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Watching Her

By: cawoman



He arrives at her place right on time. As he approaches the front door, he sees a note taped to the door. He feels a momentary letdown as he thinks, "I hope she is not canceling our plans for today." They don't have a lot of time together, and each time is spent enjoying each other to the fullest. He sees his name written on the outside of the envelope as he removes it from the door. He removes the slip of paper from the envelope and smells the faint scent of her perfume on the paper. "That could be a good sign," he thinks. He opens the paper and begins to read: 

"Hi Baby, I'm glad you're here. I want you so much. Come on in and go to the bedroom. I'm waiting there for you. Hurry!!" 

He turns the knob and the door opens. He enters and locks the door behind him. He hears soft music coming from the bedroom as he gets closer. The door is pulled shut, and he knocks lightly as he opens the door and enters. The room is dark except for the glow of candlelight. He looks toward the bed and she is there, lying on the bed fully undressed. They look at one another and there is an undeniable spark between them. 

He starts to approach her, and she says in a soft voice, "No, Sweetie. Stay right there, and watch." 

He stops in his tracks, and feels his cock grow hard instantly. The anticipation of watching what she is going to do to herself and the pure sexual atmosphere of the room is having a strong effect on him. He will watch for now, but he knows, soon, he will need to touch her. 

She starts by running her hands through her hair. She is positioned demurely on the bed, legs together, crossed at the ankles. Her head is slightly elevated on the pillows beneath her. Her hands move down to her face and she caresses her own smooth skin slowly. Her fingers trail her slightly protruding collarbone, and proceed to run over her arms in a self embrace. She moves her hands to her midriff and slides them slowly upwards until they are under her breasts, scooping them up in her hands. Her small hands can barely hold the full breasts she is fondling. She moves her fingers to her nipples, and begins to rub them gently. Her legs uncross now and she moves them apart slightly, but not enough to let him get a good view of her pussy. He looks at her face; her eyes are closed and her tongue is running over her lips as she begins to pinch her nipples. He hears a soft moan escape from her lips. He is having trouble standing there, so close to her, but just out of reach. He wants to watch, and he wants to join in, all at the same time. His hand goes unconsciously to his cock, and he begins to stroke himself through his clothes. 

He says to her, "Baby, you are so hot. You are driving me crazy over here. Is it okay if I take off my clothes?" 

She replies without stopping what she is doing, "Yes, take off your clothes. That's the way I like you best," as she lets out a soft laugh. 

He doesn't waste a moment; he is nude in record time. She looks into his eyes as her hands move to her thighs. She draws her knees up, and gradually she spreads her knees apart, applying pressure with her own hands on her inner thighs, to expose herself to him. She is spread fully now. He can see the glistening of her wet pussy. He is dying now to touch her and taste her. 

"Can I join you now?" he asks. 

"Soon, Baby, soon," she utters. 

Her hands start at her knees and move towards her pussy. He can't wait to see her touch herself. It seems to take forever for her to arrive at the sweetest destination. When she does, she spreads even wider to give him a full view. One hand strokes her pussy lips, swollen now with passion. She moves down and he sees her finger disappear into her pussy. He thinks he may cum right here just from the sight of that. She moves her finger in and out of herself as her hips thrust to meet her plunging finger. She adds a second finger, and continues to fuck herself with her hand. Her breathing is faster, and her moans louder now. Her other hand returns to her breast, and she begins to pinch and rub her nipple. 

In her breathy, excited state, she instructs him, "Baby, come closer now; sit on the bed and watch, but don't touch me." 

He moves to the bed and does as she tells him. He has a completely unobstructed view of her hot pussy. He can smell her scent and he remembers the taste of her juicy center from their previous meetings. Sitting so close, yet not touching or tasting her is absolutely torturous for him, but what a sweet torture it is. He is so turned on by what he is seeing. She moves her hand from inside her pussy to her clit, and begins to make slow circles around her clit with her fingers. She is moaning and arching her back now. Her pleasure is unmistakable. Her face is flushed, and he knows she is very close to cumming. He stops stroking himself; he can do nothing but watch. He is stunned by the spectacle. 

"Oh, Baby, you are killing me here," he groans.

She is too far gone to hear his words. Her excitement grows as her fingers move faster, and the pressure is increased on her clit. She cums with full force, moaning, writhing, and convulsing on the bed. Her head moves from side to side as her hips thrust with the impact of her orgasm. Slowly, the orgasm subsides and he sees her body relax on the bed. Her chest heaves rhythmically still, as she slowly recovers from the intensity of the moment. Small, soft sighs and moans come from her mouth. His eyes drift from her face to the center of her open legs. Her hand is still resting on her pussy. He sees her finger dip into her hot, swollen hole. He imagines that it is still pulsating from the explosive climax. 

She looks at him, and the want in her eyes is undeniable. He feels a burst of power and masculinity knowing that even with the orgasm she brought herself to, she still needs to feel his strong cock buried deep inside her to be fully satisfied. She brings her slick wet finger to her mouth, and runs it over her lips, as if putting on lipstick. 

She says to him, "Come to me now, and taste me." 

He is there instantly, and his mouth goes to hers before her juices have a chance to dry on her lips. He licks her lips, and she darts her tongue into his mouth as she reaches to grasp his bulging, throbbing cock. He needs to be inside her now. He moves over her and she instinctively moves her body to take him. They can't wait any longer. He plunges into her and begins to move in long strokes. She is so hot, and wet, and the walls of her pussy are engorged from the finale of her show. The strokes become faster and more shallow. He can't hold back, and she doesn't want him to. He has waited long enough. Her hands grasp the cheeks of his ass, as he cums in her. The feeling is so intense for him. He can't remember the last time he came so much or with so much power. 

His ear is close to her lips as she tells him, "Yes, Baby, cum for me." 

As always, her words of encouragement add to the excitement of the moment. He is drained from the experience as he moves to lie beside her. He pulls her into his arms and kisses her. 

He looks at her and simply sums up the moment saying, "Damn!!"

Watching Her



“I guess I will go ahead and go to bed,” I said to Linda. “You coming?”

She looked over at me and said, “No, I’m not tired right now. I think I’ll stay up and watch TV – do you mind?”

“No, go ahead – it’s all yours,” and I walked over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and left the den. I’m usually the king of the late night TV watching, but I was kind of tired, and wanted to go ahead and get some sleep. I climbed into the bed, and was soon dozing.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but I heard vaguely a voice saying, “Mike, are you asleep?” I opened my eyes a little bit and could see Linda at the bedroom door. I didn’t say anything, and then again she said, “Are you asleep?” When I didn’t respond, she quietly closed the door and it was quiet again.

As I lay there, I wondered why she had been asking me if I was asleep. After a few minutes, I decided to go back in the den and see what she had wanted. I got up and softly opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall to the den. As I got to the end of the hall, I could hear the television, and as I got to the entrance to the den, I could see what was on, and I could see a couple of naked bodies on the screen. I glanced over at Linda and couldn’t help but grin – she was watching the late night flicks on Skinamax, I mean, Cinemax. She always gave me a hard time about watching them, so I was just about to bust her on it, when something stopped me.

As the guy and the girl on the screen got after it, I watched as Linda’s hand began to caress her breast through her pajama top. Her other hand soon joined the first one, and I felt my dick begin to stir as I watched her hands squeeze her breasts together, and then pull on her nipples. I was only about 15 feet away from her, but the den was set so that I could see her from the front without her seeing me, and I could also see the screen as well. One of her hands dropped down from her breast into her lap, and it began to rub the front of her pajama shorts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! She always swore to me that she never masturbated, but now I was catching her doing it! She continued working with both of her hands, and I glanced down to see that there was quite a tent in the front of my shorts. I dropped my own hand and gave myself a couple of strokes as well.

The scene on the screen ended, and Linda’s hands slowed on her body. I watched for another second or two, and was about to go back to the bed, when a new scene came on, this time showing a couple of girls laying out by a pool. Knowing on Cinemax there is always a chance for action with the girls, so I kept watching. It wasn’t long until the girls on the screen had removed their tops, and began to rub lotion on each other, paying close attention the each other’s breasts. My eyes went back to Linda, in time to see her glance around, and then she grabbed the bottom of her pajama tank top and pulled it over her head, uncovering her breasts, with the noticeably hard nipples. She dropped the shirt on the couch beside her, and her hands immediately went to her breasts. As the action on the screen increased, she teased and squeezed them more and more. One of the girls on the screen bent her head down and began to lick and suck on the other one’s nipple. I looked back over at Linda, and watched with amazement as she lowered her head, raised one of her breasts, and began to lick at the nipple with her tongue. I didn’t even know she could do that, but seeing that was enough for me to reach down and slip my erection out of my shorts, and begin to stroke it in earnest. 

My eyes kept alternating between the action on the screen, and my wife licking her nipples. Linda’s other hand had made it down south, and was now inside of her pajama shorts. This was so incredible – I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t long until the girls on the screen had removed each other’s bottoms, and were now completely nude, and began to fondle each other all over. As I looked back over at Linda, she had her hands at the waist of her shorts, and she quickly pulled them down and off, leaving her naked as well. I could the wetness over her shaved pussy, and her hand quickly began to rub herself. My hand was stroking with a smooth rhythm as well, and the sight of Linda doing this was too good to be true. I could feel myself getting very close to coming, so I slowed my strokes so I could enjoy the whole show.

Linda must have been extremely turned on, as I began to hear her softly moan, as she rubbed herself between her legs. I watched as one, then two fingers disappear between her lips, and she began to move them in and out, slowly at first, and then the tempo increased. As I picked up the pace on myself, I glanced over at the television, and the two girls had now moved to a 69 position. That enough would have probably been enough to push me over the edge, but I looked back over and saw that Linda had her legs up on the couch, spread wide apart, furiously moved her fingers into her pussy. She lifted one of her breasts back to her mouth, and this time was able to get the entire nipple between her lips and began to suck. I was almost ready to come, and when she released her nipple and gave a fairly loud groan, I lost it.

I got my other hand down just in time to catch the first spurt of come shooting out. I saw Linda’s body rise off the couch slightly as she came as well. As I heard the sounds of the girls on the screen and Linda’s moans as well, I continued spurting into my hand, soon filling it. As I squeezed the last bit out of my penis, I saw Linda collapse back onto the couch, her hand still between her widespread legs. I knew I better get back to the bedroom, and I quickly got back down the hall to our bathroom. I quickly cleaned myself with a towel, and jumped back into the bed and covered up. I lay their thinking about what had just happened, and amazed at how intense it had been. After a moment or two, the door opened and Linda came into the room. I kept my eyes closed, and soon felt her still naked body against mine. She draped her leg over me, and I could feel the wetness between her legs.

