1 comments/ 13977 views/ 4 favorites Our Anniversary and He's Not Home Ch. 01 By: Reader_to_Writer Part One: Summer looks back. Yep. It's that one day special day and he is out of town. Happy anniversary to me. Ok, I knew he had this trip planned, but it's still a bummer. I've already decided to go into the next town for dinner, by myself, to celebrate: No girlfriends, no work mates, just me. Dress up a little, do some window shopping, have a couple drinks, enjoy my night. My name's Summer and I've been married to Jon for 23 years. We are both in our mid 40's, and we really do love each other. He works as a consultant in IT and I have been selling homes for the past 12 years. We live in a nice home, have our fair share of nice stuff, enjoy our time at home and when we go out. We try to stay in shape, though like everybody else, that shape keeps moving around. I'm 5'9", and at the moment, a brunette. I have brown eyes and my friends say I have a cute face. My boobs aren't a capital "P" perky anymore, but when I look at them in the mirror, they still have that upturn shape, are firm, and have a nice tear-drop shape. My nipples are pretty big and run on the sensitive side - they're always popping up unexpectedly (though I secretly do find the attention exciting. More about that later). As for the rest of me, my hips are a little wider that they used to be, I keep my bush trimmed tight, and I work hard to keep my butt in good shape. That never hurts when you're showing a house in a skirt! As for Jon, he's 6'3", brown hair, though there's less than when we got married. He has hazel eyes that run green, which I love! He has a sexy hairy chest, is fairly fit, but is carrying a little more around the middle these days. When he's ready to go in the bedroom, he's about 7" long, but very thick, which I really like. As I mentioned my nipples are sensitive. They respond quickly when my mind wanders to exciting thoughts, or even when the AC at work kicks in high. If I'm wearing one of my prettier bras that isn't as thick in the cups, just the motion of the shirt or sweater over them will make them hard and drive me crazy. So much so that I admit to getting off at my desk and in the restroom several times. The attention I get when the "high-beams" are on used to embarrass me, but I have come to enjoy looks and the "I'm-not-staring-at-you-your-nipples" stares, from both the men and women at the office, showings, business mixers, the grocery store, or wherever. I guess that's my secret exhibitionist desires coming out. Here's the latest example of that: I was having an open house two weeks ago. There had been a fair amount of traffic through the house and I was happy with the interest and the leads I was getting. Towards the end of the day, another Realtor came by with her clients, an attractive couple looking for a move-up place. I introduced myself, gave them my little overview of the property, and gave them time and space to go explore with their agent. As they walked past me a short time later, I noticed both the husband and wife looking at my chest. I knew what they were looking at, gave them a smile, and blushed a little. Of course, all the attention caused them to get a little harder. A few minutes later the wife came back, asking if she could get a drink of water. I got her a glass and filled it up for her. As she was drinking her eyes were shifting from my eyes to my nipples. I just casually kept he gaze until she finished. I made some small talk about what they were looking for in a house, and she gave me a quick answer. Then she stopped and said, "Summer, pardon me, but I have to ask, where did you get that top?" This gave her the great excuse to give me a not so subtle looking over, though her eyes stayed on my breasts and nipples longer than normal. "Oh, I found this at Nordstrom Rack last week. It was the perfect color for these shoes, I have jewelry that goes great with it, and I love the way it feels on me," was the answer I gave her. "Well, it looks great on you," she said with a wink as she walked back down the hall and outside to catch up with her husband and their agent. Jon was a very lucky man when I got home because I was so horny that when I found him sitting on the couch watching TV, I just leaned in with a juicy, passionate kiss, stood up, told him to get naked, stripped off my clothes, and rode him hard right there-raw, animalistic, and so damn hot! We had an episode that was similar about a year ago when we went out for dinner. We hadn't gone out for a fun date-night type of evening for a while, so we dressed up and went to one of our favorite restaurants. We got a nice booth with a great view of most of the dining room, but more importantly, the big picture windows overlooking the bay. The sun had just gone down, so they had adjusted the lights down a