The anticipation of the evening's events had kept Jack semi-hard all afternoon, and by the time Kelli arrived to collect him, his undershorts were fairly wet with spots of pre-cum. He thought it would be more exciting to go to a nearby city to have their fun. Besides, if they ran into any of the men who'd attended the previous night's show, he didn't want them to think that his wife was some sort of whore for hire. She was his whore, and his alone.

Thirty minutes later they pulled up at a convenience store. Jack cast a critical eye over his wife. Following his orders, she'd made herself up for a night on the town, with lipstick, makeup, perfume and everything. She wore her long hair up on her head, and had a thin gold chain around her neck. The black minidress revealed a nice amount of cleavage. And when he flipped the short hem up, he saw that her slit was well trimmed and ready for action. She wore no stockings, but her high heels helped to accentuate her slim, long legs. Despite the fact that she now sat in a public parking lot with her pussy in full view, she appeared to be totally unconcerned. That would change soon enough.

"Tonight I'm going to have you do some things you'd never dream of doing. And unlike last night, when you had the wine to help loosen your inhibitions, you're going to have to do this all on your own. But no matter how scared you are, you will do it. Because I'm telling you to. In fact, I'm going to be taking pictures of you doing it. So you better learn to enjoy it, and quick. Basically, I'm going to be sharing your beauty with the rest of the world. You're going to be a flasher, an exhibitionist. You're going to give the rest of the world a look at all the private bits that you so easily showed to your favorite church fuck. You'll do it all without argument or complaint, because I say so, and because those 40 spanks I still owe you could easily double to 80, or more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she answered thinly. From the whiteness of her fingers as she gripped the steering wheel, Jack could see that his wife did indeed have problems with this idea. But he wouldn't get any trouble from her. But this next part . . .

"Oh. And just so you know. I didn't let you sleep in this morning. You overslept. You forgot to be my little oral alarm clock. So I was late to work. And since I'm going to have to pay for that, so are you. So tonight, in between your many appearances before your adoring public, you're going to show me that you still know how to suck. You'll do me whenever I say, in public or not. Now, is that understood?"

This time she could only nod her head, the shocked look of disbelief warring with her belief that he really wouldn't do that. Would he?

"Your first assignment is here," he said, returning his attention to the convenience store. "You'll go to the chip aisle. When you get there, bend over and get some chips from the bottom shelf, making sure that your dress hikes up high enough so everyone can see your pussy. When we're done with that, go to the soda cooler and do the same thing. When you get to the counter, take this $10 bill out of your purse and let it accidentally fall to the floor. When you bend over to pick it up, make sure the guy behind the counter gets a good look at your tits." He reached over and undid the neck strap on her dress. "There. That'll make sure the top isn't too confining."

"Are you, um, you're coming with me?" she asked, the fear noticeable in her voice.

"I'll be right behind you, taking pictures all the way."

Jack watched as she automatically adjusted the hem of her dress before going into the store, then caught herself and grinned sheepishly at him.

Inside the store Kelli nervously moved through the aisles. Jack was just about to admonish her when he noticed two twelve-year-old girls walk up to the counter. No, it wouldn't be good to be flashing in front of a couple of minors. When they finally left the store, he had to hurry to the chip aisle, arriving just in time to grab a picture of his wife mooning the freezer case, the thin slit of her cunt perfectly visible in the garish flourescent light. He followed her to the front counter, catching a priceless photo of the shocked clerk getting a great view of his wife's full tits literally spilling out of her tight dress. Speaking of minors, the clerk appeared to be barely old enough to in college. But from his wolfish grin, he was certainly old enough to appreciate a nice set of tits.

From there Jack headed over to a nearby mall, taking care to park near the enclosure that surrounded the garbage dumpsters. Without caring who might see, he ordered her to take off the black dress and don the long white shirt. Thigh-high stockings and white heels completed her outfit. As she leaned over to get out of the car, he pulled her back and kissed her forcefully, his tongue lashing the inside of her mouth. With no regard for her comfort, he pressed his fingers inside her cunt, not at all surprised to find her dripping wet.

