Richard watches his wife in a wet t-shirt contest

Richard sat down on the bed to see how far his wife would go in front of a crowd of strangers. Aria has never been the most outgoing sexual person and seeing her in this new light intrigued him. He wondered if she had assumed that he would never find out or just didn’t care. He next wondered why she was doing this in the first place. She had never expressed any exhibitionist urges, but they were on a cruise with a hundred other people they probably wouldn’t ever see again. It was possible she was getting her thrills while she could remain anonymous. Still, it never occurred to him that she ever desired these thrills to begin with. He was beginning to get some thrills, witnessing his wife’s progression in the world of sexual debauchery.

Aria stepped forward and started off with her best moves. Richard could tell she’s had a few drinks by this point. While sober, her dance repertoire was limited to simple hip wiggles and conservative arm waving, but he’s seen her sauced up and it makes her moves smooth like butter. She was dancing like this right now. Her hips swayed and her shoulders perked to counter-balance. She struck poses like a diva as the water showered over her. Then, she tossed her hair to the side and tilted her head back, letting it all rain down on her. When the deluge ended, she shook her chest, jiggling her breasts as she shimmied off the excess water.

The crowd was on her side, roaring with approval at her every move. Her top had tightened with the moisture and hugged her frame tightly. Her nipples were bright pink, pushing their way through the thin cotton fabric.

Aria spun around to expose her backside, pouting her ass out to better present her bubble butt. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the curved surface, glistening with water droplets. She gave her cheek a good, hard smack, causing the droplets to fly into the air like an explosion. They did an instant, slomo replay to highlight the ass cheek rippling from impact and the outward spray of the water droplets.

Richard was thrown for a loop at the sexual confidence of his lady. She was acting so sure of herself in front of such a large audience. Other girls went on next, but they couldn’t hold a candle next to his wife’s performance.

The next stage of competition was announced to be the final judgement, where they had to do their all to impress the three judges. This is where things got even more risque. The first girl gave one of the judges a lap dance, stripping off her top and rubbing her boobs into his face. The second stripped off her tops and bottoms, then climbed onto the second judge’s seat and proceeded to grind her pussy into his face. Richard started to feel uneasy about the proceedings.

The next girl stripped nude and went on the suck off the third judge. Richard was beginning to sweat bullets, waiting for Aria’s turn. Finally, Aria stepped up. She took her time with them. To the first judge she stripped off her shirt, wrapped it around the back of his head and pulled him into her, letting him motorboat her breasts. He got off a big dopey grinned as Aria moved to the second judge. She ground her ass into his lap while pulling down her bikini bottoms. It was obvious from the man’s facial expression that he was using all of his will power to keep from cumming right there. Richard bit his lip, trying to will Aria to back off as well. Aria went on, unperturbed. She pulled down the third judge’s shorts and knelt down in front of him. While the girl before her had sucked this man off, she commenced to coax him back into action with a massage between her breasts. Soon, the third judge sprung back to life. The audience applauded. Aria rubbed the man some more with her hand, then started to suck him off. Richard jumped out of the bed!

His mind was racing! What was he watching? How could she do this? What was happening?! Richard couldn’t believe what he was seeing and didn’t know how to respond.