Chapter 4: New York Fun
The next morning, Rick and Lynn are collected by a sleek black town car and driven to the airport. The driver, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sharp suit, greeted them with a respectful welcome and at Heathrow led them directly to the first class lounge taking there luggage to check in for them, them returning with their bording cards.
Lynn has dressed to impress and she also wears the ankle chain given to her by Rick , she's wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, the dress is short and stops just above her knees, the material is sheer and clings to her body, revealing the lace of her black bra and panties underneath. Her legs are adorned with seamed nylon stockings that run up to her thighs, and she wears a pair of black high heels that add an extra inches to her height.
Rick, dressed in a tailored dark suit, looks every bit the sophisticated gentleman, but his eyes are dark with lust and anticipation.
He watches Lynn as she walks towards the first-class lounge, her hips swaying slightly, the sheer material of her dress clinging to her body, the lace of her underwear visible through the thin fabric. The silver chain around her ankle glints subtly, catching the light as she moves.
The flight attendant, a striking woman with a confident stride, greets them warmly, "Welcome aboard, sir and madam. May I offer you a drink before we take off?" Rick glances at Lynn, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and mischief.
The attendant hand them each a bad, which includes headphones, soaps, flannels, perfume, aftershave along with tooth brushes and tooth paste, if you need anything, just ask, I'll be back with your champagne shortly. Rick and Lynn are seated in first class, they have a whole row to themselves, Rick is in the window seat, Lynn is in the aisle seat, they have a small table between them, Rick leans over and whispers "I want you to take your panties off, Lynn".
Lynn looks at him with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She stands up and walks to the toilets and returns and drops her panties into Ricks lap.
She then turns her back to him and lifts her dress up to her waist, exposing her bare ass and the seamed nylon stockings running up her thighs. Rick looks at her with a hungry gaze, his eyes dark and lustful. He reaches out and runs his fingers through the stocking seams, tracing the outline of her ass, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the fabric.
"Fuck, Lynn, you're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. He leans forward and kisses the small of her back, his lips lingering on her skin. Lynn shivers, her body responding to his touch. She turns around saying "lets slow down and see how many others will be flying first class before we get carried away and get kicked off the plane before it even takes off and she sits back down in her seat.
Sadly the flight fills making it very difficult to have some fun on the flight, they enjoy the first class meals and a lot of drinks and decide to try the first class bar, but its stuffed full of old men and they spend the entire time just looking at Lynn and eventually she tell Rick, I love to tease, but they might have to redirect the flight if I did that here, a few look like they are one whiskey away from a heart attack without me putting more strain on them. Lynn takes Rick by the hand and she leads him to the executive rest rooms, she ens the door pulls Rick inside and locks the door behind them. The room a lot larger than the cattle class toilets and Lynn pulls Rick to her and kisses him hard. "you ready to join the mile high club" she asks with a wicked grin. Rick looks down at her and sees Lynn pulling her dress up to her waist exposing her pussy, she's not wearing any panties, just the seamed nylons. Rick's eyes darken as he looks down at her, his cock already hard and pressing painfully against his pants. He drops to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulls her close to his face. "fuck Lynn, you're so fucking wet already" he groans as he inhales deeply, the sweet musky aroma of her arousal fills his nostrils, he can't resist any further he leans forward and flicks his tongue over her clit.
Lynn pulls him up "Rick this needs to be a quicky before we get caught in here, so stop messing around and full me, She lifts herself up onto the counter and opens her legs, Rick wastes no time pulling his erection from his pants and sliding straight into Lynn's already wet pussy.
Lynn's legs wrap around his waist and pulls him in deeper, Rick's hips snap forward and he starts to pound into her, Lynn moaned quietly "oh yes fuck me, fuck me hard Rick". Rick's fucking becomes more urgent, as he speeds up, his cock sinking into Lynn's pussy each time with a wet slap of flesh. Lynn's moans grow louder, she was close to cumming, Lynn could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Rick's cock. Rick could feel her getting tighter, so he pistons his cock into her harder and faster, Lynn moaned louder this time, her body trembling as she neared her orgasm. Lynn pulled him hard to her and kissed him hard on the mouth as she climaxed and she felt Rick explode inside her , shooting his hot cum deep into her womb, and Lynn could feel it filling her up, her muscles clamped down around him milking every last drop from him, making him groan into her mouth as he came.
