MoonManMSP
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I have not really posted on this site either, but i'll say it two ways.
Clean Version
I am a happily married man who enjoys amateur erotica, I usually frequent Model Mayhem and DeviantART but I started browsing here. While most of your shots are amateur (they should be, that's why I am here), the shot that Mr. Bruno referenced with the lingerie, wine glass and torso only shot, and the shot of your wife on the black couch are EXTREMELY well done. The lighting, the posing, the props in the room, everything was top notch, they would not look out of place in a coffee table book at all. So kudos to you on the camera, and kudos to your wifey on the posing talent, it takes a comfortable, confident woman to pull that off. Bravo.
Dirty Version - I don't normally post these kinds of thoughts, but you guys have been asking so...
I would like to meet your wife on a business trip to Chicago in the Fall, in a wine and cigar bar. The room is smoky, the air heavy like stepping into a steam room. The men in the room are wearing dark suits and talking quietly, the bar is full, but not crowded, the room feels professional, and extremely conservative. The other women are few and far between, and all of them are in dark, boring pantsuits.
Your wife is seated at the end of the mahogany bar, wearing a knee high skirt, black suit jacket top, a lipstick red camisole, and a long string of thick pearls. She sits confidently, her long, slender legs are crossed, creating a little sliver of skin that runs up her thigh along the cool, burgundy vinyl bar stool. As my eyes follow her bare legs down her toned calves I can see the chrome from the stool reflecting on her black pumps. The heels have an open toe and the polish is the color of her camisole.
The entire room is drawn to her, even some of the women, her back is burning with the eyes of 20 men too conservative to make a move. She knows it, and she likes it. But tonight she is on a mission, and it's going to take the right kind of man to make her fantasy come true.
I walk in the room confidently, a little cocky even, I just landed a big new account and my mind is already spending the commissions. I'm dressed in a dark grey Hart Schaffner and Marx with a light stripe, a crisp white shirt, and a tie just as red as the polish on her toes. My tan 6'2" frame shows just a hint of pecs through the suit, not like a weightlifter, but enough to carry her through a doorway, or at the very least she thinks, to keep her pinned to the bathroom wall.
Her eyes are drawn to the tie, and she immediately begins to think of all the amazing things she could do with that tie, and could she remember if her hotel had bedposts? She immediately begins to imagine the two of us; naked, oiled, and thrusting heavily on the bed. Moaning deep lustful moans, with the bright red tie tightened around her neck with just enough pressure to make her feel submissive. The ends are draped between her breasts, the silk gliding gently across her pointed nipples with every thrust of my toned body.
And then she snaps out of the daydream, I can see it, her confidence broken, just for a moment. Her eyes meet mine for just a second, and I hold her gaze, she can see by my eyes that I might be the one for her little project tonight, but she can't be sure, not yet...
I sit down facing her twenty feet away, in a wingback with sculpted oak armrests and a paisley pattern surrounding my dark frame. Our eyes break for a moment and i watch her follow the contours of my arms, and eventually, she lays eye on my left hand, a little white band of skin where a diamond wedding ring usually resides. She knows I am watching her, and slowly picks up a glass of Bordeaux with her left hand, showing me the little white line on her left hand that immediately lets me know I have a chance at landing more than an account tonight.
As the waitress approaches, I imagine the red silk tie, hanging from her neck. We are in a hotel room, it's dark, with white curtains, lit only by the night. She is bent over doggy style, her hands on the railing of the hotel balcony, a strong, cool breeze from Lake Michigan blows her curly hair, and i watch with each gust, as the little goosebumps form on the small of her back, and the small droplets of sweat evaporate in the wind as my hands strongly rub them into her smooth skin. Her nipples are hard from the cold fall night, and her breasts sway while i thrust into her from behind. Everything is slow, sensual. We are moving to the rhythm of the traffic below. The sounds of cars moving, and drunks yelling echoes through the room softly, broken only by our heavy breath, and an occasional slow moan from her tiny frame.
