Stand On the Balcony, Nude

You suck in a huge lungful of cool air, your nipples going stiff. Gods, this feels amazing. You lean against the railing, imagining who might be watching you across the way. Who might be masturbating, just staring at your naked body.

It turns you on.

You run a finger along your warm, wet pussy, moaning softly. You really... really want to get off. But maybe now's not the time. Of course, you could indulge for those that are probably watching you. Maybe you'd even see one of them if you get lucky. Or you could just go in and let your dear husband fuck the shit out of you - you've been married for years, but the passion never faded.

Or you could cheat on him again.

As far as you know, he doesn't know. But you've always needed more than he could give you. You're not a nymphomaniac, just a proud slut. There are a dozen furres you fuck on a semi-regular basis besides him, plus your one-time flings. Men, women, herms - you like them all.