Tingles shot through her toes as she watched this girl watch her. On stage, the solo sub could easily see some hardcore action, complete with wet skin slapping and eager little moans bouncing out of that girl’s mouth. Yet instead she chose to watch Lana Andrews, an almost-forty woman, spread her legs, show off her goods, and let a man fuck her with one – no, two now – fingers. Lana let a groan roll out of her chest as she pulled one of her nether lips aside with her fingers and fell deep into the trap of making exhibitionist love with her husband.
“Fuck me harder,” she hissed at him, pleased to feel him instantly thrust into her harder, more depraved with every passing second. More than one person watched them. That only fed into Lana’s need to have sex, and she didn’t care with whom.
She had no idea when her exhibitionism took a hold of her. Lana always had a “bad” streak in her when it came to the more taboo sides of sex. I was eighteen when I had sex in public for the first time. And that really meant public! Her then-boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off her at a house party. When he suggested he take her right there in the hallway, Lana hadn’t hesitated in saying yes. Next thing she knew, she was claimed in front of a whole fraternity – and all that mattered was the thrill it gave her.
People loved sex. They loved watching others have sex. They loved thinking about sex, having sex, anticipating sex. There was a reason voyeurism was so prevalent to certain degrees. Lana was a betting woman, and she was willing to bet that many of those same voyeurs harbored fantasies of exhibitionism as well. Yet what most people didn’t know was that you didn’t have to be hot to get some in public. All you had to be was ready and eager. The happy watchers came on their own.
That’s why God blessed the good green Earth with clubs like The Dark Hour. So kinky fetishists like Lana Andrews could get fingered by her husband in front of their corner of the room.
The fact that some people would rather watch her than the show on stage made her feel even hotter. She thrust her hips against her husband’s fingers, taking them into her and feeling everything become even tighter. Ken groaned in her ear. Lana hooked her hand around the top of his tie and pulled, bringing him closer so he could kiss her throat.
You all wish that this man were your husband. See how he works me? The perk to having one of the tightest cunts around was that anyone watching would think Ken’s two modest fingers were the ticket to paradise. The way Lana clenched around them felt heavenly, as if her pussy had craved nothing more than these two specific fingers sent straight from the angels above.
Of course, it took more than a couple of digits to make her come so hard that her G-spot quivered in delight. It took a man who knew her body so intimately that he knew exactly how to stroke her, at what angle, and what to do with his mouth and words while he fucked his wife into another plane of existence. And, of course, any man who was going to give a woman a G-spot orgasm of her life did well to remember that it existed in the first place. And Ken never forgot. It helped that, for all of Lana’s biological hang-ups downstairs, she was blessed with an easy to reach G-spot.
“That’s it, baby,” Ken growled into her ear. His fingertips took her, over and over, filling her, reaching deep within her, and stroking the most intimate parts of her body that she had ever shared with anyone. “Come for me right here.”
Lana squeezed his tie and closed her eyes. She could feel the eyes of others on her, fueling her desire to perform for them. Bucking hips, rolling thighs, curling feet, and a mouth that wouldn’t close because she was too busy thinking about coming to think of how she looked.
Fuck!
Sometimes, orgasm turned a woman like Lana Andrews into a wild, uncaged creature who couldn’t be controlled by the best handler in the universe. This happened that night, when her husband drew a hard, unforgettable orgasm out of her. It zipped, no, tore through her, leaving no mercy in its wake as it tightened her abdomen and pussy both. “Ken!” she cried, nearly strangling him with his tie. “Ken!”
She felt more eyes on her. People who were summoned by her pealing voice and her plea for him to fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore. The show was long over on stage – the Dom came hauled his sub off the stage, so people needed someone to watch.