I can feel my girth stretching her slightly, but she is so aroused she doesn't mind, her tight, shaven pussy is wrapped around my cock, i look down to watch me thrusting around her dripping wet lips and i see single glistening drop of wetness fall from her clit, catching the lights of the night around us as it drops to the floor and...
"What can i get you sir?" The waitress asks.
And suddenly i am back in the bar, with the thick air, and the smoky haze. I immediately long for the cool air, to grab her body, to feel her inside, to make her scream in ecstasy as the white sheer drapes blow across her back. I have to have her.
"A bottle of Opus One, the 2004 if you have it." I said, holding your wife's gaze the entire time.
"Certainly sir" she answered back.
"And send a glass to the lady" i said.
"Or course, will there be a message?"
"No Message" I said, still keeping my gaze on the woman in red, she was noticing, and it was turning her on.
I watched as the young waitress brought the bottle to the little table next to me, and as i approved the taste, my mind brought me back to that hotel room. In my fantasy someone was watching, but not from outside. Somewhere inside the room someone was hiding.
Back at the bar, I watched the waitress pour two glasses of the 250 dollar bottle. Expertly transferring one to her serving tray and handing it to the lady in red. Still staring at each other, she gave a slight nod, so slight, that certainly no one else in the room noticed it. And lifted her glass as i slightly lifted mine. We were both feeling the room, staying conservative, and staying cool and confident. But the room was noticing us, a group of young lawyers were pointing at me, staring, very obviously exchanging 20 dollar bills, probably betting on whether or not i could walk out of the bar with this beautiful specimen of a woman.
As we were nearing halfway through the glass i decided to make my move. I grabbed a matchbook from the table next to me, and with a black Mont Blanc, wrote, "The Four Seasons, 515, 30 min". I slowly stood up, adjusted the lapels on my suit, and walked strongly over to the lady in red, sliding the matchbook into the base of her wine glass without saying a word. I was close enough to smell her, a slight perfume that I wanted to smell on my sheets in the morning as I showered and called my car.
The entire room was watching us, and she took the matchbook, opened it, and then nonchalantly slid it to the back of the bar, while still holding my gaze. She paused, long enough to make me sweat, before sensually opening the side of my jacket, and slowly pulling out my pen. She took my hand gently, almost as if massaging it, and wrote inside my palm "The drake, 305, 1 hour". Before slowly closing my palm.
I was elated, and i watched her grab a small clutch purse, and walk out of the bar, her gorgeous heels clicking as I stole a glance at a very nice ass. i kept my composure, and walked back to my wingback. Watching the young lawyers divvying up a pile of twenties. As i sat down and took a long drink of the fine red i allowed myself one sideways glance, followed by a little smirk, shared between men. Their eyes were green with jealousy as i spent the next half an hour finishing my bottle, and coming back to that hotel room fantasy, that might just become a reality.
When i was done with my wine, i had the waitress send a bottle of the same to the table full of lawyers, and as it arrived and they glanced my way, i raised the hand with the pen on it and gave a little wave, still having never said a word to anyone but the waitress since arriving. I dropped 6 hundred dollar bills on the small table next to my wingback, grabbed my briefcase, and walked out of the bar into the cool night.
My car was waiting for me, and as I slipped into the back, into the warm dark leather, i spent a moment enjoying this city for everything that it is. I watched the trees and their colored leaves pass by in the moonlight as we took a slow tour by the lakeshore and then cirled to the hotel as exactly one hour had passed. I wanted to make her wait a little, but not too much.
I tipped my driver and the bellman, and walked through the opulent lobby like a king through his court. As i walked out of the elevator and paused outside her suite I could already feel my heart pounding through my chest, and i thought to myself that this is the only thing that makes business travel bearable. The thought of spending an entire night exploring this brand new woman, and never having to speak to her again, was almost too much to bear, so with my ring hand, I knocked on the door.
