[MF] I learned a lot about wife on New Year’s Eve.

Never knew this had happened until almost exactly a month ago. You’ll have to learn what I learned about my own wife by reading further. Even though I’m passing along the story second hand (with permission), there is enough detail that you won’t regret it.

We’re playing games at the house of a sorority sister of my wife. I don’t remember the name, but it is a sort of truth-or-dare type knockoff of Cards Against Humanity. During one round, I “guess” wrong on how my wife would answer a question on one of the cards. Much to my surprise, she answer “yes” to “Have you ever had sex in public?”

I was stunned. Honestly, even a little hurt. I’d actually asked her that question once or twice over the years. I think I’d always asked something more like, “Have you had sex in front of other people?” But, the answer was always no.

She was a sex craved lunatic in college, and I knew that. I just figured that was something that just hadn’t happened, despite some other stories that I’ve been told (and even a few things I witnessed myself before we started dating) that sometimes make me wonder why that slut doesn’t make more appearances these days.

“Yes” That is what her card said. I joked that we were going to have to talk later while the other two couples let out the “Ohhhhh, whoaaaa!” and “Awwwwww damn!” reactions. She’d fucked in public and I didn’t know. Here’s the story she told me as best I remember it.

She was at the lake on the boat of a friend of her then-boyfriend. They were anchored in a place referred to as “party cove” by some, “Keystone cove” by others (after the terrible beer for some reason). She wasn’t drinking Keystone, though most people usually are when they’re there. I guess its cheap?

She said she had the bright idea of putting jello shots in their cooler. She didn’t remember what she put in them. She said they’d started to melt in the tray even though they were wrapped and buried in a cooler full of ice. So, in addition to the beers (she emphasized they were NOT Keystone) she’d already had that had made her pretty tipsy, she decided that she needed to not waste the shots by letting them melt and spill. So, she did the drunk girl thing and tried to drink the melted part of the shots out of the ice tray they were in. Looking back on it, she’s grateful that some of them fell out of the tray onto the boat. If she’d taken all of them, she thinks she might have really ended up sick or even in the hospital. Even without them she says it was the most drunk she’s ever been in her life, and its not even close.

The boat is a pontoon boat. The front part of it isn’t inside the rails that surround the rest of “deck.” Pretty standard for that type of boat, so I hope it’s a good visual (it’ll be important in a moment). She says she is cursed with a pretty complete memory of most of the day, including the part where she got fucked in public. She doesn’t know why she remembers that day better than many other times she’s been less drunk and has much less recall of events.

I’m glad she remembers finding herself at the front of the enclosed part of the deck. She said she went up there to encourage some ladies on the boat right in front of them to go ahead show their tits. Those girls said they would if my future-wife would, so my wife pulled down here bikini top just enough for her tits to flop out.

She heard a few remarks about the obvious tan lines and then raised her top back up. A chorus of boos went up, so she kept teasing that she was going to pull her top back down, but never did. A couple of minutes later a drunk guy came bounding up on the boat next to them and said something like, “Damn, did I miss some titties? That usually doesn’t start until later in the afternoon!”

My said she wanted to get a head start and quickly flashed the guy. Little whoops and cheers went up from the guys still paying attention. She was drunk AF and decided to make a playful face at the guys on the boats close enough to see, taunting them as she slow brought her arms behind her back toward the clasp of her bikini top.

She looked back and forth, sorta teasing them. Looking at them with a face she says she hoped was asking them, “Are you sure you want to see them again?” They understood and every time she looked their way they’d start egging her on.

She undid the top and threw the straps off toward the front of her arms, but she said just before it came off her boyfriend grabbed it held it on her tits. He sort of playfully, but not, got on to her about it and yelled out to the other guys that her boobs were his and only he gets to see them.

She said she’d already decided to break up with him. While she didn’t do it in words right there, she said she decided that she’d do it through action. After he took his hands off her tits, instead of putting her top all the way back on she leaned over, let the straps fall back off her shoulders, and then let them slide down her arms with top landing outside the railing that she was now leaning over a little bit.