Rick's hips kept thrusting through his orgasm, his cock buried deep inside Lynn and he could feel her pussy clenching and spasm around him as she rode out her own climax, her nails dug into his back, she arched against him and let out a long shuddering moan. Rick kissed her deeply as they both came down from their high, pressing his forehead to hers.
Lynn whispered, "fuck that was hot" as she pulled her dress back down over her ass and thighs. Rick asked "arn't you going to clean up?" Lynn smiled, "no I want your cun running down my thighs and over my stockings when we arrive in New York". The two left the executive rest room and see the flight attendant that greeted them when they boarded, she looked at them and smiled, she knew exactly what they had been doing and why would she complain, after all this is first class travel.
The rest of the journey passed quickly, they drank a little too much, ate too much and eventually they were landing, things got interesting when Lynn's ankle chain set off the security system, but the guards got a great look at her pussy, when she sat down to remove it, to go through the xray macine a second time.
Rick really enjoyed the show, both Lynn's pussy at close range and the security guard blushing.
They eventually made it to the hotel, the bell boy took them up to the 32nd floor suite, he wasn't the only one eyeing up Lynn on the way up, the hotel manager, the lift operator and another couple that got in at the 26th floor all looked at her and then at each other, knowing looks coming into their eyes.
Rick had been here before, so he tipped everyone well, after they got in the suite and the bell boy left, Rick pulled Lynn into his arms and kissed her deeply. They had a quick review of the room, but after the flight, the time differance and all that booze, they decided on an early night and hit the city hard in the morning.
They unpacked quickly ready to explore the city, but after a quick wash, they were both asleep before nine, both feeling very tired. Early the following morning they both dress, Rick's a little disapointed that Lynn has dolled up in her high heels and nylons, but they have a lot of sight seeing to do and she loves to walk around every square inch of the dept stores, so her simple Tee shirt, no bra and skimpy hot pants along with white trainers will be perfect to show her off and make the day easier on her feet, although he's delighted she still has on her hot wife ankle chain.
They left the hotel suite and took the lift down to the lobby, both feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep, they went into the dining room for breakfast.
The dining room was very busy, lots of couples and business men having breakfast, the ladies were all dressed immaculately in dresses, skirts or trouser suits, but Lynn walking in wearing her tee shirt, no bra, skimpy hot pants and the ankle chain was indeed a breath of fresh air and turned every mans head as she walked to their table.
After a quick breakfast and a lot of coffee and orange juice they spend the morning visiting the highlights, the Empire state building, the Trump tower, take boat to the statue of Liberty and visit the oyster bar in central station. Finally Lynn drags him into the deptment stores and boutiques and she starts trying on very sexy and revealing dresses along with new high heels and lots of new lingerie. It all looks great on her and she wants almost everything she's tried on, by the time they have finished they are loaded with bags and blown around four thousand dollars, just on clothes and shoes.
Exhausted they take a taxi back to the hotel and drop the bags off at the hotel room, its still early evening and Rick wants to visit one more shop to complete the day. Lynn readily agrees and soon they are leaving the hotel and Rick is leading the way, its a few block away and finally Rick opens the door to a shop with totally black ut wndows. Once Lynn is inside she understands why the windows are black out, its a huge sex shop, selling films, dolls, uniforms and every kind of sex toy you can imagine.
Lynn looks around, blushing, this is something she’s never done before. Rick goes to the counter and after a few words with the sales assistant a door opens up and a young man approaches and asks if he can be of assitance. Rick answers "yes my wife would like a few uniforms, nurse, French maid and maybe a Police uniform, along with a few new vibrators, a couple of dildos and one of those jewell ended silver butt plugs.
Please show my wife what you have in stock".
The young lad looked at Lynn, "He's sounds like a fun husband, you'll be the luckiest girl in New York with a fella like him". Lynn smiled and said "well he is keen, but I'm not sure if I'm the lucky one, but I'll take a look."
