0 comments/ 27893 views/ 0 favorites I Like To Watch By: Chel-Belle "Oh, god... Kevin...please..." Nora begged as Kevin's teeth sank into her nipple. "You like that?" he asked, raising his head to look at her, his emerald green eyes flashing with lust. He gently brought her voluptuous breasts together, taking both nipples in his mouth, wetting them with slow strokes of his tongue. He blew across her breasts, causing her to moan from the delightful tingles pricking softly at her nipples. "Kevin... fuck me now... I need you..." she said, unable to stand his teasing a moment longer. Kevin heeded her pleas and entered her quickly, growling as her warmth surrounded him. ***** "God, they are so loud!" Chel remarked as she and Nick passed the door to Kevin and Nora's room, hearing the shouts coming from inside. "We'll just have to make some of our own noise to drown them out won't we?" Nick asked, giving her a wicked grin. Chel grabbed his hand and drug him down the hall, hurrying to their own room. **** "Uhhh...Kevvy...oh god..." Nora moaned as her hands wandered across Kevin's back feeling his muscles flex as he moved inside her. She clenched her walls around him, massaging his throbbing length, causing him to groan. "Baby... d-don't do that..." he gasped, fighting to stay in control. He wasn't ready for this to be over yet. Nora grinned wickedly at him and slid her hand down his back and between his legs, to tug gently on his balls. "Whoa!" Kevin yelped, unsure of whether that felt good or not. He decided it wasn't all bad, and turned his attention back to Nora- nibbling on her neck as he continued to slide in and out of her. Nora's hands pressed against Kevin's ass, trying to keep him as close to her as possible. All she wanted was to feel him, all of him, inside her- making her feel better than she ever dreamed was possible. Kevin and Nora were too wrapped up in each other and were making too much noise to realize someone else had slipped into the room. AJ had heard the noise from out in the hall and realized this could was an opportunity he shouldn't pass up. He quietly opened the door, and debated whether or not he should go in. When his eyes fell on the site on the bed, Kevin's body rising and falling above Nora's and heard the moaning- he couldn't not come in. AJ stood in the doorway for a moment surveying the situation. He didn't want them to stop, he was enjoying the show. He decided to just keep quiet, if at all possible, and just watch what he'd only imagined seeing live. He quietly closed and locked the door, and leaned against the wall, almost holding his breath as he looked on in amazement. They were both getting so close. Kevin's eyes were locked on Nora's and neither one of them dared blink for fear they might miss something the other was feeling. "KEVIN! Oh god... Kev... HARDER!!" Nora shrieked as Kevin pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her, rocking her body underneath his. Kevin felt Nora's pussy clenching around his cock as she came and his whole body shuddered as his orgasm hit him hard. Nora's body responded to Kevin's quivering by climaxing again harder and more violently than before. Her legs tightened around Kevin's waist and she screamed, dragging her nails down his back, leaving welts. Seeing Kevin and Nora shuddering together on the bed was too much for AJ. He let out the breath he'd been holding. "Damn." he said, louder than he intended. Kevin turned his head quickly, suddenly aware of AJ's presence. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??" AJ was shocked, he didn't think he'd get caught. He'd intended to slip back out the door before they realized he was there, but he'd been too enthralled with the scene before him to remember that he wasn't supposed to be there. He just looked at Kevin, wide-eyed. "I ASKED WHAT YOU WERE DOING IN HERE?!?" Kevin yelled again, gathering sheets to wrap around himself so he could go clobber AJ. Nora grabbed Kevin's arm, not allowing him to get off the bed. She liked the idea that someone had seen them, especially AJ. "Why did you come in here, Bone?" she asked, seductively, knowing that she'd get a good answer from him. "I heard you guys from in the hall, and I had to come see... I guess I just... I like to watch..." he said, looking to Nora for a reaction. "Hmmm..." she purred. "I do love an audience..." She had to admit, she was turned on by the thought of someone watching, and she wandered if maybe... She quickly glanced over at Kevin, and then back at AJ and smiled- her eyes silently conveying her idea to him. AJ got a wicked grin on his face, he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Kev, I think you need a break, bro." Kevin wrapped one of the sheets around his waist and glared at AJ. "Oh you think I do, huh?" He made no effort to move from his position, still draped over Nora. AJ walked towards the bed, and Nora sat up, pushing Kev off to the side. Nora grabbed Kevin's hands, holding them together behind his back. While holding his hands together she pushed him off the side of the bed, towards a chair AJ had brought over. AJ turned Kevin around and sat him down, wrapping the sheet around the chair, tying it tightly behind the chair. AJ unplugged the lamp from the corner of the room, and brought it over behind Kevin- binding his wrists together behind the chair so that he was almost completely immobilized. "What the FUCK is going on here?" Kevin sputtered angrily. "Your turn to watch." AJ said as he quickly removed his clothing and sitting on the bed next to Nora. Nora moved next to him, running her hands across his ripped chest, and then crawled behind him, trailing her fingers down his back. AJ sighed softly as she continued to caress his muscular form. She traced her finger over the dragon tattoo cascaded down the right side of his back, and then followed the outline her finger had just made with her tongue. She pulled him down onto the bed, and straddled him and kissed down his chest to the 69 around his belly button. She glanced up at him, seeing his eyes closed and face relaxed- and did the same treatment to the 69 as the dragon, lightly tracing it with her fingertips, then swirling over it with her tongue. Kevin squirmed in the chair. He didn't like what was happening right in front of his eyes, but he was basically powerless to stop it. And what bothered him more than watching it was, his body was responding to it in ways he didn't want it to. He couldn't hide the fact that he was turned on watching her, but he still didn't like that it was one of his best friends that was getting her attention. Nora kissed under the 69; dropping little kisses around his rapidly swelling cock. She licked swiftly along the underside of his length, causing him to groan and shudder in anticipation of what she'd do next. She surprised him though, by moving away from his aching erection and kissing back up his body. She ran her hands across his chest quickly, but slowed to drag her hands heavily over his nipples, feeling them harden under her palms. She slid down his body, her neatly groomed pussy gliding over his dick teasing him with the wetness. She leaned over him, pressing her breasts against him, and captured one of his nipples in her mouth. Her tongue twirled around it, before gently biting down, then going to the other nipple to repeat the process. AJ was loving everything she did to him, especially since he knew every movement they made was being watched by Kevin, who AJ could hear cursing quietly under his breath. Nora slid further down his body, leaving a trail of her sticky wetness as she scooted down his legs, making AJ insane with desire to plunge himself into it. Nora flicked her tongue over the head of AJ's cock, and then wrapped her lips around it, sucking him into the back of her throat. "Oh yeah.. just like that baby..." AJ sighed. Kevin wiggled violently in his confines, trying to figure out a way to loosen them and free himself. He felt like he should stop this, he shouldn't let it go any farther. She was his, and this wasn't right. But yet, he was still enjoying it... Nora stopped lavishing AJ's dick with her tongue and quickly moved up his body to kiss him as she positioned herself over him. She reached for his cock, encircling it with her hand and guiding him into her. She just barely touched him to her entrance, and he thrust his hips up, entering her roughly, causing her to cry out for him. She immediately began grinding against him, electrified by the feeling of him inside her. She moved her hips slightly side to side, swaying on top of him. She switched motions, rocking back and forth as he bucked his hips up at her. Kevin