Balcony Diddling

My wife, Penny, can’t help herself. She loves to show off. It’s bad enough when we’re around the house or in town, but if we have to go anywhere far off, and especially when we go on vacation, she’s a lot worse. The truth is, though, she reigns herself in closer to home because she doesn’t want to totally mortify me in front of people we know. Out of town is definitely a different story. She loves to play in public, and if the circumstances are right I am right there with her too.

Penny is definitely not all bad to look at. She’s hot, short blonde hair, beautiful face and gorgeous body. She goes to the gym twice a day, yeah, for a couple of obvious reasons, so she is nice and fit, her muscles well toned, but not freaky. She tans up nice in the sun. Has penetrating green eyes. A nice and natural rack, E’s.

Oh, and she’s super hot in the sack.

When she shows off, whether it’s just flashing or putting on a full blown show, she gets hot and horny. It kind of gets me going too because I see other guys looking at her, getting all hot and bothered, and I know that I’m going to get to be the guy that has her. And when we’re far from home sometimes they get to see me get her if they’re lucky.

It is a little funny too because I have a couple of times joked about her picking up one of the guys she’s teasing and having a threesome, and the irony is she says she’s too scared and shy to try that.

Crazy, huh?

Let me tell you one of the things that happened when we went on vacation last summer. We went to Coast City for a week, going right after school let out in the hopes that there would not be as many people there. Wrong-O! The whole city and beach were crawling with kids that had just graduated high school, and I’m not talking about the nice and quiet nerdy kids, I’m talking about the loud, drunk and full of themselves smart asses that make it such a joy to be around them if you’re over 27.

One day we were sitting on the balcony of our hotel room having drinks as all around us music blasted from other rooms or balconies. Occasionally we would catch sight of nubile girls flashing across balconies. Our room as it happened was on the third floor in the corner. One floor up on the other corner was a particularly rowdy room.

For my part I was ready to get out and go somewhere, even if it was just down to McDonald’s to grab lunch, to get out of the craziness for a little bit. I had on a Salty Dog t-shirt I had picked up on the way down, and a thin pair of Bermuda shorts. Penny was dressed in an orange two piece that showed off her assets pretty well. She, I knew, would be content to sit there until it felt just right to go down to the pool or the beach. A lot of noise and craziness has never bothered her.

I had just finished my drink and stood up to go into our room where the noise would not be as loud, when one of our loud neighbors a floor up in the opposite corner called out.

“Hey, baby!,” I heard the yell. The guy was a skinny and lanky looking punk, you know the kind you look at and your first thought is, No Life. He was wearing brown shorts and an open Hawaiian print shirt over his bare bird chest. On top of a shaggy mop of long brown hair he wore a brown stocking cap which looked totally stupid on a hot June day in Florida. On his chin was a thin strip of a beard, which I’ve always considered to be another sign that screams out, Total Looser.

I sighed to myself, shaking my head a little. Penny being Penny I had a fairly good idea of how this would all play out, so I went just into the room and leaned against the edge of the slider. I had a perfect view of my wife and of the balcony on the next corner where he was.

“Hey!,” the idiot yelled again. In one hand he had a translucent plastic cup filled with beer, and in the other he held a one-time-use camera. “HEY BLONDIE!”

I shook my head, grinning to myself slightly as Penny turned her head up to look where he stood. She raised a hand and pulled her sunglasses a little lower onto the bridge of her nose.

“SHOW ME YOUR TITS!”

Penny got a smirk on her face. She gave a slight laugh, then cocked her head. “You wanna see my tits?”

“WOOOOOOOO,” the barely graduated punk yelled. “Hell yeah, baby!”

“Really?,” Penny questioned.

“Yeah! GET THEM PUPPIES OUT!”

Penny sat her drink on the table by her chair and eased herself back in her chair just a little. “Wanna see something better that that?”

The guy nodded a big and overstated nod, looking totally ignorant and drunk. “Sure, baby. What’s that?”

I smiled to myself, pretty sure of what was coming.

Penny didn’t say a word. She just opened her tanned legs widely. Then she reached down and pulled the crotch of her bikini aside to reveal the glaring contrast of her pale white and shaved pussy against her tanned thighs.

