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It was inevitable that this would happen. Over our some 20+ years of marriage, I had been content to let my wife, Julie basically do whatever she wanted. This was not due to any laziness on my behalf, but more that I believed that she had the right. I concentrated more on making money than anything else, as I believed that it was my role in the relationship. We had four children and Julie was fortunate enough to be a "stay at home" mum. I have always found her incredibly attractive and desirable, and she was always forth coming with sex when I showed interest. But as time moved on, this wasn't enough. There was never any instigation by her; she always seemed more interested in the family and the social side of life than anything to do with me. On many occasions I had expressed interest in varying our sex life, a bit of exhibitionism, some bondage would have been nice (I was always happy to let her tie me up an relieve the ‘stress') or even if she would just instigate something. My issue was that I liked the excitement and torment that would lead up to "mind blowing" sex. After numerous conversations on the subject, nothing changed.
I hate the summer; I find it incredibly difficult to stay cool and healthy. The only benefit I see in summer is that all the women wear skimpier clothes, bikinis and just generally seem to "fire up" the male population. I always seem to get the flu during summer as I can't stay cool as subsequently end up sick. Well she came and told me that she had booked a 10 day holiday for the two of us, staying in two locations, both of which were beach locations about a full day's drive from home, just before the real heat of summer hit.
The more I thought about, the more my brain started to work around the options that were available to me. I started mentioning about braless walks along the beach or dinners with skimpy clothes, but to my surprise (a bit of sarcasm) she just laughed them all off. That's when I decided that I'd had enough. I decided to make some rules up for the trip and if she didn't agree to, not just participation, but total involvement; then I was not interested in going with her.
The Rules went like this: The Rules were about learning and understanding about responsibility and accountability. That there were consequences for not abiding with them. Responsibility: 1. To abide by ALL the rules. 2. To ensure that I get the kind of holiday that I wanted (NOT like previously)
Accountability: To understand that if she didn't abide then she was happy to suffer the consequences with a smile and learn to cope and enjoy.
The Rules: (Which applied when we were travelling or in our room) 1. Out of room - Exiguous clothing must be worn (unless Point 2 was used) and can have just one level of cover up that must be removed when told. 2. Out of room - Non exiguous clothing, if worn, could only be one layer and must be naked underneath. More clothes could be negotiated. If this option was taken, then she had to completely expose herself at least once daily. 3. Out of room - She would have to masturbate at my demand with me watching and could only orgasm when I gave her permission. Toys could not be used, unless negotiated. 4. I must orgasm at least once every day, with every second day NOT in our room. She was responsible for this. 5. in our room: As soon as we arrive back, she had to change or adjust her clothing (NO repetitions allowed) so that I had an enjoyable and uninterrupted view of her entire nakedness. If I needed to orgasm, she HAD to relieve me and how I wanted it.
Requirements: 1.Wear makeup appropriate to her clothing and maintain it all day 2. Make sure she got sufficient food and sleep to maintain energy to conform to The Rules. 3. She had to look like she was enjoying herself, even if she wasn't.
This all sounded fantastic to me, but when I talked to her about it, it became obvious that serious penalties would have to be created to ensure that she didn't "wimp out". So I came up with the following list. Penalties: 1. Anal Intercourse; (which she always said she hated, but I believe she had never really experienced it) 2. Walk of Shame; I could parade her with NO clothing on, at my pleasure 3. Exiguous Outing: without anything covering her up 4. Spanking - Buttocks, nipples or clitoris as I chose.
When I presented her with this list, she told me "I was frigging joking and that no way would she agree to all these terms with those penalties". I knew I had her, it was simple cancel the holiday and I would go camping and stuff with my mates (which I very rarely did). I never mentioned it again, until about three weeks before we were due to go; I asked her if she had cancelled as I had to let the guys know if I was going camping with them. She looked at me horrified; "You mean you expect me to conform to all those rules etc. or you seriously are going camping?"
"Yep, I replied. You have had it so well all these years that finally I am going to start doing what I want. If you can't entice me to spend time with you, then I will go and spend it elsewhere."
"Ok, I'll agree, but there is a couple of conditions" she said.
