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Candace Part 3

buzltyr on Voyeur Stories

If you haven't already please read part 1 & 2

As Candace lay there her hand stroking my now flaccid cock I felt a pang of guilt. That however was abated as she whispered in my ear “I liked doing that, Daddy, I’m just sorry I didn’t swallow your cum.”

“Honey, the first time is always the hardest when you don’t know what to expect. Itââ

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‚¬â„¢s really OK.” I tried my best to comfort her.

As I lay there content from the orgasm Candace produced with her sweet hot mouth I reached down and rubbed her bare skin. This produced a contented purr from Candace.

I considered if it was appropriate to lay here rubbing her back and her lightly stroking my cock. I decided neither was in a hurry to move and as I continued to stroke her I noticed her breathing become shallow. She’s fallen asleep, I thought.

I had to pee so I untangled myself and went in to the bathroom. Standing there urinating I pondered again the earlier blow job and was surprised that I was again getting hard. I never was quick to recover but then I never had the opportunity to receive oral sex from someone so young; and my daughter to boot!

When I was finished peeing I returned to the bedroom and watched Candace lying there sleeping. Mesmerized by her beauty I couldn’t help but to feel I had somehow taken advantage of her. But she had been a willing participant so I shook the feeling and sat on the edge of the bed.

Laying my hand on Candace’s hip as she laid facing away from me I reveled in the soft skin that was my daughter. I gently stroked her smooth skin and felt goose bumps pop up. She shifted slightly probably because I was tickling her. She sighed softly and stretched her legs. I caught a brief glimpse of her coral colored pussy lips as they were peeking out from her thin thighs.

I slipped my hand down from her hip to her ass crack and using my middle finger I gently lay a trail from the top of her butt to the moist warmth of her vagina. She moaned in her sleep like she was having an erotic dream. Her hips undulated slightly like she was looking for something.

I was not ready to give her what she was looking for; I was going to tease her more as she slept. I never knew if she was a light sleeper but that was not going to stop me from teasing her.

I then wiggled the tip of my finger into her cavern and rotated it around two or three times. She unconsciously pushed back against my finger trying without really knowing what she was doing to bury it deep inside her. I did not want to go any deeper so I removed my finger and flicked her swollen button. Her hips jerked a little more and her moan was much louder now.

As I tweaked her clit again her legs spread further giving me easier access to her moist slit.

I figured that would wake her up but she just moaned again and spread her legs slightly giving me permission in her subconscious to play with her more. I noticed the petals of her pussy were moistening and her breathing getting heavier.

I decided to throw caution to the wind and with my thumb first finger I spread her dewy lips and buried my last three fingers in. I felt her cervix and I was not surprised at the missing hymen as she was athletic and was sure it had been ruptured from one her sports moments.

I was not disappointed because I was sure she was still technically a virgin. From hearing her earlier talking to her friend Karen about boys she had confessed to not having been intimate before. That was an advantage for me because I would not cause her any pain when I buried my cock in that unused territory. 

The whole time I had these thoughts I had been fingering my daughter. I noticed her hips were keeping time with my fingers and her pussy was again dripping. I could smell her excitement and I realized I was again hard as a rock!

I reached down with my other hand and spread the cheeks of her ass and peered at the little brown hole. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth for lubrication and forced in her chute to the first knuckle.

She certainly was awake now as I heard. “Ohh Daddy that hurts, please take your finger out.”

As she said this though she backed her ass up more and my finger was then buried all the way in! She then pushed forward and down to where my fingers were also deep in her pussy. She got a rhythm going and I soon did nothing but let her fuck my fingers. Her pussy was overflowing and lubricating the finger in her ass so I decided another finger was in order.

“Nooo, Daddy please no more, my butt is hurting so bad.”

I tried to remove my fingers but she grabbed my wrist and would not let me. I knew then she was a little afraid and ashamed that her ass could be an erogenous zone but she wanted to be fingered there so I capitulated.

She was rapidly approaching her climax and I wanted her to explode with the hardest orgasm in her life. I finger fucked her faster and leaned over and captured her nipple in my lips and sucked hard. She was now all over the bed her hips flailing and her ass moving up and down in a fucking motion.

“Please Daddy, you have to fuck me.” Her voice barely audible I was not sure I heard her right.

But she moaned it out again and it was then I decided I was not going to pass up her invitation. I pulled my fingers from her orifices and grabbed her hips. In a matter of moments she was on her hands and knees before me. Her wet lips and the tiny star of her anus were begging for attention.

I scooted closer until the tip of my cock bumped the inside of her leg. She reached between her legs grabbed my hard-on and lined it up with her pussy. She stroked it a couple of times up and down her dripping slit for lubrication. She also rubbed her love button several times before pausing at the entrance to her canal.

She was wet enough from our earlier foreplay that the mushroom shaped head slipped easily in her moist cavern. I felt the heat radiating from inside. I had to concentrate from blowing my load in her before I go to feel her tight depth.

Her voice hoarse and barely a whisper as I pushed a little harder, “God Daddy, you feel so big. I don’t know if I can take your entire dick.”

I was pushing into her slowly not because I have an enormous cock; it was because she was so incredibly tight. And hot. And wet. I grabbed Candace by the hips and shoved her back against me until I was buried fully in her. I felt like I bumped her cervix deep inside.

“Oh, oh,” she repeated, “your so deep, Daddy. It hurts but it feels good too. Are you going to fuck me now?”

My throat was dry, my lips parched but I managed to squeak, “Yes, honey Daddy is going to fuck you good now.”

I withdrew until the head was barely inside before I plunged head long back into her. I heard the whoosh sound as her breath was almost taken away as my strokes were now faster. I latched harder to her hips. I pushed her away until I was almost falling out and pushed her back into me on the in stroke. My balls were beating against her button and she was babbling incoherently

I fucked faster as my climax was building when I felt her reach back between her legs and diddle her clit. She would rapidly rub herself when I pulled back and she would reach back farther and caress my hanging testicles when I stroked back in.

I leaned over her back until my weight caused her to be pinned face down on the bed. I pulled both her legs together and lay down on top of her. My legs were pinned close to her legs on both sides and I squeezed together until I had her immobilized. Her head was to the side so she could breath but my weight was making it difficult.

She didn’t complain she just lay there with her arms pinned against her sides and took what I gave her. This was a hard fast pistoning of my hips. I was fucking her for all I was worth and she took it. Although she was crying I knew it wasn’t from pain but for the sheer pleasure of being fucked for the first time.

“I’m going to cum, baby. You are so fucking hot.”

She cried louder, “Yes Daddy cum in me. Shoot you sperm in me. It feels so good. I’m close too, Daddy.”

I knew I shouldn’t cum in her. I didn’t think she was protected but God I wasn’t thinking with the right head. I fucked her more aggressively not knowing if she would cum with me. All I could think of was shooting wads of cum deep in her as I slammed deeper and deeper.

“Daddy, please put your finger in my ass,” she screamed. “I am going to cum all over your hard cock!”

I rose up enough and licked my finger searching for the tight pucker of her asshole. Finding it I plunged it deep within her bowels. I fingered her ass as she exploded.

I felt her inner depths tightening and she cried, “Oh yes…yes I’m cumming and it’s so good.”

I was there also. My balls drew up in the sack and belched out a long string of semen deep inside her pussy. I felt her juices bathe my cock as I shot volley upon volley of man butter. I pulled my finger from her tight ass and collapsed onto Candace’s back.

It was a minute or two before I realized I was crushing my daughter and I rose up on my hands and kissed the back of her neck. She whimpered lightly. I withdrew from her causing a sucking sound as my penis dropped out.

She turned on her side away from me and I spooned up to her backside. I lovingly stroked her hair and planted little kisses on her neck.

She sighed and spoke first. “Thank you Daddy. That was the greatest thing to happen to me.”

“No, baby it is I that should thank you.”

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Hello...this is mostly a true story. Just changed a bit to keep things safe. It started with lack of sex from my wife. I was too afraid to cheat so I would masturbate. I would spend sometimes days just pleasing myself. But, it got boreing. I used to lay in my bed and stare out the windows hoping to glance a sexy woman or girl as i stroked my eigh

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t incher. It's only slightly thinner then my rist. And bends just like a bannana. I have or had at the time a two story town house with loft overlooking the bedroom I spent most of my time in.There's a window to my left and two behind me on either side of the head board.

My wife , the cold fish she turned out to be, brought a computer. She said I should learn and become a better artist. I was totally intimitated by computers. So I began exploreing the computer. And discoverd the internet. Prodigy had come already installed so within a few minutes I was surfing. On the search pane I tried somthing. The word sex.

The table I have setup for the computer is an old art table of mine. I have it faceing the window. In the loft. It gives me an even better view of the neighborhood then my view from the bedroom. The window Is huge. A double window at least six feet accros. It really lights up the loft area. Makes me feel all creative.

Any way I started exploreing sex sites on the net. I found a site called amature sisters. WOW real looking naked fine ass black chicks. They were members displaying for menbers. But you had to join. However it was a free trial and I went to town. These real women not models were istant tun ons for me and well...since I was home alone as is usual...I reached down to my cock witch was already getting hard as I concentrated on the unkown woman's streatch marks. Causing me to think...Hell she could be living next door. The window sill is lower then my 'puter table. low enough I can put my feet up on it as I open my legs and le my cock free of my shorts. But siiting like this is very hard to do as the zipper to my shorts is cuting into the base of my shaft so I get up to take them off.

I have no kids at this time so I just strip. My wife will be away for hours as usual so hell I strip. Directly accrose from me lives a family with a teenage girl a teen boy a sexy mom and who I think is an older sister who comes and goes. They're caucasian and they all looked good. But I was sure that I couldn't be seen because I was so high up and besides no one ever looked up any way. So I decided to just free up and have a nice session.

I started with my balls. Cause thet way I can make it last. I'm totally naked , I'm toned and rather good looking. My cock is really hard at this point and try as I may I just can't ignore the urge to pull back my foreskin as tight as I dare. MMM that feels good. I just hold it taunt like that for a while. I start clickin throught the thumbnails. and I realise for the first time I must learn to jerk off with my left hand. I  find that I'm pretty good at the slow stuff and hell the differnce feels real good. Kinda akward but still nice. I've found a new technique. Holding the base taunt for long moments then releasing then repeating. Perfect for surfing pics.

My pre cum is actually flowwing down my shaft...that's a first for me. but not my last first. I linger on this one black girl with the fattest pussy I've ever seen. My cock just throbs all on its own. Damn this is hot. Her pussy it's shaved too. Another first. I gotta right hand it now...

It's just getting dusk when I noticed movement in the window accross the way. I focus for but a second. It's just a metter of changing focus from my puter screen to my opened window. My head didn't even move. A good thing I think. I don't know who I see but I can see a female in the window. She's on the bed I think faceing me...can she see? My heart has never beat so hard. I can bearly breath or concentrate as i realize she's been wathing me the whole time and can obviously see all. I'm so turned on now my head is spinning.

I now grab on to my dick with both hands stand up and just cum . I cum as hard as I've ever cum at that moment. I aim my cum right at her. It spurts against the window, gets on the desk , alittle on the key board. but when I finnaly stop. She's looking right at me. She gets up expressionless and pulls the shades...I suddenly feel shame,fright and just downright dirty. I back away from the window. I need to clean up close the curtains put my clothes on and hope to God no one comes knocking on that door to tell my wife what the hell I just did.

But after a few seconds of panic I tell myself to deny all and to even question anyone who comes at me with pervism complaints with pervisim questions of my own. It's then that the slats in her blinds open. It's darker now and her room is lit with light. She's there still looking but she's adjusted the blinds so we can see each other. Now that's hot. She goes back to the bed sits on the edge and lays back. She's wearin white undies and a big tee. She puts Her hand on her pussy nonchalant like and raises her left leg up on the bed edge and just sort of rocks the leg open and closed. I can't really see her head but hell. This time my cock leaps into my hand. Then I hear my wifes car . It's over...but damn I sure didn't want it to be.

I Sripped Julie on an Amtrak Train

Anonymous 101 on Voyeur Stories

This is a true story about exposing my modest but lovely wife to strangers, in a public humiliation she was helpless to prevent.  It’s something she would never agree to, so arranging it took some doing. 

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Since what I am writing really happened, and I am paranoid that some acquaintance may put two and two together and figure out who we are, I will call my wife Julie though that isn't her real name. And if you are wondering why I am going to such trouble to describe many minor details in writing, I am doing it for myself, so months and years from now I can reread this and fully experience the thrills I felt at the time.

One thing I discovered about my wife, which I now use to my advantage, is that every once in a while she likes to play "dress up". You see in every day life we are fairly casual people. We tend not to spend much money on clothing, or on going to fancy events, since we would rather spend it on travel, which we both enjoy.  Both Julie and I are middle aged. We met in our late 20's but had similar experiences growing up. When we were teens virtually everything formal was looked down on by our circles of friends. Call it a lingering 60's influence I suppose. Anyway, Julie skipped her Senior Prom and never dressed glamorously to go out on dates. I found out several years ago, however, while shopping at thrift stores together (we love finding interesting or off beat bargains) that my wife has a real eye for well made, well designed, "fancy clothes". Julie rarely bought them because they didn't fit well into our lifestyle, and she hesitated to buy clothes that would seldom get worn.

