Bisexual Fiction: Intimate Viewing (Part 1)

By: JRob & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

The day started out innocently enough, just a dreary, overcast Saturday morning helping my best friend Steve and his wife Jessica move.

Steve and Jessica had been married for three years and were moving from a starter home to a larger single-family home being built several miles away. Unfortunately, the sale of house number one was completed before house number two was finalized, and they had to temporarily move into an apartment.

It was one of those "friends moving friends" ventures, where a bunch of guys do the heavy lifting and moving, while the girls packed and ensured the beer was cold, and that there was plenty of it.

Needless to say, helping out wasn't first on my to-do list, but it was one of those things that friends do for each other. Plus, it wasn't all that bad. Given the steamy heat, made steamier by the intermittent rain, some of the women were in skimpy outfits, which made for good eye candy, and provided motivation to complete our work fast and stick around to mingle at the barbecue afterward.

Some of the ladies were a bit more revealing than others. Jessica, for instance, wore prim Bermuda shorts and a loose-fitting top - boring, but workable given her duties for the day. Others showed a lot of leg, others some ample cleavage.

Over beers, in private among the guys, Steve complained how his sex life was, well, uneventful, as we shared stories about how we didn't get enough sex and all that... well, guy talk.

I remembered sneaking glances at Jessica and realized that even in her ho-hum outfit she was really quite cute. Her smile lit up a room, to say nothing of her sweet little ass, which would turn on even a blind man. On the few occasions when she'd bent over to lift a box, my eyes had locked onto her form and my mind wandered. For whatever reason, Jessica was the object of my mind's affection. Kristine, Bill's wife, was a knockout brunette, and Margaret, John's girlfriend, was a real red-headed hottie, but it was Jessica who occupied my fantasy mind.

Moving day was work, hard work, and by the end of the day, everyone was beat. Nearly everything had been moved to the temporary apartment when Steve asked if I could store some of the filled packing boxes in my basement. Of course, I said yes, and those boxes were loaded into my SUV and ended up in my basement next to various storage boxes of my own.

The very next day, I was looking for several books I knew I had on travel in Ireland. After searching high and low I surmised they might be in the basement, and I went downstairs and started sorting through my own boxes. Lo and behold I found the desired tour guides, and I began perusing the books.

After a bit of reading, I decided to go upstairs and grab a beer, but as I stood I accidentally tipped over one of Steve and Jessica's storage boxes. I reached over to pick it up but noticed the top had come undone, and several items had fallen out.

Now, I'm not a snoop, but I couldn't help looking at the big pile of photos that had spilled onto the floor, and I picked them up. The photos consisted of shots from vacations, softball, and baseball games, and shots taken around the house.

After I finished looking through the photos I put them back in the box, but curiosity got the best of me. I grabbed the box, took it upstairs with me, got a beer from the fridge, and then sat on the couch and began rummaging through the rest of their stuff.

There were some books, some old and obviously sentimental items, and an empty box of tissues. That got my attention because it was out of place in the box. Why would anyone pack an empty tissue box away? Picking it up, though, I realized something was inside it.

I reached in through the slot in the plastic where the tissues would normally stick out and pulled out several provocative photos of Jessica in revealing outfits. These were obviously pictures that had been taken with a digital camera and printed out at home. In one shot she was bent over a table, the bottom of her panties showing, while her face was looking over her shoulder toward the camera. With an infectious smile on her face, she was obviously teasing the photographer.

There were several more of this variety, but the last photo was the best of the lot, as she not only had a smile, but she had lifted her top, baring her very nice breasts to the camera.

It's funny, but when I realized I was looking at some private shots, I quickly put them back inside the tissue box and began re-packing the storage box. That task only lasted a few seconds - only long enough to realize there was a mini-disc from a camcorder sticking out from under one of the flaps in the bottom of the box. I knew I shouldn't, but I quickly loaded the mini-disc into my DVD player and sat back to see what was on it.

Let me tell you that any thoughts of Jessica being prim and proper were quickly dispelled. And, as for Steve's complaints about his sex life, well, the man was obviously a liar.

The video opened with a title shot, "Samantha's Afternoon Delight". Yet it wasn't 'Samantha' that came into view. On a large four-poster bed was Steve's wife Jessica, lying back on several pillows and reading a book. She was wearing a dark blue baby doll nightie with light blue satin panties. Her lips were bright red, the same shade as her fingers and toenails. She looked adorable, sexy, and a lot different than the wife of my best friend. She appeared to be so sensual, and all she was doing was reading a book.

