Together in a quiet corner booth at our favorite Italian restaurant downtown, we were celebrating our ten year anniversary. She'd had a few more drinks than she normally would, so not only was she dressed to kill in a tight white dress over her tanned swimmer's body, but she was getting a little daring.
"So, how do you feel about trying something a little risqué?" she asked while simultaneously waiving down the waiter for another bottle. "Let's each pick something for the other to do tonight, something daring, maybe even a little extra dirty?"
When it comes to sex, Melody is right into it. We've not left too much to the imagination over the last ten years, but there were still a few things that we had either not gotten around to, not had the opportunity to try, or for some reason or another avoided bringing up.
"You first," I said, and took another haul on my Old Fashioned.
Dinner was over, we were the last couple in the establishment. We had been drinking slowly and picking at desert for almost an hour, unwilling for the night to end.
"Hm," she said, squirming a bit in her seat. "It's something that I've been fantasizing about for a while now."
She took a long sip of her wine, draining the glass, put it down, leaned right in and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, from behind, like a wild man. I want it to be out on our balcony in the dark so we might get seen. I want to be leaning over the railing so it's a little scary, have this dress pulled up around my hips, and down around my waist so my tits are there for any lucky guy to see."
"Wow," I said, taking another long haul of my drink as I considered her fantasy. "That's... really specific. It's dark out, and we're 20 floors up so you might get seen. Maybe, maybe not."
"Oh, my god," she whispered and took a deep breath. "Even saying it is a turn-on. We better be leaving soon."
"Hey," I said, "my turn I suppose?"
Melody uncrossed and crossed her legs again the other way.
"Ok," she said, "lay it on me," and winked.
So as I mentioned, there wasn't a lot in the realm of sex we had left untried, but to me there was one glaring omission in our playbook. She had never let me cum on her face. Not once. Not even by accident. I'd tried to bring it up a few times but she would always change the topic quickly.
Once, when we were on vacation we had pulled up some high-quality porn designed for couples and followed along with the scenes. Melody had poked at the iPad to fast forward through the rather thin plot to get us to the sex and caused us to both break down in a fit of laughter as she tried to copy the moans and dirty talk. I was getting my hopes up as so many scenes end up with the guy pulling out and giving the starlet a facial. I figured this was the night I'd finally see my wife wearing my cum.
Just as any scene was nearing the grand finale, Melody would poke at the iPad to skip along to the next one.
Eventually, she settle on a video where the guy was absolutely hammering the girl from behind. I was following along as Melody watched the guy on-screen slow to a stop, the camera zooming in to show that his cock had started twitching as it poured cum deep into the girl's pussy. Melody's orgasm came on like a freight train and she gasped at me to cum inside her.
I was a little disappointed, but was also close to bursting so with a few more strokes I threw my head back as my body clenched up and I started pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside her.
Melody and I collapsed on our backs on the bed, then she crawled up to put her head on my shoulder. Curled up, she fell asleep in moments while I fumbled for the iPad to pause the video.
As I tried to hit the button to stop the playback one-handed I noticed that it had moved onto the next video which was a quick-cut compilation of facials. I lay there for a while, watching porn stars, girlfriends and wives getting the facials I so badly wanted to give Melody before powering the iPad down and lying awake for a while.
Shaking free of the memory i ventured, "Well, it's something I've wanted to ask you for for a while, actually," as Melody leaned in some more. "I'd really like it if after you have had your fill of being fucked relentlessly by me while leaning over the balcony," I continued as Melody closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, "you would turn around, lower yourself down to my cock and let me cum on your face."
Melody's eyes snapped open. Her body language got pretty defensive as she leaned back up against her seat.
"Oh," she said, reaching for the bottle to fill up her glass again. "You've never asked for that before."
"Are you up for it?" I asked.
The lust must have been smouldering in my face as Melody, wearing a serious expression, looked me dead in the eyes for a moment, downed her full wine glass in one shot and said, "Ok, let's go."
We started making out gently in the back of the cab on the way home, but our intensity started going up a few notches after I pointed to our condo building in the distance and said, "Hm, I can see our balcony from here." Melody moaned softly and nuzzled into my neck, bit my earlobe and whispered, "I can't wait for you to fuck me up there."
The rest of the ride was a blur, and eventually we were in an elevator where her hands went straight for my belt (5th floor). My rock hard cock was straining to get out. She knelt down and freed it from its confines as it jumped straight up, hitting her on her cheek (9th floor). She looked up at me from below, ran the tip of her index finger over the head of my cock, collecting some pre-cum.
"Is this what you want?" Melody purred as she traced a line down her cheek.
Seeing that, I could no longer form coherent words (13th floor). I grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up and spun her around as she pulled up her dress showing off her panties that were essentially just a few threads woven together. I pulled her hips back as she grabbed the brass rail that ran around the entire elevator (15th floor). I grabbed the crotch of her soaked panties, pulled them aside and drove my cock inside her in one smooth thrust.
Melody cried out which probably was heard by everyone on the 17th floor we just past. We fucked like wild animals for the next three floors until the elevator chimed and the doors rolled open. Thankfully, there was nobody there.
Melody hopped off my dick, adjusted her panties with her right hand while she held the door open with her left. I managed to get my cock to agree to bend slightly so I could do my trousers up, but left my shirt untucked and my belt undone.
We staggered, tipsy and horny, down the hall to our condo, reaching the door just as we heard another door open down the hall. I fumbled out our key card and got it up against the reader, at which point the door went click. Melody wrenched on the handle and we both half fell, half stumbled through the opening.