The great thing about thrift stores though is that most everything is inexpensive, so it opens up doors for experimentation. I saw Julie pick out some real classy clothes sometimes, though she almost always put them back, and they included some items I was surprised she even considered, because they weren't nearly as conservative as what she normally wore. I was slow to pick up on it at first, but boy lights started going on for me when I realized what was happening.

This was the road not taken, a side to Julie she never got to explore, though like every woman in America, those classic feminine images were always all around and affecting her. Though a few years past 40 now, Julie is a very attractive woman, 5' 7" with shoulder length brown hair and a trim, killer figure. Her 36C's are my heart's desire. OK, maybe they once hung a tad higher, but her breasts remain lush and nicely perched. No one would ever say that Julie's tits sagged, they are soft and full and virtually beg for fondling. And in the right clothes they become irresistible eye magnets. The trick is getting Julie into them.

I started paying closer attention to what Julie was drawn to, and learned to use that information toward my own end, which if you haven't already figured it out, is to expose my wife as much as possible in public. I found that there are certain colors and fabrics that Julie almost can't resist, lavender and silk are two examples. If clothes have some special touch, an interesting cut, quality tailoring, or just an expressive feminine look that catches her eye, Julie always finds them tempting.

Women always seem to have more to look at in stores than guys do, so when I got bored in a thrift store I began looking for things my wife might like. But mostly I looked for things I would like to see my wife wearing, and that usually meant the most revealing clothing I had the slightest chance of convincing Julie to leave our house in. It was the start of a multi year project of mine to get my intrinsically shy wife to wear increasingly sexy clothing.

That is a full story in itself which I won't go into now except to make two points that relate to the incident I am about to describe. The first is that a long build up preceded talking Julie into the dress she had on during the night in question. The second ties back to travel. We live within commuting distance to
Manhattan but we moved here fairly recently from another state, and New York is still new to Julie. To my wife Manhattan is almost as exotic as London or Paris. To make a very long story short, we have slowly evolved an arrangement. I encourage Julie to buy quality "provocative" clothes in Thrift Stores (quality is the key, Julie balks at anything she thinks looks "trashy") by arguing that, since they are so cheap, it's OK if she never finds a situation suitable for wearing them. That of course is the critical first step, getting revealing clothes out of the store and into Julie's closet. Silk is great because it is so often sheer, and anything that shows a lot of cleavage is on my short list also.

Then I dangle
Manhattan in front of her, or more to the point, I wait for her to mention it to me. It's enough of a trip for us that it really is too time consuming to spend an evening there without spending a night in a hotel, and Manhattan hotels aren't cheap. So I usually counter by suggesting that we go out somewhere local, but I let my wife know that if she would be willing to wear such and such outfit that I never get to see her in, I would break down and do Manhattan with her. It is the perfect storm for talking my wife into doing something she ordinarily would never dream of.

Julie loves the excitement of going into the city but she can see how it is impractical for us, in time, money, and hours spent away from my business, to do so with any frequency. And my wife very much does want to please me, so if there is something she can do to get me excited about travailing to
Manhattan also, that lifts the burden of guilt off her for suggesting it. Plus Julie honestly likes the clothes we bring home from thrift stores, she's just embarrassed about actually wearing them. But since I now know about the part of Julie that likes dressing up, that is what I feed on. That and the anonymity of the big city where no one will know us and anything goes. As a result I have gotten Julie into Manhattan wearing clothing that she truly is uncomfortable being seen in, but that look classy enough on her that she doesn't feel like a total tramp while wearing them.

Julie rationalizes that since some cosmopolitan women dress that way in Manhattan, there is nothing "wrong" about her doing it, and my wife always gets caught up in the excitement of being there. That thrill works enough of the time for her to overcome the haunting feeling that she's terribly exposed, while I live for the moments when Julie becomes a public target for male sexual energy. I spend a lot of time and money waiting for those moments, and Julie is mortified when they actually happen, but given enough time her desire to go back to
Manhattan gets the best of her, and we repeat the experience. And each time that we do I am usually able to talk her into wearing something just a touch more sheer or revealing, as Julie is very slowly acclimating to the experience.

I have to admit that there is something perversely erotic about slowly guiding my reserved and inhibited wife into accepting ever more brazen public displays of her luscious boobs to total strangers. The fact that Julie is obviously conflicted and reluctant just heightens the challenge and thrill for me in showing her off. Julies moist pussy remains off limits, because any hint of revealing that seems totally slutty to her, though lately some skirt slits have begun a climb up Julie's thighs.

OK, that pretty much takes us up to the present and the moment of perhaps my greatest triumphs in a continuing quest to expose my essentially modest wife's sweet body in public. My wife is a Democrat. You might wonder why I mention that but it very much plays into this story. Julie was very unhappy when George Bush won reelection and the fact he was going to be inaugurated again depressed her. She thought Kerry would win and was expecting to attend some celebration parties with friends. That never happened of course.

While on line Julie read something about a group of protesters who were organizing a Counter "Ball" for Inauguration Day at a DC nightclub. The idea was creative, everyone would dress up pretending to be very wealthy people to celebrate four more years of greed running rampant in
America. In other words it was a political costume party, a satirical slam against Bush's richest backers, and everyone was expected to dress up for the part. Yup, evening gowns and Tuxes. Julie mentioned it to me in passing but I doubt she expected I would agree to take her. I sensed how much my wife wanted to go. I knew she thought it sounded like fun but mostly it would be a way for Julie to counteract some of her depression about Bush winning. So I surprised her by saying I might consider it, but it depended on finding her the right dress to wear.

I was honest with Julie, driving down to D.C. for a Party sounded like a crazy idea to me. It was winter, roads could be covered by snow, lots of streets in
Washington would be blocked off for security on Inauguration Day. It would be a mess. Travel expenses and a hotel would add up to a lot of money, not to mention all the time and aggravation we would spend getting there and back. That was a lot to go through for a party, but I had a proposal that I thought might be workable.

I suggested we take Amtrak down from
New York to D.C. on the day of the Party. There was a return train back to New York leaving from Washington at We could stay late at the Night Club, then take that one home. The money saved by not getting a hotel for the night, plus the money not spent on car expenses would cover both our train tickets, and I wouldn't have to make that grueling round trip drive. Plus we both liked riding trains and that part could be fun. But no matter how you sliced it, it would mean a lot of time and money spent on going to a Party, which brought me back to Julie's dress.

I said I wanted to see her dress like a Hollywood Star, in an elegant but daring gown. I stressed we would be at a costume Ball, and playing the part of rich people, not ourselves. We really should act decadent, when would we ever get another chance to do so? I thought the payoff of the trip was a big enough lure that Julie might go along with it, and I was right. That is she at least agreed that we should go out looking for dresses. Julie knew it would take a daring one to get me to sign off on this plan, since she knew our game well enough by now. My motivation was to push her limits to have her look provocative.

Well the local thrift stores were a bust so I agreed we could dash into
Manhattan for a day to hit up some sophisticated ones. We found a few gowns that made Julie look sexy, but I wanted something over the top, so I was holding out. On the 5th store we scored, and I have to admit I lucked out, because what we found was really elegant, and that went a long ways toward helping Julie feel comfortable with the choice.

It was a strapless black velvet evening gown that was very low cut, with a slight heart shaped dip at the center allowing a V shaped plunge between the breasts showing lots of cleavage. The back was cut low also but straight across. The front was reinforced from below the breasts, which stiffened the fabric as it curved first up, then gently around, and finally slightly away from Julie's breasts while she wore it. That uplift, along with elastic in the fabric at the side of the dress, held the top safely up, though it looked like it could fall down any second because the fabric didn't hug Julie's breasts at the front where it minimally covered her. If you stood next to or behind my wife and looked down at her chest it was easy to follow the slope of Julie's breasts curving down underneath the velvet. I don't know if Julie realized that part. I suspect the tops of my wife's nipples were exposed from that angle but the fabric overhang left a shadow over that part of her breasts making it near impossible to be sure without a flashlight.

It didn't matter, my wife looked half naked while wearing that gown, and the black velvet contrast made her pale breasts look absolutely edible. I should also mention that the skirt of the dress had a wrap around quality that caused an elegant diagonal draping of fabric when standing, but which opened to a mid thigh split while sitting if care wasn't taken to keep it properly closed. Julie didn't figure that part out until later. My wife looked stunning in that gown and she knew it. Julie didn't look cheap, she didn't look slutty, she simply looked stunning. For $55 bucks on sale, we had the perfect gown. And Julie started calling it the Prom dress she never got to wear.

When all was said and done though this trip was costing me a fortune, because to get and stay in the right frame of mind, my wife wanted all the right accessories. New dress shoes, elbow length gloves, rhinestone necklace, a useless purse, you name it. Whatever it took to help Julie feel comfortable in her role, we assembled the pieces to her costume, while I rounded up a Tux that would fit me. And all the while I silently vowed I would get my monies worth out all of this.

At first Julie wanted to buy a bustier, which made me nervous because I wanted her naked under her gown. I stressed how good she looked without one, which was true, and said we shouldn't blow more money on another piece of clothing that Julie might never wear again, all the while hoping that my intentions weren't becoming too obvious. I couldn't stop her from shopping though and she found a black long line bra on sale that seemed like it might work, so I just bit my tongue. It didn't give her quite the added uplift she expected though and it felt just a tad uncomfortable on her, which gave me the opening I needed.

You see part of the deal was we would wear our costumes on Amtrak. We really had nowhere to go to change once we made it to D.C., and I didn't want to lug around a garment bag for my Tux in any case. Since we had ridden Amtrak into
Manhattan before, we knew they kept the trains warm, and Julie had a black velvet Bolero shoulder shrug that offered her a touch of modesty and warmth for the train ride. I said for the money we were spending I really want to see her in that dress all day, and Julie agreed to go along with it. Since that bra Julie bought made her gown fit a little snug, and since she was going to be wearing that gown for 24 hours from start to finish, she agreed to go without the bra.

So the day came and off we went on our adventure. Just like I thought, the Amtrak cars were well heated so Julie was able to take off her coat though she kept the bolero on. That did nothing to hide her cleavage, but it muted the effect of Julie's upper body being totally exposed. Still I wasn't complaining, Julie still looked damned hot, and for about an hour she humored me and took off the bolero too, which had me in 7th heaven. Julie was sitting in the aisle seat to keep away from window drafts so I had a pretty good idea what our fellow passengers were getting to look at when they walked past us down the aisle.

Once we got to D.C. the actual event was a lot of fun for both of us, but mostly otherwise uneventful. There were many wild outfits being worn but Julie's was definitely one of the hottest. The place was a little chilly though, so Julie kept her bolero on much of the time, and it was also dark and crowded. For most of the night we ended up standing on a balcony above the main dance floor, which limited the number of men who could see down Julie's gown. Limited but not eliminated, I should add. When I asked Julie later if anything made her uncomfortable while we were in the club she said there were a few times when she felt nervous, wondering if a man was standing near or talking to us just so he could look down her dress. I laughed and said probably, after all you look gorgeous, but as long as he didn't do anything rude there's no harm done, it's just part of the game.

The party wound down and we left to catch our train on time. While we were waiting for it to load we saw several other couples decked out in formal attire also, but we suspected they, unlike us, had attended one of the official Inaugural Balls. Once seated we found the train again well heated, and I was pleased to see, well lighted also. Julie settled into the aisle seat once again. My wife was on a medication that makes her drowsy, which she put off taking until we left the Ball. That, the late hour, and all the accumulated commotion, made Julie pretty tired, and it wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep snuggled against my left side. Julie had her coat off but her bolero was still draped around her shoulders.

While I was generally pleased with the way the day had gone, part of me was still a little disappointed. I thought it would be warmer inside the club so Julie could discard her bolero at coat check. I thought we would be mingling much more allowing many more men to ogle Julie. I was hoping it wouldn't be quite so damn dark inside, and so on. I guess I was also just sorry to see this special day of showing off Julie coming to an end. So I decided to push the limits further while I still had a chance.

I leaned my own head into Julie's shoulder and moved my right arm until my hand was holding her right arm near her elbow. Snuggled up against her like that I pretended to go to sleep, with my eyes kept open a slit to see if anyone was watching us. Since no one was sitting opposite us the only time anyone could see what I was up to was if they walked down the aisle. And what I was up to was shifting my right hand slightly so that I could hook a finger into the side of Julies dress at the skin line, while applying pressure down.

I noticed the way Julie's bolero draped her shoulders obscured my view of the progress I was making as I feverishly worked to expose my wife. Being careful not to be noticed, I pulled her bolero open first at my side, and then reached across Julie's chest to flick the fabric off her left breast. Her bolero was still on, but now it lay wide open leaving my wife more vividly revealed. While doing this I noticed that the fold on Julie's skirt had opened, exposing some of her thigh, so I pulled that cloth further aside also, leaving a broad V shaped expanse of Julie's flesh uncovered, pointing directly to her crotch.