"Sorry, but there can't be. You just don't get what's been happening in our relationship and now it's time for me to claw back some fun, sex and time with you the way I want - It's all or nothing, which has been your attitude since we got married". With that I pulled out my phone, acting like I was going to make the call to commit to the camping (which I really didn't want to do). She grabbed the phone from me and gave me one of the most horrible looks I have very rarely seen from her.
"So that's it, if it's all or nothing, count me in, but you had better make sure you take care of me and that I enjoy myself or it could have a serious effect on our marital status." She responded.
"Our marital status!! That's the very specific reason that this has come about, because of your inability to understand what your partner requires in this relationship. When have I never looked after you? When have I never shown you the respect that I felt you deserved? When have I ever put you in danger or done anything that would hurt you? What you fail to understand, is that this has NEVER been reciprocated. You have NOT looked after me emotionally or sexually. Now is the time to learn if you want to and move to the next level, before it's too late. You know that our whole married life I have craved and worshipped you and your body, but this has not made any difference to you, in fact you have used it to get your own way, without paying any price. Now the ‘chickens have all come home to roost'" I replied.
She dropped her eyes in a degree of shame; she knew I had very valid arguments. "Now where to go to from here, you need to start going through all your clothing. If it's a dress or skirt and it's below 2" above the knee and not made of unlined lace or soft flowing material, then ignore it. If it's a top and isn't see-through, lacy (unlined) or soft material that will show your curves, then ignore it. If it's lingerie and sexy or lacy then include it. If it's bathers and not a bikini, ignore it. Flat shoes are out, except walking shoes. Are you starting to get the trend?? Don't include anything that doesn't fit - if it's too big or small; then exclude it"
"In about a week, we will go through it all together; this will allow us enough time to go shopping for any requirements. Probably a good idea to get out your toys, we may need to pack a few of those and maybe get some new ones". I added.
"So this isn't going to be all about you, I may actually get some fun as well?" she chirped up.
"Of course, where will the fun be for me if I don't have you getting screaming orgasms and enjoying yourself? This is about where we go now in our life and experiencing new and different things together." She smiled and said "I might go and start sorting everything out now".
After spending the weeks sorting everything out with her, all I did was separate out what was going to be her outfit for the first day's journey. It was about 8-8 ½ hours. I knew that we would have a lunch stop and I was planning to have a separate petrol stop. This would allow me two opportunities to show off the outfit that I had put together (with her approval). It consisted of a lovely soft pink ½ bra that just nicely supported her breasts, but left the nipples exposed; then there was a soft pink lace top that buttoned all the way down the front to put over the top, this didn't cover up her nipples, just made them a little less obvious. She had a superbly short pleated white dress, this was mid length between her knees and pussy, she hadn't even worn it around the house for several years, but her eyes flashed with excitement when I pulled it out. Skin coloured thigh high stockings that would not have the lace completely hidden for her legs and a nice pair of white heeled shoes. I thought this would set the tempo, but I knew that I would be in for a fight when I insisted that she go into shops wearing the outfit uncovered!!
After much anticipation on my behalf, the departure day arrived. Julie got out of bed as usual, showered herself etc. as normal and got dressed in the pre-arranged clothes. It was amazing, being able to drive and look across at her in the passenger seat and have a slightly interrupted view of her naked breasts. She was very bubbly and obviously looking forward to a holiday. I got the feeling that she still believed that she could control the situation, as she had thrown a very light top onto the back seat. We talked freely and she was very conscious of how much I was enjoying the view of her top. She got a bit niggly when I occasionally slowed down as we passed larger cars, particularly where there was a male driver and more importantly a woman sitting beside him. Slowing down obviously enabled him to look into our car and when he did and realised that her breasts were on display, I slowly accelerated away. For the first few she attempted to cross her arms, but a stern word from me soon stopped her doing this. She just looked straight ahead with a smile on her face. Every time I accelerated away, she would deliberately look down at my shorts and could see the outline of my erection. She was well aware of the fact that I was enjoying myself.
After about 90 minutes, we were out of the metropolitan area and the amount of traffic slowly disappeared. "What are you going to do now for fun?" she asked. I refused to elaborate and just said that I would make it all up as we went, but I was sure she knew that I had plans - I always did.
