[JonScores]

The last day of the 2-week rally began fairly late in the day for my wife and I. We slept in, and our first movement was to head over to the pool and join a number of now friends for a nude swim and conversations. The bands cranked up in the late afternoon, so we traveled over to have a listen. The early afternoon bands were not great, but it improved with the change of each of the bands as the evening grew later. Using one of the later afternoon band breaks, the organizers ran a number of biker games. My wife was up for the water balloon toss game. The competition was between teams of male/female couples. The female had to shed her shirt and compete topless. The male competitors wore blindfolds. The idea was to have the male and female team members spread about ten yards apart. The male was given a bucket of water balloons and was to toss blindfolded the balloons at his female partner. The female was to catch the water balloons in her cupped boobs. Whenever she was able to catch a water balloon without it breaking, she placed it in a bucket adjacent to her. At the conclusion of a specified time, the woman with the most unbroken balloons in her bucket won the competition. Believe me, it sounds easier than it was. Most of the balloons broke and sprayed fairly cold water on the female contestants. After my wife and I finished the competition, I removed my blindfold and found a very, very wet wife with only one balloon in her bucket. Of course, we didn’t win, but my wife certainly had a very wet and cold pair of pokies. Same was true for all the women who competed.

The very next game had the women put on a very thin wife beater tank top. I must say that it looked like a Wet T-shirt Contest for all the women that were still saturated from the water balloon toss game that preceded this game. This new game required the female to peel a banana with her teeth without using her hands. The banana was held by her male team member between his legs while he was seated on a chair. The male was to remove the female’s tank top while she was busy working on the male’s banana. Once the banana was peeled, the female was to take a big bite. The first female topless and with a bite of banana in her mouth won. If there was a tie, then the female with the largest bite in her mouth won. Unfortunately, my wife and I finished 3rd in the competition, so we finished 0 for 2 for the day.

Next, we went over to the lingerie shop to select my wife’s new negligee for the evening lingerie cat-walk show. She found a very sexy robe outfit. It was a floor-length white robe with a plunging neckline. The neckline was trimmed with white rabbit fur and was accompanied by a white rabbit fur g-string. She looked amazing in it.

In the time prior to the fashion show, we drank with friends and listened to the bands. The later bands were pretty good, and we danced to many of their songs. Eventually, it came time to get ready for the lingerie show. I went over to the shop to help my wife get prepared. As she put on the robe, the waist strap busted. There was no other robe in the store like she had on, so she would be forced to wear the robe wide open in the front. Like a trooper, when it was her turn on the cat-walk, she came briskly down the cat-walk with the floor-length garment flying to her sides and behind her exposing her full frontal nudity with the exception of her little white furry g-string. The guys lining the cat-walk were in a frenzy watching her dance by. She even took a little time to take a twirl on the stripper pole at the far end of the walkway. As I grew hornier and hornier watching her. I was telling my dick to delay its erection for later use. Only achieving partial success, I gave her a big hug and humped her a little as she came off the stage.

From there, we headed for the bus that traveled around the campground. However, we had to make a stop by the motor home for her to change into her regular rally clothes. For this particular evening, she had selected a very short school girl black pleated skirt and was commando. Her backless top was a gold metallic with a plunging cowl neck which was then held on by two thin gold chains – one around her neck and the other around her waist. She looked as sexy as ever in that attire. Once on the bus, we spotted a number of women providing blow jobs for their men, and other women with their skirts pulled up and riding their seated man’s erect member as the bus bounced over the bumpy rode. The bus was so crowded there were no seats available for my wife and I. So we were forced to stand in the aisle holding onto the handholds protruding from the ceiling. It was a good thing those were available or we would have been thrown onto the laps of the people seated near us due to the bumpy ride on the dirt roads. Of course, we had not forgotten to carry our tankards with straight Tequila for her and Jack for me. My wife was already pretty drunk from the many straight shots she took before walking pretty much naked in the fashion show on that cat-walk.