Now I returned my right hand to Julie's right side, and resumed tugging down on her dress. Occasionally I froze when someone walked by us down the aisle, pretending to be fast asleep. I am sure at least one man made a return round trip by us. But Julie's dress was well tailored, and difficult to lower, at least while she was seated. I thought  I wasn't making that much progress until I made a startling observation. It wasn't so much that Julie's gown was slipping down, it was actually slipping sideways, from left to right, and the cleavage revealing V cut at the center of the bodice, meant to line up directly between her breasts, was slowly migrating toward me across my wife's right breast.

When I realized this I was stunned, because, to be honest, I didn't really think I would get away with actually flashing Julie's nipples on Amtrak. The gown would have to fall down too far I thought, and I was afraid the result would look as intentional as it actually was.  That could have gotten us into trouble, which I worried about. This way though was different. Julie's evening gown was never meant to sleep in. Who could say that the slit up the front of her dress didn't innocently fall open? Who could say that her bolero hadn't innocently fallen open also? And who could say that Julie's strapless gown hadn’t innocently twisted to the side when she shifted in her sleep to make herself more comfortable?


Armed with this insight I kept tugging at Julie's gown while she slept dead to the world, and watched more of her right breast spring into view. To be honest, from the angle my head was resting, I couldn't fully appreciate the effect all this was having on Julie's left breast. I knew the lower cut at the side of her gown was sliding over revealing more of it, I just couldn't tell how much. But the liberating effect on my wife's right breast was stark and unmistakable, more and more of her pale flesh emerged into the light until suddenly the pink glow surrounding Julie's nipple slid out from under the black velvet of her gown.

In a daze I kept pulling until almost half of my wife’s right nipple was out from beneath the dress. The way the fabric now stretched pinched tightly into Julie’s tit, forcing the exposed part of her ripe bud to thrust upward from her breast, an erotic consequence of the gown still constraining the covered half. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it might wake Julie.

Without moving my head I carefully opened my eyes more than the squint I had frozen them at. Right there next to me was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Here on an Amtrak train lay my usually modest wife, sprawled out sleeping on an aisle seat under bright lights, in her low cut strapless black velvet gown, precariously now clinging scandalously low.  The pitch black contrast of Julie's strategically arranged gown framed her exposed white body and made my wife look almost more naked than if she had been nude. The slit of Julie's skirt was pulled wide open exposing much of her thighs, more than enough to incite any mans imagination. Her bolero was flipped off her chest leaving virtually all of her barely clad breasts brazenly visible, but the crowning glory was my wife's right nipple, oozing out from beneath black velvet, clear as day.

I couldn't believe this was really happening but I thought I would get away with it. I was wearing a full Tux, Julie was in an evening gown. We were obviously respectable people who had come down for Bush's inauguration and fallen asleep on the train going home. I left it with Julie's nipple only half exposed because I knew that would seem more believable than if I tried to pop most of her breast completely out of her dress. To be honest though, I think my wife looked more erotic this way, her modesty more subtly betrayed. Julie was a vision of innocence violated, sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to her blatantly erotic public display.

About this time the train slowed down to make a stop in
Philadelphia (or a suburb, I can't remember) and I was a delirious near total nervous wreck. I knew we would get busted if anyone realized I was actually awake, so I kept my head snuggled against Julie in a natural sleeping position. Unfortunately that meant I couldn't see very much through the slit in my eye lids from that angle, but I was determined not to move a muscle. What I could see were people's legs when they moved down the aisle past us on the train, which happened several times as people rose to get off the train. I strained to hear any comments but my hearing isn't great anymore, my best ear was pressed against the seat, and there was back ground noise to filter out.

More people got on Amtrak in
Philadelphia than had just departed, and at least 7 or 8 people walked right past the seat Julie was sprawled across half naked. Again though, my impaired vision and hearing kept me from confirming anyone's obvious reactions to the spectacle of my wife lying exposed right there next to them. They had to see though. Everyone getting on a train looks at all the seats as they pass by, that's how you decide where to sit. And there was no missing Julie, with her lush 36C's swimming out of her low cut strapless black velvet gown, the skirt parted into a wide delta suggestively revealing most of my wife's shapely thighs.

So I was thrilled of course, but again with that nagging hint of frustration. The day still lacked a defining Voila! moment, when some stranger looked at my wife and totally lost it, when I knew he was viewing Julie as a sexual object with absolutely no pretense of hiding it. It was about this time that the conductor entered our car to collect fares from the new passengers who had just gotten on, as I could hear the familiar call, "Tickets please", approaching from the seats behind us.

The conductor was a large guy, probably in his 40's and handsome enough, with a short just starting to gray black beard. And he was sociable. When he collected our tickets in DC, he engaged us in some light conversation. I wasn't sure if he was checking Julie out then, but if he was he kept his composure. But that was before my wife fell asleep and I went to work on her gown. He hadn't returned since I transformed Julie's attire (or lack of it) from a formal example of elegant sensuality to a brazenly raw sexual display. This was the real test of my resolve to violate Julie's modesty in public. However friendly he might have been before, the conductor is the voice of authority on a train, and I knew as he moved slowly down the car he was certain to notice my wife half nude on the aisle where any passenger could find her.

Would he decide to wake us to cover Julie? My wife would absolutely freak to be found by a man that way and I shuddered to think of the wrenching scene that would follow. But knowing that this conductor, a man who 45 minutes earlier stood joking with my wife, would soon find her completely defenseless, laid out to please him like a mere gift wrapped sex toy, that excited me. This was invasive. It meant peeling away the last shred of Julie's privacy. Offering my exposed wife now to a man she had talked with earlier made Julie's public humiliation much more intimate, and the thought was too intoxicating to resist. It was the middle of the night and there were no kids on the car. I decided to roll the dice and leave Julie as she was, nearly stripped, fully lit, sleeping helpless in her seat.

Of course I was as nervous as I was excited. It reminded me of an Eagle's lyric; "This could be heaven or this could be Hell". I had my eyes almost completely shut now, and I could just see a sliver of the aisle through my eyelashes. Believe me, I was taking no chances that the conductor might figure out I was really awake. I saw his coat brush past our row as he stopped at the seat in front of us to ask some woman for her fare. Absolutely no reaction. Damn, Damn! How could he gaze at my wife's lewd display, and then just go about his business?

Then it happened. In mid sentence the conductor completely lost his train of thought, stuttered and went silent. Finally he laughed and managed an apology to the passenger, openly confessing that the sight of Julie’s body splayed out in the seat behind her had totally absorbed his attention. I couldn't catch all their words, but this lady clearly had noted Julie's compromised condition earlier, because she assured the conductor that his distraction was quite understandable. He followed up with a direct comment about Julie's state that I couldn't quite make out. All together they chatted for maybe a minute, though it definitely felt longer to me, engaged in small talk over my disrobed wife.  Finally the conductor resumed his journey down the aisle and it was over.

The rest of the trip is sort of a blur. I know I left Julie in that condition for some number of minutes more until she stirred slightly in her sleep. Afraid that she would open her eyes and notice her nudity, I flipped Julie's bolero back over the gown where her nipple was falling out. Then I quickly closed the gap in her skirt a little, though still leaving a lot of her thigh visible. We rode a while longer till I realized I was pretty tired also. It felt too risky to potentially nod off and lose all control of the situation, so I tugged Julie's gown up just enough to recover her nipple and left my wife sleeping that way, as the train stopped several more times before pulling into Penn Station, where she pulled herself together in a sleepy daze.

In hind sight I'm amazed that I pushed the envelope so far with Julie on the train that night. There was nothing subtle about the way I posed her. Her breasts were spilling right out of her dress under bright white lighting, her nipple popping out in very clear view. My wife had the look of a peeled banana, the last remnants of her black gown merely emphasizing Julie's nakedness and vulnerability to everyone who passed by her, bare inches from her velvet framed, inexcusably exposed, and luridly available body.

It was just like being a teen again, with my raging hormones overwhelming all rational thought. What made me believe I could strip my wife in public without getting busted? Yes I had some special circumstances going for me, but a number of passengers saw Julie and not one lifted a finger to help her. The conductor, the man who could have stopped it, instead gave his leering consent, permitting my wife's exposure without looking the other way. Him standing over Julie, chatting about her unfortunate indecency with another women, was the fitting culmination of my wife's humiliation.

So I've got to thank you Guy, because you really made my day, but I'm sure that Julie made yours also.

Seen unaware (sequal to first time seen)

lakshot on Voyeur Stories

I had gotten home erly from work. No big deal. It happens from time to time. And as usual my wife wouldn't be home till late. We'd been fighting. Sex was the subject  or lack there of to be more precise. Her parting shot was..." go get it from somewhere else!"

Quite effective I must say. Hurt real good too. So to come home to a quiet empt

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y house was but a boon for me...really. So first thing I did was raise the three windows in the bedroom. The two on either side of the head board and the other one that faces my neighbor from my first story. By the looks of things no one was home. Nor will they be any time soon. Only people home this early are the unemployed. At least as far as I was concerned.

Then I ran The shower, Took of my sweaty clothes and got on in. No closing of doors or shades. I'm on the second floor. To see me you gotta be really trying. Or at least fortunately positioned. The neighbors behind me were closer then the ones on the side. From my shower I can actually see the reflection of somone's deck, sliding door, double living room window and part of the kitchen window. In the bathroom mirror I thought nothing of it. Can't see in so I guessed they couldn't see out. Nice deck though. I remember thinking to my self at that moment. Always see the fine looking raven haried beauty with a kid at times but, I've never seen hide nor hair of husband or man over there period.

As I showerd I noticed that the double window had the curtains opend and the shade up. As I moved around in the shower totally enjoying the water I turned around and saw in the reflection of the mirror the sexy neighbor. She was sitting there with a book and some sun glasses on. She looked hot. Guess the baby's sleep. I decided to soap up. As I did I studied her body. Pale white skin. Almost glowing in the sunlight. Long dark hair contrasting with her hair. Nice big tits. I know nothing from bra size but sufice it to know. They were more then a hand full. She looked a lot like wonder woman sitting there with that short dress and sleevless shirt on. Her stomach was almost flat as she sat there. And her bare feet...wow long toes not too long...a little bumpy at the joints but not too much. Long and slender but not big old sasquash feet. I could see them pretty well from where I was. And as I concentrated on her feet My cock started to rise. It just sort of uncurled and slowly stood up.

The thing about feet with me is that I like them a lot. Fettish dose not even apply. To me feet rank up there with tits. When I see toe cleavage instant rock hard on. When I see naked feet with long pants ooohhh I could cum.With sandels yum ! wih flip flops Damn! But, the best is to see bare legs straight down to bare feet. I like all kinds hairy or not. Stubby or long. Any color all races. When I go out and about you could spot me. I'll be the one looking down. And walking funny as I try to hide my pole. Show those feet ladies! Snellville and Dekelb counties...I'm out there roaming the parks and malls yum!

I start strokin my dick. It's big thick heavy and hard. There's no give in the thing. I soap it for lubrication. I'm not being easy or trying to make it last. I'm looking at my neighbor and jerking off as she reads her book. I graon a little as I feel the build up in my balls. This is going to be quick. I close my eyes as I begin to cum. "OOOHHHUUUHHH" As I release I open my eyes to see my neighbor with her legs up in her chair her feet in even better display framed against those bare creamy thighs. That little short skirt all the way up and all I see are her little red panties. The little pussy mound and the rest almost disapearing into the crack of her sexy shapely ass. She has her knees to her face and her arms about her calfs holding her book. Funny how she's been faceing me the whole time. Can't tell where she's looking. That thought alone lengthend my orgasmic after shocks a few more seconds.

I linger in the shower a few more moments, cleaning and enjoying the cum high. Not wanting to loose sight of my sexy neighbor I decide to use the door to the halway. Let me explain. I have two door to my bathroom. One opens to my room. The other to the halway that is between my room and my spare room. There is a linen closet there on the wall faceing the staircase up to my loft that overlooks the bedroom. I get out of the tub and think to myself I wonder if she can see me is she even looking ? Then as I get out of the tub I hear her shift in her deck chair. It takes all I've got not to react. My heart starts pounding hard and fast. It feels like It's in my ears. My fingers get real cold as it dawns on me. If I can hear her She can hear me. She heard me cum. My dick Got real hard real fast. I'm suprised my dick done that so soon after what I call a relief of tension cum. It's what I usually do after work. Puts me in a relaxed mood till just about bedtime. When I'll be needing the real thing.

I decide to steal a quick glance in the mirror as I step out and half turn left toward the tub. As if checking for somthing. She has her legs crossed now with one hand holding the book and elbow on the arm rests. The other hand down between her thighs right where her pussy is. Is she touching herself ? My breathing's getting hard to controll. I play it off as a yawn and walk right out into the hallway. Whatever her view was before it just got better I thought. Cause now she is almost perfectly lined up to see straight down my hallway. At that time I had no stomach. A defined chest but not really big. Broad shoulders and a toned a little toward the muscular side body. Six Two 200lbs even. I walk to get a freas towel and go into my room. I usually do this in the bathroom with the door closed or half open. Then the thought hit me...just how long has she been watching me ? Since I moved in and brought this place ? OOOh The hotness of it all. A sexy fine woman on the perv tip with me as her target.