“Wake up, hon – I need you.” Her hand moved to my now hardening penis, and I pretended that I was slowly waking up. I felt her pull down my shorts, and her hand began to stroke me. I usually didn’t get hard again that quickly, but I was soon at full erection. Linda climbed on top of me, and lowered herself onto my erection. She was so wet that I slid right in all the way, and she immediately started moving up and down. She was soon moaning, and took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I began to pull at her nipples, and her own hands soon covered mine as they worked. It didn’t take long until she began to moan quite loudly and said, “Oh my God, I’m coming!”

When I heard that, I felt the come rising and groaned and began to shoot into her, just as she let loose a loud groan herself and began to come, too. I continued pumping until I was completely dry, and Linda collapsed down onto me. I whispered into her ear and said, “What got into you, my dear?”

As her breathing began to get back to normal, she replied, “Just horny, babe, just horny.”

I grinned to myself, knowing the full reason why, and excited about what I had just discovered about her.



Watching Her



I was feeling a trifle bushed that afternoon. I'd had a late night the day before and then got rousted out of bed early to come to the beach and go surfing. After lunch I decided to take a siesta for an hour or so before re-joining the boys and hitting the water again.

With this in mind I wandered over into a clump of trees, found a comfortable spot, leaned back against a tree and relaxed. I only needed a catnap - something to take the edge off the worn-out feeling. I might have slept for an hour or I might not have. 

I'm not sure what woke me up but when I opened my eyes there was a young woman under the trees with me. The trees actually formed a small circle with some short grass covering the bit of ground enclosed. The area was nice and shady and relatively private, which is why I sought it out. Presumably the young lady sought it out for the same reason - privacy.

If you're not moving then people tend not to see you. My guess was that the girl slipped through the trees, glanced around, and her gaze went straight past me without stopping. Satisfied that there was no-one there she started to get changed.

When I opened my eyes she was side-on to me, in the middle of taking off her top. I suppose a gentleman would have coughed to let her know she wasn't alone. Me, I settled back to enjoy the show, watching her.

A very neat lass. Her top came off and she folded it and placed it at her feet. Then the bra was removed, neatly folded and placed on top of the top. Placed, not dropped. This required her to bend over, her breasts swinging freely below her. Very nice breasts in my opinion. I wouldn't mind a closer acquaintance with them.

Her shoes were removed and positioned next to her top and then she undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Skirt folded and added to the little pile and down came her panties. While she'd been undressing she had been turning back and forth, peeping through the trees to ensure that no-one would come and disturb her modesty. It just so happened that when she took her panties down she was facing me, giving me quite an eyeful.

Naked she stretched and gave me a spectacular view of a lovely female body. Lightly tanned, with pale patches showing her bikini size. Golden skin with two triangle of white tipped by red defined her breasts. Another triangle of white pointed the way to heaven. 

I would have been quite content to watch her put on her bikini and go on her way, unmolested and unsuspecting, but Mother Nature had other plans. She tickled my nose and I sneezed. It was just a little sneeze, barely making a sound, but the way the young woman reacted you'd think I'd dropped out of the trees with a war-cry.

Now the sensible thing for her to do would have been to calmly pick up her bikini and put it on or just pick up her towel and wrap it around her. Either way she would have been covered and end of story. So what did she do?

She gave a squawk and crouched down, wrapping her arms around herself, giving me a terrified look. It seemed as though she was trying to hide behind herself but couldn't quite figure out how to do it. And I was just sitting there, leaning against a tree. A more non-threatening stance you could not imagine. 

Her mouth was moving but nothing intelligible was coming from it so, ever the diplomat, I decided to help her out. I heaved myself to my feet and strolled over to where she was crouched, keeping my hands in my pocket. The way she stared up at me I felt like an ogre, ten foot tall and six foot wide, with drooling fangs and clutching claws. 

"Hi," I said. "I'm Peter. What's your name?"

She mumbled something and I sighed.

"Ah, could I have that name again, please. Preferably in English and a little louder."

"Cathy. Go away."

"Cathy Goaway. Odd name. Not that I'm disparaging it. One can't be blamed for their parent's name choices. I'm assuming that Goaway, is your parent's name and not a husband's. You're not wearing a wedding ring I noticed."

"Or anything else, come to think of it."

I finally got a bit of a spark from her. 

"My name is Cathy," she said, and it sounded as though she was gritting her teeth. "The go away part was what I want you to do."

"Ah, my mistake. Don't I feel silly. Um, why are you crouched down like that?"

"Because I haven't any clothes on, you moron."

"No need to be snarky about it. It's not my fault that you don't have any clothes. I was just sitting and minding my own business and you came along and did a strip tease. Why so modest now I'm damned if I know. I didn't ask you to get undressed."

"I didn't see you," she protested. "I was getting changed. I thought this place was private."

"Um, it is. There's just you and me here. If you were just getting changed, why didn't you continue? Why did you stop and crouch down once you were naked. Strange way to act if you ask me."

"No-one is asking you. Will you please just go away?"

"Ah, no, I don't think so. I like looking at you. You might as well stand up, you know. You're not really hiding anything like that and it looks awfully uncomfortable. If you're worried that I'll see you naked just remember that I saw you when you did that nice big stretch. I don't think I missed anything when you did that."

I offered her my hand and, face red and furious, she took it and rose to her feet, promptly moving her hand to try to cover herself.

"You're being very silly you know. Are you worried that I might pounce on you or something?"

"You might think this is funny but men have been known to rape women, you know."

"True, but not normally on a crowded beach when one scream might bring half a dozen people to see what the problem was. And if I was going to start raping women I wouldn't start on some underage virgin who wouldn't know what I was doing."

"I am not underage. Just how young do you think I am? I'm well past eighteen. Do you realise how insulting you are?"

"No. How insulting am I? Most women are pleased to find that men think they're younger than they are. I notice you didn't deny the virgin bit."

"It's none of your business. And will you stop looking at me?"

"No. It would be most impolite for me not to look at the person I'm talking to. Besides, I like looking at you. I'd like it even more if you'd shift your hands. You're blocking all the best bits."

"Will you just go away and let me get dressed?"

"Fair go. I was here first. If you object to being here with me you're free to just walk away. Also, I'm not stopping you getting dressed. That's your own choice. I think you like standing naked in front of a man. You're just sounding off to try to cover up that giddy feel it gives you."

She went even redder and spluttered a denial, furious that I should imply such a thing. I just nodded and agreed with her. Maybe it was the tone of voice I used but my agreement just seemed to make her angrier. 

"I'll tell you what I'll do," I said taking hold of her wrists and firmly moving her arms down to her sides. "I'll take a proper look at you and then you'll have no reason to worry that I might see you. You'll be able to relax and get dressed."

"Uh," I said holding up a finger in warning. I'd let go her wrists as soon as her hands were by her sides and she'd gone to move her hands back to cover herself. She stopped at my little word of warning.

"If you dare to try to touch me I'll, I'll. . ."

"Give me a break," I said. "Just because a man touches a woman it doesn't mean he's going to rape her. Hell's bells, to hear some people talk if a woman doesn't give a man permission in writing, witnessed by at least three other people, then any sex between them is rape. Some women like to be persuaded. That doesn't make it rape.

Anyway, if you don't want me touching you, you shouldn't be pointing at me."

"What do you mean, pointing at you?"

The tip of my finger casually flicked a nipple, a nipple that was nice and erect. She shied away as though I'd lunged at her.

"You, you, how dare you. . ."

"Hey, you were asking," I told her. "It's not my fault. Anyway, you have lovely breasts. The only thing that surprises me is that I only touched the tip of one. My preference would be to cup them both and taste them. Like this."

This time I cupped both her breasts, thumbs gently rubbing across her nipples. Oddly enough, instead of shying away she just stood there, looking down at my hands.

"You can't. . ." she swallowed and tried again. "You can't. . ."

I'm not sure what I couldn't, because I was too busy leaning forward to get that taste. She can't really claim I was holding her because my hands were under her breasts, steadying them while I first kissed and then tasted them. I sucked lightly on her nipples, rasping my teeth across them and rolling them around with my tongue. Finally I lifted my head and looked at her.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you were saying something?"

She looked down at her breasts where her nipples were prominent. They were also both wet and red. Then her eyes swivelled back to my face. She spluttered a bit but didn't seem to know what to say, finally settling for a heartfelt, "How dare you?" 

"Very easily," I told her. "You have lovely breasts. In fact, you're pretty gorgeous all over."

My hands dropped away from her breasts, travelling down her body, coming together to glide over her mons. At least, that's what I wanted them to do. She had other ideas.

"No," she squeaked with a gasp, her hands beating mine to the target. "You can't do that." 

"Yeah, I can," I said softly. "I can do even more than that. I think I'll lie you down, touch you some more, and then show you what it's like to not be a virgin. Have you ever wondered what it would be like when a man's cock finally penetrated you? After today you won't need to wonder. You'll be able to close your eyes and dreamily remember."

"Are you going to rape me? You can't do that. I'll scream."

"What's this obsession you have with rape? No, I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to arouse you and then have sex with you. Don't worry about it. You'll be perfectly willing before I take you. Come on, let's sit down for a moment."

Bending I picked up her towel, flicked it open and laid it on the ground. Taking her hand I sank down onto my knees, pulling lightly on her arm, smiling nicely as she sat on the towel.

"You are an arrogant oaf," she stated with great sincerity. "What makes you think that I'm going to allow you to even touch me?"

How about because you're sitting on the towel next to me? How about the fact that you didn't back away when I caressed and kissed your breasts? How about the fact that you're still naked, having made no attempt to cover yourself? No hurried donning of your bikini. No wrapping the towel around yourself. You're curious and feel that you can claim I forced you and it won't be your fault.

I might have thought that but I was certainly not dumb enough to say it.

"It's my winsome charm," I said with a smile. "As long as I don't try to compel you to do anything you feel that you're safe. And you are. I would never force myself on a woman. Now, if you don't mind, I really want to taste you again."

With that I had a hand on her back and my mouth on her breast, muzzling it and kissing it. A hand on her tummy helped as well, and I had her lying on her back quite quickly. That's when the hand on her tummy went drifting down. 

