My wife, Penny, can’t help herself. She loves to show off. It’s bad enough
when we’re around the house or in town, but if we have to go anywhere far off,
and especially when we go on vacation, she’s a lot worse. The truth is, though,
she reigns herself in closer to home because she doesn’t want to totally mortify
me in front of people we know. Out of town is definitely a different story. She
loves to play in public, and if the circumstances are right I am right there
with her too.
Penny is definitely not all bad to look at. She’s hot, short blonde hair,
beautiful face and gorgeous body. She goes to the gym twice a day, yeah, for a
couple of obvious reasons, so she is nice and fit, her muscles well toned, but
not freaky. She tans up nice in the sun. Has penetrating green eyes. A nice and
natural rack, E’s.
Oh, and she’s super hot in the sack.
When she shows off, whether it’s just flashing or putting on a full blown show,
she gets hot and horny. It kind of gets me going too because I see other guys
looking at her, getting all hot and bothered, and I know that I’m going to get
to be the guy that has her. And when we’re far from home sometimes they get to
see me get her if they’re lucky.
It is a little funny too because I have a couple of times joked about her
picking up one of the guys she’s teasing and having a threesome, and the irony
is she says she’s too scared and shy to try that.
Let me tell you one of the things that happened when we went on vacation last
summer. We went to Coast City for a week, going right after school let out in
the hopes that there would not be as many people there. Wrong-O! The whole city
and beach were crawling with kids that had just graduated high school, and I’m
not talking about the nice and quiet nerdy kids, I’m talking about the loud,
drunk and full of themselves smart asses that make it such a joy to be around
them if you’re over 27.
One day we were sitting on the balcony of our hotel room having drinks as all
around us music blasted from other rooms or balconies. Occasionally we would
catch sight of nubile girls flashing across balconies. Our room as it happened
was on the third floor in the corner. One floor up on the other corner was a
particularly rowdy room.
For my part I was ready to get out and go somewhere, even if it was just down to
McDonald’s to grab lunch, to get out of the craziness for a little bit. I had on
a Salty Dog t-shirt I had picked up on the way down, and a thin pair of Bermuda
shorts. Penny was dressed in an orange two piece that showed off her assets
pretty well. She, I knew, would be content to sit there until it felt just right
to go down to the pool or the beach. A lot of noise and craziness has never
I had just finished my drink and stood up to go into our room where the noise
would not be as loud, when one of our loud neighbors a floor up in the opposite
corner called out.
“Hey, baby!,” I heard the yell. The guy was a skinny and lanky looking punk, you
know the kind you look at and your first thought is, No Life. He was wearing
brown shorts and an open Hawaiian print shirt over his bare bird chest. On top
of a shaggy mop of long brown hair he wore a brown stocking cap which looked
totally stupid on a hot June day in Florida. On his chin was a thin strip of a
beard, which I’ve always considered to be another sign that screams out, Total
I sighed to myself, shaking my head a little. Penny being Penny I had a fairly
good idea of how this would all play out, so I went just into the room and
leaned against the edge of the slider. I had a perfect view of my wife and of
the balcony on the next corner where he was.
“Hey!,” the idiot yelled again. In one hand he had a translucent plastic cup
filled with beer, and in the other he held a one-time-use camera. “HEY BLONDIE!”
I shook my head, grinning to myself slightly as Penny turned her head up to look
where he stood. She raised a hand and pulled her sunglasses a little lower onto
the bridge of her nose.
“SHOW ME YOUR TITS!”
Penny got a smirk on her face. She gave a slight laugh, then cocked her head.
“You wanna see my tits?”
“WOOOOOOOO,” the barely graduated punk yelled. “Hell yeah, baby!”
“Really?,” Penny questioned.
“Yeah! GET THEM PUPPIES OUT!”
Penny sat her drink on the table by her chair and eased herself back in her
chair just a little. “Wanna see something better that that?”
The guy nodded a big and overstated nod, looking totally ignorant and drunk.
“Sure, baby. What’s that?”
I smiled to myself, pretty sure of what was coming.
Penny didn’t say a word. She just opened her tanned legs widely. Then she
reached down and pulled the crotch of her bikini aside to reveal the glaring
contrast of her pale white and shaved pussy against her tanned thighs.
