Masturbation

My husband and I love masturbating together (or having sex if we can get away with it) in risky places. One of our favorite things to do is ""dress for a date."" We dress up for dinner and make sure we're ""easily accessible."" He wears no underwear. I wear non-piercing clit jewelry, no panties, and a skirt. The jewelry feels so erotic hanging down my thighs, caressing them and reminding me that I am bare.

We deliberately go to upscale places and sit in areas where we can sit and covertly get off. It turns me on to get off in some uppity snobbery. Fuck the food. The attraction is doing it where no one would believe you would dare.

I love to look into my man's eyes as he slowly, silently jacks off in some nice cafe, his cock discreetly blocked by the table cloth and napkin. He'll start off by unzipping his pants, and lubing the head. Then he quietly strokes and pumps all through dinner. His eyes glaze and his breathing is a little ragged as he climaxes, but he can still keep it a secret to everyone but me.

I carry an oversized sweater, which I drape over my lap, so I can hike up my skirt and play with my clit and pussy until I cum. It drives HIM wild when I clean my pussy fingers, in between climaxes, by sucking off my own juices. He catches his cum in one of my silk scarves, which I then wear around my neck for the rest of the evening. I LOVE the smell of his semen. The more times he climaxes, the more cum I get to inhale. It totally gets me off.

We also love to find a secluded spot in a public park -- mostly after dark, where we sit facing each other and masturbate. If it's possible, I open my blouse so he can see my hard nipples. I love to watch him shoot his wad wildly into the air, letting it land wherever.