The Wife Ch. 04

Dusty's husband had a nine to five white collar job that more than paid the bills and provided the good things in life for his family, he was also a bit of a handyman and tinkerer as well as his wife's voyeur.

He had spent a few evenings in his shop getting the cameras in Dusty's Jeep ready for her beach adventure. One he embedded on an easy-to-carry beach chair. The other he blended into the side of a small cooler hidden behind an octopus sticker. He wanted to see from her point of view, guys gawked at his exposed wife.

The next morning he placed his beach chair in the living room to demonstrate how it would all work. Then showed her how and where to set her chair with the cooler next to her beach lounger to video her admirers.

Telling her when they get there he will drop off his chair first, leave his towel, and go do a walk down the beach. All she had to do was set herself up and position herself about forty feet away facing his chair and he would take care of turning on the cameras. Then telling her the show would be up to her.

She giggled at the thought of it, being on a different beach, with different people and free to be uninhabited.

Making a plan for them to arrive an hour or so before the crowds. Using the 12th Street parking garage, three blocks from South Beach.

Their plan was set for the weekend.

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The morning of her South Beach adventure Dusty came out of the bedroom wearing a white lace cover-up over her tiny microstring bikini, "what's that for?" her husband asked her.

"Well if we stop and grab a bite, I can't wear this bikini into any restaurant. There is nothing to it!"

He gave her a look, and she realized the cover-up wasn't what he wanted her to wear, so she took it off, "I am at least taking it just in case!"

He smiled checking out his wife in the tiny lite teal bikini, the top triangles were adequate to conceal her nipples, maybe a little more. But the bottoms were just a tiny patch of material in the front to cover her slit, the rest of the bottoms consist of a bunch of strings that tied on the sides high on her hips.

"Now that's what a slutty wife is supposed to look like!" He grinned at her giving her a kiss, then grabbed her beach bag and headed out to the Jeep.

"Are you ever going to let me wear clothes again outside the house?" She giggled.

He smiled at her, "As little as possible, I think it is the new standard baby!" He loved the obvious imprint of her hard nipples against the cheap thin Chinese-made garment.

She followed him out the door, only to be greeted by Frank tinkering with his boat in the driveway next to theirs, "Damn Dusty, why even wear those strings, you're not covering enough of that hot body of yours to even matter!"

"Oh Mr. Frank, you know I can't just ride around naked, I'll get in trouble. But I do feel damn near naked in it! Do you like it?" She did a turn for him showing off her bare ass and jiggling "C" cup tits, pushing her thick red hair back over her shoulders to give him an unobstructed view.

He laughed, "Girlie, if I was younger I'd tear that thing up!" He gawked at her practically bare backside, her swaying side boobs, unsupported by the tiny top.

"If you were younger, I might let you! Maybe one day you can take me fishing g in the boat you are always working on?" She waved goodbye, watching the big grin on his face.

"What's the umbrella for?" She asked him, looking in the back of the Jeep.

"That's for you to lay under, and shield you from the lifeguards and bit if necessary," he replied.

He cranked up her Jeep and adjusted the Jeep camera. Then he checked the view on his app on his phone. "Damn, you are a walking wet dream baby!" Then they headed to the Interstate.

Dusty grabbed the side suicide strap hanging from the roll bar, she leaned the seat back a bit and then put her arms over her head to allow voyeurs an unobstructed view of her barely covered body.

"How's that?" She asks her husband.

"Almost!" He grins moving the narrow strip of material over a bit to expose a hint of her lite pink areola to him.

Driving South on 95 he looks for trucks to show off his sexy wife too.

She gets several horn honks and airhorn blasts, waving and smiling back, enjoying the attention.

When he takes I-195 off I-95 she knows they are headed to South Beach, knowing can't go topless on Miami Beach so that has to be the destination.

They then took 41st Ave. towards the beach, Dusty had a huge grin on her face as she rode practically naked through Miami Beach, then on to A1A headed south. Dusty still getting yells, waves, and thumbs up being on display like she was in her open Jeep with no doors or top.

Pulling into Pelican Garage between 10th and 11th, a few blocks west from the beach, he had to drive to the second level to park. He was still staring at his wife's exposed body. He pulled the cover-up out of her bag while she was getting out leaving it in the back of the Jeep, making sure there was no way she would be able to hide her body.

"I'll carry everything, you just grab your soda cooler and bag with the towel and lotions. You hang out on the trail once we get to the beach and I'll set everything up. I want to follow you until we get there, I got this new camera I want to try out!" Holding up a slender Bzzcam, it looks like a remote control for a TV. "I'm still learning how it works!"

