcie replied. ght!" cheered Jeff, "There's improvement -- she didn't say no." "That sure as hell doesn't mean yes," Marcie countered, relieving my fears. "Give her another beer," said Travis crassly, "I'm buying, and guess who's flying." Marcie quickly stood up, got out, and walked to the cooler. Bending over, she said, "These are the last 4." "Baby," Mack said, "we've been generous sharing our beer, so it's the least you could do." Making no response, she just handed out the beers. But when she bent over to hand Travis his, he held his hand over hers for a moment, taking in an extra long look at her hanging breasts, as he asked, "Are you selfish?" "No," she said assertively, "I'm married." In light of my wife's continued refusals, I was beginning to feel more at ease with the situation. So, as she sat down next to me again, I jokingly whispered, "I think you're being pretty generous already with all that your showing in that bikini." "I don't know about that," Marcie replied aloud, looking down at her top. "About what?" asked Jeff. "My husband thinks I'm giving you guys a generous view just by wearing this top." Then, she grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled up on them, causing her boobs to bounce, as she said think this leaves plenty to the imagination." "Especially in your case," said Jeff, "plenty." The guys started up their own conversation again. Marcie looked at me and smiled. She leaned into me, pushing her breast against my arm, and whispered, "I think I might be willing to do it, if you really want me to." I sat there surprised and confused as I thought about what she just said. "Do you really want me to?" she asked, rubbing my dick again under the water. It was semi-hard, and she tugged it a little. I put my hand on her thigh and gave her a squeeze. "Maybe we should think about it?" I said, concerned. "We leave today," she said, "and being away on vacation is the perfect time. Besides," she continued, still tugging me, "I want to see the looks on their faces." I whispered, "I don't know if I want it to really happen or just want to fantasize about it." "Well, honey," she said slowly and a little more loudly, "I am wearing the right outfit." Then, as she looked in my eyes with a sexy smile, she slid her fingers along the seam of her top just like the woman in the video took a swig of her beer and looked back toward the guys. "So," she said, "do you guys spend every weekend hanging around this pool harassing women?" "Most every," said Jeff. "Do your lines ever work?" she asked. "You'd be surprised," said Travis. There was silence, then he continued, "A couple days ago, Thursday night, near closing time, a woman gave us a flash." "Right here?" asked Marcie, with a surprised tone. "Yep," replied Jeff. Marcie said innocently, "That's kind of slutty, especially for a married woman. Was she married?" Pointing, Travis responded, "Her husband was sleeping ten feet away in that room right there." "Were there other people around?" Marcie asked, sounding concerned. "Just a few guys over at the bar," Jeff answered. "What a slut!" cried Marcie. I figured she was playing it up for my benefit. "What's the big deal?" responded Mack, "Thousands of married women flash their tits at Mardi Gras and other festivals. It's fun for everybody involved." "Is that right?" Marcie said cynically, as she pinched me playfully on m . "Yeah," Travis said, "when that chick on Thursday flashed us, she looked like she was having fun." "What about her husband?" asked Marcie, taking a drink out of her beer. "He wasn't involved, as I said," Travis answered off-handedly, gesturing toward the nearby hotel room. "And we had fun too," he continued, "even though she wasn't stacked like you." "Yeah," said Jeff, picking up Travis's point, "she had little bazoogies, compared to your jumbo bazoombas. You probably would have considered her a 'flatsy,' but it still made our day." After a moment, Marcie asked, "If a woman flashed you bazoombas like mine, would that make your whole weekend?" "That would make our whole year," Travis answered. Marcie giggled, and Travis said, gesturing with his hands on his chest as though he were pulling down a bikini top, "C'mon, Marcie, just a quick flash." "I could never flash in public," she answered indignantly. Not missing a beat, Travis replied, "Then, we can go to our room." "No," she responded poutingly, and Mack said, "She's back to 'no.'" Marcie then said, "I don't want to go to your room." Travis, after taking a moment to make sure he had heard her correctly, said, "Then we'll do it in your room." The air was heavy while we awaited her response. Now standing at the moment of truth, I suddenly understood my mixed emotions: I realized that, in my