couldn't stand what he was seeing anymore. He yanked ferociously at the cord tying his wrists together; causing the lamp it was attached to crash to the floor. He threw the sheet that was holding him to the chair to the side and quickly went to the writhing bodies on the bed. AJ's eyes got wide when he saw Kevin hovering over him and Nora. She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she had just expected it. Nora had not only expected it, she was hoping for it, counting on it... that Kevin would get riled up, and then come join them, not wanting to be left out of the action. Kevin ran his strong hands across Nora's shoulders, brushing down her arms then around to her chest, pinching at her nipples as she rode AJ. She shivered- both of them together, god, it was almost too much... the man she loved, and the one she lusted after, both hers at the same time. Kevin moved behind her, still twisting and teasing her nipples. Nora started to move faster against AJ, getting swept up in all the feelings coursing through her body. She felt Kevin's hands move back around her body to her back and slide down, resting on her ass momentarily, before squeezing her cheeks, separating them slightly. Kevin's fingers massaged her ass, deftly sliding between her cheeks, and poking one inside her. Nora flinched in surprise, but quickly became accustomed to his finger and begged for more. Kevin reached to the nightstand with his free hand and grabbed the tube of lubrication and began smoothing it across Nora's tight hole surrounding his finger. He lubed his cock, already pulsing from what he'd seen happening on the bed. He positioned himself, his cock pressing against her. Nora pushed back against him, anxiously awaiting the delicious pain she knew was coming. Kevin wrapped his arm around Nora's waist and began to slowly inch into her, moaning as she enveloped him. She stopped thrusting up and down on AJ, to savor the feeling of Kevin's dick stretching the delicate skin of her ass. When he was in as far as he could go, Nora yelped in pleasure and began to move again, her body already beginning to quiver from the intensity of the feelings seducing her lower body. Both men moaned as she tightened every muscle, squeezing them both into a near-orgasmic frenzy. ******* "You're so good with your hands, Nicky" Chellie sighed as she squeezed Nick's hand in her own. "I just can't get enough of you, babygirl" he said, stopping in the hallway to kiss her. Their makeout session was interrupted by the sound of loud moaning coming from Kevin and Nora's room again. "They're STILL going at it??" Nick asked in amazement. He thought he'd been impressive tonight, but damn- Kevin was unbelievable. "Shhh." Chellie smacked his arm, as she put her ear to the door. "I think there's someone else in there!!" "What??" Nick asked, wide-eyed. "Listen! There's Nora and Kevin.. and someone else! I think.. I think it's ... AJ!" Nick put his ear to the door, too, just in time to hear AJ yelling he was about to cum. Chellie's hands flew to her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. Nick blushed, this was more than he ever needed to know about his friends. "That was definitely AJ." Chellie grabbed Nick's hand and they ran down the hall to the elevator, both dissolving into laughter as the stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. ****** "I'm gonna cum.. oh god.." AJ howled. "C'mon, baby.." Nora coaxed him, grinding into him, picking up the pace and bringing Kevin with her. The snug surroundings enclosing Kevin's cock were quickly becoming too much for him to hold off much longer. He began moving faster, causing Nora to speed up her motions on AJ. She tightened her muscles again, sending both men over the edge. Kevin and AJ came simultaneously, both screaming Nora's name. Feeling both of them shaking against her- Kevin's chest muscles rubbing against her back as he trembled, and AJ's body convulsing under hers, was all Nora needed to be spiraled into orgasmic ecstasy herself. She collapsed on top of AJ, and Kevin tumbled off to the side, still all gasping for air, stunned into breathlessness by all that had just happened. Nora rolled off AJ, settling between the two men. This was even better than she'd imagined it when she'd played the scene out in her mind so many times before. It hadn't been entirely unplanned that AJ had happened to end up in the room. Nora had purposely left the door unlocked and hadn't really been subtle in her hinting that maybe he should drop by. She replayed the evening's events in her hand, her hands beginning to wander across her body. Both AJ and Kevin noticed immediately, and fixed their gazes on Nora's fingers. She caressed her body- playing with her still sensitive nipples, and then on down to her clit- tender from her recent climax and very responsive. She only rolled it between her fingers a few times, and pinched gently and her body was shaking, overtaken once again by the powerful contractions of the sweet spasms of another orgasm. She opened her eyes, to find Kevin and AJ staring at her. She smiled at them and got off the bed, sauntering over to the chair Kevin had previously been tied up to. She spread the sheet over it and sat down, grinning wickedly. "You know... I like to watch, too... and I think it's only fair ... you've seen each other... you've seen me... so shouldn't I get to see both of you?" Kevin and AJ exchanged a glance. "It is only fair..." AJ said, leaning towards Kevin. He placed his hands on either side of Kevin's head and kissed him, slipping his tongue inside Kevin's mouth. Nora settled back in her chair, 'nothing like a live show' she thought. I Like to Watch Our relationship was at the point of failure. I’d been there before and I was painfully aware of all the signs: the looks of confusion and rejection on their faces, the horror when I tried to explain. Their eventual disgust and departure was always the hardest. And Rachel would be no different, of that I had no doubt. In the beginning, a relationship’s newness always made it easy. And when that wore off, I could always fantasize, but eventually, even the effectiveness of that waned. Which brought us to Rachel kneeling on the bed between the legs of my sprawled form, sagging with obvious frustration and concern. “I don’t understand,” Rachel’s brow wrinkled with distress, “Don’t I turn you on anymore?” She kneaded my dying cock, hoping to stroke it back to life. “It’s not you,” I slumped back and squeezed my shut. I really wasn’t up for this, literally, “It’s me.” After a moment, I opened my eyes back up and realized Rachel was looking at me expectantly. Obviously that statement was not going to be enough. “I need more than this.” Rachel looked really confused now, “More than me?” Her brow arched fiercely, “Like another girl?” Her voice got higher. Did I detect a note of panic? “You need someone else?!” Alright, maybe not panic, but I was definitely sensing some anger now. “No, not quite,” I floundered, “Not another woman.” “You’re gay?” She leaped off the bed, grabbing for her clothes, “Of all fucked up things. How could I have not…” “No!” I sat up. Not that I had anything against homosexuality, I had enjoyed some experimentation at one point. But this was getting way off track, “I like to watch.” That stopped her. Yeah well. This is where it usually started land sliding downhill. Her bra still dangled from her one hand as she placed both of them on her hips, “Let me get this right, you want to watch some porno tapes?” Well, she was getting closer, “No. I want to watch you.” “But….” Her eyes flicked around the room digesting this slowly. She needed help. “I want to watch you fuck someone else.” Rachel’s lips formed a perfect “O”. I tensed, waiting for the onslaught. Waited. Waited. “Ok. Is this a new thing for you? Or have you always need this?” Surprised, I pulled my legs up to my body. This questioning was unexpected, “I really hate talking about this.” “Oh no, mister!” Rachel stamped her foot, “You just get done telling me that fucking me isn’t enough and that you want to watch me fuck another man,” she paused, “It is men, isn’t it?” I nodded, “Thank goodness for that. Anyways, I think you owe me an answer.” “I said it wasn’t you. It’s just… well… straight fucking doesn’t do it for me. Hasn’t for a while. It’s ok in the beginning when everything is still new, but that doesn’t last that long,” I looked at her imploring her to understand, “Oh Rachel, I really care for you, I really do. And I’ll understand if you think this is perverted, it probably is.” I hung my head. Rachel tapped her foot. What was going through her mind? Certainly this wasn’t the usual routine of screaming insults and profanity. She stopped with the toe tapping and walked over to the phone. She punched the number pads and waited. “Carl, I need you to pick me up,” Pause, “Yeah, I’m over at Nick’s. You know where it is. And get over here pronto!” She finished dressing and left the bedroom. I closed my eyes. It was over. Carl was a guy that had been drooling over Rachel for months now. Who could blame her for wanting a normal guy? Why did I have this problem? Rachel, outside of the bedroom, was my dream girl. We shared a love of biking and tennis. We liked the same type of movies. It had become a competition between us to see who could find the best out of the way ethnic restaurants. And even though she was more politically liberal than I was, it made for mentally stimulating debates over coffee and scones. I heard a car drive pull up in the driveway. It hadn’t taken Carl long. I clenched a fistful of sheet. What to do? What to do? I heard the front door open and close. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t just let her walk out like this. Perhaps there was something I could say. I quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and dashed out of the room. I was halfway down the stairs before I realized that Rachel hadn’t gone out to Carl’s car like I’d expected. Carl had come in. And Rachel had him pinned against the wall, ravishing his mouth. I slowly sank down and sat on a step. Of all things, I had expected, this had been the last. Carl was obviously as surprised by Rachel’s sudden advances as I was, but he was recovering quickly. Rachel tugged his shirt out of his pants as he attempted to push the straps of her bra and halter-top down. He paused as he allowed her to wrangle his shirt over his head and then managed to get her top pushed down to her waist, exposing her tits. He leaned down and caught one in his mouth and Rachel leaned back moaning. He switched to the other one leaving a wet trail between them. “Your jeans,” Rachel panted, “Get them off.” Carl fumbled with the zipper, reluctant to release his hold on her nipples. He managed to get them off with a without falling over as Rachel did the same. My prick twitched. Rachel pushed Carl back and slid her tongue down his chest to his crotch. She dropped to her knees and turned Carl slightly so I had the perfect profile of his cock sliding into her mouth. She grabbed the back of his thighs and guided him back and forth. Carl’s head was thrown back and his ass was clenched as Rachel sucked him. I was hard. Abruptly, she pulled back, “No, not yet! Behind me.” She wiggled out of her top and bra and went down on her hands. Carl dropped behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her slit. “God, you’re wet!” “Just put it in me, goddamnit!” Rachel gasped. She reached back and guided him in, “Oh yes!” She exclaimed with a groan. Carl grunted when he was in full hilt. Slowly, he started rocking in and out. He reached around and started stroking her clit. Rachel’s body heaved with each breath. I was now more than hard. I was rock solid. I stroked it through the boxers. The leisurely pace Carl was stroking Rachel was exhilarating for me to watch, but Rachel was getting impatient. She sped up the pace by pushing her ass back into him. “Harder!” she groaned. Carl obliged and started pounding her like piston. “Oh, yeah,” Carl muttered. He used his other hand to squeeze one of her nipples. “Oh, oh, oh…” Rachel’s body tensed, “I’m cumming… NOW!” Her stomach tensed as her climax seized her. Carl was right behind her. He took a few more strokes and then impaled her, arching his back. His face twisted up in a look of glorious pain that I knew was pure rapture. He held himself in place as Rachel tried regaining her breath. Finally she turned her head and looked straight at me. A smile played on her lips. “I changed my mind, Carl. I think I’ll stay.” She extricated herself from his embrace and sauntered over to the stairs. As she climbed up to me, her gaze fastened on my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, “It’s about time,” She purred as she pulled it out of it’s hiding place, “Let’s try this again.” I Like to Watch For those of you who have read some of our earlier stories, this may not come as a surprise. I like to watch, and I believe that a large number of you out there have the same feelings. My wife Cheryl is a lovely woman of near perfect proportions, i.e., 36 24 35 and weighs 120 pounds standing 5'2" tall with light brown hair. She has colored it from time to time, but mostly it is light brown. We have been active swingers for the past few years, something around 5 or 6, and have found a mutual love of sex with others which only enhances our love for each other. Now in my case, and to a lesser extent in Cheryl's I get as much fun out of watching Cheryl take on a big dick as dipping my wick in a good looking woman. You see, I enjoy watching Cheryl have fun so much so that sometimes I just wind up watching instead of participating. Last week we were invited to a swinger's party and everyone knew that there would be an orgy room as the main attraction, but only I knew that my wife would be the star attraction. Cheryl and I were discussing what we would wear to the party, when she said, "what difference does it make as I'll be naked in a few minutes anyway?" Well, it's hard to argue with that logic so we went in as little as possible. I in a pair of red boxers and with a large warm coat so I didn't freeze on the way there. Cheryl went with just a pair of thongs under her winter coat. When we got to the party and our host took our coats, she exclaimed, " Hey everyone look at Jerry and Cheryl they are already dressed for the evening." The earlier couples to arrive all came to the door and expressed their approval of our outfits. We had a few drinks and then Mike and Bob sat on either side of Cheryl on the couch as she sipped her bloody mary drink and tried to carry on a conversation with both of them. That proved to be somewhat difficult, however, as both Bob and Mike were fondling her ample breasts and then each of them took a nipple in their mouths and began to suck and lick. This drives Cheryl over the edge all the time, and this was no exception. She began to pull down both of the guys zippers, as they were still dressed and then she let a couple of nice sized dicks out to get some air. As she held, and stroked them each they rose to their full length and they proceeded to pull Cheryl's tiny thong down to her knees, at which time they had to let her nipples free so they could get them off of her legs. I, while this was going on had my dick in my hand stroking it softly and winking at Cheryl to let her know that I was okay with whatever she had in mind. Within seconds the three of them were completely naked and Cheryl had slipped off the couch onto her knees so she could suck on Bob while Mike got behind her and rubbed his dick up and down her labia until she was so hot and wet that she was begging for him to fuck her. Bob was enjoying the show and making sounds like he was about to shoot his load into Cheryl's warm and ready mouth as Mike sank his full length into Cheryl's pussy and began to get into a rhythm with him pounding it in and Cheryl bucking her to get more and more of him. This gave Bob a lot of action and he was soon cumming and Cheryl was swallowing all of him with no trouble. Mike was about ready to shoot his load when Cheryl pulled away and said, " let's go to the orgy room where I can have more room and maybe Jerry can be more comfortable." With that, we adjourned to the orgy room and found that there were already two other couples there having a sex marathon and hardly noticed when we entered. So Mike laid Cheryl on her back on one of the mattresses and I knelt over her head or just to the side of it so she could suck me off while Mike re-inserted his 9" dick to the hilt and began to slide it in and out slowly, then faster, then all the way out and all the way back in and Cheryl said, " come on you stud and get me my first orgasm with that monster prick and get a move on." Mike, with that encouragement picked up Cheryl's ass and began to pound away until it sounded like a hammer hitting a pillow and water sloshing in a bucket. When Cheryl got her first orgasm she moaned," Ohhhhh I'm cumminngggg and it's good!" Meanwhile I had pulled my dick out of her mouth as she couldn't concentrate on both of us and get a super orgasm. It was then that I saw Jill sitting naked just across from me and lightly rubbing her clit with her middle finger and motioning for me to join her. I needed no further invitation and so I tossed