Sultry Sex Show

ATWNY WEBSTER

Because he knows what gets me off, Joe likes to tie me up on the balcony after dinner. If I get off, he gets off. A happy wife means a happy life.

He used to keep me fully clothed and bind me, leaving me captive as the sun grew dimmer in the sky. The lights from the pool would color me slightly with their aquamarine glow. Then we’d wait. Within moments, the house that was situated across from us would light up. It was the only home within a half mile; a small, grassy field separated us. The neighbor’s windows would gradually grow light and then a dark shadow would appear in the upper left window. We assumed it was a bedroom window.

We played this game more and more frequently with the unknown stranger who liked to watch, while we, in turn, liked to show off. A few weeks ago, we amped up the fun. Joe had never fucked me outside before, but he finally did.

After I’d been outside awhile, clothed in a light skirt and blouse, Joe came out and removed my shoes. He placed the shoes on the balcony ledge so they could be seen. Made of thick ornate cinderblocks, the balcony was a sturdy perch for our games.

After twenty minutes or so, Joe came back and removed my skirt. The railing hit me at mid-thigh, so it was obvious, even if viewed from a distance, that I was bare below the waist but for panties. At the point of skirt removal, those panties were soaked in the crotch. When Joe returned to unfasten my blouse, opening it button by button, he stood behind me and reached around to tease my clitoris through my wet panties. His mouth on the back of my neck was hotter than the summer evening. His cock, hard and ready, pressed to the crack of my ass.

I moaned as he left the shirt hanging open. He cupped my left breast with his hand, pinching and tweaking the nipple so that pleasure and pain danced beneath my skin.

I thrust my hips forward against his palm, and then he shoved his hand into my panties, slipping a finger into my cunt. When I sighed, he laughed softly, kissed my neck again and withdrew. Leaving me out there, twisting in the wind, under the watchful eye of our neighbor as warm night air blew across my exposed breasts and raised goose bumps on my skin.

The next time he returned, Joe shimmied me out of my panties, dragging them down slowly so they caressed my thighs and the backs of my knees on the way. The light from the pool appeared brighter and bluer as the sky darkened.

He stood behind me briefly, playing his fingertips across my clitoris, pressing his erection to my bottom. I fought the bonds that held my wrists to the balcony supports.

“What do you want?” His words were hot in my ear.

What did I want? I wanted it all. I wanted everything. But I forced myself to speak words that would make sense. “I want to come.”

“Of course, you do.”

He dropped down to his knees and moved in front of me. Most likely, to our audience of one, he was nothing but a head that appeared just below my pussy. Joe grabbed my flanks, pushed his face to my sex and slipped his tongue into my wet folds. I bucked my hips forward on instinct, seeking out more contact with his wet mouth. I thrust and my arms twisted, rattling my bonds.

I shivered from the excitement and the sudden warm breeze that washed over me.

Joe got me to the brink—to the sweetest place of all—and then he stood, wiped his mouth, kissed me and left.

Me in my shirt hanging open and unbuttoned and bare everywhere else.

I’m not sure how long I stayed out there like that, exposed but for the fluttering of my top around my shoulders to the shadow in the window across the way. When he returned, Joe gathered my long hair in his hand and wrapped it once around his fist. He tugged lightly before scraping his teeth along the back of my neck until I moaned, my nipples hardening instantly.

“Is he there?”

Joe knew the answer, but he wanted me to say it. “He’s there.”

“Is he watching my pretty, pretty girl?”

I whimpered as he once more ground his cock against my ass. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted the grand finale, and yet I didn’t want it to end. My pulse pounded in my temples, my throat—my pussy. Joe had teased me by taking me right to the brink, and I was still there. Wet and ready and desperate beyond measure.

His fingers played across my nether lips. He teased my clit and slid a digit inside me. “Answer me.”

“He’s watching me.”

“Nope.”

I almost laughed, but he had me too worked up. “He’s watching your pretty, pretty girl?”

“Good.” He angled me forward, pulling my feet back a little until I was exactly the way he wanted. I knew the pool light shined on the balcony and illuminated it. I knew that we could be seen, almost as if we were spotlit. I knew all this, so when I heard Joe’s zipper go down I almost came from the sound of it. I heard his pants hit the deck and his belt buckle jingle. I heard the whoosh of his shirt coming off.

My nipples stood out—hard ready peaks—and my stomach dipped as if I were riding a roller coaster.

Joe’s hands gripped my hips, and his cock nudged me. I pushed my ass out and let him get to the exact spot he needed. He thrust slowly but firmly, and then I gasped because he was in.

I was so wet, so ready, it took no time to work up to a crazy rhythm. He drove into me, lifting me up on my tippy-toes, straining my arms in their bonds so they ached. But the ache only added to the rush of pleasure I was feeling from our fucking.

I hung my head, hoping our viewer could see how utterly perfect this all was. My hair curtained me from looking, but I swore I could feel the stranger’s eyes on me. More than once we’d thought we’d seen the subtle flash of lenses reflecting light as if our neighbor had binoculars. I could only hope he did.

I pushed back to take Joe, slamming my body to meet every lusty thrust. He began to make soft, deep noises. I stared at his bare feet between my legs, trying to focus my attention so that I didn’t climax too soon. I could tell he was close, and I wanted more than anything to come with him. One big finale for the appreciative man across the way.

But Joe played dirty. He reached around and found my clit, slippery with my own juices, and began to rub firm circles on top of that swollen knot as he continued to pound me. Within moments, I was coming, crying out into the night as my hair swayed before my face and my calf muscles screamed from the tension of holding myself in position.

I felt him pull free of me so quickly that I gasped. Joe came around to my side, his fist working his cock furiously. “Just to keep things interesting,” he whispered, pressing close as he climaxed. His come splashed my thigh and my belly. His breath was loud and ragged in my ear.

I let my head fall back as I moaned because the warm splash of his cream added a whole new layer of dirty to this game.

“Next week—”

“Next week, I’ll come on something else,” he said, grinning. “We have all week to work it out. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the visual.”

I nodded. Then I laughed, because I knew as soon as he undid my bonds, I’d be using my shaking hands to get myself off again. His moment of inspiration had put me back to the beginning. Ready to come. Desperate to get off.