“WOOOOHOOOO, GOD DAMN!,” the just out of high schooler yelled. “Curt, Brandon, you gotta get out here and see this!”

Penny was still pretty much calmly sitting on the white plastic balcony chair as the punk’s two friends came out on the balcony of the opposite corner. One was another looser looking type, lanky with curly black hair, who looked as if he could be the illegitimate son of Slash sans top hat. The other was a slim black with dark and shiny skin. The black kid had a pair of binoculars around his neck, no doubt thinking his pal on the balcony was going to point out something on the beach.

“Woah, dude,” the lanky white kid said.

Their black friend did not comment. He just cracked a huge grin and nodded his approval.

“HOW FAR YOU GOIN’?,” loudmouth questioned.

Penny just slitted her eyes and made a face before suggestively licking along her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. “How far you think?”

“WOOOHOOOO!”

I heard clapping, and after a second I realized that it was not coming from any of the three guys on the balcony. Looking up and over past them I saw a couple of young lovers standing at the rail of their own balcony another floor up and a couple of rooms over.

I leaned back out a little more. It was plainly apparent that my wife already had a quickly growing audience. Several people had come to the rails of their balconies and were looking down. A glance to the balconies on the opposite side of the hotel and I saw that there were at least a couple of people who were working out what was going on.

With an inward sigh I grinned to myself. My cock was just starting to get hard, but I kept my hands off and watched my wife and her audience. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she was wanting me to join in the action.

“GO FOR IT, BLONDIE!,” the loudmouth yelled.

Rolling her shoulders slightly Penny grinned widely and rolled her lower lip under her teeth and worked it from side to side. She opened her legs a little more, pulling them up slightly. I watched as the French manicured index finger on her hand moved down and touched the golden ring through her clit as she held the leg of her orange bikini open as wide as she could with the fingers of her other hand. Then she put the little hoop between her index and middle fingers and worked it slightly back and forth. She let out a little sight that was only loud enough for me to hear, but it was enough to get me just a bit harder. She let her piercing go but continued to rub the tips of her two fingers under the hood to rub her clit.

Turning her head to the side my wife gave me a wink. I smiled back, already aware I was painfully hard and ready. Then she turned her head back and looked up to her still growing audience standing on the balconies of the rooms looking down on ours. Penny made a face of pure pleasure, opening her knees a little wider. Then she dipped her fingers down and into her pussy hole. She gave herself a couple of dips and then drove them in as far as she could, leaning her head back and crying out.

“WOOOOHOOOO!,” the loudmouth yelled.

There was a loud, “Yeah!”

Then a, “Yeah, baby!”

Followed by a female, “Woo-Hoo!”

And a, “Yeah, do it!”

All around there was cheering and applause. For Penny that was nothing but encouragement. Twisting her face she gave herself several hard plunges with her fingers. My cock was throbbing and stretching the front of my shorts. Watching Penny play with herself turns me on, no matter how many times I have seen her do it in the ten years we’ve been together.

“God, she’s fucking hot,” another female voice called.

I glanced up and realized it was the girl on the fifth floor. Her male partner was behind her and kissing her neck. To me it looked like he might be fingering her under her bikini bottom as he humped himself against her ass. It made me wonder how soon it would be before they disappeared into their room and both their suits were laying on the floor.

Turning my attention back to my wife I saw that she had taken her fingers out of her pussy and she was once again rubbing and diddling her clit. Her head was thrown back, her face twisted in ecstasy. I could tell as she slowly began to grind her crotch a little in her seat that she was already close to having her first little orgasm. I know that her audience is in for a treat they’re not expecting. Penny can squirt, and when she’s doing it in public she gets so hot that sometimes it’s like a fountain.

“WOOOHOOO, YEAH!,” the loudmouth encouraged her on.

I heard Penny whimper and sigh as she slowly turned her head from side to side.

“That’s it, babe,” I told her.

She shivered and sighed, letting out a little coo. My cock was beating a steady tune against the constraints of my underwear and shorts. Penny made another face and pushed out a breath, her little orgasm had came and went.