I go to the left side of my bed. It's the side her vantage point is on. I haven't looked out the wndow since walking in. I hear her shift again. It's killing me not to react to every sound she makes. I reach for the remote and turn on the T.V. I fumble with it and drop it purposefully in order to have a reason to turn around an look out of the window. She's standing now. And just as I looked her way she shot her head upward as if that's where she was looking the whole time. I linger on her. Her shades are in her hand and I can see her whole body as she stands. Wonder woman my ass. She's way better to look at and she's real and bare foot too damn.  She moves now to lean against the railing somewhat. I act like I'm toweling off as I three quater the window. This way I can make it look like I'm watching the T.V. while being carefull not to wet the bed too much. With my face not quite in her direction and me acting as normal as I can while I towel my legs one at a time using the bed for support. My cock is dribling and oozing pre cum. I turn my back as I do my torso and arms. I'm in the three quater stance again facing the T.V. As I towel my head I adjust so I can just see then turn slightly and slow like and now I have confirmation. She's staring intently at my eight incher.

I drop the towel and go get the lotion. I use it sometimes but this time it will be but a prop in my show.  I begin to lotion my arms first. But then i realized. There's now way to see her watching me the whole time. Damn ! But in order not to scre her away or break the illusion I'll just have to do without. Besides the knowlegde she's watching has me so hot. How long before I yank one out. I'll just lotion my slef and try and not jump the gun and start yanking...she might think the show was over and go in. I turn my back to her fully now and then I see my ace. My picture hanging cold fish has a pic right there on the wall. A good size too. My on looker is almost plainly sen in the reflection of the glass. Her eyes are on me. She can't tell I can see her in the reflection so she stops hiding and stealing glances. She moves her chair back a little and sits down again. I start on my ass. I lotion it low and deliberate. She licks her lips. I do one cheek then the other. Hell pre cum is just oozing out of my dick. Fells like I need to pee ? Damn It feals like cum. It feels like I might cum right now. I turn to my left now. I slowly do my whole left leg. Stopping at the cructh area. Am I teasing her or my self. My dick just wants to shoot. I put my right leg up on the bed now. Like this with my body three quatered she should be able to see my big ass balls, my very erect cock, my flat stomach and strong looking legs. It's all for her on dispay. I slowly begin to lotion my right leg. Wish I could more often look at her. But as long as she thinks I don't know this can continue. From this position I can glance but not too often. At least that's what i'm thinking. The lotion on the bed between latherings is hard to do now in this position. So without thinking I put the lotion bottle on the nightstand. "WWHHOO HHOO!" I can actually see her fully every time I reach for the bottle. Great! It's still very bright out. It's summer timeish. Kids aint out yet. I begin to apply lotion to my groin area. All around my balls and base of my cock. I turn towards her ever so slightly to give her full view as to what's next. As I reach for the lotion I see her smilling. Dirty like. Like she was stealing and getting away with it. And in fact she was, what a turn on. I begagn slowly lotioning my balls from the base of my shaft up to where my cock juts out from my nut sack.

I reach for more lotion. My cock seems longer then usual, I've never felt the jead of my cock against my belly above my navel before. This time I put the glob in my hands with out rubbing them together. As I do this I steel a glace at her. She's leaning so far foward in her chair it looks like she's going to fall. Her legs are pressed together so hard I can make out the red and white of her thighs like when white people sqeeze their looser skin after too much sun. Her shades are back on, her face is a little darker and her smile is gone. Her elbows are on her knees and the book is open and just hanging there.

She's as hot as I am I find myself thinking.When I put the lotion on my cock I wait a brief moment then I pull back my fore skin with my right hand and hold the lotion there against my cock as the super sensitive part of my cock is revealed. This sensation sends intense shocks into my belly makin be cut my breths. I loose myself in the sensations. Now with both hands I begin the slow caress. This is so hard to do standing. My legs go week as I try to maintain balance and control. jerking off is better laying or sitting. This standing is hard to do when I'm this turned on.

I caress the head while holding the skin back tight like but not too much. I almost black out like that and just deside to jerk normally. I pull a few quick ones and just cum. Explosively. It's everywhere. But the after shocks are so intense i feel like i'm cumming again. I can't even touch myself for a while. My cock goes soft but stays long. The head won't retreat back into the sheath. Did I over do it ? I use the towel to clean up what I can find. I steal another glance out at my neighbor as I clean up. She gets up. There's a darkstain where she was sitting. She turns the cushin over. Her little short dress is wrinkled where she sat and there's the stain. She goes into the house. Me? I stay naked. I'm gonna cum again just on the memory of what just happend. And from now on when I get home. These windows will be opend.

HOW I CAUGHT MY MOM

lucky1990 on Voyeur Stories

Hi, all cyber friends, I am a regular reader of sex stories especially of Incest Stories.. after having a nice experience of my life. I want to share that true experience of my life with all you that happened last year, when I was 17 years old. Let me introduce myself to all my friends first. I am Ahmed, 18 years old, studying in B.Com I-Year here in Islamabad. I have a very short family. Just me
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and my parents. After my birth, my parents avoided to have more kids for 5 years and then tried much but no vain. Because usage of contraceptive pills this period of five years, made a serious injury in Mom’s uterus and Lady Doctor had decided to finish uterus. So there would be no more kids in future. Mom was very upset at this operation but she had no option. By the passage of time, she settled down and tried to face the fact. At my birth my Mom was only 20 years old while my Dad was 30 years, 10 years difference in age, a much bigger difference in their moods, too. My Dad was cold-minded person but Mom was much hotter and healthier than Dad. Mom is still cute and nice to watch. My Dad is eldest brother of his three sisters and two brothers family. So he first got established his family and then got married. My Dad is working in Saudi Arabian Airlines since last three years and living currently now Jeddah. My Mom and me are living here alone in our new house in Islamabad that Dad has made in year 2003. All the things were going Ok. Although my hormones have been changed and I most of the time used to watch porn movies on my computer or on net. But I never thought ancestrally.

Things started getting changed when my Chachu Hammad (Uncle- my father’s youngest brother) came here and lived with us for 15 days. He is working in a bank and living with my grandparents in town. Last year his bank arranged a two-weeks training workshop here its main head office in Islamabad. My Chachu with his workshop colleagues have to live here in a Motel arranged by their head office. Chachu visited our home next day of his arrival here, as it was his off day. He is a beautiful guy and have a nice built body, strong muscles, clean-shaved, 6 feet in height and always keep himself well dressed. He was just 28 years old that time that time. Just 11 years elder that me and 9 years younger than my Mom. I lastly saw him two years ago when we went to our town. But that time he was not doing a banking job just finished his studies that time. My Mom got angered at him that why he preferred to stay at Motel, why don’t to live with us this period. He was looking shy and said “He is Ok there, don’t worry”. But my Mom said “No, not at all. Go to Motel now and pick up your all luggages and come here to live with us. Give us a chance to serve you…. Otherwise Ahmed’s Dad will be angry at me not to serve you”. He said, “Ok, Bhaby, I will come here tomorrow”. My Mom said, “No Dear, today you have to come here, understand or not”. He just smiled and said, “Ok, Ok, I will…”

That day, about 8:00 pm, he was there with his luggages. I was very much happy that I have met a friend for a month and we will enjoy his stay with us. Mom was also happy that he has followed her instructions. She made a lot of dishes.. We all have a nice dinner and then a great tea session. At about 10:30 pm, we tired much and have to sleep. My Chachu has to stay with me in my bedroom, as we have two big bedrooms, one for my parents and one for me. Any family member who comes to our home, would have to stay in my bedroom. Most of the time, I have to get bored … because there is lots of disturbance the whole period of their stay with me. But I was very happy… after all he is my Chachu. He has a very nice personality to live with him. I that time thought that his life partner would be the luckiest of the world, he is so loving, so cute, I really admired by him. One week passed very quickly, Chachu has the routine to go early on his workshop and come at home around 3:00 pm and I have very tight schedule that days. I was coming home around 5:00 pm and then to go for a game with my friends and come home around 6:30 to 7:00 pm at night. Then have a dinner with Mom and Chachu and then busied myself with my computer. It was March 2006. I was used to sleep 11:00 pm but those days I go my bed around 10:00 pm, I thought cause of tight studying schedule, I got tired and have to sleep earlier than my routine sleeping time before.

That day was Saturday, after dinner around 9:00 pm Mom gave me milk as normal routine. I was there in TV Lounge with them when my mobile rang. I found that ring is coming from my bedroom, so I have forgotten my mobile in my room when I changed. So I took my milk with me and go to my room.. It was my friend Arshad, who just asked about the preparation about Monday test. We chatted about ten minutes and then he finished that call.. I have to place my mobile on my computer table.. But indecently, I didn’t notice the milk glass and glass fall down to carpet. I quickly saved my mobile and then pick up a rough cloth from my draw to clean the carpet. Luckily my Mom and Chachu didn’t hear the sound of glass falling. I quickly pick a cup of water and clean the carpet completely and then went to kitchen and put a empty glass there and joined them in TV Lounge. Both were looking happily and enjoyed each company. I remain with them for an hour and then go to my room to study for the Monday test. Around 10:30 I got tired from studying and decided to go sleep. I didn’t notice when my Chachu came to bed… It was around 12:00 am at night when I feel a very heavy pee. I got up and straightly went to attached-bathroom. When I came out, I was bit relaxed then I noticed that my Chachu was not there on his bed. I checked the time on my mobile.. My bathroom light was still on. Where my Chachu can go this time. I came out from bed silently to TV Lounge. This was darkness everywhere except my Mom bedroom. Light was coming to TV Lounge under the door and floor gap. I stunned for a while. Wow.. is my Chachu is here in my Mom bed but for what reason…. I walked towards the door and on touching doorknob, I have come to know that door is locked from inside. Now I was shocked much because there were large moaning and humping sounds coming from my Mom bed. I was really shock, cause my Mom was moaning loudly and saying “Yes, Dear.. Fuck me hard.. Fuck me hard. I want it badly. Please fuck me deeply.” Mom’s bed cracking sounds to be heard easily and these were coming with a rhythm. My Mom was being fucked by my Chachu, how it happened.. I was really shocked.

I stayed there for a while but I couldn’t control myself and came to my bed. Then a idea came to my mind that Mom bedroom window and my bedroom window are in back-gallery which door open in my room. But on searching from every side of window, I came to know that there in no clue left for spectators. Now I was really frustrated, firstly to know that my Mom was being fucked my Chachu, secondly I couldn’t watch them, especially my Mom nude. Now I came to my bed and was thinking, why they did so disgusting thing and how this happened. How they came close to each and when it started, there were lot of questions coming to my mind and I simply say, “NO, I don’t any idea”. On thinking that after all, my Mom was away from my Dad since two years. She is still quite young and very hot, my Chachu was also bomb young personality and still unmarried and both are of equal ages and equal motions. I should enjoy by the situation not to be upset. I was thinking and thinking and now I recalled my memories how it became possible. My Mom was happy when my Chachu came our home, she must decided a plan earlier that time. And she was looking sexiest that those days because she was took caring herself, her shapes and her dressing. Why I didn’t take notice they’re these hot activities, surely my Mom was mixing sleeping pill in my milk those days and that day by indecently I got escaped from her planning. And I also not much giving them time, so my Mom got the chance to came closer to him and convinced him to these fucking activities. Now I was sure that this all became possible because of my Mom will. Now I had a plane in my mind, how to watch their night drama. I was just waiting for next morning. Now I was thinking that I should get my Mom free, at last she got a chance very difficulty to fulfill her dreams. That night how passed I didn’t know.

I woke up, it was Sunday. My Chachu was still sleeping with satisfied face. I thought that time my Chachu is sure a lucky on that he got a bomb-figured lady to fuck these days… my Mom was sure a bomb lady and every one who got a chance to touch her certainly would be the luckiest man of the world. Around 9:00 am, we all were at taking breakfast. All were considering themselves the luckiest of the world. That got the chance to relax their nights and I was considering myself the luckiest that a now incest lusting world was going to open for me. Surely I would watch them soon. After breakfast my Chachu had gone with his colleagues who picked him earlier today to enjoy the Sunday outside. Mom was going to Sunday Bazar with neighboring aunty to shop for the whole week.

Now I have the time to take action that I have thought yesterday night. I went to my Mom bed and watched deeply every option. There was an exhaust fan hole upper the window for summer use and now there was plastic sheet was putting outside. I have a very advanced PC Camera in my draw but it has only one-meter cable. I needed around 5-6 meters cable to put a camera hidden on exhaust fan and connect it with my PC. I took the camera, locked the home and went to my electrician shop that was my class-fellow earlier. I asked him to put a 5-6 meter cable with that camera to install it in our covered porch for security purpose. He took 20 minutes and my camera was ready. He checked it before delivering to me. Now I entered the house and took a wooden ladder from the store and installed it carefully on the exhaust fan that no one couldn’t notice it. There was gas pipeline in the back-gallery so I carefully hide the cable behind it and entered it from my bedroom window behind the curtain. There was my PC table near the window, I plugged it in PC and started my PC. Wow.. I was succeeded to watch my Mom whole bedroom. It took two hours to complete. Now I unplugged that camera cable and dropped it behind PC table. Now I was very much happy and waiting anxiously to watch the coming night drama. I took a shower when I came out, Mom came back from bazaar. I told her that I am going to my friend to study combined for the next day test and would come at evening.

