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   For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled
about my wife I will give you some background and a description.  I found
my wife when she was only eighteen.  She was, and still is, beautiful.  She
has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders.  Her breasts
are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag.  Each breast is
tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles
around her protruding hard nipples.  Her tight stomach is flat and her ass
is hard and round.  She always keeps her pussy shaved, with just a small
area of hair above her clit.  Her pussy lips are equally amazing.  They are
long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets
excited.
   I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always
keep myself in good shape.  My best attribute was my cock.  I am slightly
over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous
mushroom-like head.  What my wife, and on occasion other women, always
appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft.  It stays around
seven inches, even when `flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the
tightest holes.
   This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates.  I also
took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag
on and on.  Everything that she does and everything that happens in this
story has happened to her, in the way it is presented.  Enjoy:
   Chapter 2 - Finding Her Limits:
   We left the resort early and drove home.  Almost immediately, after we
got home that afternoon, we were in bed.  I fucked her pussy until we
passed out from exhaustion.  When I woke up the next day, she was working
my cock down her throat.  The site of her pushing her mouth down my shaft
brought me to full erection.  It took her several minutes, but she
eventually managed to get my entire cock down her throat.  Her chin parted
my balls every time her head bobbed down on me.  The feeling was amazing.
She was the first woman I had found that could do what she was
doing...deep-throating my nine-inch cock.  The feeling of her pouty full
lips running up and down my cock was more than I could stand.  It didn't
take me long to reach climax.  When I did, I grabbed her head and held it
down.  I don't know if she even needed to swallow, I was so far down her
throat.  She massaged my balls, while I spurt a quart of goo into her
stomach.
   Eventually, I let her up for air.  She took a long breath and then went
back to sucking the head of my cock.  After a couple minutes more of
sucking, she straddled my body and started riding my cock.  Almost
immediately, she started rubbing her clit with her fingers.  The action
drove her to orgasm.
   "Oh, God," she cried.  Her panting slowed and she stopped circling her
clit for a second.  I reached up and fondled her giant tits, pulling
lightly on her nipples.
   "Do it again," I encouraged.
   She smiled at me and reached back down.  She came six more times before
my cock started to fully harden again.  I pushed her off me and turned her
over on the bed.  When she was on her stomach, I took hold of her hips and
pulled her up onto her knees.  I slammed into her from behind.  She
continued to moan and groan.  I reached down to her shoulders and pulled
her face up out of the pillows.  Now on her hands and knees, her tits waved
around violently as I fucked her from behind.
   Suddenly, I pulled out of her and pushed my cock up the crack of her
ass. After rubbing it up and down several times, I pulled it back and put
the enlarged head at the entrance to her ass.  Slowly, I pushed forward.
   "Oh, God..." she moaned.  "Oh, go slow.  It is so big.  Please, go slow.
Oh, God..."
   Thinking she might still be a little sore from the week of pounding she
had just taken during our honeymoon, I complied with her wishes, and pushed
slowly into her ass, but I didn't stop until my balls were resting against
her swollen pussy lips.  Then I took her ass.  I went at it hard and fast
until I burst deep inside her.  I fell to her side on the bed, out of
breath.  She got up and returned a minute later with a wet washcloth.  She
cleaned us both up and then got back in bed with me.  I kissed her deeply.
   We stayed naked for three more days, fucking continually, stopping only
to eat and sleep.
   As I got to know her better, I got her to confide in me.  She told me of
her secret fantasies and desires.  She told me that even as a small girl
she was fixated on sex...even before she completely understood what sex
was. She told me that when she saw young she was really turned on by
Dracula stories.  Because Dracula could make you do what he wanted. 
Stories like that, and several other things, convinced me that she was
completely submissive and wanted to be dominated.  She wanted to be
relieved of any responsibility for her actions.  She told me about one of
her fantasies in which she was put under the control of two vampires and
used by them both.  The more I got to know her, the more I knew that I had
made the correct decision.
   I knew I needed to push her limits, and see if I was right, but I wanted
to take my time and slowly progress...have fun with it.  The first thing, I
thought, was to get her used to being topless, and then naked, in front of
other men.  At the nudist resort, everyone was naked so it was not as hard
to be nude...everyone was.  I wanted her to be comfortable being totally
naked while no one else was...totally comfortable with her body in front of
everyone one.  So to start, one Saturday, I told her we were going to the
beach.  We packed for the day out.  She wore her bikini, with a t-shirt and
shorts over it.  We packed an umbrella and a lunch.  I drove her to the
coast.
