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The drinks were sure expensive! Good grief! I bought two rounds. Then, when I quit buying, Sheila took over and bought rounds from there. I have to admit though, the more she drank, the better she danced! After a couple of hours, I was too tired to get up and dance any more. So we sat there and watched other couples dance. For a short while that is. Then the other men started asking my wife to dance. She would always smile demurely at me before she accepted their offers. But I could tell she was enjoying her evening out on the town. The guys were very much enjoying looking down her tank top as well. Those jutty tits of hers showed more cleavage than I had ever thought possible. The men would hold her just close enough to them that her nipples moved about on their chests or abdomens as they danced. And as Sheila would innocently look around the bar, their eyes would gaze down in moonstruck awe at her nearly naked mammeries.

I could tell when they were propositioning her, because each time Sheila would look over at me with that wrinkly nosed grin and maybe say something like, “You have to get my husband’s OK before we could do that”. I was reading lips, so I may have been wrong, and probably there were variations on the theme, but I think that was about the jist of it. During the slow dances, she would allow them to pull her pelvis into theirs, grinding their bulges into her pudenda. I saw her eye lids fluttering several times as the men danced closely with her. Seeing her jutting tits flatten against their chests, her tits being forced to bulge sideways against the fabric of her tank top kept me erect almost the whole time she was dancing slow dances. I was embarrassed by being such a perverted voyeur as my wife danced with other men. But who am I to fight Mother Nature?

In the wee hours of the morning, after she had danced the night away, we finally drove home in her titty pink TT. In the hotel, I got raped over and over as she took her passions, built up out on the dance floor, out on my poor defenseless body. After she passed out from cumming, I finally got some much needed sleep. That was not a complaint.

I woke up like clockwork at 6:00 o’clock the next morning. About 10:30 I called to ask for a late check out from the hotel. Sheila slept in till about 11:30 AM. I envied her. She enthusiastically raped me again that morning after she woke up, and again after she got out of the shower.

Then we packed up to start our journey home. I put the luggage in my vehicle. Not a whole lot of room in the TT, after all. We figured out how to put the cream colored top down all by ourselves. I told her I would follow her as we drove back. I gave her one of my two-way radios so we could talk just in case she lost me.

She asked me to put suntan lotion on her boobs so she would not get sun burned. When I started to walk back to the room for privacy, she chuckled and told me to do it right there! She watched my face as I blushed while massaging her titties with suntan lotion. She wanted me to pay particular attention to the areas around her nipples. “Just incase they happen to slip out while I am driving” she cooed, then giggled.

My wife was definitely up to something! I began to visualize truckers gawking and honking their horns at my newly exhibitionistic wife.

Her shoulders and neck also got a liberal coating of the SPF 22 cream. Sheila made no attempt to recover her breasts as I applied the lotion to other parts of her sleek body. She seemed almost disappointed when nobody happened by to see her nakedness.

I watched from the cab of my pickup as she keyed some data into her GPS unit. Then we were off. Her head occasionally appeared from the sides of the headrest as she smiled and waved at people as she drove. After an hour or so of driving, on and off freeways, she suddenly pulled into a parking lot beside the ocean! WTF?

She sprang out of her car, then started walking down the pathway toward the beach. Without looking back at me, she motioned for me to follow her. I got out of my pickup as she rounded a turn in the path, disappearing from sight. She was moving fast in her sneakers, and since I consider it undignified for a man to run after a woman, I was slowly falling behind in my cowboy boots.

By the time I reached the beach, she was standing there naked except for her dad blamed sneakers, casually looking at all of the other nude beach goers. WTF? People don’t wear clothes at the beach any more?

“Hon, would you put lotion all the way down my back? And on my butt and legs please? Pretty please?” Her voice was tremulous. She didn’t look at me, just turned her back to me as she avidly watched the other sunbathers.

Me, in my cowboys boots, jeans, long sleeved shirt, standing beside a gorgeous sexy nude woman, trying to act inconspicuous. Good god! But to my credit, I did manage to get the cap open and put lotion on her back and other exposed parts without dropping the damned suntan lotion bottle.

“Take your clothes off and lets go for a walk on the beach, honey!” she warbled.

“I don’t think so, babe. You go ahead, I’ll wait here. How long you going to be?” I asked.

“No idea hon, depends on what mischief I get into. Sure you don’t want to walk with me?” She grinned that damned wrinkle nosed grin of hers again. She didn’t really wait for my answer, just handed me her clothing and strode off into the sunshine and crowd. My wife knows me too well, I guess. The idea of me chasing after her in my jeans, shirt, and boots just seemed too ridiculous for me to even contemplate. Everyone’s head turned to watch her as she passed. Within seconds the crowd of naked people had swallowed her up.

I didn’t see her again for three hours. I was worried sick. I could just see her being raped and killed by some sicko beach pervert as I sat in my pickup because I was too embarrassed to go with her without taking my clothes off. But my farmer’s tan above my boots would have been way to embarrassing to even think about taking my clothing off! Besides, I would probably just have been another distraction that had to be disposed of before some asshole fucked my wife before he killed her. I have been watching too many bad movies, I can tell.

