It was one of those cool spring nights with a light breeze and my wife and I were on the roof of the theater where I worked as a Technical Director. We were surrounded by huge satellite dishes on one side, a billboard on another, and a grotesque 100 foot high tower of red and yellow that looked like a child's drawing of Rapunzel's tower. But there in front of us were the beautiful lights of the city, yellow and shimmering as far as the eyes can see. And on top of us was a clear starry night complete with a huge round moon hovering on top of the nearest tall building across the highway.
We went out for some air as we were earlier reading about half a dozen beautifully written stories whose topics ranged from erotic couplings to lesbian sex and exhibitionism. Of course, such a session would make a normal person more than horny. And though we've been married for 10 years, our sex lives would be rated as above normal. I guess the main reason is that we discovered about halfway through our marriage that we both had a healthy, imaginative and fantasy filled mind, so just at the point where most marriages become routine and dull when it came to love-making, ours suddenly had a boost. While making love, we became more open to each other's wants, talking to each other, asking each other what fantasies were swirling in our minds at that moment, each feeding the other's fantasy until we have a mind-blowing orgasm.
The funny thing is, though we've talked about group sex, and lesbian sex, or public sex, we've actually hadn't done any of them.
So, with our minds filled with erotic adventures that we've just read, we took two chairs, sat down facing each other on that roof and talked about the stories.
"Didn't you just love that story about the two girls having a monologue?" I asked her. "I find being immersed in someone else's mind totally erotic."
My wife replied, "Oh, I like the one inside the train better. It happened to me once." She was talking about the story where the girl was standing inside a packed train and someone she couldn't see was fondling her breasts. Then, a female hand crept up her skirt and played with her pussy until she came.
"Someone made you come inside a train?" I asked in surprise.
"No, but someone fondled my breast. I gave a shout and threw my elbows back. I don't know if I hit the bastard, but I was so angry that I kept on yelling and cursing for a couple of minutes."
We both laughed at that for a while. Then I said, "Let's do that on a train. Let's position ourselves in front of a beautiful lady and I'll caress you from behind."
"Uhmm! If you're good, maybe I'll consider it. We've never done it in public," she said, and then she touched my inner thigh. I was wearing loose shorts and boxers underneath.
"Uh-oh! What is that hand doing?" I asked with a smile, at the same time I leaned over closer to her and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"Nothing that you wouldn't like, darling," and she gave me another long kiss at the end of which her tongue teasingly slipped out into my partly open mouth. That split second of tongue contact made my heart skip a bit and the sensation swept down my whole body and centered on my groin. My penis, which had been partially hard, now gave a little nod and stretched itself slowly up against my thigh, almost as if searching out my wife's hand which was out of reach for now. My right hand had been on her shoulder during the kiss, and it now crept down her back and slowly moved to her side then onto her breast. I had always been impressed by how beautiful her breasts were. At 35 years old, they're still firm and filled my palm perfectly. I could clearly see her dark nipples in my mind as I felt them harden against my hand. Tonight, she was wearing a bra with thin pads that I had just bought a week ago as a present, and through it I could feel her nipple trying to break free. I moved my hand towards the buttons of her shirt so that I can slip it inside her bra and touch that nipple, but she stopped me.
"Don't. Just sit back. Remember, we're just talking," she said with a smile and with her left hand, she gently pushed me back against the chair, but her right hand slipped further inside my shorts until the back of her fingers brushed against my now engorged cock. "What's this? You're wet already!"
After over an hour of erotic reading, I'm more than ready to come by now, and she knew this. She moved her hand further inside, just letting the back of her hand brush against my cock until she reached my pubic hair. She twirled them around a bit, then slowly moved her fingers along the base of my cock onto my balls. I moved my buttocks forward on the seat and her fingers reached the area between my balls and asshole. She then cupped my balls and held them firmly.