   When we got there, we walked for a while until I saw the sign.
   "Warning - Entering Clothing Optional Area"
   She looked at me with a surprised look on her face.  I smiled and put my
arm over her shoulder.  "Come on, baby.  This will be fun," I told her. 
She let out a long sigh, but continued to walk with me.  I found a good
area on the beach.  One with lots of people, but not all men.  I planted
the umbrella and opened it up.  After putting down my towel, I dropped my
swim trunks and stood there, letting everyone in the area get a look.  Not
only the women, but also some of the men, stared at my long swinging dick.
"Come on," I told her.
   I moved behind her and pulled her t-shirt up off her.  Then I sat on the
towel and looked up at her.  She stood there for a second, looking down at
me.  I put my hands behind my head and smiled up at her.  "Let's see them,"
I said.
   "You're silly," she said with a laugh.  Then she looked around. 
Eventually deciding that it was okay, she untied her bikini top and pulled
it off.  Then, she quickly sat down on the towel with me.  My topless wife
sat with me for some time, with several men walking passing by us and
staring.  Several of them walked passed many times.  One even stopped and
told Carole, "Thank you," before walking on.
   After a while, I decided that it was time to get more exposure.  So I
said, "Come on, lets go for a walk." She reached for her t-shirt.  "No, you
are fine like that," I told her.
   She gave me a playful frown and said, "Okay, for you."
   "Ah, come on," I said.  "You know it's for you, too.  Admit it."
   "You're silly," she said with a smile.  We stood up and walked down the
beach.  Whenever I saw a man on the beach, I would directed her towards
him, walking a close as possible to him, without looking like we were going
to talk to him.  Men up and down the beach smiled.  So did I.  I loved it.
I could tell that Carole liked it as well, even though she didn't admit it.
   When we got back to our umbrella, she dropped her bikini bottoms before
she sat down on the towel.  I kissed her and said, "I am so proud of you."
   "Silly," she repeated.
   When I thought she had been exposed as much as she was going to be, we
packed up and walked back to the car.  Voluntarily, she stayed completely
naked until we got to the sign.  As soon as we got home, I threw her down
on the bed and fucked her.  She was even more horny than usual.  A great
sign, I thought.
   For the next several months, all through summer, we continually returned
to that beach.  Her body tanned up very nicely, her big round nipples
turning a wonderful shade of light brown.  Her new `freedom' made the sex
was even more amazing than before.
   That October, I surprised her with a trip to Key West, during Fantasy
Fest.  We got a second story hotel room, outside of the big party area, but
it was a nice room.  She was really nervous, but I was really excited.  The
other times I had her exposed, everyone was like that.  This time, most
people would be dressed.  After dinner, we took a taxi to downtown.  Even
though I tried to talk her into a sexier outfit, she insisted on some
shorts, a bra and a t-shirt.
   We walked around, stopped at a couple bars, and drank several drinks
before it got dark.  After we saw a couple women flashing their tits, I
looked at my wife and said, "Your turn."
   "But, how...."
   I pulled her into a crowd and then stood in front of her.  I held out a
long strand of beads.  A couple of guys on either side of me, turned and
watched her.  One of them held out an offering of beads as well.  "Come on,
let's see them," I said.
   Slowly, Carole took the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up to the
bottom of her bra.  Her fingers moved up inside the bra and then she lifted
both up over the tops of her tits.
   "Oh, fuck yeah," I heard a man behind me say.
   The other man offering her beads said, "Damn, those are great titties.
Here ya go, young lady." The man put the beads over her head and onto her
neck.  The feeding frenzy started.  She earned twenty or so strands of
beads standing in one spot.  Eventually, I pulled her along and into the
closest bar.
   "The bra is in the way, isn't it?" I said.
   "Yeah," she said, excitedly.  Then in one smooth move, she pulled it off
one shoulder and then out the t-shirt arm on the other side.  I took it
from her and pushed it into my jeans pocket.  An hour later, and another
thirty or forty strands of beads, I told her that I was getting tired.  We
grabbed a taxi and went back to the room.  Even though I was exhausted from
the day of traveling and the night on the town, we fucked for over an hour.