Then, there she was, incredible hooters swinging in the sunshine as she proudly strode up the path, still naked as the day she was born (but a whole different shape now, of course). She smiled that damned wrinkle nosed seductive grin at me as she walked up to the pickup where I had been pretending to read my book. Her eyes were sparkling as she stopped by the window to my pickup. “You should have come along honey! I had a lot of fun! Made some new friends! But since you weren’t there, I had to find a nice man to put more suntan lotion all over me since you weren’t there to do it!” Her eyes were glued to mine while she spoke, and remained there for several moments afterwards, as though gauging my reaction to her provocative words. I realized she had emphasized the word ‘all’.

I wanted to ask just how much of her he had touched as he put the lotion on her. But I didn’t. But I wanted to. Really bad! Really really bad. I had visions of a well-muscled, huge hand as one finger caressed her clitty, smearing lubrication onto her wet opening. I must have blushed, because Sheila giggled as she watched my face.

“Where did you put my clothes hon?” she asked. Then she added, “You wouldn’t want me to have to drive naked all the way to Oregon would you?” She giggled again, her nose wrinkling as, I think, she pictured herself driving nude along the freeways. “I might get really sunburned on my nice new titties baby! Wouldn’t that be awful? I would have to find another nice doctor to take good care of them, wouldn’t I?” She patted my crotch through the window to see if I was hard or not.

I was, but I swear it was because her breasts were so spectacular, not because of her comments about driving nude, and being nude, and so no. You believe me, don’t you?

She dug through her suitcase and pulled out a diaphanous dress, putting her tank top in her dirty clothes bag. I watched her slowly and luxuriously putting her fresh clean clothing on. She smiled at me several times as she slowly pulled her dress over her head, down her chest as her jutting titties caught the front several times, forcing her to press on them in order to allow her thin dress to slide on over them. When she finally got everything situated inside there, her nipples lay just below the edge of the top of her dress. I thought for a few moments I could see the upper arch of her ruby red nipple, but when I looked again, they seemed to not be visible. Sheila then watched my face as she pulled her panties up her gorgeous legs. Grinning that wrinkle nosed grin, she watched my face as she slowly slid them back down her legs, then took them off, tossing them blithely into the front seat of her new car. She looked at me as she flounced her dress up, showing me she indeed did not have any panties on, then got into her car, her eyes watching mine the whole time. My under shorts were getting a bit soggy in the front.

She went like a bat escaping Hades getting out of LA after that. I was hard pressed to keep up with her. But finally we were headed back down the long steep grade into the desert. As she cruised along at about 80 miles an hour, she seemed to relax. She knows how to use her cruise control, so I set mine and tucked in close behind her.

Within a few miles I could hear the trucker traffic on my single side band radio talking about the woman in the pink TT with the top down that had her tits showing. Soon truck after truck pulled along side to gaze upon her perfections. She waved at everyone. Thank god she didn’t realize that she had a radio in her car to talk to them all on.

About an hour later, one of the truckers reported the lady in the pink TT had pulled her dress up and showed him her kitty. Horrified, I realized it was true, because he accurately reported she was as bare as a baby’s butt down there! The truckers went nuts after that, trying to track where she was headed to and when she might pull over at a rest stop. I think she would have been mobbed by truckers had she decided to stop. I didn’t dare call her on our walkie-talkies, knowing the truckers would most likely pick up on our conversation.

After about five hours of hard driving, and hundreds of horny truckers gazing lustily at her charms, we began seeing signs saying Sacramento ahead. The walkie-talkie crackled to life. “Hon, shall we stop at Sacramento for the night?” she asked over the walkie-talkie.

A ruff trucker’s voice answered instantly, “Lady, if you’re the woman driving that pink Audi, I’ll buy you dinner and drinks, and pay for your room if you will just let me toy with those amazing tits of yours!”

Sheila giggled into her mike. “Hey! Can you mother truckers hear me on this thing?” she chortled.

After that she had continuous conversations about sex with all the bored truckers. After a few hours of the promiscuous banter, her batteries started to run down. I could not get a word in edge wise to warn her to conserve her battery power until we might need it to find each other in Sacramento. Another half hour of her talking like a trucker to all the truckers had the men in an absolute tizzy. Finally her batteries ran out completely. I saw her toss the radio on the seat beside her. There was about ten trucks between her and me by this time, all still trying to get her to answer them, to pull over and let them entertain her, to give them the name of the motel she was staying at that night.

When she pulled off the I-5 interstate, seven of the trucks followed her. Within a few blocks, I had lost her when the trucks could not make it through the stoplights on the same green light as she did. The last time I saw her, she was turning left across traffic and heading down a busy street.

I had visions of never seeing her again. Tears of panic stung my eyes. My heart was beating two hundred beats a minute as I strained to see which way she went. But I could no longer see her pink convertible anywhere.

“What in the sam-hill do I do now?” I wondered out loud, my imagination running wild, seeing a hundred horny truckers using her for hours in my panicky mind’s eye.

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