
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. 