my shorts in the corner and the two of us laid down and started a hot 69, but in that position I couldn't see Cheryl and wasn't aware that one of the invited guests that we didn't know, a large black man with an even bigger dick than Mike had Cheryl pinned to the mattress while he was getting her ready for another royal fucking. Jill could see what was going on and she said, " If you want to see a real fuck the let's move around so you can watch Dewan fucking your wife with what looks like a black nightstick." Now Cheryl has had a black man before, but when I looked, I was shocked as his tool when erect was close to a foot long, or at least it looked that size from where I was. Now Jill wanted to get fucked so I got between her legs making sure I could see Cheryl take Dewan's tool and to my surprise he inserted that thing inch by inch until their pubic bones were smacking against each other and Cheryl looked to be in heaven. Dewan was having a great time too as he was riding bareback and told Cheryl he was going to fill her white pussy with some good black cum. Since Cheryl is on the pill, and our host always makes sure that all of those invited to the party are free of any stds it was okay with both of us. Cheryl took all Dewan had to offer and then I noticed our host running with a towel to wipe up all of the white cum running down her thighs when I came in Jill and the four of us had to rest awhile. Cheryl laughed on the way home and said, "I thought you just wanted to watch tonight, and yet I saw you and Jill getting it on." I had to admit that we did and that it was fun, but nothing compares to me being able to watch my lovely wife getting royally fucked two or three times in a row. Needless to say, we just went to sleep when we got home as Cheryl had met her match and this morning is a little sore, but very satisfied. Maybe next time I'll just watch and try to take some video for us to enjoy later. Till next time. I Like to Watch I love watching my wife masturbate. On occasion, she's even invited me to do so, but not often enough for my tastes. What she doesn't know is, I watch her far more often than that. Nearly a year before Chris and I married, I had finally gotten around to building a new home. Residing in a fairly upper-class neighborhood, many of my friends and neighbors had installed elaborate security systems. Through one of those friends, I had contracted with an individual to establish a safe system within my new home as well. We'd been going over the details together when Andy mentioned he could place several cameras inside of the house if I wanted. I thought about that, but knew with Chris and I already engaged to be married, she wouldn't be real happy about having a bunch of camera's capable of watching her every move. When Andy assured me that he could install them in such a way that she'd never even know they were there, I went for it. Having a small personal utility room just off the three-car garage, it was perfect for setting up all the equipment necessary to monitor our home and provide us with updated information whenever we needed it. Including of course, videotape in the event it was needed for review. Chris was fine with that of course, totally unaware that I had separate video's running off every bank of cameras monitoring our home. Shortly after we were married and back from our honeymoon, I was treated to my first voyeuristic surprise. I hadn't married Chris just for her looks. She truly was a beautiful woman yes, and certainly very uninhibited sexually in most areas but one. Early on I had shared with her my desire to watch her play with her self for me. Which she did, but somewhat reluctantly. She had grown up in a strict environment, where masturbation wasn't discussed, certainly frowned upon if ever being mentioned. Thankfully, she'd moved away, discovered herself as well as her sensuality, managing to overcome many of the hang-ups she'd carried with her for years. All except this one for some reason. Chris had confessed to me during one of those exciting 'pillow-talk' evenings we often shared together, that though she had in fact masturbated as a young woman, it was always done secretly, with a constant fear of discovery and punishment for having done so. Because of that, I soon came to believe that it was one of the few inhibitions she still harbored, not able to fully overcome. As I did every day, the simple touch of a remote control, rewound and programmed all the tapes to begin recording. Motion sensors within the system alerted me to which tape might need to be monitored in the event there was any movement at night. So far, there had been no reason to do so. Obviously, for the camera's recording inside during the day, I knew they would be constantly monitoring movement, though the only two I had so far previewed had been those in our bedroom and bath. I'd arrived home from work earlier than usual. As I'd known, Chris had gone out late that afternoon with one of her friends to do some shopping. I had gone into the security room as we now called it and double-checked the status of everything. Curious, I did a quick semi-fast forward play of the tape that had been monitoring the bath. When I saw Chris enter in preparation of taking a shower, I slowed the tape down to normal play, enjoying a mischievous smile as I realized I was about to watch my wife showering. I'll be the first to admit there's something inherently wicked about watching someone doing something without their knowledge. The fact that it was my own wife didn't change that for me either. I loved looking at her, especially when she was nude. The fact that I could do so without her knowing it, was icing on the cake. As Chris walked into the bath, removing her robe, revealing her nudity, I sat back to watch and enjoy myself. "Oh yeah baby. I really do love watching you," I thought aloud. The camera was perfectly concealed within the patterned textures of the ceiling. At the angle it was positioned, it gave me a total panoramic view of the bath and on into the room, with the exception of the toilet area, which even I felt wasn't necessary or wanted for my purposes, thus giving some measure of privacy anyway. I watched as Chris passed from view briefly traveling through the blind spot, reappearing long enough to reach in, turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. She disappeared momentarily walking back towards the counter where she stood in front of the mirror admiring and examining herself. Just seeing her doing that was incredibly erotic to me. It was a private, personal, intimate moment with herself, but she was nonetheless, sharing it with me. "Damn Chris, you're making me hot!" I said speaking directly at the tape. Having watched my wife cup her medium sized, but very firm breasts, I was treated to seeing her examination of herself as she hefted each within her hands, testing the natural age of gravity that every woman eventually suffers through. Somewhat satisfied perhaps that age had not as yet caused them to sag more than what she was willing to accept, she smiled, turning off to one side to get an even better view as how they fell against her ribcage. I was a little surprised when she next tweaked each one of her nipples, causing them to harden as though testing them for response and sensitivity. "God Chris, play with them baby...play with them!" I urged her. She soon stopped doing so however, and I sadly saw her head back towards the shower. I naturally assumed of course that's all she intended to do, bathe and make ready for the day. But since I was already aroused just watching what I had been, I decided to pleasure myself while simply watching my wife showering with no other expectations beyond that. As she stepped into the shower, I expected to watch her do nothing more than wash herself up. I was slightly surprised however when she adjusted the shower massage to a more pulsating beat, then placed herself lying down in the tub rather than standing. "What are you up too?" I wondered pleasantly surprised. Comfortably positioning herself down inside the tub, I watched as she drew her legs towards her chest, spreading them. Placed as she was, she'd displayed herself, vulgarly, obscenely...and I loved it. As the water cascaded down towards her from the shower, it fell in a wildly undulating beat that began to playfully massage her sex. By the look on her face, and the expression in her eyes, I knew that it felt wonderfully good. "Go baby go!" I yelled excitedly. For nearly twenty minutes, I watched as Chris allowed the spray of the shower to make love to her. Periodically she adjusted her position, obviously varying the