She was insatiable.
   The next day, we saw some sites and got some sun during the day.  After
dinner, we took the taxi downtown.  This time, she skipped the bra
completely and wore a half-shirt that hung just barely below her tits.  I
swear for the next three hours, that shirt was up around her neck more than
it was down.
   Late in the evening, when she was flashing to a couple people, one of
the men's wives, walked up next to her and started to fondle her tits.  The
guys all took picture after picture as the woman groped my wife.  Several
of the men also took quick feels.  It was awesome.  In the taxi, on the way
home, she surprised me by pulling her shirt off and handing it to me.  She
smiled at the driver as he smiled in the mirror.
   "God, those are so nice," I said loud enough for the driver to hear and
I reached over and cupped them in my hands.  I lifted them up and squeezed.
The rest of the ride was only another couple minutes, but my hands, and the
driver's eyes, never left her tits.
   When we got to the hotel, I took her shirt with me as I got out of the
cab.  She stood next to me as I paid the driver.  He smiled at Carole and
then drove off.  My topless wife walked with me into the elevator and down
the hall to our room.  Unfortunately, we saw no one on the way.
   The next night, she wore a half-shirt that buttoned all the way up the
front.  She started the night all buttoned up.  After a while, she started
to unbutton the top buttons, then she figured out it would be best to just
keep the top one buttoned and unbutton the rest.
   Her tits bounced in and out of the shirt as she walked.  She looked
awesome.
   At one point, some guys came up with a large cardboard sign that had
boob sizes cut out of it.  Carole willingly pushed her tits into the holes
until they announced that she was "A full D." Everyone around applauded and
she held her shirt apart as she moved in a big circle, showing everyone.
   When she was facing away from me, a man moved up to her, cupped her
right tit in his hands, bent down, and kissed the nipple.  Cameras flashed
all around her.  She just stood there and watched him do it.  When he moved
back, another man grabbed her tit and squeezed.  Men moved in from every
direction.  I got moved aside and couldn't see everything, but I could tell
she kept her shirt up as the men groped her.  She ended up with more beads
than she could wear.
   On the ride to the hotel she pulled off her shirt again.  Again, the
cabbie got an eye-full.
   The next night, she wore the same shirt again.  But I was looking to
increase the exposure level, so I took her to a body paint artist.  I told
the guy to use his imagination.  When he was done, my wife's chest was
fully painted with a multicolor splash.  She spent the rest of the night
topless.  Men swooned over her, taking pictures, giving her beads, and
touching her as well.  All the men complemented her and told her how nice
her tits were.  It was wonderful.
   When we got back to the room, she took a shower and washed the paint off
her body.  While she was in the shower, I went out on the balcony.  There
was a small group of boys down below at a picnic table drinking beer.  I
sat and listened to their conversation.  Carole came out a couple minutes
later.  She was wearing some panties and one of my t-shirts.
   "Hey, what are you doing?" She asked me, but she said it loud enough for
the boys to look up at us.
   "Hey," one of them said.  "Hey, show us your tits!" he yelled up at us.
All the boys laughed.
   Carole looked at me.  "Go ahead," I said.  She didn't need any more
encouragement.  She pulled the t-shirt off and pushed her big tits out over
the railing.  The boys all cheered.
   I smiled at her when she turned around, then I stood up, took her hand
and led her to the door.  "What are you doing?" she asked.  I didn't say
anything, I just smiled at her.  I pulled her out into the hallway and led
her down the hall.  With my wife wearing only panties, I pulled her by the
hand out of the elevator and into the grassy area where the boys were
sitting.
   "Hey...hey...shhh....shhh...Holy Shit," the guys started to mumble,
hitting each other and pointing at us as we walked up.
   "Can we sit down?" I asked.
   "Sure...Yeah," the boys all said.  The boys moved aside and I pushed
Carole between them.  She sat in the middle of picnic table bench.  I sat
down at the end of the bench on the other side, insuring that all the boys
could be as close to her as possible.  For over an hour, we sat there and
talked with them, all the while Carole's tits were out for all to see.  The
kids' eyes were all over her.
   Eventually, I took her back into our room.  She attacked me as soon as
we got in the room.  She was so hot from all the guys looking at her. 
