Like many new couples, the early days/weeks/months of our relationship was very hot and very sexual. We fucked every day, sometimes many times per day, pretty much any free time we had together was spent all over each other. We talked about fantasies that we each had, we talked about past experiences with other partners, and even things we still wanted to do. She told me about a hot college experience she had with a MF couple and I told her about some of my past experiences, how I had shared my ex with a friend of mine, and how I had been the extra guy in a few MFM threesomes. She was pretty shocked that I had been okay sharing my ex with another guy. She was more surprised that I was more than “okay” but that I loved it and fantasized about her like that. Over the next few months we would talk about it every now and then, or I’d make a “joke” about my friend and I having our way with her or how I wanted us to be watched when we were fucking. She’d smile and laugh at the “joke,” but she knew that I was serious, and it was starting to turn her on thinking of it. Our 4th floor condo had a huge sunroom and she’d often walk around the condo topless or naked because we were high enough up that people on the ground floor couldn’t see in. It was a really small one-bedroom condo, so space was very limited. I made the sunroom a walk-in closet for her, so she’d be in there working out, doing yoga, changing clothes, etc. However, if someone was in the sunroom, they could definitely be seen by people on the ground or in the adjacent building, especially if they knew where to look. I loved seeing her laying out naked in the sunroom, knowing that she was slightly on display and that some lucky people could look in and see her. One night we came in late from a night of drinking, I led her into the sunroom and removed her clothes. I put her naked body up against the windows, so that her tits were pushed up against the window, exposing her to anyone that happened to look up and I fucked her up against that window, not knowing who could see, but excited knowing that someone could. The next morning, I looked over to the sunroom and could see the smudges on the windows, leftover evidence that her tits had been smashed against the window as she was getting pounded against it. I asked her not to clean off the window yet, just so I could remember the night for a while. Read more »