My Wife Gave Herself to the Lookie-Lous at the Overlook

Laura and I had been playing at this for more than a year. What started as a joke—leaning her out the window with no top on while the neighbor across the street smoked on his balcony—gradually turned into something more elaborate. The pleasure of exhibition and being watched. The thrill of knowing there is someone who desires what is yours, someone who’s jerking off while looking at her but can’t touch her.

It took her longer to get a taste for it. At first she laughed nervously, covered her tits too fast, told me I was crazy. But there came a moment—I think it was that afternoon parked in front of the post office, when she hiked her skirt up to her waist and put her fingers in her cunt while some guy watched from a bench—when she realized she liked it too. That the blush on her cheeks wasn’t just embarrassment, it was that she was getting soaked through.

From then on, we kept taking steps.

I had planned that weekend weeks in advance. I booked a hotel on the coast, twenty minutes from an overlook that showed up in several forums. Big parking area, lots of nighttime traffic, enough discretion for anyone who needed it. I just had to make sure it happened naturally, without Laura feeling like I was pushing her toward something she didn’t want.

***

We spent the morning at the beach. We rented loungers in a semi-deserted area, far from the beach bar, and stretched out in the sun. Laura wore a two-piece swimsuit, electric blue, far too small for the reality of her body. Forty-three years old and better than many twenty-year-olds. I say that without bragging. It’s the truth. Big tits, firm, with her nipples showing through the fabric whenever she got turned on. Her cunt fully shaved, just the way I like it.

We’d been sitting in silence for a while when I brought it up, in the tone of someone talking about the weather:

—Take the top off. Your back is still really white.

—Not a chance. There are people here.

—Four people across two hundred meters of beach. Come on.

—No.

—Laura.

She looked at me with that pinched expression she uses when she’s pretending to be angrier than she is. It lasted exactly as long as it usually does: about ten seconds. Then she sat up, checked that nobody was looking straight at us, and unfastened the top. Her tits popped free from the bikini top, heavy, with her nipples already hardened by the breeze.

She lay back with her eyes closed, as if it had nothing to do with her.

What she didn’t notice was that when she loosened the neck tie, the bottom half of the swimsuit had shifted. Not much, but enough. On the right side, a dark strip of cunt crack was showing, the freshly shaved lips gleaming in the sun.

The boy renting the loungers was about twenty-two and was walking along the shoreline picking up umbrellas the wind had knocked over. I signaled him over to ask for two soft drinks. It took him a few steps to come over, then he stopped a meter and a half away, staring. Not at me. He was staring straight at my wife’s cunt peeking out from the edge of the swimsuit, and a bulge was visible in his shorts that he didn’t even try to hide.

He forgot to ask what we wanted to drink.

I asked for two waters, and he left without saying anything, adjusting his cock inside his swim shorts as he walked away. It took him longer than reasonable to come back.

—Did you notice the boy? —I asked Laura in a low voice.

—What boy?

—The one with the loungers. Your swimsuit’s shifted and he saw your cunt in full.

Laura looked down, blinked, and burst out laughing.

—My God. It’s tiny, everything slips out. And did he get a good look?

—He took twenty seconds to remember what I’d asked him for. And he left with a hard-on showing in his swimsuit.

She laughed again. But she didn’t fix anything. Quite the opposite: she spread her thighs a little, leaving her cunt even more exposed.

When the boy came back with the waters, Laura crossed her ankles and opened her legs a little, not exaggerated, just enough for the angle to change and for him to be able to work his way in with his eyes between her open lips. She thanked him without moving. The boy nodded wordlessly, swallowed, and left very quickly.

—Poor thing —Laura said, amused—. He’s going to go to the bathroom and jerk off thinking about me.

—He left very happy —I told her—. And you’re wet.

I slid two fingers under the edge of her swimsuit and checked that yes, her cunt was dripping. She closed her eyes for a second, squeezed her thighs around my hand, and then gently moved it away.

—For the hotel —she whispered—. Because if you keep going I’ll come right here.

***

Back at the hotel, with the blinds down and the air conditioner on low, we stripped before closing the door. I pushed her face-down onto the bed, pried her legs open with a knee, and ate her out from behind, my tongue buried in her cunt and one finger in her ass. Laura moaned into the pillow, pressed her ass against my face, and came in less than five minutes, soaking my chin.

I turned her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove my cock into her in one thrust. She was so wet I slid all the way in on the first push. I fucked her slowly at first, letting her watch my cock slide in and out shining with her juices, and she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples while looking at the point where we were joined. Then I sped up. I grabbed her hips, lifted them, and drove my cock into her over and over until she started panting nonstop.

—Come inside —she begged—. Fill me up.

I came in her cunt in long spurts, biting her neck while she writhed beneath me with a second orgasm. We stayed like that for a while, with my cock still inside, while semen ran from her ass onto the sheet.

Afterward, lying on the bed with no energy for anything, that was when I told her about dogging.

