I love the sensation of someone’s eyes on me. It’s not that I have to be the center of attention, but the idea of someone catching me in a sex act or overhearing me during lovemaking is very arousing. My husband is very understanding of this fantasy. During the summer months, a major festival happens in our home town and thousands of people pour into the city. It is a carnival type atmosphere. With warm nights, many people are out on the streets walking to and from the outdoor activities.
On one such night, I had enticed Alan onto our front porch for a little lovemaking. It was after midnight, a warm breeze was blowing as I knelt on the tile floor of the porch to take his cock into my mouth. I love the feel of his cock sliding into my mouth, my lips swelling and super sensitive, my tongue touching every spot as he presses deep into my throat. I always make sure to stop sucking just before he comes so that he can bend me over the porch rail and fuck me from behind.
I was wearing a sun dress with little straps that stretched, so it was easy to slip them down my shoulders and reveal my breasts. My eyes were closed and I could feel the breeze on my hard nipples as he bent me over and lifted my dress up. As Alan spread my legs and pushed his fingers into my wetness, I heard moaning that didn’t sound like my man. Near a big holly tree in our front yard I could see the shape of two men standing in the shadows, I couldn’t see their faces but from the movement of their bodies I could tell they were both stroking their cocks.
Alan knew they were there as well. He took great pleasure is turning my body so they could see his cock slide into me. As he pounded into me, he pinched my nipples making them harder. The idea that these men were watching was making me so hot that I thought I would die. I just wanted to be taken, hard and fast. Alan was doing a fine job of it when he just stopped. I was so surprised that I cried out.
He told me to face him, I stood up and turned to face him, my little sundress falling down over my ass but my breasts heaving from my hard breathing. He said, “Touch yourself.” And proceeded to talk me through a slow, purposeful masturbation that made me come over and over again. The men by the bushes were stroking frantically. I could see their movements and hear their breathing. They were totally unaware that we could see them. As I pushed my hand inside my pussy, following Alan’s every order, I could hear one man cry, “Oh God”, as he came on the grass in my yard. The other man seemed mesmerized and as a car drove by on the street in front of our house I caught a glimpse of his face in the headlights. His mouth was open and his eyes were bright as he stared right at me. Our eyes locked for a second.
Just as we saw his face Alan bent me over again. This time he plunged his cock into my ass. I gasped in surprise and then relaxed and pumped back against him. I felt my body give into him as he filled me up with his cum. As Alan cried out in orgasm, the other man gasped and came. Our orgasms lasted for what seemed to be hours, as if we were connected in some way. Alan grabbed my long red hair and pulled my head back so that the man could see my face as we both shuddered the last of our orgasm. My bare breasts were heaving in the breeze, my rock hard nipples felt electrified. Alan turned me around and kissed me long and hard, holding me close to him. When he released me, both of the men were gone.