Sneek Peek (L/A)

My wife has a “type A” personality everywhere but in the bedroom.  There, she is quite submissive, and she likes it when I tell her what to do—giving her instructions, praising her, making her ask me to do things to her, and so on. So, our sex sessions get pretty vocal.

Our house is a single-floor ranch style, and our master suite is at one end of the house, far away from the kitchen and the patio doors out to the pool. It was summer and our friends Sam and Kiara were visiting us. My wife and I have a great bonding with our friends, so we always visit each other places, and they certainly enjoy hanging out at our place. Sam works in a multinational company in Mumbai, so due to work, he leads a restricted personal life and can’t spend a lot of quality time with Kiara. So while they visited, they got to enjoy spending time in the pool, no strict bedtime rules, no disturbance in lovemaking, and no noisy neighbours. They are very close to us and appreciated their freedom while visiting.

One of the nights during their stay with us, everyone turned into their bedrooms early. The pool lights were still on outside—they’re on a timer until midnight—but things were quiet enough that my wife and I decided to get things on. (That night, my wife was wearing a .)

I had my wife—in her grey and black lace babydoll—on her knees and asking to suck my cock, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I had thought I heard something earlier in the pool, and it wasn’t the pool pump. Our friends had gone out there, but now they were crouching behind the patio furniture just outside our bedroom. There was probably just enough light for them to make out what was happening.

I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but this was exciting me. I turned my wife sideways to give them a better view and told my wife to beg me to give her my cum. Every now and then, I would glance over and see the two wide-eyed people staring at us. I imagined what I would be doing in that situation – and how exciting it would be to see real sex between real people.

I blew my load into her mouth and wiped my cock on her face before getting her up on the bed, legs spread, bare pussy facing the window. I got her biggest bullet vibrator out of the bedside table and shoved it into her, urging her to get herself ready for me. I dragged it out from here – knelt and licked her while she used the vibrator on her clit, teased her, then made her beg to put my cock inside her. I would go hard for a minute, then pull out and make her beg for more. Repeatedly. And then I did the boldest thing I could imagine – I made her ask me to fuck her ass.

My wife was no stranger to anal sex, but her bedroom persona was to be shy about it until I made her ask for it. It was incredibly erotic, and when I finally did penetrate her ass, she would always respond with such a heartfelt “thank you” that I had to resist blowing my load right there. But this time, I had an audience. I worked on her mood, having her kneel in front of me and look away before she finally assumed the position and lubed herself up for me. At this point, I looked outside, and my friends weren’t even trying to hide behind the patio furniture. Once my wife was fully ready, I grabbed her by the hips and worked my cock into her as slowly as possible.

It felt like I fucked her for hours—building up a huge orgasm, then slowing down when she had hers, and even getting her to use the vibrator on her pussy. While I wanted to cum, I didn’t want it to end. My body ached to release into her. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, making her tell me how good this felt. My wife swore like a sailor and was in tears from the intensity of her orgasms before I finally blew my load into her.

Collapsing on top of her, we both looked over when we heard a noise outside – it was the patio door closing. I’m quite sure that our audience ran back to their bedrooms to finish themselves off too.

After we cleaned up, my wife asked me how long I had seen them. I hesitated, but she scolded me for thinking that she wasn’t a willing participant in this. She saw them, and it excited her. She told me later that she had spied on her sister and a boyfriend as a teenager, so she knew how exciting it would be for them.

We both agreed that this was tremendous fun – but she volunteered to talk about this with them – and ensure that they would keep quiet about this.

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