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A Perfect Ending

My wife and I were at the Rooftop Hotel in Hollywood, Florida. Among the many erotic things we did was to fool around in front of our bedroom picture window as guys looked on.

We also took an occasional trip downstairs to the swingers rooms where you could perform in front of another picture window while even more people looked on from the nearby bar area.

I would usually send my wife ahead to gather up an audience. She would walk up to the bar completely nude to ask for some ice cubes or a soft drink or whatever. Even though other naked women were already there, she would usually draw attention from the men.

She’s that good looking.

This time she caught the eye of a guy from the other side of
the bar. He nearly dropped his drink as he spotted her naked
body. He quickly made his way over to get a closer look.

Having guys oogle your wife produces some contradictory
feelings. I felt proud, and a little jealous, but most of,
all turned on. Studying his stare I could see my wife anew:
pert breasts, erect nipples, firm belly leading to a hairy pussy.

Her new friend headed directly towards her. Would he try
to engage her in conversation? Did he think she was alone?
I could read his thoughts.

A sexy scenario flashed through my mind: him chatting her
up, the two of them returning to me, her informing me he was
going to suck her pussy (her favorite form of sex) while I watched.

Hold on a minute! I was letting my lust run away with my imagination.
Didn’t I want to eat her? Wasn’t she always a little reluctant
to hook up with a new guy?

Yes, that was what would happen, I decided. No need to worry.

The guy walked up to her, looked at her from head to toe and
everywhere in between. He said something; she smiled,
but came back to me.

I watched her approach as he watched her depart. I could
see her sashaying her bare butt for his benefit. Uh oh, that
could mean trouble.

With nary a word, she pulled me into the group room. Ahead
lay a sex addict’s adventure land: a sybian, a heart-shaped
couch, and right by the front window, an apparatus gynecologists
might use to examine their patients’ plumbing.

That’s where we ended up: she in the saddle with legs splayed
in stirrups. Her pussy was very much on display.

Behind me, over my shoulder, her admirer was staring at
her labial lips, licking his lips. She just lay back and
let her smile indicate she was enjoying all the attention.

Soon, several other men and a woman joined us outside the
picture window. That increased pressure on me because
I knew they had gathered for a performance and who was I to
stand in their way?

Accordingly, I remained by my wife’s side away from the
window so as not to obstruct anyone’s view. As any porn director
could tell you, public sex is a tricky business. While there’s
not much to worry about when there’s just two of you, there’s
a whole host of considerations when there’s a crowd.

Viewing angles are mighty important, don’t you know.

If I positioned myself between her legs to suck her clit,
I’d come between the star attraction and her audience.

What I didn’t consider was what could happen if I left room
to maneuver in front of her pussy. What if someone who wasn’t
a porn auteur took advantage of the void?

After a few minutes, just such a lousy lout, her admirer
from the bar, inched his way forward to stage center. Clearly,
he wasn’t a patron of the arts and had other things than viewing
angles on his mind.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. This time she
nodded her consent. He glanced at me for confirmation,
but ignored my lack of a response.

With no further ado, he slid into position just a tongue’s
length away and dove for her clit. My wife’s back arched in response.

He sucked up her beautiful swollen womanhood in his mouth
and didn’t let go as he masturbated her. All the while his
fingers worked fast and furious beneath his chin massaging
the bottom of her vagina and asshole.

I felt a little jealous because my wife always warned me
away from there. Not today. His mouth and hand were pumping
away. The crowd looked on approvingly, apparently satisfied
even though they couldn’t see everything.

I was busy with my wife from the waist up, massaging her breasts
and sneaking in a few French kisses whenever she had enough
air from all her excitement down below,

Her admirer and I both humped like mad dogs. God, was I turned
on! Seeing another guy examine your wife with his eyes is
one level of excitement. Seeing his tongue, lips and fingers
massage her genitals is quite another.

Outside the window, several of the guys were stroking their
cocks. One of the women was massaging her clit. Despite
all my concern, no one seemed too concerned about the intruder
between them and the star attraction.

My wife was in all her glory. I could tell she was but moments
away from a giant orgasm. Her head was thrown back, her chest
was heaving and, best of all, her legs were spread so wide
open I could plainly see the guy’s tongue action on her pussy.

At the moment of climax she clasped his head in her hands
and thrust her pelvis forward.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, ” she pleaded, as she cried out in joy.

But, of course, it did have to end sometime.

My wife calmed down a little. The guy tried to mount her,
but she would have none of that. He had to settle for watching
me clean up what he had started.

In the end, we switched positions. He stood by her side and
cam all over her belly as I shot my load into her pussy.

That was a perfect ending.

End of Story