The young man leads Lynn to the back of the shop, past a wall with lots of different uniforms, and enters the show room, which has lots of glass cabins, with clear doors. He opens one of the cabins and says "well start with this one, come inside and try on the uniforms".
Lynn steps inside and looks around, there is a large armchair, a full length mirror, and a bench to put clothes on, the assistant looks at her and says " a size 10 I think and soon returns with a load of various costumes, along with high heels, fishnet stockings and suspender belts. "feel free to try all of these on and I'll go find the toys that you might like".
Lynn looks in disbelieve when she sees the nurse uniform and the Police uniform, but she takes them from him and places them on the bench. She then strips down to her panties before putting on the nurse outfit. The fabric is crisp white and clings to her curves, the skirt is extremely short and the lace trimmed cap sits perched on her head. She looks so fucking hot that Rick finds that his cock is already hard and tenting his pants. He looks Lynn in the eyes "Robert will love that on you, try the frech maid next and put on those fishnet stockings".
Lynn takes the French maid outfit and see it's made of a super soft black satin, it's a tiny little maid’s dress with a frilled apron and a lace-up corset that hugs her waist and pushes her tits up to look huge, the skirt stops well above her ass cheeks. The fishnet stockings have a delicate seam running straight up the back of her leg, ending at a black lace garter belt that sits just below her ass. With the high heels she selected she now looks tall and elegant.
Rick groans "fuck Lynn you look so fucking hot, I want to bend you over right here in this store and fuck you in that maid outfit. forget the police outfit, the nurse and French maid are perfect, we'll take them, now how about we improve your sex toy collection".
The young man turns to a set of drawers and pulls them open to revealing any array of every type of vibrator and dildo. Rick, starts browsing through the dildos, picking up a few different sizes and textures. Lynn's eyes widen as she sees them, her cheeks flushing as she looks at Rick, who is holding a large black silicone dildo with a realistic looking knot at the base. Lynn picks up a traditional silver vibrator and turns it on and it has a very powerful vibration which she likes. eventually the couple buy two large dildo's one black the other white, both with vibrating functions, two vibrators, one traditional and the other a curved G spot stimulator and the prised silver metal jewel ended butt plug. Lynn also wants a prostate stimulator to use on Rick which has a remote control and a fleshlight for him to jack off with. Finally the assistant asks "who you like to see our speciality section?" Rick answers "yes, my wife is interested in a few things to surprise her husband", Lynn looks at Rick shocked but she's also intrigued. The assistant opens a door and leads them into the private room lined with an array of dildo like they have never seen before. The assist explains "the speciality section has dog, horse, donkey, Lion, whale and even pig dildo, all need lubrication before use and some are very large indeed, especially the stallion horse dildo, that's a monster". Lynn looks at Rick "don't get any ideas, I don't think I want any of these thanks".
Rick finally takes the dog dildo down from the wall, "oh come on this one looks fun, why not, its not huge and it does look like a lot of fun?". Lynn blushes "okay, but just that one, the others look way to big for me to play with". Rick agrees and the assist bags up all the items they have selected Lynn didn't get to see the final total, but even Rick was a little shocked how much it cost to dress his wife like a slut".
The two make their way back to the hotel and shower, Rick wants to eat at the hotels rotating roof top reasurant tonight and he wants all eyes to be on Lynn, not the New York skyline. Lynn selects a red dress with a large split at the side to show off her legs, no bra as it dips too low at the front to show off her breasts, but Rick insists she wear the black fully fashioned seamed stockings and her new red high heeled louboutin shoes and no panties.
Rick selects a charcoal grey suit, tailored to show off his athletic physique, knowing each step he takes will make his cock twitch watching Lynn’s ass sway as they walk to dinner.
The elevator ride up to the restaurant is tense with anticipation. The glass walls of the elevator offer a perfect view of both the approaching guests and the city lights below. Lynn can see their reflections in the glass, her dress riding up slightly as she steps in. She catches Rick’s eye in the reflection and smirks, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "You look absolutely edible, Lynn.
Tonight, they’re going to get a real show—New York’s finest dining with the most beautiful wife in the city. You’ve got that dress riding up just enough to tease that your wearing stockings and enough to make every man in here wish he were me."