intensity, or perhaps the placement of the stream as it tickled her quim, caressing it in it's own very unique way. As she drew closer to climax, I watched as she reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers even more widely a part than they had been. Had I been sitting here watching this live, I'd have zoomed in the camera upon her. As it was however, I had to make myself content with seeing what I was. By now, I had released my prick from the confines of my pants, stroking it with the same desperate urgency that I saw my wife attempting to achieve. For the first time, I heard her moan, though it was difficult as the shower pretty much obscured the sound of anything else as she lay there. "Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh." I knew by her pleasured sighs that orgasm was only moments away. Judging her reactions, as I was obviously aware having seen her climax before, that she was close now, very close. Only moments away now myself, I continued pleasing myself, anticipating that sudden quick bucking that would reveal to me her sweet ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Seconds later, she did that, leaning forward slightly humping the water cock that was assuaging her pussy, giving her pleasure, doing so for me simultaneously. I had just finished straightening myself, filing away the tape when I heard the sound of the garage door opening. Chris was home. Making my way quickly inside the house, I greeted her a few minutes later when she walked in carrying several packages. "Hi honey," she said. "You're home early!" I gave her a kiss, reaching out to take one of the bags from her. "Not that one, take this," she said handing me what appeared to be a grocery bag. "This one's for later," she said suggestively, smiling. Obviously, she was feeling frisky, as I was. "So...anything new and exciting today?" I asked her setting down the grocery bag on the kitchen counter. "Not really, no. Why do you ask?" "Just something," I pressed. "You're grinning like a Cheshire cat," then, she did. "Nosy!" "Can't help it. It's in my nature," I responded slyly. Chris had all the fixings for a nice, little, romantic dinner. As we sat there together enjoying it, I asked. "So what did you and Darlene do today?" I really liked Darlene. If there were anyone who was more outgoing, less inhibited than she was, I'd have to have met them. Having her as a good friend and companion was something I heartily approved of. And the best part, she was one of our next-door neighbors. Having gotten to know her and her husband Jack, we ended up spending a lot of time together whenever we could. The exact opposite of Chris, I had jokingly labeled the two of them "Salt and Pepper shakers". Though both wore their hair relatively short, Chris was naturally blonde as well as fair skinned. Darlene was African American, with a deep rich coppery tone to her skin that stood out in stark contrast to my wife's much fairer complexion. "Nothing much...just some shopping," she stated evasively. But I knew by the gleam in her eye that there was more to that than she was letting on. True enough, after dinner, Chris had asked me to give her a few minutes before coming upstairs to bed. Having already figured out what she was up to, I took the opportunity to ensure that the camera in the bedroom was properly recording before heading upstairs myself. As expected, she was waiting for me, standing in the doorway of the bathroom connecting our bedroom. She was dressed in a sheer, black-laced body stocking that accentuated every curve of her body while only allowing the barest of hints at what lay hidden beneath. "Nice! Really, really nice!" I said as I stood there looking at her. "Remind me to tell Darlene thank you," I quipped. "You know, it's really hard keeping any secrets from you, you know!" "If you only knew," I thought devilishly. "Well, it wasn't really hard to figure out," I told her. "Every time you and Darlene go shopping together, you usually browse the "naughty store" as I called it. "And most of the time, you bring back something sexy to wear for me." "Remind me to never tell you I'm going shopping with Darlene," Chris shot back teasingly. "Now...you interested in making love to your wife? Or not?" As we did, I privately smiled knowing that I would later on be able to watch my own personal instant replay of our session together. # On Tuesdays, we had a maintenance service come out and take care of the yard. In the past, when I'd just happened to be there, I had noticed Chris eyeing one of the young men who did much of the yard work alone. Tall, handsome, ruggedly good looking with a deep tan from days spent outside, I'd seen Chris ogling him without realizing I had seen her doing so. Just before leaving for work, I'd reset all the surveillance tapes, wondering as I did if with this young man's arrival today, would provide me with any entertainment to look at later on that evening. As I often did, I brought work home with me rather than staying late, finishing it at the office. Whenever I did so, Chris afforded me the privacy alone to complete it without interruption, knowing that the sooner I did, the sooner we could spend time together during the evening. Having access from my study to preview the security tapes, I did so, wondering hopefully if there would be anything worth watching as I rewound the tapes. Sure enough, the outside camera's recorded the yard services arrival, including that of the man whom Chris had had her eyes on. Based on the time of the tape and the location of the yard he was working in, I knew that the only place where she would be able to safely watch him without being noticed was from kitchen area. Accessing the cameras from that section of the house, locating the exact time, I started the tape, not too surprised when moments later, my wife entered the room peering out through the window into the back yard. For several long moments she did nothing but stand there looking out the window. I'd begun to think it a wasted effort when I saw her suddenly slip her hand down inside the front of the shorts she was wearing. Chris had also chosen to wear one of many halter-tops that she enjoyed wearing around the house during the day. As I watched, she deftly undid the knot in front, holding the garment together, thus freeing her braless breasts. "Now this is interesting," I said smiling to myself as I watched. Chris moved even closer towards the sink, obviously extending herself for a better view. Shucking herself out of her top entirely, she stood, caressing her breasts, thumbing the nipples of each, all the while continuing to slip her hand down inside the waistband of the bright yellow day shorts she was wearing. Running both tapes simultaneously, I watched the young man outside gradually move around the far side of the house, obviously out of view from the kitchen area. When he did, I also saw Chris as she obviously headed down the hall towards the stairs leading up to the bedroom areas. From where he was now at, I knew that Chris would be much better able to see him from the "cozy-corner", as we called it, which was the bay window over-looking the yard from our bedroom. Hurriedly, I located the bedroom tape, fast forwarded to the time indicated on the outside surveillance, and wasn't disappointed as Chris soon walked into the room. I was surprised when she didn't immediately head towards the window however. Instead, she stopped by her dresser where she fumbled briefly in the top drawer where I knew she kept most of her bra's and underwear. Seconds later she produced a blue, long slim vibrator, turning it on, she smiled as the toy came to life in her hand. "Hot damn!" I again thought. I hadn't known she even owned a vibrator. I'd certainly never seen her using one before. "Thanks again Darlene," I said aloud this time, figuring that it had to have been at her suggestion that Chris purchase one in the first place. I watched my wife quickly settle herself within the plush softness of the love seat that fit perfectly within the window. Gazing down into the yard from above, somewhat concealed behind the lace curtains, which hung there, Chris pulled them apart slightly looking down into the yard where he still worked. As she did, she slowly began to tease herself with the softly humming toy, which I was now able to hear very clearly as she sat very close to the place where the bedroom camera had been installed. "I bet you've got a nice...long...thick cock!" she said suddenly. "And I'd bet you'd be surprised to find out I was sitting here, thinking about it, wondering what it would be like for you to fuck me," she admitted to herself. Though