April 2021 (continued)

Welcome to the Naked City

Andy G. considers himself "a regular guy," but something happened to disrupt his work routine… and marriage. After some coaxing we got him to tell his story, and what a hot one it is.

-- The Editors

I'm what you used to call the cable guy, but now I run around town setting up building-wide wifi and internet services for the cable company. The job takes me to different homes and offices throughout the city. I've had my fair share of propositions from bored housewives, and even some gay dudes, but I'm happily married and that keeps me from screwing around. Still, on occasion, I found myself wishing I could inject some special kind of excitement into the ongoing monogamy my wife and I have.

Then, one day, I was sent to a high-rise in midtown Manhattan to do a complicated job of installing some systems for a fancy apartment tower. The building manager let me in and left me on my own. I did about three hours work and opened my lunch box for a break. I sat in an easy chair by one of the windows and as I was starting to eat I glanced out to the windows across the way.

What I saw almost made me choke on my sandwich. I was looking into a large bedroom where a tall, blonde, naked woman sprawled on her double bed. She was on her stomach, ass raised in the air, and looking back over one shoulder at someone or something behind her that I couldn't see from my vantage point. One of her hands came up from between her thighs and spread her pussy open, while the other snaked over her buttocks and stroked the space between her ass cheeks.

For a few minutes I thought she was just masturbating -- if what was going through my mind could be called thinking. I sat there frozen, sandwich in hand, my cock burning a hole in the front of my pants and my brain sizzling with images of what I would do if I were in the room with her instead of being thirty feet away across a twenty-five story drop. I could almost smell her arousal and hear her moans in my imagination as I fantasized how she'd feel pushed up against me, that delicious ass pressing into my thighs with my thick erection parked inside in her.

Then, to my surprise, I saw another figure come into the picture. It was a man. He too was naked and walked up to the edge of the bed. I realized he'd been there all along and that it was to him that she was showing herself. "Lucky guy," I thought and found myself envying him. It wasn't so much that I would have liked the blonde, but that I suddenly became aware that Jennifer, my wife, had never exhibited herself to me in that way.

The man now knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, his face just inches from the blonde's butt. He reached out and put his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks, and put his mouth into the shadowed crack, beginning to lick and rim. As I watched, I superimposed a picture of me doing that with Jennifer.

By now my cock was throbbing painfully and I had to open my fly. My erection sprang out, red-tipped and aching, but with no one to screw. The woman across the way was now cupping her breasts in her hands and pinching her erect nipples while the man behind her dug his face deeply into that sex cave between her toned buttocks.

It was ironic that the real people I was watching were as distant from me as the fantasy I had of Jennifer standing, tall and provocative, like a stripper on stage, lifting one leg so that the pink of her puss would peek out from behind pursed lips and trimmed pubic hair.

My hand automatically went down and grasped my pulsing boner. Across the way the man was now on his knees and reaching forward to grab a handful of blonde hair in order to guide the woman's mouth toward his dick. He brought it to her lips and was slowly slipping it in her mouth, while her eyes went wide and her tongue curled around his shaft, licking him even as she sucked.

Then she went completely down her belly, her head still supported by his hand holding her hair. As I stroked myself I looked down into the opening of her sex, watching her asshole throb and pussy moisten as she flung her mouth on his cock with abandon.

My excitement grew and I got out of my chair and stood close to the window, all the while milking my Johnson into its thickest thickness ever. I was close to coming and so was the man across the way. His rhythm got faster and his cock flew in and out of her mouth like a piston. She reached one hand beneath her and cupped her crotch, slipping two fingers inside and massaging her clit with her thumb.

I was dizzy with pleasure. Not only was the sensation building in my cock, but here was the visual thrill of watching the couple across the way, and on top of that the image of Jennifer in my mind. A few minutes later all thoughts and images got blown away because the man bucked and blew his sperm into the woman's mouth as she convulsed with her own squirting orgasms, and I sent an arc of come splashing against the window.