Lynn’s smile turned wicked as she reached behind her, slowly adjusting the hem of her dress, pulling it up just enough to tease—but not enough to expose. "Oh, is that a challenge?" she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.
They are soon seated close to the window and Lynn is suprised that its only the outer ring of tables that rotate around the building, she thought the whole restaurant turned. Rick smiles at her "I booked a table on the rotating platform, so everyone in the restaurant will be treated to a glimpse of my of my hot wife thoughtout the evening. Lynn looks deep into his eyes "well I guess I should give them something to look at". Rick watches as she shifts in her seat lift her dress a little so that her stocking tops are exposed "so hubby are you happy now".
She asks with a wicked grin on her face. Rick's cock twitches in his pants "yes, your perfect. You're sexy as fuck and I want all eyes on you." He signals to the waiter who brings over a bottle of white wine that Rick ordered and two glasses. Rick pours them both a glass and hands one to Lynn. "To my beautiful wife," he says lifting his glass and taking a sip. Lynn smiles and clinks her glass against his, taking a sip herself. They sit in silence for a moment just looking at each other, the anticipation and heat between them growing.
The waiter clears his throat and asks if they are ready to order.
Rick and Lynn make their choices, Rick finally says "perhaps just teasing as out table rotates around the room with a flash of your stocking tops is enough, we don't want to get into trouble on our first night here".
Lynn let out a low laugh, the sound carrying just enough for the couple at the next table to glance over. "You started this, Rick. You dressed me like this, put that chain on my ankle, and now you want me to behave?"
"I want you to be smart about it," he said, reaching across the table and taking her hand. "We've got a whole week. I don't want to get thrown out of the only restaurant in New York that rotates."
The waiter arrived with their starters, a delicate crab cake for Lynn and a seared scallop dish for Rick. Lynn took a bite and let out a soft moan of appreciation. The businessman two tables over nearly choked on his steak.
Rick watched the man's eyes travel from Lynn's face down to the split in her dress, where the top of her seamed stocking caught the light. Rick's cock thickened in his trousers. He loved this. He loved the way other men looked at his wife, the hunger in their eyes, and that they would never have her. Not unless he allowed it.
The restaurant rotated slowly, and as their table passed a group of men in suits, Lynn crossed her legs with deliberate slowness. The men stopped talking mid-sentence. One of them spilled his wine.
"You're a menace," Rick murmured, taking a sip of his wine.
Lynn smiled, all innocence. "I'm just having dinner with my husband."
They made it through the main course, a fillet steak for Rick and a seared salmon for Lynn, without any incident more serious than a waiter dropping a tray of drinks when Lynn leaned forward to ask for more water. By the time dessert arrived, a chocolate fondant that Lynn insisted on feeding to Rick across the table, the entire restaurant had seen the flash of her stocking tops at least three times.
"Ready to go back to the room?" Rick asked, his voice low.
Lynn finished the last bite of her fondant, licking the spoon slowly. "I thought you'd never ask."
They took the glass elevator down, the city lights of New York spread out beneath them like a glittering carpet. Lynn pressed herself against Rick's side, her hand sliding down to rest on his thigh, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through his trousers.
"Patience," Rick said, his voice strained.
"I've been patient all night," Lynn whispered against his ear. "I've been a good girl. I've let all those men stare at me. Don't I deserve a reward?"
The elevator doors opened onto their floor. Rick took Lynn's hand and led her down the corridor, fumbling with the key card as Lynn pressed her body against his back, her hand reaching around to grab his cock through his pants.
"Fuck, Lynn, give me a second."
The door clicked open and they tumbled inside. Rick kicked the door shut and pushed Lynn against the wall, his mouth crashing into hers, his hands gripping her ass through the thin material of her dress.
"Strip," he growled against her lips. "Strip for me, right there in the window."
Lynn looked past him at the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that made up the corner of their suite. The city lights blazed beyond it, and she could see the windows of the two hotels across the park, dozens of tiny lit rectangles.
"You want them to see me?"
"I want them to see everything." Rick walked to the windows and pulled the curtains fully open. "Look at that view. Look at all those windows. Somewhere out there, men are looking in. They can see the corner suite of this hotel. They might see you."