We talked as the time passed and the miles disappeared. We were just about to leave the last reasonably populated area to travel through some reasonably desolate countryside, so I decided it was time to really push her. I knew that the last petrol station was slightly isolated on the outskirts of this last major town, so I pulled in to re-fuel. For many years now, we had an unwritten rule that while I fuelled up and checked the oil and water, she would go in and pay; what was not surprising me was she hadn't got out of the car.
"Are you going in to pay?" I asked. She opened the door and looked back at me with an angry look on her face.
"If you want me to." She replied. She reached over onto the back seat to grab her top. As she stood up out of the car. "No way!" I said and I reached over and took it from her, I opened the back door and threw it back onto the rear seat. Now she was fuming.
"You really expect me to go in and pay dressed like this?" she almost yelled at me.
"Yep" I replied. "Look around, there isn't another car in the service station, so that means that there is probably only one attendant in the shop waiting for you to pay. If you make too much of a scene, then the 3 guys in the service bay may realise what's happening and move into the shop."
"Geez you're really a bastard when you want to be!!" she replied aggressively.
"OK, then, 2 can play at this. Go in and pay for the petrol and then come out. Once you are outside where I can see you have empty hands, stop, then turn around and go back into the shop. I want a drink of lemon flavoured water, a block of chocolate and a "girly" magazine that comes in a plastic bag. You are NOT allowed to come out of the shop for 5 minutes once you go back inside." I said with a smile on my face.
"But he will know that my breasts are exposed from when I paid him and will be trying to perve on them. He may even call the guys in from the work shop!"
I just smiled at her. "Remember Requirement #3 from our negotiated List - You MUST look like you are enjoying yourself, even if you aren't".
"Ok, so this is the way it's going to be, is it?" she just turned and walked away.
I had finished filling the petrol by now, so I just went in and sat back in the car and watched. I could tell from the way that the male attendant reacted that he was looking straight through her lace top and could see her breasts, and more importantly her nipples. When she came out she was looking really mad at me, but she turned around and walked back inside as instructed. The attendant immediately left the cash register and approached her. I didn't think for a minute that it was to assist her; he just wanted to look at her breasts for as long as possible. It appeared that he was trying to carry on a conversation with her, but I knew her well enough that she would be resisting. Just about exactly on 5 minutes, she walked out of the shop, she was looking grumpy, but by the time she was half way back to the car she has a huge smile on her face.
As she got into the car, she asked "I suppose you don't even want this stuff, so it was a waste of $20?" As she sat down, I reached over and stuck my fingers between her legs; she was very hot and extremely wet.
"From the feel of you, I would say it was $20 well invested". I drove out of the petrol station and we continued on.
We didn't talk for about 5 minutes and then she said; "It wasn't really all that bad, he was about 22 years old and it really gave me a thrill that I could make him get a tent in his pants. Are you going to do anything to relieve this tension I am feeling?"
"Yes I will be more than happy to, but I want to just enjoy this feeling in my penis and stomach that I have for a bit longer." She turned and smiled at me. "Deviate" was all she said. But she had no idea what was ahead of her.
About 50 Kms. Down the road was a small isolated hotel and as we approached it I started to slow down.
"Oh, no - Really!!" she exclaimed.
"Yep, it's lunchtime." It was now about 1:30pm, so I knew that the lunchtime rush would be over.
"I suppose I can't wear the top here either?" she asked.
"No need to even ask. Anyway look around; there is only one car, besides us, so there can't be too many guys in there." I responded. I parked near the front door, got out of the car and waited for in front of it. She slowly got out and was about to say something; when I said "Be careful or you will lose you underpants as well!!" She stood up straight and just walked towards me. She held out her hand, I took it and pulled her to me. I placed a really warm and wet kiss on her lips and pushed my now very erect penis against her crutch. She responded and I could feel the smile slowly come over her face as she realised how very excited this was making me. She pulled away from me and started to lead me into the hotel.
As we entered, she looked around; there were only 2 older customers sitting at the bar and the barman. "I suppose I am buying the drinks?" she asked. "Yes please, I will have a cola, but you have to have something strongly alcoholic, like a DOUBLE Bacardi and Coke."
She walked up to the bar and immediately had the barman's attention. I was not sure if he had noticed her top yet, or he was just glad to have somebody else in the bar. "A double Bacardi and Coke and just a plain Coke, please." She asked. He turned around and started making the drinks. He was watching her in the mirror and that's when he realised. He turned to talk to her, but I couldn't hear what he said; but Julie just laughed and smiled back at him. She handed him her credit card and said she would be back soon to order lunch.