That scene didn't last long, as soon her eyes opened wide as she read a passage of the book. Eyes glued to the page, she reached down between her legs with her left hand and began caressing the outside of her panties. It didn't take long for a bit of wetness to appear, and soon she slipped her hand inside the satiny briefs. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know she was slowly fingering her pussy.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was my friend's wife performing for the camera - and performing in a very hot manner. Soon, the book was put on the bed stand and Jessica was wiggling out of her underwear, sliding those panties down her thighs and baring a beautiful bald pussy. After leaning back, her hand and one lucky finger began attacking that pussy, and soon her breathing became heavier as she emitted light moans and groans.

"Oh, oh yes," she moaned. "That feels so good."

Jessica fingered herself for several minutes before reaching into the bedstand drawer and removing a long candle, which she proceeded to rub against her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she opened her pussy lips with one hand before slowly sliding the candle up her cunt. She began stroking the candle in and out of her wet pussy, rocking on the bed.

She was obviously hot, very hot, and the camera caught every sensual move. Jessica closed her eyes and moved her ass up and down on the bed as the artificial cock fucked her hole.

The camera moved a bit as the inexperienced operator (Steve, I assumed) watched the writhing woman. He'd zoom in to catch a close-up of the candle inside the pussy, then pan back to reveal Jessica writhing and moaning to the waxy cock's movement.

Seconds later, though, the camera became rock steady, and right after that Jessica opened her eyes and drew back in mock shock.

"Oh no, it's the gardener!" Jessica cried out to nobody in particular. "Go away, go away! Get out of my room!"

What followed was Steve coming into view in work clothes, talking in some sort of strange half-Mexican, half-Chinese accent. "Oh Senorita, what are you doing? Maybe you need some help from a real man?" Steve said. "I have something a lot better than your fingers and that candle."

Jessica drew back, but the candle was still firmly embedded in her wet cunt. The man moved closer, baring his chest. He slowly reached down and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor, then kicking them off his feet.

"Oh please, don't rape me, please, please, no!" pleaded Jessica in a B movie starlet voice. "I'm a virgin."

The man leered at the woman. "Not for very much longer, unless..."

"Unless what?"

The intruder smiled.

"Unless you suck my dick!" Steve said. "What do you say? Your mouth or your pussy, I don't care."

Jessica, as 'Samantha,' looked shocked at the thought of putting her perfect lips on this low life's manhood. Now, it wasn't the best acting job I had ever viewed, but my eyes and ears were locked on each and every word. It was like I was invisible, a spec on the wall with a full view of the action. The film wasn't professional, but it was good. And my friend looked great in it.

"I'm getting my rocks off, American woman, and there's nothing you can do about it! Your choice of where you want this big slab of meat," he said as he took hold of the candle and began to push it in and out of her pussy.

Jessica tried to push the 'gardener's' hand away as she squirmed on the bed, before 'submitting' and saying, "My mouth, you can use my mouth for your foul deed."

I pulled my cock out and began to slowly stroke it as I anticipated watching Jessica give Steve a blowjob.

Down came Steve's briefs and out popped his hard cock. I couldn't believe how hung my best friend was! Jessica's eyes widened at its size, and she began to pull away, but soon Steve was kneeling above her head. He stroked his dick in front of her face, and then lowered down a bit and forcefully pulled Jessica's head to it. Jessica pretended to resist, but after a few threatening words from the 'gardener,' she opened her mouth, and then closed it over the head of his cock and began polishing the knob with slow, sensual sucks.

Steve began slowly inserting more of his large cock into his wife's mouth. "Oh Mrs. Smith, you have a great mouth! I can't wait to shoot my hot cum in it," he said. "Oh yes, and I will enjoy watching you swallow it down your lily white rich girl throat."

Jessica pulled her mouth off his cock and cowered back. "No, please! Don't make me do that. Please!"

There was no Academy Award in 'Mrs. Smith's' future, but the acting was as realistic as most pornos I had seen.