She gave a small start and an immediate protest when my hand closed over her mound. I gave a little sigh and removed it.

"OK," I said. "I can understand you not wanting me to touch you there so I'll make a deal with you."

I stripped off my swimming shorts, leaving me as naked as her, but with my genitals a bit more flamboyantly displayed. 

"How about I let you touch me while I touch you," I offered, moving her hand over to my erection.

Her face flamed and she was willing to look anywhere except where her hand was pressed against my cock. I squeezed her hand slightly, encouraging it to close, and while she was distracted my hand sought out her mons, gliding over it and pressing against her lips.

She started protesting again but, as she seemed to be unwilling to relinquish her prize, her protests seemed to lack that authentic sound, so I ignored them. I rubbed up and down her mound. I rubbed back and forth across it, dragging her lips apart and then letting them close again. It wasn't long and her lips were pursing and parting of their own accord, her inner lips swelling and making their presence known.

Seeing that her inner lips were now on show it would have been rude of me to ignore them. I slipped a couple of fingers between them, dipping into her, hearing her give a shocked squeak. She also shut up after that, her litany of protests drying up. I almost gave a shocked squeak, too, which would have been very unmanly, but her hold on my cock tightened quite dramatically for a moment or two.

She was twisting about under my touch, wanting more but not knowing how to get it. She almost lost it when I nipped down on a nipple while at the same time brushing the area around her clitoris. She sort of gave a little spasm and for a moment I thought she might actually climax.

"Do you want something more?" I asked gently, and she gave me a small nod, wanting something.

I extracted my poor battered cock from her grasp, hoping he was still up to the task ahead. Her legs were already nicely parted and I eased in between them, my cock hovering there, resting lightly against her pussy. I eased her lips apart and slipped the head of my cock between them, just resting there, pressing lightly. 

She was looking down at me, and gulped slightly, her nerves making her tremble. 

"It's OK," I murmured. "Slow and easy does it. You'll pick it up in no time. Just press gently up against me."

I pressed slightly harder, my cock starting its journey. I could feel her pressing against me, taking me. There was a slight hitch to the smooth entry and I could hear her give a wounded gasp, but my cock was still advancing and she still wanted more.

I slid smoothly into position, my cock sinking in deep, and she was pushing hard against me, wanting to keep it where it was. I let her stay like that for a while, pressing against me, and then I started to move.

I pulled back just a little before returning, but this time coming in faster than the initial entry. She gasped, and gasped again when I repeated the effort, but the second time found her pushing up to meet me when I returned. So did the third, and now she was giving tongue, making funny little sounds as she strove to take me deeper.

She was hot and wet, tight and eager, and it was a real battle for me to restrain myself. I managed somehow, taking her along slowly, letting her arousal and excitement build by increments, not trying to force the pace. Slowly but surely the tempo increased, and she was with me every step of the way. 

Her legs were wrapped around me and her hands were clutching at my shoulders, trying to hold me to her, while I bucked on top of her, driving in hard now and feeling her responding, pushing up eagerly, wanting me.

She was trying to tell me something as we came together, but her voice was incoherent. All that was coming through was the pleading and wanting in her tone. I did my best to answer that unspoken plea, assuage that unspoken want. I drove in hard and fast, hands on her breasts, mouth covering her face and throat with little kisses as we moved, lifting her higher with every thrust.

She took me by surprise when she suddenly climaxed. I thought I had more time, but no, she was gasping and shaking, her body clinging to my cock, squeezing me, demanding I finish. Actually, I was quite happy to do so. I just let rip, squirting into her, letting her have everything I had.

Afterwards I lay back, relaxed and sated, watching her. She seemed rather stunned by the whole performance. She finally sat up and looked at me, then shook her head. I don't know what she was thinking but she scrabbled around for her bikini and put it on. When she finally stood up she seemed a trifle wobbly but she lifted her head and straightened her back. 

She gave me one last look and then headed through the trees towards the beach. She didn't say even one word to me from the time we finished until she was gone. She did leave me with the impression that she had a very smug look on her face. I would almost call it a mission accomplished look, but that would be silly. It's not as though she could have planned what happened, now is it.



Watching Her



He had been watching her for some time, from the upstairs window of his flat. She had paraded time after time in front of the full length window of her apartment in various states of undress. Although these voyeuristic experiences had been many and varied the most memorable for him was when after a bath she let her black towel slip from where it was joined over her chest, unveiling her smooth ivory skin glistening with water. Perspiring with excitement he had caught sight of her gorgeously rounded even whiter peach-like bum cheeks. She never pulled the curtains and rarely let him down, there was always something, however fleeting, that was on display, seemingly just for him.

He could not say with any degree of certainty that she knew that his eyes were on her, that she even knew of his presence: bizarre that someone who brought him so much pleasure did not even know that he existed. Although certain clues had led him to believe that she knew he was there, with pupils dilated and moist lips devoted to the pleasure of watching her dress or undress, parade around, comb her long golden hair or apply her make up. Sometimes she would return late at night and arrogantly or even aggressively rip her clothes off in front of him, not knowing of the effect she was having on someone so close, and yet so far away. 

She clearly lived with a man, he had seen him a few times, but this man didn’t seem to be around very much, and the conclusion that Chas came to was that he was either unaware or approving of her activities. He liked to think it was the former that she was expressing independence from this boyfriend or partner or whatever he was, that she longed to be possessed by her unknown peeping neighbour, to have his eyes all over her. However there was no way to know if this was just wishful thinking and not wanting to be caught if this was the case he had concocted strategically placed mirrors, so that there were several positions that he could sit in order to catch the show. He sometimes wondered whether the show was for just for her own benefit, for his too or even for any or all spectators that there happened to be in the neighbourhood.

One morning he was taken quite by surprise when waking up late after a heavy Friday night, dressing gown not yet done up, he went to pull up the blind and open the window to let the bad air of the previous night out. Her eyes caught his for just a slither of a second before they seemed to travel down his torso towards his muscular legs not moving beyond his flaccid, but none the less impressive, cock. Not wishing to disturb this serene moment but also wanting his action of standing there on full display to look credible, he pretended to fumble with the window latch trying to watch her out of the corner of his eye. As he glanced more properly she seemed to sneer and turn away. He was glad however that he continued to observe because now with her back to him, she released the towel from her slim, lithe body, once again revealing her perfect bum and this time something new; the perfect arc shape that separated her thighs, something that for him was an instant turn on. He had barely had time to focus on this splendid sight however before she had once again disappeared from view coming back some minutes later in a sexy little black basque. For the first time he actually had the feeling that this display was purely for him and was glad as well as excited that he had repaid the favour that she had been providing for him ever since he first set eyes on her several weeks previously.

Other things in his life took on minimal significance. Work was something he had always been able to complete with minimal effort and none of the strings of women in his life held more than a passing interest. Usually only when coming out of a pub or a club, head full of alcohol or other such intoxicants did they arouse much interest for him - he considered they all wanted one thing: some fleeting pleasure followed by commitments and hassle. He wasn’t too sure what he wanted in his life, but he sure as hell knew it wasn’t that. Since the emergence of this woman opposite, being at home in the evenings had taken on a new significance. In fact it would be true to say that she had given him a kind of schedule and his going out or rushing back from work depended on her. He had learnt the time she left for work and the time she returned home it varied but on a day to day basis was fairly predictable. She made it abundantly clear when she was leaving as she always slipped on her coat on - an expensive looking red and black skiing jacket. 

He knew so much about her without really knowing anything, he knew roughly the time she got up at the weekends: mid to late morning, roughly the times and days she went out in the evening. He knew her body, although observed from quite some way away, and yet, bar the jacket, he could probably not even recognise her. He particularly liked observing her while she was preparing to go out as she would try on a variety of garments including different colours and styles of underwear, bras and stockings and, spookily, she seemed to settle for the items that he considered made her look best. He loved seeing her parade around totally uninhibited in just bra and panties, long hair piled up on her head with her cute glasses on. She looked to him like a highly sexed intellectual princess who spent the majority of her leisure time pampering herself and her body - she was his perfect woman!

All this time on his own had made some of Chas’ friends a bit concerned about him and so they had arranged him a blind date. Very nice too Valice turned out to be and by the end of the evening she had perched herself on his lap wriggling up and down in her tight jeans obviously stimulating her clitoris in the process. However tempted he was at the thought of some good old fashioned instant sex, he had made the decision that it would be in everyone’s best interests if he was to put her off until the following evening as it was now getting late and he was convinced that she would soon be home. And so, with the proposal of dinner at his flat and a quick kiss and the merest suggestion of a fondle, Chas left Valice and his friends for home to plot for the following evening. He had decided that although this voyeuristic pleasure was still very important to him a kind of stalemate had been reached between him and the mysterious girl in the flat opposite. The ‘relationship’, if so it could be called, was going nowhere and something had to be done about it.

Valice looked delicious when she turned up the following evening. She had ditched the tight, bum-hugging jeans of the previous evening, in favour of an elegant dark red dress. They settled down to a Italian meal and a bottle of deep and intoxicating red, and despite the fact that her English was not that good they had an interesting conversation, so interesting in fact that Chas had nearly forgotten all about his dream girl opposite. He quickly went to check what the situation was and just as he did so, the light opposite told him that she had just arrived home. She grabbed the towel that was on the window sill and he saw the light in the room that was obviously the bathroom come on and said silently to himself you’ve got no idea of the show I ‘m going to put on for you tonight’. If she was true to form he knew that he had fifteen to twenty minutes before she would emerge and the show could begin. He had to move fast!

