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   Jennifer Doalfer - doalfer@hotmail.com

   On the Terrace.

   Hi Guys (assuming that no or very few girls actually read this).

   As you may have noticed from the subject line I am trying to put codes
on the line which describes the kind of story.  I find that quite
difficult. Despite the young men in this story I don't like using "teens"
as a code, and I am not excited by the thought of younger teenagers.  Also
I don't want to put "wife" even though according to the definition I guess
my husband is looking.  Of the few stories I have read, the ones I dislike
the most are the ones where the guys more or less "sell" off their wives to
other men.  I know a lot of men have these dreams, but I tell you, any wife
who loves her husband and family would never accept anything like that.  It
really signals that the guy would like to see his wife as a whore, and not
very many girls like to see themselves like that.  Having said that, I do
think many girls have dreams of being with more guys at a time, as long as
she is in control.  I have done so in my younger days - and the experience
is quite spectacular.

   Anyway the codes in the header is the best I can do for this story.

   Here is another story, which started out with a real experience.

   It has become tradition that our wedding anniversary dinner takes place
in Tivoly in Copenhagen and that it has to be rather daring.  It is an
occasion where we are both aware that it is acceptable to talk and act as
sexily as we dare.  Poul wants me to wear as light clothes as possible and
I demand that he wears baggy shorts (or depending on the weather baggy
trousers) with no underwear.  This summer has been warm so the choice of
light clothes was an easy one to make.

   I wore a wrap around skirt and a thin top, which folded over the breasts
and tied behind my neck and lover back.  The way it was crossed in front
meant that one breast was held firmly in but the other one was only covered
by one layer and if the strap wasn't tightened all the way it would fall
open and leave a good bit of the other breast visible.  According to the
agreement I didn't wear any underwear either.

   The dinner was rather uneventful.  Poul wanted me to sit so that the
side of the top, which presented the best view of my breasts, was against
the aisle where people walked past.  I found it quite exciting, but Poul
was disappointed that there really wasn't anybody looking at me.  I would
like to think it was just because it was too dark and people were too busy
to notice.  Usually the waiters will notice, but they were tending to us
from the other side.

   We walked around, trying some of the rides, which gave Poul the
opportunity to play with me and me with him.  He had brought the digital
camera and in one of the rides he managed to get a picture of me with not
very much clothes on - Very Dirty and VERY private.  It was getting quite
exciting.  The best ride of them all we always keep to the end.  That is
the love tunnel.  I once read a story about what people did in love
tunnels, and we have always found it fun to play around in there trying
some of the things ourselves.  Poul use to unbutton the front of whatever I
am wearing and play with my breasts quite openly.  That is exciting because
there is actually quite a lot of light when you get used to it, and often
the other boats pass within viewing distance and at the same time you can
pretend to be so busy kissing that you don't notice people watching.  It
got really exciting the year we discovered they had security cameras
mounted several places.  Now we pretend to not be aware but actually try to
do the most revealing scenes in front of them.

   Normally Poul just manage to open the front of a dress to play with my
breasts, but this year he actually undid the bow tie at the back of my neck
and pulled it down the back so my whole front was naked.  For a moment I
thought that was too much, but as he held on to the straps I could not get
it up again and we were approaching a lighter area with another boat.  So I
just put my arms around him, pretending not to notice the other boat.  In
front of the cameras, which we now know very well where are, he would make
me sit up straight while he played with my breasts.  I was getting really
excited when we reached the end and Poul tied it back on for me.  I could
see the guys in the control booth, where the monitors are, staring at me as
we got out of the boat, but that just added to the excitement.

   In the taxi home Poul spread the wrap around dress all the way to my
crotch and played with me all the way home.  I was sitting right behind the
driver, so he couldn't see anything, but I found it very difficult to
control my movements in the car as I lay back in the seat arching whenever
I got close.  Looking out the window I could see passengers in lorries much
higher up who would have been able to look right down on me had they known
what was going on.  Even if they had I wouldn't have cared.  I was getting
really excited.