Lynn hesitated for just a moment, then reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The red fabric pooled at her feet. She stood in nothing but her seamed stockings, her heels, and the silver chain around her ankle.
"Like this?" she asked, turning slowly so he could see every inch of her, the curve of her ass, the flash of her bare pussy.
"Fuck," Rick breathed. "Now come here."
She walked toward him, her hips swaying with each step of her heels. The window was cold against her back when Rick pressed her against it. She could feel the vibration of the city through the glass, the hum of New York below.
"They can see the outline of you from the other buildings," Rick said, his voice rough. "You're gorgeous."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, parting her thighs with his hands. Lynn looked down at him, then past him, at the lights of the city and the windows of the buildings that faced theirs.
"Do it," she breathed. "Fuck me right here where they can see."
Rick lifted her leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and leaned in to taste her.
Lynn's pussy was slick and ready when his tongue found her clit. Rick ate her slow at first, flat licks over the swollen bud, then tighter circles, his fingers digging into the soft meat of her thigh where it hooked over his shoulder. Her back scraped the cold glass and she didn't pull away from it. She braced harder, spreading her feet wider apart in her heels, giving the whole of Manhattan a view of her dripping cunt with her husband's face buried in it.
"Oh fuck, Rick, that's it," she gasped, one hand fisted in his hair, the other pressed flat against the window like she was holding herself up. Her tits swung free with every shudder of her body, nipples hard in the chill. "Right there, don't stop, right fucking there."
Rick worked two fingers into her while his tongue flicked her clit, curling them up against that spongy spot inside her. Her moans came faster, louder, echoing off the glass. He pulled his mouth away just enough to speak, his breath hot on her wet flesh.
"Look up, baby. Look at those buildings. Somebody's watching you come right now."
Lynn lifted her head, eyes glazed, and stared across the park at the scattered lit windows. Somewhere in one of them a figure stood still, small at this distance but unmistakably facing them. Her orgasm hit like a wave. She cried out, hips bucking against Rick's face, her pussy flooding over his fingers, her whole body shaking against the window as she rode it out. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming with him watching, oh God."
Rick stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and unbuttoned his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, the head already gleaming. He gripped her hips and turned her roughly to face the glass.
"Hands on the window. Both of them." He kicked her feet apart with his shoe. "Wide, Lynn. Let him see you take it."
She pressed her palms flat to the glass, the seams of her stockings perfectly straight down the backs of her thighs, the silver chain catching the lamplight on her ankle. Her breath fogged the pane in ragged little clouds. She looked back over her shoulder at him, eyes blazing.
"Then do it. Shove that cock in me and fuck me hard enough for him to see it on my face."
Rick rubbed his swollen head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her, then drove in to the hilt in one stroke. Lynn screamed and slammed forward against the glass, her tits squashing flat against it, nipples dragging on the cold pane. Rick set a brutal pace immediately, hips slapping against her ass with a wet smack on every thrust, his balls swinging into her clit.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her over and over, her lips stretched pink and glistening around his shaft. "Watching you flash those men at dinner got you this wet? Knowing the whole restaurant saw your stockings?"
"Yes. Yes. I wanted them to see," she panted, each word punched out of her by a thrust. Her ass rippled against him. "Wanted them all to picture bending me over their table."
Rick grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, arching her so her face tilted up toward the sky and her tits lifted off the glass. He hammered into her, the slap of their bodies loud in the suite, drowning out the faint hum of the city below.
"They can see your face now. See you getting fucked like a slut on the thirty-second floor." He released her hair and reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit. "Come on my cock, Lynn. Milking it like the dirty wife you are."
Her second orgasm tore through her so hard her knees nearly buckled. Rick wrapped an arm across her chest and held her up, buried balls-deep, feeling her pussy clamp and spasm around him in relentless waves while she sobbed out her pleasure against the window. The figure across the park was still there, still watching.
"You saw that," Lynn gasped, dazed, staring at the window. "He saw the whole thing."
Rick groaned deep in his chest. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her, her back against the glass, her legs hooked over his arms, her dripping pussy hovering above his cock. He sank her down onto him in one long, slow stroke until his balls pressed against her ass.