Sensing the mood of his date he came up behind Valice, and taking her long brown hair in his hand swept it over to the other side and began kissing and caressing her neck unzipping the top part of her dress so he could place butterfly kisses down her upper back. Her skin went goosepimply in anticipation; he sensed that his delaying tactic from the previous night would work in his favour. She had detached her right hand from the glass of wine and slid it behind her so that she could grasp his arse through his trousers. Her hand carried on under and up and began to caress his rapidly hardening member. Ordinarily he would have liked to stay where they were and pleasure this beautiful young girls’ body more on the solid oak table but time did not permit. He did however allow himself the thought of what he would do to her. He would get her to mount the table on her knees and strip her piece by piece and then apply whatever he found on the table, perhaps fresh cream might best compliment her soaking labia, perhaps he would run an unripe strawberry up and down her very ripe, very moist lips and then get ready to sample the delights of her dessert. He would progress from lapping her hard clit to lash at her soaking hole and finally his tongue would caress her stretched anal muscles, bringing moans of ecstasy…

He pulled himself together realising that they were running out of time and that the show had to commence very shortly. He noticed that while he had been daydreaming his thumbs had clasped onto Valice’s hard nipples and had been tweaking them forcefully; also his cock had bloated to the extent that it was painful for him to keep it inside his pants. Valice looked up at him with lust in her eyes and standing up a little tipsily took his hand and began to lead him towards the ground floor bedroom adjacent to the kitchen. This was no good at all! Although, the view of her flat was if anything a little better from that room, the view was no good for her, She would not be able to see them, to see him perform! With this uppermost in his mind he flicked his head to motion upstairs to his date and added much bigger bed with a smile, to which she assented with a moan and a giggle.

He couldn’t believe his luck when they got upstairs, she was quite clearly in the process of finishing her shower and none of the lights at the back of the other flats in the immediate area had there lights on, he had been going to do it anyway but felt much better that the performance was going to be just for her eyes only. Perfect he murmured responding to the situation, but which Valice took to be a compliment as she slipped out of her slinky dress and presented herself to him in very sexy sunflower yellow underwear, black stockings and her high heels which made her appear just a few centimetres shorter than him.

Luckily Valice was only interested in one thing and so she did not even look at the room as she entered but instead pulled off the remainder of his clothing and sank to her knees, just at that very moment he noticed his friend return after her shower. Bliss he just loved perfect timing…

His heart was beating fast and with his date on her knees drooling backwards and forwards over his bloated cock, he turned her slightly so she could get a better view. He felt like a king proudly standing fully erect with his horny little slave girl salivating over his veiny pole. He checked quickly out of the side of his eye. Joy of joys she was watching, more than that she seemed to be drinking in the sight. He gasped deeply and profoundly, his date took this as approval and continued her accomplished performance. 

She was in her black silk bathrobe and opened it and began to massage her breasts. Chas was in seventh heaven and wondered if he could hold on for much longer when she put a finger up as if to indicate that he should wait for her for a while. She returned presently in seemingly no particular rush with what looked like a long, cool drink in her hand. Dipping her finger into the liquid she traced it down to her pert, erect nipples and down further across her firm stomach down to her golden (and delicious!) triangle. She began to masturbate whilst watching Valice, Chas’ date, suck hard on his fat, nine inch long, engorged member. At first her masturbation was erotic yet gentle but slowly as the excitement increased it became more frenzied, he could just make out that she was plunging her figures, first one then two and finally four up her exquisite pussy. He noticed that she was sucking the juice off her fingers to. He imagined the taste of her exquisite honey pot and in doing so his cock hardened to almost bursting point. 

His lips were now drooling and without taking his eyes off her, deftly unclasped his date’s exquisite lips from his prick. He pulled Valice up to his level by placing a delicate hand under her chin and tongue kissed her deeply but briefly. Chas then turned his date around so that she was slightly away from the window. Valice in her state of ecstasy was still unaware of the real object of his passions. He was giving her a performance she would never forget.

By this time she had dropped all pretence and for the first time ever Chas felt was now no longer merely teasing him. She was completely naked, bar her high heels, frigging herself mercilessly, seemingly a few inches away from the window. She seemed to be just seconds away from coming and as the window was beginning to steam up Chas realised it wouldn’t be a good idea to hold on much longer either. With his date in front of him; torso fully bent over, legs at full stretch and wide apart, Valice was a beautiful sight but not one he could content himself with solely. So, whilst burying his tongue deep into her fruit he maintained an eye on the real object of his passions or obsession as she could even be called. 

Valice’s pussy tasted so sweet but her groans told him that regardless of how long and skilled his tongue was, what she really needed was his cock. Chas once again paraded his meat in front of her whilst spanking his date’s cute arse, first with the palm of his hand and then with his massive member, before finally plunging it deep between her wet pussy lips. Valice screamed for him to fuck her, engaging in the sort of language that one would not expect a relatively unaccomplished foreign student of English to produce. Whilst hearing this torrent of horny imperatives Chas noticed that just a few metres away she had assumed the dirtiest, most beautiful position he had ever seen. She was bucking and writhing, her bountiful hair being thrown back and forth, arse positioned on what could only be the dining room table: her legs were up in the air at a 120 degree angle. Her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy at a speed so fast the movement seemed blurred. She was clearly about to come, as too was he ‘I’m gonna come you gorgeous bitch’ Chas announced much more loudly than it needed to be ‘oh yea…me too baby’ Valice groaned mistakenly but unsurprisingly believing that he was talking to her. 

He wrenched his cock out of her stretched slit and started to shoot his thick white cum over her arse cheeks indeed some shot into the beautiful chocolate wings of her bum hole. Suddenly whilst twisting his head and thus his body to watch his loved one’s sublime simultaneous orgasm in the flat across the way, he accidentally shot the remainder of his load over the window. Streaks off come sprayed the window but luckily did not obscure his view of his loved one. He could clearly make out that she was licking clean her window in a very excited fashion with her tongue.

Chas collapsed on top of his date and they laughed about him coming over the window, I am hoping no-one saw it, Valice added much to Chas’s amusement. For a brief Chas thought about getting his date to lick the window clean which she would willingly have done but had a feeling that he might get rumbled at this late stage. Chas feeling extremely satisfied, but still horny, took advantage of the fact that Valice worshipped him and that her boyfriend would not be back till the next day by fulfilling some of the earlier ideas he had had about fucking her on the kitchen table. This time Chas employed what he found to hand, which was, initially, a cucumber and later, when she was sufficiently stretched, a courgette. He double fucked her, using these vegetables to pound her pussy while his K Y covered prick, at first tentatively and then more urgently, pounded her arse. He came in torrents, initially deep inside her arse and finally over her face and lips. Valice licked and slurped with joy, grinning and giggling whilst swallowing huge amounts of his stringy white juice. 

After an equally naughty shower and a few hours sleep Valice slipped off to meet her boyfriend at Victoria Coach station. After showing her out, pinching her bum and complimenting her that she had fucked and sucked ‘like a trooper’ Chas noticed a folded note which read:

WOW!

IOU 1 

(OR EVEN 2) 

KEEP YOUR EYE’S PEELED!!! 

U KNOW WHO

PS I’d like to be your window cleaner!

He immediately went upstairs but she was nowhere to be seen. He was about to get into the shower for a contemplative wank, when he noticed the time. ‘Shit!’ he exclaimed, I’m going to be late for work again!

TO BE CONTINUED...



Watching Her



I came home from work dead tired. A week's worth of 12-hour days had me beat and thinking of nothing but a cold beer and cuddling on the couch with my woman watching a little TV. She met me at the door and I could tell by the way her eyes were shining that she had different ideas for the night. One look at me though and she knew she would have to wait.

Taking me by the hand, she led me to the couch and pushed down into its soft cushions. She walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and I heard the soft hiss of a beer being opened. Handing me the beer, she crawled onto the couch and pressed her body against me. Her scent and the way her nipples popped through the material of the thin tank top made me forget my aching body and focused my thoughts on her curves and the way her that body fit against mine. I ran a hand down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. She gazed at me with glowing blue eyes before kissing me softly and gentling laying me down on the couch. She lay her head on my chest and wiggled her body tight against me as she flicked on the TV. I laid my head down on the arm of the couch and closed my eyes for a second...

Only to wake up suddenly in a darken room. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. Then, it all came back. I had fallen asleep on the couch. She had left me slumbering peacefully and went to bed by herself.

Shaking my groggy head, I started down the hallway to the bedroom. I noticed the glow of the lava lamp lighting the way. I wonder, briefly, why she had left it on when I heard a sound I knew well. The soft sigh of her contentment reached my ears and I wondered if she was rolling over, dreaming of me in her sleep. The bedroom door was only open little bit and as my hand reached to push it open, I stopped, frozen in my tracks at the sight displayed on the bed.

She was laying on her back, legs spread slightly, with both hands fondling her perfect breasts. The soft red light from the lava lamp covered her like a velvet glow, coloring her flesh with the color much like the dusty pink between her thighs. I could just make out her sweet rose peaking from between her thighs, her nectar glistening on her lips. My cock twitched in my pants at the sight of her running her hands over her breasts.

She was gripping them softly, tweaking her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly as she twisted her harden nipples and arched her back gracefully, filling her hands with her tits. Another moan escaped her lips as she tweaked first the right, then the left nipple, giving them the attention I wanted to give. She was lost in the sensations her hands were giving her and I loved the sight of her.

A soft sigh spilled from her lips as her right hand slide down her ribcage, over her belly and between her legs. She arched her hips, grinding her pussy into the palm of her hand. As she spread her sensual lips, she brought her index finger up between them to massage her swelling clit. Dipping down into her portal, she spread her nectar over her lips and swollen bud. She started rubbing her pussy with her right hand as she fondled her tits with her left, first pulling on a nipple then grabbing all of her tit and flexing her hand rhythmically.

I wanted so much to crawl in bed with her and put my tongue where her hand was playing but this was a secret fansty of mine. To watch a woman pleasure herself when she thought she was along. Watch the way she worked herself into frenzy using her thoughts and hands to ignite the flames inside. So I watch, one hand stroking my cock through my pants. My breath was as ragged as her was becoming.

Now, she had both hands back to fondling her tits. Squeezing them together. Pulling at the nipples making them harder then before. She was moaning and sighing constantly now. Her lips had the sexy pout I loved seeing on them. I wanted to kiss those lips, tasting her passion but I was rooted to the spot waiting to see the climax I knew was to come.

She stopped massaging her tits long enough to reach up and grab the vibrator we had hidden in the headboard. The gentle buzz filled the room as she swept it over her nether lips, coating it with her juices. She arched again as it slide over her swollen clit and her hips twitched as she worked it down between her soaked lips. She teased her opening before running over her petals. Her left hand stopped working her breasts and reached to hold her lips apart. I could see she was totally soaked from the attention she was giving herself.

Her hand held her perfect petals apart as she slide the vibrator down from her clit, dipped into her cunt and back up to work her clit. Her hips jerked every time the head hit her sweet spot and she held it there while she thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. She worked those two fingers, slamming them into herself faster and faster before pulling them out and replacing them with the vibe. A moan tore from her lips she slide every inch of that tool deep inside. My cock jerked, remembering the tightness of her wet cave gripping my shaft.

