Condo

MY CONDO

When I was young I had a life plan. Of course it had it's set backs and changed often, but at this point I can sit back and feel really pleased about how it's worked out. My name is Amy, and I'm a well educated desirable creature, who has been skilled enough in Real Estate to finally own my own business.

My husband Jack who I adore is the COO of my mini empire and he pretty much runs it, which allows me to luxuriate in a pretty opulent stress free lifestyle. Our relationship can be summed up by saying, that we enjoy each other to the point that when we are separated things can get pretty kinky during our phone calls.

At times he's filmed me, masked of course, masturbating on those calls, or giving him blow jobs when he's home before submitting them on line. I get turned on watching anyone having sex, especially me.

Anyway we live in a 25 story condo that I own, which overlooks the river on one side and an amazing city view on the other. The tenants are generally upwardly mobile individuals, who look for and get great amenities here. Life is good.

One of my favorite areas in the condo is the rooftop. I designed this spacious 2 tier area with a pool large enough to include a grotto, fire pit, running track, ½ court basketball area, and putting greens.

When we first moved in we were the only tenants, but with Jack's marketing skills the condos sold rapidly. The owners and tenants naturally gravitated to the rooftop oasis for games and socializing, and has been utilized pretty much twenty four hours a day.

Exiting the elevator and through the sliding glass doors, I was usually acknowledged by some guys who enjoyed the basketball court. It seems I had become a favorite of theirs since I exhibited my ability to hit from just inside the line fairly consistently. Wink, wink I played basketball in college and was quite good. Usually after declining an invitation to join them, Id return to my usual routine of jogging a couple of miles, showering, then relaxing with a book at the fire pit area. Like I said, life was good.

Today as I came through the glass doors, I was instantly handed the ball from Bill, who was the one who mostly invited me to play. Automatically I took a shot and of course hit it. Pleading for me to join them on a three on three game since one of the guys couldn't make it, I agreed. Now I've shot rounds with them at times, but never competed in a game with them. Quickly calculating my options, I decided to forgo my running and join them.

Bill joyfully blurted to the others that I'd play, which elicited a mixed reaction. Paul asked if I wanted to play on the "Skins" team, I looked down at my chest and replied that I would rather not, adding that the bounce of my boobs might get in the way. Juvenile laughing permeated the group, and I kept my tummy revealing off the shoulder sweat shirt on.

I'd watched them play before, mostly as I passed by while joggingg, noticing that they played an aggressive game. I was fine with that, but when we started it seemed like they were backing off when I had the ball. That lasted a few possessions until I dribbled past one of them, put my shoulder into another, and made a lay up. The guys weren't expecting my prowess to match theirs, so I just smiled as I passed the ball hard at Paul's gut on the skins team. Glaring at me with a grin, he declared "Game on!"

After that the jostling became more aggressive, it felt like my younger days playing with my brother's friends. The body banging and accidental breast contact with some blatant grouping brought back memories, but was more challenging with this group to defend against. I would feint being annoyed but actually enjoyed being casually molested, adding a few crotch hits to my game. It felt good playing as an equal, but with the special attention a girl can conjure up.

Hearing the distinct ring of my phone, I excused myself to take it. Adjusting my tummy revealing boat neck sweat shirt for the umpteenth time, again caught their attention. Jack: Hi love what's happening?

Explaining that he was having dinner with a client and would be home late, he asked what I was up to. Answering loud enough for the others to hear, I told him I was trying out for the Rooftop basketball "Skin's" team. I gestured to the others during the silence that was deafening, that it was my husband. Jack began chuckling once he realized I was pulling his chain, which we often did to each other.

Putting him on speaker, I totally wasn't expecting him to suggest that I hold off on demonstrating my deep throat skills in order to make the team! My face must have reddened instantly as the guys jaws dropped and wide grins emerged as I instantly took him off speaker. Abruptly telling him to enjoy dinner and I'd see him later, I ended the call. Totally embarrassed, I played a little while longer, until I excused myself and headed for the elevator.

The next day I decided to brave my insecurities and go to the roof as usual. Exiting the elevator I was offered the ball, took my shot and missed it. Shrugging my shoulders I blew a kiss at them, then headed for the pool.

Today was going to be a tanning day, and there would be no jogging. There were a few people around the pool as I removed my terry jacket, then laid on my back to read and get some sun. I hated the string ass baring types that were common, so I was comfortable in my marginally ass covering bottom, and my triangle stringed top that was modest to say the least. Eventually I put the book down to close my eyes and soak up the sun.