Around 5:00 pm, I entered the home. Chachu was at home too as he came back just before me. We spent the time there in TV Lounge, till it was dinner time. Mom prepared the dinner and we all ate it with joy. Now it was 9:00 pm, when Mom came with milk in three glasses and handed over me a one glass. I took it and came to my bedroom by saying that I have to phone my friend. I came to my bedroom and dropped that milk in the washroom. And then started studying for the coming test. They were still in TV Lounge and talking about fashion, film and much more. Around 10:15 pm, I pretended to go sleep but was noticing everything happening in my home. Chachu came to bedroom after short while and gone to sleep. Around 11:00 pm, his mobile beep whistled and went out and closed the door by knowing that I was sleeping. I was waiting for that moment.

He entered the Mom bedroom and locked the door from inside. I heard that voice too. Now I silently, plugged in that camera cable to PC and took out the speaker cable and took ON my PC. Now I was watching my Mom bedroom.. and what a first scene that I watched. Chachu was standing near her bed and hugging my Mom and holding her in his arms and kissing her face everywhere. She was in her beautiful nightgown. She was responding him too with passionately. Now they were french-kissing each other… She dropped him to the bed and still holding his face and kissing him on the face, ears and neck. He was caressing squeezing her ass buns. They were chatting and laughing but I couldn’t hear them. She was unbuttoning his shirt and now licking his chest spots ferociously and he was enjoy and fingering her head with lovely. Suddenly she stood up on her knees and unfastened her beautiful gown and dropped it on the corner table. Wow, what a lustful body I had ever seen. Now she was in her skin colour bra and white colour panties. Now she approached him and removed his shirt took her left hand on his huge bulge and fondling his cock that was ready to be opened. Chachu was caressing her back and then unhook her bra and there were two loving melons in front his face to be sucked. He was gently sucking her right to left boobs and placing his face between her boobs cleavage. She was now dropping down her panties and meanwhile he dropped his trouser too. Mom was helping him to remove his boxer and release his cock openly. That was damn.. so big in size with bulging and glistening head. That would be surely around 8” in length and much thicker to be hold in her hand. She was excited to watch it closely. As he released his cock from his boxer, she attacked on that. She was in knee position and rubbing his thick cock in her hand and kissing on cock top, while in this position I was able to watch her ass buns and beautiful glory hole fully exposed from where I came to this nice world. What a pussy with big lips and a big crack. Nice dark brown tight asshole was visible fully as the light was fitted near window side. She was sucking his cock to his half-length and playing with his heavy balls with her left hand. He was fingering in her hand and some time forced her head to suck the maximum length of his cock as she could receive.

My cock was fully erect and I was masturbating while sexy drama was going on. Now Chachu was headed on pillow and asked her to put her ass on his chest. They were 69 positions, he was caressing her ass buns and licking her asshole and pussy surroundings with his tongue tip while she was trying to get his cock maximum length in her mouth. She was moaning as he entered his tongue tip deeply in her pussy. Now his dick was its full length with big veins arousing. I was really fascinating be their love to each other bodies. She has increased her mouth pace and now he was ready to come. As he told her something and she suddenly changed her position. Now he was standing on her knees and ready to shoot his full load in her waiting mouth. She fondled his balls and he was releasing his load after load to her mouth and she was swallowing his all cums. She swallowed till his last cum and then gently sucking his cock head not to lose a single drop. Now he laid down to his back and breathing heavily as he reached his climax.

She was still hungry for more sex and her waiting pussy was shining with her love juices. She sat on his belly and gently started rubbing her pussy on his limping cock and placed her one boob on his mouth. He was sucking one mouth and squeezing other with his hand while his cock was coming to life again. Now she placed her pussy on his mouth and he was licking it deeply. While he was rubbing his cock which was coming to its full length. Mom saw that his cock is now fully erected, she moved down licking his body and suddenly grabbed his cock with both hands and started to suck it. Her pussy was leaking her love juices and ready to be fucked. She positioned herself over his cock and rubbed his cock head in pussy lips to lubricate first and slowly pushed her pussy down to received his full cock length. Now she moved her hips encircled over his cock then she was moving his body to fuck him vigorously. He was also responding from below to burry his full cock length in her body. Her boobs were swinging over his face and touching his nose. He was caressing her body with his both hands from her waist to hips and enjoys her fucking style. My Mom would be so horny, that time I felt. I was also enjoying their fucking because first time in my life I was watching this true experience other than porn movies. They remained in this position for fifteen minutes then tried another fucking style. Now she was kneeling on the bed and he came behind her. First he licked her sweets hole to taste her love juices then put his cock on her pussy lips and thrust the whole length with one attempt as her pussy was used to his cock thickness and size. He was humping and thrusting her with rhythmic motion, while she was resting her face on the pillow. He has strong muscles and strong temperament to fuck her for an hour. He was fondling her boobs and pulling her body to him. On seeing this I was near to cum so I went to bath and shoot my load and then came out. Now they were trying another position. Mom was on her back and he was on top. Holding her legs wide apart, licking her pussy lips vigorously. She moaning loudly as her face showed. She was reaching her orgasm, pushing her head down to her sweet hole. He positioned himself, put a rough towel under her hips as they decided earlier to cum in her pussy because she has no fear of being pregnant. He placed his cock head over pussy entrance and thrust it deeply as it could go. Now his face of fucking was marvelous as he was going to reach his second orgasm. Mom was putting her both hands on his hips, locking her legs around her waist, encouraging him to go down and down as she was also going to her another orgasm. They were close facing to each, moaning loudly, fucking with pace. Suddenly his hips were shivering as he was shooting his load into her womb, she also reached her climax. He was still fully inside her and moving his hips to shoot his load till its last drop. She was kissing him passionately on his face because he gave her most joys those days. He dropped his body over her and her legs were still aparted. Now his juices were leaking from the gape and going down her asshole. He pulled out his limping cock and placed over her mouth, she sucked and swallowed the juices of both mixing. She dried his cock completely, now he dropped down his body and lay on his back beside her. Both were breathing heavily. I also enjoyed the whole drama, so now plugged-off the camera cable and put off the PC and pretended to sleep before the arrival of my Chachu to my bedroom. I really considered myself unlucky to miss the drama of last three-four nights. But luckily I would be witness of all remaining episodes of his 15 days stay with us. That was the first episode of that whole true sexy drama. What happened next that would be coming soon .. Share your comments with me. I would be waiting anxiously…


compas's first time

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My name is Mandy, and I'm married to Mike.

I'm about to recant the events that led up to me sharing myself for the first time with a man other than Mike, and the actual experience I encountered with that man.

Mike is a voyeur and is infatuated with watching me either seduce strange men or allowing myself to be seduced by them, and then having intercourse with them..

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It's not something that I agreed to easily. I was a virgin when I met Mike and he was the only one that I'd ever slept with prior to and since marrying him. It remained that way until about 6 years ago.

We got married when he was 21 and I was 20. I was very content being his wife and being unfaithful or having intercourse with another was something that never crossed my mind. I won't deny that I don't like a man's or men's attention, because I do. All my life I've always enjoyed dressing more provocative than most and I relish in any fervor my figure, looks or my attire draws from the opposite sex. Where-as some women might feel uncomfortable if a man ogles them, I am the opposite. If I know a man is watching me, I might, and usually will actually flash a little more leg, or,,, while grocery shopping, I'll bend over and linger an exxxtra long time looking at a bottom shelf item knowing my skirt is riding high and revealing more than it should.When I was young and in my teens, I was considered a tease, and I was! That suited me fine and I liked it that way, because unlike my girlfriends, I didn't have to put out in order to be desirable to the guys, but I sure enjoyed knowing that they wanted me more than the girls that had given in to their desires. 

Perhaps, in order for you to create a mental image of me, now would be the best time to describe myself. I am a long legged 5'3" natural brunette with blue eyes and weigh between 105-110 lbs. My measurements are 36,23,36 with a C cup and I'm one that's lucky enough to have all my proportions in all the right places. I'm considered very attractive and am often referred to, or likened as, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, sensual, etc. A seemingly conceited description of myself, but not really, seeing the similes are as men have described me and not as how I see myself. Although it would be nice to say that whether it's at work, shopping, the bar, or just out and about in general etc, men are always hitting on me and trying to get me to go out with them, but that wouldn't be an entirely truthful or an accurate statement. Yes, It does happen quite often but by those that are bolder or more confident than most but generaly speaking men tend to be withdrawn and shy in approaching me. When Mike and I were first married and the bolder ones would try to connect with me, I would have nothing to do with it.

All went as expected as a normal married couple for a few years, but slowly my husband started suggesting things in a subtle way. One night after we had made love for the second time and we were laying there recuperating he said, 
" I had this weird dream last night."
Naturally I asked him what it was and he described,

 " we were at a party and when it was time to leave, you were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere but I still couldn't find you. I went to get our coats from the bedroom where we'd left them and when I entered, I saw you there being felt up by a stranger. He had you up against the wall, groping your breasts and pushing your skirt up. I was so upset seeing the two of you like that, but I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed and even though I was in the same room, you weren't able to see me. It was like I wasn't there! You kept telling him stop it!, but he wouldn't stop. I wanted to help but I couldn't. I don't remember how it came about but all of a sudden you were both naked on the bed and you weren't fighting his advances anymore. Just as he was spreading your legs I woke up. What a crazy dream!"

I felt disgusted when I heard the details of his dream and told him so. He replied "Gosh, Mandy,  it's only a dream! I can't help or control what I dream." How could I argue with that? After all, everyone has dreams that don't make sense. Although I agreed with his point I was somewhat skeptical , seeing he was hard again and so shortly after making love for the second time. That had never happened before. 

A few weeks later, and very nonchalantly, he would bring the dream back up and say something like,
"Boy! you remember that dream I told you about? I keep thinking about it and you looked so sexy up against the wall. I can't help it, but I get hard every time I think about it." Although it still bothered me hearing him say that, I wasn't as digusted as when he first described it to me. By now I'd had time to think and I rationalized that it was a fantasy. Much the same as some of my fantasies. No big deal. If it excited him and enhanced our love making then I could accept it.

It wasn't long afterwards that as we were making love and as I was staring my climax, Mike would whisper in my ear " so? would you like it if a man other than me was inside you right now?" or " Do you have any idea how many men would want to be me and be where I am right now?" He never carried on. He just made subtle suggestions and soon I was enjoying hearing his naughty thoughts as I came to orgasm. No harm in that. It was only fantasy, wasn't it? Yes, I started to wonder If he would really enjoy it if it really was to happen And found myself fantasizing a fantasy that had never crossed my mind before. 

Over time, and when we were at the bar together, I started to get the feeling that should a man make moves on me, Mike wouldn't be upset by it or wouldn't care if they did.  If a man would come over to our table and ask me if I'd like to dance with him, Mike would say,
" It's up to her, I don't mind."


That type of answer sort of annoyed me and even if I didn't really feel like dancing I would do so anyways, just to get away and calm down a bit so that I wouldn't get into an argument with him over how easily he passed me out.

On one occasion in particular when I returned to our table, after dancing with a man that kept trying to pull me in very to him, I asked Mike,
" what if that guy had made advances towards me while I was waltzing with him?"
Mike shrugged it off and said,
"I doubt that! This a public place and he knows you are with me."

I don't know really remember why or when I changed from a loving wife to a flirtatious one. Perhaps it was because I wanted to prove Mike wrong about what some men would do, public or not, or perhaps it was when I wondered if he might eventually get jealous, but change I did!

Over time I found myself flirting more and more, and waltzing closer and closer with the men that asked me to dance with them. Mike never got jealous. Naturally, with me waltzing in tighter to my dancing partners as I now tended to do and with the effects of the liquor, atmosphere and flashing lights, it was only a matter of time before a hand, whether accidentally or not, would brush against one of my breasts or would ride down the hollow of my back and work its way down further until it was on my butt.

Initially, when that happen, I'd make an effort to stop them. Eventually, especially once I knew Mike had seen the other's antics and never said anything, I stopped rejecting their advances. Subsequently I found myself dancing in a very intimate manner and now that I didn't place any restrictions on my dancing partner's hands, it would usually result in an erection being pressed up against my leg. Prior, if I got the feeling Mike didn't care, I would have felt repulsed. Now, I found that it stirred me inside. I couldn't control that. It must be nature, because it certainly wasn't with any intent on my part.

I remember the first time things went much further. As usual, once we arrived at the bar, Mike put his name up on the challenge board at the pool tables. Just as so many times before, once his turn came to play, he'd be gone and leave me sitting by myself. As it turned out, Mike's first game was against Steve and Mike beat him. That's how Steve ended up sitting at my table with me. Mike had invited Steve to sit at our table seeing he was by himself. While Steve waited for his turn to play pool again, we got the chance to talk and get to know each other some.He had a wonderful sense of humor and had me laughing most of the night. When Steve's turn would come to play pool again, I found myself feeling disappointed that he had to leave. I wished that he would loose, just so that he would be back quick and make me laugh some more. Mike was on a roll and winning all his games. Steve was back at my table within minutes. Mike only lost two games in three or four hours, and that's the only time he was at the table with Steve and I. While Mike was gone, Steve and I had a great time talking and dancing. About half an hour before the bar was to close Mike finally a game and when he came over to the table he asked Steve if he'd like to play some pool at our house. Mike rationalized leaving, seeing he wouldn't get another turn at the pool tables before the bar closed. Mike had been playing for two beers per game and I could hear he was very drunk.We all left and as I drove to our house, Steve followed in his car.

