“You probably know Samantha that Singapore is the Fintech capital of Asia, and some say the world. Your skills would be invaluable there. And, if you will excuse me for saying so, your beauty would also be greatly appreciated.”
My Sam was actually blushing at Tony’s compliment. It was most unlike her.
“Before you make up your minds, you need to know that the VR project would be for adult video games, although we haven’t fully defined the scope of it yet. The market for adult content is huge in Asia, but we intend this for a global audience both online and in VR team rooms. Testing would be done in the VR game rooms that we own in Singapore. They are proving very popular and, most importantly, they are a new-economy revenue stream for us.
So, you two take the next two days to consider our offer, and we’ll meet up again here on Friday evening to hear your decisions. And I fully intend having the tuna crudo again because it was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Is it a deal?”
Sam and I looked at each other and nodded.
“Deal.”
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As soon as we got in the taxi, I wanted to know what the hell happened with Curt. I needed to know what had caused Sam to blush so fiercely, and she told me quite willingly.
“You know how you practice, ahead of time, what you’re going to say to someone in certain situations,” she told me. “Well, I’d decided while I was still at the table that I was going to jokingly say to Curt I hardly recognized you in your smart clothes. But when I got there, I just blurted out I hardly recognized you in your clothes. Oh, God, Jake, I was mortified.”
“And what did he whisper in your ear?”
“He just said I wish.”
My cock responded accordingly.
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It has always been our philosophy that when opportunities arise in life, they should be taken. Go for it. After all, you can always go back. That’s how we’d ended up leaving our hometown of Milwaukee and heading to Austin to follow our dreams. We had met in college, where we had both been ultra-serious students, and we soon came to realize that we wanted the same thing from life… fulfilling careers in sectors that fascinated us. Looking back, our level of commitment to that goal probably prevented us from having the same fun college experience that we could see most of the student body enjoying. Sam had never even had a boyfriend before me. I know it’s a cliché but for me it was love at first sight. I remember consciously saying to myself “Oh, so this is what love feels like.”
Sam’s understanding of risk and probability theory made her acutely aware of the value of seizing opportunities, and we both knew that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had just presented itself. We also knew instinctively that we were going to accept. We had nothing to tie us down, so why not? Although we had discussed the idea of starting a family, I think we both knew that, outside of each other, our careers were our first love at that point in our lives.
Even though we knew we were going to give an unqualified yes to the offer, we thought it would be a good idea to take the next day off to discuss it anyway.
“Why don’t we go up to Hippy Hollow and we can talk it through while we are completely relaxed to make sure we are genuinely committed to the idea,” I suggested.
“You really think this is a topic to discuss while we’re naked? You’re not just thinking about how sexy Charlotte was, are you?”
“Sam, you know I think every topic is best discussed naked. And sexy? Charlotte? I didn’t notice.”
“Don’t lie to me, you idiot. Of course, you noticed. Even I noticed. The woman is hotter than a hot thing.” She slapped my arm playfully but agreed to the plan anyway.
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The next day dawned to the most perfect blue skies. We packed a picnic of truffle paté, smoked salmon, a baguette and some fruit and then decided on a chilly bottle of Sancerre to top it off. The drive up to Lake Travis was quiet as it was midweek, and we parked directly above our favorite spot for sitting out. It was on a headland of tiered rocks that surround the lake.
Clambering down the uneven, rocky steps to the edge of the lake made me realize that I shouldn’t be drinking too much wine if I was to make it back to the top uneventfully.
Our favorite spot was unoccupied, and there was not a soul in sight as we stripped off our clothes and piled them up neatly beside us. Here again, I’m always struck by the contradiction that is inherent in Sam’s personality. I call her my half-hearted exhibitionist. She has absolutely no qualms about getting naked, and I think that’s because she’s just not seeing it from a sexual perspective. Conversely, from my male viewpoint, which is probably ruled more by my cock than my brain, I typically see ALL nudity as sexual. Her penchant for exhibitionism, as mild as it is, is strangely dissonant from her innocent, naïve nature.
Watching my gorgeous wife as she stretched out on her towel, without a hint of self-consciousness, was immediately causing stirrings! As I scanned up and down her amazing, lightly tanned, body from her breasts, that had naturally moved slightly to her sides, down to the neatly trimmed landing strip of blond hair that pointed the way to heaven, I was close to the embarrassment of a full-on erection. Thank God, no one was around. Luckily, Sam had closed her eyes the minute she lay down.
“So, should we discuss the offer?”
I thought we should get on with it before the food and wine.
“Jesus, Jake. Let’s just relax in the sun first. Anyway, we know what our answer’s going to be. We could discuss it until the cows come home and the answer won’t change. As long as they want to offer me a job too, we’ve got to go. Just think how we’d feel in a few years if we turned this down. We’d likely regret it for the rest of our lives.”
Good point. Sam hadn’t even opened her eyes to present her compelling answer. There was no argument with the obvious, so I sat there gazing alternately at the beauty of the lake and at the beauty of my wife’s naked body. I slipped into a reverie considering my “half-hearted exhibitionist” wife. Sam seemed to love the idea of sexual encounters in places that were ostensibly public, but only when no one was actually around.
