"That" said my husband, "was an extremely naughty fantasy for such a
prim and proper wife to have."

I leaned back and licked the last of his cum off my lips "Not all
fantasies conform to the prim and proper image I have for the general
public" and I reached over to kiss him.

As our lips finally parted he said, "Hmmmm, we'll just have to do
something about that, won't we?"

"About what?" I replied.

"About your prim and proper image"

"Why is that?"

"I think you need to learn a little lesson about fantasies. I think you
need to learn just how dangerous they are. And I think today is the day
to do it."

I smiled and rolled over in the bed. This little game of waking each
other up with a fantasy and mind-blowing oral sex had really breathed
the life back into our marriage of 7 years.

He got out of bed. "No, I mean it. Come on."

"What are we going to do?"

"First, you're going to go shopping with me, without any panties."

I giggled. That was a fairly innocuous punishment, I thought. Then he
pulled out the dress. My shortest dress. The one that comes 3 inches
above my knees. The one that I can't sit down in, because anyone can see
my panties. The one that I only wear from the front door to the bedroom,
for all of 5 minutes, because he's unbuttoning it from the second he
walks in the door. That dress.

"I can't wear that dress in public!"

"With me there to protect you, yes you can." And he threw it on the bed
for me to put on.

A few hours later, after going to the hardware store, and the nursery
(where he pointed out all plants I wanted were on the floor, and I
needed to personally reach down to pick them up) I was dripping wet.
God, I needed him so bad. Then he told me that we were going to check
out a fantasy of his. Motorcycles.

We walked into the showroom, and saw the gleaming Harleys all around.
Now, I've never been too excited about motorcycles, but these huge,
masculine, chrome and leather machines were starting to appeal to me, in
my heightened state of desire.

After talking to the salesman for a bit, he went to one machine in
particular, one with a double-decker seat for a passenger. As he sat
down, he said, "Honey, hop on and see how it feels"

Oh my!! There were not only salesmen, but also a few customers, standing
right where they'd get a great view of my pussy if I swung it over the
back of that Harley. My pussy clenched in excitement.

"No thanks, I'll just watch".

"But you have to see if it's comfortable enough for you. I wouldn't want
you to get sore when we ride it into the mountains."

I looked at the customers. They appeared to be engrossed in conversation
with their salesman, so quickly, I swung my leg up and over. Now, my
skirt was so high, I may as well have been wearing nothing. My entire
legs were on full display, from hip to 4 inch heel. Then, I noticed the
other customers and the salesman looking, no, leering at me.

My husband asked for helmets, and we drove off for a test drive.

He drove a few blocks down, the pulled off the road into a wooded park.
Good, maybe something was wrong. We'd already had more than a few cars
honk at us, and I could have sworn that one truck was trying to follow
us.

In the park, my husband said, 'Stay right there" and got off the
motorcycle and pulled off his helmet. I removed mine, and he remounted
the bike, but this time, facing me! He pulled me down to him, ground his
hips into mine, and started kissing me, while his fingers reached under
my dress and felt my wetness. "Mmmm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?
Having total strangers leer at you on the street." And his fingers
started to circle my clit.

I squirmed in the seat. The combination of my heightened sensuality from
wearing no panties, and the throbbing motor between my legs, and now,
feeling my husbands denim-encased, big 10 inch cock rubbing against my
pussy as his knees forced my legs even further apart, I almost came
sitting there against him. But he stopped me before I went over the top.

"Which one do you want?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" I replied still grinding into his crotch, wanting those jeans
un