I watched the vibe disappear between her swollen lips then reappear slick with her honey. She would slip it in, twist it around, rubbing it against her sensitive flesh deep inside. All the while her other hand flicked across her delicate spot poking from the top of her cunt. Her thighs started twitching and the flush spread across the top of her tits and I knew she was close.

I wanted her orgasm as much as she did. I loved watching her cum, hearing the moans spill from her lips, the way her juices squirted from her honey pot. I waited, breath held as she climbed higher and higher on the shaft of the tool deep inside her cunt. I watched her hips move, her nipples harden by themselves and the spasms rippling her tummy.

Suddenly, she was there. Heaven. A scream tore from her lips as her golden fluid shot from her cunt. She held herself rigid, impaled as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. Her hand franticly squeezing her clit as her thighs twitched together once, twice, three times and her body jerked with the spasms of the orgasm.

I stood there watching as she slowly came back to herself. She was so beautiful and sexy I didn't want to interrupt even though I wanted nothing more to then to gather her in my arms and hold her close as she flouted back down to earth. Her glowing neon eyes finally opened and spied me standing, watching her. She smiled slyly, held out her arms and I got my wish.



Watching Her



I knew that what I was about to do was wrong, very wrong, but there was no way that I could stop myself. I had just stopped by to say hi and get a hug if she was willing to give it. She had just recently broken off our relationship that had been ongoing for the last two years. This was the second time that she had done this. I rag the bell, but there was no answer. She must have stopped some where on her way home from work. She was usually here by this time. I don't know why I did it, as there was no reason to suspect that the door was unlocked, but when I the knob it opened. What the Hell! I had come this far, why not go ahead. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Now what do I do? I was sure that she would be home shortly and to be caught inside..... 

Still I stayed, figuring that I could come up with some kind of fabricated explanation as to why I was in her house. I walked down the hall to her bedroom, I could smell her fragrance as I entered. It wasn't like I had never been here before . I had been here many times with her. We had made love on the carpet, the chair, settee and most often and recently on the bed, almost everywhere in this room. I looked around trying to decide what to do. 

I walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer, Tops and Blouses. Next drawer, socks. Next drawer, reveled the attention of my quest. pay dirt, panties and hose. I put my had in to feel the silky softness of each. I felt my manhood begin to become aroused. I lowered my zipper and out my hardening member. I selected a pair of satin black panties and caressed my cock with them. The thought of her and feel of that silky material caused my cock to stiffen even more. I stood there stroking myself and thinking of the times that we had had sex in this room. 

I was lost in space somewhere when I heard a noise that deflated my dick immediately. It was the front door! Shit, she was home! Busted! But not yet. Quickly I stuffed the panties back in the drawer, closed it and moved across the room to the floor length drapes the covered the sliding glass door that gave access to the patio outside and stepped behind them. This seemed stupid, but I didn't know where else to go and if I were lucky she wouldn't see me. I could hear her walk into the kitchen and put her purse and lunch box down. I then heard her come down the hall to the bedroom. I watched her cross the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. From my position behind the drapes that hid me I could see her clearly. Facing me she raised her skirt and slip and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panty hose and slid them down. Hot damn, no panties! For a brief moment I could see her exposed pubic mound sparsely covered with a downy light colored Bush. There was just the slightest hint of her bare pussy lips showing below the sparse bush. So enticing. What a beautiful sight. Next she pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned it and removed it, lying it on the bathroom vanity counter. She reached around behind her and unclasped her bra, and let it fall forward exposing her beautiful magnificent breasts to my view. Full and supple, pert and round, tipped with sensuously succulent raspberry nipples.

The memory of what they had felt like in times past haunted me. They were absolutely perfect. I couldn't believe the wonderful sight that I was seeing and as yet undetected. She gave no appearance that she was aware of my presence. She picked up her blouse from the vanity counter and slipped it back on covering those beautiful breasts and buttoned it up. Turning toward the mirror she quickly inspected herself, approved turned and left the room. God, was my dick stiff. The bulge in my pants was unbearable.

OK, what was I to now? I could hear her in the kitchen. It sounded like she was fixing something to eat, her dinner. I stepped from behind the drape that was concealing me and walked over and set down on the edge of the bed waiting. For what I do not know as I had no plan what so ever. I must have sat there for at least an hour as I listened to her prepare her meal, eat it and then clean up her dishes and put them away. When I thought she was finished I again slipped behind the drapes still hoping that that I would go undetected. She returned to bedroom and then to the bathroom. From my position I had an unobstructed view of her as she undressed and prepared for her shower. She unfastened the skirt and let it fall and stepped out of it. Next she removed her blouse and let it fall on top of the skirt. She bent over to pick up the discarded cloths and deposited them in the cloths hamper. 

Standing there, completely nude before my gaze, my god what a sight, almost more than I could endure. I am sure that my stiff cock was not only tenting my pants. but was also tenting the drapes that I was hiding behind. I also feared that my heavy breathing and pounding heart were audible to her and give me away. She opened the glass door to the shower and turned on and adjusted the water. She entered the shower and wet her self thoroughly under the shower head. She squirted some shampoo into her hand and began washing her hair. With her arms upraised her breasts were in full view. Stand out from her chest like two soft melons ready to suckled. She rinsed the shampoo from her hair and the rivulets of soap and water ran down over breasts and nipples. God, what a sight, I wanted to touch them, caress them, to put mouth on them and suck her nipples until they were erect and hard. She then soaped the wash cloth and began cleansing her body. Starting at her face, neck, arms torso and legs. She moved back up to her breasts and with tender sircular motions cleansed those magnificent globes and nipples. I could see her nipples begin to hardened become erect with the stimulation of the wash cloth against them. As

her nipples swelled so did my cock, which was by this time very erect and swollen to the point that was extremely uncomfortable. How I wished that I were the one washing those beautiful breasts of hers with my mouth and tongue.

After resoaping the washcloth she moved lower with it washing her underarms, stomach, and thighs. She moved to her pubic mound with its soft covering of down and rubbed it with the soapy cloth. Next she lowered the cloth to her sex and began washing it. Gently, but with some firmness. She dropped the cloth to the shower floor and rubbed the lips of her pussy with her fingers. Starting at the bottom and working her way up. I could see the lips of her pussy on each side of her fingers. She rubbed her pussy lips until she her finger tips were in direct contact with her clit. She then began rubbing her clit. This went on for a few minutes, not so much as to reach an orgasm, which I am sure was not far off, but to just feel the warm stimulation and enjoy that feeling. I was so turned on that I was almost tempted to bolt from behind the drape, run across the room and grab her. 

Difficult as it was I restrained myself. The bulge in my pants had become unbearably painful. I was in need of release soon. I stroked my cock through my pants as I watched this incredible sight. She continued massaging her pussy lips and clit supporting herself with one hand against the shower wall. She spread her legs slightly to gain better access and for me a better view. Every now and then I would see her slip one or two fingers inside her pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes, so natural an act and so pleasing for both of us. 

She continued the massage her pussy until I saw her legs stiffer, her back arch, and heard a small moan from her lips. Not an earth shaking orgasm , but a good on none the less. She actually had an orgasm in the shower while I watched, unreal. Never in my wildest fantasies or when we were together had I imagined a sight so erotic and so stimulating. By this time I was very close to coming in my pants, but fear of her hearing me and making a major mess in my pants somehow prevented it from happening. Once clean and satisfied she rinsed her whole body under the shower, turned off the water and stepped out. Taking a towel she thoroughly dried herself . 

Once dry she turned herself to the mirror for a little self-examination, as she turned and looked at herself in the mirror the full effect of her physical beauty hit me. How did I ever let this one get away? She stepped into the open closet to retrieve her night gown. A long black satin negligee with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that revealed affair amount of the tops of her breasts and even more cleavage. Absolutely beautiful! She turned and left the bedroom. And went toward the kitchen. I was not sure how long she would be out of the room, this had to be my only chance for escape with out being caught. I opened the sliding glass door that led to the patio as quietly as I could and slipped out. I slid the door closed, went around the side of the house across the neighbors lawn to my truck parked at the curb. I got in started the truck, pulled away from the curb and started down the hill to the main boulevard. My hardon raging and trying to decide how I was gong to get relief. 

My cell phone rang, "Hello." 

It Was her, "Did you like the show?" 

Shocked I answered, "Yes, I most certainly did!" 

"Well turn around and get back here, I'm not finished and there is more to cum." 

I couldn't turn around fast enough.

There is a little Voyeur and Exhibitionist in all of us, hope you enjoyed.



Watching Her



Katie and Jeff went to the restaurant albeit in separate cars and tried to be as secretive as possible in regards to their exploits. It was difficult for Jeff considering that he had a shit eating grin most of the time due to the fun he had with Katie and her roommate a few days earlier. As they sat at the table with the VP Katie worked for and the President of the firm, the topics were more geared toward Jeff's numbers as well as ideas on where the other three yes men in attendance were headed. Dinner was a two hour affair and by the time the President pulled out his black Amex card, everyone at the table was relatively stuffed and ready to head out. As Jeff followed, he received a text on his cell. A brief moment later while the big executives went to the washroom, Jeff was checking his phone and noticing that Katie sent a message from her Blackberry. 

"The VP wants to share me with the Prez. Wanna watch? Nod if you want to."

This caused Jeff to let loose another shit eating grin as he nodded up and down still looking at his cell. He looked at the two yes men on either side of him and started making polite conversation while Katie typed into her Blackberry. As all four employees escorted the two execs down to their cars, Jeff checked his phone again. There was a new message. 

"He changed his mind. Wants to go to our usual place, follow, but be careful."

Jeff watched as Katie entered into the VP's car and they drove off. Jeff then bade the other two employees his good bye and hurriedly got into his car. Jeff based on an earlier conversation knew where the usual place was. It was a secluded park in Bellevue not far from the restaurant they ate at that night that had different styles of shelters. A short while later, he was parked in a space away from where he saw the VP's car. Not thinking that the VP knew his car, he carefully listened as he got out until he heard the VP moan out loud. This narrowed down where they were. 