"You will swallow my cum, whether you like it or not!" Steve replied. "But first, I will reward you for being such an excellent cocksucker," he finished, and then he slipped around into a sixty-nine position. "Suck it!" he ordered as he lowered his cock to Jessica's mouth, and then dipped his head between her legs and started lapping at her pussy while she complied and began sucking on his big dick.

I began to stroke faster as I watched the twosome on the screen rocking in time to each other, locked onto each other's sex organs.

 
It wasn't long before Jessica let out a cry and began exploding in orgasm. A moment later Steve removed his face from her cunt, threw his head back, groaned loudly, and contorted his face in ecstasy as he emptied his nuts into Jessica's sucking mouth.

Pure, prim Jessica took it like a pro.

That set me off, and I shot my wad all over myself.

"Whew, that was hot!" I said aloud.

Needless to say, I made a copy of the disc before packing up the box as best I could. I was nearly finished and about to take it back down to the basement when there was a knock on my door.

"Oh, hi Steve," I said, feeling my face reddening. "What's up?"

"I, uh… I need to get one of the, uh… one of the boxes I left with you," Steve stammered, and when he looked over my shoulder and saw one of his packing boxes – the box – in my living room, partially open, I thought he'd collapse. "You didn't look in it, did you?" he asked with panic in his voice.

 

I said no, but not very convincingly, and he knew right away that I had, so I explained how I'd accidentally knocked the box over, and came across the photos while putting the spilled contents back inside.

"The disc… did you watch it?" he asked nervously.

"What disc?" I asked, unable to keep from cracking a smile.

"You did! You watched it!" Then he took a breath and quietly asked, "Did you make any copies?"

"No, no, I didn't," I replied, again not very convincingly.

"Can I have it back, please? Look, Jessica will kill me if this ever gets out. Please, Jon, don't get me in trouble with this. Please!"

Seeing his desperation, and being my best friend, how could I refuse to give him back his photos and disc, and even the copy I had made? "Sure, of course," I said and motioned for him to step inside.

I headed off to grab first the disc, and then the storage box on the way back. But as I was making my way to retrieve the copy, I remembered how Steve had complained for months about how his sex life with Jessica was boring, when in fact she was of porn star quality. That brought back memories of high school and how Steve always bragged about all the pussy he got, which in turn brought back memories of a girl named Jill Dorsey.

Jill Dorsey was a girl in high school that I liked, a lot. I had been too afraid to ask her out, but, with Steve's encouragement, I finally got up the nerve… and she said yes! The date went really well. She seemed to like me a lot, too. We made out and felt each other up, but she stopped me when I tried to get in her pants, telling me she doesn't do that on the first date. I was disappointed but that quickly changed when she immediately followed that with, "But if I like a guy, if I really like him," and then she reached over and squeezed my crotch, "I will do oral on a second date." Needless to say, I immediately asked her out again, and she accepted.

Then, after sharing all the details of the date with Steve, including what she had promised to do on our second date, he turned around and asked her out behind my back. Not only that, but she canceled her date with me, making up some excuse. It was later that I found out, overhearing her gossiping with friends at school, without her knowing I was nearby, that not only had she gone out on a date with Steve, but that she had given him a blowjob… and then fucked him! On their first date!

It may have happened back when we were in high school, but the betrayal I felt at the hands of my best friend was something I had never quite gotten over. It was always in the back of my mind when I was around him. Now, it would seem, I had been given the perfect opportunity for a little payback!

With that in mind, instead of getting the copied disc I went right to the storage box, picked it up, and then returned to the door. "Here you go, it's all in there," I said handing him the box.

"The copy, too?"

"No, just the original disc, the pictures, and whatever else was in there."

"Jon! I need the copy!"

"You can take the box, no problem, but to get the copy back you'll have to, well, pay for it."

"What! You expect me to buy back the copy from you?" Steve asked sounding shocked and angered by my demand.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want money, and no, nothing illegal," I started, then I swallowed hard, looked him in the eye, and told him exactly what I wanted: "I want to watch you and Jessica in action again… live!"

All Male True Experience: My First Orgy

By: STUDDDD

 

 

Last week, I was invited to an all-male sex party. It took place in the basement of a private home, (complete with indoor pool and Jacuzzi – the host was obviously well-off), which was laid end to end with mattresses. I arrived sometime after ten, and about thirty-five guys had already shown up and blowjobs were everywhere! I'm an aggressive type so it didn't take long for me to get naked and start to mingle amongst the crowd of horny men.

