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Being keen readers of all kinds of articles and magazines to do with sex and sexual encounters of all types, and as a frequent visitor to swinger ad web sites, I wanted to share some of the interesting experiences that my wife and I enjoyed recently on one of our travels. Some background on us. Both divorced and on our second marriage of 11 years but 19 together, with grown up children all now out of the house. She, Isabella, at 46, is a very attractive and elegant woman, lightened hair, with a naturally lovely complexion and firm skin, and in excellent physical condition, without the aid of massages, gyms, etc. An enviable product of genetics. Me, 54, weight/height proportionate, in good shape also, with a disciplined regimen of sensible diet and exercise, etc. In short, two healthy, productive, and energetic people, sharing many common interests, one of which is sex and everything to do with sex. We like to talk about it, read about it, see movies on it, discuss it when we can with some of our more open-minded friends, and of course, practice it together – a lot, and in all its varieties and variances. Our sex life would have to be described as very active and uninhibited; my wife is a very sexy, exciting, and sensuous woman, with a large sexual appetite, and always RWA - ready, willing, and able. And open to try anything new together. We have great communication on all topics, with no limitations or taboo subjects. I always maintain that if a couple can talk openly and freely about sex, any other communication is easy. Although somewhat timid in the beginning of our relationship, from a somewhat repressed and conservative first marriage, with over 14 years together and children out of the house, she has become very self confident and adventuresome. She loves to dress up in sexy clothes and be a bit of an exhibitionist whenever the opportunity arises. This is mainly on our travels, as we live in a conservative city where we are both well-known, and appearances are important. She has gone topless on a St. Martin beach, and after some convincing even ventured on to a nude beach in Martinique after a few piña coladas! One thing, however, we both really enjoy is for her to go out with no panties, which happens any time we go out in the evenings to a restaurant, to dance clubs, or similar: makes us both feel sexy and excited all evening, with great bed sessions when we get home. Can’t do this at the office though! However, if we are away from home, she wears nothing at all under her light dresses. Knowing that she is not wearing panties, or using bare, thigh length stockings, naked under her dress, with her pussy so easily available to my frequent touch, gets her sopping wet, gets me hard, keeps us both highly aroused all evening, and leads inevitably to great sex when we get home. She adores oral sex, and I especially love drinking up all that wet sweetness over long sessions! On a recent trip to Miami, itself a vibrant anything-goes Latinized city, we decided that she would be able to realize some of her fantasies – like not using any underwear at all the whole 10 days there, as we were unlikely to run in to anyone we knew that time of year. This would be combined with using sexy, semi-transparent and open blouses and shirts, showing off her lovely tits and body to the maximum, without breaking the law; and to wear very short skirts to “flash” her short-trimmed triangle from time to time; in short, to dress and feel sexy all the every day, all the time. Did I mention that she has great looking legs? Well shaped and firm – no flab or cellulites at all. And a lovely round tight ass. She does! Plus beautiful, firm breasts – not large, more grapefruit than melons, but well worth a second look. Which she frequently gets, and enjoys. Not Miss Universe, but definitely a very attractive overall package, and looks years younger than her 46. Our first night out, we had dinner and a good wine in Coconut Grove, then went to a Latin Club for dancing– low lights, good music, interesting crowd, and a nice buzz from the wine and drinks. Isabella had put on a dove grey semi transparent silk blouse, well open at the top, outlining and showing her lovely breasts in an indirect and filmy way, the dark area of nipples visible, as well as a clear outline of the nipples, which were hard almost all night from the air conditioning and me rubbing them; plus a very short black mini skirt that rode well up on her thighs whenever she sat down, barely four fingers away from baring all. And of course, no underwear. Getting out of the taxi, she “flashed” a lot of leg to the doorman, right up to her close-cropped pussy – I know, because I also positioned myself to look. Probably more gratifying than a tip! And sitting on a high stool at the bar together, ample legs showing, with a “flash” every time she got down to dance with me. Needless to say, she was drawing a lot of attention, especially from the men, and me, and loving every minute of it! This kept us both horny all night. Once back in our hotel room, the night was in