Rooftop Exhibitionist Wife Masturbates For Strangers

I’m a 32-year-old married woman whose husband loves showing me off.

On a warm summer night last August we slipped through the stairwell door onto the roof of our downtown apartment building with nothing but a thin cotton sundress on my body and a cheap lounge chair in his hand. The city hummed below us, alive with traffic and neon, while the surrounding rooftops and apartment towers rose like silent witnesses. Windows glowed in every direction. Balconies faced us from three different buildings, some only thirty feet away. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs.

Mark set the chair down near the low parapet, angling it so the city lights would silhouette me. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “They’re already looking, baby. Show them what a good little exhibitionist you are.”

I stood at the edge first, letting the warm breeze press the thin yellow fabric against my breasts. My nipples were already stiff, two dark points visible through the material. I reached behind me, found the zipper, and drew it down slowly. The sound seemed impossibly loud. Inch by inch the dress parted. When it reached the small of my back I let the straps slide off my shoulders. The fabric caught for a second on my hips, then dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of it and stood completely naked under the open sky.

A single light flicked on in a window directly across from us. Then another. I could feel the eyes arriving, dozens of them, anonymous and hungry. My pussy clenched at the thought. Mark moved behind me, hands on my waist, mouth at my ear.