fantasy, my wife -- or, more accurately, the female character -- is just a symbolic figure and is not actually my Marcie as a real, live person in real life. I understood that I didn't truly want this to happen, so I looked over to Marcie and leaned toward her to tell her. Turning away from me, she looked at Travis, giggled a little, and said, "Okay." Her word sounded in my head with a thud. "Let's go then," said Travis, getting out of the hot tub. Marcie got out also, and I followed. At our chairs, I noticed an excited, sexy look in her eyes, but when Travis approached, she put on an innocent expression. Marcie picked up her robe and started to put it on. Travis said, "No, leave it off." But she continued, putting it all the way on, and said, "I'm cold." "Good, I like you that way," Travis told her, "Now take it off." He reached out and held the cloth above the shoulder areas of the robe. As he helped her out of her robe, she looked at me and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this." After Mack and Jeff had walked up to us, Travis took a long look at Marcie's nipples, which were erect, and I wondered whether it was from the cold air or her excitement. "Yeah, we like you that way," said Travis admiringly, as he draped her robe over his forearm. "Come on," he continued, "let's go to the bar. We need some more beer because we want to enjoy it when you show us those big f ' tits." "That's kinda crude!" Marcie complained. "That's just crude talk, baby," he replied, "You're the one who's showing 'em. Let's get going." He turned and headed toward the bar, followed by Jeff and Mack, leaving us behind as Marcie put on her sandals. While I felt a little tingle of excitement, I also had a hollow feeling in stomach. So, I asked Marcie, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Why not?" she replied, nonchalantly. "Well, for one thing, we don't know these guys." "That's the whole point. That's why a vacation is the perfect time to live out a fantasy." "But these guys seem to have a mean edge to them," I told her, "I'm a little worried because I don't think they respect you." "They seem like nice guys," she replied reassuringly, "they just like tits, that's all. Besides, we'll be out of town in a few hours and never see them again." We started walking and met up with the guys who had stopped to wait for us. Looking at Marcie's bust, Mack slapped Travis on the back and said, "You did it again, and I think this is your best work yet." "Thank you -- I guess," said Marcie with a laugh. Then, she asked, "Is this an everyday thing for you guys?" Travis answered, "We get a lot of willing married bitches to do one thing or another, but they're not usually as big titted as you." Marcie looked at me and said, "See how they talk to your wife, a respectable married woman." "It's your buy," Travis told me, and I reached in my bag and pulled out a $20. "And it's your fly again, 'respectable married woman,'" he said, as he folded the bill longways and stuck it in her cleavage, leaving it there. I couldn't believe this, and, judging by the surprised look on Marcie's face, it seemed she was also taken aback. She looked down at the bill sticking up from her bust, then looked back up at Travis. She smiled, snatched the bill, a ked, "Bud?" "That's right, babe," he answered. We reached the bar, and seated there, among others, were the two salesmen from the night before. One of them said loudly, "Here she is," and Mack went over to talk to them. Marcie stepped up to the bar and said, "Five Buds, please." "You got it," the bartender responded. "We're all going up to the room," Travis mentioned to the bartender, who gave him a knowing look and said, "Nice robe." Travis said, "It's hers." As we waited for the beers, Marcie just stood there with her erect nipples visible under her top. Travis stared at Marcie's chest with a lustful leer, and everyone there at the bar noticed. Aware of his staring, Marcie turned and looked him in the eye. He looked back at her with a self-satisfied grin. She gave him a feint smile in return. Then, from the direction of the salesmen, I heard Mack say the words, "titty show," after which the one salesman said, "Lucky bastards." Marcie paid the bartender, and we headed to our room. Marcie asks, "Now that you're done showing me off, can I have my robe back?" Travis answered, "No, I'm enjoying the look of your tits and nips in that top even more now, because I know I'm gonna see 'em out of it soon." We kept walking, and then Marcie said, "You guys act like this is some cheap strip show with me as the lead act." I couldn't tell from my wife's tone whether she was just saying that for effect or whether that was how she truly felt. It was how I truly felt, though, and