one of pure wet ecstasy. My wife is also highly multi-orgasmic, and had many that evening. I am able to sustain an erection for prolonged periods, after the first round. The following day, we had lunch in a terraced restaurant, overlooking one of the marinas in downtown Miami. Our table sat about 6 feet up from a walk-space and dock, and just below were a couple of young studs drinking beer in their power boat. Their attention was riveted on Isabella, sitting so close by, slightly above and directly in front of them, wearing a white mini-dress, lots of beautiful leg showing, and at each crossing and uncrossing, leaving little to the imagination in that position. I suggested that I would make as if to go to the wash room, and she should turn slightly towards them, uncross her legs, and let them have a better view right up her dress. Basic Instinct style! Which she agreed to do, while I watched the scene from a little inside the restaurant. They almost swallowed their beer cans! She did this right through the time we sat there. What a turn on for us both – not to mention the boat boys! I asked her if she was enjoying looking at their hard cocks in their cut-offs, which she was doing, though from behind sunglasses. Later that week, walking in a shopping center, we were approached by an attractive young lady, offering us a free lunch in a new resort. It turned out o be a time share offer, whereby you had to agree to sit through a conference after the lunch. But what really interested us, was that the offer included a courtesy limousine ride there and back from our hotel. One of Isabella’s great fantasies was to be fucked in a moving limo, and we looked at each other with knowing smiles, and agreed to attend the invitation. We had ridden in limos before, when she had taken off her panties for me to look, and even masturbated in it with her back to the driver, with me watching, which we both loved. She loves to masturbate with me watching her, and I go nuts every time she does. But we never had the opportunity of going any further than that in a limo. So we said: OK! Arrangements were made for two days’ time, 11:00 AM pick up, with lunch at 1 PM, followed by the conference, and then the car would bring us back. Needless to say, we spent the next two days and nights all excited about the possibilities this limo ride might present, discussing what she would wear, just how far we might be able to go, and how to deal with the driver. In short, more excitement– much eating of delicious pussy, a lot of sucking of a hard cock, many orgasms, and great fucking - while talking over the whole episode, with her trying on different types of sexy dresses and letting our imaginations run away with us. Finally we settled on a sexy dress she had picked up a couple of days before, but not yet worn: a light, clingy wrap around number, semi transparent depending on the light, a loop over the neck but completely open at the back, easily removed with very easy access both top and bottom in front, tied only at the middle with a matching sting belt. If you weren’t careful when sitting, it slid open right up to the thigh level. Very sexy indeed! But it afforded some degree of elegant circumspection as well, since we had a lunch - conference to attend. Perfect. Being very flimsy and almost transparent material, it was decided she should maybe use a light semi-see through bra for the lunch, which she would remove before the ride back, leaving her naked underneath. Next morning, the limo arrived on time, driven by Vincent, a good looking uniformed chauffeur in his mid 40’s, medium height, good build, very polite and attentive. We introduced ourselves, and got in the back: me on the back seat facing the front, and my wife on the jump seat facing back and me, behind the driver. The limo was typical of its kind: a stretch Lincoln Continental with darkened glass on the windows; a half glass partition in the middle inside with an opening about 30” long by 12” wide, dividing the front compartment from the passenger seats at the back, with a fixed darkened black glass about 10” long at the two extremes. The middle part had a glass partition which could be raised for more privacy, or left open, as it was now, for talking to the driver. As we drove off, I began chatting with him – how long he had been a limo driver, what kinds of people he got to drive, was he married (yes), how long was the drive to where we were going (35 minutes, depending on the traffic, etc). In short, getting to know a bit about him. We had decided to add a little spice to the event by pretending that my wife did not speak any English. We are both fluent in English, Spanish, and French. We opted to use French between us, since almost everyone in Miami speaks Spanish, and I would “translate”. That way, we could talk in private to each other. Within minutes of pulling in to the traffic, my wife allowed her dress to fall open in front, revealing all of her legs, which she parted slightly to afford me a full view of her now exposed pussy. This we kept with full, but close-cropped light brown hair, which I prefer to a