I was surprised to hear her actually admit this, I wasn't jealous. I'd often fantasized about other women myself, including Darlene. Just seeing my wife sitting there, stroking the inside of her pussy with the blue toy that I didn't even know she had, sent a rapturous flame of desire directly towards my groin. Feeling myself harden, I watched in delightful expectation as Chris continued masturbating, once again caressing her own breasts, sliding the happy little toy in and out of her pussy as she held it a part with her other hand. "Oh Shawn, Shawn...fuck me. Fuck me with that magnificent cock baby!" she wailed hotly. "Fuck my pussy and pour that delicious hot cream into it." Several moments later, it was obvious she was having a climax. I watched as my wife's face twisted into a pleasured grimace as she sat there on the couch driving the blue toy deeply inside herself, holding it there as she buckled forward expectantly as she often did. Now extremely aroused myself. I switched off the tape, straightened my desk, and went in search of my lovely, secretly horny little wife. # Several days passed of uneventful monitoring. The wait had been well worth it however when almost by accident, I stumbled upon the best thing I had witnessed yet. It was Saturday, the one day of the month when Chris and Darlene went to the spa for a full days pampering. Which included a facial, massage, as well as a pedicure. With them gone the better part of the day, I soon settled back to review the tapes, many of which I hadn't as yet had time to really look at. As I fast-forwarded through many of them, I hesitated briefly at one when Chris answered the door, letting Darlene into the house. There was nothing significant about that however, but for some reason I decided to let the tape play while I sat there watching. "Did you bring it with you?" Chris asked. "Yes," Darlene said giggling. "And you have no idea how difficult it was to get it either!" she responded conspiratorially. I saw her reaching into her purse, producing a videotape a second later. "I had to remind Janette three times to lend it to me," she stated. I knew Janette was her very 'lesbian' half-sister. "What did she say when you asked her about it?" Chris asked nervously. "Oh nothing really. I told her it was for a woman friend of mine who was 'curious' about it is all. If anyone can understand that, she does. Where do you want to watch it?" "Downstairs in the den," Chris responded. I quickly stopped the tape, pawing through several others until I'd found the one I was looking for. Inserting it into the player, I forwarded to the approximate time and hit play. Sure enough, there they were. I was just in time to watch Chris inserting the tape into the player before settling back onto the couch sitting next to Darlene. "I can't actually believe I let you talk me into watching this," My wife said. "Good old Darlene. I really should send her something for all the marvelous things she's talked my wife into exploring," I considered. Perfectly positioned, I was able to see not only the women as they sat there on the couch together, but what they were also watching on the TV. It became clearly evident that Darlene had brought over some sort of X-rated movie. Now, it wasn't all that odd that they were sitting there watching one. Chris and I had frequently watched several of them together, and if all she wanted to do was sit back and watch a dirty movie, we had plenty of them to choose from. "No. There's something a little different about this one," I realized, and so began to focus my attention on what it was they were actually watching, more than in watching either one of them. Minutes later, I understood why. Although it became apparent that what they were watching turned out to be a sexual threesome, which Chris and I had watched plenty of before, this one included a bi-sexual encounter between the two males while the woman involved, switched back and forth between the two men, while they in turn proceeded to enjoy one another just as equally. "Isn't this wild?" Darlene had asked her. "God yes...I'll say. And it's making me horny!" Chris answered her unabashedly. "Can you imagine another guy doing anything to Brad?" Darlene asked, questioning her about me. I heard my wife giggle like a teenager. "Yes...one," she said teasingly. "Who?" "You know that sexy guy I told you about who comes over to take care of the yard? Shawn?" I Like to Watch Darlene shared her giggling. "Now I'd even pay to see that!" she told her. I quickly made a mental note to myself in the event I ever got into financial difficulty. "So...you're getting horny huh?" Darlene asked a moment later. "Me too." That certainly got my attention. "Have any spare toys?" she asked her, half teasingly. "You serious?" Chris asked her in stunned disbelief. "Well...I could always run home and get mine," she told her. "But unless you've got some spare batteries, it wouldn't do me any good anyway. I wore mine out and haven't gotten around to getting any new ones." Chris laughed. "Well yeah, I do. If you really don't mind using one of them," she stated. I couldn't believe I was watching this, hearing this. But a moment later, Chris disappeared from the room, appearing several minutes later carrying two toys. The blue one I had seen her using previously, as well as a large pink knobby looking thing. Another toy I hadn't as yet been aware of. "When did you get this one?" Darlene said holding it up as Chris handed it to her. "About two weeks ago...in the mail." Once again I made another note to go back two weeks in reviewing my tapes. "You really going to do it?" Chris asked her friend curiously. "Hell yes! Like I said...I'm horny!" Darlene told her truthfully. On the video, I watched as Darlene stood, quickly removing her clothes. I'd always considered her attractive of course, often fantasizing about the woman myself. But up until now, I had nothing proof conclusive to add to that beyond my own active imagination. Now, seeing her as she slipped off first the blouse she was wearing, and then her skirt, I could only sit there in stunned happy silence. I'd always thought my wife's breasts were attractive of course. And I certainly enjoyed sucking them. But when I saw Darlene's large, almost "too good to be true" tits appear, I had to pause the tape and sit there staring at them for a moment longer. Not only were they near perfectly symmetrical, but the chocolate colored areola's capping each one were the largest I had personally ever seen. After I'd had an extended, extra long look, I pushed play. "Darlene...I really hope you don't take offence, but I have to ask. Are those real?" I watched as Darlene placed her hands on each hip, thrusting her chest out even more proudly. "Why sure they is darlin. These here are home grown, apple-spiced cheese-cakes child!" Darlene mimicked in her best southern drawl, which cracked Chris up, who began laughing. "Stop it!" she told her. "And I really was serious," she said holding her aching sides. Darlene gave Chris a lusty look as she responded. "Go head, touch em. See for yourself." Sitting down next to her, I was amazed when Chris did. Gingerly, she cupped each one molding them in her hands. "Damn...I guess they really are!" "Told you," Darlene said smugly. "Now...since you touched mine...." Once again Chris squealed embarrassedly, but Darlene didn't allow that to disrupt her either. Reaching over, she placed each one of her hands on my wife's breasts. But she didn't just hold onto them for a minute the way Chris had done, she softly, teasingly thumbed her nipples too. "I like the way your nipples stand up. Much better, much longer than mine do," she said simply. Darlene then teased her own as though to prove the point. "See? Not nearly as hard!" "Are we crazy?" Chris asked. "Nope...just two horny women, sitting home watching a porno. Of course we're horny!" She said jokingly. "And I'm going to do something about it too!" she announced. Grabbing the pink knobby dildo Chris had given her, she quickly turned it on. "Fuck girl. You really use this? I think I could cum just holding it without even putting it inside me." "I know!" Chris chuckled. "The first time I even used it, I came before I even knew what was happening!" I really did need to locate that tape. I was positive it had to be somewhere. At the moment however, that would have to wait. Darlene had repositioned herself on the couch, propping both feet up beneath her. As she did, she split herself wide open and began easing the giant-sized toy inside her waiting pussy. "Come on Chris, don't make me feel embarrassed doing this with you sitting there doing nothing," she