She opened the door slowly and quickly walked back to the depths of the suite. The room as exactly as I imagined, large, with a large double glass door leading to a balcony with a black metal rail. I imagined her leaning over the rail, me feeling the chill in her body as i pressed her soft flesh against the hard cool metal.
I walked in and she was wearing exactly the same thing that she was in the bar, only now instead of the red camisole and pearls, she wore only a red bra beneath her suit coat. Both of us were staring, still not saying a word as she slowly, seductively released the zipper on her skirt and let it slide to the floor, revealing her small, tight lips. I watched her as i walked to the balcony and opened to doors wide, the cool wind immediately filling the warm room with a rush of cold air. I stood, facing her in the doorway, the light gently illuminating her curves. The room was dark except for the soft glow of a laptop nearby on a desk.
Knowing that standing in that doorway she could only see shadows i slowly undressed while standing, until my fit body was just a shadow, and my cock was slowly growing with the thought of sliding into this woman in red. I'd had enough confidence, enough cool, enough calm. Tie in hand i quickly walked up to her, and ripped the buttons from her suitcoat. Before the buttons even fell the coat was off and the bra was halfway there, My muscular arms soon encircling her small body. She was already panting as my lips began at her neck, and ran down her breasts and her stomach. Just before reaching her clit i stop, stand up swiftly, and slip my tie around her neck, tight, like a collar. I could feel her losing control with every move that i made. I jerk the tie toward me and she opens her lips as if to try and kiss me, but as she rushes toward me, i move my head to the side, pulling her head into my chest, feeling her curly hair run along my smooth body and over my nipples. She wants the kiss, but she is going to have to earn it.
I let my cock ever so slightly brush over her pussy and i hear her gasp in excitement. Just as she is about to grab for my now fully erect member i pick her up and throw her on the bed again and being kissing again, this time from the ankles, up the thighs and straight to her moist clit. I begin to lick slowly, and the progressively harder as her back begins to arch and she begins to slowly moan in ecstasy, her heels are still on and the cross my shoulders and dig into the top of my back. As she comes for the first time i feel her body begin to shake, first from the chest, then down to her arms, through the belly, and then into her legs. The heels dig harder and harder into my back as continue to vigorously suck on her clit. When she orgasms, she screams in a high pitched ecstasy as she covers my face in her juices. We both pause just for a moment as a breeze cools our bodies, i gently continue to lick her clit as i watch her breath condense in the cool air. Like smoke from a cigar, or steam from a manhole on the street below.
I give her no more time to rest as i rise up the bed, letting the tip of my uncut cock slide along the outside of her pussy, and then watch as she stares straight into my eyes, puts one had around my 8 inch cock, fingers not quite touching around it's girth and tugs me a few times. Her stare changes, and i can tell she has never had a cock this thick before, she thinks it over, before thrusting the tip into her tight, shaven pussy.
She takes a quick breath as the size surprises her, and i slowly stretch her out i can see her biting her bottom lip hard, squeaking in half pleasure, half pain as i slide every new thick inch into her hole. It's so tight that i can feel her pulse through her clit and once i am all the way in i can tell that she will not take long to come again.
Still inside of her i pick her up and begin kissing her neck while slowly walking towards the balcony, i can tell that she doesn't like the idea of her nude body exposed to the windows outside, but she is so close to orgasm she doesn't care.
The tie blows in the wind, brushing her breasts as the first gust of wind hits her. Outside, the moon is full and low over the lake, and the shadows that her nipples cast along her breasts are long and beautiful. As he rests her backside on the metal and concrete ledge she gasps with the cold. She feels dangerous, dirty, and she wants that big cock to come inside of her. To feel my body shake, to see me release.
I flip her over doggy style and she places her arms on the balcony rail. I pull out for a moment and back up as she looks behind her, as if checking something, then looks back toward the room, with nothing but the laptop glowing away in it. She moves a few feet to the side, but why, I don't know. And angles herself away from the railing a bit almost as if she were posing.