It wasn't long before I got mixed up with a hung Latino stud that sported the hardest cock I'd ever seen - stuck straight out with a huge head on it, and it never went soft! I sucked him off while he blew another guy… wanted and got my face covered with his cum!

With a nice face-full of hot cum, I moved on to the indoor pool area, some guys frolicking in the water, others getting their cocks sucked on the pool's edge.

All Male Fiction: The Blowjob Test

By: Horny Rick

 

 

Based on a true story. 

The first part details an actual experience. The part involving "Mark" is pure fiction.

 

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When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen-year-old guys. Jerry was a farm boy like me, and Mark was a big city kid from Manhattan. Because we had so much in common, Jerry and I hit it off pretty well. Although we were really busy with our studies during the week, we went out partying every weekend. We both wanted to find girlfriends, but because there were far more guys than girls at our school, there was fierce competition for pussy.

Then, one Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to chase girls, and after hours and hours of trying, we finally gave up. We both drank more than usual and, talking about sex, we both ended up admitting to our limited sexual experience.

Jerry told me far more about himself than I wanted to know. He said he was unsure about his sexual preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a gay video once. "There's only one way that I can find out if I'm gay," he said. "I've got to go down on a guy. If I don't like it, I'll know that I'm not gay." There was a long hesitation, then, "Would you? You know, let me suck your cock, Jim?"

All Male Fiction: An Unwilling Cocksucker (Part 1)

"Jacked"

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

It was around midnight when Ryan finally left the office to head home. He was up for a big promotion, one that hinged on how well his presentation went the next day, which was what had kept him there so late. Tired, he was eager to get home to his wife and to get some long-overdue rest.

As he stood fumbling with his keys in the underground parking garage of his office complex, he didn't even notice anyone coming up behind him until he heard someone say, "Hey you!"

Turning around, he was faced with three teenage boys of about eighteen, one of them holding a gun, which was pointed right at him.

"Give us all your money!" the one holding the gun demanded.

There were security cameras, but the garage was only used for the office complex, and there was no security on duty at that time of night. So, with a gun in his face and no chance of intervention, Ryan complied and handed over his wallet.

"Now your cell phone!" he ordered.

Ryan complied again.

"Now hand over the keys!" he demanded, putting his hand out.

Giving over his cell phone and wallet was one thing, he only had about thirty dollars in his wallet, and credit cards could be replaced, so could his cell phone, but his car? He'd just bought it, his very first new car. He was still paying for it.

Ryan looked the three boys over. Despite being teenagers, all three had fairly muscular builds. The twenty-eight-year-old was in good shape himself, hitting the gym several times a week, and thought that he could distract them and take control of the situation.

"Here, take them," Ryan said and extended his hand to offer up his keys. When the guy with the gun went to take them, Ryan let them drop to the ground.

"Pick them up!" the thug demanded.

Ryan bent down to pick them up, and, as he began to straighten back up, he grabbed for the gun. A struggle ensued and then Ryan felt the gun crack him in the head, causing him to fall to his knees, stunned and gasping for air.

Disoriented and with his head hung, he felt a hand latch firmly onto his arm and another grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up. The one with the gun was standing in front of him, still pointing the deadly weapon at him. He smirked at Ryan, and Ryan felt that he was about to die.

"Please, just take my car and let me go!" he pleaded. "I won't tell anyone about this, I promise!"

The gunman smiled at him. "No, I think you still have more to give us," he said lowering the gun.

Ryan didn't understand. They had his money, his cell phone, and his car, he had nothing else to give them. However, just seconds later he fully understood what else they wanted as he watched in horror as the teen thug with the gun unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Bisexual Fiction: Steamed Up

By: mcamden & Ryan Michaels

 

 

I was tired. My legs were a little shaky going down the stairs, my hair plastered down and my shirt hanging heavy and cold against my body. I felt good, though, because the workout had been just what I needed to work some of the kinks out of my arms and shoulders. My muscles were now tired, but not as achy as they had been when I'd finally finished putting the new starter in our aging car.

It seemed odd to walk through the gym when it was dark outside, the skylights black and foreboding. I usually worked out in the morning, but I'd been up early to see my wife off for the weekend and then gone right to fixing the car. I was glad that I'd come, though, even though I'd debated just turning on the TV and fixing some dinner. Now I was looking forward to a long soak in the steam room, the real reason that I'd decided to go ahead and work out on this cold winter night.