bit in the dining room. We had enjoyed a couple drinks before we were sat and we were having fun playing a little grab-ass under the table. Jon looked over at my low cut top and said, "If you're not careful, you may flash those people over there," he said, laughing, pointing to a table near us. I had decided on a sexy, low-cut dress for tonight. When I looked down, I saw that I was showing quite a bit of boob bulge. My nipples were already hard from the games under the table and his comment, instead of adding caution to my actions, emboldened me. "That table of there?", I asked. He smiled, nodded, and began looking back at the drink menu. Taking a quick look around me, I reached my right hand into my top, grabbed my left boob, pulled the top back with my left hand, and pulled that thing right out. "You mean something like this, Jon?" Saying his name made him look at me, then his eyes went directly down to see my breast hanging out of my top, my nipple stone hard. A devious smile came over his face and he leaned in to kiss my cheek and his hand went to that nipple and gave it a pinch. "You're such a slut," he whispered into my ear as he pulled his hand back. "All yours, Honey," I told him. I kept looking around the area to make sure I wasn't going to get in trouble, but kept it out. I picked up the dinner menu and placed it in front of me so it was hidden from most lines of sight. But Jon kept looking at me. I was getting so excited doing this in public! I had never really flashed like this before and I was scared, but getting so horny. I reached down with my hand and began rubbing and squeezing Jon's dick through his pants. He started rubbing up my legs, pushing my skirt up, and lightly rubbing my puss over my panties. I was getting soaked. We both kept pretending to read the menu when Jon said, "Waitress." So I tucked myself back in just in time to be greeted by Beth, who would be happy to serve us tonight. In my state at the moment, that thought made me smile. She told us the specials and we decided to order a bottle of wine. As she left to get that for us, I leaned over to Jon. Kissed him full on for a few moments and excused myself to go use the restroom. In the Ladies room, I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. My lipstick was a bit smudged, but the smile on my face made it ok. My boob was kind of wonky in my top and I had to adjust that. I went into the stall and when I pulled down my panties, I was amazing at how wet I really was. I made a decision right there to surprise Jon, and just take the damn things off, not before running a finger over my extremely wet pussy. I cleaned myself up, left the stall, and fixed my face and ran a brush through my hair. I almost put my panties into my purse, but decided to blow Jon away. I wadded them into my palm, and walked back to the table, my rock-hard nips leading the way. I slid back in beside Jon and told him to hold out his hand. He looked at me, puzzled, at my hand, then back at me. He help his open palm up and I dropped my wet panties right into his hand. "Damn, woman!" he said, raising his hand to his face. While looking me in the eyes, he inhaled deeply. "Hot, wet, and so damn sexy," was all he said. We were brought back to reality when Beth showed up with our wine. She was smiling, I was flushed, and Jon had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. She did a double take with her eyes as she noticed my nipples. After Jon Ok'd the wine and she poured our glasses, she asked if we were ready to order. Personally, I was ready to order a double stack of my man right there, but decided on the Prime Rib. I closed my menu and looked over to Jon. "What did you decide on, dear," I asked him in a toying way. What he did next almost made me cum right there. He closed his menu, looked at me, smiled, turned the hand holding my wet panties towards the table top. He opened his hand and let my panties fall to the table. My face flushed red. He looked at Beth, who was looking at the panties on the table, mouth open, and told her, "Ok, Beth, here's what I'd like tonight. I'm looking for something tender, amazingly good, pink and juicy. What would you suggest?" Beth, who couldn't have been over 25, was obviously in a bit a shock, seeing my panties wadded up on the table top, my nipples about to rip holes in my top. She recovered fairly well saying, "Um, I'd recommend, uh, either the filet or the Prime Rib. If you're looking for tender, pink and juicy, I'd go with the filet." And with that, she let out of deep breath, like it was difficult for her to have put all that together for him with all her mind was processing. "Sold!" was all he said, handing her his menu. "Is there anything else I can get you two right now?" she asked as she began to turn away. Jon looked straight at her, picked up my panties