After a few games of pool at our house , Mike started to become rude and abusive towards Steve. He was saying things like,
" Hell man, you are the shits. Mandy doesn't play pool and she could beat you."
I was so embarrassed. and said so. I kept apologizing for the way Mike was acting and Steve said
" that's OK, he's pretty drunk I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
After about three games, Steve said he didn't want to play for a bit, and that it was too boring for me.
"Well!" Mike said,
"OK, fine! You two can sit and talk. I'm going to lay down. I'll be back later."
As he was heading up the stairs, he looked over at me and slurred,
" you can entertain him for a while."

Steve and I sat talking, having a few drinks and listening to music for about fifteen minutes.At one point he asked if I wanted to play some pool, but I declined, reminding him I didn't play pool. He then said,
"you dance, would you like to dance?"
I laughed at that, and replied,
"Yes, I'd love to."


We moved into each others arms, as we had done at the bar. It shouldn't have felt any different, but as our bodies moved together I instantly became aware of Steve's hardness that was pressing up against my leg. We had only just started to dance, and I remember thinking

"He's already got an erection! Even before, I'm in his arms!"

I had felt the same thing at the bar, but there it hadn't occurred right from the onset. At the bar it had felt sexy, now it felt sensual. Also, unlike at the bar where he had only one arm around my waist, now, both of his arms encircled me. In hindsight I suppose I shouldn't have allowed him to do that but that night it felt right. Actually, I was getting bit drunk myself and even though I had a feeling that this might go much further than just dancing, I didn't want to do anything to stifle the feelings Steve was arousing within me. We danced to a couple of songs, and the whole time I kept thinking Mike was going to come back downstairs at any second. About this time, Steve needed to use the washroom and while he did, I slipped upstairs to check on Mike. He was laying on our bed, snoring and seemed out cold. Knowing Mike, and how deep he slept when drunk, I felt he was likely out for the night.

I returned back downstairs and when Steve came out of the washroom, we started to dance again. Half way through the song, his hands were lower than they had been all night. I pulled them up once or twice, but soon, I relented and didn't stop him.The skirt I was wearing wasn't long, but I became aware that Steve was somehow making it shorter and getting it to ride higher and higher by the chill on my skin as it became exposed to the basement's air. I just didn't realize how high! That is, until I felt the cool basement air on my buttocks. The next thing I remember happening was his fingers slipping inside the top edge of my pantyhose. Never having a man do that to me, it caused me to reflexively pull away from his touch. By doing so, it caused me to move my pelvis in closer to him. Now we were moving as one. I can't say dancing, because we really weren't moving our feet. We were just sort of swaying to the music. I felt so guilty, but yet so good. The good was stronger. I didn't stop him. His fingers continued their journey down until they were moving down into the top of my panties as well. His hands were SO warm! As Steve's hands kept moving further down, my natural reflexes continuously caused me to move away from his advances, resulting in my pelvis moving forward further and up tighter yet up against his erection. The further his hands slid down, the more compressed I ended up against him. I remember thinking how long his penis felt, up against my leg. Much longer than Mike's. Soon, my hose and panties were half way off my buttocks and both of his hands were caressing my cheeks.

About that time, the music ended. I had to change the disc. I went over to the stereo and while I was bending forward to change the disc, Steve came up behind me and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I could feel his manhood pressing against my cheeks. I don't know how I managed to get the new disc in. The music started again, but he didn't release me. He just started swaying and grinding his erection into my tush . I joined in to his movements. The tank top I had on didn't cushion any feelings. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and started kissing my neck. I'm SO ticklish in my neck. He chuckled when I curled my head so as to try to stop him from kissing me there. Releasing one hand from my breasts, he reached down, lifted my skirt, and slipped it into my hose and panties, but from the front this time! That scared me. A strange man going there but I didn't stop him.  I was so wet now and I didn't want him to get yucky. Isn't that crazy! The thoughts that run through ones mind.

As his hand slid down, so did I. My natural reflexes and my conscious as a faithful wife were still working, so I involuntarily tried to avoid his advances by moving down also. Doing so made me settle to the floor but eventually I ran out of room to move further away from his touch. Once I was on my knees, his hand found me and moved in between my legs. Somehow Steve urged me down onto my stomach and we ended up laying down, right in front of the stereo. His body followed mine and he ended up laying on top of me. I was glad that he was behind me, so I didn't have to look at him. I kept my eyes closed, and relished in the way his hands were fervidly exploring my body.Now that I had nowhere left to go to avoid his advances , Steve wasted no time in working his fingers into my vagina. As his fingers worked deeper into me, it felt much the same as if I was rubbing my own breasts, and entering myself with my fingers as I do when I masturbate. Steve moaned a sound of approval when I reached down between my legs, covered his hand with mine and partnered my fingers with his as they were probing inside me. Yes! I could pretend that I was masturbating myself but, there was that bulge though! Pushing against my rear. It felt SO good. Better than I thought it would, or, that it should have, to a faithful wife.

By now my hose and panties were down past my hips and my skirt bunched at my waist.Breaking momentarily, he moved his body down and using the hand that had been between my legs, proceeded to push my hose and panties to my knees, my calves and then off my feet. I thought, "My goodness, he has long arms", seeing his upper hand never left my nipples.I also thought "I wonder if his penis is as long as his arms." Realizing this was heading much further than just petting, my conscious started to intervene and I said,
" NO, I can't do this. It's just not right!"
to which he replied, in a surprised and disappointed tone,
" You want me to stop?"
My guilt feelings said yes, but the feeling I was experiencing said no. I whispered,
" NO "
He asked,
" are you sure? "
I responded,
"yes I'm sure,,,don't stop."

Once my panties and hose left me, his hand rejoined mine again between my legs. His head was now right by my tush and he started to lick, kiss and softly bite my ass. Oh My! Not even my husband had ever done this! It felt "SO" good. Here's me, a virgin to everyone else but Mike, laying on the floor of our basement, getting my ass licked. Steve's tongue kept going deeper between my cheeks. It felt so strange. It felt so good. My heart was racing now. My mind and thoughts rushing. The lower Steve kissed, licked, and nibbled, the further my legs spread almost as if they had a mind of their own. Then it happened, the best, yet most embarrassing thing. Steve started to kiss and lick my bud. This went beyond naughty. It was pure lust. I could feel my stomach muscles beginning to involuntarily spasm. My vaginal secretions were actually running off my legs and making the carpet wet beneath me. His tongue and fingers seemed to be working as one. As his fingers probed deeper into my vagina, his tongue did likewise into my anus. Slowly but surely he managed to move deeper into me until finally his lips were pressed up tight against me.I started to shudder and felt my contractions intensifying in my abdomen, I knew I was coming to climax.

He must have sensed I was climaxing because he slid his body up onto me, pulled off my tank top and proceeded to poke and push his member against my anus.
I whispered,
" NO you can't! You don't have a condom on."
he replied
" I have one on."

I reached down , felt him, and sure enough he had one on! He had put one on when he went to the washroom! Steve must love Greek, but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't let him! It was bad enough that I was about to become an unfaithful wife, never mind being sodomized.

Without thinking and almost in a compensatory way, I guided him into my vagina. He didn't complain and as he pushed his penis into me I could feel him spreading tissue deep inside me that my husband had never been able to do. Even when I thought he was fully in me, his length moved deeper yet! I must have gasped or moaned, because he voiced,
"shhhhhh."

As he started thrusting, I could hear the slap, slap, sound as his pelvis met my buttocks and the squishing sounds of my wetness as he moved in and out of me. It's a good thing I was right by the stereo, so that I could reach out and turn up the volume to cover up the noises we were making. I started to climax after 6 or 8 thrusts and I held my face in the carpet in order to try and muffle my squeals of delight. Steve came to orgasm after 20-30 thrusts, just about the time that I was reaching my peak. After Steve was spent and once his breathing became somewhat more controlled, he whispered in my ear,
"Here, let me clean you up."

He then rolled me over, spread my legs and buried his face between them. Ever so gently, he licked and lapped up my pussy's nectar. I almost got caught up in the new sensations he was stirring up inside me, but just about that time the Cd ended and my mind rushed back to the thought of my Mike sleeping upstairs. I whispered,
" we should get dressed now."

While we were cleaning up and dressing I thought God!, What if Mike had woken and he had come downstairs as we were making it! I got Steve to leave as quickly as possible and no sooner was he gone, that all the guilt feelings rushed into my mind.

The next day,Sunday, I was hung over and SO, SO depressed. I kept going to the washroom to have a cry. Mike kept asking me,
" what's wrong."
I held out saying,
" Nothing."
I held out until mid afternoon and then I broke down and told him,
" something happened last night."
He calmly replied,
" I know. I was watching you from the top of the stairs."
I screamed at him,
" you're not mad, or jealous?"
He replied,
" No, not at all. I came two times watching you. The first time just after you changed the music, and the second time as you were gasping and moaning. I'm not mad, or jealous. I'm so turned on and I love you."

I told him he deserved that. Letting me flirt and him being so rude to Steve. He laughed and said,
"I knew Steve was hot for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you all night. As for being rude, if he liked me he probably wouldn't have seduced you"

So there it is. That's how it started. Even though I didn't let Mike touch me for weeks after that, eventually the anger and guilt subsided, leaving only the memories of the excitement I experienced that night.Within a month, I found myself fantasizing and yearning for those feelings again. Six weeks later I repeated with another man.Once again experienced guilt and depression afterward but the recovery period was much shorter this time.Within a year, I ended up going out every Friday or Saturday night looking to bring home a new guest to please Mike's voyeurism and my lust.

That was several years ago, and since then, when we go out together, I tell prospective guests my husband is my brother from out of town and staying over for the weekend. Other times, he stays home and I go out with my girlfriend, and then bring the man home. I phone before I come home and let him know I have company. He hides in the spare bedroom.

I'm so glad that the Steve was so sweet and such a good lover. If he would have been a dud, I wouldn't be sharing my experiences now.

Steve was fantastic, but he's not the best, and thinking back, knowing what I know now, I'm saddened that I rushed my him out of the door as I did. I never got to savor his taste. If I could do it all over again, we would have showered together, cuddled on the couch, and I would have made sure we satisfied each other orally.

Perhaps? one day I will meet up with him again and then I can make up for my nervousness that first time.

The Roommate

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CHAPTER ONE

Siene was his roommate's girlfriend so she was off-limits. But Caden had wanted her ever since he'd moved in several months ago. He'd tried to put

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her out of his mind but things had only gotten worse.

A month ago he walked in on her in the bathroom as she was stepping out of the shower.

“Oh!” She jumped with surprise and grabbed for a towel, but not before he'd run his eyes down the length of her body, noting the water droplets dripping from her erect nipples and the soft curve of her pussy as it disappeared between her legs, barely hidden by neatly trimmed curls of hair.

He slowly drew his eyes back up her body until his gaze met hers. Caden could see the alarm in her eyes but there was something else, too. Was it excitement? She gripped the towel modestly against her body but he thought maybe she was secretly pleased that he'd gotten a good look.

Caden stared at her with a provocative expression, making no move to leave.

"I have to get dressed," she said, shifting nervously in the small space.

Caden pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered.

Then reaching out, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand against his jeans. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as he pressed her palm firmly against his throbbing erection.

Her eyes grew large and she glanced at Caden, her face a mixture of uncertainty and surprise. A second later Siene pulled her hand away and looked down at the floor.

"I - I really have to get ready. Anthony's going to be home any minute."

She refused to meet his gaze again so he stepped to the side and she hurried out the door, her half-naked body pressing against his as she brushed past him.

He watched her scamper into Anthony's bedroom, her towel falling open in the back, revealing her perfectly shaped ass for a few blissful moments before the door shut behind her.

He leaned against the bathroom doorway and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. He stroked himself as he thought of her naked, wet body.

Caden was so turned on by their brief encounter that he climaxed in record time. When his cock erupted with hot cum, he pictured it spurting all over her pretty face.

He paused outside the shut bedroom door, hoping that perhaps Siene would open it and catch him holding his stiff cock, slick with cum. Just the thought of her seeing him in that condition kept him hard.

But she didn't emerge so Caden cleaned himself off in the bathroom and then retreated back to his own room. And not a moment too soon, either. Anthony's footsteps sounded in the hallway just a minute later.

For days he worried that she'd tell Anthony about the incident and he berated himself for being so bold. It had been a very risky move. But the days went by and Anthony never brought it up, so he guessed that Siene didn’t betray him. Life continued as normal.

Nearly every night Caden laid in the dark, masturbating to fantasies he created about her. Sometimes he imagined that he walked into the bathroom a few minutes sooner. He imagined slipping into the shower with her, running his hands over her wet body as he fucked her under the warm water.