"It looks as if you like this more than you're letting on. That's OK. Just remember who's in charge!" As he said it, he pushed his thumb into her ass, smiling as she gasped and squirmed at the intrusion.

The mall proved to be mostly empty, which made it easier to flash without getting caught, but also seemed to drain some of the fun from it, at least to Jack's way of thinking. After having his wife expose her tits in various stores and restaurants, he decided to try for bigger game. At an exclusive woman's shoe store, he struggled hard to keep from laughing as the salesman fitted his wife with new heels, the man's eyes drawn again and again to her bare pussy. At the sporting goods store, she tested out some new putters, her actions drawing some especially appreciative attention as she bent to collect the golf balls. And at a jewelry store, she had several salesmen vying for her business as she repeatedly bent way over the cases, her nipples almost leaving marks on the glass.

Excited by the attention but still restless, he dragged her into one of the supply hallways behind the shops. With concrete walls and floor, no ceiling, and none of the aesthetic touches of the outside mall, the slightest sound echoed and carried forever.

"Hands on the wall and spread 'em," he ordered, pushing the garment up to expose her ass. Whack! The sound of his hand on her ass sped through the corridor. Whack! Whack! Whack! He paused to look at his wife and found her face was pinker than her ass. She was blushing!

"If you think that's embarrassing, try this," he said, pushing the garment up past her tits, so that it was bunched between her breasts and armpits. Whack! Whack!

Finally a nearby door opened and a teen of no more than twenty exited. His look of confusion split into a huge grin as he began to comprehend the scene before him. A busty blond, spread eagle against a wall, her ass and tits exposed, and a man slowly but enthusiastically spanking her. Jack waved him over, and as the teen approached, reached down and spread his wife's pussy lips apart.

"My wife needs to learn a lesson. Wanna help?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jack gave Kelli a final slap and stepped aside, gesturing for the teen to take his place.

"You can give her about ten. If it'll help you get in the groove, feel free to give her nips a quick twist. It seems she likes the feel of another man's hands on her body."

As if afraid Jack might change his mind, the teen reached up and began playing with Kelli's hanging tits, pushing and pulling at them so much that they quivered ceaselessly. Then, after softly caressing the globes of her ass, he let his hand fall half-heartedly on her skin with a sound that could barely be heard.

"No, no," Jack jumped in. "She really needs to feel it. Don't be afraid to really let fly. Plus, if you do a good job, I'll let you have something special from her."

Emboldened by the promise, the teen really let fly. Whack! Whack! Whack! Jack watched as the big, meaty hand worked his wife's ass to a glowing red. He knew from experience that the guy's hand had to be stinging by now.

As the youth finally stood aside, Jack moved around to look Kelli in the face. Small rivulets of tears stained her cheeks; whether from embarrassment or pain he couldn't tell. She glared at him, but was too well trained to voice her protest. Oh, well, some experiences were bound to be worse than others. Staring straight into her eyes, he said vengefully, "I think my wife got the point. Now for your reward. You can either eat her nice ripe pussy in the position she's in. Or . . . she can turn around and you can suck her tits for a while." Kelli's eyes grew wide for a moment, and then her face took on a blank quality as she accepted his orders.

"Jugs. I like jugs!" the teen exclaimed, his hands already on her hips to turn her. With an urgent leer he was upon her, his mouth excitedly seeking and capturing her erect nipples. At first both his hands squeezed her flesh with abandon, but soon his right hand had drifted down to her hips, and then to pinch and rub her rump.

"Go ahead and play with her pussy," Jack instructed. "It's the only action this slut's gonna see there tonight."

Suddenly remembering the camera, Jack took a few shots as the youth ravaged his wife's breasts, leaving her wet with spit. He had two fingers poked deep inside her cunt, and used the rest of his hand to savagely explore her most intimate region. Through it all Kelli kept her eyes clenched shut. Finally Jack put an end to it, touching the guy on the shoulder as a signal to let up. Grinning madly, the teen stepped back, his hand reluctantly leaving her steamy slit.

"Have a nice day," Jack said to him nonchalantly, taking his wife by the arm as he pulled her shirt back down. "Don't forget to wash your hands!" he called back as he led her away.