again, took another deep breath, and shook his head, with a smile. Poor Beth hurried away with our dinner orders. "How could you do that to that poor girl?" was all I could say, as I started giggling. It wasn't really funny, but the anxiety mixed with the thrill must be getting to me. Jon just dropped the panties on the seat next to me, slid his hand back under the table and back up my thigh and said, "I'll tip her well," with a smile. He didn't have to ask as I scooted back in the booth, spread my legs wide open for him and he began to dip his finger into my pussy and rub my clit. He wasn't being aggressive, but it was revving me up big time. He moved closer to me and began speaking softly to me. "Look at all these people in here tonight. Any one of them could look over right now and see me fingering this pussy of yours. And you just spread your legs wide open for them. You are being a slut tonight aren't you?" he said as he pinched my clit between his fingers. "Does it excite you to show yourself like this? Huh? Legs open, pussy dripping on the seat, my fingers deep inside of you? You want them to see, don't you?" "Oh God Jon! This is making so horny! I can't believe how hot this is making me. Knowing that I am so exposed like this is driving me crazy. I'm going to cum soon if you don't stop that," I told him, and it was true. Just then I saw that the bus-boy was coming our way to refill our water. "Stop it now!" I said to Jon and tried to push his hand away. Instead of removing his hand when the bus-boy came to our table and began to fill our glasses, Jon started rubbing my clit more forcefully. I knew now that he was going to make me cum right here. He decided to engage the poor guy in some conversation about something. I was concentrating so hard not to begin moaning or screaming that I had no idea what they were talking about. I was so close, my body beginning that familiar burn and pressure down below. I picked up my water, and that's when I heard Jon say something about the air conditioning and how it was making me cold. "Look what it's doing to her," he said to the guy. That was it. The clit rubbing was getting me there too quickly, but when that guy looked right over to my nipples and stared at then, it put be over the edge. I began to cum, hard. I feigned a little coughing fit to cover the orgasm ripping through my body. I almost dropped my water glass, but was able to put it down and grip the table. The bus-boy asked if I was ok. I nodded and rode the larger waves as best as I could. I can't remember having an orgasm that intense before. Jon brought that hand that he was fingering me with up and began to pat my back. "She'll be fine, thank you," he told the startled water boy, as he left, promising to check on the air conditioning. I was still enjoying the feeling that was washing over my body, trembling a bit, eyes closed, breathing deeply, a smile on my face. A couple moments later I opened my eyes and saw Jon sipping his wine, looking at me with a look of joy and accomplishment on his face. "Welcome back," he said, as he handed me my wine glass, touching it to his, and toasting me. I gulped the entire thing down. "Oh my God Jon! I can't believe you did that to me in here. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I think I'm still cumming." I reached down to feel my slit and was shocked how I was and how much flow was created when I came. I was sitting in a puddle of my own cum! Good thing I was wearing a dark colored dress. I pulled my skirt up, grabbed my napkin, and put it under my bottom, hoping it would soak up some of the mess I had made. When I looked back up, Jon was just grinning at me, refilled my glass and I drank it down again, just as Beth was bringing our dinner. "Is there anything else I can get for you guys?" she asked before heading off to her other tables. "I think Summer needs another napkin," Jon told her in all seriousness. She said she'd be right back with it and bounced off. We each took that opportunity to cut into our dinners, which was very good, though I wasn't very hungry any more. I was cutting another piece of my steak when Jon worked his hand back in between my thighs and slid his finger deep into my still wet pussy. Of course, that's when Beth came back with the napkin and asked how everything was. Jon sat back, still pumping his finger deep inside me, put his fork down and told Beth, "Beth, this is exactly what I wanted tonight. This is just great," he said looking down at his plate the back up at her, "Cooked perfectly, and," looking her straight in the eye, pulling his hand up out of my crotch, putting his finger into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling it out with a pop, "hot, pink, and juicy. Thank you." "Um, uh, you're welcome. I'm glad it was what you wanted," she stammered, blushing, slightly