"Don't be too long" he said. "The kitchen closes in 20 minutes and then the number of people will increase out here" he continued with a smile. She walked back smiling about whatever he had said. I couldn't resist it, so I asked.
"He was telling me that this had become such a boring place, that he hadn't realised how little notice he took of customers until he looked at me!! He then went on to say how much he appreciated the view and hoped to see more of me."
That was my cue and she hadn't even realised it. We discussed what we wanted to eat (for me, her pussy would have been plenty!!). "Go back and order lunches for us both, after you have done that tell him that your husband said that for another double Bacardi and coke you would undo all the buttons of your top and he could have an uninterrupted view of your flesh!!" She looked at me horrified. I continued on "and for 2 double Bacardi and cokes, you will let him roll BOTH of your nipples, GENTLY through his fingers."
"NO WAY!!" she exclaimed. But she looked at me and realised that discussion was futile.
"You really don't understand do you?" I questioned. "For the last 15-20 years, you have allowed your brain to dictate to your body what was allowable and acceptable. Just like now. Look at how hard your nipples are and how full your breasts are. I dare you to stick a finger inside your panties and see how wet your fanny is. I would bet that you could take a full on erect penis without any foreplay." To try to justify her position, she did just what I said and gently fingered herself. You could see the absolute look of surprise when she found that she wasn't just wet, she was sopping. She looked up at me with "sad dog eyes" and smiled.
"So it looks like you do know my body better than I do." She stated, very manner of factly.
"So" I said, "go up and order lunch and see if you have enough guts to make him the offer!" She stood up and headed for the counter. The barman grinned and walked to meet her. She ordered lunch and stood there talking with him, it was obvious by her body language that she was having great difficulty getting around to the subject.
She turned around and walked back, I could see the look of defeat on her face as she got closer. When she sat down I asked what had happened, she replied that she just couldn't get around to asking him.
"That's OK, don't stress; at least you tried." We sat there discussing what she had planned for the next few days, while we waited for our lunch. She seemed to perk up as the barman approached with our meals.
"Here are the meals you ordered, but I got the feeling when you were at the bar that you were waiting to ask me something" he asked Julie. I watched her very carefully and she was hesitating.
"No not that important" she said. When I was sure that she was not going to be forthcoming, I piped up. "She wanted to know if for another free double Bacardi and coke, you would be happy for her to undo her top and show you her bare breasts". She glared at me and turned and smiled a fake smile to him.
"Bloody oath" he blurted and quickly headed back to the bar. Julie turned to me with a scowl on her face, but it soon turned to a look of acceptance. "Just make it a short one, as we still have a way to travel and may have issues finding her toilets" I said quite loudly to him. I also knew that this would increase the alcohol content of the drink for her.
He returned quite quickly with the drink and stood at the table watching her. She slowly started undoing her buttons. Once they were all undone, she started squirming in her seat and I knew that the itch in her vagina was becoming uncontrollable; she slowly opened the top and tucked each side between her breast and arm. She sat there with her breasts exposed and the barman studying her naked breasts. I continued eating my lunch while he just stood there looking. "Why don't you gently roll her nipples through your fingers?" I asked him. I didn't need to say it twice, he slowly reached down and started caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples. I could tell she was on the verge of a mild orgasm. After about 5 minutes I suggested to him that he had played enough and my wife needed to finish her lunch. He smiled and thanked Julie and he told her that it was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in years.
I told Julie to finish her lunch with the top open. I knew that this would make her eat faster, so we could get back on the road again. It had been a great distraction but we had spent enough time on this. She finished her lunch and said that she needed to go to the toilet. I told her NOT to do up the buttons of her top, but to tie the end together under her breasts, also she was not to touch herself or give herself any form of relief. Tying the top like that caused it to gape and visually left very little to the imagination. She did as I told her and the stood up to go to the toilet. I called after her in a "loudish" voice to remove her knickers whilst she was in there. She turned and looked back at me with a slightly flushed face. She knew this meant that I wasn't finished with her for the day yet. There would still be more to happen.
