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Our friend, Brad, has a two story townhome in a quiet So Cal neighborhood. He has a maybe 10' x 6' patio attached to his master bedroom. The patio is accessed by a sliding glass door.

Brads patio overlooks more of an alleyway than a road. The alleyway leads to a park; hence, there are often people walking on the alleyway to and from the park. His patio is partially shielded by tall trees. The patio wall is about 4' high. No one can see that my wife is naked from the waist down while she's on his patio.

Brad has fucked my wife a few times on his patio. He bent her over that patio's railing and pounded her in a modified doggie position. As far as I know, he's always patio banged her at night.

My wife loves risky public sex. One of her college boyfriends got her into it. She has been sexually adventurous long before I met her. We used to do frequent risky public sex, but we've slowed a lot over that past few years. She's complained to me that we don't do enough outdoor sex.

My wife does not like routine, boring sex. We're on the same page. Years ago, we talked about how routine sex leads to boring sex which leads to lost interest in sex. She was committed to keeping sex thrilling and exciting.

We got to Brad's home around 3:00 pm. I had an easy work day. Her sister agreed to pick up and watch our kids for us. We had a lot of delinquent errands to finish. We had the rest of the day to fuck, relax, fuck, relax and repeat.

My wife keeps of full complement of toiletries at Brad's house. She uses his razor to share her legs and armpits and hair clippers when her bush needs trimming. She has her shampoo, conditioner, and shower soap in his shower. She uses nothing than contains alcohol on her skin.

I was ready to bury my face in her silky bush when she got out of the shower. Brad was on his bed waiting for her to suck his cock. She walked completely naked to the patio door and looked outside for about a minute while in deep thought. Suddenly, she grabbed a t-shirt that was about waist length and put it on. She opened the patio door while looking at me. "C'mon," she said.

My wife told me that she wanted me to fuck her on the patio. It wasn't evening darkness. It was mid-afternoon daylight. I told her that it was too risky. She told me to hurry up.

I stood behind her with my hard cock pressed against her ass. She looked over the railing and scanned for people. She moved her legs farther back from the wall as she balanced herself with her forearms on the railing. She positioned her feet at the correct distance apart while she reached between her legs to grab my cock and slid it inside of her pussy.

I pounded the hell out of her pussy while she rubbed out an orgasm. Right after she came, she whispered to me to stop. A few seconds later she told me it was OK, and to keep fucking her. Within a minute I filled her pussy with a huge load of warm cum. As soon as I pulled my cock out of her pussy, cum dripped from her pussy onto the patio deck.

After we got back inside of Brad's bedroom, we kissed passionately for a long time. Brad was a trooper. He lain quietly on his bed watching us. After we separated, he told my wife to give him a blowjob. She told him to wait while she washed her pussy.

After she returned from the bathroom, I threw her on her back on top of Brad's bed and buried my face in her silky bush while Brad sucked her tits. After her second orgasm, she rolled onto her stomach, positioned herself between Brad's legs, grabbed Brad's cock in her hand while looking at me to assure I was watching her before his cock disappeared inside of her mouth. About a minute later, the entire neighborhood could've heard her swallowing Brad's money shot.

My wife is the master of thrilling and exciting sex.

I sleep best in our bed. So does my wife. Yet she enjoys spending the night at Brad's home. She isn't bothered by our adolescent kids who think her dominant role as their mother is serve them.

My wife spent the night at Brad's home. I went back over around 1:00 pm. My wife looked exhausted when she answered to door. She was completely naked. She whispered to me to talk silently because Brad was sleeping. I asked her if she kept him up late in the morning. She said they kept each other up.

My wife offered to make lunch for me. I had already eaten. Still naked, she made herself a salad. We sat net to each other on the living room sofa. She knew I had huge wood working. She apologetically told me she hadn't taken a shower. She didn't want to awaken Brad because he had to get up early this morning to go to work. After she finished her salad, she gave me an exquisite blowjob.