"Shouldn't I put on my cover-up walking the streets, I mean I am practically naked, I don't want the cops to say anything!"

He laughed, "Stop being a scaredy cat, you look fine, very fine as a matter of fact!"

She just laughed, "I feel naked, not that I don't like it, it feels awesome being so underdressed and exposed, it's just usually in my Jeep. I just don't want to get arrested! Remember I'm new to all this public exposure stuff!"

"Well, you do look almost naked and you are rocking it, just strut your stuff baby, let's get you to the beach!" He pointed to the stairs, turned on his new small handheld camera stuffing it in his waistband pointed at her. He followed her watching her bare back and ass wiggling in front of him.

He was a bit amazed at her side boobs swaying as he walked to her right a few feet behind her. If it weren't for the thin string across her back one would think she was completely topless.

Following her out onto A1A, she grinned looking back at him, she did a slow turn showing off even more of her exposed side boob and almost bare body. Then she headed towards 10th Street to cross A1A to the beach. He stays back just far enough to video her and catch people gawking at her body.

He laughed hearing guys offering her a ride in their vehicles as she headed toward the beach crossing. Even a guy on a crotch rocket wanted her to climb on the back of his bike.

The thought of Dusty bent forward showing the thin string running over her asshole exposed to whoever was behind her make him stir a bit.

She laughed and waved crossing Ocean Court and headed to Ocean Drive, to the park before where the beach trail was located.

Stopping to cross at Ocean Drive she smiled at people watching her both on the street and in vehicles on the busy street. Even though she wasn't naked, it still made her a bit excited to be so exposed on a public street walking among shoppers and tourists. Her husband is close behind her videoing the entire walk.

A small crowd formed waiting at the stop light to cross Ocean Drive to get to the beach.

When the light turned green the small group crossed, some turning left or right on the sidewalk, a few others, mostly guys, staying on the same walkway through the park following Dusty's bare ass and swaying side boobs.

Dusty tried to slow down to let them pass, but they were enjoying the view as much as her husband.

She stopped once she was on the sandy beach and just looked out into the ocean, wasting time like her husband had told her. He walked past her shutting off his camera. The beach wasn't overly crowded yet, it's usually not that bad on weekdays.

He chose a spot on the side of an umbrella storage box with chairs stacked up on the end of it. It would provide a barrier between her and the lifeguards. He moved away about seventy feet away and set up the two chairs he carried down, one for her and the one with the camera embedded in it.

Then he set up the umbrella over his chair instead of next to hers so guys could see her better, not needing to hide her from the lifeguard station now.

He sat down to wait, looking to see where Dusty had gone, she wasn't at the trailhead anymore. Looking back over his shoulder he saw her walking up the beach topless, she had already taken her top off, carrying the wad of strings in her hand and she was turning heads.

She was stopped by a few guys walking toward her. He smiled seeing her acting shy, placing an arm across her bare tits briefly.

She did like most women do adjusting her bottoms as she chatted with them. It was obvious their eyes were alternating between her barely covered pussy and her big bare tits.

After a bit she slid her hand down one of the younger guys arm and then continued walking as the surf rolled over her feet.

Finally turning and heading to the stack of loungers and the umbrella shed, Dusty continued to where her husband was sitting.

Walking to her husband to ask what he wanted her to do. He smiled seeing she had brought the tiny patch of her bottoms higher, her slit and a bit of her already swollen lips now exposed to him with the tiny string embedded into her pussy lips.

He knew she had done that for the guys she was chatting with a few minutes ago.

Her husband had already opened the app and started recording her from both cameras.

"Do we just need to get you one of those only string bottoms or maybe the beads?" He asked.

"Oh I like that idea, I think the beads would be quite stimulating," she grinned at him.

"Just spread your towel out on your lounge over there, that would be perfect. And make sure you don't block the cooler, I want to see the faces of the guys that will be looking down at you. It's below the hinge in the center." He smiled up at her seeing the beads of sweat forming on her tits and down her stomach.

As she was laying out her large towel a few guys playing frisbee moved their game closer to the umbrella shed it appeared. Her tiny bottoms and bare jiggling tits most likely played a role in their shift.

Her husband smiled zooming the camera just a bit recording her ass bent over, her string exposed then disappearing between her puffy pussy lips. That's when the guy missed the disc and it bounced off the shed landing near her low lounge.