"Ride me," he rasped. "Show him what a hot wife looks like."
Lynn rolled her hips, using her heels for leverage, riding him with long, deep strokes, her tits bouncing inches from his chin. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it, and she moaned and fucked him harder, the glass shuddering faintly behind her.
"Inside me," she begged. "I want your cum in me again. I want it dripping down my stockings when I stand at this window."
Rick's hips drove up to meet hers, faster, erratically, his breath tearing out of him. He buried his face against her neck and thrust up one last time, hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, rope after rope of hot cum flooding her womb. Lynn moaned long and low, grinding down on him to take every drop.
He set her on her feet slowly. She turned back to the window, legs trembling, and stood facing the city, his cum already beginning to seep down her inner thigh, catching on the top of her seamed stocking. Across the park the watching window had gone dark.
Rick laughed softly behind her, kissing her shoulder. "Looks like you wore him out too."
Lynn smiled and pressed her hand over her pussy, feeling the heat of it all. "Then we'll just have to find a fresher audience tomorrow."
Rick then pulled up a chair in front of the window, he pushed Lynn back into it then lifted her legs over the arms of the chair, he then retrieved her vibrator from there shopping, put the batteries in and handed it to Lynn, "now show them how you make yourself cum as you get my cock hard ready for round two" as he he pushed his wilting cock into her mouth.
Lynn closed her lips around the soft head of his cock, her tongue sweeping over the slit, tasting herself and him mixed together. The vibrator buzzed between her thighs, pressed flat against her clit, and she moaned around his shaft. The sound vibrated up his length and Rick groaned, his hand fisting in her hair.
"That's it, baby. Suck me back to life while you get yourself off."
She worked him with slow, deliberate strokes, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. His cock thickened against her tongue, filling her mouth inch by inch. Above her, Rick stared down the length of his body at her, at the way her hips rolled in the chair, at the silver vibrator pulsing against her slick flesh. Her legs were spread wide over the arms, her pussy on full display to the city beyond the glass.
He looked up. Across the park, a window in the nearer of the two hotels had lit up. A dark figure moved past it, paused, then turned toward them.
"We've got a new audience," Rick said, his voice rough. "He's watching you touch yourself, baby. Give him a show."
Lynn pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She looked up at him, lips swollen and glistening. Then she turned her head toward the window, and with deliberate slowness, she slid two fingers of her free hand into her dripping cunt. She held his gaze through the reflection as she pushed the vibrator deep inside herself, the shaft disappearing into her wet heat.
"God, you're so fucking filthy," Rick breathed, stroking his cock as he watched her. "You love this, don't you? Being watched."
"I love it," she confessed, rolling her hips against the vibrator, using her fingers to spread herself open for the distant audience. "I love knowing he's jerking off watching me make myself come. I wish I could see his face. Want to see him watching your dirty wife get herself off in the window."
Rick's cock stood rock hard now, thick and pulsing in his fist. He stepped forward, out of her reach.
"Don't come yet," he ordered. "Keep the edge. Keep working that cunt until I tell you."
Lynn moaned, pressing the vibrator deeper, her legs trembling on the chair arms. She flicked her clit with her thumb, then her fingers, slow circles that made her hips buck. Her tits bounced with every shiver. She arched her back, showing off for the glass, for the watcher across the park.
"Look at him," Rick said, nodding toward the window. "He hasn't moved. He's got a hard-on bigger than mine, probably. Watching my wife finger her pussy on the thirty-second floor."
"I'm close," Lynn gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh fuck, I'm so close, Rick, please."
"Then look at him. Look right at his window and come for him."
Lynn lifted her head, her eyes finding the lit window across the park. The figure stood there, motionless, facing her. She held his gaze as her orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing, her heel digging into the chair arm as she screamed. The vibrator buzzed against her walls, driving her through wave after wave, her pussy flooding over her hand. She kept her eyes locked on that distant window the whole time, letting him watch her come apart.
"Fuck," Rick groaned, stroking his cock faster. "That was beautiful."