With the heat from the sun on my skin becoming noticeable, I sat up applied oil over my chest and legs, then turned over to lay on my belly. Reaching back I untied my top, allowing me to feel the fullness of my breasts resting on the towel, while being aware of their bulging along the sides of my body. I knew observers would enjoy the side view of my mammories, since I reveled in being a closet exhibitionist.

I must have dozed when I felt my shoulders being kneaded. It felt good and since I was groggy I didn't react at first, but finally turned my head and was blinded by the sun. Squinting I was able to barely discern that it was my basketball competitor Paul.

Apologizing for interrupting me, he advised that my skin was getting pink and I should put some sun screen on. Still dazed from my sudden awakening, I nonchalantly reached over to grab my lotion. I didn't think about it, but his stare confirmed that I exposed more breast then I anticipated when I handed him the lotion.

Neither of us acknowledged my embarrassing misstep, as he poured the liquid between my shoulders I could feel its flowing along my spine toward the rise of my butt.

Finally arriving at the realization that I had given this casual acquaintance permission to touch my body, a slight surge of excitement permeated my mind, as I fantasized about ways to tease and seduce him.

I squirmed a little at first, but quickly became enamored by the strength of his fingers working the lotion into my flesh. Migrating to my long sinewy legs was relaxing and I was enjoying the attention.

Returning to my waist his fingers extended along both sides, as he slowly maneuvered higher. Squirming slightly again from his touch, I fought to suppress a sigh. I needed to make a decision as the tips of his fingers were obviously contacting the side bulge of my breasts.

I knew what I was doing when I raised my body slightly, inviting him access to my mounds. I wanted to feel him fondling me.

His fingers slid under my body, capturing my hard nipples between them. I didn't suppress the sigh this time, which migrated to a discernible moan.

Paul bent over, nibble on my ear lobe, and placed gentle kisses on my neck while his hands were manipulating my breasts skillfully. I was willingly surrendering, and I imagined the feel of him inside me.

Abandoning my breasts, my hips instinctively moved as he applied pressure to my lower back Moving to my buttocks, he casually slipping his thumb under the edge of my bikini bottom. Not acting alarmed, but actually separating my legs slightly, he moved his thumb to my swollen vulva exploring my wetness.

Gliding it over my slit, I felt the pressure as he pressed it inside slightly before moving higher to circle my stiff clitoris. I was ready to climax when he inserted his other thumb deep inside me. My body shuddered while mini orgasms consumed me. Sensing that I was moaning loud enough for others to hear, I didn't care. I ended by whimpering like a child.

Returning to my breasts, I felt myself coming to my senses as I gasped while I pressed my body against the towel, hampering his access. Looking over my shoulder into his eyes, I stated that this wasn't right, and pleaded for him to stop.

He struggled to pull his hands from my breasts, as I rolled over onto my back covering them with my forearm. I stared at the tenting of his shorts, and apologized for creating his condition. Without a word and a nonchalant expression, he adjusted his cock as he took a deep breath. Staring at my buoyant breasts demonstrating their firmness against my forearms concealing them, he turned and walked away.

I'm not sure what I would have done, if I wasn't in such a public space. Hell I know what I would have done, I would have had him take me. I felt guilty that I led him on, then disappointed him. I didn't think it was repairable.

Heating some leftovers for my husband after he relaxed after work which was pretty much a daily routine, I was trying to find the right moment to talk to him about today. The difference this time was the guilt I was feeling about my interlude with Paul.

After we ate I curled up next to him in the den as we stared at some mindless movie. Asking how my day was, I hesitated. Then I confessed that I wasn't a good girl.

Jack gave me a queried look, then jokingly asked me if I blew any of the guys to make the team? I punched him hard which was accompanied by a stern expression. "Oh, your serious" he said! Concerned he gave me a hug and kiss on the forehead, then asked if I was OK. I replied that I was fine but felt guilty.

This guy amazes me. We've both had fairly innocent dalliances in the past, but we have always been honest with each other about them. I went on to explain enough so he understood the episode with Paul, whose name I didn't give nor the intimate details, confessing that it was a bad decision on my part. Giving me another hug, he rolled off the couch with me to the floor.

Positioned between his legs, I instinctively knew what he wanted, and removed his shirt. Nibbling lower over his chest while lowering his sweat shorts, I looked up at him when my chin contacting his sticky helmet.

Moving my face between his thighs, I started licking and sucking his balls. Working my tongue and mouth higher over the lower side of his hot cock, I hovered my mouth above it's head as I again stared at his face. I have to admit, I thought about Paul at times while I serviced my husband.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he drove my head down, forcing his cock into my mouth. Continuing to control the movement of my head, he continued to almost violently bury his shaft deeper with every thrust.