The locker room was deserted as I stripped out of my clothes. It was such a departure from the bustling morning crowd.

The steam rolled out and the heat rushed at me as I opened the door to the steam room. I stepped inside the small room and spread my folded-over towel on the top bench. The odor of the steam and the hot, damp wood was soothing. I sat on the towel and leaned back, briefly hissing at the heat of the wall on my shoulders, but slowly relaxing and accommodating. I slouched some and closed my eyes.

The heat was intense and sweat quickly began to glisten on my naked body. I could feel individual droplets forming and running down, meeting other droplets and continuing. The gentle hissing of the steam lulled me and I recalled the moments before Liz had left this morning...

"Honey," she'd called down to the garage, "could you come up for just a moment?"

I grumbled a little under my breath. I was right in the middle of rearranging the trunk contents so that the lid would close.

I mounted the steps, eager to see her off so I could get to work on the repairs. Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, I stopped cold. Liz was sitting at the top of the stairs. Her long skirt was hiked up and her legs were parted, revealing her beautifully shaven pussy. There were a few drops of glistening dew surrounding her delicate pink lips. Her face wore a playful grin.

"I'm having a little problem, could you help me?" she asked.

"I think I can be of some assistance," I quickly replied, my mouth dry and my pants suddenly growing restrictive.

"I thought you might," she said. "It's this problem with honey..."

"Honey?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Yes, I can't seem to get it off." With that, she produced a small plastic honey bear in her right hand. I watched transfixed as the spout of the bear slowly yielded a narrow, heavy stream of golden liquid that fell precisely upon Liz's swollen clit and slowly oozed southward, commingling with her own nectar.

"Do you really think you can help?" she asked breathily.

Without a pause I nearly lunged at her, forcing her into a recumbent position as I began to taste the heady concoction of her sex. The sweetness of the honey combined with the earthy taste and aroma of her cunt aroused me fully as I slowly lapped at her, starting just below her pussy and drawing my tongue up and over that moist, beckoning region, to her now engorged pleasure center.

My tongue swirled over her clit, gently yet firmly finding every morsel of honey and devouring it. Her legs moved up to my shoulders, and as she spread them wider to allow me full freedom, her ankles locked behind my neck, pulling my eager face into her. I took her clit between my lips and suckled it, pressing my lips firmly down around the shaft as my tongue danced around the tip.

Her legs pulled my head even closer to her as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her now wet cunt, probing along the pubic bone in search of yet another sensitive spot. My mouth continued to suckle and swirl and one probing finger found its mark as suddenly her legs locked my head securely in place and her body began to gently and rhythmically spasm with the pleasure of her orgasm. I gently slid my fingers from her and released her now-sensitized clit from within my lips.

Her legs released my head and she gently pushed me back up to a standing position on the stairs. Moving quickly, she moved down three steps so that she was now straddling my feet. Her hands deftly unfastened my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing free, the tip damp from pre-cum. She reached up and grasped me mid-shaft, and pointed me directly at her mouth. Her lips parted and her wondrous tongue darted out and lapped at the small opening, sampling the clear fluid slowly oozing out.

"Mmm, you taste as good as ever," she said. "Cum for me, quickly." Her right hand moved methodically along the shaft, her left hand cupping my balls, hefting them, squeezing them gently.

She took the tip of my dick into her mouth, her lips stretched around the shaft just behind the head as her tongue migrated directly to the most sensitive area on the underside. Very quickly I could feel my balls beginning to heave, and the spasm pushed through me. My cock jerked once forcefully as the cum erupted from it, all the while her skilled tongue milking me for more.

She released my now softening cock from her mouth, backed up a step, and stood and said quietly in my ear, "I'll expect a good hard fuck when I get back, so rest up."

Opening my eyes quickly, I realized that I had drifted off in the hot swirling mists of the steam room. Looking over, I saw that I now had company, a man of about my age, perhaps a few years younger. He looked to be in good shape with a well-toned body enveloped in a sheen of moisture. He was sitting on the same level as me and was quarter turned and facing me.

With a start, I realized that he was lazily running his fingertips over his semi-erect penis. I looked up at his face and he smiled.