Lynn slumped in the chair, panting, the vibrator still buried inside her. Her legs fell open, her pussy swollen and glistening, cum and juice smeared over her inner thighs. She looked up at Rick, her eyes dark and heavy.
"Your turn," she said. "I want you to bend me over this chair and fuck me until you have nothing left. So he can see every second of it."
Rick grabbed her hips and pulled her forward in the chair. He didn't lift her. He turned her around, her chest pressed to the padded back, her ass high in the air. He kicked her feet wide apart, the heels of her shoes squeaking on the floor. Then he was behind her, his cock pressing at her entrance, already slick with her juices.
"Hold onto the chair," he said, and drove in.
Lynn cried out, her fingers digging into the upholstery. He set a deep, punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against her thighs. His thumb found her clit and rubbed in tight circles. Lynn pushed back against him, wanting it deeper, harder, wanting him to take her like he owned her.
"Is he watching?" she gasped.
Rick turned to the window. Across the park, the figure had moved closer to his own glass, pressed against it, watching.
"He's watching," Rick confirmed. "He's watching me fuck my wife's cunt. He's probably wishing he was me."
Her pussy clamped down on his cock and she came again, hot and fast, her body jerking against him. Rick fucked her through it, his strokes getting sloppier, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He grabbed her hips hard and buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he emptied into her.
He stayed inside her until he softened, then pulled out with a wet sound. His cum spilled from her, running down her thigh, soaking into the seam of her stocking. He turned her around in the chair and knelt in front of her.
"You okay?" he asked.
Lynn nodded, breathless, her chest heaving. She looked past him at the window. The light across the park went out.
"He's done for the night," she said with a lazy smile. "But I'm not. Not yet." She leaned forward and kissed him, slow and deep, her hand sliding down his chest. "We've got all week, Rick. And I want to give every window in this city a show."
Rick pulled the camera out of the bedside draw, a compact black body with a lens hood he'd bought for the trip. He hadn't mentioned it. He hadn't planned to bring it out tonight, but seeing her like this, glistening and spent in the window light, he couldn't stop himself.
Lynn's eyes found it and widened. "You brought a camera?"
"I brought a camera," he confirmed, thumbing the power switch. The lens ring glowed green. "You think I was going to bring my hot wife to New York and not get some footage of her?"
Her lips curled. She didn't hide herself. She sat up a little straighter in the chair, her thighs still open, his cum glistening on her inner thigh. She pushed two fingers idly through it, drawing the slickness up toward her clit.
"Then film me," she said. "Film me touching myself for you."
Rick lifted the camera, her image filling the small screen. The low light of the hotel suite made her skin glow, the city lights behind her a blue and gold backdrop. She looked straight into the lens as she slid her fingers through her swollen folds, spreading herself so the camera could see everything.
"That's it," he murmured. "Show me that pretty pussy, baby."
She leaned back, one heel hooked over the arm of the chair. She pulled her lips apart with her fingers, showing him the pink inside, the way his cum seeped out of her in a slow ribbon. Her other hand found her clit and rubbed it in slow, tight circles.
"You like watching me?" she asked the lens, her voice low and breathy. "You like seeing your wife's cunt spread open for you?"
"Fuck yes," Rick breathed. He circled the chair, getting the shot from a different angle, her profile against the glass, the city behind her.
Lynn angled her body toward him, giving him a view of her tits and her face and the hand working between her thighs. She bit her lip as she found a rhythm, her hips rolling gently in the chair.
Then she turned to face the window, her whole body presented to the dark beyond, and she put on a show for the invisible watchers. Her back arched, her tits lifting, her heels planted wide on the arms of the chair as she fucked herself on her own fingers.
Rick moved to the shopping bag, he pulled out the large black dildo, put some batteries in it and handed it to Lynn along with a small bottle of lube. "How about you show the city how you love playing with a big black dildo while god knows how many people watch and jack off".
Lynn took the dildo in both hands and weighed it. It was thick, veined, longer than Rick's cock and heavier than she expected, the black rubber cold against her palms until her fingers warmed it.
"Christ, Rick. You bought a monster."
"Only the best for my wife." He lifted the camera, the little green ring glowing. "Lube it up. Slow. Let them see you do it."
