In my previous story I shared how my wife put on a knowing show during our honeymoon in Mexico. While not every escapade includes a hotel the next one that comes to mind certainly does. We routinely would stay at a fancy high rise hotel facing an entertainment district for either Valentine’s day or our anniversary.
At night the hotel with its very clear windows, tower over the entertainment district for all to see. While we were walking to and from dinner we admired the beautiful hotel which is likely the highest star rating in our city. As one looks upon the hotel you can very distinctly see a soft glow from rooms with the curtains closed and and a brighter clear vision directly into any room with the curtains open. Each room has its own small semi circle balcony that just barely allows room for a visitor to open the sliding doors and step out to enjoy the night air. The majority of rooms of course have the curtains closed and the majority of rooms with curtains open show no movement to be seen.
I still am unsure just how much of this she knowingly does and plans but my wife very much seems to enjoy to put on a show from a distance. We returned from an evening of cocktails and fancy dinner. I excused myself to the restroom and shortly after entering the room I heard the screeching sound of the curtains. She had mentioned that it was hot in the room so perhaps she decided to step out for some fresh air I thought.
I opened the bathroom door to find my tipsy wife pulling lingerie over her head. There she stood with the lights on at full blast as close as she could get to the glass of the sliding doors. She turned, curtsied almost shyly now and said “Do you like it?”
The gown only covered to mid thigh with a lacy low plunging v in the front. I noticed that she had something in her hand. She saw my eyes make the discovery and her hand froze and opened letting its contents fall to the floor. The g-string that came with the outfit fell to the floor. “Whoops,” she said as she slowly began to bend at the waist to retrieve her fallen underwear. As she bent she exposed all to anyone who could see in. Our room was pretty high and the hotel is set back 50 yards from the entertainment district so could anyone really see? Who knows, I know she thought somebody might. And they certainly watched the undressing and dressing that happened only moments before.
She walked towards the mini fridge and asked “Didn’t you bring some bubbly?”
“Of course,” I said and opened the fridge and two super classy plastic cups to pour the champagne into.
I poured hers first and before I could pour mine she began to depart and walk towards the sliding doors again. This time she reached for them handle and began to brace herself to slide the door open. Whoosh the door slid open and the hustle and bustle of the entertainment district bustled below. She stepped out confidently onto the small balcony and leaned against the railing. Realizing how high up we were and how small the balcony was she moved her feet back away from the edge while keeping her hands on the fancy curved railing.
We could hear cars and distant murmurs of crowds of people passing at the entertainment district across the street. With the constant movement of people it was hard to make out specific individuals who may see my wife in her lingerie at the moment. However, having been below just 30 minutes below and seeing the occasional smoker on a balcony or passerby I was sure multiple people were seeing her at this moment.
“Thanks for a classy night out,” She said as she put her arm around my waist. “You’re welcome you looked amazing all dressed up, but I think I like this outfit even more,” I quipped.
“Am I too classy to do this?” She asked as she ran her hand across my soft, thin dress pants. She began running her hand up and down, each time with a little more pressure until I was fully hard within my pants. She lowered herself onto her knees and reached for my belt. Fumbling at first her hands found what she needed and she slid the belt out from its loops and slung it towards the glass, sliding door. The buckle hit the frame resulting in a loud metal clang. It was a decently warm night and if anyone in the other balconies didn’t know we where out here they did now. I did not see anyone immediately adjacent to us however and certainly wasn’t going to object to where this was going.
In a blur my pants were removed to my ankles and my boxer briefs were now being tugged down. She grabbed my throbbing cock with her hand and drew it to her mouth. Using her robust skills she teased my dick with her tongue making circles and licking the length of my shaft only to stop short of fully engulfing her mouth onto it. She continued in this teasing pattern for the first few minutes and then began methodically taking it in and out of her mouth as she began to seem to need it deeper in her mouth.
She shifted around a few times, I could hardly blame her as she was kneeling on concrete which could not be comfortable. She began to stand up. Fully expecting this to be the end of the blow job I shifted as well. Instead of breaking contact, she grabbed onto my ass and stood up while keeping the rest of her body, and more importantly her mouth in place. She continued to bob her head up and down on my cock with her lingerie dress which barely reached the bottom of her ass in this position, fluttering in the light breeze. These particular balconies were not tiered however so the only risk of being seen would be from suites above and below the left and right.
Then I smelled the unwelcome smell of smoke, I knew it would only be a matter of time at this point before she would notice it as well and want to return inside. Seriously, someone just had to have a smoke right now I thought? Sure enough she broke her suction now and whispered “ugh is someone smoking out here?”
“Probably I said but they’ll go away,” I assured her.
“No that’s gross I can’t take that,” She said as she started to search for the source, as if she’d do anything about it upon discovery.
Situated closer to the door than she was I reached for the door, opened it enough to slide inside and started towards the bed not wanting to delay our session longer. As I got to the other side of the bed I saw my wife looking up and off to the left of our room. I assumed she located the smoking offender. Not wanting to cause trouble I hoped she wasn’t saying anything. As I was awaiting for her to come in I realized that she was taking way longer than I thought she would. The glare from the inside lights made it difficult to see exactly what she was doing. Next she raised her hand and waived as though she was saying goodbye. Confused I started towards the balcony again. She slid her hand underneath the thin spaghetti strap of the short lingerie gown and slid one side down then the other. She stepped out of the gown all together, looked up towards another balcony and stepped through the threshold.
“What was that I asked?”
“I told him he shouldn’t have smoked, he would’ve gotten a show!”
She slid the door closed and pressed herself up against the glass windows. Now fully nude she adjusted to the cold temperature of the door. She bent at the waist and said “Behind me.”
I followed instructions and got behind her, I teased her clit with hard cock and prepared for entry. “Fuck me from behind right here,” she said. I obliged and used 2-3 thrusts to enter her fully. She was absolutely dripping wet from her encounter and being on display in this window high above the entertainment district. I’d lie and tell you we fucked for hours but honestly she began moaning and screaming loud enough that the smoker could probably hear what he was missing. She always cums very enthusiastically and noticeably. After she came, I followed quickly filling her up.
She was now 2-2 with hotel balconies. I thought to myself, I’ll never get a hotel room without a balcony again…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lmzdi5/conservative_wife_fancy_hotel_mfm_watched