I began wondering if we should go through with it. Travis said to Marcie, "You probably consider yourself a slut." Marcie made no response, so, in her defense, I said, "She's a grown woman who's secure with what she's got." Ignoring me, Travis said to her, "I had a feeling when I first saw you that you'd show if we tried hard enough. And then when you came back this morning, especially with that bikini, I knew that you were coming back for more than just talk." "No, I wasn't," she retorted, "I was just trying to relax a little before our flight home." Travis said, "And we want you to relax a little, baby -- with your top off." Then, he remarked to Jeff, "We had to work hard for those juggs, but it's gonna be well worth it." I grabbed Marcie's elbow to stop her. As the others walked on, I asked, "Honey, you don't have to go through with this. These guys are assholes." "I can't back out now," she answered, "But you're right about them being assholes: they talk to me like I'm some whore they just bought for an hour." I was becoming unnerved and said in an angry tone, "What did you expect when you agreed to do it? Besides, you started it all by wearing that bikini to the hot tub and then playing off their comments." "Yeah, and you know why I did it," she replied sharply, taking a sip of her beer, "I didn't hear you objecting too much." "But, honey," I replied, "maybe it should just be left as a fantasy. You seem a little nervous." "I am," she said, "but you're probably looking forward to it." I noticed that Travis had stopped at the foot of the stairs and was turning around. I said quietly to her, "Don't do it for me." Just as she replied, "Okay," Travis yelled, "What's going on? You're not gonna back out, are you?" Giving my wife an excuse, I responded, "Marcie has the prerogative to change her mind; she is a woman." "She'd be a prick tease, if she did that, getting us all excited and then not following through." I was offended by his lewd statement, but Marcie called back to him, "A prick tease?! I've never been a prick tease. I said I'll do it, and I will." Travis said, "I like a girl who finishes what she starts." She walked on towards them, and I followed, thinking to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this," for here I was playing a supporting role as my wife, for the first time since our marriage, was about to show other men her naked breasts. The guys waited for us to reach them. When we did, Travis gestured up the stairs and said, "After you." Marcie went past him, and I tried to follow, but he stopped me and went behind her himself, followed by the other 2 guys. Travis told her, "Shake it for me, baby." She stopped, looked back over her shoulder, and said, "I thought it was my tits you guys wanted to see." He answered, "That's right, baby, but first, as an appetizer, I want you to tease us by shakin' that tight ass as you go up the stairs." Saying nothing, she turned around, reached her hands out to the railings, and began climbing the stairs with a very seductive sway of her hips. Travis said, "Good girl," and followed her up the stairs, watching her bikini-clad butt the whole way. At the top, she stood and waited for us. As I reached the top, Travis said to me, "Your wife shakes her ass good, like a street hooker. Which way?" Startled by his comment, I had trouble comprehending that his question was about the location of our room. "Uhh, this way," I said, pointing. "After you," he said again, gesturing to Marcie. "Could've guessed that," she responded, as she headed down the walkway, resuming her sexy walk. "That a girl, strut it like a whore." Travis said, following her. She continued to the door of our room, where she stopped and said, "Honey, can I have the key?" As I walked up to hand it to her, Travis told her, "Your ass gets me going." "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said casually, as she pushed the door open and stood waiting for me. "Now get it going into the room," he said, slapping her butt. She strutted into the room, followed by the rest of us. I had become very concerned by the butt shakes and the butt slap, and I began to wonder about the guys' intentions. I figured I should eliminate any confusion or lack of communication, so, after shutting the door behind me, I said, "Just so we're all on the same page here, she's agreed to flash her breasts, and that's the deal." "She sure did," Travis said, "even though it's so 'slutty,' to use her words." Marcie giggled a little. I didn't like his remark, so I replied, "Marcie may like to make things interesting once in a while, but she is not a slut." "No," Travis said, "she's just a wife who likes to show strange men her big tits. I understand." "Good," I