She uncapped the bottle and poured a generous slick into her palm. Her fist closed around the shaft and worked it from base to tip with a wet, glistening sound, her wrist twisting so the light caught the shine of it. She kept her eyes on the window the whole time, chin lifted, watching the lit rectangles across the park.
A second window came on in the nearer hotel. Then a third.
"Look at that," Rick murmured. "You've got an audience, baby. Two of them now."
"Three." Lynn nodded past his shoulder. A light had flickered on high in the other tower, a silhouette standing square in the frame, arms loose at his sides.
Rick stepped back with the camera on his shoulder. "Then give them what they came for."
Lynn planted her heels on the arms of the chair and slid down until her ass hung over the edge of the seat. She pressed the fat head of the dildo against her cunt and let it push, the ring of muscle giving slowly, her whole body tensing. Her breath hissed out through her teeth.
"That's it," Rick said. "Take it slow. Let them watch you open up."
She worked it in an inch at a time, her jaw tight, until the widest part of the head popped inside and she gasped and arched off the chair. Her pussy stretched pink around the black rubber. She pushed further, easing it deep, and her hand slid down the shaft until her knuckles pressed her own lips.
"Fuck, it's so big," she panted. "It's filling me right up."
"Now fuck yourself with it. Nice and slow, so the cheap seats can follow."
She drew it out until only the tip stayed inside her, then sank it back in with a long, wet groan. The rhythm built. Her heels dug into the chair arms, her tits rocked with every stroke, her thigh muscles bunching under the seamed stockings. The chair creaked on the carpet. Wet noises filled the room.
Rick filmed from the side, then from behind her, the camera catching the black shaft sliding in and out of her cunt, the slick shining on her lips, the silver chain jumping on her ankle as she rode the toy.
"How many are watching now?" Lynn asked, her voice ragged.
"Five. Maybe six. Two of them are definitely wanking. Look, that one's got his hand in his shorts."
She turned her head and found the window across the park, the figure there moving slightly now, arm working. The sight of it made her hips jerk and the dildo punched deeper. She cried out.
"Rick. Rick, come here."
He set the camera on the dresser, still running, and stood along side her, his cock so hard it hurt. She took him in her free hand and guided him down, and he pushed into her mouth while the dildo still pumped below. Her cheeks hollowed around him. She moaned long and low and the vibration rolled up his shaft.
"Fuck," he grunted, both hands in her hair. "Suck it. Suck it while you stuff that cunt."
She did, lips sealed tight, tongue flat, taking him to the back of her throat and holding while her thumb worked her clit. Her hips stuttered. Her whole body tightened.
"Don't," Rick said. "Not yet. Not until I say."
She pulled off him with a wet gasp, a thread of spit breaking on her chin. "Please."
"Keep going. Keep it right on the edge."
She slowed the dildo, drawing it out and holding it just inside, trembling all over, her eyes on the window across the park. "He's got his cock out," she whispered. "I can see him stroking it."
"Then let's give him something to finish to." Rick slid down off the chair and knelt between her feet. He pushed her hand out of the way and took the dildo himself, seating it deep and then driving it into her, hard, over and over, his fist slapping her soaked flesh.
Lynn screamed. The sound went straight out through the glass.
"Now," Rick said. "Now, Lynn. Come for every fucking window in this city."
She bucked and sobbed and came, her pussy clamping on the black rubber, her heels drumming the chair arms, her tits shaking. Rick kept pumping the dildo until she collapsed, gasping, and shoved his hand away.
He got to his feet, took up the camera and swung it to the window. "He's finished. He's leaning on the frame. He got his money's worth."
Lynn lay sprawled in the chair, the dildo still half in her, her chest heaving. "I need a minute," she said, laughing weakly. "I need a minute, then we can talk about what's next. but that will be for tomorrow, I'm exhausted and need some sleep baby". Rick slowly pulled the dildo from Lynn's pussy and helped her to the bed, she was so exhausted she fell asleep still wearing her stockings and heels. Rick took off her heels but left her stockings on and covered her with the duvet. He walked over to the huge windows, waved at the imaginary crowd and joined Lynn in bed. Soon the two were fast asleep.