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 We've been exchanging emails for weeks.  Our newly created online
identities provided a safe haven for our rather public lives.  You being
the wife of a powerful businessman who is considering a run for public
office, and me being married into a high profile "old money" family.

   The emails started with erotic stories, but quickly escalated to
fantasies and the exchange of pictures and videos.  As neither one of us
have identifying marks on our bodies, the risk is low that we would have
been found out--especially since we don't know each other's true public
identities.

   Plausible deniability is a beautiful thing.

   In a recent email exchange, you told me one of your fantasies.  You
wanted to be watched during sex.  Your husbands status has forced you into
a conservative lifestyle, and things have become stale in the bedroom.  I'm
thankful for that as it drove you to find me.

   I wanted to help out, but we didn't know how.  To satisfy you for the
night, you masturbated for the camera and shared it with me.  When you
came, I could see your pussy pulsate as your fluids gushed on to the chair.
I told you how hot it was, and sent you a video of me masturbating to your
video.  Your moans came through in my video, and watching it gave you a
powerful orgasm that made you pass out.  When you came to moments later,
you hatched a plan.

   You and your husband were spending the weekend in your country home. 
With the ample house in the middle of the rolling 120-acres, you could be
sure that you would have privacy.  The living area has a beautiful,
two-story window made of twelve panes of glass.  It gives you a beautiful
view of the immediate landscape that ends at as the treeline slopes upward
to crest the next hill.  You have hiked up there before and noted that even
at the top of the hill, you could only see the top of the roof and chimney.

   You thought that if I were to sit outside that window and all the lights
were on inside the house, I would get a good show.  You decided that it was
time to make the fantasy reality, and as chance would have it, your country
home was only an hour from the major city I called home.  You went and
purchased a pre-paid cell phone and gave me the number.  I went and did the
same, and gave you mine.

   "No phone calls," you said, "just text messages."

   You told me to be ready after 10pm on Friday and gave me directions to
your estate.  The estate was technically owned by a shell company that
shielded its true owner, thus you felt comfortable giving me that address.
I headed into the town that your estate was in and bellied up to the
watering hole in town.  I ordered a drink and sat in anticipation.

   It seemed like days, but was only about an hour, and the text come in.

   "Waiting 4 U...  Show starts in 20."

   20 minutes did not give me much time, but I figured I could make it.  I
quickly paid my tab and replied, "On my way."

   The drive to your place was uneventful, and I easily entered through the
service entrance down the road.  You mentioned that the groundskeepers were
always entering and leaving through that gate, and it would be open.  True
to your word, it was, and I quietly drove up to your house.

   I left my car off the path, and walked the last 200 yards.  I could see
the light coming from the living room before I could see the window.  When
I rounded the corner, I came to a truly magnificent view.  You were sitting
on the couch fumbling with something in your hands.  I sent you a text
message: "ready for the show." In a few seconds you looked down at the
device in your hands and your eyes lit up.  You quickly put it in the
pocket of your robe, and stood up to walk towards the window.
You were dressed in a flowing silk robe and your curly blond hair
cascaded down your neck like rapids.  You looked amazing.  With the lights
the way they were, you could only see your own reflection in the glass, but
I could see everything.  Before you called your husband in, you opened your
robe to me to reveal your body to me.  I took a moment to drink in your
body.  Your amble breasts were perky, and your excitement showed in your
eraser-tip sized nipples.  As if that did not tell enough of a story, your
pussy lips were glistening with desire.  You preferred the bare look, and I

silently thanked you for it.

   My cock was rock hard.  I looked around and felt relatively safe, so I
unzipped my pants and pulled it out.  You had me so hard with that little
show, that it sprang up and hit my belly making a slight slapping sound. 
When I looked down at it, I could clearly see my heartbeat as my dick
bobbed slightly with each beat.

   You put your robe back on, turned around, and called your husband in. 
When he rounded the corner, you dropped your robe for him and begged him to
take you.  Like most men, that type of request is not often denied, and he
could not get his clothes off fast enough.  As he was kicking off his
boxers, he tripped and stumbled into you.  We all enjoyed (separately) a
nice laugh about it, but then things heated up.

   He was not hard yet, so you took him into your mouth.  As you swallowed
his member, you paid careful attention to how your tongue danced along the
veins of his shaft.  When you pulled back up, you sucked on just the head,
your tongue teasing the opening at the tip.  It didn't take long for him to
come to full attention and you stood up and told him to take you.  He
pushed you up against the glass and entered you while standing.  I did not
have the best vantage point, but your ass was pressed against the glass and
he was hurriedly pumping in and out of you.

   This went on for a minute or so, and you felt him start to tighten up.
You quickly pulled off him and kissed him for a few minutes.  You needed
him to last longer this time so you could come.  You had to come while I
was watching you.

   With the urgency gone, you turned around and had him enter you from
behind.  To brace yourself against the window, you put your forearm
slightly above your eye line to shield the light and allow you to peek
outside.  I saw you moan with desire as he entered you and slowly began
pumping.

   You looked outside and found me standing near a tree.  I was stroking my
cock while enjoying the show.  We locked eyes, and I could see the desire
and satisfaction written on your face.  He started to pump harder, and you
knew that it was "now or never" to come.  Thankfully, when our eyes locked,
your fantasy was being realized and you quickly began to have a powerful
and shaking orgasm.

   You started your long orgasm slowly, but it quickly built to a peak you
have not felt since you were a teenager.  I saw your entire body tense up,
but you kept your eyes open and locked on me.  Riding the spasms of
pleasure from your pussy triggered his orgasm.  He sprayed your cervix with
sperm, and that continued the high that you were in as you felt his cock
pulsate.

   At this, I lost my control and shot a big load of sperm onto the ground
in front of me.  Seven strong ropes of come rushed from my balls, the most
powerful shooting a full eight feet in front of me.  When my orgasm had
stemmed to just a slow bubbling of sperm running down the length of my
shaft, I opened my eyes again and saw you panting and lying on the floor.
The dazed look on your face said it all.  You smiled weakly at me, and then
your eyes rolled back in your head.

   You both laid there for a few minutes as I put myself back together. 
Gazed upon your beautiful body for one last second, memorizing every
detail, and then headed for the car.

   After you came back to consciousness, you slowly stood.  His load
started spewing out of your pussy onto the floor.  After surveying the mess
from clothes and love making, you thought "it looks like the housekeeper
will be busy tomorrow."

   You casually look out the window, but I'm gone.  You send a final text
message for the night.
   "Thanks, totally worth it."