said. Marcie took a drink out of her beer as she looked into Travis's eyes. Travis said, "It's time," as he put his hand on Marcie's back and guided her over to the bed. He slapped her butt, then slapped the top of the bed and said, "Plant your ass here." She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Travis took her beer from her. "Hey," she cried, "can't a girl have a drink of beer before she has to flash?" "Sure, baby," Travis said, handing her back her beer. "I still can't believe I'm doing this," she said, as she took another drink. I could tell that, this time, she was saying it for effect, most likely for my benefit. Travis took her beer from her again and then turned around and handed it to me. I put it on top of the desk behind me. Marcie was surrounded by the 3 men, with a guy on each side and barrel-bellied Travis in front of her. "Now," said Travis, "show us those big tits that you've been teasing us with all day." "I told you I don't tease," she replied in a cute voice. "Well," Mack said, "at least not anymore you don't. Show us." She looked at me. Then, just like the woman in my fantasy video, she began running her fingers along the edges of her top. She looked straight into Travis's eyes and said, "I can't believe I'm about to show you 3 men my big tits?" She then bit her lip lightly, which is exactly what the woman in the video did, although I had forgotten that part. She cast a brief glance in my direction and then pulled the material of her top down and quickly pulled it back up. She looked at Travis, smiled, and said, "There, I did it. Did you guys like 'em?" I felt a rush along my spine and a twitch in my pants. I also felt fulfilled in my fantasy. I noticed that my wife, in her haste, had not repositioned her top in its proper place, because I could see her tan line just above where the edge of her top pushed into her soft bosom. So, I gestured at her chest and said, "Honey, your -- ah -- top there." Travis said, "Oh, c'mon, baby, don't be so stingy with those big tits. We want to fully enjoy 'em." Without looking over at me, Marcie responded, "Isn't that how they do it at Mardi Gras?" Travis replied, "But they don't go to a private room first. This makes things different." Marcie said, "Is that so?" There was a pause, then she continued, "Well, my husband wants me to put 'em away right, so I will." Marcie grabbed the top edges of the material of her breast cups and tugged up on them. Her boobs bounced in her top but did not fall into their proper places. She then reached her hand inside her one breast cup, and I figured she was just gonna slide her boob in. But, to my surprise, she grabbed her breast, pushing her fingers well into her breast flesh, and lifted it up a good ways, revealing her nipple and the untanned area around it, and then put it back inside the breast cup. Then, smiling at Travis, she pulled the top of the material up and toward the middle, as if to tuck her breast in. Next, as she began to do the same with her other breast, Travis asked, "Need any help there?" "No," she replied in a cute tone, "I can get 'em back in their boulder holder by myself." Finally, she tugged up a few times on her shoulder straps, which pushed her boobs together snugly inside her top, and then she looked at me innocently and said, "Is that better, honey?" "Yep," I said, clapping my hands in front of myself, "Well, guys, it's been --" "I don't think that's better," Travis interrupted me, saying to Marcie, "How can we answer your question and tell if we like your tits without a good look at 'em. I want that top all the way off." "All the way!?" she replied, sounding surprised. "Let's do it right," he answered. Then, reaching his hand toward her shoulder, he asked, "Need any help there?" Marcie said nothing but just looked at him with a sexy smile. He began to slide her shoulder strap down her arm. She smiled at him even more brightly, as she wiggled her shoulder out from under the strap. He then reached for the other shoulder strap and slid it down her arm. He said, "You didn't really think you would get away with just a quick peek-a-boob like that, did you?" Giggling, she replied, "Well, honestly, no, not the way you guys were talking about them." Then, she reached her hands back behind her, holding them mid-way up her back, which posture caused her chest to jut forward. Realizing that she was about to unclamp her top, I said, "Hey, c'mon, she flashed you. That's enough." As soon as I said this, Marcie looked at me and stopped. Then, she brought her hands in front of herself again, crossed her arms, and held them there firmly. Travis said to me, "We already saw 'em, so what the hell's the difference?" There was a pause. Then, Travis said to Marcie, "You're