shaved pussy, and which I myself trim to my own taste. No Mohican or similar hairstyles. I always love to look and enjoy the dark shadow of it through transparent panties, or free to the sight, with nothing on – as now. Step one of the fun – having the limo ride there. She proceeded to caress her legs, with her hand slipping ever closer to her center of pleasure, playing with herself for me to watch, lovingly caressing her lower body, moving down to her clito, staring at me directly with half closed eyes, with a wicked smile. All this with me chatting with Vincent, and him talking to us, pointing out the sights, me pretending to translate to her, sitting directly behind him, not a foot away, while she fondled herself in to a state of arousal. I even got him talking about some of the wilder things people had done in his limo. He said he had seen pretty much everything in that back seat, including even people actually making out. Asked if that bothered him, he said not at all, that he had enjoyed many interesting sights from his mirror. As long as they paid up at the end, and did not damage his limo, what people said and did was their business. That sounded pretty positive to us. By the time we arrived at the Resort, Isabella had by now had at least two big orgasms, only partially muffling her moans by biting on her hand. Before we arrived at our destination, I had to tell her in French she had better cover herself fully exposed pussy up and give me time to get my hard cock back down, or we’d make a pretty picture getting out of the limo, with my profile all bulging! I was wearing a loose fitting guayabera shirt, precisely thinking of this situation, but it did not quite cover all of my now very visible bulge, which she brushed with the back of her hand as we got out. When we arrived at the resort, Vincent said this could take up to 3 hours or more, depending on whether we decided on a follow up meeting after, as many couples did. We said, no, we’d be out after the conference to meet him. He agreed to return to collect us in a couple of hours. The place was quite beautiful, with well kept gardens and facilities, clean and maintained, like almost all these types of resorts in Florida. We had a good lunch, a few glasses of wine, attended the conference, sitting close together, conscious of what happened on the way over, and what might happen on the way back – fulfil my wife’s fantasy of fucking in a moving limo. This she had fantasized about for a long time, and the driver seemed sufficiently pleasant that maybe it might actually be possible to do it. We had never before actually fucked with someone else there so close, and who would in all likelihood be well aware of what was going down. Another big turn on! The anticipation only added excitement all through lunch. She kept whispering some very naughty things in my ear, telling how wet she was, and how she was going to drive me nuts, all the while rubbing her hand over my bulging cock, under the table. I asked what if the driver would be looking at us in his mirror, and she replied: “Well, he is only going to see what he knows and does himself” Wow! I thought, and asked: “And are you prepared to let me see us actually fucking?” “It’s such a small space – who knows what he will be able to see”. That only got me more turned, as sometimes when we were hot and at it, we often mentioned fantasies about fucking with others watching, and maybe even watching her with another man, like so many of the stories we read about in the various web sites we browsed from time to time. Although we never took it any further than fantasizing. After the lunch-conference, we had a stroll around the gardens to help digest the ample buffet lunch, bought another couple of glasses of wine at the open air pool bar, sitting on high barstools, with Isabella exposing a lot of bare leg to the pool guests. We both had had quite a few glasses of wine over lunch. From time to time, I would caress her upper thighs, which only got both of us hot. We discussed how we might approach Vincent, with what we had in mind. That alone was an aphrodisiac. Isabella meantime, had gone to the bathroom after the conference (where they try to hard-sell you a Time Share), and removed her strapless and flimsy bra, which she proceeded to drop on the table in front of me. I smelled her delicious perfume, and put it in my pocket, to help disguise my by now quite deformed profile. Step two of the Plan: She was now totally naked (and I could imagine wet) under that flimsy dress for our potentially sexy limo ride! Then we went to look for Vincent and the limo. There he was, waiting for us. I asked him if I could sit in the driver’s seat a moment to see how it felt to drive such a long car. My real intention was to see what he could see of the back area through his rear view mirror, and thus where we needed to sit for our ride back, either to be seen or not, as we decided. We all chatted a while, with my wife sitting in the back, pretending not to understand. Asked if he had a deadline to get back to his base, he said that could be flexible: what did we