Going Public Ch. 2
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"I'm coming," screamed Alex, and began smashing his hips against my ass at NASCAR speed.
I felt his dangling hairy balls swinging wildly between my thighs. They were both coming. I needed to come. I grabbed my dick and wildly started to pull on it. In two pulls, my cum gushed out in waves all over the sheet. I was that excited.
We all collapsed on the pillows, side by side. I was in the middle. Lucky Pierre. We rested a few minutes, saying nothing. Then Alex stretched across my chest and kissed Emily on the mouth. I could feel his ribs against my own. Then he lifted up slightly and I thought he was just going to lie back down, but no. Suddenly, he crawled on top of me and thrust his tongue into my mouth.
"You're the best faggot I ever had," he told me.
"Thank you," I said. What kind words. I was grateful. I dug my tongue into his mouth and we kissed for a few minutes.
"I suppose I'd better be getting back. I've got to get up early for my meeting."
Emily and I watched as he pulled on his polka-dotted boxers. The long floppy appendage disappeared behind the cotton. We hated to see it go. He put on the rest of his clothing and we walked him to the door and locked it behind him.
"Well?" Emily asked. "How was it?"
"It was great," I answered enthusiastically. "When can we do it again?"
"Next week when I come over, she told me." I could hardly wait.
In the next few months we had over a dozen visitors. All handsome, young family men from distant small towns. All delighted to have stumbled on the forbidden thrills of the big naughty city.
I fucked, I got fucked. I sucked. I got sucked. Emily sucked. Emily got fucked. Emily received many oralsex orgasms. We had a good thing going. When it had been just the two of us, we had settled into a comfortable routine. But now every time was an adventure. We never knew whom we were going to entice. Suppose it were someone unattractive? Suppose it were someone very very old? It never was. We did hope that one night we might attract a couple, but that never happened. I guess a couple is in bed fucking, not looking out the window.
Emily's annual vacation was approaching. She was going to visit her sister in California. For two months. I eyed the calendar with dread. What would I do without my Emily? I would be all alone. No sex. No excitement. No adventure. I realized that I had gotten hooked on all of this. I loved tantalizing voyeurs. How would I ever live through Emily's vacation?
After Emily departed, I slept with the drapes drawn. I slept badly. A thought occurred to me. I knew it was ridiculous, but why not? One day I did the unthinkable. I went into a sex shop.
That night, I came up and got undressed. I opened the drapes and stared up as far as I could see. Between my apartment and the hotel, if you looked straight up, you could almost see the stars. I climbed on my bed and faced my picture window. I took out the dildo I had bought that morning. I opened a tube of lubricant. I worked that thing into my ass. Then I withdrew it. Then I worked it in and out. All the time, I was staring at the windows across the street.
Just because Emily wasn't here, that didn't mean that I couldn't do a performance. This was performance art, and I was now a performance artist, I reasoned. Maybe I wouldn't be getting an artist's grant from the National Council on the Arts, but I could still perform. Perhaps somewhere in this great world, maybe even across the street, I would find an audience.
I licked my lips and made inviting faces as I looked into all those windows. I rolled over onto my belly and stuck a pillow under my middle. My ass was now raised up. I reinserted the dildo and started slowly moving it in and out, in and out. Did a curtain just move in 2138? I could swear that it had. Yes. It was fluttering rhythmically. As if someone were jerking off. Jerking off, watching the flesh-colored, penis-shaped, plastic dildo moving in and out of my wanting hole.
I was so excited, I started stroking my cock, but they couldn't see that. I was lying face down. I was so excited I could have shot off then and there, but I didn't. I wanted to see how far I could take this. I turned my head and looked straight up at room 2138. I smiled. I started to hunch my ass, fucking my pillow. All the time I was smiling up at room 2138. I had an audience. This was so great.
Now was the big test. I reached over to the night table and got the phone. I pressed out the hotel's number. When the operator answered, and said "Shelton Hotel, I said, "Room 2138, please." It rang.
The curtain stopped moving. Someone was picking up the phone. "Hello," he said. It sounded like a young guy. Another suburban husband, no doubt.
"Hi," I said in a low sexy voice. "Do you like what you see?"
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