I’ll keep it short. Boyfriend objects (which I understand). She is ashamed at how she emasculated him by telling him to go to hell in front of everyone. But she didn’t care then and pulled her arm away from him. She says he grabbed her out of concern and to try to stop the embarrassment for both of them. It wasn’t a controlling or aggressive type of grab. So it was easy to break free and start immediately shaking her shoulders to make her boobs jiggle for the crowd.

She said it was only about 4-5 men and 2-3 women on one boat, about 2-3 men and a woman on the other boat, two other women on her boat, plus her boyfriend, the boat’s owner and a couple of his friends. She thinks there were also a handful of people in the water in front of the boat who could see.

Only because my wife had been drinking, and because she was in a room with people who witnessed the event, did I think she tell me about this. She said that some of her sorority sisters made their way over from 2-3 boats down, hopping from deck to deck of the boats that were anchored together, and two of them had been playing that card game with us that night.

They didn’t share details, but my wife did. One of them tried to talk my wife back into her top and convince her to sit down. After two or three tries, my wife didn’t seem to be stopping and a couple of the other sorority sisters said to let my wife have some fun. She said they said it in a “woo girls” kind of way. That’s a reference to “How I Met Your Mother” she said. I guess that means they were enthusiastic about her putting on a show.

She did just that. Completely out of character for her now, she said she yelled out “I’m gonna get a sunburn on the parts that aren’t tan. Anyone have any sunscreen?”

She doesn’t know how she ended up with a bottle of it, but she squeezed some onto her hand, put the bottle down on the seat next to her, shared some with her other hand, then began to rub it onto her tits. This is where things got crazy and its probably best that her boyfriend had gotten pissed off and swam over to another friend’s boat. She didn’t know he had done it, he had told her later when she went to get her bag from his apartment the next day (after he yelled at her and called her a few names, they’ve never spoken again).

So he didn’t hear some guy ask if she needed help with the sunscreen. Entirely predictable. My wife said she was stunned, even while drunk, to here herself say she thought she could use an extra hand. She admitted it was a bad pun. The growing group watching didn’t seem to care and made some more noise, almost cheering.

She said it didn’t seem like it took very long for the guy to jump off his boat, swim to the one she was on, and them climb up the ladder. After some encouragement from the crowd, he started rubbing, then grabbing, her tits.

He playfully asked if he was helping, my wife said yes, but that she could use a little more. She turned around, arched her back just enough so that if she tip toed, she could get most of her ass on the top of the rail. When she did so, she said that group of swimmers around the boat and the people who had found their way over to the one that was tied to them broke out into full on applause mixed with some whistling, laughing, and yelling things like “Hell yeah!” and “Damn! No no way! Fuuuck!” I’m sure you can imagine a mostly drunk crowd’s reaction.

The guy starts rubbing her ass. More laughter, catcalls, and yelling from the people watching.

Then something she remembers vividly. Someone yelled, “Shit, go ahead and shove it in there. We won’t look.” The man who had just massaged her tits and was now rubbing her ass called them liars.

That guy declined. Actually said something about having a girlfriend and he knew some mother fuckers not being able to keep their mouths shut.

She was facing away from the ladder and didn’t know another guy was swimming to the boat until he started climbing the ladder and the water gave him away. That guy told the other guy to move, that he’d do it.

The first guy moved. The second guy wasted no time pulling my future wife’s bikini bottoms to the side. But, it was too awkward with the rail in the way. The guy told her to go out of the little gate at the front of the boat and get outside the railing. She said, no. That if he was going to fuck her, it’d be with her facing the front of the boat.

When telling me the story, I think my wife suddenly realized she was letting it slip that she had enjoyed showing off for that crowd and was wanting to see everyone watching her get nailed. I asked her who it was, what she thought, and all those things. I was pretty excited hearing the story and she could tell. So threw in a few details here. I will probably ask in the near future if she was just making them up because she could tell I was into the story, or whether it was real.