   When we got home we went out on the terrace.  We live in an area with
old houses which are quite tall and where people from the higher floors can
see into each others gardens and terraces.  However it was after midnight,
and we knew the closest neighbours were away on holiday.  I sat at the end
of the table and pulled Poul over to me.  I undid his trousers and wrapped
my legs around him urging him into me.  I undid my top and took off.  Poul
looked at me in wonder.  "Do you really want to do it out here like that",
he asked.  I sure did.  I lay down on the tabletop while he made love to
me. Meanwhile I could look around at all the other houses wondering what
people would think if they saw us.

   As this is not really the story I want to tell, I will stop the real
part here and backtrack again.

   ...  I sat down at the edge of the table waiting for Poul to come out. I
looked around at the other houses, but couldn't see anybody, even though
there was a flicker of candlelight from the next door terrace.  Poul came
out with drinks for both of us.  We had already had a bit to drink but I
felt like getting drunk.  I was so excited after the ride home.  I was
imagining that the passengers of the lorry driver had been looking down,
and was actually sorry I hadn't dared to also slip off my top in the taxi.
Poul spread my legs and stood between them while we kissed.  I wanted him
to touch me but he shied away a little.  I wanted him and told him so, but
he still was hesitant.

   "What is wrong with you", I asked in frustration.

   He hesitated again.  "Well I don't know - what would you say if I told
you that I can see somebody watching us".

   I started looking around, but he stopped me.

   "I don't know - who is it?", I asked.

   "Well, who would you like it to be?".

   I didn't know.  I hadn't really ever thought of letting any of our
neighbours watch us.  The couple on one side was quite old and harmless,
the people at the back were rather unapproachable types whom we never spoke
to.  One the near side lived at couple with a teenage daughter and a son
who had moved away from home recently.  He had liked to watch me sunbathing
in the garden, which was quite entertaining.

   "I don't know", this was getting a bit embarrassing, "maybe if Jan
hadn't moved away", I suggested.

   "What if I told you he is back and sitting on the terrace with a couple
of friends watching us?"

   "Gosh", I said, "Is he rally?"

   "Maybe - maybe not", was all he would say.  "What would you do?", he
asked again.

   Oh boy, was I getting excited by the thought.  I had had dreams about
him watching me sunbathing in the garden, and what he might be doing in his
room while he watched me.  I had been very much aware of him often.  If he
was really there watching us now...

   "I would let him watch", I said with a quiver in my voice.

   "And I want him to see you", Poul said.  "Now pretend that I am not as
excited as I am, but that you are trying to get me excited.  Take off the
top slowly and play with your breasts while we all watch you".

   This was quite something else from sitting half naked in the love
tunnel. That was quite impersonal.  I didn't know any of the people in
there.  But if Jan was really watching....  Ok, I would let him have a real
good look.

   Poul stood back a bit so he could watch me.  I shook my hair to free it
from the sweaty brow and undid the knot at the back of the neck while I
slowly pulled down the top.  I put both hands back undoing the bow tie at
the bottom of the back, and doing so the breast stood out and the nipples
protruded inviting somebody to touch them.  I put a hand behind me while I
wet the finger of the other hand and slowly let then run over my nipples,
making the wet really cold in the night air, and making the nipples even
more erect.  I twisted slightly towards the side where I hoped Jan was
sitting looking at me, so he would get a good look at my naked excited
breasts.

   Meanwhile Poul had lit a small oil lamp we have and fastened it to the
wall where the light would hit me.  I felt very exposed and very excited. I
like people watching my beasts, but this was sexual.  I had no trouble
imagining Jan staring at me and just wished it were true.

   "Now what do you want me to do", I asked Poul.

   "That is up to you", he replied, "How far do you want to go if it is Jan
watching?".