She continued to hit the sauce on the bus ride as we watched the sexual activities occurring around us. Then suddenly she set her tankard down and lifted herself where she was parallel to the floor, but about 4 ½ feet above it, with her legs extended across the bus aisle and her feet resting on the open window sill across from us. To the surprise of the guy sitting directly in front of the open bus window, my wife’s feet were spread on each side of his ears providing him with a direct shot of her vagina. He could have easily provided her with a pelvic exam had he been a doctor. Her school girl skirt was hanging down toward the floor, which provided all seated facing us with a clear view of her bare, commando naked ass. She continued to hold herself in that position as the bus rocked along. I noted that the metallic backless top offered some great side-boob views that really got me worked up. I finally could stand it no longer and slipped my right hand into the side of her top and started massaging her boob. With both hands holding her ceiling handholds, she couldn’t ready let go to defend herself. In fact, she made no move to stop the massage. I decided that she would really enjoy a two-boob massage over the single boob massage. Therefore, I slipped my left hand into the other side of her top. It was somewhat of a tight fit, but I was able to get ahold of both boobs. Unfortunately, the thin gold chain that held the top together at her waist busted, and the top went flying off the left side of her chest. Her boobs were totally exposed. She attempted to drop down from her perch and at the same time let me have it verbally for breaking her top. Once standing, she examined the top and discovered that the waist chain had broken somewhere near mid-length. She was really pissed, and was giving me the what-for. I offered to attempt to fix it, but a nearby woman also offered to do the same for her. Being mad at me, she selected the woman. Although the woman had good intentions, she lacked the requisite skills and gave up the task, The woman then asked her husband to help out. He quickly agreed. He pulled the top over to the side to get a little slack in the two pieces of chain, which uncovered my wife's left boob. She didn’t protest and stood there with her one boob flash and even continued to take her Tequila shots while the guy attempted repairs. I couldn’t help but to notice the guy was very ready, not only pull the top to the side to view her boob, but he kept pushing the boob back away from the chain with his hand. It seemed like he was more successful with his boob feels than with the needed repairs. Finally, after an extended period of time, another guy that had been closely following the repairs said that he thought he would be able to complete the repair. My wife said, “Have at it.” He pretty much used the same M.O. as the prior guy. In fact, there was a line of about five guys that all had a shot. After which my wife finally acquiesced and allowed me to attempt to put things back in order. Following an examination of the busted chain, I told her that I could fix it, but she would have to take off the top for me to do it. She said, “Well, for the last I don’t know how long the entire crowd on the bus has been looking at my exposed boob. So, I guess another boob won’t hurt anything.” She stripped off the top, and within five minutes I had the chain repaired and handed it back to her. As she was putting it back on, one guy leaned over and told me, “I really preferred it the other way.” Everyone laughed – including my wife.

Within a short while, my wife suggested we leave the bus and go to the After-Hours Club on the grounds. So we did as she suggested and departed the bus. As we strolled toward the club, the sexual activities in the area began to pick up a bit. We walked pass an open-top Jeep with a woman bent over the lap of a male occupant that she was providing a rigorous blow-job to. Then as we had almost reached the club, there was a topless woman with her bikini bottom pulled askew leaning forward over the hood of a vehicle providing an ample target for the guy who was poking her from the rear. Although I found both incidences worth slowing down to watch, my wife wasn’t impressed and quickly entered the club. Once inside, we realized that the club was only plying recorded music. Although we stayed for a couple of songs, we really wanted a live band to dance to. So, we headed out to return to our RV for the night. We were hoping for a similar sexual episode to what we had had the night before. We were almost to the RV when a guy approached us that we had several extended conversations with during the two weeks at the rally. He said that he just wanted to tell us how beautiful my wife is, and how he also enjoyed her various stages of dress and undress during the rally. He also said that he was on the bus when her top busted and attempted to volunteer to try to fix her top, but he was too far from us to be recognized for the chance to repair. He then asked if I would mind allowing him to have a feel of her boobs. I said that it was totally up to my wife. She looked at him for about 15 seconds and then somewhat reluctantly agreed to allow him the feel.

I must say that he was not shy about going for her boobs. He went under her shirt and gave them both a healthy feel and massage. He then asked my wife if he could kiss them. She was a little taken back, but then again reluctantly agreed. She undid the chain that held the neck up on her top. The top then dropped down to her waist exposing her erect tits from the damp night air. He leaned over and gave each tit a nice kiss, but then opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could and started sucking in each boob as far as possible. After a few seconds of this, my wife started backing away with him following after her. She then said, “That’s enough!” He apologized for his actions, but said that he was just overwhelmed with her luscious boobs and lost himself. With that, we said our good nights. We went into the RV and started attempting to recreate last nights sexual experiences. As my wife and I dropped all our clothes on the floor, and she leaned over the RV’s steering wheel bent at the waist with her legs spread, I entered her from the rear. She moaned as I humped her, and she backed towards my erect member. After only a few minutes of this, we heard someone yell, “Yippee, ride that stallion, cowgirl!” We both looked out the windshield of our rig and saw that same guy that garnered the boob feels and kisses just a few minutes earlier, watching our every move. My wife leaned forward just a little more with us still attached and hit the down arrow on the automatic windshield shade. With that, our voyeur quickly disappeared. Following the interruption, we did our best to match the previous night’s exotic and erotic sexual experience. JonScores!