My husband and I are avid readers of Variations. Bo is thirty-nine and of medium height and build, with a bushy auburn mustache and the sexiest hazel eyes on earth. I am thirty-four and petite, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and an all-over tan.

We have a beautiful home, good jobs and a truly great love. All this and hot sex, too! Still, after twelve years of marriage, we had the itch for something new. What satisfied this itch was our encounter with “Motorcycle Man.’

We took a week-long summer vacation at a hotel right on the bay. Two nights before the end of our vacation, after a pleasant day, I had changed into a sexy black half-bra and tiny panties, and I was walking around putting things away while Bo enjoyed the evening breeze on the patio. All of a sudden he walked in with a devilish smile on his face. “You have an admirer,’ he said.

I looked out the large sliding-glass door. Across the street, near the beach, was a gentleman dressed in black leather and wearing dark glasses. He was leaning back against his motorcycle, his legs casually crossed at the ankles, and watching us. I realized that with the light on, we were quite visible even from some distance away.

At first I felt a little flustered, but also flattered. And excited. I continued walking around, and soon I was wickedly enjoying this stranger’s hot gaze on my near-naked body.

We knew from our previous nights at the hotel that the area where “Motorcycle Man’ had parked his bike was a gay pickup spot. We’d seen men going alone into that particular bath and shower room on the beach late at night, to later emerge together. The thought that Motorcycle Man was probably gay or bisexual was a special turn-on. I felt that I was representing womanhood as I paraded around the hotel room.

I was so busy displaying myself that I didn’t notice Bo undressing until he came up behind me and began to fondle my breasts, his hands in full view of Motorcycle Man, whose attention was riveted on us. I was surprised to find Bo’s cock hard as a rock and my own pussy soaked. So, with no further ado, I pushed myself back against my husband and slipped his throbbing penis into my wet cunt from behind, with both of us still standing. He began to pump deeply and slowly into me. Bo was out of Motorcycle Man’s view, behind the curtain, but it was easy for him to guess our activity from the rhythmic bouncing of my breasts.

I said, “Turn around; let’s show him everything,’ surprising both of us with my daring.

Bo pulled out his dripping cock and came around in front of me. I could see the fire in his eyes as I dropped to my knees and held up his glistening cock for Motorcycle Man’s inspection. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly Motorcycle Man left his bike and began to move closer. I got scared and closed the curtains. When we peeked out a moment later, he had returned to his motorcycle. I opened the curtain, pulled Bo back to me and kissed his raging hard-on all over. It was so sexy knowing that our voyeuristic friend was as turned on by Bo as he was by me — maybe even more so! I took my husband’s throbbing dick deep in my mouth and sucked hard. That did it; he groaned and shot long streams of hot come, which I let fall all over my mouth and face. I then licked him clean, feeling Motorcycle Man’s eyes boring into us all the while.

The next day, Bo and I were on fire all day remembering how exciting it had been to turn on our audience of one. We enjoyed another beautiful day at the beach, and we were looking forward to our last night at the hotel.

It was barely 8 p.m., and Bo was reading when Motorcycle Man pulled into his spot across the street. I ran in to tell Bo, and we quickly ordered drinks from room service to help quell our nervous excitement. I changed into a short, lacy black half-slip, while Bo put on his bikini underwear.

In the meantime, Motorcycle Man had been approached by another man. They stood near his motorcycle, talking. The other man’s back was toward us, and Motorcycle Man was watching us over his friend’s shoulder. Apparently he didn’t tell his friend about us, as the man never turned around, but Motorcycle Man watched us steadily as they talked.

Bo and I began kissing and caressing on the bed, with the curtains wide open, but we soon realized that others on the busy beach could see us also, so we closed the curtains partway so that only Motorcycle Man could see in. Apparently he thought the show was over, because he began to leave with his friend. Seeing our voyeur ready to leave inspired my husband to perform for him.

Bo stood in front of the window and slowly stripped off his underwear and caressed his hard cock with both hands. Motorcycle Man whipped off his helmet and focused intently on Bo. His friend must have asked him what was going on, and Motorcycle Man must have told him, because soon both of them were watching us with great interest.

Bo pulled a bar stool to the center of the room and sat me on it. He pulled off my slip and spread my legs. I felt so deliciously exposed, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. Bo pulled my ass to the edge of the chair and pushed his face into my pussy, which was swollen and wet with excitement. He licked slowly and gently all around my vulva, teasing, just grazing my clit and flicking his tongue over my sopping-wet tunnel. I splayed my legs even more and pulled his head closer, moaning as he lapped at my pleasure center.

He licked and sucked at my clit until I nearly exploded, but before I did, I pulled him up and got down on my knees in front of his hard, drooling penis. I glanced over to see both men’s eyes glued to our sex play. I imagined their cocks hard and straining in their jeans as I licked and sucked my husband’s dick. Bo began to moan and pull my hair, and I knew he was very close to coming. He pulled me up and put me back on the stool.

Bo pushed my legs up and back, splaying my sopping cunt for the men’s view. He pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy. I was covered with goose bumps, and my nipples stood stiff with the glorious fullness of him. Trembling with heat, I fondled my full breasts with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. I was doubly excited knowing that our two friends were on fire watching us. One glance their way began the tremors of a searing orgasm for me. I threw back my head, crying out, and my hips bucked against Bo’s as waves of passion flowed through me.

For our fina1e, I wanted to display my husband’s sexy maleness to these men who were hot for him. I grabbed some KY jelly and made a show of smearing some on my hands. I pulled Bo to me so that his sexy ass was displayed for Motorcycle Man and friend, and I pulled his asscheeks apart. As I pushed one finger into his hot rear hole, he began to breathe very heavily and to moan low in his throat. Another finger went into his ass, and I began to pump them slowly in and out. I turned him around to give our friends a profile of his jutting cock, which was hard as steel, with my fingers still pushing into his asshole.

I reached around and gripped Bo’s dick in my other hand, which was slippery with lubricant, and began to pump him. He went crazy, groaning with ecstasy, alternately pushing his rear against my probing fingers and his hips up to my hand moving on his cock. Then he yelled out and his cock swelled up in my hand and spurted great gobs of hot white come. He reached down and caught some in his own palm, and, watching the men outside, licked it clean.

We have relived this scene many times since, and it never fails to make us hot. We make fabulous love and then plot new ways to exhibit ourselves to strangers for a thrill.

We wonder how Motorcycle Man has fared and whether he remembers our sex shows with as much passion as we do. We wonder if he’ll still be around next year. We will, and maybe this time we’ll invite him to join us!