have in mind? With the confidence established on the ride over, I then proceeded to tell him that my wife had always wanted to ride around in a limo, and (with a conspiratorial wink!) maybe something else, and that if he could give us a sightseeing detour on the way back for about 2 hours, there would be a good tip in it for him. And who knows, maybe having some other unexpected sightseeing benefits himself as well! He obviously got the message, for he grinned at us, winked, and agreed, saying, “Anything you want, you’re the boss! The limo is yours for the afternoon.” As we set off, both of us sat a bit right of center in the rear back seat, with my wife right up next to me on my left on purpose, where Vincent could see our upper bodies, and most of us, but not completely. He drove slowly and carefully out of the Resort, on to the road back. In a few moments, we started with some heavy petting, caressing and deep kissing each other hard and long. Her hand went to my pants front, which she began to unzip immediately, as mine slid in to the top of her dress to touch her left tit and now hard nipple, slipping the dress and sleeve well down off her shoulder and arm, almost exposing that breast, which I proceeded to caress and kiss around, as well as her neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing her now hard nipple in my fingers. That, plus kisses on her neck and back, always drives her wild. She then slipped her arm completely out of that sleeve altogether, leaving one shoulder and lovely breast totally nude and clearly visible to the driver, should he look in the mirror, which he was obviously doing. This for her, was a first, purposefully baring a breast completely in front of another man, and one so close by, but I figured it was the limo ride and what we were doing, combined with the several glasses of wine over and after lunch, and the thrill of being watched. A glimpse towards front showed me that Vincent had indeed adjusted his mirror for a better view, which I murmured to Isabella. That only made her more aroused, especially with a part of her nude and in full view of two men, one a complete stranger. She had by now opened my belt, pants, and boxers, pushed them down below my knees, unbuttoned my shirt, and took out and were fondling my now upright and dribbling cock. I in turn slid my hand up her leg, parted the light dress in front completely on both sides up to her waist. She slid slightly forward on the seat to allow me more freedom to touch and play with her now dripping pussy. I began to gently massage her engorged clito, delicately as I knew she loved. She began to moan more and more audibly, eyes closed, reaching one almost instant climax. She then bent over and took my dripping cock in her mouth, licking it all over. Vincent, I could imagine, while not being able to see all of everything, had to be well aware of what was going on, as he was squirming around in his seat – no doubt adjusting a hardening cock himself too! Isabella was by now very turned on, and seemingly oblivious to our audience, or perhaps because of it, opened her dress completely in front, climbed on top of me, facing me with knees and legs astride, guiding my throbbing and stiff cock in to her sopping pussy, and proceeded to ride me in a frenzy to another orgasm. At the same time, she loosened the strap material around her neck that maintained the dress in place. Now I must say that while we had talked about it a lot, and pretty much thought something like this might happen, the reality of it still caught me a little by surprise. We had fucked in many places over the years - on beaches, in the sea, finger-fucked quickies in darkened corners of night clubs, the terraces and gardens of hotels, even in some semi-public places with people nearby, many times with the possibility of being seen. But never before had we deliberately gone this far and actually fucked with someone so near, a bare couple of feet no less, and perfectly aware and watching all that we were doing, with my wife semi nude to boot. That was a new experience, and what a great turn on for us both! My cock hardens and oozes every time I think about it! For by now, as she rode me to one orgasm after another, she had slipped her dress off the other shoulder, completely exposing all her upper body - her bare back and both of her beautiful boobs, which I was kissing hard as she climaxed. After a moment, she paused to catch her breath, leaning in to my neck, telling me how much she loved me and I telling the same, and what a turn-on, thanking her for being such an adventurous and horny lady! I asked how she was enjoying her fantasy. Her sigh and smile answered. I murmured to her that we had a rapt audience in front, and she smiled and told me to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. He said he was trying, but having difficulty with that, with such a beautiful lady and all that action in back distracting him. At which point Isabella sat up, still with me plugged inside her, and half turned to the front, one hand on my knee, giving Vincent an eyeful of her naked upper body in