He stayed in the brush and moved as carefully as he could til he was close enough to watch Katie's head bobbing up and down on the VP's pole. Katie put her hair up in pigtails and the VP had his hands on them as her mouth moved up and down his dick. Jeff then realized what she meant by him wanting it done quickly. It looked like to him that he was in essence throat fucking her and that she was just there to get him off. Jeff watched for another five minutes before he saw the tell tale signs of her swallowing his load. Then Jeff carefully snuck back to his car to drive off. As he drove back to his house, Jeff received a text from Candy. He pulled over to read her text. 

"Slave girl needs a good fucking tonight, but bf is here. Can she hang with you tonight?"

Jeff texted back that he would be glad to and made it back home in time to pull out a bottle of wine and do a quick check around his apartment to make sure it was relatively clean. He then went into his room and changed out of his formals since there was a little dirt on it from sneaking around that park. As he found a nice pair of jeans to put on, the doorbell rang. He quickly slid the jeans on, ran to the door and opened it. Katie stood there with her pigtails in place still in the pants suit she wore to the dinner. 

Jeff bade her to enter before he closed the door and wrapped his arms around her. The hug was a shock to Katie since she was expecting him to be already pushing her onto her knees so he could fuck her mouth as well. She felt herself melt in his arms before Jeff asked her if she wanted some wine. The gestures were too much for Katie as she felt herself accepting the offer as they walked to the living room. Both sat on the couch as Jeff helped Katie remove her shoes and began to rub her feet. His fingers were lightly rubbing her feet before she began to giggle. Jeff took the opportunity to tickle her feet more as she begged him to stop. As he placed her feet back on the coffee table, she looked at him. 

"So did you like the show?" Jeff looked at her.

"No." This caught Katie by surprise before Jeff continued. 

"It should have been me and I would have had you naked so I could have fucked you afterwards." Katie looked at him with her eyebrows cocked before she slid closer and planted a kiss on Jeff's lips. He began to return it before his arms wrapped around her and both sets of lips parted. Jeff didn't even notice the tell tale taste of cum on her tongue since it tasted like she gargled with mouthwash before she made it to his apartment. As she slinked on top of him straddling his waist, they continued to kiss like two lovers reunited. Jeff's hands immediately went to Katie's jacket as it fell to the floor behind her. Her hands reached down and began to pull at Jeff's white undershirt and began to pull it up and over his head. The shirt went flying towards the television as they continued to kiss. 

His hands found the buttons to her blouse as he began to unbutton them. She reached down and started to unhook the belt around her slacks before she stood up and allowed her pants to drop. By this time, her blouse was undone and her bra was visible to Jeff. It was a white bra, but it was lacey and Jeff admired the way the cups grasped onto her breasts. He then looked down and saw the familiar NFL logo on her thong. Before Jeff could say a word, Katie already had her arms behind her back to unclasp the bra before dropping it beside them. Her hands began to play with her nipples while Jeff reached in front of him and lowered her underwear til she was completely naked. 

Jeff pulled her back down onto him and started kissing her again as his hands found the cheeks of her ass and grasped them firmly while they kissed. He then rolled over until she was sitting on the couch before his head dove down between her legs and began to lick onto her exposed lips. His tongue was quick to find her spots as she spread her legs apart and watched the way he was licking on her. She thought to herself how much she loved having Jeff's rough style licking her almost as much as Candy's feminine touch. Soon, Jeff was tongue fucking her box and Katie had her hands on his head pushing him into her. Jeff looked up at Katie before he slid a finger inside her to feel her squirm. 

Katie began to beg him to stop, but Jeff continued to work on her pussy as he alternated between his tongue and his finger. It was as if Jeff knew how close Katie was to cumming and he was instinctively attempting to drive her as close as he could before he pulled back again. Jeff then proceeded to slide in two fingers as his tongue began to lick over the right spot before Katie moaned loudly. As she started to climax, her hands found her nipples and pulled on them while Jeff began to lick deeper. 

Jeff rose up and began to pull own his jeans as Katie sat there quietly for a moment. Her recovery time was enough for Jeff to have his dick poised at the entrance to her pussy. He sat there for a second, his dick sliding over her pussy lips before she begged him to fuck her. He slid his dick along her slit a few times before he pushed it in and started slowly torturing her. In her mind, she was struggling to discover why Jeff wasn't being more aggressive. As the full length of his cock slid into place, her thoughts were replaced by pleasure as she moaned loudly. 

The moan was Jeff's music as he continued sliding in, slowly and deeply inside his cock sucking slut. The knowledge that she sucked off the VP as part of her job told him in his mind that she was in need of fucking. He stayed the pace as slow and deliberate as possible. He could see Katie struggling under him to discover a way for him to move faster. In his mind, he was in total control of her as he raised her ankles until they rested on his shoulders before pushing in a little more firmly. 

"Faster, please," she whispered pleadingly. 

Jeff maintained his pace until her started moving faster as he felt the semen churning inside of him. He mentally tried to hold himself off until he saw the right time to explode inside her. Her fingers grabbed where his arms held up his weight and started to lightly scratch as she squirmed before her mouth opened fully and a deep seated cry escaped the chasm of her soul. Only then did Jeff mentally let himself off the hook and a torrent of his essence flooded her sugar walls and the machine came to a slow stop. Jeff leaned down towards beautiful Katie's face and looked at her with a sly smirk before his lips touched hers again as his member slid out of her pussy. 

He rose up after the kiss and walked to where the wine stood neglected. A fresh glass was grabbed as the burgundy thick liquid filled it halfway before being offered to the nude maiden on the couch. She raised herself up and accepted the offering, taking a swig before looking at Jeff who filled his own glass. Her lips opened once without sound before she opened them again. 

"So, where do we go from here?" 

It was a question Jeff was pondering for a while after the initial football game. Before Candy and the Vice President came into the picture, he was curious about the administrative assistant before him who made the bet and changed the wager. A question on his mind, he wasn't sure how to answer until that moment.

"Does it have to be where do we go?"

Katie smiled. She knew all would be well and her way of life was safe.



Watching Her



Steve was glad to be home for a couple of weeks. Being deployed to Afghanistan was not exactly what he wanted to do, but it was part of the job and therefore, unavoidable. In any case, it was good to be home.

Jamie was on her way to take the kids to a birthday party when she got the call...Steve had just landed in the States, and would be home in a couple of hours. They talked briefly on the phone and decided how the rest of the afternoon would play out. She and the boys would pick him up from the airport and make a quick rendezvous to drop off the kids at the birthday party. Steve would take the car home, and Jamie would catch a ride with one of the other moms. Steve could then have a couple of hours to unwind from the four days of travel it took to get home.

Steve pulled the car into the garage and walked into the house, immediately dropped all of the gear he had been traveling with, and headed straight for the bathroom for a long, hot shower. He stripped off his dirty uniform, and turned on the water as hot as it would go. Not remembering what it was like to have hot water, let alone running water, he scalded himself when he got in, and quickly adjusted the temperature to something more reasonable. He must have stayed in the shower for forty-five minutes. It only took him about five to wash; the other twenty-five minutes were spent enjoying the feeling of the warm water flowing over him.

Finished in the shower, Steve threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, went back downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a beer...it had been a while since he had had one of those too. Just as he was savoring the last swallow, the phone rang. It was his wife Jamie, telling him that she would be home shortly with the boys in tow. They spent the rest of the afternoon and getting to know each other again. After six months of being apart-thankfully-not too much had changed.

It was starting to get late, and time for the kids to head off to bed so Steve and Jamie could have some "mommy and daddy time". "We don't wanna go to bed daddy, we missed you!" the boys complained as they headed up the stairs.

"Don't worry; daddy's going to be home for two weeks... We'll have plenty of time to hang out. I love you, now it's time for bed. Get your jammies on and brush your teeth."

With the kids in bed, Steve and Jamie snuggled together on the couch and watched a little TV. Steve sat in the corner of the couch, and Jamie lay back against him. He put his arm over Jamie's shoulder in a loose embrace. He missed touching her, holding her, just being with her. He could relax with her; she made it easy simply by being there next to him. 

They lay there for an hour or so, neither of them talking. They didn't need to, they only needed to feel the warmth of the other's touch...it was calming...fulfilling. Steve moved his hand up to Jamie's head and began running his fingers through her hair. She has the most beautiful blond hair that he had ever seen on a woman and, as strange as it may sound, he missed her hair...the smell of it, how it tickled his nose when they lay next to each other in bed. As his fingers ran through her hair, Jamie closed her eyes and enjoyed his caresses; she had missed them.

Jamie let out a sigh of contentment, as if letting Steve know that she missed his touch without having to say the words. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asked her.

"Of course."

"You promise you won't tell?"

"Stop that! Who am I going to tell?"

"Did you know that while I was gone, I jacked off in the shower almost every morning?"

"Is that the secret?" Jamie asked with a slight giggle in her voice.

"Nope."

Steve lowered his hand from Jamie's head and began to massage one of her tits through her shirt. Jamie let out a quiet moan and asked, "Then what's the secret?"

"The secret is what I thought about while I was stroking my cock."

"Oh yeah? What did you think about?" The possibilities started to flash through her mind at a high rate of speed. Was it the thought of her sucking his cock until he came in her mouth? Could it be the thought of him fucking her, slamming his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy? If that was it, what position? Doggie-style? Maybe it was the feeling of his cock filling her tiny asshole. The pictures of the potential sex acts flying through her mind were starting to set her cunt on fire, her juices beginning to flow. She rubbed her legs together in an attempt to squelch the flames, only to make her clit pulse harder, forcing the juices from her pussy.

"Watching you."

"What do you mean 'watching me'?" There was a tone of confusion in her voice.

"Watching you play with your pussy. Sometimes I would imagine you rubbing your clit until you came, other times you would use a vibrator or a dildo. Whatever it was, in my fantasy you always came with such intensity, it made me shoot my load almost instantly thinking of you screaming as you came."

"You mean to tell me that you have been gone for six months, you come home, and all you want to do is watch me masturbate?"

"I definitely want to fuck you too...and fuck you hard I might add....but I want to watch you make yourself cum first."

Steve reached over with his other hand and began to massage Jamie's other breast. He could tell that the visions running through her head were starting to drive her mad by the way her nipples were poking through the padding of her bra.

Jamie didn't speak. At that moment, her pussy was aching to be fucked, the feeling made worse by the many possibilities her imagination was offering her libido as to how she would take his cock. She was having a hard time deciding if she should perform as requested, or deny him the fantasy that had kept his dick stiff while they were apart. She chose to give him what he wanted, but there would be a condition.

