Showing Off For My Wife's Pleasure

As usual, Ellen was going to drive while I pounded my meat. But she had more ideas. We were only just out the door and a hundred feet from the car when she grabbed my cutoffs and pulled. They came off leaving my hard, throbbing, shaved cock pointing at the sky. A car that was pulling in honked its horn and I saw the guy and girl inside looking at me and laughing. Ellen waved my cutoffs at them.

"Take off your shirt and shoes."

"My shirt and shoes? This is a gravel parking lot."

Ellen stopped. "We are not moving and I'm not unlocking the car until you totally strip." I didn't have a choice. Here I was flaunting myself at an interstate intersection with a truck stop just a few hundred yards down the road. Meantime, the guy and girl had gotten out of the car and were watching the two of us with interest. I acceded to her demand and she took my clothes and the magazines and put them into the trunk before unlocking the car. Since I wasn't used to walking around barefoot and the gravel was sharp, it took longer for me to get to the car. In the meantime, Ellen had gotten into the car and had locked the doors again. "Let me in," I pleaded.

"I will when you show me that you are so turned on by those shemales that you are willing to jack off right now."

"In front of everyone?" "Yes, start jerking. And I want you to tell me and them how hot those shemales made you. When you convinced me, I'll unlock the door."

A couple of bookstore customers who were walking out joined the couple. They had seen the interplay in the store and quickly told the new couple what happened. I didn't care by then. I started stroking my shaft and telling Ellen and the crowd how hot their tits and cocks made me. After forcing me to jack off by the car for a minute, she unlocked the door.

"Next time you will get a move on instead of taking your time to show off to those customers," she said while waving goodbye to the small crowd.