stunned. "Let me know if there's anything else I can get you." She turned and strode off quickly. The rest of the dinner was uneventful compared to the first part. Beth brought our bill. We finished the wine. I composed myself and my clothes, and we left without looking back. "I hope you at least tipped her well," I asked Jon on the way home . "Double," he said. "What did you do with my panties?" I asked him. "Left them for Beth under the receipt," he said with a smile. "Did you have fun tonight Summer? I thought the boob flash was hot, but when you dropped those into my hand, it made me a little crazy." "You liked that, huh? I did too. I think I awakened something new in me," I told him. I thought for a moment, rolled down the window to get some fresh air, leaned my seat back a bit, reached down and pulled both of my breasts out of my top. "Something like this, Jon?" "Just like that," he said smiling, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "You are one hot, sexy lady, Summer. I love you." The drive home seemed to take forever because we were both so horny and wound up, but we made it safe. We wasted no time when we got home: dropped our stuff at the door, grabbed each other, stumbled over our clothes as we shed them getting to our room, and then had sex like a couple of teenagers. Our Anniversary and He's Not Home Ch. 02 This is part 2 of Summer's Anniversary story. In part 1, she was remembering the beginnings of the excitement and pleasure of her exhibitionist desires. Reading the 1st part will help get you caught up. Thank you for the comments! Enjoy. ****************************************** Remembering those stories of the house showing and that crazy, exciting dinner with Jon made it hard for me to concentrate on my shower and getting ready to go to dinner. A big part of me just wanted to hop on the bed, grab my rabbit, and get'er done! But I was a good girl, and hopped in the shower. While I did pay a bit more attention to my boobs and made sure I was really clean "down there," I made it a point to not make this the epic part of my night. I dried off and picked out my outfit for the evening. I didn't want to go slutty, because I wasn't interested in fighting off advances all night. I did want to look good though, but more importantly, I wanted to feel good - feeling pretty as well as looking it. So, I picked a very sexy black thong (the better to show off my butt) and a thin, lacy bra that, while not giving the girls a ton of support, kept them high and tight and gave me some great cleavage. Then, I chose a silky black scoop-back dress that had a nice neckline, but hung down to almost my butt crack. When I looked in the mirror, I loved the way the material draped off my boobs and showed off my butt. I chose a pair of diamond earrings, a pair of black booties with 2" heels, and a sheer cover-up to complete the look. We live in Southern California, not too far from the coast. I wanted to be down by the water, so I made my way down to a food/drink area that was historic but had a lot of new, hip restaurants, bars, hotels, and clubs. Jon and I come down here on a regular basis. As I was walking around I passed the place where we had that dinner last year where he made me cum in my seat while the bus-boy was there. I still giggle when I wonder what Beth thought when she came back for the check and found my panties under the bill. I wonder if she kept them? I considered going in to see if she was working and see if she remembered me, but decided I better not. I ended up at a restaurant Jon and I enjoyed . Even if he wasn't here with me I could still go and enjoy a couple drinks and the food was good. Besides if I had too much, I could just go get a room and sleep it off. The restaurant was in one of the big chain hotels down close to the convention center. The towers of the hotel curved around the pool and resort-type bar in the center. The restaurant and lounge overlooked the pool area but had a great view of the marina and the bay beyond. I found a nice corner seat at the bar and ordered a Manhattan. Yeah, I know. Not really a girly kind of drink, but I enjoy good bourbon, and they make them good here. While I was sipping my drink, I slowly looked around the bar and to the seats near the windows. The crowd was kind of light, but it still wasn't the weekend, so understandable. There were several groups of people with lanyards and bags from one of the conventions in town. A few people at the bar, both men and women, made eye contact, smiled, and I had a couple quick, casual conversations that centered around their lanyards, where are you from, what are you doing here on your anniversary etc. No offers to be my date for the night, but that's ok. I was just sucking the cherry from the bottom of my drink off its stem when one of the waitresses