All Male Fiction: Trick and Treat

By: Tommyhawk1

 

 

 

It was Halloween, just after sundown, so as representatives of our frat house, we were out on the street in force in our costumes, picking up the pledges (the money kind) we'd gained from our frat house's Halloween Haunted House. I was dressed as Robin, Jack was dressed as the Flash, and Tim was wearing a bandanna and a goatee made from a piece of an old wig. I guess he was a pirate.

The deal was that we'd collect the money on Halloween in an imitation of the kids who asked for candy, only instead of the candy, we were given the checks they were supposed to have ready.

"We might as well skip this house," I said to Jack and Tim as we approached the yellow house with the green shutters. "You remember what happened last year."

"What?" Tim asked. He was new to the frat, I'd said that last part to Jack alone.

"I remember," Jack said. "That's why we're not skipping him this year."
 

"What happened last year?" Tim wanted to know.

"Old Man McCabe," Jack said. "We said 'Trick or Treat' and he said, 'I'll take the trick.'"

"He reneged on his pledge. We just stood there and looked at him, and he laughed and shut the door in our faces," I finished.

"Oh," Tim nodded. "What a jerk. We had one like that when I was a kid, too. One of them in every neighborhood, I guess."

"So why do you want to go back again this year?" I asked Jack. "You know he's just going to do it to us again."

"I'm counting on it," Jack replied. "I'll bet he's still wearing nothing but those ratty old sweat shorts when he does it, too."

"And he probably still has that big bowl of candy he won't give us anything out of," I agreed. A piece of candy was part of the perks we got from our collection rounds. Hey, college kids like candy as much as kids, you know!

"What a jerk," Tim said again.

"So what do we do?" I wanted to know, for we were at his front gate already.

"Just wait until he says, 'I'll take the trick,'" Jack said. "Then we rush him. One of you make sure to close the door behind us, too."

Tim looked questioningly at me and I nodded. "Why not," I agreed.

"Fine with me," Tim chimed in. "The jerk back in my neighborhood, he called me a pussy when I didn't know how to answer him when he said he'd take the trick. What does it even mean, they'll take the trick?"

"It doesn't mean anything," I assured him.

"Sure it does," Jack said as he stepped up to the front door. "And we're going to give him the trick."

I considered this. "Cool."

Ding-dong went the doorbell.

A shadow at the window in the door, just a small, frosted rectangle, enough to show us someone was about to open the door, and we all took a step back.

And the door swung inward and Mr. McCabe was in the doorway.

Like we'd predicted, he wore nothing but the same baggy, ratty, loose-fitting sweat shorts he'd worn last year. His face was round and beginning to sag some, so was his chest and stomach. His hair looked like it'd been cut with a buzz saw.

"Trick or treat!" we said. All the other neighbors would promptly grab the bowl of candy (if they weren't holding it already) and we would get some candy and the check put into our bags!

Not this jerk. He put one hand on his hip and said, "I'll take the trick."

Last year, that had produced dumb looks and us muttering, him laughing and shutting the door. This year...

"Get him!" came Jack's call and the three of us rushed him!

Straight Fiction: At the Hands of a Stranger

By: Miss Jane

 

 

 

Standing in front of the window, peering through the thin lace drapes, was just the beginning of fulfilling a long time fantasy of mine, something I was pushed, well dared to do by my husband, to make it a reality. I can see the passersby too busy with their own activities and thoughts to even notice me. Of course, being on the inside of the window and the other side of the thin lace drapes it is probably difficult for them to see anything inside. Taking a deep breath, I pull apart the edges of the drapes. Sliding them open only a couple of inches, I see my own partial reflection in the window.

Waiting a few minutes to see if anyone outside notices, I am relieved and at the same time a little disappointed that no one has. Reaching for the drapes, I open them a few more inches. Seeing more of my reflection in the window, I feel a shiver move over my body; my completely naked body. My nipples harden almost instantly. Giving each one a gentle squeeze, I don't wait as long to open the drapes wider. Moving closer to the outside world, I hear more of the muffled noises permeating through the window.

Still no one notices me. Swallowing hard, I close my eyes and grasp the drapes. I pause for a few seconds before yanking them open quickly, my heart beating fast, my pussy now extremely wet from anticipation. I am frozen in the moment, knowing I am naked in front of a window with complete strangers passing by me only a few yards away. Holding my breath, I slowly open my eyes and look outside. With daytime turning to dusk, the streetlights and reflection on the outside of the window probably make seeing me somewhat difficult.