Those watching obviously knew she had gotten off. There was some more whooping and applause. With a huge smile on her face Penny turned her head and locked her green eyes on me. I knew she was ready for me to join in and give her a little direction of my own.

“Why don’t you take off the bottom,” I told her.

Penny’s smile widened. First she reached up and removed her sunglasses, reaching over and sitting them on the table by the chair. Then she rose to her feet and looked up at the crowd, and from my vantage point there seemed to be at least one person on about half the balconies to the side of us, and at least a couple of dozen people with binoculars watching from the other side of the hotel. My wife looked to the trio on the fourth floor and swayed and ground her hips like professional stripper. Again there were whoops, cheers and applause. The loudmouth lost half his beer as he threw his hands up and it sloshed over the top of the cup. The couple on the fifth floor were doing some heavy kissing and groping.

My wife hooked her thumbs into the top of her orange bikini bottoms as she continued to grind her hips. The loudmouth let out another loud whoop as she tugged them and slowly began to work them down. Again there were whews and applause.

“Yeah, baby,” someone called.

Penny dipped down, getting them to her knees. As she turned slightly I had a good view of the stark whiteness of her ass against the rest of her tanned body. She wiggled her ass as she worked her bottoms further down. Then she got them to her ankles and stepped out of them. When she leaned back up she raised them high in the air with one hand as if they were the WWE Championship title belt. Her audience cheered loudly.

Then my wife cut her eyes to me and gave me another grin. She slowly rotated her wrist and brought her arm down a little. Then she put the crotch of her bikini bottoms to her face and made a huge deal of giving them a deep sniff. This time when her audience erupted in cheers it brought a few more people out to see what was going on.

I decided it was time to finally make it a two person show. I moved onto the balcony and took Penny’s bottoms out of her hand. At first I got a couple of jeers, but they quickly turned to whoops and hollering as I put the crotch of her orange bikini bottoms to my face and sniffed their muskiness.

Penny went back to the chair and eased herself down. I walked behind her and slowly felt her down, my hands squeezing and lingering on her breasts as I kneaded them through her bikini top. Then as she arched her back and rubbed her forehead against my cheek I moved my hands further down and traced her belly button, letting one finger flick across the little jewel that was part of her navel piercing.

“You gonna make ‘em go wild?,” my wife questioned as my hands and fingers reached the swell of her mons.

“Mmmm, you fuckin’ know it, babe.”

I rested one hand on her mons. Then I reached down and took her clit ring between my thumb and index finger. I gave it a little tug to make her sigh. Then a couple of more. Penny moaned into my ear and gasped out a pant. I gave the clit ring a hard tug, and then another. Our audience had fallen silent, but I am sure they were anticipating that they were going to see my wife come again. I gave the clit ring a harder tug, just hard enough.

“OOOOH, GOD!,” Penny cried.

I gave it two more of those hard tugs.

“AHHHH-NNNNNNN-NN!,” my wife yelled.

Over the tips of my fingers I could feel the hot jet of her ejaculation. It had been a huge gush, just as I hoped. My face was against hers so that I could not see it, but I did hear the satisfying splat as it hit the balcony and felt several warm drops sprinkle my shins.

The crowd went wild, yelling like Penny had just scored the winning run in the final game of the World Series.

Penny herself was still panting and gasping from her cum. She turned her head enough to kiss my cheek. “I want to suck your cock,” she moaned.

I let go of her clit ring and felt her back up. As I stopped at her breasts and cupped them she leaned forward and reached back to untie her top. I helped her work if off her shoulders and as she cups slipped off her milky E cup tits with twin rings through her stiff red nipples her audience went wild again. Top in hand I stepped around the chair and leaned around to toss it into the room where it landed with its companion piece. As I then stepped back to the chair I grabbed the top of my shorts and undid the button.

Penny’s admirers across the balconies got verbal, making request and cheering as she unzipped the zipper and then fished out my hard cock. I stood to her side, between the chair and balcony rail so that our audience could get a fairly good look. She gave me a couple of slow strokes along the shaft, brushing my balls.

“nice cock!,” a female voice called from somewhere higher above.