All women tell dudes that they give the best head. It would be difficult for a woman to screw up a blowjob. My wife gives the best head I ever had. She knows cocks better than most men. There is a lot to be said for marrying a sexually experienced, sexually confident woman who has exquisite sexual skills.

We BS'ed in the living room for about 90 minutes before Brad woke up. I told her that our patio fuck had to rank among our best ever. She was happy that I loved it. She said we needed to resume doing risky public sex. It is intensively erotic and incredibly exciting. The only down side is it's over within a minute or less.

Brad's shower interrupted our conversation. My wife was glad he was up. She told me she needed to shower. She is not germophobic, but she will never allow anyone near her pussy unless it's pristine clean. She told me she was going to run in and shower with Brad. I knew it wasn't going to end with her freshly cleaned body.

Brad and and my wife are genuine friends even though both know that the sexual component of their relationship could be over in an instant. She's told me that they'll remain lifetime friends after he find's the woman he'll marry.

Brad pampers the shit out of my wife. He shampoos her hair, conditions it, washes her body with extra attention to her pussy, and dries her after they shower. They have fucked in the shower. My wife said that fucking is better out of the shower.

After I heard them leaving his bathroom, I walked into Brad's bedroom. They were facing each other while talking. She told him that she'd go home when he had to go to bed for work this morning. He told her that she could spend the night again. She did not want to press her luck with our kids.

I can still remember fragrances of soaps college girls used to wash their pussies. A pussy should have the sweet fragrance of pussy. It shouldn't smell like a fruit orchard. I wanted to eat pussy, not apples. My wife always uses non-scented soap containing no fragrances because most fragrances contain alcohol.

Before Brad could get his huge cock inside of my wife, I grabbed her, threw her on her back atop of Brad's bed, put a pillow under her ass, and commenced to do some seriously euphoric orgasmic pussy eating. I pushed her knees to her chest and got to it without any pre-pussy eating teasing. I easily slid my middle finger inside of her sopping wet pussy and massaged the inner ridges of her succulent pussy. I licked and suck four orgasms out of her clit while Brad liked and sucked her tits. Her first orgasm broke Richter scales a continent away. Her second orgasm caused her body to tremble. The last two were euphoric but not explosively.

I yanked her off of the bed, bent her over it, and fucked her as though I was driving pile. She's as predictable as time. Within seconds, her hand disappeared to her pussy. She rested the side of her face on Brad's bed while she rubbed out another orgasm. I dumped my second money shot of the afternoon deeply inside of her tight pussy. I pulled out, her cupped hand replaced my cock to catch my cum dripping from her pussy, and off she went to sit on the toilet to push out as much of my cum as possible.

I heard her turn on the bathroom sink faucet. I knew she was washing her pussy.

About a minute later, she reappeared in Brad's bedroom. Brad's cock could have cut granite. She looked exhausted, but knew she had to take care of Brad. To our surprise, he told her that she could get sleep and finish after she woke up. He does sincerely care about her. She was sound asleep within minutes.

I told Brad that I was going to bail. I had to go to Home Depot for home improvement materials. He assured me that he'd take care of her.

I picked her up from Brad's at about 9:00 pm last night. She looked like he fucked her nonstop for hours which was a pretty good guess. As soon as she got in our car, she wanted me to take her home. She didn't want to stop to eat. As soon as she was inside of our bedroom, she got naked and jumped in the shower. Our routine is fucking after she showers. Brad must have fucked her senseless because she uncharacteristically put on a pair of my workout shorts, one of my t-shirts, asked me to bring her a cold bottle of water from our fridge, and settled in on her side of the bed. When I returned with her water, she told me she was exhausted, took a few sips of water, put her face on her pillow facing my side of the bed, and told me to get into bed. After I was in full crash position on my bed, our eyes locked onto each other's and she whispered, "I am so in love with you. Good night." I watched her eyes close. She was in oblivion within minutes.

This morning, she awoke before me. She had breakfast and coffee waiting for me. She told me that she was late getting to her sister's home. She told me that I should expect to fuck her when she returns home this evening. She kissed me, told me she loved me, and left for her sister's home to help with her newborn niece.