Hotel sex in the window[m/f] | 2016

The best sex we have is always in a hotel.

It happens maybe only once a year, but we both know it's going to be fun when we get back to the room at night. We dress a little better, drink a little more, and it's fun getting horny all night knowing some of our filthiest sex is in store.

My wife is always freshly clean shaven in preparation. She gets wet walking around and I can't wait to pound that bald pussy.

I'll share a time when we stayed in NYC. It was a cold December night and the room was very nice, near the corner of the block so we could look down and see the hustle and bustle of Times Square.

We finished our last drink at the hotel bar and headed up. As soon as we got in the door, I get all her clothes off. Lots of layers on a bitterly cold night. She starts to help me take off her leggings, when I stop her and tell her to leave them on for now. A bit confused, she says OK and lets me tease her. She's topless on the bed with just tight, light blue, fishnet-ish leggings hugging her perfect bubble butt. (My wife is only 5 feet tall, but stacked: award winning ass, DD tits, sexy smile with dimples, and big juicy lips). The light blue looks hot against her brown skin. I go down on her and lick her wet pussy through the material. It's driving her crazy and she begs me to take them off and sink my cock into her. I had packed scissors just for this occasion. I grab them from the bag, cut a slit over her soaking pussy, and tear a nice big hole in them. I go back with my tongue now on her smooth lips and bring her to the brink of cumming.

She cries out for me to fuck her there on the bed, but I get her on her knees to give me a quick blowjob first. Just a few seconds to feel those juicy lips around my cock, her moaning while it's in her mouth.

This is already way hotter than our regular sessions with the anticipation, and her torn leggings exposing her dripping pussy. Why keep it to ourselves? I bring her over to the large hotel window and open the curtains. There is a couch that sits right under it, so I position her facing the window with knees on the couch as I stand behind her. It's Saturday night so the streets are packed 20 floors below, and the office building that we face has an entire facade of darkened offices only thirty feet away. Our room lights are on and if you spotted our room in the sea of NYC windows, you were going to get a show.

I finally sink in from behind and it feels fantastic on her bald pussy. I lay into her and she is screaming, palms on the window, tits swinging just above the couch line with her nipples grazing the back on each swing. I smack her ass and manhandle her hanging tits. We can see our reflection in the nighttime window, and when I look down, she is still in her leggings, getting fucked through the hole I tore. Anybody looking could see this, but our drunken courage and and animal sex had taken over where we weren't nervous at all.

We changed positions and pace for a bit on the couch, but as I got closer to cumming, we wanted to give one more show to whoever might be watching. I pushed the couch over a few feet so we could stand parallel with the window. She bent over again with her hands on the couch arm, as I stood behind her giving the window a side view. I fucked her from behind again to get her tits swinging, put my thumb in her ass, and she cummed again face down in the couch. It was my turn and I asked her to get on her knees. Right in front of the window, she deepthroated me until I was ready to unload. I jerked off as she knelt there, held her tits, looked up and smiled. Ropes of cum all over her neck and tits.

That will forever be in my spank bank: seeing our reflection in the window and looking down as she glistened with sweat, with a satisfied smile, my cum all over her, topless in those ripped leggings