Naughty Secrets (27 page)

She sucks my cock for a bit and then she straddles me again, facing the others, showing them her cunt as she spreads her lips
to take my cock. By this time they are touching themselves and each other, but as aroused as they become, they are unable
to keep from watching us. My partner becomes quite verbal at this point, talking about how great it is to have a cock inside
her. I may fuck her ass also, but in any case I pull my cock out and spray the cum all over her cunt lips and pubic hair so
our ride mates can see.

When we are exhausted, we watch them as they do it. They are really shy about it, having never performed in public before,
but we have made them so hot that they can’t help themselves.

Although I’ve never actually done it, I think I would enjoy watching and being watched. I have mentioned it to my wife and
she seems to think that, if we were out walking and came upon another couple making love in a clearing, watching silently
from a discreet distance would be okay. I would prefer to meet another couple (no one I know, because no one I know would
do this) for the theater, then we could come back to our house or go to theirs to have drinks and fun conversation. Soon,
after some erotic talk, each couple would start making love.

As we all lie in front of the fireplace (I like a fireplace), we would stop and watch the other couple. He would slowly remove
her blouse and bra and once she was topless, he would pay lots of attention to her nipples and neck. He would move down to
remove her panties and spend lots of time eating her. She would remove his clothes and suck him and then they would sixty-nine
for a while. Occasionally one or the other of them would look over at my wife and me and smile.

While we watch, she would put a condom on him with lots of lubricant, then instruct him to enter her ass. After a while he
would remove the condom and she would suck him off. She would only swallow part of his load and allow part of it to run down
her chin. He would lick off the remains and then it would be our turn. My wife and I would put on quite a show.

Since we enjoy making love outdoors, and in some pretty public places, it’s not inconceivable that my husband and I have had
an audience at one time. I’d prefer it were accidental so I wouldn’t know that we were being observed until the passion had
reached the point of no return. Then I wouldn’t be self-conscious.

I would love to be watched by other couples. My scenario is that perhaps we are on a stage, making love, kissing, hugging,
sliding in and out, giving a tutorial to several nude couples who were near enough to touch.

I would love a large group to watch me spray my come into a woman’s mouth or lick her cunt. I would want them to pleasure
themselves during the act, and I would love to watch other couples fuck.

Preferably I would get to jerk off onto a woman’s face or breasts while she is being fucked. It would also be nice to go for
double penetration.

In my fantasies I would either have an audience in the room or have someone watching a tape of my wife and me.

In real life, however, I’m sure as hell not going to have a tape made of us and I would never risk alienating anyone I know
over a sexual fantasy. I wouldn’t risk the possible complications of involving a stranger in our sex life, either.

I have thought about videotaping my girlfriend and me but that can be somewhat risky. I think I mentioned the possibility
at one time but it didn’t get an enthusiastic response.

I would like to watch another couple, who didn’t know my lady and I were watching, go at it. Well, not exactly watching in
the “live” sense, I guess. I would love to hear a couple making love in the hotel room next door while we did likewise.

I used to work in a supermarket bagging groceries, and there were two good-looking lesbians who shopped there. I didn’t think
about sex with them, but I did fantasize about watching them make love with each other. I could get an erection just fantasizing
about that.

I am definitely a very voyeuristic person but have never watched or been watched.

The closest we’ve come to doing it in public was last spring on a long weekend getaway to the Dominican Republic. After a
night out clubbing and partying we were out on the balcony of our room and proceeded to get it on. Both of us stripped down
and my wife began to suck my cock. It was quite late at night and nobody whom we knew of was watching us, but it was pretty
risqué by our standards.

As far as my watching, I think the scene from
Blue Velvet
where the character hides in the closet while Dennis Hopper’s weird character does his thing with Isabella Rossellini is
the best. The thought of watching something unfold while I’m hidden away is very titillating.

Long ago we had neighbors who were none too careful about closing their drapes. One night my wife and I watched them, then
had one of the most passionate nights of lovemaking in our entire marriage.

The first time I ever watched a couple actually making love was in a sex club in Sweden back in the 1960s. Good fun. Several
times since, I’ve watched a couple privately. The husband would eat her out while I looked on, then she would give me a blow
job while he watched. It turned all of us on but they did not want to “three” it. Each act was individual. She and I screwed
several times alone when he was away on business trips.

I’ve fantasized about my wife wearing a short skirt with no panties underneath and “unwittingly” exposing herself to men of
various ages. I’m not sure how to do this without her being arrested.

I think about making love in public all the time. I love the thought of being caught or knowing that someone could be watching
me, but I don’t want to know that they are there. It is a pure adrenaline rush when I’m having sex knowing there is a possibility
of getting caught.

I’ve fantasized about masturbating in front of a group of people, in a contest perhaps, about who could squirt the farthest.

Others have made love where someone else might see, or have actually watched others.

I think the very best sex my husband and I ever had was on a beach in the early 1980s. We had been sunning ourselves on a
public beach on the Gulf side of Florida. I was lying faceup, and he was lying facedown to hide his erection. We had been
kissing for what must have been hours and he was up on his elbows and his mouth was over mine. Those kisses were incredible.
He used his tongue to sketch the outlines of my lips and I did the same to him. He stuck out his tongue and as though it was
his penis, I “fellated” it. We sucked each other’s tongues, and rubbed our swollen lips against each other.