brought me another drink. She must have been reading my mind, but I was surprised that it wasn't the bartender that came over and asked me if I wanted another round. "Thanks," I said. "But how did you know I was thinking about getting another one?" She smiled and told me, "I'm good, but not that good. This is from that gentleman sitting over there," and she motioned toward a good looking man sitting alone at a table near the window. He raised his glass in a toast and I did the same. "He also wanted me to ask if you'd like to join him to enjoy your drink." "Oh, he did huh? Well thank you," I told her, as she walked off to work her other tables. I looked up again and saw him still looking at me and giving me a "Well do you say?" look that made me laugh out loud. I paid the bartender for my drink, grabbed my purse, and made my way over to his table. He stood up as I came near, and offered me a seat. "Good evening," he said. "I can't stand to see a beautiful woman drinking alone, so I'm glad you decided to come join me. I'm Joseph, but you can call me Joe," he said, as he held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Joe," I told him, as we shook hands and sat down. "I'm Summer," and I held up my left hand and wiggled my fingers at him, saying, "I'm married, you know Joe." "He's a very lucky man then." "Oh, and he knows it too," I said with a laugh. "I bet he does!" said Joe. "Then why are you here alone tonight, having drinks with a strange man?" "Well, first of you, you shouldn't put yourself down like that, Joe," I started, breaking the tension. I then told him how Jon was out of town on business and that I told him I was going out anyway to celebrate. Joe had a very calming and friendly air about him. He kept eye contact with me throughout of conversation and put me at ease. I found out that he too was married and was in town for a corporate meeting. We finished our drinks and ordered some appetizers. "Let me get us a bottle of wine and a little something to eat," Joe said. "It doesn't seem like either of us have anywhere to get to tonight, so why not?" I agreed and continued to relax. As we ate and sipped most of the wine. I was looking out the window at the pool area below us, the torches around the pool, and the lights on the bay from the boats. "Wow!", said Joe, all of a sudden, looking down towards the spa, which was right below our window. When I looked down I immediately knew what caught his attention. Down below our full length window, was the hotel's hot tub. It was dark, but there was enough light for us to clearly see three 20-something girls, all gorgeous, with amazing racks. They all had plastic cups, of what I'm sure were not their first drinks of the night. One of the girls was standing up laughing, when one of her friends undid the top to her suit, whipped it off, and threw it out of the spa. They were all giggling and splashing, until they started groping each other and kissing. Quite a site until more people came around the corner and began to get in with them. They had to scramble to retrieve the tossed top and get themselves put back together, and hurriedly wrapped themselves in towels and scampered off. "If we can see them that well, I wonder if they could see us. Not that we're doing anything we shouldn't, that is," Joe commented. That thought made me squeeze my thighs together and then slowly open them towards the window as wide as I could go, without being too oblivious. It gave my parts a little tingle think they might be able to see my little thong if they took the time to look. "Earth to Summer!" Joe was saying, shaking me out of my erotic daze. "I was asking you if you wanted another drink?" "Oh, I don't think so. I'm feeling pretty good as it is and it's getting kind of late and I'll have to start thinking about heading home soon." Joe suggested a walk around the lobby or the pool. I agreed that sounded good. As we left the bar and started walking through the beautiful lobby, we had some fun conversation. As we walked and talked, Joe placed his hand low on my back, resting it so I could feel part of his hand on my skin. He occasionally lowered his hand and the feeling of him running his fingers over the top my cheeks were getting me very aroused. The drinks and thought of flashing the entire pool area didn't help that situation. Besides, he was a good looking man and he made me feel very good. After taking a brief walk outside, we stopped and looked at each other. "Summer, I hope you have enjoyed your anniversary this evening. I know I have," Joe told me, looking into my eyes. "Very much so. I wanted to thank you for making it a special night." "Good," he said. "I have a wonderful bottle of a rosé chilling in my room. It's from an excellent small winery in Northern California. It's one of my favorites. I would love if you