Some, apparently had even felt her up under the table, rubbing her
thinly-covered pussy.  She was wetter than I had ever seen her.  She came
almost immediately when I pushed into her.
   The next night, our last night, she wore a half-shirt until we got
downtown.  As soon as we were inside the party area, she took it off and
handed it to me.  The rest of the night, she walked around completely
topless.  Guys went crazy over her tits.  I was so proud.  She stayed
topless again in the cab, all the way through the hotel, and up to our
room.
   We packed the next morning and started to drive up to Jacksonville,
where we were going to stay for a while and then fly home.  It wasn't
fifteen minute in the car before Carole took off her shirt.  "You had fun,
didn't you?" I asked, looking over at my beautiful wife.
   "You know I did," she said with a huge smile.
   "Like to show off those big tits, don't you?  You like it that all those
men lusted after you," I continued.  h She grinned.
   "I liked it too," I told her.  "I am so proud of you.  I love showing
you off." I reached over and tweaked her nipple.  "Put your hands up over
your head," I told her.  "Let's see if we can find some trucks." She
grabbed the headrest with her hands, and stuck her chest out.  She laughed.
   For the next several hours, we played the peek-a-boob game with truck
drivers.  She smiled and laughed as truck drivers looked down at her naked
chest and blew their air horns in appreciation.  After a couple hours, she
leaned down and put her head in my lap.  I lifted my ass up so she could
slide my shorts down.  Out popped my cock.  She sucked it into her mouth.
   It took everything I had to not drive off the road.  It wasn't until I
shot my load down her throat that I saw that we were pacing a pickup truck.
The guy in the passenger seat was staring down at us, watching my wife
swallow my cum.  After she drained my hose, she looked up and saw them
staring down.  She smiled up at them and licked her lips before she sat
back up.
   The next day, we went out on a friend's boat.  It was a big
inboard/outboard fishing boat.  Carole sunbathed in her bikini on the bow
as he and I fished.  We cruised the bay for a while before we went out into
the ocean.  When we were a good distance out, I called Carole back to the
cockpit.
   "You need to work on losing those tan lines some more," I told her.  She
looked questioningly at the other man.  "He won't mind," I joked.
   "But..." she started.
   "What?  For the last week, you have been showing them to everyone and
now you are shy?"
   "But everyone was doing it there..." She argued, quietly with me.
   "So?  There is nothing wrong with doing it here too.  Come on, take it
off," I told her.
   She thought for a second and then smiled at me.  "Okay," she said, with
a playful giggle.
   The other guy's eyes almost popped out of his head when she threw her
bikini onto the boat's dashboard.  Naked, she strutted back out to the bow
seats and sat down.
   He slapped me on the back.  "You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch," she
said. He found a good spot to drop anchor.  I stayed in the back, fishing,
while he went up next to Carole.  Between every cast, he stared at her
naked body.  After a while with no luck, we moved back closer to shore. 
"Fuck," he said, slowing the boat.
   "What?" I asked
   "I wanted to go there, but there are already a couple boats there," he
complained.
   "So?"
   "So, your girl is naked.  Can't just drive up next to a bunch of
fishermen with a naked woman on the bow," he laughed.
   "Why not?"
   He looked at me, puzzled.  Then he shrugged.  "Well, I guess its okay
with me, if it's okay with you." He pushed the throttles back up and sped
into the middle of the other boats.
   At first the men on the other boats didn't notice, but eventually they
all saw her.  All the fishing was done on the side of their boat closest to
us, and I'm not sure they even cared if they caught anything.  They did
however, stare a great deal.  Several cameras came out.
   Carole didn't seem to mind at all, she never moved or tried to cover
herself at all.  Eventually, however, she had had enough sun.  She stood
up, looked around at all the men staring at her and then casually walked
back to the cockpit.  She put her bikini bottoms on, but that was it.  She
stood, under the shade, still topless for another half hour.  In time, we
started the motors and left, returning to the dock we launched from.  Just
before we tied up, Carole put the her bikini top on and some shorts.
   I invited the other guy to a drink at the dockside bar and he agreed. 
We found a place at the bar, ordered a drink, and talked.  As soon as he
went to the bathroom, I talked with Carole.  "That was fun, wasn't it?  You
really liked it, didn't you?"
   "Well...yeah...I guess," she admitted.
