Wife pulled off my bath towel to show my cock to the parking lot

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I was staying at a four-star hotel with my lovely wife, 'Sarah.' After having sweet, long, affectionate sex in our 7th-floor room, early in the evening, then showering together, we were standing in that darkened room, at the very top of the hotel. The moonlight and lights from outside, near the beach, were our only illumination. There was a light breeze from the open door to the balcony.

I had a damp towel around my waist. Sarah had also wrapped a towel around her body as we left the bathroom. But now, she peeled off her towel and dropped it on the bed. She was looking out at the nighttime view from the balcony, and the lights in the distance. I was just enjoying the view of her perfect hips.

I wondered if she wanted to fuck again.

Sarah *was* a little turned on, but she had other plans. Still naked, she looked back at me and smiled. She offered her hand, took mine, and led me over to the open balcony door.

The balcony overlooking not the ocean side, but the busy side of the hotel... the one that was brightly lit, with the parking lot.

I stopped us at the threshold and said, "You're kidding." She just shook her head and whispered, "Come on."

She stepped past the billowing gauzy inner curtains, onto the balcony. I followed her.

Once out there, though, I couldn't make myself take off my towel.

It was tremendously exciting to see my wife's naked body, the sweet swells of her breasts, her perfect nipples, her pale belly and beautiful thatch, palely illuminated from the lights of the parking lot, below us, as people down there talked, cars came and went, and life went on. My wife smiled again and said, "It feels good. And unless they look straight up at this balcony, they won't see us."

Ever tried to do something, but your body just wouldn't let you? Like jumping a gap that was too far? It wasn't just tourists and total strangers down there...

My hands went to the tucked-in edge of my towel, but I just couldn't open it.

That hotel was in the tourist district, but a lot of our friends and co-workers came there frequently for dinner. Those could be my neighbors, with their kids, getting out of those cars. The odds that people who knew us were in that parking lot down there, were very high.

She wasn't satisfied with doing a solo. "Come on. Be naked with me."

Sarah knew that I had fantasies about people seeing me naked, and she'd sometimes teased me about making them happen. At a topless beach, for example (bottoms required), she'd kept toying with the top of my swimsuit, asking me, "Wouldn't you like me to pull these down?"

No more teasing. This time, Sarah just reached over and pulled open my towel, and let it drop to our feet.

There was absolutely nothing between me, my bare penis, and the dozens of fully dressed people in that parking lot below us.

I wasn't hard; my cock was pointed down... but so soon after the sex and the hot water shower, and with Sarah standing there with me in her birthday suit, I was still at full length.

It was very exciting — but also embarrassing — to be standing there with her, both of us completely naked, watching fully dressed people down there on the sidewalks and in the parking lot, talking and laughing... We were protected only by the relative darkness. Seven stories sounds like a lot, but the people down there seemed very close by, to me.

And Sarah was right... if anyone actually looked up directly at us, they would see us both, naked from head to toe. The lights from the parking lot would leave nothing to their imagination.

As we stood there, she with her nipples looking hard, and a cool night breeze playing on my cock and pubic hair, I thought about what would happen if people DID look up, and if those people happened to be, oh, say, my boss and her husband, or two of the secretaries from work? (I would have been more mortified than John Cleese in front of his clients in "A Fish Called Wanda.")

But we were out there for about ten minutes, and as far as I could tell, we weren't spotted.

Sarah was clearly enjoying (and turned on by) the risk. I wondered what else she might have in mind... Maybe starting to stroke me, while we stood out there? Would I let her do that, too?

Finally, though, she just smiled again, put her hand back on my hips, and asked me to come back inside with her. Yes, she was wet, and she wanted to let the wind listen to us while we fucked again.

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I really enjoyed this one! It gives a great romantic and erotic atmosphere- keep up the good work!