Dusty turned around when the guy ran up to grab it. "I would have got that for you!" She giggled.

The guy just stared at her exposed body. Dusty leaned over grabbing her Hawaiian Tropics oil bottle, she began oiling up her shoulders and arms, then moving to her chest and tummy chatting with the guy as he took in her body.

Sitting in his chair, her husband could still see his wife's pussy exposed below the tiny patch of material no longer doing its job, just as the guy ogling her could see.

He couldn't hear what they were saying Dusty was smiling and nodding her head yes. Then he went back to tossing the freebie with his friend.

Dusty sat down with her knees spread wide as she oiled up her thighs. Her husband panned the camera just a bit to video her spread pussy exposed to anyone walking by, her bottoms useless but required on the section of beach she was on.

As soon as he had moved away she asked her husband via the camera, "So how do I look?"

"Baby I can see about everything, I am sure when you lay back, with your knees spread, it will look like you are ready to take a cock!"

She giggled, "You have no idea!" Dusty smiled at him and laid back the arms of her lounge, keeping her knees up and apart like he asked.

He had to adjust his hardening cock seeing his wife spread wide like she was, her pink folds gaping open, her moist opening begging to be seen.

Several people had walked past her, and then Dusty's husband noticed the black guy making in third pass in less than two minutes, each time staring at his wife's presentation and not being shy about his gaze. She noticed him as well giving him an approving smile.

On his fourth trip, Dusty brazenly asked him, "Do I look that good?"

That stopped him in his tracks, he smiled back at her looking around, "You want to be looked at it appears lady, and it all looks quite inviting!"

Dusty giggled, dropping her right knee even farther to the side. "Well, I enjoy knowing I am making someone's day!"

"Well do you mind me coming a little closer, maybe rubbing some oil on those legs so they don't burn, there isn't a cloud in the sky today and it's only getting hotter!" He asked in a bit of an island accent.

She smiles at him, "Sure if you don't mind, I'd hate to be burnt in this sun."

He quickly came to her left side, dropping to his knees in the hot sand. She handed him the oil bottle, "Please do my feet too, I hate burnt toes."

"Oh yes, good idea!" Smiling at her as he poured oil into his hand, doing as she asked massaging her left foot with oil and then working up her calf pulling her leg toward him. "Feels good yes?"

"Oh yeah feels real good," she grinned back at him. His hands were on her knee working down her thigh.

Dusty started breathing faster the higher he went. As he worked the inside of her thigh she moved her leg over even more against the arm of the lounge.

He applied a bit more oil to his palm and went back to her upper thigh. "Careful, don't get oil on my new bikini," she smiled at him, looking over at her husband watching.

The guy smiles up at her as he reaches to her side taking hold of the bow on her hip. Dusty was smiling at her husband knowing this was going to be a great video for the internet.

She giggled as the bow came untied, "You not going to get

I in trouble are you?"

He laughed reaching for the other knot, pulling it loose followed by pulling the strings through her pussy lips and handing it to her.

"That was quite bold of you!"

He laughed again, "Yeah and you didn't stop me either!"

Dusty giggled dropping her knees apart as far as she could in the lounge, "Make sure you oil everything so I don't burn!"

His hand was already on the way up, he ran his thumb through the folds of her pussy.

Dusty instinctively raised her hips to meet his probing. Biting her lip she smiled at her husband watching on his phone.

As he slipped his thick thump inside her rotating against her clit it made her moan and arch her back, "We could take this to my hotel room where it's a bit more private if you would like?"

She gasped a bit at the pleasure he was causing, "No, I'm a, I'm going to say no I am good right here. Just make me cum!"

With that, he shoved his thumb as deep as he could go running the back of his thumb over her G spot rapidly. She drops her hand over his as she squirms riding his hand.

Then Dusty slid her fingers to her clit, trying to spread her knees even more. In only a few minutes she tilted her head back and squealed squirting over his hand and onto the sand in front of her several times. Then slamming her knees shut, "Oh fuck, ok, I'm good, shit thank you!"

Then she gasped looking between his legs as he squatted by her side, "Oh my you are poking out your shorts! That thing is huge! You could hurt someone with that thing!"

"Sure you don't want to give it a try, it would be like nothing you have ever experienced before!"

"I'm ah going to pass, last guy half that size held me down bent over the tailgate at a party and put it in my ass. I couldn't walk for a week! I would be crippled for life if you did that!" She giggled.

He laughed at her, "Yeah few bitches can suck it, but them chunky gals try, some even try and take it up the ass."