—I’ve been looking to see if there’s a place nearby —I said, casually.

—Near what?

—The hotel. A place where... you know. Where people go to be watched.

Laura turned toward me. There was still a thread of my cum sliding down her thigh.

—One of those places where people do things in cars?

—Yes. An overlook. Nothing forced; if you don’t want to, we’ll stay in the car and leave whenever we feel like it.

—And people watch?

—Usually, yes. Guys who come up to the windows with their cocks out. That’s the point.

Silence. She was staring at the ceiling. I was staring at her. She was biting her lip and I could feel her nipples hardening again.

—What if someone knows us?

—We’re four hours from home.

—What if someone comes up to the car?

—Only if you roll the window down. The car is our territory.

More silence. She ran her hand between her thighs, almost without realizing it, and stroked her cunt full of my semen.

—Tonight —she said at last—. If I feel like it. No commitments.

***

Dinner was at a restaurant on the promenade. Laura came out of the bathroom with a long linen coat buttoned all the way up and her lips painted dark red. She was wearing her Saturday heels, the black pointed ones. She looked spectacular.

When we got to the restaurant and I got out of the taxi to open the door for her, she stopped on the sidewalk, quickly looked both ways, and unbuttoned her coat.

What she had underneath was black lingerie. Completely sheer. Her dark, erect nipples showed through, the curve of her belly, the lace of her panties dug into the lips of her cunt until the slit was visible through the fabric.

—I bought it this afternoon while you were at the pool —she said.

I went into the restaurant without saying anything. I needed a moment for my cock to go down enough that I could sit without it showing.

We ordered and ate. Or rather, she ate. I barely managed half. Laura was calm, cutting her bread, asking whether the wine was good, and every so often she’d open the coat a centimeter when the waiter from the bar passed by, letting him see her tits through the sheer fabric.

For dessert, she said to me in a very low voice:

—The guy at the bar’s been looking at me every time he passes. You can tell the bulge from here.

—Yeah?

—Give him something to look at —she said, and leaned back in her chair.

I called the waiter over to ask for the bill. When he came to the table, Laura let her coat fall fully open, crossed her legs calmly, showing how the sheer panties were clinging to a cunt already wet, and waited. The waiter took longer than necessary to write down the total, his gaze fixed on the nipples showing through the lingerie. When he left, Laura took a sip of wine with no expression at all and, under the table, took my hand and put it between her legs.

—Touch —she whispered.

I moved the sheer panties aside with two fingers and found her cunt soaked. I rubbed it slowly while we finished the wine, and she bit her lower lip so she wouldn’t moan in the middle of the restaurant.

***

We left the cocktail bar after two-thirty. The overlook was fifteen minutes away, but Laura didn’t ask where we were going when I turned inland. She just looked out the window and, without saying anything, opened her coat all the way inside the car, lowered one cup of her bra, and started playing with her nipple with her fingers.

When we got to the parking area, I was surprised by how many cars there were. Eight or ten, scattered without order, some with the dashboard lights on, others completely dark. On the edges of the asphalt, silhouettes walking slowly or stopping by other people’s windows. In one of the cars you could see a woman kneeling between a guy’s legs, sucking him off with the door open.

—There’s quite a lot of people —Laura murmured.

—That way we won’t be the center of attention.

—I’m embarrassed right now.

—Do you want us to leave?

Three seconds of silence.

—No. I want to try. But turn off the dome light.

I parked at one end, away from the others. I switched everything off. The darkness was almost total, only the distant glow of the city on the horizon. I turned toward Laura and started kissing her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, while I yanked the cups of her bra off in one motion. I bit her nipples one after the other until she started gasping.

I reclined her seat until she was almost lying down. I opened her coat all the way. I pushed the sheer panties aside and leaned over her, burying my face between her thighs. I ran my tongue over her entire slit, bottom to top, finishing on the clit, which was already so swollen it stuck out. She grabbed my hair and pressed me against her cunt.

It didn’t take long for her to relax. It took even less time for her to start rocking her hips against my face, fucking my tongue without the slightest shame.

I was so focused on eating her cunt that I didn’t realize someone had come up until I saw the shadow on the window. One figure, then another beside him. Young guys, about their twenties, standing a meter and a half from Laura’s window.

—We’ve got company —I whispered, my lips pressed to her clit.

Laura opened her eyes, saw them, and tensed. Instinctively she tried to close her legs and cover her tits.

—Leave it —I told her, gently taking her hands—. Let them look at you.

—They’re very young.

—And? They’re going to freak out over a real woman.

She looked at me. Then she looked toward the window. The two guys were still there, motionless, saying nothing. One of them was already unbuttoning his pants.

I turned on the dome light.

Laura let out a sharp breath. But she didn’t cover herself. On the contrary: she spread her legs and rested one on the dashboard, the other against the window, leaving her cunt wide open for the two boys outside to see.

***

What happened next is burned into my mind with a clarity that almost makes me uncomfortable.