not gonna back out, are you?" "Never," she said, letting her arms drop to her sides. To my surprise, her top began to drop a little ways off of her boobs but then stopped. Travis reached for it, grasped the edge of the fabric between his fingers, and threw it on the floor behind him, saying, "We won't be needing this anymore." Marcie put her hands behind on the bed and leaned back on them, sticking her chest out. She looked at guys calmly as their drank in the sight of her naked breasts. Without looking at me, Travis said, "Your wife looks pretty good out of her bathing suit too." She said with a smile, "Enjoying yourselves?" Despite all her nervousness earlier, she seemed totally relaxed as she sat there with her top off in front of these men. Her facial expression showed her feelings: at the same time, she seemed amused by the situation yet also proud of herself. Travis looked at her intently and said, "Looks like you were wearing a different top when you got that suntan." Her tan line went just over her puffy nipples and showed only a string line between her breasts. She ran her fingers along the tanlines on her breasts and said, "I don't remember. It might have been this top; they're all cut about the same." "No," Travis replied, "you were wearing a string bikini when you got this tan, as shown by this line here," as he ran his finger along the thin tan line between her breasts, banging his hand against the insides of them. She glanced down at the line and said with a giggle, "I guess you're right." I got nervous. I knew that I wanted to keep the guys in control but didn't want to start an argument; so, staying cool, I said with a laugh, "Hey, c'mon, she agreed to give you guys a show, not a feel." Travis looked at me and said, "We haven't asked her about that yet." He then grabbed both of her boobs and squeezed them a few times. As he did so, he asked in a nice tone, "Baby, can I feel your big tits?" With him still fondling her, Marcie looked up at him and said with a sexy look in her eye, "As my husband said, you're not supposed to do that." I wondered whether Marcie was referencing my objection just for added effect and whether she really expecting Travis to believe her. I realized I was correct when she did nothing to stop him or remove his hand, but just kept leaning back, giving him full access. After a final squeeze, he said, "Right," and then took a step back. Marcie stayed in the same position. Then, Jeff walked up and grabbed her breast, and Mack did the same with her other breast. Marcie looked down at the two hands feeling her boobs and then up at me, and I could tell she was both nervous and excited. Jeff looked over at me and said, "Is it okay if we both feel your wife's big tits?" Before I could make a response, he pulled hard on her nipple, stretching her breast out in front of her. Then, Mack did the same with his breast. Marcie looked at her stretched boobs and said, "Abuse me, why don't you?" Travis stepped back up to the edge of the bed, and the guys let go of her breasts. Travis then said, "C'mon here," as he grabbed her boobs and pulled them toward himself, requiring Marcie to sit up. "Since you showed me yours," he continued, "I'm gonna show you mine," as he quickly pulled down his swim trunks. Out sprung a huge boner, longer and thicker than most I had seen in my porno videos. Marcie said nothing but just stared at it. "Whoa," I said, "that wasn't part of the deal." Travis replied, "I think she wants it to be." He put his hand on the back of Marcie's head and began to rub. His big, ugly hogger of a dick was pointing right at her face, and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off it. Travis said, "Marcie?" She looked up at him, and he, still rubbing her head, said, "Do you want to suck my dick?" Mack said, "She's looking at like she does." "That wasn't part of the deal," Marcie repeated. Supporting her, I added, "She's right. In fact, you've already gotten more than we agreed to." His erection bounced up and down one time. "She'll agree to it," Travis said, "because she wants to. She wants to suck it like the horny slut that she is." There was silence for a second, and I was glad to see Marcie then stand up and walk past me toward the desk. I sensed that she was insulted by Travis's comment, so I protested, "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about." "Thank you, dear," said Marcie, and Travis said, "That may be true, but, hell, she came in here and showed us three guys her tits and even let us feel 'em. I don't know what you call that, but around these parts that makes her slut." I looked back to check Marcie's reaction and saw her take a long swig out of her can of beer. As Travis stood there a few feet from