Again, I feel an exhilarating chill sweep across my body. I suddenly feel the urge to pull the drapes closed, but since my husband will undoubtedly ask me about this, and has the uncanny ability to discern just from the sound of my voice if I am lying, I resist the urge and stand motionless. I look down at my hardened nipples, my hands quickly moving to them.

Stroking the soft underside of my large breasts, my fingertips tease the curvatures of my smooth skin. Staring outside, hoping to catch the eye of some passerby, I begin to gently knead my tits, squeezing them, pulling on my nipples. I give them a few hard pinches, feeling the familiar sensations of arousal moving through my body.

I notice a man dressed in a business suit slow down but not look in my direction. I keep my eyes on him, then, much to my delight, he turns around and slowly walks by again. Still, he does not look directly at me, but I do see his head angled slightly in my direction.

My heart starts to race. Has he seen me, or has he just remembered something that requires he go back in the direction from which he came? As I watch him disappear from sight, I moan quietly, a little frustrated. Startled by my phone ringing, I turn away from the window and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Baby. What's going on?"

I smile at hearing the voice I've been waiting for. "Hey you, I was hoping you would call!"

"I told you I would. I hope you're doing what we discussed. Are you?"

I don't answer; instead I feel a wave of embarrassment and intense excitement sweep over my whole body.

"I will take your silence as a yes." I hear a chuckle over the phone, and can't help but giggle a little too.

"I wasn't expecting you to call while I'm doing this. But it's actually kind of exciting," I whisper.

"Has anyone seen you yet?"

"I think so. A man walked by then turned around and passed by again, but I am really not sure," I reply.

"Are you at the window now?"

"No, I had to step away to..." I stop talking, interrupted by my husband's voice.

"Well it's a cordless phone. Go to the window. Tell me when you're there again. I want to visualize it."

Taking a few seconds to get back to the window, there is a moment of silence, and then I reply, "Ok, I am here."

"Good. Lift one leg and rest it on a chair or a table near the window. Show off your beautiful pussy."

Doing as instructed, I lift one leg and rest my foot on the padded seat of the chair nearby. "Ok, I am."

"Good girl. Has anyone seen you? Do you notice anyone looking?"

"Um, I think so," I say quietly, looking intently at a man facing the window, but reading a newspaper. "I can't quite tell."

"Put the phone down on the window ledge, and turn it to speaker phone. I am going to tell you what I want you to do, and I want to hear what happens. From here on, you won't talk to me, you will only do what I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Uh, yes," I whisper, my voice a little shaky.

Hitting the speaker phone button, I lay the phone down on the window ledge. I glance out the window and see the man still facing my window, the newspaper held high, but not high enough to conceal his eyes. I listen closely as I hear a quiet voice.

"Take a hold of one of your hard nipples, and give it a nice firm pinch. Then, take your other hand and gently stroke your smooth pussy. Now look around outside, and if you see anyone watching, maintain eye contact, male or female, it doesn't matter, just keep looking at them."

I close my finger and thumb around my nipple and give it an almost painful pinch, twisting it, rolling it back and forth. I close my eyes and savor the intense surges of pleasure coursing through my body. I tilt my head back slightly and close my eyes for a few seconds as I move to my other nipple, repeating my actions. Slipping a couple of fingers between my smooth folds, I feel just how wet I am. I gasp at the incredible abundance of wetness awaiting me.

"I heard that! I bet your pussy is nice and wet already. I am getting so hard just picturing you touching yourself... and picturing you doing it in front of a window is just fucking hot! I hope that someone is watching, or will be soon."

"Yesss," is all I can moan in response, keeping my eyes on the man seemingly reading his newspaper. I take a chance he is watching, and give him a mischievous smile. To my delight, he smiles back at me and nods his head slightly. Looking down his impeccably well dressed body, I can barely make out the bulge in his trousers. I slowly lick my lips as I raise my eyes again to meet his stare.

"What's happening? Is someone watching you? Are you still touching yourself?"

"Uh huh... yes, someone is watching, and yes, I am still touching myself," I reply.

"Beckon them over to the window, unlatch it, and open it slightly. If they come over, invite them to touch you. You know that's what you want, what you've been craving! Do it! Do It!"