Laura took off her coat and lingerie completely, ending up fully naked except for the black heels. She reclined in the seat with her legs extended toward the glass, spat on her fingers, and started masturbating while I sucked her tits and twisted her nipples. The two boys outside had crouched down to get a better look and already had their cocks out, stroking slowly while they watched her pry her cunt open with two fingers. By the time two more joined them, she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the four erect cocks on the other side of the glass, licking her lips, and sliding three fingers in up to the knuckles.

I took off my pants. My cock sprang out, hard as a rock. Laura turned in the seat, grabbed it with both hands, and swallowed it whole, never taking her eyes off the glass. The four guys outside pressed themselves closer to the window, jerking off faster as they watched her suck. She put on a show for them: she pulled my cock out of her mouth, licked it underneath, slapped it against her face, and shoved it back down her throat until her eyes watered.

—Do you see them? —I asked, grabbing her hair and face-fucking her.

—Yes —she answered, her voice muffled by my cock.

I pulled it from her mouth with a string of saliva and put her on her knees on the seat, back to me and face pressed to the glass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and drove my cock into her cunt in one thrust. She let out a scream that could be heard outside the car, and the four guys pressed against the glass to get a better look at how my cock slid in and out shining with her juices. I grabbed one tit with one hand and held her by the neck with the other, pushing her face against the glass. The guys outside could see Laura’s mouth open against the window, moaning with every thrust, her tongue marked on the fogged-up glass.

I fucked her hard, without mercy, until I felt her shaking and coming around my cock. One of the guys outside came at that moment too, splashing the glass with white spurts that slid down the window a hand’s breadth from Laura’s face.

I couldn’t hold out much longer.

—I’m coming —I warned her.

—Here —she said, turning around and sliding off my cock.

She sat on the seat, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. She looked me straight in the eyes while I jerked off two fingers from her face. The first spurt landed on her forehead and cheek. The second on her tongue. She swallowed the rest with my cock buried all the way in her mouth, never looking away. She swallowed every last drop, and then she licked the tip slowly to take out what was left. That image has stayed with me ever since.

***

I pulled my pants back up, got out of the car, and walked around the hood to Laura’s side. I lowered her window from outside.

She was looking into the dark. The four guys were still there, less than a meter away, cocks out. Nobody said anything. The cum from the guy who’d come on the glass was still slowly sliding down the window.

Then Laura reached her hand out through the window.

The first one to step forward was tall, with short hair and a dark sweatshirt. Laura took his cock in her hand, looked at it for a second as if sizing it up, and took it into her mouth halfway. He didn’t resist. Neither did any of the other three, who all came up to the window opening offering themselves.

I stepped back a couple of paces, leaned against the hood, and recorded.

Laura rotated between the four cocks with a natural ease I had never seen from her. She sucked one all the way down, pulled it out with a thread of saliva, and moved on to the next without pause. She licked their balls, pressed her tongue against their glans, and swallowed them whole again. At some point the boys started talking to her, some in low voices, others louder. “Dirty whore,” “swallow it, babe,” “like that, like that.” She didn’t answer. She just kept sucking. She popped a tit out the window and one of the boys started rubbing his cock against her nipple. She ended up with two cocks in her mouth at once, the tips pressing together against her tongue, and I had to step away a pace to keep my composure because I was getting hard again.

One of them warned the others with a short moan. The rest came up in turn, cocks in hand, jerking off fast. Laura lifted her face to the window, stuck out her tongue, closed her eyes, and took all four one after the other. The first filled her mouth with a long spurt that she swallowed immediately. The second came on her face, on her forehead and hair. The third aimed at her tits and emptied himself between her breasts. The fourth shoved his cock down her throat at the last second and came inside. When the last one finished, Laura ran her tongue over her lips, picked semen off her cheek with a finger, and put it in her mouth, then looked at me over the roof of the car.

—Was that what you wanted to see? —she asked, her voice hoarse and a white thread of cum sliding down her chin.

The boys had already retreated into the shadows. She took a tissue from the glove compartment and calmly, unhurriedly, cleaned her tits and face.

—Now it’s my turn —she said, and reclined the seat with her legs spread wide.

I leaned over her, moved aside what was left of the lingerie, and buried my tongue in her cunt. She was soaked, dripping onto the upholstery through her ass. I licked her clean, sucked her swollen clit, and slid two fingers in, moving them upward while I kept sucking. Laura crossed her legs over my back, rested one hand on my head, and pressed me against her cunt until she came with a muffled cry. It took less time than I would have expected. I kept eating her out until she came a second time, trembling all over, pulling my hair.

When she finished, she stayed still for a moment with her eyes closed and her breathing still fast, my face still buried between her thighs.

—Good —she said at last—. That was good.

I don’t know exactly when we became this. I know it was such a gradual process that there was never a moment when we had to make a clear decision. I know we both wanted it, even if neither of us said it in those words. And I also know the drive back to the hotel was the quietest of our lives.

In the best possible sense.