Being Watched Squirting in Paris

I've always enjoyed being watched masturbating, whether with a partner or alone. Knowing I am driving someone to masturbate as well has always excited me and often intensifies my orgasms. Perhaps the fact that I squirt is a surprise to those who have watched me, but I've always enjoy the idea of eyes devouring the sight between my thighs as I pleasure myself. I'm also ever grateful to my husband who allows (and sometimes encourages me) to explore my desires.

To this day, I still find myself showing myself deliciously exciting. I recall an amazing episode while visiting Paris, when my hubby and I visited a porno theater/sex shop in the Pigalle area, where they also had private rooms across the hall from the theater. We watched a film for around 30 minutes and I was getting very turned on as hubby's fingers slid up under my skirt and made their way to my by then very wet pussy.

As we got up to leave, now so ready for carnal pleasures, me thinking we would head strait back to the hotel and fuck each other senseless, we stopped to peer in to one of the small windows that allowed people to watch what was happening in one of the rooms. Noticing it was empty, with a large screen TV playing another porno, we went in and sat on one of the leather sofas and began making out like a couple of teenagers! It wasn't more than 5 minutes later when 2 men walked in and stood there only 10 feet away. Then a couple, then a few more men as hubby pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist, slid my thong down and off over my ankles and, still kissing me, began exploring my pussy as I reflexively spread my thighs wide apart. I looked again a few moments later and there must have now been 10 or 12 people in the room watching us, many of the men stroking their cocks as they watched. The thrill so possessed me that I whispered to hubby to stand on the sofa and feed me his cock as I began to masturbate, and he did so immediately. I worshiped his cock for a while as my fingers pleasured my clit and penetrated my pussy, and then I stopped suddenly so as to give full attention to my self pleasure and to savor the eyes of those there searing in to my pussy like fire. I came, squirting right at them, ON them as they stroked their cocks, which turned me on to no end!

The woman from the couple was stroking her man's throbbing hard cock with her head resting on his shoulder as she watched me as well, and a few of my squirts hit it as she quickened her pace. As I watched them all watching me, they began to cum in big spurts, one after the other! What a mess the floor was by the time we were done! No one ever tried to touch me, they all smiled (some a bit sheepishly which I found endearing) and not a word was said as they left one by one, the only traces of their having been there being the splatter patterns of their lovely spurts of cum on my own puddles on the floor...

The couple was the last, as they both moved closer to us and she dropped to her knees as he continued watching me and sucked his large uncircumcised cock to what had to be a delicious thirst quenching finale as I released what I thought would be my last squirts of pleasure!

But no... He had other ideas in mind.

Still on her knees, with some of his cum slowly running down from the corners of her mouth, he reached down and turned her head toward my spread and soaked black thigh-highs and muttered something in French, at which point she leaned forward and began devouring my inflamed pussy in a most delicious way! I often think that a woman knows exactly what the clitoris needs and adores! It's like licking her own! I held my thighs wide for her as her lips and tongue worshiped my clit while I watched in a near hypnotic trance, releasing squirt after squirts that she either guzzled down or let soak her face and hair. My hubby stroked his cock slowly as he watched (hers watched while whispering approvingly to her in French) and he smiled as our eyes would meet briefly during her delicious oral ministrations. But watching her incredibly skilled and silken tongue perform its tortuous dance of pleasure on my engorged clit had me transfixed, until again I came with my last long forceful squirt that she greedily swallowed! Her hubby muttered something else to her that I didn't understand, and they both smiled with a "Merci!", and they left as well.

The whole thing was so serendipitous, so spontaneous, and oh how erotic in its anonymity!

Needless to say, we both returned to the hotel and made passionate love for two hours before falling, soaked and spent, asleep until the next morning when we enjoyed a delicious breakfast in bed! I'll always remember those croissants as well! :)

My hubby told me something that I won't forget years ago (when explaining why he so enjoyed to cum on my face) in a way that I had not heard or really thought of before, especially with typical porn being what it is. He said something along the lines of "You have to understand that yes we men are perhaps more visual, in the sense that at the moment of our greatest possible physical pleasure we see and watch it occur during our orgasms, and what better way to bring that enjoyment to even a more ecstatic level than to see the beauty of the face we are so attracted to mixed in with the very orgasm we have."

In hindsight, that's probably why I identified with it so much, because I get totally involved and my pleasure is heightened by experiencing the same type of sentiment when I squirt in pleasure, and that the person whose lips, fingers and tongue are gifting me that orgasm feels a need to possess it, to become one with that sublime ecstasy. And even if they're only watching, from near or far, the knowledge that I drive them to masturbate and cum as they watch me is simply delicious!

Carpe Diem!