The first clue I had that Maggie was a flaming exhibitionist was when she showed up for our third date wearing a micro-mini and, as I was to discover the first time she bent over that night, no underpants. “I know,” she giggled when I told her that everybody could see her bare fanny and pussy. “Wild, huh?”

Well, it was that, all right, but a part of me rebelled at the thought of every man within viewing distance ogling that which belonged to me, so to speak. I’d always appreciated a little exhibitionism in the bedroom, with my love-of-the-moment coming to bed in, say, crotchless panties, or perhaps performing an enticing striptease as a prelude to our fuck, but the kind of brazen public display that Maggie seemed to relish was unnerving.

I figured I had two choices: I could find myself another girl, a demure, quieter type; or I could learn to cope with Maggie’s exhibitionism. I opted for the latter, simply because I had already fallen in love with her. Opposites attract, so they say, and Maggie and I were a classic example of that. She was free-spirited, seemingly without inhibitions, moving ever forward without looking back, quick to laugh and even quicker to fuck. One of a kind, to be sure, and for an introspective man given to quiet pleasures, she was a delightful detour in the road. Still, how was I to handle her appetite for public admiration?

Much more easily than expected, as things turned out. For as the initial shock of Maggie’s exhibitionism dissipated, as she continued to tease and titillate, exposing herself to men whenever and wherever the opportunity arose, I found myself warming more and more to her daring displays. Damn if it wasn’t exciting to watch her reveal one firm, perfectly rounded breast on a crowded dance floor, or sit in such a way that you could see clear up to her pantied pussy, or bend over in a supermarket with her skirt riding way up to expose her naked bottom. After a while it was all I could do to wait till we got home to fuck the living daylights out of her.

Today I am an eager participant in Maggie’s sexy antics, encouraging her to strut her stuff at every opportunity. I delight in shopping with her for the most scandalous lingerie, like crotchless undies and bras with holes cut out to reveal her tempting nipples. I love watching the look on a man’s face when he catches a glimpse of Maggie’s bare breast, pussy or backside. And this past summer, at my wife’s urging, I helped her put on a show. How? By fucking her in full view of a lifeguard.

We had spent an enjoyable day at a local beach, soaking up the sun and just relaxing. As usual, minutes after arriving and spreading our blanket, Maggie had doffed her t-shirt and baggy shorts to reveal a bikini so tiny as to be just this side of illegal. Had she been alone, no doubt she would have been hit on by every guy under eighty. As it was, she was stared at constantly, and I detected more than a few bulges in swimsuits whenever she wiggled down to the water or up to the boardwalk to get us refreshments. It was all I could do to keep my own hard-on under some control.

Anyway, at day’s end, with most of the sun-worshipers having departed, we gathered our stuff and started for our car in the parking lot. As we passed the lifeguard station closest to us, Maggie nudged me in the ribs and said in a low voice, “Come with me.” I looked at her and then up at the lifeguard, a beautifully tanned, muscular fellow in his mid-twenties, who was closing his station for the day. Or trying to. His attention was focused on Maggie, and from the great bulge in his swimsuit, I knew what he was thinking.

“He’s been ogling me all day,” my wife said happily as we started walking toward the far end of the beach.

“I noticed,” I said.

“So let’s make this a day he’ll never forget.”

I still wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I dutifully walked with my sexy wife until we came to a large sand dune. “Behind here,” Maggie said, pulling me around behind the dune. As I threw our stuff on the sand, she said, “He’s followed us here, I just know it.”

“Who?”

“That hunky lifeguard, silly.” My wife spread the blanket on the sand and then kneeled on it. “Come here, you,” she said, smiling broadly. Suddenly it dawned on me.

“We can’t do anything here,” I protested, albeit meekly.

“Oh, no? Just watch.” With that, Maggie tugged my swimsuit down and plunked my half-hard cock in her greedy mouth. Within seconds she was sucking hungrily, taking, as usual, all but an inch or so of my cock down her pretty throat in her enthusiasm. Whatever slight reservations I had about fucking in a public place vanished as my wife worked her oral magic on me.

Still sucking, Maggie suddenly brought her right hand down so that it was hidden by her thigh and started jerking one finger to her left. It was a signal to look where she was pointing. I did, just in time to catch a glimpse of the hunky lifeguard ducking down on the other side of the sand dune. I couldn’t help but smile. Maggie sure did know how to entice ’em. When, still smiling, I looked down at her, she looked up at me and winked. Then she really turned it on.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, she began kissing it all over and talking to it, saying things like “Oh, my big, beautiful cock” and “God, I just love to feel you down my throat.” This, I knew, was as much for the lifeguard’s benefit as for mine, but I didn’t mind one bit. When my cock was back in her mouth, she started moaning around it and squeezing my balls while jamming as much as possible of the pulsing shaft down her throat.

Tempted though I was to look over at our audience of one, I refrained. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away. Perhaps he didn’t know that he had been spotted, and if he thought we were too engrossed to notice him, he would stay put. And enjoy the show.

After a few minutes, Maggie stopped sucking me and threw herself back on the blanket. Quickly I stepped out of my swimsuit and then stripped off my wife’s outrageous bikini. I was in position and ready to plant my throbbing cock balls-deep inside her when she stopped me to say loudly, “Oh, yeah, baby. Stick that big cock inside me. Fuck me, lover. Make me moan.” And then, again, she winked at me.

With a groan I sank into the warm wetness of my wife’s snug pussy, wrenching a cry of pleasure from her throat that I figured helped to push the masturbating lifeguard that much closer to the edge. I fucked as if I were doing push-ups, so that our friend could see my cock going in and out of Maggie’s pussy. In my mind’s eye I saw him peeking over the sand dune, his raging cock gripped hotly in a stroking hand and his face flushed with arousal as he watched Maggie and I go at it.

My wife was now moaning, grunting and groaning as much in acknowledgment of the pleasure she was receiving as in the desire to keep the voyeuristic lifeguard’s lust bubbling. And when, at her urging, we moved into the doggy-position, I knew she was ready to blast off. With her head down and resting on the blanket and her sweet ass sticking up in the air, I plunged my cock back inside her pussy. I heard, or thought I heard, a soft moan from in front of the sand dune, and I smiled as I began thrusting into my wife with abandon.

Maggie, her eyes screwed shut, dug her nails into the blanket and cried out as I banged into her. She came with a guttural moan that was partially smothered by the blanket, and a moment later, I sent my semen spurting into her. This time I did hear a moan from in front of the sand dune.

Together, stretched out side by side on the blanket, Maggie and I drifted back down to earth. Finally my wife turned to me and whispered, “Do you think he’s gone?” Grinning, I told her that there was only one way to find out. We put our suits back on, gathered up our stuff and then walked out from behind the dune. The lifeguard was gone. But there, half buried in the sand, was a red whistle.

“Great!” my wife exclaimed. “A souvenir from our first performance together.” She bounced up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. “You were terrific, honey. Four stars.”

As we walked along the beach and then up toward the parking lot, I wondered when I’d next have the opportunity to fuck my wife in a public place. I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long-Maggie would see to that.