He seemed to revel while I gagged as his assault continued. Murmuring "Bad girl, bad girl" over and over, he finally blew his load with the initial spurts of cum shooting directly down my throat, then pulled out splaying it over my face. I was conquered and punished for my transgressions. Pushing me to the side, he went to shower.

He'd never reacted like that before. But I can't remember when he came that forcefully before either.

When I got up in the morning Jack had made French Toast, which totally confused me until he apologized for how he acted last night. When I went over to give him a kiss, he gently held me away. Confused I cautiously sat back down.

Explaining that he reacted out of jealousy, he confessed that his client dinner the other night went further than it should have. I glared at him yelling that he was a hypocrite, then rushed to the bedroom to have a cry. Hearing the condo door close as he left, I got up and meandered around the condo numb from the experiences of yesterday, and his revelation this morning.

In a couple of days things began to get back to normal, whatever normal was. There was nothing to talk about since we were both wrong, and we seemed to have forgiven each other, but Jack seemed to probe me about my encounter. I don't think he associated it with anyone I knew, but suspected it was a tenant since it occurred at the pool. After few weeks the inquisition subsided.

On a very humid night sometime after ten, I asked Jack if he wanted to go for a swim. He made some inane excuse and declined. Leaving the bedroom door open enough for him peek in, I stripped seductively, hoping to entice him to join me. Deciding to put on my "For his eyes only" white two piece, which featured a thong that had a minuscule patch that barely covered my slit, I walked past him with a sheer top cover up and a subtle sway, again pouting while pleading with him to join me. He gestured no, I left.

In the elevator I felt a little vulnerable with my skimpy outfit and see threw throw over, also the white triangles barely covering my nipples caused them to stand out due to the shadowing. I pushed forward and went through the glass doors hoping no one I knew would be out there.

Now it was about eleven and I was relaxing in the water, when I heard sounds of people approaching the pool area. Startled, I quickly scurried out of the water, to dry off. It seemed like a group of 20 somethings had the same idea as me on this humid night. Casually greeting me as they passed, the second looks were expected and appreciated. I'm used to it, and feel the exercising I do has been worth it to maintain my girlish figure. This balances my detrimental love of junk food.

Relieved I didn't recognize anyone, I casually found a spot where I could observe the group without being obvious. I enjoy watching the interaction of people, especially the young ones since they can be very awkward acting like players at times.

Observing the frolicking twenty somethings, a nervous tremor overcome me when I noticed Paul and Bill exiting the grotto with a curvaceous giggling girl who was adjusting her top. I felt slightly relieved that they were busy, and hoped to maintain my anonymity.

Suddenly I caught Jack out of the corner of my eye walking toward me. With a big smile I stood and welcomed him with open arms. Crushing me against his body felt good, and we took advantage of the moment with a long passionate kiss, Not unnoticed by a couple of guys, they gestured after their hoots and howls, for us to join them. Jack moved me an arms length away, turned my body toward them farcically pointing out my attributes, then led me with him to the others.

During our flirtatious babbling with our new found friends, Bill approached to greet me. Instantly I introduced him to my husband. It was an uncomfortable moment, but I was happy it wasn't Paul who I had the interaction with. Bill praised my ball handling ability while Jack acknowledged my athleticism, then quickly excused himself.

Confused with my husbands abrupt departure, I attempted to fill the void with abysmal bantering with Bill, until Paul interrupted as he joined us. His arrival coincided with my husband's who had three beers with him. I ignored him and accepted a beer from my husband.

With Paul's introduction complete, our bantering continued until Jack asked if either of the guys were the ones who protected my body with lotion? Paul didn't hesitate to admit it was him, boasting that my skin was supple and smooth and he enjoyed the opportunity to "Protect" it!

I wanted to run and hide as my husband agreed, adding that "Once you've touched her, it's hard not to stop." I fought off looking nervous because of my Jack's response, so I extended my arm and sarcastically asked if they wanted to feel me? The play on words inserted some levity into the tension that seemed to be building, as I brushed Bill's neck with my forearm, asking how it felt. Instead of a quip from Jack, he meandered away and left me with my two basketball guys.

With the music playing and feeling flirtatious, I only had to gesture to have them both join me. Seductively working my body against and between them, encouraged the expected physical contact that was fulfilling the attention void I wanted filled.

Paul had lowered himself to the ground, almost like he was going under a limbo bar, and I moved lower to straddle his face. With my pussy hovering over his mouth, I moved my thong to the side exposing my swollen vulva which he was familiar with. He fulfilled my fantasy and began flicking at it with his tongue. An involuntary moan escaped me.

