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Well, our sexual exploits continued much the same for a while with slight deviations here and there. My wife became more brazen in her attempts to bring me off in public. It was almost like the effects of a strong narcotic. She needed it to fuel her own desires. And she had to have more of it! Each time she succeeded in making me spurt off in my drawers, the more exciting it was for her. She told me she'd also achieve an orgasm whenever she would jack me off through my pants with other people around.
She guessed it had to do with the risk of being caught doing something so nasty and so naughty to a man in a public place, and having to explain her actions. You know?..."Nice girls don't smoke, and they just don't go around putting their hand on a man's thing in his pants with the intent of beating him off to a climax!"
She also loved the feeling of power she had over me while performing such a down-and-dirty act! She got off on teasing me almost to the point of a ripping orgasm and then, with a saucy smile, remove her hand from my tented britches just to see what I'd do! There were times where I had to grab my cock through my slacks to bring myself off when she'd do that! This was also a spectacle she enjoyed a great deal. DAMN! She could be SUCH A BITCH sometimes... and I LOVED IT!
Anyway, our little games began to take on new dimensions. Theatrics came into being! We planned scenes and acted out sexual plays to be performed at home, or in public. These plays were based on mutual fantasies. First, the idea would be conceived. Then, discussions on detail took place... the where, when and how of it all. Direction and dialogue would be easy. They would develop spontaneously on location during the play.
The plot would form as a result of our interaction, also to happen on location. Just discussing the details would turn us on so much, we'd have to move the conference into the bedroom. Becky liked being the dictatorial director in these discussions. I would lick and suck her wet pussy, playing the 'yes' man, while she smoked and talked about the production.
One time, we staged this whole scene where I went to this out-of-the-way bar we had discovered while on vacation the year before. It's located in a Jersey shore community that's normally quiet for most of the year. But come summer, it becomes a raunchy party haven for mostly college kids looking to let their hair down during break.
Anyway, this bar is always jam packed with people. The music is too loud. Everybody's sloshed, horny and there for the same purpose. To boink ... or to be boinked! AH! The perfect place to stage our little 'sex act!'
After days of talking about it, the 'big night' finally arrived! Discussion was kept to a minimum on exactly what we planned on doing, once there. We were to act out a scene of a 'barfly' and a guy, who's just minding his own business, meeting for the first time. I got there before Becky, as planned, and waited with a semi-hard johnson.
Foaming at the pants, with the thought of what might happen here tonight! I sat at the bar, nursing a scotch, with my eyes riveted on the front doors and waiting for Becky's entrance to begin this little play. The wait was a long one! An hour slowly ticked by, and still no Becky.
I began to worry that she was caught up in work and had forgotten our plans for the evening. Another Hour torturously dragged on as I watched the bar fill to capacity with mostly horny guys out for a lay. This made me nervous. What if she comes in and I'm not able to get to her in time? I'd have to pull some slobbering fraternity brat off of her.
I started to get angry. WHERE WAS SHE, DAMN IT? I just started to get up to call her at work when in she walked, looking as slutty as the day is long... or should I say, as my dick is long. My cock quickly stiffened into a raging erection as my eyes rolled over her sexy form! I realized why she was late in getting there. She was busy at home, preparing her costume and make-up for our play. She certainly didn't go to work looking that way.
My eyes were burning into her tits. Me and every other single guy in that bar! I knew that I would have to work fast. If I didn't, I would wind up having to fight for her attention. Our eyes met, only momentarily, as she made her way through the smoky bar to a somewhat private booth.
MY GOD! She looked like sex itself with her hair all wild and her face made-up! The low-cut black dress she wore clung to her wanton form like plastic wrap. Every nuance, every curve accented in black velvet, was there for discerning eyes to behold. She wore my favorite slutty earrings and scathingly slutty four inch heels... She shot the works... or she was going to... if I had anything to do with it!
My cock was giving her a standing ovation. If it had hands, it would be applauding! She pushed ALL the right buttons with just her looks and especially her actions. She sat down in the booth, lit a cigarette and exhaled through ovaled red lips as she threw her head back slightly.
She slowly brought her head back down and looked straight at me while moistening her full lips with her tongue. It was all I could do to keep from shooting off right then and there! I gathered my wits, and my drink, and started to make my way across the room. I pushed my way through the crowd over to her table and stood next to her as she sat there looking so fucking hot! My swollen cock had already started to leak and the wet spot was clearly visible.
I stood next to her in silence for a long time just taking in this lusty vision. She was paying no attention to me... but I knew she was waiting for my next move. For a while, all I could do was to stand there, very close to her, and drip.
Finally, after clearing my throat, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She wasn't facing me when she took a drag from her cigarette. But then, she turned her head and blew a thick cloud of smoke at my stiffly pointing cock while looking right at the bulbous head!
I couldn't stop it if I tried. I spurted hard through my trousers, without being touched, right there in front of her sexy face as she did that. My slacks were thin and I hadn't worn any underwear, as usual.
The first hard shots coursed through the fabric and dripped on her skirt and down to her heels. She finished her exhale, looked up at me and said, "Sure, I'll have what you're having."
And with that, she leaned over and placed her lips around the head of my spurting prick through my fucking pants! My back was to the crowded room. There was so much noise and so much going on, no one seem to notice Becky sucking off my stiff spurting pecker through the slacks. You know what? At that point I wouldn't have cared!
She leaned back, licking her lips, and admired the fresh lipstick mark made in the shape of an 'O' around the head wetly pushing out the material.
"Why don't you sit down and order that drink for me," she said as she grabbed the head of my cock, "And we'll see what we can do about your...er... ah, 'problem.'"
Well, you can guess what happened the rest of our stay there! She brought me off two more times while I fingered her pussy under the table. This time, plenty of people noticed my cum-stained trousers as I led my hot wife to the door. But, I didn't care one bit!
On our way back, we couldn't keep our hands off each other! I took her home and fucked her first in the garage on top of the car with her skirt flung up and me, with my cock sticking out of my open fly. Then we moved to our bedroom where I proceeded to screw her through the damn bedsprings time and time again! Our lovemaking that night was rough... fast and urgent.