Dusty sat up running her hand up the leg of his shorts. "My God I can't even get my hand around it!" Sliding her hand up and down a good portion of his hard cock feeling it twitch.

"Here comes a lifeguard truck, I'll check with you later maybe. Think about it, you might change your mind."

Dusty quickly pulled her bikini bottom to her lap to attempt to hide her nakedness.

After the guy was a way down the beach Dusty's husband got up and walked back to her. "So how was it, did you enjoy your first time exposing yourself on the beach to strangers?"

"Oh fuck baby, that guy had a horse cock, I mean like a real horse dong, I couldn't get my hand around it! Did you see how big he was?" She asked a bit excited.

"No, I didn't, y'all had both cameras blocked."

"I really just wanted to get both hands around him to play with it, there is no way I could have taken it anywhere!"

"I got to get these bottoms on and go clean off, I gushed all over myself!"

Looking around to make sure it was safe, Dusty stood up and with help from her husband, they got her tiny bottom tied back in place. He stopped to grab his handheld camera and followed her bare ass to the water.

He walked behind her as she waded into the ocean until she was a little more than waist deep. Letting the water move around her body to wash away her juices. Pulling her red hair back with her arms over her shoulders to push her tits up and out. The whole time her husband was videoing her.

He moved around her as she waded into shallower water, her ass coming into view with the people behind her on the beach. He continued around her as she slashed the water moving back out a bit then dropped down to rinse the sweat from her chest.

Her husband was headed back to his chair to watch and video her coming back up the beach topless. Dusty waited a few minutes to let those traveling the beach change, several having seen her being followed by a man with a camera.

Satisfied, she headed back to her chair, smiling at the miniature camera pointed at her near-naked body, her tits swaying with each step.

About halfway to her chair, a guy yelled for her to watch out, she paused as a frisbee passed from her left to her right landing in the sand.

Dusty walked over and picked it up, giving it a toss back to the guy beyond the guy who yelled to warn her.

"That was a nice flick lady, wanna join in and toss the disc with us a while?" The whole time staring at Dusty's tits.

She covered her face laughing, having mastered the looking shy look, "I guess I could for a few minutes, should I go put my top back on first?"

"Oh no, no you are just fine like you are, quite fine to be honest!" He smiles at her.

The guy tosses his disc to Dusty so they can watch her jump and jiggle with her bare breast and ass. Each time she throws it back to another guy, they return it to her.

Dusty's husband watches her, her young body on display on the beach. They keep getting her to move father and father away from where she was sitting. More and more people, guys stopped to watch her play.

She has to pause between tosses to pull the strings on her hips back up to her waist as they keep threatening to slip down her to her thighs. Even though she is barely wearing anything all the guys are staring at her hoping her bottoms slip away.

One of the guys yells to her jokingly telling her, "You can stop doing that anytime now!"

"What I'm not naked enough already?" She laughs back at him.

Three of them reply back at the same time, "No!"

"You guys are never satisfied, the thing is buried up in my hoochie, what can't you see already?" Dusty giggled.

"It's the thought that counts!" One of them told her.

Dusty laughed at them again, adjusting her bottoms like she had when she first arrived, slipping the patch of material higher in the front, burying the string between her pussy lips. "Is that better? At least I won't get arrested!"

"Better would be naked, but we will take what we can get!" Says one of the guys ogling her.

After a round of beers, Dusty told the guys, "I needed to get back to my chair and oil up before I got burnt." Of course, the guys all offered to help. Dusty told them

"Maybe next time," not wanting to be overly petted by eight guys. At least not on the beaches where being nude is illegal.

They are all a bit disappointed to see her leaving, but they all stared watching g her bare ass and side boobs jiggling away.

Walking past her husband she giggled, "Well that was quite interesting running around naked on the beach with a bunch of young guys!"

"You looked like you loved every minute of it baby!" He told her.

Before sitting back down she oiled up, massaging her big breasts as people walked past. She was waiting for an offer to help, but sometimes being too attractive has its drawbacks.

After sitting down she asked her husband, "You think it would be too much if I untied the sides and just left the tiny piece in front? I am feeling quite mischievous and horny right now!"

He looked back at her, "You know I am game for whatever you want to do baby doll! Just pull it up if you see one of those yellow trucks coming."

Dusty giggled and leaned back in her lounge a bit with her knees apart. Then she reached down and pulled the two bows loose on her sides. The two from the back fell away to the sides of her seat. She looked up and down the beach and pulled the two front strings between her thighs making her appear nude.

