Being on display turns Katrina on in a whole new way — introducing her and her receptive husband to the myriad of exhibitionistic pleasures.

My wife, Katrina, and I have always loved the water. So it surprised no one that the first purchase we made as a couple was a fifty-foot boat, customized with all the comforts of home — a bathroom, shower enclosure, a small galley, flat-screen TV and a full-size bed. The bay was less than an hour from our apartment, and we used every excuse to spend the weekend far from the mainland, relaxing in the sunshine with the waves lapping at our hull.

When the weather was warm, Katrina didn’t wear much on deck, usually stripping down to a bikini during the day and wearing absolutely nothing at night. In the daylight, when we were close to land — and other boats — she always attracted stares from curious observers, her ample charms barely covered by her skimpy swimwear. As her husband, I was on quite familiar terms with her gorgeous body, yet her brazenness excited the hell out of me. I loved seeing Katrina on display in next to nothing, with strangers openly gawking at her. And I had my suspicions that Katrina liked to be on display just as much.

Last July, the two of us packed a bag as soon as we came home from work, grabbed a few supplies from the grocery store, and headed to the boat. Our vessel was completely seaworthy, but while we often ventured far and deep during the day, I liked to anchor in shallower waters at night.

We woke late Saturday and lolled around on deck after breakfast. Katrina lounged on a cushioned ledge on the port side, while I sat off the helm above her, fishing. As we were still relatively close to land, there were one or two other boats visible in the distance. It was cloudy out, but warm and humid, and Katrina was wearing the briefest of string bikinis, her bodacious breasts practically bursting out of her tiny top. I had half a rod merely from glancing at her every few minutes.

The day drew close to noon, and as I brought a cooler full of beer out from the galley, I noticed that one of the other boats had drawn closer to us. I thought nothing of it at the time, figuring that perhaps the fishing was better in that spot. About twenty minutes later, when Katrina got up to grab a beer, I noticed that same boat was at half the distance of its previous position. Curious now, I grabbed my binoculars to have a quick peek at this sporty-looking yacht. Sure enough, there was a guy in a polo shirt and white shorts, ogling my wife through a little refractor scope.

“Hey,” I called down to Katrina. “You’ve got a fan in that boat with a scope.” Katrina peered at the other boat. “Oh, my God — he’s watching me?”

“Apparently.”

Katrina smiled. “Maybe I should give him something to look at.”

My cock stirred at the very thought. “Maybe you should.”

Katrina’s head spun toward me. She could tell from looking at me that I found the idea as exciting as she did. “Really? You want me to play with him?”

I scanned the area. “Nobody else is around to see.”

“Then let’s have some fun.” Katrina got up, walked to the deck railing and waved. The little patches of her top covered only her nipples, with her slit nearly visible through the snug-fitting bottoms. She leaned over the rail to give the guy a good eyeful of her 36Ds, letting him know that she was aware of him watching — and more important, that she didn’t mind.

After stepping back, she began moving her hips, her dance blatantly erotic while she gazed across the water. Her hands started traveling over her beautiful bronze skin, up her hips, over the smoothness of her belly, and finally across her breasts. She cupped those generous mounds of flesh, her fingers circling the nipples. I could see the nubs stiffening beneath the thin fabric of her top. She let one hand slide down the front of her body and settle between her legs. She rested a finger along the length of her slit, nudging her barely covered sex. Her lips parted from the rush of pleasure the pressure brought her. She looked up at her audience with seduction in her dark eyes. He couldn’t see the heat in her stare, but I could and my cock instantly stiffened.

I felt like my dick was going to burst out of my shorts as my wife squatted down and spread her knees, sliding her hands lewdly up the insides of her thighs. She slipped a thumb under the waistband of her bikini bottom while blowing her observer a kiss.

Standing up, she moved her hands to her breasts again, sliding her fingers underneath the tiny triangles to tease and pinch her nipples. I could tell that she was getting very aroused from the way her body moved. She turned and, wiggling her butt suggestively, reached behind her back to undo the lower tie of her top, leaving it hanging from her neck. The scrap of fabric dangled between her now exposed breasts, and she turned back to dance some more, sliding her hands over her naked tits and rolling the nipples between her fingers. Then she put her hands behind her head and shook her breasts like a brazen stripper.

I didn’t know about the guy in the other boat, but I was a basket case. Katrina undid the upper tie, and the top fell from her body. She started dancing again, raising her arms over her head. Her tits jiggled as she swayed her hips. She didn’t waste any more time teasing her admirer or herself; she danced over to the ledge, sat back on the cushions facing her voyeur and spread her legs, sliding a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms to stroke herself. The emotion on her face showed how much it excited her to do something so private for a complete stranger.