told her. "I thought you said you were horny too!" "Trust me Darlene. I am. And even more so now!" she admitted to her friend. Taking the much smaller, shiny blue vibrator, Chris quickly emulated the position Darlene had placed herself in, so that now both woman were sitting side by side in basically the same position. As she began stroking herself with the toy, I noticed that she began watching Darlene as she played with herself far more than she continued watching the movie. Pretty soon, Darlene was doing the same thing...watching her. "Have you ever thought about being with another woman?" Darlene asked as she continued watching my wife pleasuring herself. "Thought about it yes...but never have no. And you?" "Same. Though Jack's hinted often enough he'd enjoy seeing that." "Yeah, Brad has too," Chris said smiling. "Now, wouldn't that surprise the two of them if they were to ever come home and find us together?" I made a note to schedule lunch with Jack. "Want to try something?" Darlene asked out of hand. "What?" Chris questioned a bit nervously. "Not that," Darlene giggled. "Not yet anyway...maybe after we've discussed it a little more," she said with a hint of a promise. "What then?" Reaching over, Darlene placed her hand around the vibrator that was sticking half way inside my wife's cunt. "How about, if I do you, while you do me?" she asked. "You have to admit Chris...that really would feel a whole lot better!" "Yes it would...wouldn't it?" she said dreamily as Darlene began to play with my wife much more seriously. Watching the two of them pleasuring one another was a gold mine of video delight. Not only would I have never suspected it, I now had some inside knowledge that I hoped one day might pay off in dividends! I played their near-simultaneous orgasm scene over and over again until I was spurting lustily into the air while watching it. I was still horny as hell, when Chris arrived home from their day at the spa. "Feel better?" I asked when she'd arrived home. "Oh yes. I feel wonderful!" she told me. "I seem to recall that," I said in a lust-filled voice, grinning at her. "I think someone's horny," she said laughing. "Oh, you might could say that," I replied "Wanna fuck?" she asked. Seconds later, I was chasing her up the stairs. # Two days later, I'd come downstairs after having first gotten ready for work. Chris had already poured me a steaming hot cup of coffee, along with two pieces of lightly buttered toast, and of course, my newspaper. As I sat down to enjoy a light breakfast, she came into the room, placed a book on the table, pouring herself a cup. She'd been reading an erotic novel, and as I saw by the bookmark, she was nearly through with it. "Good book?" I asked. "You should read it," she said winking at me. "Might give you a few ideas, though I hardly think you really need them," she said grinning. "That good huh?" Chris merely nodded her head. "Sure you can't stay home?" she asked. "And fuck your wife?" "I would if I could," I said truthfully. "You know that! But you also know I have that closing this morning. And we've already rescheduled it twice. I can't. But...I will promise no working late tonight. Maybe I can even get off a little early or something. How'd you like to watch a naughty movie together later?" "I'd like that," she said grinning. "Which one?" "You pick it," I told her. "I'm up for anything. And I think I recall Jack saying that he and Darlene have quite a few too. Maybe you can ask her to borrow one of theirs." "Really? Anything?" "Anything," I said...wondering. As I drove to work, I wondered if by leaving my horny little wife home all alone if I'd have anything to look at when I finally got a chance too. I was fairly confident we'd have a busy night ahead of us when I did get home, so I knew it would have to wait. And not too surprisingly, we watched a movie that Chris had picked out, that had a lot of women, masturbating one another in it with dildos and vibrators. "You do like watching these don't you?" she'd asked a bit mischievously. "Oh yes...very much so. And you know damn well, I'd enjoy seeing you doing something similar with another woman too," I added. "Well...maybe one day, if you're a good boy," Chris teased. But I noticed as she said that an almost guilty look cross her face, simultaneously with a bit of a rosy-red blush across her cheeks. I was looking forward to lunch with Jack tomorrow too. # When I finally did get a chance to review that morning's tape. I wasn't disappointed. I watched myself leaving for work, first kissing my wife goodbye, heading out the door. Chris soon sat down, picking up her novel and began to read. For a while, nothing happened. It was when she stood to refill her coffee cup that things suddenly got interesting. Rather than sitting down, she continued to stand while still reading her book. Without thought, or none that I was aware of anyway, she placed one foot on the chair she'd been sitting in, parting her robe. She was naked. No surprise there. She usually was. What did surprise me was when she reached over to the bowl of fruit we had sitting on the table. Carefully selecting a fairly good sized, interestingly curved banana, I watched as she began sliding it up and down the furrow of her slit. "I've gotta read that book!" I told myself seriously. Chris continued to read, continuing her slow pleasured tease with the not quite ripe fruit. Watching her as she did that was extremely erotic. Finally, having obviously finished the book, she set it down on the table. Turning her attention to the new toy she'd discovered, she easily inserted a goodly portion of it inside herself, grasping the table for support as the obvious pleasure she derived from it caused her to become weak in the knees. "Ohhhh fuck!" I heard her say as she began sliding it in and out of herself with ever increasing speed. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh...Oh...Oh...Fuck!" she screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm claimed her. When she'd recovered, she walked over, washing the banana, placing it back into the bowl where she'd found it. I felt saddened that it wouldn't be there waiting for me with her pussy juices still clinging to it. But I was also delighted that I now had another deliciously wonderful piece of tape to edit to the others I'd been collecting. # As luck would have it, I ended up staying at work a lot later than I had planned to. By the time I arrived home, it was late. So I was a bit surprised when I saw a dim light, which I knew to be emanating from the downstairs TV. Obviously, Chris was still up. Sitting my briefcase down on the floor next to the stairs, I headed down. Somewhat cautiously, my imagination once again working overtime, I envisioned she and Darlene happily lying on the floor going down on one another. She wasn't of course, but what she was doing took my breath away even more than that would have. Glancing towards the TV, I saw the tape she was watching was the one I had compiled most recently with everything I had managed to discover her doing. Including of course, the day she'd gotten her new pink vibrator in the mail. Hearing my gasp of surprise, she turned, facing me. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself?" she asked. Stunned, I really didn't know what to say. "I like to watch," I said sheepishly. Sitting down as she'd been, it had been impossible to see anything other than her head. Glaring at me, she now stood. She was naked. Then she smiled. "Me too." I just stood there staring at her. "Oh, and by the way? Darlene mentioned something to me about you and Jack having lunch together today. Wondered if we might be interested in getting together tomorrow evening. "Would you like that?" she asked as she caressed her breasts. "Hell yes!" I said. "Good...now come here and watch this with me, it's just getting to the best part." And it was too. I Like to Watch I like to watch, even if all she is doing is getting ready. Since the first time I met her I have found her incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Standing in front of the mirror she had finished her make up and brushed her hair out. She is doing finishing touches. She is wearing only a tiny pair of black silk panties and they shine almost as perfectly as does her perfectly smooth long black hair. Her lips are dark red as are her fingernails. I could be hard already but it's not my night and I fight the urge. When she sits at the edge of the bed and pulls the stockings up her long legs I think again about taking her. I could cancel the whole night and just take her for my own; right now, right here. I won't though. She is very