Let me begin by saying that all of our stories are real. We know that extreme detail goes into a fantasy, but sometimes real events can be a bit more mundane. I don’t use creative embellishment to get people to read our stories. I just write what happened with as much detail as I wish to reveal. Sometimes less is more. Maybe knowing that another couple has actually done something like this can help another couple open new and exciting doors in their relationship. Leaving out some of the details only lets others fill in what they wish would have happened, or allows them to create their own fantasies (or realities) so the experience will be a more personalized one. Thank you.
After the experience we had on our balcony one night while stargazing, my wife has become bolder when it comes to our exhibitionism. She looks forward to our evenings outside and tries to guess how many people are watching by the number of lights that go off when we get “hot and bothered”. The only thing she wasn’t looking forward to was our cold Chicago winters. I suggested a webcam, but she said it wasn’t “intimate” enough. She was also afraid that being out on the net, where we could be recorded, might cause us problems later. No, she liked the anonymity of our arrangement but, with a little grin, said a slightly more personal touch could turn it up a notch. I could see the wheels in motion and I knew I had two choices. Get on the train or get off the tracks.
I came home one day to find all the furniture in the condo re-arranged. Everything, right down to the pictures on the walls, even our wall mount plasma TV had been moved and there were new drapes on the window overlooking the city and lake.
“I met this man down by the dog park a few weeks ago. We get the same lattes at Starbucks most every morning. He told me he owns a home entertainment business and when I asked if he could move our big TV he said he could come up and take a look. It didn’t take him very long.”
My heart skipped a beat as I remembered our “slightly personal touch” conversation. “Did you pay him?” I asked, wondering about the method of payment.
“Don’t worry,” she answered taking my face gently in her hands, “he was very professional and so was I. He made us out a bill and everything.” She handed me an invoice for $50. “He said it was his Friends and Neighbors rate.”
I laughed and said, “I should have known you wouldn’t do anything like that. I’m sorry.”
“I only like them to watch, not touch. Now, how about we have some wine and check out the old view from the new sofa.” She grinned and ran her hands seductively across my chest unbuttoning my shirt as she went. Who was I to say no.
A few weeks later I came home from the gym early to find my wife lying on the sofa in one of her long sheer nightgowns. The back of the sofa was to me but I could see her head on the arm of the sofa, one arm raised above her head, and one leg thrown over the back. She was slowly rocking back and forth and moaning. I didn’t have to guess what she was doing. I watched for a minute as her moans turned louder and turned me on.
“Are you having a good time sweetheart?” I said just loud enough for her to hear, but not enough to scare her.
She jumped, like a jolt of electricity had just hit her. “You scared me to death!” she said throwing a pillow at me. Then her eyes got wider. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Just a couple of minutes,” I replied.
A look of relief swept over her face. Just for an instant, but she recovered quickly. “Give me a minute to straighten up and I’ll get dinner started.” She hurried around to the end table by the sofa and started picking up things and pushing the sofa cushions back into place.
“Hey now, hold on there. I walk in on you having a great time like that and now you just want to cook dinner? How about we cook a little something up right here,” I said, gathering her up in my arms. She seemed nervous to me and I knew something was up.
“Nothing,” she smiled quickly, “nothing at all.”
Just then a phone started to ring. Not our regular home phone but a cell phone. I had never heard the ringtone before. It was rather soft like it was in another room.
“Did you change ringtones, hun?” I asked as I started trying to find the source of the sounds.
She quickly reached into the sofa, pulled out a cell phone and flipped it open. “Can you call back later I’m a bit busy. Yes, he just got home. Thanks.”
“Who was that and when did you get another phone?” I asked. I had never thought my wife would keep any secrets from me, but now I was nervous too. She looked sheepishly down to the floor.
“Do you remember when I said I wanted a more personal touch to our little shows? Well this is it. I had this idea a long time ago and re-arranging the furniture was just the first part. I figured if people wanted to watch me and I wanted to show them then why not. Other people have telescopes like yours. They call me and I do what they want. Well, within reason that is. That’s why the sofa faces the window. I should have told you from the beginning but I didn’t know how you would take it. I figured I would try it for a while and if it worked out you could join in if you wanted to. “
I was relieved. At least she wasn’t cheating on me. “How do people know your cell number?”