   "As far as you want me to go", I gasped, wondering how far Poul would
let me go.  I was imagining Jan standing with an erect penis in his hand
while he was watching, and I was wondering how big and what it would look
like.  He had only just turned 19 and what thus 16 years younger than I.

   "Ok, Poul said, then remove the skirt.

   I stood up and untied it, dropping it on a nearby chair, making sure I
was facing Jan's terrace in doing to.  I couldn't help looking over.  I
just managed a short glimpse, but there was no doubt, there were three
quite clear white faces staring over the edge of the terrace railing.  I
just hesitated a split second as I realised the impact of this, but I was
so excited that I didn't care any more.  I remember this feeling from when
I was younger.  When I was with guys and I didn't know if I wanted to sleep
with them, I had to be careful at this stage, because after this there were
no way back - I would loose my self-control and do anything in my excited
state.

   I sat down on the corner of the table again, this time completely naked.
I imagined how visible I must be to the neighbouring terrace as I leaned
back on the terrace and spread my leg, allegedly for Poul who now came over
to me, forcing my legs as far apart as they would go.

   "Now play with yourself".

   I did just as I was told.  I threw back my head and plunged a hand into
my crotch.  I had no trouble finding my clit which stood out as a small
erect penis.  Through my half open eyes I could see the faces clearly, and
that just made be speed up.  I lay all the way back using both hands. 
Forcing my lips apart with one hand and working with the other soon
bringing myself to a violent climax.  I wondered if the guys had ever
watched anything like this.  Poul came over and stood over me.  I looked up
at him and asked beggingly if he would please make love to me now.  He
removed his shirt and shorts and moved up between my legs, poking his
blue-headed erect penis at me.  He made it hover just inches from the
opening, making me begging him for it.

   "How would you like if this was Jan here instead of me", he wanted to
know.

   "Uhmm", I admitted, "I have no trouble imagining that".

   "Would you have liked that?"

   "Yes, yes - I would", and I actually couldn't get the thought out of my
head.  As Poul slipped a few inches into me, to me that was Jan doing it.
Soon Poul was going at full steam and I was approaching my second climax,
when Poul slowed down again.  Ever so slow and deep deep thrusts, which
made my breasts bounce slowly all over.

   "What would you do now, if I told you that they are standing right here
watching you?"

   I jumped up, but Poul pushed me back down.  "You just stay there", he
commanded, "and close your eyes".

   I closed my eyes obediently as he slowly continued pounding into me.  I
imagined I felt and heard movement on the terrace.  I squeezed one eye half
open, only looking at Poul and thought I saw him gesticulating to somebody.
But he was speeding up again and I was again approaching a climax, when I
felt a cold hand on my one breast.  I opened my eyes, but was shaking with
the oncoming orgasm so I couldn't see clearly, so I just decided to shut
the eyes again.  Poul and I came at the same time, and when I this time
opened my eyes I saw Jan standing next to Poul.  I tried to get up, not
really knowing what for, but Poul pushed me back down.  I looked around and
saw the two other guys at each side of me.  Both with a hand hesitantly on
my breasts.  I just couldn't help it but I came again completely
spontaneusly from the thoughts of these guys all around me.  The hands on
my breasts were playing with my nipples as I shook uncontrollable.

   I know I had said to Poul I would go as far as he had wanted, but I
thought he said that just to excite me.  I had never really thought they
would be here.  But now I was so excited I didn't care about the
repercussions.  This was wild.

   I heard Poul tell them that I had promised him that I wouldn't say no to
anything tonight, so if they wanted they were welcome to continue with me.
His words almost made me come again.

