A Chance Encounter - Part 1

(I started this post a couple of weeks ago and then it went from a post to me writing a script for it so Marti and Maria could turn it into a series of porn movies.  I'll let you first read the part in blue below to give you a flavor for how it all came about.  Then I'll explain at the bottom what's going on with it.)  

I'm thinking this very unprofessional pic of Marti's tits - in a car no less - taken just this past Tuesday is a great segue to what I've been promising to write about the last 3 weeks.  I'll start with the sexy story behind the photo before divulging the change in Marti that has, well, to use an overused expression, changed everything.

Though Marti loves her - our - life now and all that's in it, every now and then she just wants to, as she puts it, "be normal for a change."  Let's face it: Marti can't just put on jeans and a t-shirt and run to the grocery store; well, she could, but most of the people in the store would gawk and stare at her chest, whether meaning to or not, and most of those who aren't staring are obviously trying not to stare.

By Tuesday, though, Marti was itching to do something normal.  She didn't have any "interviews" scheduled for college guys needed for "Backview U" so we all planned to just stay home.  I was going to run a few errands that morning - PetSmart, Lowe's, Publix - when Marti insisted she go with me.  So she donned a pair of jeans and a tight top - all tops are tight on Marti - but toned it down a bit by wearing an open vest over the top.  Our shopping at PetSmart was uneventful except for the expected ogling Marti received (OK, I got a few, too).  The trip to Lowe's was anything but uneventful, and I'm not talking about the brief downpour that kept us waiting in the car before we went into the store.

We hadn't been there long when Marti, partially hidden behind the shopping cart and a couple of plants we planned to buy, turned to me and whispered something like: "Aisle 14, golfers, out-of-towners, checking out my tits.  Whatya think?  Up for an adventure today?"  Yep, four guys, in their 30's I guessed.  "Leave the cart," she said to me.  "Go buy a box of bungee cords and meet us out front."  The emphases on us was hers as well as mine.  She had been in this situation many times and she understood what was going to happen.  "And hurry!" she added.

I'd been in that store many times and knew just where to find the cords, so I was going through self checkout within five minutes of leaving Marti when I saw her leave the store, the four guys with her, the five of them laughing.  I met them in front of the store.  "The five of us are going for a nice long ride in their SUV [well, technically, a large crossover].  And I do mean a long ride - out in the country."  She smiled at them; they smiled back, if a little nervously.  She took the bungee cords from me and handed the large box full to one of the guys.  She handed me her purse.  "Hold this open for me for a sec?" she asked and I did.  She took off the two rings she wore, a set of bracelets on her arm, and her necklace and put them in her purse; I knew why.  She took the sunglasses off her head (the sun was going in and out of the rain clouds) then rummaged through her purse, taking out what she called her "second" set a keys - not keys to the house or to one of the cars but a set she always carried.  I'll explain later.  Lastly she took off her vest and gave it to me; I could hear the guys gasp at what they saw in the shape of her top, the nipples already growing.  "I'm guessing you want to follow?" she asked me.

"Are you kidding?" I replied.  "I wouldn't miss this for anything!"

"We'll, um, be in the white [crossover] over there," one of the guys said.  [I'd rather not give the make for privacy reasons.]  I took Marti's purse and vest and went to our car while she followed them to their rental.  I noticed two of the guys getting in the front and two in the back, Marti in between the two in the back.

When they pulled out of the Lowe's parking lot, me just behind them, I looked at the dashboard: 10:21 am - only nine minutes had passed from when she first laid eyes on the 4 gentlemen and when she left the parking lot in their car.  My cell rang: it was Marti.  "Thought you'd like to listen in," she said sexily.  "Can you see us through the back window?"  I could, kinda, more as well-defined silhouettes rather than clear views, but plenty good enough.  My phone was tied into the car Bluetooth; I turned the volume WAY up.

I believe the setting is important here.  When most people think of Florida they think of the beaches and beach cities or of big cities like Miami, Tampa, Orlando or Jacksonville, but parts of interior north Florida are sparsely populated abounding in pine forests where roads seem to run forever straight with no signs of civilization - or other automobiles - in sight.  Such was the direction Marti was leading the guys.  We now live in such an quiet, farm-like area now but are close enough to town to get to shopping and doctors, etc., without too much of a drive.  The Lowe's we had just left was on the outskirts of the suburbs of the city so it didn't take long until Marti had them turn down a quiet county highway that ran through tree farms.  It was 10:34; she had known them for all of 22 minutes.  Up until then, their talk had been small, even awkward.  It was all about to change.  I stayed as close to their car as I possibly could and still feel safe; I wanted to see it all.  Twenty-two minutes since first looking down aisle 14 at Lowe's, Marti lifted her top over her head, wrestled her arms free, pulled it over her head, and tossed it into the back of the crossover leaving her hands high above her and out of the way of her tits.

