The Balcony

When my wife went on a business trip recently, she beguilingly gave me an assignment just before leaving. She said I should go out on the balcony, at night, and remove all my clothes. Not just the bottom, everything! I was to remain naked, in full view of anyone who happened to look. I was allowed to do it at night when most people are asleep and could be as discreet as I wanted. I just had to be completely exposed for a significant amount of time. When she told me what she wanted me to do, I didn’t think it would be so difficult. I am, after all, a closet exhibitionist. I fantasize about being exposed in public – nude beaches, in the window, and so on. I accepted the challenge with a tingling feeling.

The first night she was away, I felt shy, although I spent time thinking about it. The second night, I knew it was now or never and I prepared. First, I put on loose clothes with no underwear— just shorts and a shirt. I waited until 10 when most of the lights seemed to be off and curtains drawn. I stood in a part of the terrace that was dark and waited a few minutes. I peeled off my top slowly and looked around. Seemed safe? I dropped my shorts on the floor. I sprang to attention quickly. Feeling bold. I kicked it all away. If anyone had turned on a light, I would’ve been exposed and unable to cover up. I felt scared and excited at the same time and waited a few minutes to make it more risky. I had done my homework and could report it complete.

She called the next morning and asked how it was going. I reported what I had done, expecting her to congratulate me. Instead, she said “Ok, good. Tonight I want you to do it again. But twice as long.” My heart stopped, but, an order is an order. That part of her turns me on – that she expects me to fulfill those wishes.

So that night, I did it again. I was hard leading up to it, hard during and stayed hard all night. I couldn’t sleep thinking about reporting again that I had been “obedient”. Luckily, she did say she was happy and I should wait for her to come home. Only four more days. It was a long time to wait.

On her return, she looked good. Really good. She had bought a nice dress, black, a little see-through, but it was clear she picked it to say who was boss. We went out for supper and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We chatted about her trip and I thought she might have forgotten about my homework. But after dessert and two glasses of wine, she asked me to tell her all about it. My cock stood up right away against my pants. Of course I’d tell her, in the restaurant. My pants were stretched out for the rest of the meal and I was conscious of my state when it came to leaving but I managed to slink out without anyone, other than my wife, noticing the bulge. I think but, I’m not sure! She was enjoying my embarrassment and made no attempt to help me hide it.

Arriving home, she grabbed my ass at the door, and pushed me inside gently as if to remind me who was calling the shots. “Ok,” she said, “Let’s see what you have been practicing,” as she poured herself another glass of wine. It was only 9pm. Dark, but still early. Now? I asked. Now!, she answered. She led me to the terrace and we looked out at the many windows. I was getting nervous. This was going to be scarier than when I was alone and in control. She squeezed my ass hard, looked at me with a very naughty smile and walked to other end of the balcony. Then she sat down, crossed her legs and took a sip from her wine glass.

I looked out. There were more open curtains and lights than when I did it myself, but not a lot more. “I can do this,” I said. I want to please her. Tingling, I opened my shirt and let it slip off to the floor. I kicked it far away to show I was not going to be timid about this. She smiled and then looked down at my shorts. My time hesitating had run out. It was obey, or else. I unzipped, and then without further caution, let the last bit of fabric fall to the tile floor. I had been without underwear all night and the shorts dropped quickly.

The wine must have made me less inhibited because I kicked them away to where my shirt had landed, far away. I was now naked, very hard and utterly exposed and I was too turned on to care! I looked around but luckily didn’t see anyone in the windows. I turned to my wife with a look that said Are you happy? and started to walk toward my shorts on the floor near her. But to my surprise, she said “Stay where you are.” She stood up, walked up behind me and pressed her breasts and hips into my back. I was still exposed and she seemed not to care. From behind, she caressed my hips, ass, chest, kissed my neck and then barely, lightly, stroked my cock. I was going out of my mind thinking Ok already! I have had enough. I like the exhibitionist fantasy but this is my limit. Someone can open a door any time and come look out. Might even be someone I know.

But I didn’t expect what followed. Without warning, she took hold of my hands and somehow, expertly tied them together behind my back using some sash she must have had concealed in a pocket. I was so surprised all I could say was Hey! She cooed and resumed kissing and stroking from behind. I calmed down, regained a little hardness, but then again, she swiftly wrapped a blindfold on me. I was getting harder again. If I can’t see, then others can’t see me either, right? This is a fantasy and I’m too turned on to care. She whispered in my ear “I also bought a little toy when I was away.” Boing! I went as I felt a soft silicone ring sliding over my cock. I’m now naked, bound, hard and exposed to the world and turned on like crazy.

She was also no longer there behind me.

I heard a sound from the end of the balcony. “Don’t move from where you are” she said firmly. I was no longer sure exactly where I was standing so I complied and stayed put. Then, it started. The vibrating. She was using a remote to control a vibrating cock ring! I was trembling, throbbing, starting to moan when she doubled the intensity. She asked from the other end of the terrace if I could come like that —with only a vibrator. I was too delirious to answer. I just wanted to cum — didn’t care how. I was all cock and no brain. She changed the setting again and it began to pulse harder and then softer in a rhythm. She saw that I was starting to feel the point of no return and said “Go for it, baby! I want to watch you cum, now!” and I did —sending streams of my cum over the railing, down five stories into the plants below. I panted and panted, had barely caught my breath and then collapsed on to the sofa behind me. She clapped and said, out loud, “That was magnificent!”

I had no idea if anyone saw. I don’t think she cared either. but she walked over to me, untied my hands and whispered. Baby, I am horny as hell from teasing you all night and watching you cum just now. It’s early, and we’re just getting started!