“WOOOOHOOOO, GOD DAMN!,” the just out of high schooler yelled. “Curt, Brandon,
you gotta get out here and see this!”
Penny was still pretty much calmly sitting on the white plastic balcony chair as
the punk’s two friends came out on the balcony of the opposite corner. One was
another looser looking type, lanky with curly black hair, who looked as if he
could be the illegitimate son of Slash sans top hat. The other was a slim black
with dark and shiny skin. The black kid had a pair of binoculars around his
neck, no doubt thinking his pal on the balcony was going to point out something
on the beach.
“Woah, dude,” the lanky white kid said.
Their black friend did not comment. He just cracked a huge grin and nodded his
“HOW FAR YOU GOIN’?,” loudmouth questioned.
Penny just slitted her eyes and made a face before suggestively licking along
her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. “How far you think?”
I heard clapping, and after a second I realized that it was not coming from any
of the three guys on the balcony. Looking up and over past them I saw a couple
of young lovers standing at the rail of their own balcony another floor up and a
couple of rooms over.
I leaned back out a little more. It was plainly apparent that my wife already
had a quickly growing audience. Several people had come to the rails of their
balconies and were looking down. A glance to the balconies on the opposite side
of the hotel and I saw that there were at least a couple of people who were
working out what was going on.
With an inward sigh I grinned to myself. My cock was just starting to get hard,
but I kept my hands off and watched my wife and her audience. I knew it would
only be a matter of time before she was wanting me to join in the action.
“GO FOR IT, BLONDIE!,” the loudmouth yelled.
Rolling her shoulders slightly Penny grinned widely and rolled her lower lip
under her teeth and worked it from side to side. She opened her legs a little
more, pulling them up slightly. I watched as the French manicured index finger
on her hand moved down and touched the golden ring through her clit as she held
the leg of her orange bikini open as wide as she could with the fingers of her
other hand. Then she put the little hoop between her index and middle fingers
and worked it slightly back and forth. She let out a little sight that was only
loud enough for me to hear, but it was enough to get me just a bit harder. She
let her piercing go but continued to rub the tips of her two fingers under the
hood to rub her clit.
Turning her head to the side my wife gave me a wink. I smiled back, already
aware I was painfully hard and ready. Then she turned her head back and looked
up to her still growing audience standing on the balconies of the rooms looking
down on ours. Penny made a face of pure pleasure, opening her knees a little
wider. Then she dipped her fingers down and into her pussy hole. She gave
herself a couple of dips and then drove them in as far as she could, leaning her
head back and crying out.
“WOOOOHOOOO!,” the loudmouth yelled.
There was a loud, “Yeah!”
Then a, “Yeah, baby!”
Followed by a female, “Woo-Hoo!”
And a, “Yeah, do it!”
All around there was cheering and applause. For Penny that was nothing but
encouragement. Twisting her face she gave herself several hard plunges with her
fingers. My cock was throbbing and stretching the front of my shorts. Watching
Penny play with herself turns me on, no matter how many times I have seen her do
it in the ten years we’ve been together.
“God, she’s fucking hot,” another female voice called.
I glanced up and realized it was the girl on the fifth floor. Her male partner
was behind her and kissing her neck. To me it looked like he might be fingering
her under her bikini bottom as he humped himself against her ass. It made me
wonder how soon it would be before they disappeared into their room and both
their suits were laying on the floor.
Turning my attention back to my wife I saw that she had taken her fingers out of
her pussy and she was once again rubbing and diddling her clit. Her head was
thrown back, her face twisted in ecstasy. I could tell as she slowly began to
grind her crotch a little in her seat that she was already close to having her
first little orgasm. I know that her audience is in for a treat they’re not
expecting. Penny can squirt, and when she’s doing it in public she gets so hot
that sometimes it’s like a fountain.
“WOOOHOOO, YEAH!,” the loudmouth encouraged her on.
I heard Penny whimper and sigh as she slowly turned her head from side to side.
“That’s it, babe,” I told her.
She shivered and sighed, letting out a little coo. My cock was beating a steady
tune against the constraints of my underwear and shorts. Penny made another face
and pushed out a breath, her little orgasm had came and went.
