How a watcher from across the street is invited by my wife to join us and spent the afternoon.
"Someone's watching us."
I was too engrossed to hear her. She was perched above me, on her hands and knees and my face was buried between her legs. My tongue was working on her aroused clit and then sliding between the swollen lips of what she always called her cunny. Her clit was hard and getting harder and aroused. And she was getting wetter and wetter as I used my tongue. My tongue slid between her lips and probe deeper inside her, tasting her arousal, which was such sweet nectar. I tried to extend my tongue deeper inside her seeking to tease her and increase her wetness and arousal. Margaret pushed her sex down on my face, grinding a little and urging me.
Margaret loved oral sex and would quickly get wet and aroused, which she was now. She, in the meantime, had been using her lips and tongue on my cock, sliding her tongue up and down and then taking me in her mouth, sliding her tongue around the head of my cock and teasing the opening from where pre cum was emerging. She's always been a great cock sucker during our more than 25 years of marriage. Indeed, the first night we met at a business get together she had taken my in her mouth when I finally got her alone in a quiet part of the office. I had fucked her as well that night. From then on we were together, marrying a year later.
"I said someone is watching us," she repeated a little louder. This time I heard her.
I'd been so consumed with what I was doing to her that I hadn't realised she'd stopped sucking my cock. That got my attention. My cock was wet and with the air conditioning cooling the room her warmth was gone and a faint chill enveloped it. It was sticking straight up pushing slightly against the side of her face.
My head dropped down onto the bed. "Where?" I asked.
"From across the street."
We were back in one of our twice yearly visits to San Francisco, staying as usual, in one of the small boutique hotels on Sutter Street, a couple of blocks up from Union Square. The hotel was reasonably quiet, very clean, friendly and familiar and the rooms were bigger than most boutique hotels. We're visitors from Australia and she's a well-toned and fit 60 while I'm reasonably fit and a couple years older. We had a daughter back home at a regional university, which allowed Margaret and I to not only get back into travelling as a couple but to rekindle a lot of the active sex life we'd had when we first got together.
It was early summer and the light was streaming through the wide street facing windows and along with the bedside lamps the maid had left on when she'd serviced the room, there were no shadows across the bed. It was a bright and open room and, as Margaret now discovered, more open than usual.
"In the hotel across the street," she said when I had been silent. "Must be the same floor as us. "He's at the window," she added.
Margaret and I (Bill) had been out all morning and, when we came back mid-afternoon after a long and casual lunch where we'd split a bottle of delightful Oregon Pinot Gris, she'd been in a playful and sexy mood, which led us to be spread across the bed in slow and sensual oral sex. It was a perfect way to spend a late afternoon before getting ready to go out to dinner.
"You forgot to close the curtains," I said, laughing. It was a joke between us that when something was wrong or amiss I would be the first to tell her she hadn't done something about it. Her reaction was to slap my leg, with a succinct "Bullshit."
"He's gone," she said, still propped up on her elbows and her mouth disconnected from my hard and still slightly chilly cock. Her voice was slightly concerned.
"You sound disappointed, Margaret," I told her. "I think you like an audience."
At times on our previous trips she had shown how more uninhibited she could be away from home, wearing more revealing clothes, lower cut tops, a tight skirt she'd bought with a slit down one side and heels and black fishnet stockings. My favourite was a short sleeve rugby top, which had a deeper than usual opening in the front. She would leave the buttons undone and with a push up bra would show off her 36" C cup tits. She knew I liked seeing her wearing the top and she always had it with her when we left home. It was usually worn with tight, colourful training bottoms that showed off her tight, rounded ass. In that combination she always a lot of glances, some very obvious, which she wouldn't admit she enjoyed.
More than a few times she would lean over when looking at things in a store when a male employee, usually a mature one, was standing in front of her. I chided her on how she liked to flash her tits at men and she always smiled back, agreeing with me. I did enjoy her exhibitionist streak. But while she flirted with men in different situations and would flash her tits and sometimes stockings tops, the Margaret I'd first met was, for the most part, no longer there. She no longer sought sex with a number of men nor showed them her talent as a cock sucker. She would fantasise and roleplay when we were having sex and I would bring other men into our bed conversations, laced with the explicit language she enjoyed, but she always said that my cock was now enough for her. This was exacerbated when our daughter was born and growing up.
We were never averse to having sex in more open and public places, usually initiated by her. On hikes she would stop and drop her shorts and panties and with a cheeky grin say: "Let's play." That would result in sex on the ground or, on one memorable occasion, her lying legs raised and apart on a huge rock and me thrusting my cock into her so wet cunny. On a beach where we sometimes stayed she would have skimpy shorts without panties and my cum dripping from her cunny, dampening the shorts and sometimes dribbling down her legs. "I'm no prude," she'd tell me when I roleplayed other men "but your cock is enough for this cunny." Many times, I wished she would revert to the old days and enjoy another cock.
"Huh," was all she said to my audience comment about our watcher and resumed sucking, licking and teasing my cock. I lay back enjoying her undoubted expertise, looking up at her swollen lips and protruding clit.
"Don't worry, my sweet," I said to her as she heightened my arousal, "he's a man, and he'll be back."
That she hadn't left the bed to close the curtains stuck in my mind as I felt her mouth and warm breath on my cock. Perhaps she liked being watched. There had always been an exhibitionist streak in her, which always made me horny.
"When he does come back you'll have to put on a show for him," I said, hoping to reinforce my increasing arousal.
"What?"
"Show him how good a cock sucker you really are."
She ignored me and slid her tongue up the side of my cock and licked off the pre cum that smeared the head. I used my tongue on her clit, licking and teasing it and pushing upwards a little so I could use my teeth gently on it. I alternated between my tongue and teeth and could feel her getting more and more aroused. When Margaret gets fully aroused a real hint of being slutty comes to the fore, something that turns me on even more. I'd always had a little bent for slutty women, which Margaret was aware of and when she was hot and horny she got into being slutty.
In less than a minute I heard her say: "He's back."
"Told you. Now you have to put on a show for him."
Margaret said nothing but her movement on my cock increased. She had her audience now and she was playing to him. Her mouth was on and around my cock and her tongue was licking and teasing and sliding up and down my shaft. She was really into it and I had to strain to stop my climax. This was too good to be over quickly. While she worked on my cock, I resumed my attack on her clit and cunny. She was getting wetter and wetter and my tongue was lapping it up. I let my head slip back on to the bed.
"You're loving this, Margaret," I told her, almost panting. "I can tell as your cunny is getting wetter and wetter. You love him watching don't you?"
"Mmmmmm," was all she said, and let my cock slip out of her mouth. Then she added: "It's horny isn't it?"