When she came out of the toilet, she went to the bar to pay the bill and collect her credit card. She realised that she didn't have anywhere to hide the nickers that were in her hand as she signed the docket. The barman smiled and said in a reasonably loud voice "I think you're in for a nice FUCKING afternoon." Julie smiled and walked back to the table. "Are we going?" she asked. I stood up and handed her the glass that was still half full "Drink this and we are off". I replied.
She knew that I was aware of what that amount of alcohol would do to her, but she skulled it anyway. I took her hand and we walked out through the door to the car. When we got there, I opened the boot of the car and grabbed a beach towel. "You will need to sit on this; otherwise I am sure that you will saturate the seat before the day is out."
She folded it and placed it on the seat and then sat on it. "Don't sit on your skirt or that may stain" I advised. But she realised that by having to pull up the back of her skirt, so that her bottom was directly on the towel, it would significantly shorten the length at the front. Sure enough, it only just covered here pussy from view.
At this point, I was sure that I was dribbling from more than just my mouth. I pulled out back out onto the highway, after about 10 minutes she was very sleepy. I suggested she roll the seat back and have a rest as she had had a very tiring morning. She smiled at me, leant over and gave me a kiss and then did precisely that. It only took about 5 minutes and Julie was deep in the land of sleep. I gently reached over and undid the knot in her top, folding them back to either side, thus totally exposing her fully and gently heaving breasts. Then I slowly folded her skirt up so that the top of her bald pussy was visible. I suddenly realised I was losing concentration on the road, so I turned back to driving, whilst occasionally looking over at the perfect vision that was sleeping beside me.
We had been travelling for over an hour when she woke up. At first she was totally oblivious to the condition of her exposed body and my penis was trying very hard to bust out of the fly of my pants. When she realised what I had done, she looked over at me with a humorous look on her face "Really!!" she exclaimed. She made no effort to cover it up, but was just surprised that she was so exposed.
"Awake, now are we?" I questioned. "Well it must be about time for me to have my daily orgasm. How about you undo my pants and start playing with me - rubbing and sucking sounds great." She adjusted her position so that she could reach me and then I pulled my pants down to make it easier. "There is a picnic spot about 15 minutes ahead, so keep me interested and get me numb and then I will fuck you on the lunch table in open view of everybody going passed. Mind you, I haven't seen another car for the last 30 Kms." I said.
I could tell that she was now in a dilemma, she really needed a relief, but the thought of doing it outside on a picnic table was providing a degree of turmoil. The 15 minutes went very fast, as she was really doing a great job on my penis head, as this was about all she was able to get into her mouth as the angle of the seats was not really conducive to this sort of activity. I saw the Rest Area ahead and started slowing down to turn into it. She removed her mouth from its activities and asked - "On a picnic table, in the open?"
"Yes and you are getting all your gear off, except the stockings and shoes." I replied. "I don't want any encumbrances for anyone going past, they are going to be able to fully see us BOTH naked while I pump your pussy Doggy Style from behind and your tits are shanking to the rhythm." Her acceptance seemed natural as she started to undress. I pulled up beside the table, so that it would not hinder the view from the highway; she noticed this and smiled at me. As she got out, she grabbed the towel to place underneath her. She climbed up on the table and presented her sopping wet cunt to me for fucking. I had undressed and was more than happy to slide my now very stiff cock straight inside her. She moaned, spread her arm out to each side and grabbed the edges of the table. She was climaxing at just the entry, so I wasn't sure how long I would last if she went into a full blown orgasm, but I wasn't concerned; I just wanted to enjoy!!
"Just imagine how this holiday will go if we have 10 days just like today." I said between gasps of air. "Ohhhh, she cried. I have never wanted or needed you inside me so much since before we were married." She cried and sobbed out. "What have you done to me; I feel like a nymphomaniac, I just can't get enough of all this stimulation!!" I knew I had her; the next 10 days were going to be THE BEST.
She let out a serious groan and I felt the electricity inside her vagina. It was too much for me and I blew, and blew, and blew until I could see my semen running out of her and dripping down her legs. She collapsed in a heap on the table. I picked her up in the towel and placed her gently back in the car. I got dressed and continued our journey to our first nights' accommodation.
"Jesus, I hope there will be lots more of that!! I can hardly speak." Was all Julie said as she did up her seat belt around her naked body and went back to sleep. Me I just drove, I needed to get her into our room, change her clothes and make her start all over again.
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