I use the moment to take her in, her pussy, dripping in the moonlight, glistening with her own moisture, and gaping from my big, thick, cock. The red tie still tied around her neck like a collar is blowing in the wind with her curly hair, she turns to me as i take in the side of her breast gently swaying and stares me while she begins to sway her ass from side to side.
I thrust hard into her, and hear her scream in a pain that immediately turns to ecstacy. I continue to thrust hard and fast and feel her muscles tighten around me inside. The shaking begins again slowly, starting from her head and moving slowly down her body, she screams loudly into the night, and as she does i can no longer hold it, I blow my load slowly letting out my own low gutteral groan into the night. Someone is watching? Well let them hear it too.
As she feels my load enter her waiting pussy she turn around at me, panting, catching her breath, and starts staring as she slowly pully her gaping pussy off of my cock, inch by inch, until i see the white come dripping onto the concrete below. I slowly rub her clit and watch her gaping pussy slowy begin to close.
And as i watch her, i notice that she isn't staring at me anymore. She is staring at the glow from the laptop, facing us on the balcony, and i noticed a green LED light from a webcam on the top of the screen.
She quickly stands up, and walks over to the side of the bed, facing the computer only 3 feet away. On the bed, still wearing her heels with the red tie now draping almost to her pussy she spreads her legs wide, and i can see my come mixed with her juices flowing out of her pussy and down to her asshole. She takes two fingers, and slides them into her pussy like a scoop, she pulls them out dripping from my load, and slowly slides them into her mouth and licks them clean, while staring at the computer the whole time.
I knew what was up, but decided to play along. She leaned over and grabbed my large cock, and began to expertly clean every last drop from the shaft before sliding the tip into her mouth. She could barely fit the girth, and her lips wrapped tightly a third of the way down my shaft. While she sucked me off with only her tiny mouth, no hands. She slipped one of her free hands down to her pussy and began to rub her clit while occasionally running her hand up to her breasts, squeezing her perky nipples. I used my other hand to roughly massage her breasts while she continued to expertly suck my cock, still staring only at the computer, not at me now.
She was amazingly good at giving head and as she began to pleasure herself and begin to moan and softly vibrate my dick I began to come close to coming. Watching her writhe and moan began to overcome me and she noticed that i was about to release. She quickly moved a hand to my cock and backed her mouth about 3 inches away, without saying a word i knew what she wanted. And as i shot my load into her mouth, spilling a few drops onto her face and forehead, i watched her come for the third time, this time squirting all over the hotel bed with the extra pleasure of whatever was on the laptop. She stood up, her inner thighs completely soaked with her own wetness, and i slid a finger along her thigh before placing it into her mouth to suck, mimicking her little show from earlier.
I stoop up in front of her, our bodies centered in the glow of light from the laptop and entered her for the final time, this time she took me easily. The mood was laid back and we began to kiss for the first time, deeply. My hand slowly tugging on the silk tie to keep her close. Her perky nipples rubbing along my chest and keeping me happily turned on. The kiss felt like a heartfelt thank you.
We kissed for minutes, in the cold air, with a mixture of moonlight and laptop glow lighting our every curve. Then she slowly and sensually slid off of me, my now somewhat flaccid cock hanging, wet in appreciation. She walked to my clothes, brought them to the bed and dressed me, as a mother might lovingly dress a young child, then still naked, the tie hanging between her breasts, she kissed me goodnight, and pointed toward the door.
As I left the room i stole a glance at the laptop, to see her husband in a computer chair, naked, rock hard and smiling at the webcam, his stomach covered in cum. Reveling in his dirty wife having just fucked a complete stranger while he watched every move. She stared into the webcam, now kneeling on the bed playing with the tie and her breasts, and blew him a kiss as I left, watching the moonlight push one more sliver of light through a drop of moisture on her lips.
I never heard her speak, I don't know her name, but as my driver circled the lake shore one more time on the way back to my hotel, i knew that she would be the best of all my travels.
And all it cost me was one red tie...
So there you have it, your wife's very own 3700 word literotica essay. Hope you enjoy, i have never written one before, but the wine photo was inspiring.