I remember one occasion where we were vacationing in California and driving the Pacific Coast Highway. The marine-layer fog was so thick that we could see absolutely nothing of the ocean crashing below us as we slowly made our way along the road. I suggested that we pull off the road and take a walk through the pine woods to see if there was anything visible from the cliff edge. The day was strangely warm and clammy despite the fog, which made our walk eerily sexy. As we approached the cliff edge, I took Sam’s face in my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. My kiss brought out something animalistic in my gorgeous wife, and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and started scrabbling at my belt. We both sensed some urgent need and pulled at each other’s clothes until we stood there with our jeans around our ankles. Sam stumbled around, so her back was facing me and, pressing her hands high up on a pine tree, she pushed out her perfect ass.
“Fuck me, Jake.” Aggressive words that she NEVER used.
I pushed into her sopping wet pussy and pounded her hard until I could sense, from the rippling of her muscles as she squeezed my cock, that she was close to coming, and we both went over the top together. Orgasmically that is… not over the cliff.
It was Sam’s ideal form of exhibitionism. A public place without any public. Theoretically, someone could have come along, but the likelihood was slim. My own beautiful risk analyst had considered the situation and somehow weighed up the risk/reward balance.
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I had been so lost in remembering that hot cliff-top sex that I never heard them approaching, but suddenly, coming down the same steps we’d used, were two good-looking, young guys who looked to be in their early twenties. It was almost funny the way they stopped and did a double take as they spotted Samantha. They both stood there with their mouths slightly open before they seemed to acknowledge my presence. When that realization hit them, they gave me a curt nod and
moved a short distance away from us. They threw down their towels and stripped off their clothes, revealing strong, toned bodies with broad shoulders and big cocks that were already showing the effects of Samantha’s closeness.
My wife was entirely oblivious to their presence, and an idea came into my head.
“Do you want me to put some sunscreen on you? It’s getting really hot out here, and we should be careful.”
“Yeah, sure,” she mumbled drowsily.
I planned to make the guys green with envy as my hands roamed freely over the naked body of a desirable woman while they could only sit and watch.
I squirted the sunscreen into my hands and started on her arms and shoulders. Then, as I moved over her breasts, I glanced up at the guys, and they were glued to the erotic scene unfolding in front of them. Her nipples hardened noticeably as I massaged around them with the smooth cream.
“It’s a good job no one else is here” Sam muttered. My half-hearted exhibitionist.
I didn’t say a word.
I just continued moving down her body with the sunscreen, massaging it in just a bit more than was absolutely necessary, to give the guys their money’s worth.
I spread the silky lotion over her stomach and down to the top of her landing strip, purposefully extending one finger as if it were about to slide between her legs. Sam sighed and, when I looked over, the two guys were sitting up straight, and one of them had the audacity to be stroking his cock. I smiled over at them to acknowledge that I was fine with them watching, and that gave the second guy the courage to take his cock in his hand as well.
I shifted my efforts to Samantha’s legs and started to massage the lotion into her upper thighs. In her drowsiness, she was so lost in the relaxed atmosphere as the sun beat down on us, that her legs parted just slightly. I couldn’t help but take a look at the effect it had on her admirers. They had both stood up and were openly jerking off to the sight of my gorgeous wife and the mere glimpse between her legs at her beautiful pussy.
I wondered if I could take this even further without alarming Sam and, as I massaged each thigh, I actively pulled her legs a little further apart. Her only reaction was to let out a slight moan. This couldn’t be my Samantha. It was so unlike her, but it gave me the impetus to keep pushing the envelope.
As my strokes moved up the inside of her thigh, I let my little finger casually brush against her delicate lips. My cock was standing out like a flagpole by that point, but all my concentration was on Sam’s enjoyment and creating an amazing erotic performance for our audience. I was consciously aware of wanting to show off my wife and to be envied.
“Mmmm”
Surely that was a sign that I could keep going. She would be so embarrassed, and so angry with me if she knew she was being watched. This was so out of character for Sam that I was almost scared to keep going but, on the next stroke up, I slid a finger all the way from the puckered rosebud of her ass, through her soft petals to her clit. She was as wet as I’ve ever felt her. I was rewarded with another “Mmmm.”
What was going on with my uptight, reserved wife?
I looked over at the two young guys, and they had taken a few steps closer, and they were both stroking hard and fast at the amazing sight of my ostensibly uninhibited wife. Only I knew that this was not the real Sam. I had no idea what had come over her, but I was certainly not intending to complain.
I decided to give the guys one final treat, and I slid my finger as deep into Sam’s wetness as it would go. She let out a loud moan, and I proceeded to finger-fuck her right there in public for an audience of two hunky young guys who, from their expressions, couldn’t believe their luck. They probably thought they had come across an exhibitionist couple who acted like this all the time. If they had known that this was entirely out of character for Sam, I suspect it would have made it even more exciting.