Her free hand tugged at the string ties of her suit bottom, her probing fingers pushing the front panel away as she massaged her pussy in earnest. The dark hair of her closely cropped bush left a stark shadow against her bare skin, and she nudged her clit with the tip of a finger. Our spectator friend wasn’t close enough to hear her moan, but I was.

Spreading her labia wide, Katrina teased the entrance to her pussy. Then she slipped a finger in her mouth, showing off her oral skills as she moved the digit in and out. Smiling, she then pushed her spit-slickened finger into her cunt. Her lips formed a perfect “O” as she finger-fucked her pussy.

Her free hand was traveling over her naked body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I climbed down onto the deck to edge closer to my wife as she diddled her pussy. “Oh, Gary,” she moaned. “Doing this in front of a stranger is driving me crazy. I’m gonna come!”

She gasped, her hips pumping as she surrendered to rapture. I crept up behind her, moving slow so as not to startle her, and leaned over to give her forehead an affectionate kiss. With her body trembling, Katrina raised her head to kiss me on the mouth, her hands still between her legs. I climbed over, kneeling next to her to steal more kisses, and she reached between my legs to fondle my cock through my shorts.

I was a little self-conscious at first, but terribly excited at the same time. There was something undeniably thrilling about indulging in such naughty behavior with someone watching. I moved my hand over Katrina’s naked body — her breasts and belly, her hips and thighs — before centering on her cunt. Raising her legs, I fondled her bare bottom, giving it a playful slap. Her hand dipped under my shorts to play with my hard prick, and I bent to kiss and suck at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as bullets, her skin delicious. “Oh God,” she panted. “I’m so horny!”

I’d never seen her like that. Katrina was always wildly sexual in the bedroom, but never in public. She maintained a quiet, reserved demeanor out of the house; her choice in clothes was sensual but never overtly provocative, yet there she was, preening like a jungle cat in heat. I grabbed her hips, moving between her thighs to feast on her pussy.

She laughed at my eagerness, reaching to spread herself for me with both hands. I moaned at the first taste of her. She was still wet and slippery from her orgasm. I licked her pussy with glee, paying special attention to her pretty pearl, and then let my tongue probe her hole. “Oh, yes!” she cried. “Eat me! Eat my fucking pussy, Gary!”

I jammed my tongue inside her, loving how far I could reach with Katrina holding herself open for me. I dipped in deep, and then sucked her clit until she moaned. I pulled back, but impatient with my teasing, Katrina began toying with her button. I could never get enough of her masturbating; the sight turned me on like nothing else. I was soon thrusting my tongue in and out of her with a steady, insistent rhythm while she writhed around and rubbed her clit. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come again!” she cried, grabbing my head and grinding her pussy against my face.

My cock was threatening to poke out of my shorts. As soon as I lay Katrina back down on the cushion, she freed my erection, hefting my prick with both hands. Again, I felt a momentary flash of shyness as she stroked me in full view of this peeping stranger, but I was soon too excited to care. Katrina pumped me slowly, proudly displaying my manhood to her anonymous friend.

She delighted in teasing me, slapping my raging hard-on against her lips. She’d never done this before, but now she chuckled when she saw how crazy the action made me. My cock was swollen with lust, and I gasped as Katrina closed her lips over the head. Now she showed the man what those beautiful blowjob lips could do, running them up and down my shaft, taking me deep.

I was loving every second. I didn’t know whether this guy wished he was in my place, or whether he just liked to watch, but knowing he was there brought a whole new aspect to our lovemaking. Katrina was on all fours now, sucking my cock, and I reached over to caress her behind. My wife has a truly magnificent ass, and I happily indulged my obsession with it, admiring her curves and slapping her smooth skin. I let my finger glide slowly down her crack for the benefit of our friend, and then pushed my pointer into her moist cunt.

Katrina started moaning as I fingered her pussy, and the noises intensified my pleasure. The hum and vibration of her passion made me weak, and I hadn’t the willpower to stop her. Sensing my arousal, she stopped before I lost my load, climbing onto my lap to straddle me. She lowered herself down on my cock, saying in a husky voice, “Let’s really give him something to look at.”

Having sex outside with the breeze on our naked skin was quite erotic. The fact that we had a spectator witnessing us at our most intimate made the experience monumental. Katrina milked the moment for all it was worth, sliding up and down my rod with deliberate slowness. She reached back, spreading the cheeks of her ass to give our onlooker a better view of her asshole as she fucked me. I’d never seen her that excited, never suspected she had such a raunchy side, and I was in heaven with this new discovery.

Her rhythm quickened with her growing need, and she moved faster on my pole. “My little exhibitionist,” I growled in her ear, spurring her on even further. She grabbed the back of my head and shook her titties in my face. Suddenly, she sat down hard and bucked her hips.