would allow me a little more your time so that we can enjoy it together." As alarming as this situation could be, I wasn't afraid to nod my head and we headed back inside towards the elevators. Just as the door was about to close, several more people got into our car, forcing us to the back. The resulting position placed Joe's body pressing into my left side. I pressed against him and could feel his erection against my hip. His right hand was squarely on my left butt cheek and I enjoyed the feeling of his hand rubbing and squeezing it. When we were able to get out of the elevator and he led me down the hallway, his hand stayed on my butt and I enjoyed the sensations that were traveling through my body because of it. When he open the door to his room, I was amazed: Corner room, lights on, but low, with widows covering almost two of the walls. The curtains were open giving a beautiful view across the bay and the lights on the boats in the marina. The way the hotel was designed, the inside of the two wings gave a great view of the water, but also looked over towards the other wing. The outside rooms had views of downtown and other local hotels. Joe had a wonderful inside room. I was drawn to the windows and the beautiful lights of the evening. I was brought back to reality by the pop of the cork being pulled out of the wine bottle. When I turned, Joe was handing me a glass of cold, sweet, bubbly, rosé. He held up his glass to mine and said, "Happy anniversary to a beautifully sexy woman." We touched glasses, and we both took sips of our wine. I was feeling really good. Took good, I was afraid. I didn't want the evening to stop, but didn't want to stop it at all. I avoided eye contact as I turned again to gaze out the windows, continuing to drink my wine. Joe came up behind me, placed his hand back on my exposed back, moved in close to me. He leaned closer and I could smell his smell for the first time. Sweet cologne, hair product, wine on his breath. He pressed his body closer to mine and whispered, "What a beautiful night, isn't it?" All I could do was nod. "Do you like the lights on the water?" Again, just a nod, staring at the lights. "See all those lights on the other building? I wonder if they looked over here, what they would see?" There were a few open curtains across the way, and we could see people watching TV and reading on their beds. I felt light headed from the sensuous feelings he was giving me. "Do you see that woman in the room right there?" pointing across to the other wing. She was by herself, in one of the hotel robes. She looked to be about my height, with black hair that hung almost to her waist. She had a large wine glass she was filling up with a deep, red wine. "Do you think she can see us?" he said. As he said that, he moved the hand from my back to my shoulder as his other hand mirrored it on the other side. He started rubbing my shoulders, and very gently began to slip his fingers underneath the material, slipping it slightly down my shoulders. By this time, she had noticed us, looking out of her window and drinking her wine. "I wonder what she is thinking right now?" he asked as he continued to inch the top of my dress over the tops of my shoulders. I was caught in his spell. All I could do was watch our voyeur watch us. Joe reached out and took my wine glass from my hand, setting it on the table in front of me. He placed a gentle kiss on my left shoulder as he began to slowly push the dress off my shoulders and down my arms. His lips touched my ear, saying, "I think she enjoys looking at you." With a gentle kiss on my earlobe, he pulled his face away. Our watcher now had her sliding door open and had stepped out onto the little porch of her room. There was enough light coming from her room and the surrounding landscape that we could see her fairly clearly. She continued to drink her wine as she leaned against the wall. She was watching as Joe slid the top of my dress down past the tips of my erect nipples, and it just simply slid down to the floor. I stood there, facing her, with my black bra, my thong, which was getting increasingly wetter every moment, and my shoes. At that moment she put her wine glass down and I saw her hand slip into her robe. "I think she enjoys what she sees," Joe said . His hands were back on my shoulders and he was now slipping my bra off my body. "You have amazing breasts, Summer," he whispered again. And with saying they, he let my bras fall off my arms, joining my dress on the floor. My nipples were rock hard and they ached. Our watcher had reached down and had untied her robe and was now standing off the wall, with the robe completely open. It seems she was getting ready for bed, as she was wearing nothing beneath it. Her skin was dark, her breasts big, but not huge, and dark nipples that were as hard as mine. "Show