"OK, I'll let you watch, but there is one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to fuck me any way I want, until I make you stop. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed.

Jamie pointed to the chair across from the couch, "Take off your clothes and sit over there. I'll be back in a minute."

Steve did as he was instructed. Jamie walked out of the living room and headed up stairs to the closet. She reappeared after a few minutes naked, and carrying a small bag. Steve instantly recognized it...it was the bag they kept all the toys in. Jamie sat down on the couch directly across from him, placed the bag on her lap, unzipped it, and searched for the toy that would satisfy her the fastest...she found it. She pulled a long, thin, pink satin bag from her "bag-of-tricks", put the larger bag on the floor, and removed her favorite toy from its satin sheath. The toy hidden inside was a glass dildo that was about as long as Steve's cock, seven and a half inches, but not quite as big around. It may not have had his girth, but it did have something that Steve's member lacked: Covering the length of the shaft were small bumps made of pink tinted glass. Jamie slid her ass to the edge of the couch and put her feet on the coffee table, her legs spread. She set the glass cock on the couch next to her, making sure it was within easy reach. 

As she lay back, she cupped her left breast, squeezed it firmly, and let out a faint moan. With it firmly in her grasp, she slipped two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, making sure they were good and wet. She slowly slid her fingers from her mouth and circled her left nipple, moistening it, making it more sensitive to the breeze coming from the ceiling fan. It instantly became rock hard, causing Jamie to let out another soft moan. She continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples, occasionally pushing her tits together into a mound, and then releasing them, her nipples glistening with saliva.

She moved her hand slowly down her stomach to her mound, pushing her fingers through her trimmed pubic hair. Making a fist, she tugged at her pubic hair and squeezed her left tit at the same time. She moaned again, this time louder than before. She released the tuft of hair and slowly ran her hand back up her stomach, and clutched her tits again with both hands.

It didn't take long for Steve's cock to grow to its full length, and stand rock hard in front of him. Jamie opened her eyes... Catching a glimpse of Steve's hard cock, she smiled and moved her hand back down her stomach, only this time she did not stop at the mound of pubic hair above her shaved pussy. As she her fingers slid between her legs, she spread them, rubbing them on each side of her moist pussy lips. Just as her clit touched her hand, she squeezed her fingers together, trapping her lips and clit between them. As she squeezed, juices escaped her wet hole, and began to drip from her pussy to her asshole. She pulled her hand back up toward her mound, tugging her clit and labia along the way.

The feeling of her fingers gripping sides of her clit sent shivers through her entire body. She moved her fingers back down to her soaking sex-hole and slid two of them inside. Her left hand moved away from its position on her left breast, and slid down her stomach to the mound of blond hair. With two fingers still inside her, she spread her juicy lips with her other hand, fully exposing her clit. Almost simultaneously, the two fingers that were completely immersed in her now dripping pussy withdrew, sliding up to massage her tiny button.

She started slowly, gently at first, circling her clit with her fingers. As she did so, her hips began to rock back and forth, changing the angle of her fingers as they worked her love-button. Her left hand moved around her leg and spread her left ass cheek, exposing her beautiful rosebud. She gently touched her tiny asshole with her middle finger, pressing on it softly; the sensation caused her to gently bite her bottom lip...her hips began to rock faster. 

It was at that moment Jamie knew that just rubbing her clit was not going to satisfy her desires...she needed something to fill her pussy. Remembering the toy beside her, she reached over, grabbed the glass cock, and placed the tip in her mouth. Still ribbing her clit, she slid the nubbed tool into her mouth to moisten it. Removing it, she ran the tip down her chin, down her neck, and over to her right nipple. She circled it with the cold moist glass, arching her back as goose bumps covered her body. Still rubbing her clit, she let out a loud moan. After circling her right nipple, she moved to her left. Next, she dragged the tip of her favorite dildo down her stomach and slowly rubbed the length against her throbbing clit, allowing each bump on the shaft to come in contact, sending shivers through her entire body.

By now, Steve's cock was so hard that the head was a deep read and he was sure that it had stretched to eight inches. He was so consumed with the show in front of him that he didn't realize he had begun to slowly stroke his cock. As Jamie inserted the tip of her favorite toy into her pussy, their eyes met. She smiled at him, and watched him play with his cock as she slowly inched the glass rod into her pussy. With it buried as deep into her wet pussy as it would go, she closed her eyes and arched her back, letting the feeling of the glass cock fucking her pussy consume her.

Jamie slowly slid the glass shaft from her pussy, twisting it slowly as it withdrew. As soon as she felt the last bump leave her warm cunt, she pushed it back in again, twisting it as it reentered her dripping hole. Steve continued to watch the glass dildo slide in and out of her, the sound of her moaning putting him into a kind of sex-crazed trance. He got up from his position in the chair across the room, his cock still in his hand, and went to her to get a closer look. Steve stood next to her and watched as she lay there fucking herself, the dildo now thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt, twisting back and forth, her other hand furiously rubbing her clit. Bending over, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and began flicking it with his tongue.

"I love it when you suck on my tits like that!"

Steve stood back up, still slowly stroking his cock, he squeezed the tit he was sucking on. "Open your mouth. I want to see the head of my dick between your lips."

Jamie turned her head toward him and parted her lips with her tongue. Steve knelt down again and rubbed his shaft across her moist lips, then pushed the head into her mouth. Jamie eagerly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around the tip making, savoring the taste of his salty pre-cum. He continued to jack his shaft as the head of his cock was getting a tongue-lashing, amazed that Jamie could handle so much stimulation at once.

"I'm going to cum soon," he announced.

Jamie turned her head, pulling Steve's cock from her mouth. "Cum on me. I want to feel your hot cum on my tits," she told him.

Her request, combined with watching the glass cock thrust in and out of her pussy, was more than he could handle. Two more strokes of his shaft and his cock erupted, squirting his hot load all over her chest. As soon as the first spurt of cum landed on her tits she cried out, "OH FUCK YES!"

Jamie began thrusting the glass dildo madly in and out of her soaking cunt, her juices running down the crack of her ass. Steve's cum continued to shoot from his cock, landing on her tits. The feeling of the hot cum landing on her was driving her crazy. Suddenly, she thrust the dildo as deep into her pussy as it would go, and clamped her legs shut as if to try to keep it from moving. She arched her back and thrust her head into the back of the couch, her mouth open wide as if gasping for air. A small whimper escaped from her throat and her body began to convulse, the ecstasy taking control. Watching her orgasm in awe, Steve continued to stroke his still rock-hard cock.

Jamie began to relax, her legs falling open again. She slid the long glass toy from her pussy, and made her demand. "I want your cock to fill me now."

Steve did not hesitate. He lifted her leg and positioned himself on his knees in front of her content but still hungry pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock along Jamie's slit, making sure her juices soaked the head. Slowly, he sank the length of his shaft into her wanting pussy. As it filled her, she began squeezing her tits, arching her back, and moaning as if a starving hunger was being satisfied. Once his cock had slid in to the hilt, he began to slowly withdraw it until he could just see the head emerge...when it did, he pushed it back in.

He began to pump his cock into her faster and faster, his hips crashing into her. Suddenly, he stopped, and removed his shaft from her pussy. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Jamie asked, disappointed that the hard flesh shaft she had been craving was taken from her.

"Turn over. I wanna fuck you doggie-style." 

Slightly annoyed, she did as commanded. She turned over, her knees now on the edge of the couch. Steve moved behind her, holding his cock in his hand. Once again, he rubbed the head along the length of her slit to moisten it before inserting it into her juicy cunt. Once more, he slowly pushed his length into her, burying himself in her. Now that his shaft was deep inside her pussy, he took his hands and spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tiny pink knot, giving him a better view of his cock as he removed it from her. Holding her ass with both hands, he began to slide his shaft in and out of her pussy, faster with each stroke. Soon he was slamming his cock into her pussy, his balls slapping against her clit.

Steve must have inserted his throbbing dick into her at just the right angle because Jamie was meeting his thrusts with her own. As he watched his cock disappear into her cunt, he could see that Jamie was trying to hold back her orgasm as he could see her asshole begin to tighten.

"Are you going to cum?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Uh, huh," was all she could muster, the feeling of ecstasy consuming her every thought.

"Do you like my cock slamming into your wet pussy like this?" Again, he knew the answer.

Jamie gave the same answer as before, this time a little louder. "Uh, huh."

The moans of approval made Steve slam his cock harder into her. "OH MY GOD!" Her approval was obvious. "Are you going to cum soon?" she asked.

"No. I want you to cum on my cock first."

Steve's request sent Jamie over the edge, causing her to thrust her hips against his as if to tell him to stop moving...his request was being fulfilled. As the walls of her pussy clamped down on his cock, Steve made one more request. "I want to cum in your mouth."

Jamie stayed where she was for a moment, her body not yet done trembling from her intense orgasm. She pulled away from him, but just as his shaft was about to exit her, she pushed her hips back to his...she wanted to keep his cock inside her. Slowly, she moved back and forth a few more times, enjoying the feeling of Steve's cock filling her.

"That feels good," he told her; she began to move a little faster. "Oh, yeah... Just like that... FUCK! I'm gonna cum!"

Hearing his announcement, Jamie pulled away from him, turned around, and grabbed his cock. Wasting no time, began to lick her juices from the shaft. Satisfied that it was clean, she sucked the head into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around the head while jacking the shaft, twisting her hand with each stroke. Steve pulled her hair to one side so he could watch the head of his cock slide in and out of her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. The sight of his cock in her mouth caused his balls, now cupped in Jamie's other hand, to tighten. 

Feeling his balls tighten and his dick begin to swell, she sucked his shaft deeper into her mouth, sliding it further in and out as if she were trying to milk the cum from his balls. Steve began to move his hips to the rhythm of Jamie sucking his cock.

"OH YEAH...I'm gonna cum!"

Jamie slid his cock back out of her mouth until just the head was inside and began jacking him off even faster than before. It was as if all she wanted was to taste his cum as it squirted from his shaft. She got her wish. Steve's cock began to pulse as streams of hot cum shot into Jamie's mouth; she swallowed it as fast as it came out. Satisfied that she had milked him dry, she removed his dick from her mouth only to find a tiny drop of cum remaining on the head. Still holding his swollen member in her hand, she licked the last drop from the head.

Steve cradled Jamie's face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. "I've missed you," he told her, "I've missed you a lot."