grateful. I think she still thinks I let her have her date nights for herself. I think that is why she pulls on the stockings. I know she finds them uncomfortable but as she walks back to the closet and I watch her ass separated by the thin strap of black fabric, I know that her date nights are not for her. She has her date nights for me. Jealousy is wicked and I feel it deep within me. There is sadness in it. There is anger as well. It is part of the thrill. There is guilt and remorse. I think these things come along with any perversion. I think masochists feel it even as they raise the whip again and again over the bare skin of their lover. I suppose this is masochistic as well. I will do it. I will watch. I will secretly love it. I arrange her date nights. When the idea first came up it was agreed that it would be a stranger. When we discussed doing it again, the plan had been for it to be a different stranger. It had worked with Danny a long time ago and he was the perfect choice. He was younger than we were. He was athletic and good looking. That first night she had enjoyed him a great deal. The second night she enjoyed him even more. I could tell. It was about sex. I would watch them and when they talked I could tell he was not going to steal her away from me, but she was attracted to him and he was good. It was not a regular thing. It was her date night. Every third month I would arrange it. We drove together but I would drop her at the main entrance to the hotel then drive around the corner and park. She had a room key as did I. Once I parked I took the escalator to the restaurant on the top floor. They would be at a table. I would sit at the bar. It worked well. I could watch them. I liked to watch. She wasn't much of a drinker but on date night she would sit next to him and sip down a couple of martinis. She didn't like martinis either. I think she needed the alcohol. Typically, she might have a beer, never more than one. She just didn't drink. Half an hour or so would pass and he would call for the check. I paid cash as I went so that I was free to leave as soon as he signaled for the waitress. I slipped out and away to the elevators. I wondered if she watched me leave but I never checked. Once in the room I left the lights off. There was always a bottle, a glass, and ice waiting. I would poor a drink and find a chair. I sat down to wait. It's funny how slowly time passes during moments like these. Like I said, it was all arranged. I wasn't hidden in a closet or behind drapes. They knew I was there but he was remarkably good at forgetting this. I would hear the card in the lock and then the door click open. She always entered first and the drinks were evident. She wobbled on her heels. She walked to the foot of the bed and stood there. She wasn't facing me. She was looking at her reflection in the blackened window. He would undress her before turning out the light. The black dress would slide off quickly; she would step out of her shoes. It was now that he would kiss her. They wouldn't kiss very long and she didn't kiss him deeply. It was a gesture, I believe. I could sit there watching his hands move over her bare breasts and down her back to the perfect curve of her ass. I liked to watch. I like to see hands on her. I like the look on her face as her eyes close and her lips part when his fingers first find her erect nipples. The light goes out and she starts to remove his clothes. There is just enough light coming in the window from the city below. I can watch her drop to her knees as he stands above her. She takes his erection in her hands and works it slowly until he is long, and firm, and ready for her. She slides her dark red lips around it. For the first time she will look for me. She wants to see that I am watching now. I signal back to her that I am watching by raising my glass to her, just a slight movement. With my approval she closes her eyes and works furiously on his cock. She won't let him come. She will work his shaft; she will grab his ass in both hands and pull him to her. He is harder with her, different than I am. I will sit there as she fellates him. He is different. He thrusts, surprising her as his cock pushes deeply into her mouth and throat. This is where it is different. This is what I am here to watch. She gasps a little but he doesn't stop. He places his hand on the back of her head forcing himself deeper. I don't do this. She resists a little but she is a good girl. She takes it. She grips his ass for balance and he thrusts more quickly. He backs away and presses his cock to her lips. He circles her mouth with it before pressing himself back into her. He reaches for her breast grasps it roughly. I don't do that either. He pinches her nipple and her eyes press closed. Pain? She takes it. He thrusts more quickly and she gags on his head as it explodes. She would take it. She would take it all. She is a good little naughty girl, but he pulls it out and lets it spray down her chest a little. He leaves her that way. She stands again. She looks at me with that look. I can't describe that look. It is a smile, but it is more than a smile. It is hungry and lustful. It is powerful. She turns away from me and climbs onto the large bed, her ass exposed to me, and to him. He works her over with his fingers. He is fast and hard. She gasps and moans. As he probes into her waiting sex she sighs and pushes back, swallowing his fingers. He uses his tongue on her. He licks her tiny asshole. It loosens and he slides yet another finger into her. Not like I would do it. He is hard and aggressive. She gasps a little as he works her. She is talking to him. "Fuck me! Oh yeah!" He works at her harder until she comes for him. I can tell she has come. She was tense and now she isn't. I can see her head pressed into the comforter. "Oh... Fuck me now." She tells him. He does. He throws himself into her with an abandon I guess I don't have. She is crying out as he works his cock into her. She raises herself off the bed and I watch her tits sway beneath her. This is where I want to help. I want to put my hands on her myself. I want her to take my cock as she is taking his. I want to make her make these noises. I don't. I watch. He turns her over and climbs atop her. He works her over. His speed is furious and I watch her face. Her head is thrown side to side as their bodies thrash around the bed. I look at her expression; her lips pursed together, her eyes pressed closed. "Does it hurt?" I would ask. He doesn't ask. He does it harder. They roll and she is atop him now. She is looking at me. It is blatant. I watch her long dark hair fly. I watch her breasts, her tits, bounce as she rides him. She is grinding herself down onto him pushing him deeper into her. With a start he pushes her off of him. He is stronger than I can be. She collapses onto the floor at his feet and he takes his cock in his hand. He works it and she lies back, spreading her legs. "Come for me." She implores and he obliges. She holds herself open for him and as it drips down onto her she rubs it, working it into her. She is on her knees again, this time facing me. She looks straight at me. He moves in behind her and slides himself into her yet again. I just can't do this. He is slower this time but it is still hard. Furious, I call it. She looks at me the whole time. Sometimes, she till talk. "Oh yeah." "Just like that." She's told me she would like me to touch myself when I watch but that isn't what I am here for. I am here to watch. When he is done he kisses her, this time on his cheek, never on the lips afterwards. It isn't about the kissing. He grabs his clothes and slips into the bathroom. She always does the same thing after. She crawls over to me on her knees and loosens my pants. Sometimes I will have come while I watch her, usually not, but I will be ready. She takes me into her mouth. She is always very nice. "I am so big. I am so wide. I taste so good." It is nice of her. I come quickly and then she slips into the bathroom herself. He will have left already. She comes out dressed, usually with the stockings gone. We've come to a few conclusions. After her date has left we will usually go to a movie. We don't have to talk and we can sit there and hold hands. I think she worries about me afterwards. I always worry about her a little. That jealousy can be cruel. It passes with the night. The next morning I will make love to her in my way. It will be long and soft. I will touch her all over and never make her make that face. There will be lots of kissing. I had a date night of my own once. I didn't like it. Maybe if she would have joined us. After all, I like to watch