She calls down to me. "I'm ready to leave..." and then pauses. "Are you sure about this?"
I'm looking up at the curve of her amazing breasts. This is my wife, and while it's been fun imagining someone else rubbing his cock all over her mouth or plundering her pussy, is that what I really want?
I take a deep breath. "Yes, absolutely," I say, a lot more confidently than I feel. She leans over the railing and blows me a kiss, and then she straightens up and smooths her skirt.
And then she's gone.