She walked over to the window and drew back the full length curtains. On the sides of the window, hidden by the new curtains, were the words “If you can see us call us” and the cell number. She turned back around to me, wondering what I was going to say.
I was cut off by the phone ringing. She looked at me and then over at the phone lying on the end table.
“I don’t have to answer it,” she said.
“It’s OK,” I said, “It might be fun watching you again. I just wish you would have told me earlier. Maybe I could have joined you.” I smiled at my beautiful wife and watched her eyes grow bigger. “Put it on speaker so I can listen too.”
She smiled at me so seductively that I started feeling that soft stirring in my groin. She picked up the cell and flipped it open.
“Hello. Yes I’m OK. No he’s still here. Yes we can pick up where we left off. Do you mind if he watches? Only if he wants to. We’ll see. Now then, what do you want to see?”
She returned to the sofa and lay back down like she was when I first came in. She pushed a few buttons on the phone and set it down on the end table. Lying back, she pulled up her thin nightgown and opened the top to reveal her perfect breasts. (If you remember from my earlier story she is what most would call voluptuous. Not rail thin like some models, but with a few extra pounds where it counts.)
“Is this about where we left off?” she cooed.
“Close enough for me,” said a smooth middle aged voice. “If I remember right you were sliding your fingers on either side of your clit and gently pulling on your nipples.”
Her hands resumed their ministrations and I watched as she started rocking back and forth again.
She twisted her nipple between her finger and thumb. She loves it when I do this to her. She was moaning now and her hips were moving back and forth like she was fucking her hand. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. I couldn’t believe how swollen I was and my hand found my hard-on naturally. I stood there, stroking myself, as my wife started bucking wildly on the sofa. Her body tensed and her eyes rolled backwards. Her breathing, that before was coming in short gasps, now was one long release, culminating in a low gutteral groan. All during this, my hand pumped my cock and my hips moved in time with hers. Then I heard it. Another low grunting. It came from the phone. My wife picked it up and started talking into it.
“Come on, that’s it. Pump it, pump it good. Stroke that big thing. Do it baby, do it good. Come for me.”
She licked her lips and smiled at me. She was talking to “him” but at the same time talking to me. She threw off her nightgown and turned around on the sofa to face me, her back to the window. She reached back and slapped her ass.
“Put it right here. Slide it in deep. Do it!. Come on, baby, fuck me good!”
She rubbed her ass with long strokes running her fingers over her wet swollen pussy. The voice on the other end groaned louder. So did I. She licked her lips again and flicked her tongue at me. One long groan came from the phone and then nothing but heavy breathing.
“Oh my. Was that good? I hate to leave you in that kind of shape but I think my husband needs some help with the same situation. Call me again sometime. I’m here to please.” She closed the phone and crooked her finger seductively at me.
“Come over here sweetheart and let me help you with that. I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”
My hand left my throbbing hardness and slowly wound its way into her soft hair. She lowered her head to my cock and kissed the tip.
A soft moan was all I could manage as she slowly trailed her tongue down the sides of my swollen manhood and back to the top.
“All better?” she smiled up at me.
I just shook my head from side to side. She blew on my shaft lightly. The cool air across the wetness left by her tongue caused the skin to tighten even more. She parted her lips and took the whole length. Her throat pulsated around my shaft and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I threw my head back and came with a loud groan. She milked me for every drop. I collapsed over the back of the sofa landing on the other side. She curled up next to me purring like a cat after a bowl of milk. We cuddled there for a few minutes gently stroking each others skin.
The ringing of the phone startled us back into reality. She reached up and flipped it open.
“Hello. Oh, it’s you again. Round two. Well, I don’t know. I’ll have to ask him.” She reached down and gave my now soft cock a gentle squeeze.
“I think that was a yes,” she said to our unseen voyeur as she pushed the buttons again to put the phone on speaker. “How do you like the view?”
The same smooth male voice answered. “It’s amazing. It’s much better with the sofa turned around and the television in the other room. It was a bit distracting.”
We looked at each other, the same thought crossing our minds.
“How do you know the TV is in the other room?”
