LOVING COUPLE / SEX IN PUBLIC / GETTING CAUGHT

Sex in Public is Great, but Getting Caught is Even Better

My biggest fantasy was to have sex in public, and to get caught doing it.

We knew exactly what we were going to do while visiting the famous Chicago Navy Pier, and it wasn’t to have dinner, ride the Centennial Wheel, or watch the fireworks. My husband and I planned to make some fireworks of our own.

Young or old, every couple needed to keep their sex life hot and thrilling. We’d been married eight years, and together for ten. He was thirty-five, I was thirty-two. We knew each other as intimately as we knew ourselves and had made love as many ways as there were. We spiced things up with blindfolds, bondage, toys, and role-playing.

But my biggest fantasy was to have sex in public and get caught. Not caught by the police, of course, and certainly not by kids, but by other adults who might get a thrill seeing my husband and I going at it hot and heavy.

We had tried having sex in the woods far off the trail, in the car in an abandoned parking lot, and on the beach in the dead of night. It was great at the time, but we never got caught. I always fantasized that someone was watching, somewhere out of sight. But no one was actually there.

I needed something more. I needed the risk to be higher, the chances of getting caught greater, and the danger real. It needed to be somewhere public, but not out in the open. It needed to be busy, perhaps even touristy, but tucked out of the way. It also needed a good avenue of escape in case the police or security came our way.

Living in Chicago, we had ample options: Grant Park at night, or one of the trails in Jackson Park, or perhaps somewhere along the River Walk. But one idea I kept returning to was the Navy Pier.

The Navy Pier was a busy tourist destination and was frequented by locals, too. There were lots of nooks and crannies along the Terminal building, plenty of spots that would be only half lit at night, and low-trafficked areas that would still have a few passersby. Plus, it stayed open pretty late on the weekends.

We decided to go Friday night, which wasn’t as busy as Saturday night. My husband wore jeans and a button-up shirt. I wore a knee-length skirt and strap top blouse, with panties but no bra. We made the evening a full occasion, exploring the mall, having dinner at a restaurant, relaxing on the pier, and going up in the Centennial Wheel once it got dark.

We got lucky on the Centennial Wheel, and I mean that in more ways than one. It wasn’t to be the ‘climax’ of our evening, but as it turned out, we got a car to ourselves. Even better, the car ahead of us was empty, and the car behind us had a cute young couple who seemed pretty lovey-dovey with each other.

The thing about the Centennial Wheel cars was that they were almost all glass all the way around. At night, it was hard to see into the other cars, but not impossible. The couple in the car behind us might see what we were doing, unless they were also wildly into each other. But I hoped they would see something — or at least suspect.

My husband and I kissed and made out as our car rose to the top of the wheel on its first rotation. We saw the stunning expanse of Chicago at night, the city skyline all lit up, but I lost sight of it when he pressed me against the side window, kissing me deeply. Our tongues played together, and I ran my hands over his back. He grasped one of my breasts through my blouse, kissing down my neck and causing me to gasp and shiver.

We stopped making out as our car descended, knowing we would pass the attendant and other people waiting in line. Our ride would be fifteen minutes or so, but that was for three rotations. That gave us just five minutes per rotation, or three minutes to err on the safe side.

As our car rose again, my husband and I resumed making out. This time he slid his hand under my skirt as we kissed, his finger tracing my panties, then gently fingering me through the thin cotton fabric. Tingles of pleasure ran through me, and I shifted around as he kissed and rubbed me, moaning from the back of my throat as our tongues played together.

The car descended, and about halfway down we broke off again. I glanced to the car behind us, and although I could only see their silhouettes, the young couple appeared to be making out.

The car climbed again, and this time I went for my husband’s jeans. He grinned as I got onto my knees, opening his pants to free his semi-hard cock. I went down on him, taking him into my mouth and working my tongue around his plump shaft. We were nearly to the top of the climb, so I worked quickly, bobbing my head up and down and squeezing my lips tight. He moaned, his cock growing stiff as we came to the top of the wheel’s rotation.

I continued sucking his cock as we began to descend, delighting as he grew even harder. I wanted to keep going, to suck him until the last possible moment, but he needed time to tuck his beautiful manhood away. Reluctantly, I pulled back from his cock, smacking my lips wetly, then grinned at him as I sat down beside him. He pulled his underwear up and got his clothes arranged despite his massive bulge.

I glanced to the car behind us, and saw the young couple huddled close together, the girl pointing at us before she buried her face in her boyfriend’s jacket.

Oh, they had definitely seen us!

Our car stopped and we exited, although my husband was still adjusting his jeans. The young couple stepped out of the car behind us, both of them glancing our way and the girl laughing before the two ran off, hand-in-hand.

We walked down to the waterside view, then followed the pier east, passing many of the visitors who were strolling about, taking pictures or enjoying the nighttime view of the city. Passing the upscale 4-star hotel, we continued along the observation deck and came to the beer garden grove. There were quite a few people milling about the beer garden, and the lights were bright and music played. But a far corner tucked behind some kind of utility building looked like a good spot for us to start.