Clean Version
I am a happily married man who enjoys amateur erotica, I usually frequent Model Mayhem and DeviantART but I started browsing here. While most of your shots are amateur (they should be, that's why I am here), the shot that Mr. Bruno referenced with the lingerie, wine glass and torso only shot, and the shot of your wife on the black couch are EXTREMELY well done. The lighting, the posing, the props in the room, everything was top notch, they would not look out of place in a coffee table book at all. So kudos to you on the camera, and kudos to your wifey on the posing talent, it takes a comfortable, confident woman to pull that off. Bravo.
Dirty Version - I don't normally post these kinds of thoughts, but you guys have been asking so...
I would like to meet your wife on a business trip to Chicago in the Fall, in a wine and cigar bar. The room is smoky, the air heavy like stepping into a steam room. The men in the room are wearing dark suits and talking quietly, the bar is full, but not crowded, the room feels professional, and extremely conservative. The other women are few and far between, and all of them are in dark, boring pantsuits.
Your wife is seated at the end of the mahogany bar, wearing a knee high skirt, black suit jacket top, a lipstick red camisole, and a long string of thick pearls. She sits confidently, her long, slender legs are crossed, creating a little sliver of skin that runs up her thigh along the cool, burgundy vinyl bar stool. As my eyes follow her bare legs down her toned calves I can see the chrome from the stool reflecting on her black pumps. The heels have an open toe and the polish is the color of her camisole.
The entire room is drawn to her, even some of the women, her back is burning with the eyes of 20 men too conservative to make a move. She knows it, and she likes it. But tonight she is on a mission, and it's going to take the right kind of man to make her fantasy come true.
I walk in the room confidently, a little cocky even, I just landed a big new account and my mind is already spending the commissions. I'm dressed in a dark grey Hart Schaffner and Marx with a light stripe, a crisp white shirt, and a tie just as red as the polish on her toes. My tan 6'2" frame shows just a hint of pecs through the suit, not like a weightlifter, but enough to carry her through a doorway, or at the very least she thinks, to keep her pinned to the bathroom wall.
Her eyes are drawn to the tie, and she immediately begins to think of all the amazing things she could do with that tie, and could she remember if her hotel had bedposts? She immediately begins to imagine the two of us; naked, oiled, and thrusting heavily on the bed. Moaning deep lustful moans, with the bright red tie tightened around her neck with just enough pressure to make her feel submissive. The ends are draped between her breasts, the silk gliding gently across her pointed nipples with every thrust of my toned body.
And then she snaps out of the daydream, I can see it, her confidence broken, just for a moment. Her eyes meet mine for just a second, and I hold her gaze, she can see by my eyes that I might be the one for her little project tonight, but she can't be sure, not yet...
I sit down facing her twenty feet away, in a wingback with sculpted oak armrests and a paisley pattern surrounding my dark frame. Our eyes break for a moment and i watch her follow the contours of my arms, and eventually, she lays eye on my left hand, a little white band of skin where a diamond wedding ring usually resides. She knows I am watching her, and slowly picks up a glass of Bordeaux with her left hand, showing me the little white line on her left hand that immediately lets me know I have a chance at landing more than an account tonight.
As the waitress approaches, I imagine the red silk tie, hanging from her neck. We are in a hotel room, it's dark, with white curtains, lit only by the night. She is bent over doggy style, her hands on the railing of the hotel balcony, a strong, cool breeze from Lake Michigan blows her curly hair, and i watch with each gust, as the little goosebumps form on the small of her back, and the small droplets of sweat evaporate in the wind as my hands strongly rub them into her smooth skin. Her nipples are hard from the cold fall night, and her breasts sway while i thrust into her from behind. Everything is slow, sensual. We are moving to the rhythm of the traffic below. The sounds of cars moving, and drunks yelling echoes through the room softly, broken only by our heavy breath, and an occasional slow moan from her tiny frame.