full profile, both glorious boobs standing firm with nipples full at attention, and said in to me in French: “Then you’d better tell him to find a place to stop before he crashes”. Which I translated. He said there was a sort of park coming up shortly, where he could pull up for a few minutes, if we wanted, and I said, OK, go ahead: better that than crashing in to an oncoming car. Vincent adjusted the mirror again for an even better view, now that it appeared he did not have to sneak looks to the back. My wife then proceeded to loosen the belt holding the dress to her waist, removing it altogether, tossing on the seat next to us. She was now making no pretence of modesty of any kind, even of having anything half covering her below: she was now totally naked in the back of that car!. Again a surprise for me, as I had never expected she would do something like that...ever! But so sexy as well, as it was done with great nonchalance, even in good taste, as in everything she did. Although she loved to walk around the house naked in front of me, never to my knowledge had she ever exposed herself to anyone else, even with her own sister, claiming a certain modesty always. She then got off me, turned around slowly to sit on me facing the front, and reinserted my very stiff cock back in to her sopping wet pussy. This manoeuvre exposed her nakedness almost fully to the front mirror, tits and pussy all, and Vincent, eyes bulging at the sight, nearly drove us off the road! She then sat on me backwards, hands on my knees, and proceeded to rock gently on my stiff cock, watching with half closed eyes, watching Vincent in the mirror watching her. This seemed really to turn her on. I was so astonished that she would do something like this with anyone so close, much less looking at her, but she seemed to be in her own erotic world now, and loving every moment of it. And it was all the more arousing for me, watching my wife totally naked for the first time being admired by a stranger, all her attributes bared, all the while fucking me and coming noisily without any inhibitions. What an experience that was – a new high in our very solid relationship! The driver had by now pulled in to some kind of lay-by, with some trees blocking the highway, facing the ocean. He gently parked facing in, and sat there respectfully, but eyes glued to the mirror. Isabella whispered to me and I translated to Vincent: “My wife wants to know if you are enjoying all this, if it is exciting for you.” “You serious, Man? I almost drove off the road twice!” She whispered in my ear again, and again I was astonished at her forthrightness, but nevertheless translated: “She says then you better take advantage and turn around for a better view.” “You mean that, really? You don’t mind my looking?” he said to me. We both smiled and nodded yes, go ahead. He moved on to a kneeling position on the front seat and turned towards us, back to the dashboard, resting his arms on the back of his front seat, facing the open space of the partition, eyes wide open, only feet away from us. Isabella then did something else totally so out of character; I could scarcely believe it: she reached in to the hand bag next to her and took out our digital camera. “Ask him” she told me in French, “to take some pictures of us”, and stretched out the camera to him while I translated. He looked unbelieving, but nonetheless after I nodded yes, reached toward her through the partition for the camera, which she handed to him, caressing his fingers lightly as she did so. “Boy: no one is ever going to believe this”, said Vincent. “Ask Vincent if he is going to tell his other driver friends what he is seeing today”, Isabella told me. “Or maybe his wife.” “No”, Vincent said, “they would never believe me anyway. And my wife? Never! She’d make me quit driving limos!” She whispered to me to tell him to take a few pictures of us like that, which he did. That even drove her wilder, and she closed her eyes and really went at giving herself a good fuck, all the while with Vincent clicking away. That also made me nuts, and I almost came inside her there and then. She then got off me (I was by now going half limp anyway from 30 minutes of a hard cock inserted inside her), knelt on the seat beside me, facing front, leaning slightly back to the cushions. She was fully extending her naked body up and forward in a languorous stretch, pussy fully exposed and glimmering wet, running her hands through her hair, posing for an additional picture like that. Unbelievable! As Vincent was leaning into the partition for the photo session, this presented him a full and unobstructed view of her entire beautiful body, hard nipples, pubic area pushed slightly up and forward for better viewing, which he photographed several times. This was incredible: my wife behaving like this, almost whorish even, with a strange man not two arms’ length away, taking pictures of her, totally naked, herself enjoying every moment of it – not to mention me...and of course, Vincent!. I began to feel stirrings in my cock again, seeing her act this way, almost like a porno movie star. Fantastic! Even less could I believe what she asked me to “translate” next: “Ask Vincent if he likes what he is looking at, and if it has given him a hard cock.” Both Vincent and I did a double take at this audacity from her. “She wants to know what!!?” he said. I duly repeated the question. “Man, this is some woman you got there! Can you believe this?” he said She repeated that he did not answer the question. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he blurted. “Boy! You have to made of stone not to get a hard on watching this kind of action! Do you do this often?” “No” I said.” Believe it or not, this is the first time ever we do anything like this - ever. It’s always been her fantasy, and thanks to you, it’s now being a reality”. “Thanks to me?” he replied. “Thanks to you. Wow, Man, this is something. Seen a lot in my limo, but never this. Not ever. And ain’t ever gonna forget it either, believe me”. Isabella now turned slightly towards me, with a dreamy expression, still in the same stretched-forward position, one hand behind my neck, looking me directly in the eye, a playful smile on her face, and began caressing her beautiful boobs, pinching gently at her again hardened nipples, and said in French for me to translate: “Tell Vincent that now he has had a good look at me, at us, I think he should let me also have a look at him too, to see if he really has a hard cock “. Now I have to tell you, this just about stopped me in my tracks: just couldn’t believe what I heard. She just looked at my surprised expression, smiling, nodded, and said, yes, ask him. Well, I thought, we were here for the full fantasy. So why not? Vincent’s reaction was similar to mine: “She wants to see what? My cock? To come back there and show her my cock?” “No”, I said, “show it from there, in the front seat, from where you are”. “You sure you OK with this, Man?” he asked me. Yes, I said, it’s OK with me, go ahead, let’s give her the complete fantasy, if he agreed. In a flash, he shrugged out of his driver’s jacket, moved back against the front console of the car, knees resting on the seat and shoes on the floor, and proceeded to open his belt and pants, pushed down his underwear, moved aside his shirt, and popped out his fully erect dick for all to see, holding it self consciously in one hand. Not an overly large member, but a nice size, and of course, fully stiff. Isabella was rapt, gazing at it, glancing at me. I smiled encouragement. She began to massage her hand slowly over her tits and down over her flat belly towards her pussy. Again, I just stared in amazement: it looked like she was actually going to masturbate right there and then, in front of a stranger, with us both looking on! I mean, she always loved me watching her do it, but had always said this was her private gift to me. And here she was about to share it with someone else, with both of us watching. Which she proceeded to do, slightly pushing forward, supporting herself with her other hand on the roof of the car, drawing closer to the partition between the seats, to get a better view of Vincent’s hard cock. He was by now wide-eyed, eyes glued to my wife `s pussy, watching her massage herself, but by now himself massaging his own stiff cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft, increasing now almost to my wife’s own rhythm. She was moaning out loud, moving her body to the rhythm of her own touch, her eyes moving constantly from his dripping cock jerking himself off, to look at me and my own now hard member which I was also caressing, her fingers busy inside herself, a dreamy and far away look on her face, as she worked herself up in ecstasy, in front of us both. This was one erotic scene: three people masturbating and watching each other do the same, in the reduced confines of that car. Awesome! Unbelievable! Isabella was now moaning very loudly, and saying aloud in English: “Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Aaaahhhhhh!” as she had a serious major orgasm. Vincent was obviously too beside himself with excitement to stop, and also came, spurting his creamy liquid all over the car seat. What a show for us all! Seeing that my cock was stiff, Isabella moved on top of me to fuck me again, facing front, I imagine, so as not to miss looking at Vincent looking at her, his cock still pulsating in his hand, dripping his cum all over his fingers and the seat. She rode me to another and yet another orgasm herself within a minute or two. I could almost imagine her fantasizing somewhere in the back of her mind as she fucked me that she was actually holding this new cock and licking all that milk off it, something she loved to do with me, or maybe even fucking Vincent instead of me. That really got me going, slamming harder and harder into her steaming wet pussy, for one huge orgasm myself, which in turn made her also come again. Wow! What a day! After a while, she got off me, got some Kleenex from the box in the car to wipe herself and me, pulled out several more, and still fully naked, moved on to the other back seat, up close to the open panel, reached out and