Other times he fantasized that Siene had crept into his bedroom at night after Anthony was asleep, crawling under the covers with him. He imagined waking up just as she was penetrating herself on his hard cock, sliding it into her tight pussy. He pictured her big, firm tits rubbing against his chest as she rode him to orgasm.

He was finding it harder and harder to be around her when she visited Anthony at the apartment. Just laying eyes on her for a few seconds gave him a raging hard on. He was in agony. And he could tell that Siene knew he desired her. He'd caught her staring at him several times when she thought he wasn't looking.

Then last week he'd woken up thirsty in the middle of the night and was making his way through the dark to get some water from the kitchen when he heard noises coming from the living room. He'd quietly stepped back into the shadows.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness Caden could see Anthony sitting naked on the couch. Siene was standing in front of him, wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater.

The moonlight was casting a soft glow through the window in the living room but Caden was safely hidden in the shadows of the foyer. He watched as Anthony reached his hands under Siene's skirt and pulled her panties off, sliding them down her legs and tossing them onto the floor.

He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him. Anthony's cock was standing at attention beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt and rubbed his dick against her pussy, rocking back and forth, her clit sliding against the head of his cock. She moaned with pleasure.

Caden's own cock grew rock hard watching Siene pleasure herself. He'd never witnessed her being so free and open with her body. It was an incredible turn on.

Anthony pushed her sweater up over her breasts and Caden could see well enough to make out the lacy design of her bra. As Siene continued to rub her clit against his cock, Anthony gently pushed the fabric to the side and slipped his hands under her breasts and teased them away from the confines of the bra, leaving them exposed and framed by the black lace.

He fondled her breasts as he watched Siene masturbate on his cock. "Oh, yeah, rub your pussy on my dick."

Caden couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled his erect cock out of his pajamas and began stroking his hand up and down the thick shaft, staring at Siene as she rubbed her pretty pussy all over Anthony's hard dick, her beautiful tits exposed to the moonlight.

Anthony ran his hands through Siene's hair and pulled her face down to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slid his hands over her body and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her skirt, giving Caden a perfect view.

Anthony gently pushed Siene onto his stiff cock. She gasped as he entered her and let out a moan as his full girth penetrated her. Her ass came to rest against his balls, every inch of his cock stuffed inside her pussy. She moved her hips and began to ride him but he grabbed her firmly by the waist and stopped her movement.

"Not yet," he said wickedly, watching waves of pleasure wash over her face. "You like my big cock up your tight little pussy, don't you?" he asked, tracing his fingers around her erect nipples.

"Yes," she said, her breath coming in little gasps, "I want to fuck your big cock."

She wiggled her hips against him and he sighed with pleasure, but held firmly to her waist. She strained against him and moaned. "Oh, please,” she begged, “let me fuck your cock.”

Caden nearly came at the sound of Siene's dirty talk. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. She was so erotic. He wished that it was his cock in her pussy, making her beg to be fucked. Caden didn't know how Anthony was handling it. He couldn't have held back this long, not with Siene. He would have been pumping loads of hot cum inside her already.

Anthony kissed Siene's neck, his eyes full of lust. "I’m gonna fuck your little pussy, but first I want to make you cum all over my cock."

He ran his fingers along the folds of her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. Then he licked her nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth until they were rock hard. She squirmed on his lap, grinding her ass in little circles against Anthony's thumb.

Caden watched as she climaxed on top of his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. "Oh, yes! Fuck!"

Siene gasped as her body trembled with orgasm and she bucked against him, her thighs shaking. Anthony groaned with pleasure as she writhed in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.

He slowly began to move her against him, his hands on her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned heavily as he worked his cock in and out of her.

Caden could see that Siene was enjoying every little sensation of being fucked. Anthony began thrusting into her hard and fast, meeting her movements halfway.

"Yes, oh . . . yes, fuck me," she cried.

She rested her hands against the back of the couch, bringing her tits against his face. Anthony sucked on her nipples, flicking his tongue against her as he pushed her hips back and forth over his lap, impaling her pussy on his cock again and again.

Caden could see how wet her pussy was, her creamy juice running down Anthony’s balls, making a wet spot on the couch. He longed to taste her, to work his tongue into her secret folds and suck her clit until she came in his mouth. Given the chance he’d lick her clean after Anthony finished with her, he’d never been so turned on. Watching Siene take Anthony’s big cock up her pussy was so fucking hot.

"Oh, god, your pussy is so tight," Anthony gasped as he drove his cock into her.

He spread Siene's smooth ass cheeks and rubbed a wet finger over her asshole. Siene responded with ecstatic groans of pleasure. Anthony pushed firmly against her tiny hole and his finger slid inside her ass.

"You like my finger in your ass, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his hand.

Anthony pushed his finger in deeper as he continued to fuck Siene's pussy with his hard cock. This sent her over the edge and she exploded with pleasure, her body shaking.

Watching Siene cum a second time was too much for Caden and he orgasmed there in the shadows, stifling gasps of pleasure as hot cum squirted out of his cock.

Apparently it was all Anthony could take, too. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, baby!"

He gripped Siene's hips and thrust deeply inside her. "I'm cumming inside your hot pussy!"
He stiffened against the couch and Siene took over, riding his cock as he shot his load deep inside her.

“Oh, god, yeah,” he moaned as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy.

Anthony wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. Their bodies glistened with sweat and they breathed heavily in post-coital bliss.

Caden quickly pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and then the wall, where ropes of his thick, white cum had landed. Then he tiptoed back to his room.

As he crawled back into bed, he realized that he hadn't gotten the glass of water he'd gone after. Oh well, he thought. Watching Siene get her pussy fucked and her asshole fingered was definitely worth being thirsty.

Now that he knew she loved sex and acted like a dirty little slut, he was even more eager to fuck her. It had become very clear that he had to have her, one way or another...

La Quinta

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My husband and I had lost track of our electric bill and came home one night to find that our electricity was off. We decided that since it was too late to do anything about it we would get a room. We went to the La Quinta not far from our house to get a Jacuzzi room. We planned to have a romantic evening and make the best of a bad situation.

There was a female and a male w

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orking the front desk this evening and while my husband was checking in with the female clerk the 18-year-old male clerk noticed his cigarettes and called him Marlboro Man. So I asked him if he smoked and he said yes and continued to flirt with me while we checked in.

After checking in my husband and I took a shower together but I just could not stop thinking about the boy at the desk. After John got out of the shower and dried off to go and start running the water in the Jacuzzi, I took a little longer and started to rub my clit, man was I turned on. I did not finish because even though it felt good, I needed a dick bad...

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, I walked into the room from the bathroom and was surprised to see John had turned the mood very romantic, on the corners of the Jacuzzi were candles that he had sneaked from the house. The candles were lit and had made the room smell wonderfully like flowers, the hot tub was nearly full and he was sitting on the edge of it still wrapped in his towel, I bent down next to him and he leaned down to kiss me. I began to rub his cock through the towel and it slowly hardened. I opened his towel and took his cock in my hand I started stroking it gently paying close attention to the tip, John stopped me and stood up he helped me to my feet and then into the hot tub. He went and turned it on, then went to my purse and got out my waterproof pocket rocket, then he climbed into the tub with me.

He handed me my toy and we reclined with our legs around each other, he really likes to watch me masturbate, so I obliged. I turned the little dildo on and placed spread my pussy lips to place it against my already sensitive clit. John started to slowly stroke himself while I enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body. I am not one to fantasize a lot but for some reason I kept thinking about the young man behind the counter. John had not noticed him as he was checking me out, but I did.

I was surprised at how quickly I came and at the intensity of it, but I was not finished, I leaned forward and took John’s now throbbing cock into my mouth. I slowly lowered my head until my nose was touching the water, and started sucking hard as I pulled my head back up. I know that this brings John to the brink quickly and was correct, I could feel his cock harden immediately to the point of near ejaculation. He grabbed my head and pulled it away and kissed my hard on the mouth then we moved to the bed. We were still soaked from the tub, but we did not care, he handed me my toy and I turned over on my belly and began to massage my throbbing, tingling clit with it. John took up his position, and started to lick the rim of my anus, softly, then he went down and began to suck my wet pussy. He alternated between my pussy lips and my anus until I began to grind into him and then he plunged his tongue deep into my ass, I exploded almost immediately, I turned off my toy and he slid his hard cock into me.

He went slowly at first then began to thrust harder and faster, he flipped me over, and never missing a stroke he pulled me up on top of him. This position always put him into the right spot and I could feel him hitting me, I started grinding into him keeping his cock in the right place my orgasm came in waves. Shortly afterwards he exploded into me and I collapsed into his arms and we lay there breathing heavy for a few minutes. We got up to clean ourselves up and then lay down, as usual he was asleep in practically seconds.

I stayed up to watch TV for a while since my favorite show Law and Order was on, after a while I wanted something to drink, but the soft drinks we had purchased before coming over to the hotel were not refrigerated. John was dead to the world so I decided to get up and go down to the ice machine.

I got out of bed and slipped on a wife beater tank top and some jogging suit pants. I grabbed the ice bucket and the room key and opened the door quietly so as not to wake him up. I walked down to the end of the hallway to the ice machine, thinking the whole way how quiet a hotel is at two o’ clock in the morning. I wanted a snack so I checked out what was in the vending machine, after a couple of minutes I realized there wasn’t anything in there that looked appetizing. I filled the ice bucket and turned the corner, the vending area was cold and I had no bra so I was a little glad that the hotel was sleeping.

However, when I turned the corner I noticed that was not the case, the young man from the counter was walking down the hall towards me. "Oh well," I thought, "nothing I can do guess he’ll get an eyeful."

As we neared each other I did notice him checking me out, and usually this makes me uncomfortable, but this time I noticed myself lowering the ice bucket a few inches to provide an unobstructed view.

"Can’t sleep?" He asked quietly as we approached each other and he stopped.

"No, I was watching TV and got a little thirsty, but the cokes were hot so I came to get some ice." I explained.

"I don’t think that ice will help." He said with a grin.

"Why not?"

"Because it will probably be melted by the time you get to your room."

"Really? Why do you think that?" I asked, baiting I guess.

"Because you are too hot."

I began to feel the blush coming on, and I noticed that now I had lowered the ice bucket completely, and I also realized that some of the ice had melted and made a wet spot on my tank top.

"I bet you say that to all of the girls you meet in the halls at two in the morning."

"No, just the fine ones." He said, moving closer to me. I did not pull away, but smiled instead. He was looking at my breasts now and they were responding to both the cold and the attention. I returned the favor and checked him out, his pants were starting to bulge, and oh what an interesting package.

I had to see it, we were standing close to the public restrooms next to the poolroom, I leaned my back against the men’s room and pushed the door open, he followed me in. He turned and locked the door and I sat the ice bucket down.

"Show me yours, I’ll show you mine." I teased. He started undoing his pants, I helped him after he unbuckled his belt, and his pants were kinda loose so they slid off easily leaving him standing in his boxer briefs. I pulled his boxer briefs down as well and was pleasantly surprised at the package he was sporting. He was semi rigid and I was starting to feel tingly between my legs.

I took him into my mouth and started to suck, he pulled at my tank top and I let him take it off, then I went right back to sucking him, he grew and grew getting fatter until I could barely get my mouth around him. He pulled me off of him and stood me up. He kneeled down and slid my jogging pants down, I was really hot now.

He spun me around and I grasped the edge of the counter, he bent down behind me and started to lick my pussy, not trying to get me off, just to lubricate. He stood up and eased his firm fat cock up to my now thoroughly moistened pussy, pressed the tip into it and then shoved into me so hard I almost lost my grip on the counter.

God, he was so big it felt wonderful, I started grinding against him, as he used my breasts as handles to pull me to him. He lifted one of my legs onto the counter and this gave him easier access to thrust, and he slowed down pulling all the way out then easing just the head in and out. I pulled away and sat down on the counter. He slid in and I rose into a crab crawl position, he started to pound into me now harder, after a few seconds he lifted me easily off of the counter and carried me still gyrating against his cock to the wall. I wrapped my legs around him and he slammed into me so hard I thought he was going to bruise my pelvic bone.

I wanted to scream from the extreme pleasure I felt so good I could not control myself, I felt like a rag doll, completely at his mercy, I felt him nearing his orgasm, but even though I had come more than I had in a while I wanted more. I pushed away from him and knelt in front of him his cock was nearly purple and visibly throbbing from the pressure.

He exhibited excellent control and managed to fight it back, I took him in my mouth again and started to suck, I gave just the smallest amount of teeth to the ridge of his head, he grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth slowly. I could feel the throbbing again, and knew he could not last this time, I took him as far as I could into my mouth and he erupted like a volcano. I felt his hot cum slam into the back of my throat, and I just held him there in that position, nearly gagging as more and more cum spewed from him. I tried to swallow it all but there was just too much.

Finally after a few, final, thrusts he was empty. I stood up on shaky legs, my entire body trembling from the ecstasy I had just experienced. He stood back against the wall panting, his brow sweaty. I smiled and got dressed I noticed the ice bucket, which had melted a great deal and said…

"I guess you were right about the ice…" Then I walked out the door and went back to my room. I opened the door quietly so I would not wake John up, I walked in past the dark bathroom into the sleeping area, and through the illumination provided by the television I noticed that John was not in bed.