I can feel my girth stretching her slightly, but she is so aroused she doesn't mind, her tight, shaven pussy is wrapped around my cock, i look down to watch me thrusting around her dripping wet lips and i see single glistening drop of wetness fall from her clit, catching the lights of the night around us as it drops to the floor and...
"What can i get you sir?" The waitress asks.
And suddenly i am back in the bar, with the thick air, and the smoky haze. I immediately long for the cool air, to grab her body, to feel her inside, to make her scream in ecstasy as the white sheer drapes blow across her back. I have to have her.
"A bottle of Opus One, the 2004 if you have it." I said, holding your wife's gaze the entire time.
"Certainly sir" she answered back.
"And send a glass to the lady" i said.
"Or course, will there be a message?"
"No Message" I said, still keeping my gaze on the woman in red, she was noticing, and it was turning her on.
I watched as the young waitress brought the bottle to the little table next to me, and as i approved the taste, my mind brought me back to that hotel room. In my fantasy someone was watching, but not from outside. Somewhere inside the room someone was hiding.
Back at the bar, I watched the waitress pour two glasses of the 250 dollar bottle. Expertly transferring one to her serving tray and handing it to the lady in red. Still staring at each other, she gave a slight nod, so slight, that certainly no one else in the room noticed it. And lifted her glass as i slightly lifted mine. We were both feeling the room, staying conservative, and staying cool and confident. But the room was noticing us, a group of young lawyers were pointing at me, staring, very obviously exchanging 20 dollar bills, probably betting on whether or not i could walk out of the bar with this beautiful specimen of a woman.
As we were nearing halfway through the glass i decided to make my move. I grabbed a matchbook from the table next to me, and with a black Mont Blanc, wrote, "The Four Seasons, 515, 30 min". I slowly stood up, adjusted the lapels on my suit, and walked strongly over to the lady in red, sliding the matchbook into the base of her wine glass without saying a word. I was close enough to smell her, a slight perfume that I wanted to smell on my sheets in the morning as I showered and called my car.
The entire room was watching us, and she took the matchbook, opened it, and then nonchalantly slid it to the back of the bar, while still holding my gaze. She paused, long enough to make me sweat, before sensually opening the side of my jacket, and slowly pulling out my pen. She took my hand gently, almost as if massaging it, and wrote inside my palm "The drake, 305, 1 hour". Before slowly closing my palm.
I was elated, and i watched her grab a small clutch purse, and walk out of the bar, her gorgeous heels clicking as I stole a glance at a very nice ass. i kept my composure, and walked back to my wingback. Watching the young lawyers divvying up a pile of twenties. As i sat down and took a long drink of the fine red i allowed myself one sideways glance, followed by a little smirk, shared between men. Their eyes were green with jealousy as i spent the next half an hour finishing my bottle, and coming back to that hotel room fantasy, that might just become a reality.
When i was done with my wine, i had the waitress send a bottle of the same to the table full of lawyers, and as it arrived and they glanced my way, i raised the hand with the pen on it and gave a little wave, still having never said a word to anyone but the waitress since arriving. I dropped 6 hundred dollar bills on the small table next to my wingback, grabbed my briefcase, and walked out of the bar into the cool night.
My car was waiting for me, and as I slipped into the back, into the warm dark leather, i spent a moment enjoying this city for everything that it is. I watched the trees and their colored leaves pass by in the moonlight as we took a slow tour by the lakeshore and then cirled to the hotel as exactly one hour had passed. I wanted to make her wait a little, but not too much.
I tipped my driver and the bellman, and walked through the opulent lobby like a king through his court. As i walked out of the elevator and paused outside her suite I could already feel my heart pounding through my chest, and i thought to myself that this is the only thing that makes business travel bearable. The thought of spending an entire night exploring this brand new woman, and never having to speak to her again, was almost too much to bear, so with my ring hand, I knocked on the door.
She opened the door slowly and quickly walked back to the depths of the suite. The room as exactly as I imagined, large, with a large double glass door leading to a balcony with a black metal rail. I imagined her leaning over the rail, me feeling the chill in her body as i pressed her soft flesh against the hard cool metal.