handed these to Vincent through the slot, watching him while he wiped all his cum off the seats and himself. Their eyes met, both smiling. She was now kneeling on the jump seat, only a half arms’ length from him, palms resting on the top of it, with her upper naked body up close to the open space, easily touchable, me watching them. “Thank you, Vincent,” she said in perfect English, “for coming and literally making this such a fantastic day in our lives, and allowing me have such a great ride in your limo. It was truly more memorable than I could have imagined or expected. I will never forget this. Nor you. You have been such a nice man … Thank you.” She then reached one hand through the opening, briefly touching his face, dropping it down, ever so lightly and briefly brushing over his now limp cock still hanging out of his pants, laughing at his reaction. She turned back and came and sat on me, thanking me also, giving me a strong embrace and deep, long kiss. She then moved on to the seat, kneeling and turning to be facing front, reached for her dress and put it back on very slowly, almost unwillingly, leaving it open in front a long while, arranging her hair, smoothing out the dress, enjoying these last moments of frontal nakedness for us both to admire, and her to savour. Vincent, beginning to get himself back together, stated that he had never had such an experience in all his years as a limo chauffeur; this was the most incredible limousine ride of his life, one that he would never forget it, and if we ever needed a limousine again, he would give us his card, and be sure to call him, especially if we had any other fantasies to live out in it! His offer was only too clear. Isabella said yes, who knows, give us a card, with an email, and we might just send him a picture or two for him to prove to his friends that all this really took place in his limo, if he ever mentioned it, so they could see he was not making up the whole affair. Arriving back at our hotel, Isabella made sure to let her dress fall completely open again as she was getting down out of the limo, pausing with one foot on the ground, to give Vincent a good last look of her naked pussy. She then asked me to take a picture with him standing next to the limo, she with one leg propped on the running board at back, the dress falling open almost to thigh length, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes: I gave him a handsome tip (which he was almost reluctant to accept), and he drove off. We spent the rest of the evening reliving all the events of the day in detail, looking at the digital photos over and over, fucking away like two minks, as we would do many times in the future. We still haven’t decided if we should send Vincent a picture, they are pretty graphic, and with Isabella’s or my face visible in most. We spend many sexy and exciting sessions reviewing the photos downloaded to our Laptop, and discussing reliving this experience. We often discuss her motives in reaching through the partition to touch Vincent, brush her fingers down over his cock, and what might have happened had Vincent been bolder in the car, reached forward through the partition and touched her while she was so close to him fully naked, almost provoking him to do so, maybe even caressing her body, feeling up her tits, perhaps even running his own hands down to her pussy, maybe even putting his fingers inside her sweet wetness to touch and enjoy her…. Isabella thought that given those very special erotic circumstances, with all of us being so totally aroused at the time, she might actually have let him do it. Was even for a moment tempted herself to touch him more, maybe even take his cock in her hand and see what it felt like. That how would I have reacted to her doing something like that? To which I cannot not truthfully answer, as it didn’t happen. But more than likely because of that special and so intimate atmosphere in the confined space of the car, I probably might enjoyed her doing that, watching to see what developed. This also forms part of our lovemaking fantasy at times – having Vincent do all that with her, in a sort of erotic threesome, but with the partition between us. We even fantasize that Vincent actually came in back with us, and caressed her, allowing her to caress hi and even suck his cock, but not actually fucking her. We both agree that we feel very comfortable with all that happened that day, and believe it has drawn us even closer together, and we know we were lucky for sure in finding an accomplice as respectful and willing as Vincent. We also agree that having opened up this new dimension in our relationship, and having so thoroughly enjoyed this experience together, plus the fact that it continues to give us food for discussion and erotic times, who knows that this might be the beginning of something new for us to explore further in the future, to add to our already great sex lives. Some fantasies are, we know, just that and should remain so. However, only time will tell what may happen should the right circumstances crop up again. Who knows. Adultfun47 November 2007