Bill moved his bulge in front of my face, with a hand slipping behind my top giving my breast a firm squeeze. He blurted how enjoyably "Springy" they were as he explored the other. I giggled as I advised him to check out the puffiness of my areola surrounding my hard nipple. His eyes widened while his finger inspected it's swollen rise. While he rolled, tugged, and pinched them, I signaled what I wanted when I captured his hard cock between my teeth over his trunks. Looking up at him with a hungry expression, he lowered his trunks and waved his cock in front of my face.

Grinning I extended my tongue and circled his helmet with the tip of my tongue, before locking my lips around it. With gentle pressure of his hand on my head, I consumed more of his handsome cock while enjoying his thrusts.

With my pussy being eaten and my mouth filled with meat, my body shuddered before I was consumed with mini climaxes, followed by an overwhelming finale'.

Not being allowed or wanting to repose, Paul inserted his fingers in my sloppy cunt, while Bill extracted his encapsulated cock slowly from my mouth. I looked up at him blurry eyed, slid my body to position my dripping cunt over Paul's hard eight inch cock, then directed "Bill to kneel behind his feet.

With my extremely flexible body I bent all the way back, meekly pleading for Bill to fuck my face. I had already taken Paul's cock deep into my pussy, and captured it with my well exercised Kegel muscle. Being fucked by both of them, I wasn't going anywhere until both of them spewed their seaman into and over my body. They blew their loads within thirty seconds of each other. I felt like an Amazon conqueror.

An encouraging audience had gathered around to witness our poolside threesome, and after Bill shot his load in my mouth and over my face and tits, I voluntarily allowed three of the guys lift me and deposit me at the low end of the pool. I felt my situation might become precarious, as I encouraged this scenario to progress into an orgy, with me being the main attraction. I wasn't sure if my body was ready for more excitement.

Feeling like a puppet as I was positioned between a guys legs who was sitting at the edge of the pool, he took one of my arms than guided me to bend at the waist where I was greeted by his twitching pole's eye staring back at me.

Placing his free hand behind my head he guided me closer to the glistening slit on his bulbous prick. At the same time I began feeling pressure from behind against walls of my expanded vagina, I widened my legs to accept the phallus that was to be buried inside.

Watching the activity at the pool being captured on the security cameras, from the comfort of my condo, my voyeuristic tendencies were being fulfilled by my wife and the interaction of the guests.

The scenario that was initiated by my wife Amy was repeated numerous times, as I reveled in the ensuing coupling occurring around the pool area.

After eating a variety of cock, and being fucked in the low end of the pool numerous times, it seemed she finally was fulfilled and exhausted. Separating her naked body from the depleted number of admirers, she swam to the deep end of the pool.

I didn't notice the two figures shadowing her lithe naked body cutting threw the water toward the other end. When her head broke the water at the edge and cleared her eyes, I noticed her friend Bill standing there with her skimpy swim suit dangling from his hand, and Paul exhibiting a wide grin. I decided to enable the sound for the cameras in that area.

Offering his hand, Paul sarcastically queried if she was in need of one of his famous massages. Looking vulnerable standing naked with a forearm across her breasts and a hand dangling over her pussy, Bill casually handed her a towel.

Relieved, she declined their invitation to join them in the pool grotto. I laughed when Amy sarcastically stated that with the volume of cum she swallowed and sensed being shot up her cunt, they had nothing left to give. Laughing the guys acknowledged that she was right, as she snatched her swim suit from Bill and made her way gingerly around the bodies strewn about the pool, on her way to the elevator.

Sitting naked on the couch with my legs sprawled wide, Amy entered with a broad smile on her face and the towel wrapped around her body. Asking if I captured her escapades on video, I nodded in the affirmative. Clasping the fold of the towel she released it, allowing it to drop to the floor. What a sight she was, as I scanned her curvy firm body with my eyes.

Dropping to the floor she crawled to me like a cat in heat. Purring she nudged her face against my balls. Licking and sucking them, while extending her tongue to the sensitive area between them and my anus, she sent shivers through my body.

With her mouth stationed over my twitching cock, she smiled asking if the video was good enough for a porn site. I nodded while I watched her capture my shaft between her lips. I shot my load deep down her throat as soon as she consumed all of me and her lips touched my balls. My convulsions caused her to gag and choke, but she worked to slurp up ever last drop.

We passed out in bed exhausted, and found ourselves in each others arms the next morning. My mind wandered thinking watching my pool porn and about closing the deal on our next condo.

THE END.

11/2020