I walked in and she was wearing exactly the same thing that she was in the bar, only now instead of the red camisole and pearls, she wore only a red bra beneath her suit coat. Both of us were staring, still not saying a word as she slowly, seductively released the zipper on her skirt and let it slide to the floor, revealing her small, tight lips. I watched her as i walked to the balcony and opened to doors wide, the cool wind immediately filling the warm room with a rush of cold air. I stood, facing her in the doorway, the light gently illuminating her curves. The room was dark except for the soft glow of a laptop nearby on a desk.
Knowing that standing in that doorway she could only see shadows i slowly undressed while standing, until my fit body was just a shadow, and my cock was slowly growing with the thought of sliding into this woman in red. I'd had enough confidence, enough cool, enough calm. Tie in hand i quickly walked up to her, and ripped the buttons from her suitcoat. Before the buttons even fell the coat was off and the bra was halfway there, My muscular arms soon encircling her small body. She was already panting as my lips began at her neck, and ran down her breasts and her stomach. Just before reaching her clit i stop, stand up swiftly, and slip my tie around her neck, tight, like a collar. I could feel her losing control with every move that i made. I jerk the tie toward me and she opens her lips as if to try and kiss me, but as she rushes toward me, i move my head to the side, pulling her head into my chest, feeling her curly hair run along my smooth body and over my nipples. She wants the kiss, but she is going to have to earn it.
I let my cock ever so slightly brush over her pussy and i hear her gasp in excitement. Just as she is about to grab for my now fully erect member i pick her up and throw her on the bed again and being kissing again, this time from the ankles, up the thighs and straight to her moist clit. I begin to lick slowly, and the progressively harder as her back begins to arch and she begins to slowly moan in ecstasy, her heels are still on and the cross my shoulders and dig into the top of my back. As she comes for the first time i feel her body begin to shake, first from the chest, then down to her arms, through the belly, and then into her legs. The heels dig harder and harder into my back as continue to vigorously suck on her clit. When she orgasms, she screams in a high pitched ecstasy as she covers my face in her juices. We both pause just for a moment as a breeze cools our bodies, i gently continue to lick her clit as i watch her breath condense in the cool air. Like smoke from a cigar, or steam from a manhole on the street below.
I give her no more time to rest as i rise up the bed, letting the tip of my uncut cock slide along the outside of her pussy, and then watch as she stares straight into my eyes, puts one had around my 8 inch cock, fingers not quite touching around it's girth and tugs me a few times. Her stare changes, and i can tell she has never had a cock this thick before, she thinks it over, before thrusting the tip into her tight, shaven pussy.
She takes a quick breath as the size surprises her, and i slowly stretch her out i can see her biting her bottom lip hard, squeaking in half pleasure, half pain as i slide every new thick inch into her hole. It's so tight that i can feel her pulse through her clit and once i am all the way in i can tell that she will not take long to come again.
Still inside of her i pick her up and begin kissing her neck while slowly walking towards the balcony, i can tell that she doesn't like the idea of her nude body exposed to the windows outside, but she is so close to orgasm she doesn't care.
The tie blows in the wind, brushing her breasts as the first gust of wind hits her. Outside, the moon is full and low over the lake, and the shadows that her nipples cast along her breasts are long and beautiful. As he rests her backside on the metal and concrete ledge she gasps with the cold. She feels dangerous, dirty, and she wants that big cock to come inside of her. To feel my body shake, to see me release.
I flip her over doggy style and she places her arms on the balcony rail. I pull out for a moment and back up as she looks behind her, as if checking something, then looks back toward the room, with nothing but the laptop glowing away in it. She moves a few feet to the side, but why, I don't know. And angles herself away from the railing a bit almost as if she were posing.
I use the moment to take her in, her pussy, dripping in the moonlight, glistening with her own moisture, and gaping from my big, thick, cock. The red tie still tied around her neck like a collar is blowing in the wind with her curly hair, she turns to me as i take in the side of her breast gently swaying and stares me while she begins to sway her ass from side to side.