She said the guy was your typical alpha male. In retrospect, she thinks its pretty clear that the guy was on steroids. He was, by far, the most muscular person she’s ever slept with. Me included. Probably naturally the biggest too (in stature, not his dick). She said he was probably 2-3 inches taller than me. I’m 6 feet tall, even. Almost grotesquely “muscled up.” Against her rather petite frame, she was sure there was quite a contrast.

He hopped over the railing, ignoring the small gate. My wife said she barely even looked at him at that point. She just turned around and took a half step back from the rail so that she could leave her arms extended when she braced herself on it. She remembers having to move to the other side of the boat, because the side they were on had the control column and the guy’s size and her moving back a little didn’t leave enough room.

After moving, she bent over, put her palms on the rail, and arched her back. She flat out said that she was wanting to let the people watching see as much of her as they could, and that arching her back made her tits more visible. She said she can’t remember what all the crowd was now saying, but it was clear they liked what they were seeing.

This time, the muscular guy didn’t push her bikini bottom to the side. He actually pulled them down around her hips and she stepped out of one side of them to get her legs apart. Once she did, the guy pulled his shorts down just enough to let his hard dick escape from his swimsuit. He pushed his dick right in.

My wife said that even though the guy was physically enormous, his dick was average. She insisted she wasn’t making a steroids joke and that he wasn’t anywhere near the smallest she’d had, but she’d had bigger. She didn’t make any comparisons to me! But, she got frustrated because the guy didn’t even give her so much as a courtesy rub before just plowing into her from behind and she was actually much drier than she though she was and it was sort of uncomfortable.

She said it didn’t take long for that to change though. She got wet in hurry. She said the guys hands were, like the rest of him, huge. Powerful too. She’d never had a partner so “powerful” before. And, she says she hasn’t since. The guy was just clearly a gym rat and she could tell. His wrapped around her hips way further than most men. He had a really nice, strong grip too. She remembers some things very positively!

This guy tore into my future wife from behind without a hint of foreplay or patience. She said it was also one of the quickest sex sessions she’d ever had, but she couldn’t really guess how long it had taken. He was a hard and fast thruster. She thinks he was probably just trying to get it done now that he had started and so that he could have a story to tell and get a few high fives back on his boat.

She said she heard a couple of comments from the crowd. “Those are some nice tits. Look at ’em bounce!” She heard something about her “hot ass getting pounded” and a few guys guessing about whether she’d let a train be run on her.

That didn’t happen. And, if you’re looking for a porn-like ending with some kind of money shot, that didn’t happen either. The guy eventually just said, “I’m gonna cum.” My wife said she told him it was OK, that she was on the pill. She heard the owner of the boat say something like, “Yeah, don’t pull out and get that shit on my boat. Get one those of towels.”

She said it wasn’t long before the guy gave a single grunt just before she felt him unload inside of her. He slowed his last few pumps way down before grabbing the towel that had been thrown at him, almost mid orgasm, and handing it to my wife. She used it to keep things clean as the guy backed out of her. The crowd knew at that point what had happened and yelled and clapped in approval, congratulating the guy.

My wife had to put up with a few random, “When’s my turn?” comments, but nothing was said that was too bad. She gathered her bikini top and put it on, dampening their enthusiasm. She didn’t put her bottoms back on until they got back close to shore later that day. Her boyfriend at the time never came back to the boat and she just sat on the towel that was partly bunched between her legs for obvious reasons.

She said she ended up throwing up twice that day. She’s never drank like that again and doesn’t plan too. After she finished telling me what happened, she apologized for never telling me. She figured it would never come up. She couldn’t help but notice I was little excited by the story. I think she’s curious as to why, but hasn’t had the guts to ask me about it.

When we got home that night, we rang in the new year….wink, wink. With the story I’d just heard in mind, I planned on asking to get behind her and to have her put her hands up on the top of the headboard. It’s as close as I’d be able to get that night to imitating how she’d been fucked in front of a couple of dozen people.

But, she beat me to it. As I was fucking her from on top, she stopped me and, with a tone that said I had little choice, said, “Get behind me.” I did. And without me asking, she put her hands up on the top of the headboard.

I know what she was thinking about while I fucked her that night.

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