It didn't take long for a guy to take the bait, stopping on his second pass. "Excuse me lady but damn, you mind if I snap a picture of you? You are fucking beyond fine!"

"Seriously, I'm just an old lady trying to get a tan without too many tan lines." She smiled up at him.

"If you were anymore tan lineless you would be naked!"

Feeling like kicking it up a notch, "Should I move the bottoms for you then?"

All the guy could do was nod his head yes, surprised the gorgeous lady would ever suggest it. Dusty grabbed a handful of strings and lifted her ass a bit and pulled the bottoms from under either of her. Then dropped it in her bag next to her chair with her top.

When she looked up she realized the guy had been videoing her the whole time and she just stripped off her bottoms for him on video.

"Is that better?" She asked him.

"Lady you are not only the prettiest, but also the sexiest by far on the beach today!"

She smiled at him, "I think you are exaggerating a bit but thank you!"

He snapped a few more pictures of Dusty and moved on, his shorts tented out a bit.

Dusty moved her knees apart as wide as she could to show off her spread-open pussy to anyone walking by. She was so horny she wanted to touch herself but resisted the urge.

She was enjoying watching people staring at her through her sunglasses, pretending to be napping.

She finally told her husband, "I think we need to go before I grab some guy and fuck his brains out! I am loving this public exhibition thing more than I thought I ever would!"

He gathered his things and walked back to her, "Give you your chair and grab your cooler and bag, I'll follow you!"

"Naked?" She giggled.

"That's your call sexy!"

She grabbed the bottoms and stood up, quickly realizing she was putting them on backward with the little patch of material in the back.

She started to drop them when her husband laughed, "Leave it, you will be wearing them, so no one can say anything! Remember you mentioned the beaded G-string, this is close! You said you were enjoying being naked!"

She laughed and pulled the bottoms up tying them up snugly on her hips, then reached

Into her bag retrieved her tiny top pulling the still-tied neck over her head, reaching back loosely tying it behind her d her back. She adjusts the tiny strips over her nipples. "How do I look?" Dusty giggled doing a turn for her husband.

He adjusted the back of the bottoms bringing the strip of material to the top of her ass crack. "I am going to say you look like an exhibitionist wanting attention!"

She laughed, "You are not wrong!" She grabs her bag and a little cooler and heads towards the street. Her husband turns on his little camera again and follows at a distance. Watching her bronze body high lifted by the white string of her minimal bikini. Staring at her bare ass and swaying side boobs, knowing the front is covered even less now.

Dusty giggled to herself as she saw heads doing double takes seeing her barely there bottoms and her top making a valiant attempt to keep her hard nipples covered. She kept looking back at her husband smiling like a Cheshire Cat, knowing people were watching her every step.

Being funneled down the trail through the plants and trees between and sandy beach and the public park people are a bit more concentrated. After hearing someone behind her say, "Damnit dude," she looks back again to see there are several people between her and her husband now.

She suspects the comment came from one of the three hot younger guys watching her ass. It gives her a shiver knowing these guys almost half her age were ogling her ass.

Dusty stops and sets her cooler down placing her bag on top of it. Then digs out her water bottle as the guys start to pass her. "Holy shit, I love your bottoms lady! And you top is, it's almost as awesome!"

She laughs at them, "Why almost?" As she opens her water bottle taking a drink. Of course, they take her bait and stop to chat with a woman so far out of their league.

Their eyes keep going to the string disappearing between her pussy lips, then back up to the areola of her right breast peeking out the thin almost transparent top.

One of them asked if she goes to one of the area colleges. Dusty laughs, "No I'm past my college days, but I still do a few of the contests against those college girls."

"Well lady, you sure got the body for it that's for sure! I can't only imagine what the rest of you look like!"

"The rest, I'm not showing enough already?" She smirks at them.

"Well you are about to fall out your top, and I like what I am seeing! Mind if I snap a picture of you with the three of us?"

Dusty looked for her husband, he was waiting and watching at the end of the trail in the park. Seeing him and knowing he loves it when guys show appreciation for her body she tells them, "Oh I don't mind at all!" Stepping away from her bag to give them room.

One of the young men stands in front of her and two of his friends.

"At least make it look like you know me, grab my waist or something!" She laughs at them.

They quickly wrap their arms around her waist. The other guy snapping pictures. Then two of the guys swap places.

The guy who swapped placed his hand on Dusty's back. Running it up until he hits the knot and stops.

A few more pictures are snapped, and Dusty turns to the guy, "You can untie it if you want, I know you want to!"