I could tell that Sam was getting close to an orgasm as I found that inner spot at the top of her inviting pussy. I fingered even faster, and within seconds, I heard the moaning sounds that always announced the start of her orgasm. The guys had moved even closer and were standing quite close to Sam’s feet as they watched intently and pumped their cocks like mad things.
Sam’s orgasm broke, and she pushed her hips up off the ground as it washed over her. The pleading groans and whimpers of her climax were enough to push her admirers over the edge. They both started to shoot rope after rope of hot white cum in great arcs. It was flying everywhere. They erupted, like champagne bottles that had been shaken, and it suddenly occurred to me that their cum could easily splash onto Sam’s feet or legs. That would be catastrophic. She would freak out, and it would obviously be my fault. But it was impossible to stop what was already in motion. I just had to hope for the best.
The three of them came down from their euphoria in unison, and the guys gave me a quick, stunned nod and backed away. I quickly covered the mess on the rocks with my towel as Sam gradually stirred. I was concerned that, if she opened her eyes and found two young hunks just feet away, she would be furious. Luckily, they had disappeared entirely when I turned around to check. They must have just grabbed their stuff and moved off around the other side of the headland.
Had they just been in my imagination? Hardly, considering the state of my towel!
“Wow, that was something,” Sam whispered, in shocked amazement. “We have NEVER done anything like that before.”
“Was it good?”
“What do you mean, GOOD? It was amazing. Knowing that we’re out here in public, even if there is no one around, just added a really naughty feel to it. By keeping my eyes closed, I could pretend that I had no control over the situation. It was just being done to me.”
“You could even have imagined that it was a complete stranger running his hands all over your body and bringing you to orgasm.”
“Oh, Jake, are you crazy? I knew it was you. That’s what made it so special.”
“So, you wouldn’t have enjoyed it if it had been some unknown, anonymous hunk?”
“I didn’t say that, but it never really occurred to me. Anyway, I’m famished. Let’s eat.”
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We devoured our picnic as if we’d not eaten for a month. Our appetites were fierce, and the cold white wine was a blessing as the sun continued to beat down on us.
“You know you’re starting to burn across your shoulders,” Sam warned me.
“You can talk. Your nose and cheekbones are beet red.”
“Perhaps we should pack up and head home. I know we came to discuss this potential life-altering move, but maybe we should do that when we get home.”
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When we arrived home, we just crashed on the sofa in the living room. The combination of the hot sun, the cold wine, and the erotic adventure had left us feeling drained. Our bodies were still hot and sticky from the day as we nestled up close together. We knew we should discuss Tony’s offer, but we also knew we were going to accept no matter what.
“Does it worry you that he’s describing your VR project as adult in nature?” queried Sam. “Do you think he’s talking tasteful softcore stuff or really unpleasant hardcore?”
“Well, considering the nature of the company and it’s obvious reputation, I can’t imagine it’s going to be anything too over-the-top.”
“Would it bother you if it was?”
“Not really, to be honest. My job is to accurately render images to appear real within a simulated environment. It doesn’t really matter if the images are of groups of giraffe meandering across the Serengeti or of naked bodies writhing in some Roman orgy. It all carries fascinating challenges, and the quality of the work is immediately obvious to the user. That’s all I care about really. What about you? Would it bother you to have a husband who was a VR pornographer?”
“Not as long as you didn’t bring your work home with you,” she laughed. “And anyway, I’d be associated with the venture as well, at least at the holding company level.”
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p; “I don’t think I can believe our luck. How many people feel really passionate about their work? Probably only a very small percentage. Not only do we both have that passion, but we’re now being offered a chance to do what we love in an exotic foreign location that’s just a couple of degrees off the equator. How cool is that?”
“Or how hot is that?”
I leaned over and kissed Sam gently on her slightly sore lips, and she just melted into me.
“I love you so much, Jake, and I can’t wait to share this new adventure with you.”
I had never felt quite so deeply in love with Sam as I was when she said that. I moved my hand slowly up under her T-shirt and cupped her breast. I received another “Mmmm” for my trouble, and my tongue probed into her mouth as I felt her fumbling with my belt. We scrabbled at each other’s clothes like teenagers until we were writhing naked on the couch.
“The drapes are open,” she said nervously.
“So? We’re directly under the window so someone would have to be right up against the glass to see us down here.”
That slight element of risk seemed to enflame Sam even more, and she promptly rolled up onto her knees and dropped her face into my lap. She took my hard cock into her mouth and sucked me deeper than she had ever done before. It was my turn to moan.
When she had my hardness thoroughly wet, she climbed onto my lap and slowly, purposefully she sunk down onto me, impaling herself on my shaft. It felt amazing to be engulfed inside my wife’s hot pussy.
“You know I’m looking out the window? If someone were to walk past now, they would see my head and shoulders, but they would never know what was going on down there. The idea obviously excited her as she started to rhythmically slide up and down on me. Her muscles were contracting on every upward motion, and it almost felt like her pussy was trying to milk the cum out of me.
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