I took my husband’s hand and led him up the steps past the beer garden and around the utility building to the southwest corner of the Grand Ball Room building. There were still too many people around, passing as they walked along the observation deck just twenty yards away, but we needed to warm up a bit.

He pushed me into the corner and we kissed, my hands sliding over his shirt as he touched and fondled my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my nipples were hard in seconds. I quivered, knowing that any of the passersby who glanced at our secluded corner would see us.

I breathed in as our kiss continued, his tongue and mine playing together. He pressed himself closer, and I felt his burning desire and his considerable bulge. It drove me crazy every time, knowing how much he wanted me.

I wanted him just as bad, my own heat rising and an aching need centered between my thighs. I was so wet for him that my panties were practically soaked through — partially from when he had fingered me in the Centennial Wheel car, but mostly in anticipation of what was to come.

Our deep kiss continued for a few minutes more, but any longer risked drawing too much attention. Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss and he stepped back from me, taking his hands from my breasts.

I smiled at him, adjusting my rumpled blouse. Glancing to my left, I saw a couple sitting on a bench, watching us. They both turned away when they saw me looking in their direction, and the woman put a hand to her mouth, then whispered something to her husband or boyfriend. They were close to our age, or perhaps just shy of their thirties.

I grabbed my husband’s hand, then hurried around the corner and down the steps, back to the observation deck. I wondered if the curious couple would follow us.

The Grand Ball Room building sat at the end of the Navy Pier, and the observation deck continued to wrap around. There were perhaps a dozen or more people milling about, most of them taking pictures or looking out across the night-darkened waters of Lake Michigan. But the other side of the pier, the north-facing side, opposite from where we had been, typically saw few visitors, especially at night.

It would be perfect!

We rounded the Grand Ball Room building, following the covered walkway to the north side of the pier. There were four or five other people, all looking out toward the water, but that was fewer than were on the south-facing side or at the end of the pier.

Moving on, we passed the Grand Ball Room building and came to a treed area directly opposite the beer garden grove on the other side. There was no one else around.

We hurried to the northwest corner, tucked well out of the way and poorly lit. My husband pushed me up against the wall and began kissing my neck. I reached down and fumbled with his belt, then unzipped his jeans. He reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my damp panties.

Knowing it would be awkward for him, I pulled my panties down and spread my legs, leaving my panties hooked around one ankle. My husband pulled down the front of his pants and his rigid cock jutted straight out.

We resumed kissing and I lifted my skirt, guiding his cock to my entrance. He pushed in and I gasped, delighting in the immediate fullness he brought me.

He was inside me, ready to fuck me right out in the open!

I pulled my blouse up and over my head, exposing my breasts despite how risky it was. He grabbed hold of my breasts and squeezed as his hips began thrusting.

I gasped and quivered, wrapping my arms around his back and hooking one leg around his waist. His hard cock pumped in and out of me, pushing me against the rough brick wall. Every thrust sent a jolt of hot, electric pleasure through my body, and the rising heat soon became an unbearable torrent.

Fuck, this was great!

I glanced to my right and saw two figures watching us while trying to keep out of sight just around the corner. It was the couple who had been watching us earlier on the bench. They had followed us after all, and now we were giving them a show!

My husband released my breasts and grabbed my hips, ramming his cock harder and deeper, his face clenched in pleasure. I gasped again and quivered, my naked breasts shaking as our bodies mated. The other couple watched us with a clear and perfect view, and I could just barely see them from the corner of my eye. I think they knew that we knew they were there. That fact made it all the hotter, and I hoped it made it hot for them, too.

My husband was already huffing and panting, his muscles growing tight as he neared the point of climax. My own building pleasure had become a sultry blaze, pulsing through my body in agonizing waves, yearning for release. Knowing I had to be quiet, I pinched my mouth shut, giving only a muted cry as I trembled on the brink of orgasm.

Then it struck — a flash of white-hot pleasure bursting through me like a breaking dam. I nearly cried out loud, but somehow held it back, still quivering and clenching in ecstasy.

My husband grunted, his eyes meeting mine, and he rammed his throbbing cock even deeper as he climaxed. His hot seed spilled into me in three forceful spurts, his cock pumping in and out of my lubricated hole. I shook again, my leg clenching tight as I held his body against me, not wanting to let him go. But I had to. We had to fix our clothes and hurry away before security spotted us or we were reported.

Panting hard, my husband’s softening cock pulled out and he stepped back. I glanced to the corner of the building and saw the couple still watching us, though they ducked away quickly. I smiled, realizing they had seen everything.

I drew my blouse on, covering my breasts. Semen leaked from my pussy, but with no way to clean off, I pulled my panties up and hoped for the best. My husband had already tucked his handsome cock away, then zipped up, buckled, and straightened his shirt.

Glancing around, I didn’t see anyone else watching. I took my husband’s hand and we hurried back the way we had come. We saw the couple who had watched us disappear into the crowd, although the woman looked back once and grinned, seeing us one last time.

I hoped the two would fuck like mad tonight, thinking about us and what they had watched us do. Maybe we had inspired them to try something adventurous for themselves. Maybe they would try sex in public, too.

And maybe so will you.

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