Emma's Awakening

"Wow!" I said looking her up and down. "I think I'm going to need some water first. This might take longer than usual." I warned. "Can you go get a bottle of water over there?" I looked over to the service station store and handed Emma five dollars.

"In there? Like this? There are a lot of people in there." Emma said with anticipation in her voice. She meant that it wasn't some dark road and she'd be very visible. This outfit is very revealing." She warned me.

"I know, but you're a big tease. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." I said chastising my wife. "But before you go." I took hold of her blouse and opened the only three buttons at the top and then stretched the opening to show some cleavage. Between the cleavage, her erect nipples, and the way the top stretched around the curves of her breast, there was little mystery as to their shape and size. If the officer had seen her this way, he would surely have extended his search.

"Oh-kay?" Emma sounded skeptical and wasn't sure where this was going. She half-smiled hoping this was still a game, but not totally sure, as she headed towards the doors.

When Emma reached the lights of the store area, heads started to turn. With her open v-neck top and raised nipples, it was obvious she wore nothing beneath her knit top. She walked in the front door, letting the bright lights of the store shown through her skirt just as it did when she stood on display in front of the police car headlights.

The silhouette of her legs and hips were visible through the thin material, reminding me of those 'x-ray glasses' ads I saw as a kid. Heads were being turned all around the store. I followed her inside to get a better view. Once inside, Emma stood at the open freezer door deciding from brands of bottled water. She turned just in time to catch me walk in the door, but lowered her eyes as if I was just another customer. I noticed her nipples were rock hard from the cold air at the freezer door.

The store was busy, about six men were inside, and all of them stole a quick look without being obvious. When Emma bent down to take two bottles from a lower shelf, I was sure they could see the dark line between her butt cheeks through the light tan peasant skirt. I heard one man with an Indonesian accent blurt, 'Oh my!"

She took the water to the counter where the cashier didn't even look up at her face, but kept his eyes down on the register. I walked up behind her and gently put my hand on her hip. The cashier glanced up at me, at her chest, then back down into the change drawer and didn't look up again as he handed Emma her change.

I glanced behind me and saw that the men who were watching her at the freezer were now looking toward the cashier's counter. I took the liberty to put my hand just below Emma's right cheek and pressed the skirt against her skin. At that point the color of her skin and her ass could vaguely be seen. The officer probably had not seen this in the dark, because if he had, I think Emma's exaggerated version of the search would have really happened!

With everything that just happened, I could feel that I was fully recovered and ready to go.

Three men in their early twenties came through the door as we stood waiting for our change. At least one caught sight of my hand against my wife's ass. He stopped just inside the doorway and tapped his two buddies. If that weren't enough for them, Emma suddenly turned, exposing the sight of her braless tits in that knit top, now unbuttoned. "Holy shit!" One of them blurted out without even trying to whisper. I'm sure some of the men in that store thought she was either a dancer or a hooker.

"Emma, I think you're showing off more now than you did at the Water Park that time!" I said to her as we walked toward our car.

"I wore this because you said we wouldn't have an audience." She paused. "Here's your water." She gestured as if she'd wanted to say, 'now what?'

"Seeing you beside the car, I didn't realize how much that cop really saw ... or felt." I looked at her waiting for a reply, which was slow in coming.

"I told you I felt naked." She said quietly with a touch of guilt in her voice.

We made our way out of the store and over to the car.

"Let's see just how naked you felt!" I said brightly to change the mood. I put the bottle of water on the hood of the car and placed Emma's arms above her head. She offered no resistance and I knew she wanted to relive that experience with a different outcome before we entered the store. I was now recovered and ready to be that naughty cop for her.

I looked back towards the bright lights. There were people about thirty feet away getting gas and going into the service store. Emma followed my eyes and turned to look. Their presence didn't slow us down. In fact, our exhibitionism seemed to inspire us.

I moved my hands down her sides and over her hips. "Oooooh, I can easily tell there are no panties." I moved my hands around and under her breasts, lifting them slightly. "He felt you here too?"

"Yes." She said calmly studying my face to see my reaction.

"Wow. He certainly knows what your tits feel like."

I'm knelt at her ankles and moved my hands up her legs. I could hardly feel the skirt. My hand cupped her groin; I could feel her swelling pussy lips against the outside of my hand. "Here too?"

"Yes." Emma said more bravely. I wondered if she had enjoyed it the first time just as much.

