Balcony Wife Spreads for the Hotel Crowd

The Caribbean sun had already baked my skin golden by the time my husband Mark wandered off to the pool bar for another round of rum punches. I told him I wanted to nap, but the moment the suite door clicked shut behind him I felt that familiar electric itch between my legs. I stepped out onto our fifth-floor balcony wearing nothing but a tiny white sundress that barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. The warm breeze immediately licked up under the hem and kissed my bare pussy.

I leaned on the railing and looked down. At first it was just a few guys on the neighboring balconies. Then more. Word spread fast. By the time I’d been standing there for thirty seconds, at least forty men were staring up at me from the pool deck, from lounge chairs, from every balcony within sight. Phones were out. Sunglasses lowered. I could feel their collective hunger crawling up my thighs like invisible fingers.

My cunt was already soaked.

The knowledge that all those strange men were watching me, a married woman on vacation with her husband, made my knees tremble. I pressed my thighs together and the slickness between them only grew worse. My nipples stiffened against the thin cotton. I didn’t wave. I didn’t smile yet. I just let them look, let them wonder how far the pretty wife in 512 was willing to go.

That’s when Mark appeared in the open sliding door behind me, drink in hand, eyes wide. He didn’t say a word at first. He just watched me watching them. His cock was already straining against his swim trunks.

The cheers started low. A few whistles. Then a deep voice from the pool shouted, “Lift the dress, baby!” Another joined in. “Show us that married pussy!”