   "You guess?" I laughed.  "You know you liked it.  All those men liked it
too.  And you know that." I leaned over and kissed her.  "You know, I am so
proud of you.  You are so beautiful and you should never be afraid to show
off those big wonderful boobies."
   "You're silly," she said, turning a little red.
   "I'm serious," I said.  Then I reached down and carefully adjusted her
bikini top.  "There, leave it like that.  That's much better," I smiled.
   Just then, he came back.  He smiled when he looked down at Carole's
chest.  I had pushed the bikini over slightly, allowing for a significant
portion of her areola to become exposed.  We talked and drank for a while
longer, before Carole got up to go to the bathroom.  When she returned, I
was happy to see that she had not re-adjusted her bikini.  As a matter of
fact, her moving around had moved the cloth even further.  The only thing
preventing it from going any further was her protruding nipples.  It was
awesome.  All of us around her gawked at her exposed tits as we drank and
laughed.
   Late that night I took her back to the car.  "Take me to the room and do
me," she almost begged.  She was extremely horny from all the men staring
at her.  I just looked at her and grinned.  "Come on, I'm serious.  I need
you." She reached down and started rubbing her pussy through her shorts. 
She leaned back and sighed.  "I need it right now."
   "Well, you are going to have to wait just a little while longer," I
teased.
   "What?" her eyes opened and she glared at me.  "No.  I want you now."
   "Not yet," I said, speeding off out of the parking lot.
   Two blocks down, I pulled into the parking lot of an "adult" store. 
"Come on," I said, getting out of the car.
   "But...I don't want to..." she whined.
   I opened her door and pulled her out.  "Come on," I demanded.  She
huffed and complained.  As son as I got her into the store I looked around.
I pulled her into the lady's lingerie section.
   "Can I help you?" a short young male clerk asked.  His eyes went to
Carole's still exposed areola.  "Wow," he said, not being able to control
himself.
   "Yeah," I said.  "I'm looking for a mesh top or body suit for my wife
here.  He looked her up and down.  Carole still had a look on her face that
was somewhere between aggravated and desperate.
   "Okay, that's over here." The kid led us down a couple of isles.  He
took a black mesh body suit off the rack and held it up.  "Something like
this?"
   "Exactly," I said.  I took it from him and handed it to Carole.
   "The dressing room is over there," the kid said, pointing.
   Carole took it from me, sighed, and walked towards the room.
   "Anything else I can help with?" the kid asked.
   "Yeah, wait here and tell me what you think?"
   "Huh?" he looked quizzically at me.
   "I want to know if you think she looks good in it," I said.
   "Uh..." he mumbled.
   Just then, Carole looked out from the room and waved me over.  The kid
and I walked over to the room.  Carole didn't walk out, she peeked around
the door.  So I took hold of the door and opened it suddenly.  Carole
jumped, a little shocked at seeing the kid next to me, but then she just
stood there.  She looked outstanding!  There were cloth and snaps at the
crotch, which barely covered her pussy, but the rest of her body was
exposed though the loose mesh of the body suit.
   "Well," I asked the kid, "what do you think?"
   The kid was speechless.  He stared at her naked body, and Carole stared
into his face.  Then he said, "Oh, my God, she is gorgeous."
   As soon as she heard that, her nipples started to harden.  They quickly
worked their way though the mesh.  "Okay, I'll take it," I said.  I quickly
walked passed her into the dressing room and gathered up all her clothing.
I handed her shorts to her and said, "This is all you need."
   I took the kid to the counter and he started to ring me up.  Carole put
on her shorts and met us there.  The three other male patrons all followed
her up to the counter.  I turned to look at her.
   "Fuck, you are sexy," I announced.  "Don't you think?" I said to the
small crowd.
   "Fuck, yeah," one guy said.
   "Yeah, those are the best tits I think I have ever seen," said another.
   The kid told me the total and turned back to pay.  One of the guys moved
up close to Carole and ran his finger lightly over her protruding nipples.
"Hard as rocks," he said to the other men, with a smile.  The other men
took his lead and moved up to her.  They all started fondling her tits.
   After paying the bill, I turned and watched my wife's tits being roughly
handled for several minutes, before I took her hand and pulled her out from
between the men.  We walked quickly out to the car and got in.
   (Continued
  
Chapter 02