Wow. I collapsed and sat down hard, suddenly remembering that I was in a strange apartment. It took me a few minutes to get myself together, cleaning the window and straightening my clothes, and then finishing the job I was supposed to be doing there. The people across the way disappeared, probably to take a shower. A couple of hours later I packed up and went home.

That night I told Jennifer what I'd seen and done and my feelings about it and to my delight the description turned her on. "If you ever get another peep show," she said, "give me a call." What a gal. For the next few weeks I went to work each day hoping for the right assignment, but I didn't get lucky until almost a month later when I got a night job in an office building. From there, in an apartment across the way, many stories above the street, I saw two women who were settling in for what promised to be a very cozy evening. I called Jennifer and told her to come right over. That woman of mine was there in twenty minutes.

We turned out all the lights in the office and got as close to the window as we could. The women were obviously lovers. One, a tall, slim redhead, wore a black negligee while the other, a short, curvy brunette, wore shorts only, her full, high breasts fully exposed. "I've never had sex with a woman," Jennifer said. "I hope they do it. It's so exciting."

She got her wish. The redhead stood up from the couch and started dancing, hips swaying enticingly, while her companion leaned back onto the pillows, one leg raised and slanted to the side, showing off the pubic bulge between her thighs. The tall woman's dancing became slower and more sinuous, and soon she was moving forward, and then falling to her knees, finally bringing her hands to the zipper of her lover's shorts.

Aside from some pornos, I'd never seen two real, live women make love in their apartment and the sight inflamed me. I slipped one hand down over Jennifer's ass and squeezed the soft globes through the fabric of her jeans and whispered, "Take them off. That redhead isn't the only one who wants some pussy…"

Jennifer slipped her pants and shirt off, then unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs. I sat in one of the Eames chairs that I imagined belonged to some executive and asked Jennifer to kneel on the floor in front of me, parallel to the window so both of us could look sideways to see what the two women were doing. I leaned back in the chair and felt like a king.

In the distance the redhead had pulled her lover's shorts off and was pressing her full lips and quivering tongue against the wet pink opening of her girlfriend's pussy, kissing and licking the moist tender folds and sucking the juices, while the woman on the couch cupped her breasts in her hands and caressed her thick nipples. A few feet in front of me, Jennifer knelt with her ass in the air and her thighs spread wide, her wicked mouth on my cock, her eyes looking in the same direction as mine.

In the room across the way the action was also heating up. The brunette sat up and shifted position. The move made her vadge recede deeper between her thighs and the redhead's mouth had to root even more deeply to get at the pussy she was so hungry for. The brunette then began slapping her girlfriend's ass, slowly at first, and then with increasing force, until she was flailing away wildly, her own legs parting wider, letting her lover dig into her with total abandon.

Jennifer slipped one hand between her own thighs and caressed herself. Her finger began their practiced dance over her labia and into them, probing, pushing, stroking. I saw the juices begin to flow and could detect the scent of her raw animal excitement as she let out little moans and rotated her ass from side to side, all the while her lips stretched around the base of my cock as she sucked me voraciously. I think she even squirted a little.

For a long time the four of us swam in pleasure, the only difference being that the women across the way didn't know they were part of our scene. Then I couldn't remain passive any longer and pushed myself out of the chair and knelt behind Jennifer. I leaned forward and brought the tip of my rod to her wet and parted thighs, and then slid into her in a single thrust, making her react so loudly I wondered whether the cleaning ladies or security guards in the building could hear her.

It didn't matter. As the two women across the way soared into the sweep of their own ecstasy, I felt the walls of Jennifer's box tighten. Her climax built as my cock reached its limit of sensation, and we came together. Her G-spot spasms shook her entire body as I splashed hot sauce into her clenching cleft.

Jennifer and I have relived that night many times and have added other memories of scenes we've witnessed. Indulging our new-found taste for voyeurism isn't something we do too often, but when an opportunity arises we like to take advantage of it. It's like having sex with others while remaining completely faithful to one another.

-- Andy G., Brooklyn, NY