He looks at the people passing and watching the four of them. Some are a bit shocked at Dusty's bottoms. "Seriously?" He asks.

"Yeah go ahead!" She pushes back some of the red hair that had spilled over her shoulders. Just as she feels her top spring loose. Dusty grabs the string around her neck and pulls it over her head. "Hurry and get your pictures before we get caught!"

The guys quickly snap pictures and trade places still in shock Dusty had stripped off her bikini top. She sees a few other phones pointed at her, and she just smiles.

She only stays topless for a few minutes before pulling the top back over her head. She pulls the other two strings back retrying them a bit loose. So loose she has to adjust the panels to rest over her nipples. "Well, it was fun guys! Thanks for playing!" She giggles and bends over to grab her cooler and beach bag.

Standing up she can feel she is not in her top, she doesn't care, and having her hands full she heads towards where her husband has been watching her. She smiles seeing his new little camera pointed at her.

He grins seeing her bare breasts swaying and uncovered as they cross the park having to stop to cross Ocean Drive. People are snapping pictures of Dusty in her strings and bare tits hanging from her bikini top waiting for the light to change.

When the "WALK" sign turned green the people around her thinned enough allowing the stopped vehicle to see Dusty in her glory, strutting across the highway practically naked, but still wearing what little there was to it.

A few guys yell to her, along with a number of car horns as she bounces across. Smiling at her admirers, the narrow strips of the top having moved to the sides of her big tits.

Once on 10th street, she turns to her husband, "Just untie it, I want to walk the rest of the way naked!"

He looks back, a few people following them, several on the other side of the street. He reaches to her back and pulls the loose knot free, then slides up under her red hair and pulls the bow loose behind her neck pulling the top from her body.

She is wearing no less but the thought of not wearing the top just seems more daring and erotic. She looks to her husband, "I said naked babe!"

Not believing what he is about to do on the streets of Miami he reaches out pulling the bow on her hip. She pauses to let the other side drop and she steps out of her bottoms and keeps walking as spectators look on.

Instead of turning down the ally to the parking garage to get off the public street, Dusty keeps walking West toward Collins Ave. She immediately is face to face with dinners at a restaurant on both sides of 10th Ave before getting to Collin. There are a few gasps and whistles as she proudly makes the turn toward the parking garage.

It's only about two hundred feet to the parking garage, and Dusty is about to wet herself she is so turned on exposing herself on the streets of Miami. Her husband ahead of her still videoing her.

She makes the turn into the garage, as he follows her up the steps watching her bare ass and giggling side boobs. Then she continues across the second deck to her Jeep where she swings the cooler and the bag into the back. Then does a few turns groping her big tits for her husband who is still filming her naked body.

"Your cover-up is between the door and my seat!" He tells her still videoing her.

Dusty laughed, "Why would I do that, it's not illegal to be naked in your car, but it is illegal to be naked on the streets. Get in!" She climbed into her Jeep on the passenger side waiting for him.

He looked over at Dusty's, opened his camera app, and turned on the Jeep cameras. A bit concerned about driving home with her sitting naked, in her bikini it could be attributed to the wind. But he was still loving her exposure and willingness to show it all.

He was a bit nervous at first as he turned onto 11th Ave then seven blocks to Alton Rd a four-lane that runs North and South. Her husband was a bit relieved when someone noticed Dusty and stayed next to them, ogling her and snapping pictures. It limited the number of people passing and avoided the police. He laughed when she would turn and pose for them.

Then ten blocks on Dade Blvd, Dusty continued to wave and pose for more pictures as her husband drove and showed off his beautiful naked wife to strangers.

A left crossing over Biscayne Bay, toward I-95 five miles away through very busy traffic. Guys

next to her in the slow traffic offering her rides in their vehicles, including a guy on a Harley that seemed tempting to her.

It was still another 25 minutes to their home. Dusty's put her arms over her head and leaned back pushing her chest out topped with her hard pink nipples, as the wind blew over her tanned body. She continued to draw attention, but luckily there were no cops on the entire drive home.

While backing into the driveway, to put Dusty closer to the door, Frank from the next door seems to have come out of nowhere walking up to the Jeep. "Now that's what I'm talking about, you need to go to the VFW one night with me dressed like that! I told ya you would look better without that little bathing suit."

Dusty laughed at the old man now ogling her. Walking toward the front door she looked back over her shoulder as her husband and Frank watched her naked body in the front yard. The two men just looked at each other, neither one knowing what to say.