Sometimes when Liz and I were enjoying a long penetrating sex episode (fucking our brains out), one of us would occasionally have a difficult time attaining a decent orgasm. On those occasions, I would be requested to verbalize some sexual scenario into my sexy, erotic wife's ear, thereby turning her on. (Talk dirty to me) So it was, a few nights later as she was mounting my cock, riding me on top, facing me (my favorite position as I can see and play with her tits and clit), and she asked for me to come up with a story, of a personal nature, to excite her and cause her to orgasm, out of control, and to consequently cause my cock to shoot its load deep into her pussy.
I remembered Dan's request to me and remembered that Liz, especially, loved to be an exhibitionist, often showing more flesh than she should be showing and enjoying the lust filled stares and smiles of those she chose to tempt. I began telling her of an admirer who had been teased by her unintended flashes of skin and occasional sneaked looks up her clothing and was turned on by what he occasioned to see. She picked up the pace of her riding my cock as I mentioned that I had also somewhat enflamed the voyeur as I have let the person see some of our videos and had had a mutual masturbation session with this person, while we enjoyed this viewing of our romantic performances. She slowed her gyrations, looked down at me and asked whom I might have allowed into our private world of exhibitionism. I told her that this male was an admirer of her body, had sneaked looks at her as she often appeared clad ONLY in a night shirt, and was appreciative of the quick flashes of tits, ass and bare pussy which she sometimes afforded him. She stopped all motion on my still stiff cock, looked around the bedroom, returning her gaze to me and said,
"You don't mean our son, Marc, do you?"
"No, my love, not our son, just someone who might have had the same opportunities to view your treasures as he might have."
She resumed her ministrations to my cock, slowly moving in circles on it and occasionally moving up and down on it as she thought about who might have been in the basement when she had appeared so scantily clad. Was it Pat? No, too shy. Was it Kevin? No also too shy. Might it be one of the girls Marc would bring home from school? No, why would they be interested in a 40 year old mother. Then it hit her.
"You mean Daniel? That little shit, Daniel wants to see me naked? Oh, that's right he already has seen me naked... Then what does he want?"
"He requests seeing you and I, live, making mad passionate love, from teasing through foreplay, to the act itself. He wants to watch you and I FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT, as exhibitionists."
"You mean like being in the room with us at the same time?"
"No, I mean like watching us from a distance, like when we are out on the deck, fucking, and he can hide on the other side of the fence and watch."
(I dared not tell her that Dan would be watching from the deck and enjoying us through the glass doors). She continued her vertical movements on my cock and looked down at me, again, saying,