I thrust hard into her, and hear her scream in a pain that immediately turns to ecstacy. I continue to thrust hard and fast and feel her muscles tighten around me inside. The shaking begins again slowly, starting from her head and moving slowly down her body, she screams loudly into the night, and as she does i can no longer hold it, I blow my load slowly letting out my own low gutteral groan into the night. Someone is watching? Well let them hear it too.
As she feels my load enter her waiting pussy she turn around at me, panting, catching her breath, and starts staring as she slowly pully her gaping pussy off of my cock, inch by inch, until i see the white come dripping onto the concrete below. I slowly rub her clit and watch her gaping pussy slowy begin to close.
And as i watch her, i notice that she isn't staring at me anymore. She is staring at the glow from the laptop, facing us on the balcony, and i noticed a green LED light from a webcam on the top of the screen.
She quickly stands up, and walks over to the side of the bed, facing the computer only 3 feet away. On the bed, still wearing her heels with the red tie now draping almost to her pussy she spreads her legs wide, and i can see my come mixed with her juices flowing out of her pussy and down to her asshole. She takes two fingers, and slides them into her pussy like a scoop, she pulls them out dripping from my load, and slowly slides them into her mouth and licks them clean, while staring at the computer the whole time.
I knew what was up, but decided to play along. She leaned over and grabbed my large cock, and began to expertly clean every last drop from the shaft before sliding the tip into her mouth. She could barely fit the girth, and her lips wrapped tightly a third of the way down my shaft. While she sucked me off with only her tiny mouth, no hands. She slipped one of her free hands down to her pussy and began to rub her clit while occasionally running her hand up to her breasts, squeezing her perky nipples. I used my other hand to roughly massage her breasts while she continued to expertly suck my cock, still staring only at the computer, not at me now.
She was amazingly good at giving head and as she began to pleasure herself and begin to moan and softly vibrate my dick I began to come close to coming. Watching her writhe and moan began to overcome me and she noticed that i was about to release. She quickly moved a hand to my cock and backed her mouth about 3 inches away, without saying a word i knew what she wanted. And as i shot my load into her mouth, spilling a few drops onto her face and forehead, i watched her come for the third time, this time squirting all over the hotel bed with the extra pleasure of whatever was on the laptop. She stood up, her inner thighs completely soaked with her own wetness, and i slid a finger along her thigh before placing it into her mouth to suck, mimicking her little show from earlier.
I stoop up in front of her, our bodies centered in the glow of light from the laptop and entered her for the final time, this time she took me easily. The mood was laid back and we began to kiss for the first time, deeply. My hand slowly tugging on the silk tie to keep her close. Her perky nipples rubbing along my chest and keeping me happily turned on. The kiss felt like a heartfelt thank you.
We kissed for minutes, in the cold air, with a mixture of moonlight and laptop glow lighting our every curve. Then she slowly and sensually slid off of me, my now somewhat flaccid cock hanging, wet in appreciation. She walked to my clothes, brought them to the bed and dressed me, as a mother might lovingly dress a young child, then still naked, the tie hanging between her breasts, she kissed me goodnight, and pointed toward the door.
As I left the room i stole a glance at the laptop, to see her husband in a computer chair, naked, rock hard and smiling at the webcam, his stomach covered in cum. Reveling in his dirty wife having just fucked a complete stranger while he watched every move. She stared into the webcam, now kneeling on the bed playing with the tie and her breasts, and blew him a kiss as I left, watching the moonlight push one more sliver of light through a drop of moisture on her lips.
I never heard her speak, I don't know her name, but as my driver circled the lake shore one more time on the way back to my hotel, i knew that she would be the best of all my travels.
And all it cost me was one red tie...
So there you have it, your wife's very own 3700 word literotica essay. Hope you enjoy, i have never written one before, but the wine photo was inspiring.
's for the Lady 