We talked dirty to each other, too, whispering wonderful things like, “I wish your cock was in me right now, pushing me down
into the sand.” I remember that he tortured me with his words, telling me how he wanted to bury his face in my wet pussy,
how he wanted to lick my juices until my thighs were raw from his closely shaved face, how much he wanted to spread my ass
cheeks and pound into me, right there on the beach. We didn’t, of course, as it was daylight and there were families and people
all around us.

Finally, when our passion was provoked almost to the maximum, I said, “Let’s find a quiet place.” Since our car was parked
in a public parking lot, that wasn’t an option, so we picked up our blanket and started looking in the Florida scrub for a
little open space among the palms and pines.

We came upon a sandy spot about ten feet square back in the scrub, just on the edge of the Intracoastal Waterway. As Dan spread
our blanket, we looked all around, even glancing across the waterway. No people, nothing except a boat ramp that looked unused.

Dan sat down, and I lay against him between his legs. I could feel his delicious erection between my shoulder blades. He cupped
my breasts and began to kiss my neck, then pulled the straps of my swimsuit down. For the first time in my life my breasts
were exposed to the sunshine. It felt wonderful when I clasped his hands as they squeezed my breasts.

Soon his hands began to move south toward my very soggy pussy. As his fingers slipped under my one-piece suit to probe beneath,
I got impatient and pushed the suit down and kicked it off. There I was naked, still lying against him, his cock hard, held
tightly by his tiny Speedo. I knew his cock’s tip was bulging out over the waistband since I had been watching it wink at
me all afternoon.

His fingers slipped into my wet crotch and found my erect clitoris. I moaned and felt as though my cunt and clit had been
wanting his touch all afternoon. He continued to rub me with one hand while the other was on my breast. I was touching the
hand in my cunt with my own fingers, urging him to go deeper.

When I came, it was an incredible wave of delight, freedom, sensuality, and desire. My body went rigid and convulsed, and
he was whispering, “Oh, God, you are so beautiful. You look so hot. C’mon, baby, let it go.” His fingers continued to dip
into me then touch my ultrasensitive clit. I seemed to come for minutes.

He moved from behind me and pressed his face into my pussy. He licked for a while, then stood up and took off his swimsuit.
His erection was enormous. Dan is extraordinarily endowed and his wonderfully curved cock, when erect, extends to just slightly
above his navel.

He stood over me, touching his cock, and I remember him saying something like, “Okay, it’s my turn. What should I do with
this?” I could have opted to eat him until he came in my mouth or spread my legs there and invited him in, missionary-style,
but I wanted it the way we enjoyed it the most: doggy-style.

I moved onto all fours, turning my ass to the waterway and letting my head fall onto my arms. He knew that this position meant
one thing: hard fucking. That’s the way we like it, especially after he has fingered me to orgasm.

He knelt behind me, held his cock against my wet labia, and I felt him lubricating it by moving it through my juices. Within
seconds he was saying, “All right now, take it, sweetheart. Let me fuck you.” I could feel his rod slide in, quickly and fully
until it was as deep as it could go. Then he stopped and held completely still. We both love it when he makes us both wait.
I remember hearing the water lapping, his breath in my ear, my own heart beating.

I felt his hands beneath me, cupping my breasts lightly. He tweaked my nipples, kissed my back, and listened to me saying,
“Oh, Dan, give it to me. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me!” He remained still, circling my nipples with his fingers, pinching them
as they sent erotic messages to my clit.

God, I wanted to feel him slamming into my ass, so that my tits would swing, and I could feel his balls slapping against my
skin. I didn’t want to kneel there on the sand with my butt in the air. I wanted to be
fucked!
“Fuck me, baby. Come on, Dan, fuck me, please. Please.”

Then he started. He pulled his dick out of me slowly, verrrry slowly. When I felt the head pop out I was so let down because
I thought that he had seen someone and our cover had been blown. “Dan!” I said.

Wham!
His cock rammed into me. His fingers were on my clitoris, and I was facedown in the sand, nearly eating the grains. I had
my mouth open, encouraging him by moaning and saying, “Fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. My breasts were swinging and bumping
with each thrust, which really turned me on. He was saying to me, “You want it! You want it! You want my cock in you hard
and fast!” I could answer only with grunts.

We pumped for a long while until we were both breathless and soon I felt that familiar stiffening against my ass; his pumping
and thrusting was giving way to the preorgasmic rigidity of his hips. Soon I heard him grunt in the way he always did, crying
out, “Oh God, oh God!” I felt the spurts of semen as his hips thrust and drove his cock into me over and over. Soon there
was semen flowing from my cunt, mixing with my juices, covering my greedy fingertips.

He collapsed on top of me, grinding me into the sand. What a wonderful feeling it was, hearing his labored breathing and feeling
his cock soften inside me. He kissed my back, pulled his cock out, and fell over next to me on the sand. I rolled down and
sucked the last of the juices off him, then licked my lips.

Then we heard applause.
Applause???
We couldn’t imagine where it was coming from. We looked around and there, across the waterway, were three men at the water’s
edge, leaning against an SUV with a boat attached. They had been watching us for who knows how long, and they were applauding
the show they had watched. I felt like standing up and bowing. Instead, I just kissed Dan one more time to thank him for making
love to me.

The best sex I ever had was on a beach in Christchurch, England, when we knew we were being observed by a group of teenagers
from a little hill above. It was the exhibitionism that added spice.

I’ve done it in a grocery store. You can’t get much more public than that.