me, he scratched his balls and then stroked his shaft a few times. I couldn't believe this crude asshole. He then said to Marcie, "You started this, so you should finish it." I reminded him a third time, "That wasn't part of the deal, and, besides, no one asked you to show yourself." "I'm a grown man who's secure with what I've got," Travis replied, throwing my own words back at me. From behind me, I heard Marcie say, "You oughta be with a dick like that." She paused then asked, "Are you sure you not from Texas?" Everybody laughed. I noticed Marcie take another long swig and then place her beer can back down on the desk, and I could hear the hollow sound indicating that it was empty. Then, she walked up and stood next to me. Travis reached his arm past me and grabbed Marcie's boob. "So," she asked, "I'm already a slut by local standards?" "That's right," he replied, still kneading her boob hard, "now, if you want it, sit back down there and suck me like one." There was a moment's pause, and then he pulled her nipple, stretching her boob like before. His dick bounced again, as he said harshly, "Slut." I feared we might have a conflict situation developing here, and I began to think how I should respond. I said, "Guys, let's not get nasty. I mean --" but then Marcie interrupted me and said, "I don't think I can do that." "She doesn't do oral anyway," I informed them, playing off her statement. "Well," she said, "it's just that I'm a little out of practice in the last couple years, so I'm not sure how slutty I can make it." She smiled at him, then said, "But, for that dick, I'll sure try." To my shame and horror, she sat down on the bed in front of Travis and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. She gave his dick a few hard yanks, as if she were trying to pull a stuck flag stick out of a golf hole. Then, holding his dick at its base, she opened her mouth, and, as she moved her head toward him, I could see that she was sticking her tongue forward toward the front of her mouth and out a little over her bottom lip. She closed her mouth around the head of his dick and took about half of his length inside her. He breathed out as her tongue slid along the bottom of his shaft. Then, she went back and forth again, this time taking him in deeper. When she pulled back this time, I noticed her cheeks hollow a little, and I could see her lips tighten around him. Then she pulled back up to the head of his dick, dragging her tightened lips slowly along his pole. At the top, she took her mouth off of him, seemed to swallow slightly, and then resumed. This time, she worked her mouth all the way down to the base of his dick, where she stayed for a moment. Then, she pulled off of him and looked up at him. "Suck it faster," he told her, "I wanna see those big tits shake." Marcie did so, and I heard slurping and air-popping sounds. He reached down to squeeze her tit and then gently pushed her head off his dick. "How am I doing?" she asked eagerly. "Technique's pretty good so far, but what makes it slutty is when the chick wants it and enjoys it." He walked by me, picking up his beer from the table as he did so. He went to a chair and sat down. He looked at her and said, "If you wanna do it the right way, then get on your knees before me and tell me that you want it." Saying nothing, Marcie sat there on the bed and looked at him blankly, and, fearing she was offended, I wondered what I should do. Then, Travis said, "Let's go, suck slut, if you want it, get on your knees for it." She sighed, then stood up and began walking toward him. As she passed me, I put my hand on her tummy and said, "You don't have to do this, you know." She stopped, looked at me, and said, "I know, I guess I kinda want to. Sorry, honey." She gave me a little kiss and then walked on and knelt down at Travis's feet. "If you want it, tell me," said Travis. "I want it," she answered obediently but with a slight, nervous cracking of her voice. "Why?" he asked arrogantly. "Because it's so big," she answered. "Will you enjoy it?" he asked, demeaning her further. "Yes," she replied, "a lot. It'll be my pleasure to suck your big cock." When he said nothing further, she asked, "Can I get back to work now?" Travis laughed, as did the other guys, and he said, "As you wish." Immediately, she went all the way down on him again. At the base of his dick, she moved her mouth from side to side. As she did this, she turned her eyes up toward his. Travis said, "You like your mouth full of cock, don't you, slut?" I noticed what appeared to be the beginning of a smile forming on her mouth as it slid back up his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, and it looked like she was breathing in with each upward