Tempting the Fates

Tempting the Fates

A True Erotic Confession…

Although not full-fledged exhibitionists, my husband and I have discovered that the occasional risk – no matter how remote – of getting caught in flagrante delicto adds a little spice to our sex live. So when a situation presents itself, we usually like to tempt the fates and indulge.

We reside in the suburbs and the street where our two-story home is situated is often brimming with activity during the warmer months. Our bedroom, located on the second floor, has two large 5-foot windows overlooking the street with our bed positioned on an adjacent wall nearby.

Early one summer evening, after having taken a bubble bath to wash away the heat of the day, I stepped into the master bedroom. There on the bed, with his back against the headboard and wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a mischievous smile, sat my husband.

“Take off the towel.” He instructed.

“The windows and blinds are open.” I countered.

“I know, he replied, “I am the one who opened them.”

“Just to enjoy the cool evening breeze or did you have something a little more daring in mind?” I inquired with a wicked grin of my own.

“Both” he said as he made his way toward me.

Although the neighbors across the street were entertaining guests on their front porch and there was a regular stream of passersby walking by the front of our home, I knew that unless we were right in front of the windows, it would be difficult for anyone to see up and into our bedroom. But the slight possibility that it COULD happen was enough to send an adrenaline-fueled shiver down my spine.

“Sounds exciting” I replied as I removed the towel and let it drop to the floor.

“Oh I am sure it will be especially since you will need to be very quiet or else risk us being discovered. Do you think you can do that?” my husband challenged with a glint in his eye.

Well I hadn’t considered that. It is not that I am screamer by any means but I do tend to be  a tad vocal during sex. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so easy after all. But I wasn’t about to tell my husband that.

“I’ll see what I can do.” I responded.

“I guess we will see” was all he said as he leisurely traced a finger up my naked arm and leaned over to kiss my neck.

Oh yes, it seemed this was going to indeed be a challenge.

 After taking time to worship my mouth with his own; my husband led me to the side of the bed furthest from the windows. “Turn around, place your hands on the bed and spread your legs” he whispered from behind me. I immediately did as I was told and realized that he had purposely chosen that location so that we could see outside perfectly.  

Once I was in position, my husband began to slowly trail wet kisses down my spine while his hands massaged my fully breasts. He took his time showering my upper body with licks, nips and kisses. When the breeze blew in from the windows and touched the dampness of my skin left by his mouth, it intensified the sensations; adding to my arousal.

Kneeling down between my spread legs, my husband continued his oral attentions by kissing and caressing my buttocks, thighs and that ticklish spot behind my knees. An unintentional whimper escaped my lips.

“Still think you are going to be able to keep quiet?” My husband chuckled quietly.

“Yes, I do”.

“We’ll see.” he taunted