**This story is from when Mrs and I were first married- about an unexpectedly great Friday night with a share of practically public sex.**
Both in our mid-twenties, my wife and I both worked full time. Friday, at the end of a long week of work, we came back home with plans for a late date night. No kids yet, after all.
Unfortunately, for our plans, we’d be stuck home, as outside, freezing rain would be keeping us inside.
*Some scene setting is needed here: living above our means, our apartment was located in a chic downtown complex. Our third floor apartment had floor-to-ceiling windows which looked out at its many neighbors.*
We unwound on the couch at our place, discussing our respective weeks of work, complaining and laughing about coworkers at her job over a couple of drinks.
Mrs wore her typical conservative and professional attire- her hair was worn up, and she’d worn a button-up blouse and some black pants to work that day. Conservative look or not, I absolutely loved the way her thick thighs filled out her pants.
So, “Why don’t you make us some drinks?” Mrs suggested. She put on some upbeat music and I got out the ingredients to mix up some fancy cocktails at our place.
We drank and danced a little, I noticed that she had suggestively unbuttoned a few of her shirt buttons, giving me a glimpse of her dark skin and a white bra underneath.
“Actually, I’m going to get changed,” she said and left, shutting the bedroom door behind her. Fully expecting to see a change into sweat pants and a lived-in t-shirt, I went about carefully preparing the next cocktail. “Damn, what’s taking you so long in there?” I asked. “Okay, slow down, you’ll just have to Wait” she replied.
*****
Mrs opened the bedroom door and walked out. My god- she surprised the hell out of me. No sweat pants and t-shirt; nothing could be further!
She had let her shoulder-length hair down and was now wearing black heels and just a pink and black corset, (which I believe she’d saved from a Halloween party the year before). She opted for no panties and I stared lustfully between her thick hips, where she’d had a tiny ‘landing strip’ waxed. She strut across the room, right in front of the widows.
She sipped her drink and in no time, she was on her knees, right there in the kitchen. Music still thumping, she felt me underneath my pants, I was already hard for her. I took my erection out and she gave the underside of my shaft wet, sloppy kisses. She slowly licked and teased me, finally taking me into her hot mouth. It felt incredible and I shook a little bit at the knees. “Fuuuuck, yess” was all I could manage. “Mmm-hmm, she murmured, with me in her mouth.
She slid me out of her mouth and took a breath. “Fuck me outside and hopefully some of the neighbors watch.” Never mind that they could have been watching already.
We went out to the balcony in the cold rain. I hungrily reached between her legs from behind and felt her pussy- hot, wet and ready. She bent over the patio railing and I easily slid myself into her. We fucked for a few short minutes, before we started getting too cold (nor did we see any neighbors out).
I closed our sliding glass door and sat down on a chair in the living room. She said “okay,” and turned around, lowering herself onto my lap. She slid me into her dripping wet pussy. For a glorious while, she bounced up and down and grinded on my lap. She offered a few looks at her backside, her dark skin reddening where I had slapped and grabbed at her curvy ass.
“Let’s fuck on the bed,” she suggested after a while, throwing off her heels. We walked into the bedroom, where her work clothes were spread haphazardly around the room. We turned on the lights and kept the curtains open, a guarantee that anyone could watch.
She laid on the bed and spread her legs “come fuck me.” I entered her immediately. Her pussy was tight and she wrapped her legs around me. “Don’t cum, keep fucking me!” I did, starting to work a sweat in our rhythm. “Don’t stop, I’m so close” I went faster and harder, pressing up against her. She tightened and wordlessly gasped as she had her orgasm.
“I want your cum on my tits,” she then demanded after a few moments. I wasn’t shy about her request. I straddled her, pulled out and aimed for her chest, stroking myself. “That’s mine,” she laughed and took my cock in her hands.
I grunted as she quickly worked me with her hands, one wrapped around my wet shaft and the other squeezed around my balls (a move she and I both knew I loved). I stopped breathing, then grunted as I came, shooting droplets of cum all over her neck and the tops of her breasts, still covered by her corset.
We laughed afterwards about how we’d basically ruined her corset, seeing streams of sticky white cum across the sheer fabric. “Totally worth it,” she offered, adding “and thanks for the great orgasm.”
*****
Ultimately, a considerably better Friday night than either of us had expected. Not to mention, the thrill of every move possibly being seen.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jygu5j/friday_night_fun_and_a_show_for_the_whole