Felicity has had an audience…

Felicity's eyes snapped open, and she saw a group of guys sitting at the pool below, cheering and clapping, their eyes glued to the show they had just witnessed. A blush spread over her face, and she realized that her screams had alerted them to their passionate display.

The knowledge that they had an audience only served to excite her more, and she felt a thrill run through her at the thought of the strangers watching her be claimed by her dominant husband, even as she dashed away from the balcony into the room.

James followed her, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. She looked up into his eyes, her own glazed over with passion and the thrill of their exhibitionism.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he smirked, his thumb tracing the shell of her ear. "The thought of all those strangers watching you come for me?"

Felicity nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of her excitement. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...free. The thrill of their impromptu balcony performance had set her alight, the flames of desire still licking at her skin.

James chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's give them a real show, then." He grabbed her wrist and led her back to the balcony's edge. "Take off the lingerie," he ordered, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want them to see all of you."

Felicity's heart raced, her body thrumming with excitement and a hint of fear. But she knew she would do it—his dominance had unlocked something in her that craved this kind of thrill. With trembling hands, she unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor. The cool breeze kissed her bare breasts, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. She slid the thong down her legs, stepping out of it and kicking it away.

Now completely naked, she faced the balcony rail, her heart in her throat. The pool area was a few floors down, but the group of men was clearly visible, their eyes locked on her. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she stepped closer to the edge, her toes curling over the lip of the railing. The men's cheers grew louder, their leering gazes sending a shiver down her spine.

The glass balustrade was see-through, offering no shield from the prying eyes below. The realization made her knees wobble, but she didn't dare look away from James, who was watching her intently. He stepped closer, his cock still erect, and placed his hand between her legs, spreading them wider.

"Spread 'em," he said, his voice a commanding whisper. "Show them what I’ve been fucking."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal as she parted her legs, the cool breeze caressing her bare pussy.

Felicity's heart skipped a beat as she heard the lewd comments being shouted up from the pool area below. The men's voices were distant, but their excitement was palpable, their words cutting through the air like a knife. "Look at that tight little pussy!" one of them yelled, and another added, "Marry me, you gorgeous slut!"

James leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "They want a taste of what's mine," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. "But you're only for me." His voice was filled with both pride and a hint of challenge.

Felicity felt a surge of arousal at the thought of being his, of being displayed so brazenly for others to see but never to touch. She leaned back into him, her body arching as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The men below jeered and clapped, their crude compliments and demands only serving to fuel her desire.

One of them yelled, "Hey, baby, why don't you come down here and let us have a taste?" Another added, "She’s way too fine to keep all to yourself mate!" Their words sent a thrill through her, making her pussy throb with need.

James chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on her breasts. "They can look, but they'll never touch," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. He reached down and gave her ass a playful slap. "You're going to show them just how much of a slut you are for me this week," he murmured, before stepping back into the suite, leaving her alone in the view of the guys below.

Their eyes devoured her, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. The thrill of being exposed in such a way was something she had never experienced before, and it was intoxicating. She felt a sudden urge to push her boundaries even further, to give them a show they would never forget.

Felicity leaned over the railing, her breasts pressing against the cold glass. She spread her legs wider, giving the men below an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. The cheers grew louder, and she could see them leaning closer, eager for more. She knew she should feel ashamed, but all she felt was a deep sense of satisfaction as she played the part of James's little slut.

With a seductive smile, she began to touch herself, her fingertips gliding over her labia. She watched as the men's expressions grew more intense, their eyes never leaving her. The first few strokes were slow, teasing herself and the audience. Then, as if on cue, she picked up the pace, her hand moving in rhythmic circles, mimicking James's earlier touch. Her hips began to rock against the railing, her breath hitching as she grew closer to climax.

One of the men below shouted, "Fuck, yes! You're so fucking hot!" His friends hooted in agreement, their eyes glued to the erotic sight. Another called out, "I wish I had a slut like you at home, baby!" Their voices grew more insistent, and Felicity felt a thrill at their desire, their envy of James.

Her hand worked faster, her middle finger slipping inside herself, the sensation of the cool wind on her wetness heightening the experience. She felt like she was in a trance, her body moving of its own accord. The men below grew rowdy, their catcalls and lewd suggestions spurring her on. She watched them, their erections obvious through their swim trunks, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

Felicity’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her body in an explosion of pleasure. She threw her head back, crying out James’s name, the sound carrying over the balcony and down to the pool area. The men's cheers grew louder, their applause mixing with her cries of ecstasy. For a moment, she was lost in the sensation, her body convulsing with the intensity of her climax.

As she came down from the high, she looked down, giving the men below a cheeky little wave, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They hooted and whistled in response, their faces a mix of awe and lust. She felt a twisted sense of pride at the effect she had on them, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

With a final, teasing stroke of her finger, Felicity straightened up and sauntered back into the suite, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. The coolness of the tiles against her bare feet was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, and she couldn't resist looking over her shoulder to watch the men's reactions as she disappeared from view.