The premise behind this story is true. When I emailed my wife about what I was watching she suggested I post the experience on literotica. This surprised me as I don't think this is a site she reads. My wife (whom I truly adore) and I are going through an adventure in expanding our love, intimacy, and communication both in and out of the bedroom after being together for almost 20 years. I don't know if she'll read this but if she does I hope she enjoys this story. And I hope this is the first of many to come about our evolution...
--------------------------------------------
I was in Philadelphia, a place I have to go on business several times a year. My work days there go from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. The last meeting is usually over dinner with a variety of people I have worked with for years and who are also close personal friends.
The comfort of such company is a relaxing factor. And this is something I need because I so miss my 2 young children on these trips. Moreover, I miss my wife. Being able to see her, be near her, touch her, kiss her...take in her scent. I so love how she smells and tastes. Just being near her sex makes my blood boil and my mind roar. My only complaint is I don't get to "boil and roar" more often.
When I arrived at the hotel I was assigned a room on the first floor with a balcony, which usually works for me as I have habitualized myself to writing out of doors at night. It doesn't matter if it is 10 degrees outside at 2 a.m. On a porch, for whatever reason, I am most comfortable and my writing tends to tear in this perceived reclusion; regardless of environmental conditions.
To my dismay, however, the noise from the street in the busy downtown area made my head pound. A few weeks short of summer there was a lot of vacancy. I requested another room away from the street and the hotel was happy to oblige.
After the first evening's events I arrived at my new room on the 14th floor. The room was basically the same as the first except the view and noise. Being situated in the middle of two blocks over an alley, the sounds of the city were no longer at brain damaging decibel levels. They were still full, but comforting, dampened by the narrow alleyway and being over 150 feet off street level.
The view, on the other hand, was less desirable. There was another hotel directly adjacent, maybe 12 feet away. But that hotel seemed vacant as well, not a single light on. All I cared about was a little privacy and comfort. At 70 degrees, seemingly total seclusion, with the sounds of the city at a pacifying level -- it was a perfect perch to write some erotica involving my hot wife.
And writing, up until this particular day, comprised the majority of my sexual evolution with my wife. She has endured a lot of trauma leaving her not just scared, but zipped up in regard to expanding into intimacy and sexuality outside of the privacy and typicality of our bedroom maneuvers. Don't get me wrong, our "average" sex is far better than any sex I've had before. And I've not only been around the block, I've constructed a few of my own.
But what can I say? I'm passionate. I'm creative. And I'm so in love -- maybe even obsessed with my wife, I cannot stop my brain from reeling into profound and complex fantasies involving this woman I adore more than anything. So, since she has struggles in communicating about such things...I write and keep it to myself, hoping one day we can both share more.
And just as I am settling in, now almost 10 p.m., a light comes on in the room directly across the alleyway from mine. Quite a coincidence, as no other room in the adjacent hotel seems to be occupied.
At first I took no notice. There was no reason to, all the lights in my room were off and my computer was on power saver mode so the screen only illuminated about a 2 foot area. I certainly couldn't be bothering anyone.
So I began writing a story about my wife pleasuring herself in front of me, not letting me touch her, only allowing me the opportunity to manipulate myself as I was forced to watch her coddle her loins with toys rubbing against and exposing her perfect little pussy - when I was distracted by something swaying across the way.
When I looked up I was astonished. There was a woman in the room across...completely undressed, and gyrating. While I was disgruntled I had missed how she arrived at this state, things with her were moving fast so I didn't have much time to think about what I had missed. Judging from her movements she was listening to something of slow tempo, but also something deeply arousing, like Barry White.
While I couldn't help but notice her hands' slow caress against her breasts, neck and belly as she swooned, there was something even more captivating to me. This woman looked like my wife. Not the spitting image, but she was short and well proportioned. She had large breasts with large areola and stiff nipples just like my sweet Mariah. She was also curvy as my bride, but with a little more paunch, wider and weightier below her torso. She appeared to be about 10 years younger than Mariah's actual age, but since Mariah looks 10 years younger than she is, around 30, this appearance was also a close match.
As the young woman danced she turned in circles and made closer to the floor to ceiling glass door at her balcony. I lowered my computer screen leaving me in darkness except for the diluted light cast from her room. She leaned forward placing her left arm against the glass door. Then she leaned more resting her forehead against her forearm perpendicular across the glass. Now, not being able to see her face, just her female form, swaying left to right against the door, a strange transformation occurred in my mind.