Those watching obviously knew she had gotten off. There was some more whooping
and applause. With a huge smile on her face Penny turned her head and locked her
green eyes on me. I knew she was ready for me to join in and give her a little
direction of my own.
“Why don’t you take off the bottom,” I told her.
Penny’s smile widened. First she reached up and removed her sunglasses, reaching
over and sitting them on the table by the chair. Then she rose to her feet and
looked up at the crowd, and from my vantage point there seemed to be at least
one person on about half the balconies to the side of us, and at least a couple
of dozen people with binoculars watching from the other side of the hotel. My
wife looked to the trio on the fourth floor and swayed and ground her hips like
professional stripper. Again there were whoops, cheers and applause. The
loudmouth lost half his beer as he threw his hands up and it sloshed over the
top of the cup. The couple on the fifth floor were doing some heavy kissing and
My wife hooked her thumbs into the top of her orange bikini bottoms as she
continued to grind her hips. The loudmouth let out another loud whoop as she
tugged them and slowly began to work them down. Again there were whews and
“Yeah, baby,” someone called.
Penny dipped down, getting them to her knees. As she turned slightly I had a
good view of the stark whiteness of her ass against the rest of her tanned body.
She wiggled her ass as she worked her bottoms further down. Then she got them to
her ankles and stepped out of them. When she leaned back up she raised them high
in the air with one hand as if they were the WWE Championship title belt. Her
audience cheered loudly.
Then my wife cut her eyes to me and gave me another grin. She slowly rotated her
wrist and brought her arm down a little. Then she put the crotch of her bikini
bottoms to her face and made a huge deal of giving them a deep sniff. This time
when her audience erupted in cheers it brought a few more people out to see what
was going on.
I decided it was time to finally make it a two person show. I moved onto the
balcony and took Penny’s bottoms out of her hand. At first I got a couple of
jeers, but they quickly turned to whoops and hollering as I put the crotch of
her orange bikini bottoms to my face and sniffed their muskiness.
Penny went back to the chair and eased herself down. I walked behind her and
slowly felt her down, my hands squeezing and lingering on her breasts as I
kneaded them through her bikini top. Then as she arched her back and rubbed her
forehead against my cheek I moved my hands further down and traced her belly
button, letting one finger flick across the little jewel that was part of her
“You gonna make ‘em go wild?,” my wife questioned as my hands and fingers
reached the swell of her mons.
“Mmmm, you fuckin’ know it, babe.”
I rested one hand on her mons. Then I reached down and took her clit ring
between my thumb and index finger. I gave it a little tug to make her sigh. Then
a couple of more. Penny moaned into my ear and gasped out a pant. I gave the
clit ring a hard tug, and then another. Our audience had fallen silent, but I am
sure they were anticipating that they were going to see my wife come again. I
gave the clit ring a harder tug, just hard enough.
“OOOOH, GOD!,” Penny cried.
I gave it two more of those hard tugs.
“AHHHH-NNNNNNN-NN!,” my wife yelled.
Over the tips of my fingers I could feel the hot jet of her ejaculation. It had
been a huge gush, just as I hoped. My face was against hers so that I could not
see it, but I did hear the satisfying splat as it hit the balcony and felt
several warm drops sprinkle my shins.
The crowd went wild, yelling like Penny had just scored the winning run in the
final game of the World Series.
Penny herself was still panting and gasping from her cum. She turned her head
enough to kiss my cheek. “I want to suck your cock,” she moaned.
I let go of her clit ring and felt her back up. As I stopped at her breasts and
cupped them she leaned forward and reached back to untie her top. I helped her
work if off her shoulders and as she cups slipped off her milky E cup tits with
twin rings through her stiff red nipples her audience went wild again. Top in
hand I stepped around the chair and leaned around to toss it into the room where
it landed with its companion piece. As I then stepped back to the chair I
grabbed the top of my shorts and undid the button.
Penny’s admirers across the balconies got verbal, making request and cheering as
she unzipped the zipper and then fished out my hard cock. I stood to her side,
between the chair and balcony rail so that our audience could get a fairly good
look. She gave me a couple of slow strokes along the shaft, brushing my balls.
“NICE COCK!,” a female voice called from somewhere higher above.
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