I fumbled with the button on my jeans as I rushed to get my hand between my thighs.  When I heard the guys' expressions, I thought my clit would explode.  "God, they're magnificent!"  "Unbelievable!"  "Unbelievably incredible!" someone replied to the first "unbelievable."  "I've never seen tits any where near that big before!"  "Or nipples that long!" someone else said.  Marti was leaning back as far as she could, arching her back to push those tits up, make them even more visible, more like a gift to them.  I saw the driver reach to focus the rear view mirror on the back seat and the car swerved a bit.  "Careful!" I said out loud, forgetting my phone was on.  "Yeah, don't get us in a wreck now, for God's sake.  Not now!"  The car got back in it's lane but the rear view mirror remained pointed to the back seat and not the back window.  Then probably came the magic words Marti was waiting to hear when one of the two guys in the back seat said: "I was hard before she took the top off; now I think my cock's going to explode!"

I saw Marti lift her tits up above the level of her shoulders - I wanted to think for my benefit - then let them fall.  "Fuck!" a couple of the guys exclaimed before another one added: "How does your little body hold those huge breasts?"  I could hear Marti giggle as she said "Exercise," and then saw her bend forward.  It was less than a minute before I saw her toss her shoes into the back; I realized then that she wasn't going to stop where she usually stops - she was going all the way.  She bent forward again and then backward then forward and soon was throwing her jeans in the back quickly followed by her undies.  She was nude: no clothes; no jewelry, no sunglasses.  Knowing Marti, I knew she now wished she had not worn makeup or nail polish.  She was being as physically open - and nude - with them as she could.

After only a minute or two Marti asked the driver to pull over, which he was more than happy to do suggesting it was someone else's turn to drive.  I, of course, pulled up behind them.  The driver, the guy behind the driver, and the one in the front passenger seat all got out.  Two of them opened the back of the car and rearranged their golf clubs to fit in the very back.  They then brought up a hidden third row of seats.  The third guy walked back to me, Marti's clothes in his hands - well, all of her clothes except her shoes.  "She wanted me to give these to you," the guy said when I lowered my window.  "She doesn't want any of her clothes in the car with us."  That's my Marti, I thought.  "You're one lucky lady," he said.  "Your wife has the most incredible body any of us have ever seen - most incredible by far.  And, God, is she good at showing it off."

"I know," I replied.   "You guys are in for an incredible day.  Enjoy it to the fullest.  She'll lead the way; just take every advantage of it."

"You're OK with it?" he asked.

"OK?" I replied.  "I love it!  Just take a few pictures for me - and take complete advantage of her and her body!"  He nodded and smiled and hurried back to the lead car.  (The photo above was taken when he first got back to the crossover.  Two of the guys were finishing shoving their golf clubs into the suddenly much smaller trunk area; Marti was talking nonchalantly to the driver - a new driver so the initial one could get a better view.)

OK, for now I'll stop there as I think you have a good picture of how it started and where it's heading.  For the movie, instead of the four golfers we used Big Eddie, Harry, Deke and Rod as the four guys dressed as golfers.  The Lowe's scene was filmed at the studio then the four guys, Maria and I got in a big SUV for the part in the car.  Maria did most of the filming though I added a different angle with a camera of my own.  We had spotters in a car ahead of us and in a car behind us to let us know when traffic was coming.  We also had a third car with supplies and another camera person who operated a camera on a drone.  So, obviously, it was a real production.

I have to tell you: it was so fucking hot being in the car with four dressed men and Maria and I also casually dressed, but with Marti completely nude.  She is so damn good at showing off her body that I had several orgasms fingering myself as I thought back on the original day and wrote the script.  In reality, Marti used the 3 hour car ride for visual effect only meaning she showed off her boy to the guys - and I do mean ALL of her body - without them touching her tits or pussy all to get them as hot as possible before we stopped.  In the video, being a porn video, I had to add in some tit play and nipple sucking and finger fucking.  In reality, the guys would stop the car every now and then to change drivers (it certainly wouldn't have been fair to have one guy do all the driving while the other three got their eyes full); in the video I did the same.  In reality Marti would get out of the car some when it stopped to show off in different angles; in the video I had her get out much more often especially since we had spotters.  In reality, as I said, the car ride lasted some 3 hours before we stopped at Deke's place.  In the video I will - with Maria's editing help, reduce it to 90 minutes so the first episode would be about the pick-up and the drive to the final spot.

And then there's what happens when we get to Deke's cabin!  But I'm getting ahead of myself.  During the drive there were a lot of takes and retakes as the guys got into their personalities and Maria and I worked with camera angles in the crowded SUV.  I suspect it will take at least two more days of filming in the car to get enough quality footage - not that any of us are complaining!  That's just more naked Marti time with that incredible body everybody's focus.

Stay tuned!

Roxy