I saw there, as the uninvited voyeur, my wife. That was my delicious wife erotically swaying within a heavy stone's throw in front of me. And she had no idea I could see her. My cock started to twitch and...RING. RING. RING.
I pressed my hand down on my crotch and picked up the cell as fast as I could, not knowing whether the girl across the alley could hear it through the glass.
"This is Max" I said. There was a pause.
Then I heard, "Baby, can't you see it is me calling?" It was Mariah.
Oh shit, I hadn't even looked at the phone, just answered as fast as I could. "Oh, Hi honey," I stammered trying to regain my composure, "I was working on something and didn't look at the phone."
"What were you working on?" she asked,
Not knowing exactly what to say there was silence.
"You seem distracted honey. What is going on?" Mariah questioned.
I hate it when she questions me when I'm writing about sex and intimacy. We have never been in a situation where she was comfortable with me honestly sharing what I was working on -- that is to say -- what I was thinking about.
I like to say I'm creative. My guess is she is more of the opinion that I'm a freak. And tonight, I almost felt this woman in the other room a savior when posed with the question. After all, it WAS what was going on, it wasn't my doing, and I wasn't pulling the strings.
"Well, I was starting to write something and then this woman showed up in a room across from mine. And I don't know how to tell you this but she is naked and, um...dancing."
Another long pause - this time from her end.
"Did I lose you?" I asked into the phone.
"Well, what does she look like?" asked Mariah ignoring my question.
"She is about your height with large breasts and large nipples, like yours." As I said this, the woman across the alley moved her right hand lower, across her belly, between her legs.
"She is a little bit chunky, not slender like you, but, ahem..." my voice trailed off.
I could see the woman slowly stroking her folds with her fingers. Her breasts were pressed against the glass now, which must have been chilly as her nipples were erect, extending upwards at least an inch. She rubbed her chest up and down against the glass in slow motion with the sliding of her fingers between her vulva, which appeared engorged even from this distance. I was stuck, still seeing my beautiful wife in this motion, watching in silence.
I have no idea how long had passed before Mariah chimed back in, "Honey, what is it that you are looking at?"
I took a deep breath. I learned years ago that no matter how confrontational the subject, it is better to just tell my wife the truth. Whatever her reaction, at least I can take solace in the fact that I haven't lied and I have tried to be true to myself.
"Babe, I'm not sure you want to hear about this, you are leaning against the window with the lights on, and rubbing your slit with your hand."
"What do you mean, I AM rubbing myself?" She asked in an unusually hushed voice.
"I'm sorry, I mean, she is. It's just the way she looks it is easy to overlay you and...I mean, fuck, sorry. I just..." And then I gasped.
The woman across the way dropped to her knees and began humping the thumb side of her right wrist and forearm, sliding her slit and clit slowly and then rapidly back and forth in a sawing motion. Her head was thrown back, her hair waving with her motions, her big tits heaving up and down with each slide over her arm, her nipples extended and jutting toward the ceiling, alternately being pinched hard by her available hand. Her mouth was open and it was clear she was taking quick shallow breaths.
Suddenly there was a shock of impatience on the line, "Max, tell me RIGHT NOW - WHAT AM I DOING?"
I explained the sight in my mind of my incredible and gorgeous wife pleasuring herself in this way -thinking no one can see. As I did so, the woman across the way became more engrossed. She reached to the side and produced two toys, both penis shaped. At this point I was in play calling mode explaining step by step what was happening.
Once I relayed her pulling out the toys I received quite another shock. Mariah said in a curt tone, "Max, take out your cock."
I was so stunned I stopped looking at the woman and couldn't speak. I started to say I was outside, someone could see...when Mariah repeated,
"Max, take out your big cock and watch me play. Tell me how I am pleasuring myself for you."
What can I say, Mariah had never done anything like this before and at this point in my arousal it was impossible to resist. Pulling my erection from my pants I looked back across the street and told my wife what I saw...what I was watching MARIAH doing.
"You are inserting a small vibrator into your pussy while sucking on a large realistic looking dildo." I almost expected for Mariah to hang up on me at this point.