   As I looked up again I saw Poul moving back and sitting in the large
sunchair.  Jan moved between my legs and for a second it seemed so weird
that I tried to close my legs and sit up, but he was now between them so I
couldn't close them for him, and the hands on my breasts forcefully pushed
be back down.  I could still se Jan unbuttoning his trousers, but I
couldn't see his penis, but I wanted it so badly.  I stretched my legs
around him and pulled him towards me.  He must have got his trousers off
because if felt his penis slide past my hole and as I looked up again I saw
its head poking halfway up over my half shaven pussy.  I tried to reach
down for it, but two pairs of hands stopped me, maybe thinking I was going
to push him away.  But I wasn't.  One of the guys now kissed my one breast
sucking at it really hard the ways I love.  I couldn't any longer see Jan,
but he kept sliding against my pussy without trying to get in.

   "Oh, Jan - Please let me look", I begged, "I want to see you".

   The mouth left my nipple and a pair of hands helped me up in a sitting
position.  I looked down and saw Jan's penis, wet with my juices and the
remains of Poul's come.  It was a young penis, very erect with very little
and only light coloured hair.  While I looked he slipped into me and had no
trouble gliding all the way in.  I arched back, and had it not been for the
helping hands I would have knocked my head.  A hand underneath my neck and
a strong kiss smelling of smoke and alcohol, another mouth on a nipple and
a finger on my clit while Jan pounding in and out of me.  This was just so
intense I have never experienced anything like it.

   Unfortunately Jan didn't last long, but before I had realised what was
happening I noticed one of the other guys slipping into me.  This guys was
big.  I could feel him hitting the bottom in a way I have only rarely
experienced - and I didn't even know what this guy looked like!  But he
really had me going - he had staying power and kept ramming it into me as
he made small grunting sounds.  When I came this time i almost cried, it
was so intense.  I was shaking and shaking uncontrollably.  Poul came over
with a drink for me.  I leant on an elbow as I drank looking at the guys. I
could recognise the last guy from the size of his only half limb member. 
He was extremely handsome.  I rolled to a side and got off the table and
went over to him.  Leaning against him I kissed him and held his penis,
which was growing again already.  Talking about a teenage stud.  I guided
him over to the table and sat him on the edge.  I found the last guy and as
I bent over and took my newfound stud's now again erect penis in my mouth I
guided the last guy into me from the back.  He wasn't as big as the last,
and it would have been a bit of an anticlimax had it not been because of
his speed.  He worked as a rabbit, Jan was standing at side squezing my
breasts and I was sucking the best I knew at the monster penis.  I have a
big mouth and have no trouble with big penises but this guy was big.  He
didn't last long this time and soon came in my mouth and all over my neck
and breasts.  Just the same time the other guy exploded inside me.  I was
still approaching a climax and didn't want it to stop there so I called
Poul over and asked him to finish me off.  Meanwhile Jan had sat at the
table and I was working on him, while Poul was bringing me off for I don't
what number of time.  Jan exploded in my face and as I licked him clean I
thought of how much his penis looked like the teenage penis I had been
dreaming of him holding in his room while he watched me.

   The other guys were talking, but I wasn't concentrating.  I stood in
Jan's arms and let him kiss me passionately.

   "Jen" he said, "I have been dreaming of this so many times.  I never
thought something like this could ever happen".

   "I know I have probably been teasing you a little going around in the
garden topless and all that, but I quite liked the thought of you watching
me, so don't worry about it".

   "I am not worried", he said.  "I am thinking about the number of times I
have had to masturbate before I could fall asleep because I have been
dreaming about you.  I have never seen anybody with so beautiful tits as
yours.  You are just the sexiest lady I know, and I don't care how many
years you are older than me.  Nobody comes anywhere near you".

   I gladly let him kiss me and I guided his head to my nipples and let him
suck them.  It was warn and comfortably, but I was too tired to get excited
again.

   "Sorry guys", I said - but you have worn me out.  i am going to bed. 
Thanks to you all."

   I could hear from the bedroom window they were still talking when I got
into the bed.  I knew they were talking about me.  I was imagining what
they might be saying, when I dozed off.

   --- back to reality --

   Yes - Jan exists.  I have been aware of him possibly watching me and
felt a thrill by the thought.  Would I want this dream to come through - In
my present state after having written this?  You Bet!!!


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