“I like it!” she gasped. “I like him watching us. God, it’s so good!”

She gritted her teeth and moaned as another orgasm ripped through her body, but she didn’t stop moving. Instead, she resumed her easygoing rhythm, savoring the delicate friction. I held myself still as she withdrew all the way, lifting herself off my cock and allowing my hard-on to spring back and forth in sweet frustration. Then she’d have to chase my erection, maneuvering her butt as she searched around for me. When she found the right spot, she plummeted to take all of me in at once, swirling her hips in a circular motion to put on a good show.

“Put your finger in my ass,” she moaned.

“What?” She’d never asked for such a thing before.

“Do it. Not too deep — only a little bit.”

“He should love this.”

Katrina smiled. “I think I’m going to love it, too.”

She did. I wet a finger in my mouth, then reached around her hip and toyed with her tight, little hole. “Oh, yeah!” Katrina chanted over and over. I teased her for another moment, and then began putting gentle pressure in the center of her opening, gradually slipping my finger into her ass. “That feels amazing!” she moaned.

I penetrated her to the first knuckle, and instead of sliding in and out, maintained only the gentlest back and forth motion. The result was almost miraculous; Katrina bounced up and down in my lap, panting and grunting as she came, her hips churning in a manner most obscene. This time, I couldn’t help myself — my head went back, and a beastlike roar emanated from deep in my throat as I filled her with my load.

What followed was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Katrina stood up and turned around to face our peeping pal. Sitting down in front of me, she opened her legs, spread the lips of her pussy and played with herself while my come seeped out of her hole. I sprang up to move around so that I could also see her show.

It was wonderfully dirty, and yet there was a certain admirable beauty to my wife’s wanton behavior. Katrina dipped a finger into her cunt to get more of my load, spreading some on her hard nipples before making a big display of inserting her cream-covered digit into her mouth. My cock was already half hard again, and I practically dove to the deck floor in front of her, kneeling to lick the rest of my come from her sloppy snatch. “Oh, that’s so hot!” she gasped.

I licked her clean, and by the time I finished she was soaking wet. My prick was pointing at the sky again, and Katrina didn’t dawdle. She sat me back down in the same position and lowered herself onto my cock again. The only difference was that this time she faced the man watching us, so that he could see my cock moving in and out of her pussy.

“He’s watching,” she crooned, slamming herself down on my rod with unbelievable enthusiasm. “He’s come closer, Gary. He’s still looking at us.”

She was right. I stole a glance in his direction; our spectator was only about a hundred feet from us now. With the scope he was using he’d be able to see every intimate detail of our union, down to the honey glistening on the underside of my rod from Katrina’s sopping wet cunt. Katrina slowed down once more, pacing our enjoyment and his. She cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples, which made her pussy even more slippery.

“His cock is probably leaking pre-come,” she said. “His balls must be getting tighter, ready to blow his load.” She began rocking her body faster and reached between her legs to play with her clit as she rode me. I was quickly approaching the point of no return. “Don’t spill it yet,” Katrina insisted. “Don’t you dare come until I say so. I want to give this horny guy a finish he’ll never forget.”

Her rhythm grew frantic, and she sank down, howling as her orgasm crashed over her. I was dizzy with need, but Katrina stood me up and dropped to her knees, taking me into her hot, wet mouth until my cock was buzzing with my imminent orgasm. Knowing I was close, she scampered off my body and knelt at my side to jerk me off. “Come!” she begged. “Shoot your cream all over me so he can see.”

With a cry, I looked down to see the first burst rocket out to strike Katrina’s face. The next salvo landed in her mouth, and the last few spurts striped her heaving breasts. I lost my balance, falling back onto the cushions while Katrina turned toward our anonymous friend and ate up all the come from her tits.

Once we caught our breath, I was eager to get out of there before someone else saw us and decided to call the authorities. We donned our swimsuits, and I fired up the motor and headed out to sea. I gave a blast of our horn, and our friend answered with three quick toots. Katrina stood at the rail, waving and blowing kisses to him, thanking him for the fun we’d had together.

That day let me and Katrina know how exciting it was to put ourselves on display. Since then, we’ve joined an exclusive sex club in order to have the opportunity for people to watch us ball each other. Both of us find it to be an incredible turn-on. My sassy Katrina has also developed a taste for flashing men on the road. She waits until I’m behind the wheel to lift up her top and reveal her beautiful breasts to strangers in passing cars. I have a feeling there will be another public display very soon. Katrina’s been itching to give a show lately. So if you’re driving on the highway and happen to see a bodacious blonde lifting her shirt — honk your horn and wave!