her your breasts," he whispered in my other ear, as he gave little kisses across my neck and shoulders. I reached down and grabbed each of my boobs and began to squeeze them and pull them in her direction. She began to do the same. I started breathing harder as I took first one, then the other nipple in between my fingers and began to pinch and pull them in a way that was going to make me orgasm, if I wasn't careful. I love the way my breasts feel and I really enjoy breast play, so this was something that was really getting me going. "Lean over and show her what they look like," Joe said, as his hand were now down rubbing my now exposed butt cheeks. "Look how she's enjoying your body," he said as I felt him kneel behind me, his cheeks brushing the exposed skin of my butt. I felt kisses and gentle squeezes on them, as I could feel his fingers finding their way under the band of my thong, pulling them down my hips. She too had her boobs in her hands, but she was not being as gentle with hers. I watched as she squashed her breasts in her hand, pulling and twisting her nipples. Then suddenly, her right hand shot down between her now spread legs and she began to run her hand up and down her pussy. I thought I was going to burst! Joe pushed me down a bit more, towards the table. I had to use my hands to keep from falling face first onto it. He was still kneeling behind me and I could feel his breath and the gentle whisper of his lips as they grazed my burning hot skin. I felt his kisses. I felt his fingers spreading my cheeks. I felt his tongue as it gently explored around my bottom and my very wet pussy. Somehow, as he was behind me, Joe had managed to slip out of his clothes, because when he stood up and leaned over me, I could feel his hard dick sliding up my butt crack, and it felt good! "Stay just like this and keep your eyes on her," was all he told me, as he pulled back a little, allowing his dick to slide back down my bottom towards my pussy. The next things I felt were his hands on my cheeks and his dick sliding down, right to my opening. He made very small movements, pushing only the head into me, but then began to slowly push more of himself into me with every forward thrust. When he was all the way in me and his balls were beginning to bounce against my clit, he really began to pump me harder. No words spoken. Just the heavy breathing and sounds of our bodies experiencing an amazing feeling together. Our watcher was now sitting on one of the small patio chairs, one leg over the arm, spread wide. Show herself to us. She now had one hand rubbing her clit and the other one pumping in and out of her pussy. She was biting her bottom lip and her head would go back and her mouth would come open. If she wasn't coming already, she would be soon. Me too. Joe took complete control and continued to and continued to pound into me. I was very close to my won orgasm when I heard him moan and push into me hard a few more times. I swear I could feel his dick swell and could feel when he came in me. That put me over the edge, and I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. I came over and over, squeezing his dick in me, pushing back onto him, my head back, and the most animalistic moan escaping my throat. Looking over at our friend, she looked like she and I had just experienced the same thing. She must have been a bit loud, as some of the outside lights near her room came on and people were looking out of their curtains. She put the fingers of her pumping hand into her mouth, sucking them clean. stood up, picked up her wine glass, and went back inside, sitting on her bed. Joe pulled out of me slowly, and I felt a wonderful dribble of our combined come leaking out of and down my leg. I stood up, turned around and looking him in the eyes. He took my hands in his and said, "Happy anniversary, baby. I love you." "I love you too, you wild husband. This was amazing, Jon!" And with that we grabbed each other and kissed deeply and hungrily for several minutes. We kind of walked/fell back onto the bed. I got off of him, looked at his dick, still erect and bobbing with his heartbeat, reached out, and gave it a couple squeezes. I gave it a nice tongue bath, then told him it was his turn to just lay there and that it was my turn to be in control and that I was going to give him a good long ride. The first time was for him. This time was for me. During that hot ride, I looked over to our watcher's room. She was standing at her window, completely naked, wine glass in one hand, gently rubbing her pussy with the other, watching us again. She raised her glass to me, took a final sip, turned and her light went out. Jon and I made love, kissed, fondled and licked each other throughout the night. It was an amazing anniversary gift, and we were able to share it with a new friend!