motion. Then, holding his pole against his abdomen, she made one long lick from the bottom of his sack all the way to the tip of his dickhead. She licked up and down the underside of his dick a few times. Then, she lowered her mouth back down to his sack and proceeded to suck it lightly, before taking his cock back into her mouth. Travis looked down at her and said, "You don't seem out of practice to me." "It's like riding a bike," she replied, and he told her, "I wanna feel those big tits pushed into me." Marcie pushed her breasts down onto his thighs as she continued working on his dick. Travis ran his hands through her blonde hair and pulled a strand out to either side. "You sure are a pretty, little cocksucker," he said. "All you men think a woman's pretty when your dick's in her mouth," Marcie replied in a tone of raunchiness I had never heard from her before. Travis laughed and said, "That's true." A moment later, he added, "And when I saw you at the pool this morning in that bikini, I knew you'd be on your knees later with my dick in your mouth." "I didn't," she said, "but here I am." As I watched her, I could not believe that my wife was on her knees performing for this man whom she barely knew an act of sexual gratification that she had refused me the few times that I had requested it since we started dating. She happened to glance over at me and must have read my thoughts on my face. Putting her finger on the tip of his dick, she pushed it to the side, looked at the full length of his cock and said, "Sorry, honey, it's just that a girl doesn't get one this big very often." "How often?" asked Travis. "Never, as for me, but I've sucked some close." This comment, along with everything else that day, made me realize that my wife was much more sexually experienced that I had previously thought. After a little more sucking, Marcie said, "I think this big dick likes me." "Yeah, baby," Travis answered, reaching down to grab her tit, "now treat it right and suck it slutty." She began to rub his sack as she went up and down on his shaft. She gently cupped his balls and pushed them up to touch them against her lips when she was all the way down on him. Travis said, "I'm getting close. You want it in your mouth, slut?" She nodded. Hearing this, I interjected, "I don't think that's a good idea." Mack said, "Make her ask for it, like the slut that she is." Travis said to Marcie, "You heard him; ask for it if you want it." Marcie looked at Travis and said, "I do. I want to taste it." She gave his balls a quick kiss and said, "Please cum in my mouth." She then resumed sucking him. He leaned his head back, and he appeared to be close to orgasm. Soon, he exhaled, and his knees shook. It was obvious that he was ejaculating, but my wife did not vary her pace, as she continued her bobb hythm. After about another minute, Marcie pulled off of him and looked up at him with her nice smile. He said, "You made all gone. Taste good?" "Not really," she answered, "it tasted like cum." "Now clean me up," he told her. She then licked him all over his dick and finished with a kiss on his cockhead. After that, Marcie sat back on her haunches with her hands on her knees, resting. Travis extended his hand toward her and said, "Stand up, slut." She did, and he guided her over toward Jeff and Mack and said, "I'm handing you off to my 2 buddies. Take care of 'em." Marcie said, "Hold on, I need a drink of beer to wash your cum down with." She grabbed my beer and took a drink. Jeff said to me, "Don't worry, we won't spunk in her mouth." Then, he told Marcie, "We're gonna dump our loads on your face." She asked, "Is that what sluts do around these parts, take it on their face?" Travis answered, "Around these parts, sluts do as they're told." Jeff told her, "Lay down on bed with your head near the edge." She did, lying down in the middle of the bed, but Jeff said, "No, slide over here in the corner, so we can both get a shot at you." After she slid over, Jeff stroked her hair softly, as she looked up at him. Mack walked up and stood next to her opposite Jeff. As she lay there, I thought to myself how beautiful she was, with all of her lovely, blonde hair resting on the bed framing her smiling face. By now, both guys had their dicks out and were holding them over her. Mack rubbed his the head of dick on her nipple and then held it to her lips. "Kiss it," he told her. She did, and then Jeff held his out, and she kissed it. Jeff asked, "Are you out of practice at this too?" "I've never done it," she replied, "just seen it on videos." She must have been referring to my private hardcore collection that I enjoy and have on occasion shared with her, although she never seemed much turned on by them. 5205 1.37/512345