"Nice." I brushed my hand right against her womanhood. "Now turnaround."

She did and I moved my hand around her ass. This felt like the sexiest part to me, because this was how her ass must have looked like to the others in the store. "He did this too?"

"Yes." Her voice was now more lustful.

I took the water bottle and poured some water on her skirt. Her skin came through, as the water soaked into the material.

"What the!" Emma was surprised.

"I like that!" I stared for a moment before I lifted her skirt. She helped hold it up, as a slight breeze blew across my wife's naked ass.

I explored Emma's ass, moving my hand between her legs, gently caressing her very wet pussy. Emma released a loud moan.

I continued to play with her when I heard what sounded like the three men we encountered earlier come out of the store and walk in our direction. I figured it was their car that was parked about five empty parking spaces away.

"We'd better get inside." I whispered to her. I opened the back door and Emma crawled onto the seat. I slid in next to her and resumed caressing her. One hand pinched Emma's nipple while the other hand resumed between her legs. I pulled her across the seat, on top of me where I sat.

I pushed her knit top above her breasts. Emma lifted her body up as she raised the top over her head and off, while I quickly unbuttoned my pants. She sat back down atop me in the backseat, topless in my car for the second time that night, and unaware of why I had moved us inside the car. I rolled her skirt up around her waist and positioned her over my waiting erection. She was very wet and I entered her with little resistance. It was surreal watching cars come in and out of the station while I fucked my wife. At this point it didn't matter. I lifted my body so that my mouth and tongue could work on Emma's tits while I fucked her.

"Ooooooooh." Emma responded, her lips pursed and her eyes squinting seductively.

I realized I let my wife fantasize about having sex with the policeman who just felt her up not more than thirty minutes ago. In fact, I was acting it out! Sure it was just a fantasy, but this one was based on some reality and Emma responded strongly to it. I wondered if my sweet, innocent wife could actually be a closet exhibitionist.

Emma was practically nude, bouncing topless on me in the back seat of our car. We looked over after hearing some loud voices and saw the three guys looking at our car. Emma tried to lean down to hide herself.

"No" I answered quickly. "Stay up like that for a little bit." My mind was now racing with testosterone instead of common sense. Though it was likely dark inside our car, I was sure my wife's bouncing tits could be seen if someone looked hard enough. "You were right. I do want someone to see your titties."

She put her arms behind her hair and turned toward them "Like this?" She shook her shoulders, rocking her tits back and forth. Then she took them into her hands and caressed herself while turning her head to the side. She gave them quite a show.

I could hear them cheering and saw some arms pumping in the air.

I was massaging her clitoris through all this and she responded with a huge orgasm. I felt a cascade of wet cum over my hand. A chorus of cheers and whistles filled the air as Emma leaned forward onto me, her bare back still above the window. I quietly came again too.

"We'd better get out of here before the crowd gets bigger." I suggested looking over and noticing a few more people behind the guys.

Emma got out of the backseat of our car on the side facing to the group of guys. Her dress fell over her legs, but not before showing the dark patch between her legs. Her bare breasts bounced as ran around to the passenger door. She made no pretense of covering up. I jumped over the seat and quickly started the car.

They moved toward our car and shouted to Emma as we slowly drove past them, "Hey, me next!" and "Nice tits!" and "Don't go, I've got something for you!"

Emma pulled on her top as we got entered the road again. "That was one of the biggest orgasms I've every had." She said breathlessly.

"Me too." I said quietly.

We were both quiet on the way home probably wondering how we went from trying to be a little daring, to my underwear-less wife being felt up by a policeman, to fucking in a car in front of other people. That was quite a huge leap in our intimacy for one evening.

I wondered how we accelerated into this behavior so quickly. I also wondered about the ramifications to that role-play, because she really had no clothes on under her skirt or top when the officer felt her almost naked body. He did really did get a nice handful of my wife's tits and ass during his search! Emma even wondered whether he had an erection while doing it. Sure it was a fantasy, but he had a real face. I wondered if she pictured him or me while we fucked in the car?

Even weeks later, I need a cold shower when I think about that night. Emma's been very quiet about it and a little offish. I'm not sure if she's embarrassed by how she behaved or if she now wonders about herself. It's now obvious she enjoys attention to her body. She probably wonders why her husband was turned on by what happened.

I'll ask her in due time, but I'm hoping she is okay with what we did. For me, I can't wait for another adventure like that again.

by docblue - 01/2008