My wife and recently I spent an evening at a five-star hotel. Over dinner and a few drinks we talked about some of the adventurous sexual encounters we’d in the past. Reminiscing about those good times got us both a bit excited. I could see my wife’s nipples perking up in the halter top of her sexy dress and I certainly had a stiff erection. Looking at me seductively, she said, “You know, we’ve never fooled around in an elevator.”

She got up to excuse herself to the bathroom and my eyes followed. I was taken by her petite figure as she sauntered away in a flowing dress with classy heels, accented with tasteful jewelry. Her brunette hair cascaded down the front of her dress drawing attention to her stunning cleavage. On returning, she coyly mentioned that she had removed her underwear.

“Check please!”

We made our way to the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and, luckily, the car was vacant. Once the doors shut, she immediately knelt in front of me while I released my rigid cock from my dress slacks.

With only four floors to the hotel, we needed to work expeditiously. She locked her warm mouth over my swollen member and worked it in and out with her hand. I held her hair back and took in the nice view as her lips curled over my shaft. Her eyes were closed as she expertly worked, enjoying giving as much as I enjoyed receiving.

As we approached the fourth floor she got up. The doors opened but nobody entered so I pressed the button to return to the lobby. She swiftly got back down and I slid my penis over her tongue, back and forth. This time, though, we locked eyes. It was a beautiful, erotic sight. The pleasure was immense but the ride was short as we reached our destination and quickly composed ourselves.

We exited the elevator and turned the corner to one of the hallways that led to meeting rooms. We checked each of the doors, but they were all locked. One of the doors was isolated in an alcove off the hallway. I moved my wife into that area and got down in front of her as she lifted her dress, exposing her finely groomed vagina. She was already moist as I took a long, vertical lick; parting her pussy lips as I did so. In response, she let out a long moan and grabbed my hair.

We continued for a few minutes until we heard movement at the end the hallway. I gave her a final, long stroke and pulled her dress back down. Composing ourselves again, I took her hand and led her down the hallway to a stairwell.

Inside, I pushed her against the railing, got down on my knees and lifted her leg by her thigh. It gave me a great angle to continue licking her dripping pussy. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure. She held my head tight, directing the penetration to where she needed it, softly humming with each pass. We heard a door close as someone entered the stairway on the floor above us. I lowered her leg and we exited through a door into the courtyard.

In the courtyard there was gazebo with 2 egg-shaped suspended wicker chairs. This was a perfect place to continue what we had started.

I placed her in one of the swinging chairs and she was able to easily spread her legs through the side supports. She lifted her dress as I got on my knees. This time I started by inserting two fingers deep inside her as she exhaled loudly.

In and out I penetrated her, back and forth until my fingers were wet with her juices. I leaned in to suck her swollen clitoris as I removed my fingers and placed them in her mouth. She moaned as she cleansed them with her tongue. To replace my fingers, she moved her hand down and began to stimulate herself as I continued to orally pleasure her.

Sensing it was now my turn, she pushed me back.

I stood in front of her as she unzipped my pants and fished out my pulsing cock. I held onto the arms of the chair as she sensually massaged my penis. Softly teasing my bulging head, she tasted the pre-cum that began to leak from all the sexual tension that had been building. Taking me deep into her throat, I was getting lost in the erotic moment, but still managed to spy our surroundings to make sure no one was around. So far, all was clear.

After a few twitches of my cock in her mouth I was getting close to ejaculating, but felt it was too soon. I like to make sure she gets her orgasm before I do.

I pulled my shaft out of her mouth and sat down in the other chair. She stood up, lifted her dress, turned and guided my cock into her from the rear. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position as I grabbed her thighs and slid my cock in and out from behind. Her breaths were getting quicker and heavier as she grabbed onto the chair and pulled me deep inside. We were both on the verge of climax when we heard the door from the hotel to the courtyard opening.

A security guard passing through interrupted us with, “Guys, you can’t do that here.”

My wife slid off me and all she could muster in reply was, “Umm, ok.” He must have had a good look at what was going on, but he didn’t linger while I pulled up my pants.

Now we were really pent up so we headed back to our room. In the elevator, I got on my knees, pushed her to the wall and licked her some more on the ride to the fourth floor.

We hurried to our room and out to a chair on the balcony. She pulled off my shoes and pants and pushed me down. She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts.

Leaning forward she placed my dick between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me. She cupped her hands around her nipples and applied just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense.

Once again I was getting close and needed to make sure to slow down before I went too far. I pulled back and she stood up and took her dress off. In only her high heels and jewels, I entered her from behind as she held onto the balcony railing. As I slowly slid into her, her pussy contacted over my shaft and expanded as I pulled out. While I penetrated her, I massaged the bottom of her vagina with my thumb. Her necklace tapped against the railing and her earrings and bracelets dangled as I pumped her with each thrust. Anyone walking below would have gotten a good view of this show.

The adventurous foreplay of the evening had brought us to our sexual pinnacle. I could feel her tunnel tighten over me as her cries of passion increased. I knew she was close and I could feel it building inside me as well. I pushed faster and deeper until passing the point of no return. I released into her, a draining climax which simultaneously set her off. Her back arched and she let out an uncontrollable scream as her orgasm came in waves.

We stayed in that position for a few moments while our pulses returned to normal and our bodies cooled and relaxed.

We laughed about it later, agreeing that we may actually be exhibitionists. Though we don’t consider ourselves as such, it was indeed thrilling to fool around in this public place while trying to be discreet. Who knows, there may even be some security footage of this erotic evening.