There was a light rap at the door, I went and looked through the peephole, it was John, I opened the door he came in with a grin on his face.

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I woke up and noticed you were gone, so I went to look for you, I never made it to the ice machine because I had to use the restroom, so I stopped at the public restroom." He answered.

My heart leapt into my throat, "Oh, my God!" I thought. But then he grabbed me and pulled me to him and I felt his rigidly hard cock!

"Quite a performance, Cassie. It was incredible!"

Quick peep

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This was one of those days i wish i was a little more brave.

I'm a plumber and today I have this job at a pool house. The kind where you pay to swim.

K now here's what happend...I'm in the ladies' room working after having it cleared out,
when this group of little girls come in...I identify myself and all they said was Hi...but only
 seemed to be washing their hands...

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/>So I go back to work. I'm on the floor enjoying the smell of women hood as I was in a stall
on my back grappling with a wall hung toilet. When I noticed a pair of white sneakers
right next to me.

I'm instantly highly excited as I realize this is their shaparone...and she had to know I was there
cause I can't be missed. I'm 6' 2" about 210 or 20 labs. My feet are sticking way out from
 under the stall...
So I closed the stall...I realize I don't hear anything hitting the water...so I work my way
 round to sort
 of poke the back
of my head into her stall .  I'm being careful just in case this woman is some naive type...
and then go all crazy if she sees my perverted eyes
devouring what ever sight I happen to see. cause I was going to see somthin. This time I poke my
 head in backwards at first then slowly turn and look up...There it is...all ass firm and sexy
I see only the briefest of a glimpse of her pussy as she pulls up her pink panties...
then turns and looks down at me.

Panicked I quickly turn away as if I hadn't seen a thing...But she has no reaction. By now my
 hart is in my throught...my dick is so hard it looks like
a baby's arm sticking right up in the air...if she sees this she says nothing...t
hen like that she and her troupe leave.
It's all I can do to keep from passing out as I come down from my high...
I'm trembling and horney as hell...Then I realize that I don't quite know what she looks like...
however I remember her shoes...

Later I'm finishing up and leaving when this super hot ebony model type walks right into me...I'm
Taller then her so as I look down to see her and excuse myself she's looking up..
.She then rubs her whole body against me hard
as she goes by me. Her tits are firm and soft all at the same time. As she goes by I
 turn to see her walk away..
I noticed her shoes..it was her...and she works there...u can bet I'll find some way to get back to
 that location...

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 I  moved in to duplex(four years ago, now) with a friend from work, the landlord lived in the other half.  They were a nice couple, with a twelve year old daughter. Suzie, was a nice kid and very average in looks and maturity, just a hint of boobs, about 4'10" maybe 90lbs, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I work nights and weekends so I'm home at kind of wierd hours. 

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One night I was home (it turned out to be the night before Suzie went back to school), any way I'm sittin in my lawn chair havin' a smoke when I noticed a light, it was coming from Suzie's bedroom window, I looked over and there she was standing in front of a half open window. I quitely turned my chair a little to see if I could see anything. Boy, was I surprise, she had closed her bedroom door and began to strip, my heart raced like mad, once she removed her shirt and pants she turned and I saw her beautiful young body, a cute little bra and white panties. I almost droped a load in my pants right then. She went on to try on tons of her clothes. I ran in to get my camcorder, and when I got back she was still trying on clothes, this went on for over an hour before she finally went to bed. I went home and jerked off about 3 or 4 times watching my tape, but I never got to see her naked she never took off her bra, I hope I get more chances......

 

Shower time

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I never thought I would be the kind of person who would enjoy watching someone else. But ever since the new guy moved in next door, all I seem to be doing is waiting to watch him. Maybe I wouldn't be so tempted to watch if looking out my bedroom window didn't mean I could see in his bathroom window. He always seemed to take his showers at the same time everyday. He's been living there for 3 mont
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hs now, we've exchanged small talk over our fences, but if he only knew how I see him most nights. Its almost time, I put on my silk nightie, and stand by my bedroom window, pull back the curtains only an inch and wait. Before long her he comes, the bathroom light goes on, and the show begins. First he takes off his shirt, damn what a chest, I imagine running my tongue down between his flat nipples. I wonder what he tastes like, if his skin is salty. He has just the right amount of hair on his chest, and I long to run my fingers thru it, and play with his nipples. There goes his shorts, mmmmm now my favorite part, off come the undies, damn, this man is very well endowed. His penis is thick and long and has a dark nest of hair surrounding it. I close my eyes and imagine caressing his cock and kneading his balls. When I open my eyes, he is in the tub and has the water running. He lifts his face to the spray and closes his eyes. He wets his hair, and grabs the shampoo. I fantasize about running my fingers thru his wet hair. He rinses off his hair, He picks up the soap, lathers it up and starts rubbing it on his body. I notice that my nipples are hard so I start to rub them, I feel moisture pool between my legs as I watch him lather his incredible body. Then he starts washing around his cock. I slide my hand inside the front of my panties, I'm so wet. I start to rub myself. He is now washing his balls, then he starts stroking his cock, he is not just washing it, he is stroking it. He puts the soap down and continues to stroke his cock. His head is back, eyes closed and he is stroking and stroking. I pretend its my hand stroking his cock, as I play with my pussy. I'm watching him, wanting to go next door, fall on my knees and take him in my mouth, I want to feel him cum inside me. I see him jerk as he cums, and then I cum, fast and hard. I close my eyes and feel like I'm floating. I open my eyes, look out my window, and catch him looking directly at me. He smiles, I smile. He blows me a kiss, I blow him one. he steps out of the shower, turns off the light. I step away from my window. Then my phone rings. I pick it up and say hello. He says, "hi neighbor, same time tomorrow night"? And I say, "you got a date." Maybe I should invite him to dinner first tomorrow.

The Lesson

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The Lesson

 

Part one. ( The train)

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God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty something year old woman. Her beauty goes further than the depth of her skin. Jenni is one of those people who is just naturally lovely, without a mean bone in her and very few times has an unkind thought for anyone. Her integrity is beyond question, her faithfulness is unusual in the singular way it rules her life. It makes her popular and sought after as a friend.

 

Back in those days of our early marriage, when we didn’t have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves, discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.

 

Back in those days, Jenni’s figure was 34” 22” 36”. Her hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity, as she laughingly puts it. She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but the other two have survived to be parents themselves. Jenni’s hips were a feature of her figure and, given the overall package, in no way detrimental to the vision she was then, but they might be considered out of proportion, Jenni is only five feet tall. Although her hips are a feature, it is her smile that I find so devastating; being self conscious, she rarely laughs out loud, but her smile can carry so many meanings, but there is one special smile that melts my heart. It carries a promise of delights, of knowing exactly what it is that I want, knowing that she can provide exactly that.

 

It took me some time, years perhaps, to learn how, but I have and still do, love that woman more than words could ever justify. In those days, we were just getting to know one another and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.

 

We didn’t have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.

 

This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and remember the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head off because she couldn’t work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.

 

We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly in our direction while we crossed their field. We made love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over before it began. I suffered badly with premature ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni admitted years later that she often wondered if that was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so scared as a girl.

 

We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a musty carriage that smelled of British Rail’s very own brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that were connected with a side corridor and had separate booths along the length with blinds on the window. It is a shame that modernisation has caught up with us, those carriages had real potential, the new open plan things are no fun at all.

 

I remember the conversation. I don’t have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger of the opposite sex before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was half of my weekly wage in those days.

 

The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up by both of us.

 

I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to attract any girl to become even remotely interested in me. My failure was spectacular especially when two girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard. A man’s ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and gave up on the venture.

 

Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy’s phone number, but was entertaining another guy in the carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.

 

I really don’t remember him too much. Probably, he was covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.

 

They were deep in conversation, facing each other on opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then what I know of body language, I would have recognised her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his willingness to get to know her rather more closely.

 

I slid the door open and in the split second it takes to assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.

 

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight coming through the brown stained windows.

 

Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop. Here it stupidity in all its glory.

 

The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn’t a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.

 

So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a big as saucers as he took her face and body in.

 

I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.

 

She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me.

 

They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his face. I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly dropped onto her knee and stayed there.

 

The train lurched into motion with much creaking and the sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

 

I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.

 

They were still talking, although I couldn’t hear what was being said, but her smile and the way she studied his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have done similar things to his nervous system as it was doing to mine.

 

Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him along the seat. He was between her parted knees, massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay against her, blocking my view a little with his jacketed torso.

 

They continued the embrace, kissing with a passion that was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had managed to grasp her breast under the fabric. It was perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was doing.

 

Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She said something to him and started to come towards the sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he wouldn’t see me as he followed her progress with hunger in his eyes.

 

Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

 

She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back into the carriage.

 

I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we didn’t know the guy.

 

Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to take him home and fuck him properly with me watching. God only knows where she got that idea from, but it took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in her ear, God, yes.

 

She had told him she was going to the toilet and should get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was having the day of her life and wanted this more than anything.

 

With that, she slid the door open and returned to the carriage and his waiting and eager arms.

 

I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued and their love making or at least, the overtures to it began again.

 

He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on the whiteness of the lacy fabric.

 

Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his ministrations were having as she arched her back and gasped.

 

I was aware of another person beside me and looked as my viewing had been joined by another guy. He acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to get a better view. I guess my position at the window didn’t help and in a comical way crawled across to the other side so his view would be uninterrupted.

 

My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in careless profusion of curls.

 

Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge weapon.

 

Slowly, Jenni’s hand encircled his rigid member and her lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and blessed her for the effort she was putting in.

 

 She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the distance between his twitching cock and her mouth closed. It was like watching a docking of space capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth. I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four that was wrapped in her fist.

 

Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace. She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end. He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his balance. Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her position in front of him, then smiled up at him while she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only this time, she took her hand off of his cock and grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she plunged her head forward and took his whole length into her throat.

 

The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and returned to the unfolding act.

 

He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it didn’t look anything like this and I wished I could measure up to his length.

 

He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had every intention of taking him all the way and savouring his come.

 

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth. Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show him his seed as it played across her tongue. He said something I couldn’t make out, but his reaction as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it didn’t need a lip reader to see him say “Oh fuck me.”

 

The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that indeed, I truly was a lucky man.

 

Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the platform.

 

She was going to take him home and I needed to get there first.

 

Fortunately for me, a bus was just leaving the bus stop; I ran full tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a head start and allow me to prepare.

 

 


The lesson

 

Part two (The bedroom)

 

I managed the trip to our house with no events. Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the house, desperately thinking of where I should be when they came in. I was still trying to work something out when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted up the stairs.

 

I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his. Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her top over her head and off of her raised arms. His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They too dropped to join the detritus of shed layers. He was about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he followed closely behind.

 

Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the door open enough to be able to see their progress along the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically, almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.

 

We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving him with only a pair of pants on.

 

They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on his side with her head supported on his arm. He was tracing the veins that always showed under the alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down his back, pulling him against her lithe body.

 

He raised and cupped his head while his free hand travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.

 

He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.

 

He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn’t, instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His hands were either supporting his head, or lying impassively along his length. I had to admit, her choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.

 

He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni’s erogenous zones and always bound to produce a result. She responded as I thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried now that he had her under his control.

 

He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers, parting her knees and planting his mouth against her silken mons.

 

She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of his technique and marvelled at the way he played her nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.

 

His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and gently pushing into her, looking for that magical “G” spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been to the threshold several times and each withdrawal raised the need and desperation until she cried out for release.

 

The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips combined to drive her almost delirious with want until he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond. In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away in a defensive action, but already too late. I had never got her to this point, but could hardly be surprised. I was watching a master at work and the results of his practiced art splashed against his face and soaked into the quilt.

 

Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spas med in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.

 

He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace, his hands took her breast and teased her nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.

 

As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones at her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head lamps of an onrushing car.

 

He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings of her nerves and raising her already heightened condition. He maintained the position and manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready, plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion that made her scream in pleasure and release from the waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with her own lower body strength, pulled him even further into her body.

 

He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent, but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes. His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her by raising her hips and rotating her them a little to accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and massaged in time to their thrusting.

 

She wouldn’t last too long I knew, not fully recovered from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a fantastic experience. I watched and learned his technique, how he played with her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he must be enjoying every second of this beautiful woman and her body.

 

Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching another shattering climax. He breathing rapid and her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from between her and his pubic meeting point. Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm into Jenni’s womb.

 

Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself upright and knelt at her face for Jenni to take him in her mouth and clean him of their combined juices.

 

He laid along side her as she twitched and jumped in small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she might jump off the bed from her energy being expended.

 

Dumfounded by the action and Jenni’s reaction to his ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the kettle.

 

I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back as he, comically, was trying to put on his Jeans and shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen, her knees unsteady, her face and lips flushed. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on the sofa.

 

She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded from her. We didn’t make love at that time, she was far too exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it was, my own performance was all the better for the master class. I had a much better understanding of how her body worked and so did Jenni. We had both learned from the experience and it was the start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another man.

 

That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes. Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how beautiful my wife is and both she and I will be going to our bed to remember the feelings of lust and love together.