"I've missed you," she told him, "I've missed your cock too."

Jamie got up from the couch, and pulled off the blanket that was resting on the back; she wrapped it around them. They stood there, embracing each other, touching each other, melting in the moment of intense orgasms and the thrill of being with the one they loved. With all of the emotions consuming her, she began to weep.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked her.

"Nothing... I'm just glad to have you home with me, holding me. I love you."

"I love you too."



Watching Her



I sit in the chair at the bottom of our bed and watch her sleep. She is so peaceful. Only occasionally does she snore lightly when her allergies get bad, but not tonight. Tonight she is absolutely quiet and completely out. The kids wore her out today as they do on most days. Sometimes I think I have the easier job. It is an unseasonably warm night, so warm I can't sleep so here I sit in the chair at the bottom of our bed watching her sleep. Little light is in the room and it is hard for me to see anything at all. If I am going to sit here watching her I want to be able to actually see her so I move to the adjacent bathroom and flick on the light. Pulling the door closed I adjust the brightness of the room down to a barely perceptible glow.

It is just enough light to see her lying there. She has kicked off the covers and is lying on her left side, legs tucked up slightly one on top of the other. Her head is lying on her left arm. Her right arm is in front of her chest, her fingers curled into her palm tucked into the space between her breasts. She is wearing her short, white, sleeveless night gown. In this position it does little to cover her wonderful backside. With my eyes I trace the curves of her baby blue panties as they round her cheeks, pull tightly into the crease then disappear between her legs.

I decide I want to see a little better so I step over and push the bathroom door open just a bit more. The door is closer to the bottom of the bed. The increased light doesn't reach her face so I am not concerned about waking her. After my eyes adjust I can see the tiny dark blue flowers that decorate her night gown. I can see her soft brown hair that has fallen across her neck and forehead. I can see her chest raise and fall and she breathes, utterly unaware that she is being watched. As I silently ogle this woman that I love so much I begin to feel a familiar stirring. My right hand slides up from my thigh where it had been resting to my lap, resting on top of my cock. It moves, growing. Giving it a squeeze I begin to get lost in this sensation.

A rustling of the covers as my wife shifts her positions shocks me back to awareness. She has rolled more onto her back. Her right leg remains pulled up, the pad of her foot near the knee of her left leg which has straightened and kicked closer to the side of the bed. Her left arm no longer rests under her head, but has moved into the space near her breasts previously occupied by the other. Her palm is flat, fingers lying on the slope of her right breast; her finger tip very near to her nipple.

Though not overly large, her nipples are very prominent, pointing proudly from the front of her breast. Our kids are a little older now, but she still wears nursing pads pretty much all the time because they always seem to be hard and she doesn't typically like them to be a spectacle to the public. Even in the dim light I can see the one lifting the cloth covering it like a little teepee. Her hand moves, her index and middle fingers now splayed on either side of it as if to frame it for me.

The change in position has caused her night gown to be pulled up practically to the top of her panties. This leaves her mound facing me, her right leg pulled aside leaving her open to my gazes. Her right hand is lying at the top of her panties just below her belly button with her fingers relaxed, slightly curled. As I stare like a peeping tom at my wife's panty covered sex; my hand resumes its exploration of my cock. Almost fully erect, my fingers begin to pull lightly on it through my shorts.

Again, I am interrupted, however, this time by a light moan. I strain to see her face in the dim light. Her lips are parted slightly. The movement of her eyelids indicate she is in a deep sleep, dreaming. Once again, I perceive a soft, sweet sounding moan. I notice her fingers have closed tighter, almost pinching the nipple trapped between them. Her right hand has moved further down atop her panties inching closer to the junction of her thighs. She breathes my name and my heart jumps. She is dreaming about me. Oh, how I wish I could know what I was doing to her in her dream. I am painfully hard now. I want to see more, I want to touch her, but I cannot. If she awoke she may be embarrassed. Why, I m not sure, but I know her. So here I sit in the chair at the bottom of our bed watching my wife react to the pleasures I am giving her in her dreams.

Her hand grasps her breast now which causes a sigh to be released from her lips. Her right hand has dipped lower, her fingers curling into herself. I can see a spot in her panties, darker than the rest. She is so wet. "What am I doing that she is enjoying so much", I mutter quietly to myself? Her eyebrow furrows as she moans again. Even closed her eyes betray her thoughts. She wants more. I can't resist. I don't want to wake her, but I want this to continue so I ease to the foot of the bed. Leaning over her, I ever so gently hook a finger into her panties between her legs and pull them to the side without disturbing her fingers. She reacts to the new sensation and freedom with a moan that almost sends me over the edge. This is real, this is her uninhibited. Her fingers glide through her moisture and find their target. This elicits another sigh.

Her right leg now kicks out, both legs now wide as she continues in her fantasy. Her back arches then drops back to the bed. Lust has taken over me and I have a plan. Positioning myself so I don't lose my balance and fall on top of her I use the finger hooked into her panty and with my free hand pinch the top of them. I am able to peel them down to where her fingers have joined with her bare flesh. Holding my breath I slide them down further forcing her to momentarily break contact. At this I fully expected her to wake up, but much to my delight she does not and I am able to slide them off of her.

My reward is an unhindered vision of this woman, my wife of so many years, whom I still find to be so sexy, enraptured in a vision of us together. Her legs kick further apart. Her fingers have opened herself to my leering eyes. She is wet, very wet.

Nearly trembling, I blindly reach for the bathroom door and push it open a little more. The light from the room reaches up her thighs and caresses her breasts in unison with her fingers. More moans and some nearly inaudible whispers bring my gaze back to her face. She is peaceful and full of lust all at the same time. Her neck strains, her chin reaching for the ceiling as she again quietly sighs through closed lips.

My eyes travel from her chin down across her chest as her left hand grips that luscious mound of flesh, the thumb and index finger having a tight hold on the protruding, rock hard bud. The light reflecting off her rings show me she is moving them only a little, only squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing. I become aware of the moisture in my shorts rubbing against the tip of my cock as I get more and more excited by what I am able to witness.

A little more gutturally she again whispers my name. To have a woman call out your name during sex is in itself tremendous to one's ego, but to have her do it in a dream, seems so much more real to me for she is not in control of what she says or does. My eyes continue to move back down in between her thighs. She is naked and vulnerable, unaware of her audience and the show she is performing. Her excitement and the fingers of her right hand have opened her completely. As I watch, the tip of her index and middle fingers slowly push in between the folds of skin until they are fully inside and lost from my sight. 

Again her chin rises. Again she moans. I don't know how much more I can take of this. My cock is throbbing. I grab it and grip it tightly. With the way I feel, I imagine it would only take a couple strokes to send me over the edge. I force myself to let go because this show isn't over and I want to savior it. My eyes follow her knuckles as the slide up into view, pulling her fingertips behind them then back down, dipping, as they push her fingertips forward back inside herself. Their journey isn't far, only traveling a little more than an inch or two. Her movements, only extensions of her dream, are small. 

My lust is getting the better of me. Rational thought is ceasing to exist. I no longer want to be a mere observer; I want to be a participant. I want to make this woman cum both in her dreams and here and now, however, I cannot just lay myself on top of her and thrust my hard cock where her fingers now roam. I leap to our cabinet and quickly find where we have two toys hidden. One very large, semi realistic, pink one fills her completely would surely awaken her. I quickly choose the other, also pink, but more slender and traditionally shaped one. Fumbling for some lube I rub it as I would love to rub myself right now.

Silently I place myself at the side of the bed looking down in between those beautiful thighs. As calmly as I can at this point I brace myself with my left hand and lean over to aim the tip of the toy at her opening with my right. A moan startles me so much I nearly abandon my quest. I will not be denied and regaining my wits, I place the tip of the toy as close to her without touching her. As her knuckles appear, pulling her fingers out of herself, I slowly push forward, replacing them with the slightly larger toy. 

As it slides into her fully, she moans louder now, her back arches and just misses my head as with her left hand as both arms swing wildly to the sides, her fingers curling into the covers that are pooled under her. Short gasps of breath follow as I guide the toy out her then push the full length of it back in. It only takes three more full strokes and her breath gets caught in her throat. She tightens the death grip she has on the covers as her whole body arches. A loud combination of moan, whimper, and exhalation signal the onslaught of her orgasm. It hits her hard. She flops back to the bed, her chest and stomach shake as each new wave passes. "Oh yes, oh fuck", she cries out. She is normally far too modest to say anything like that. As her orgasm passes she purrs softly and curls into a tight ball and remains quietly and contently asleep. 

With that I grab a towel that had been left on the floor after someone's shower and lay it on the bed next to my wife's beautiful ass. I release my cock from its prison and within moments am enjoying my own monstrous orgasm, shooting time and time again onto the towel. I take a chance and allow just a little to land on her backside. After all this, I don't want to wake her now.



Watching Her



Chapter- 1 (Our beginning)

One of the things I really got off on when I was in high school was watching hot girls and women getting undressed for bed. I even pursued this hobby for a couple years in college. I need to explain what I mean by 'watching'; I was a voyeur, a serious voyeur. I engaged in serious peeping on a lot of girls I grew up with, dated and even girls that I happened to see while at the store or that I saw driving in their cars. I'd follow them when home and come back that later that evening to see if they qualified as a 'prospect'. 

I based a good prospect upon her appearance and also where her bedroom and bathroom windows were located. If the family had a dog that barked or was a nuisance the girl or woman was not a prospect. Similarly, if the blinds or drapes were closed effectively, rendering it impossible for me to 'peep', they were not a prospect. Finally, I preferred a house with poor exterior lighting over a house that had adequate lighting or a noisy neighbor. I didn't want to be silhouetted with my dick in my hand. I knew there wasn't any need to take chances. There were too many girls, women and couples to satisfy my fetish. 

I was good as a voyeur and I never got caught although I had a few close calls. I ran track in high school and I was fast. I ran a respectable 220 yard dash. On one particular occasion I was peeping on a high school graduate with a kick ass body. I was across the street scoping out her house and the adjoining houses when a squad car stopped in the middle of the darkened street. A policeman jumped out of the vehicle and he was carrying a shotgun. That night I ran my fastest mile.

I was always careful and I thought a situation through before I hit a new house. I didn't like fences but if there was no lock that was not a problem. I liked two 'escape routes' and I didn't park my car in the same block I was 'working'. I preferred an alley to a street and heavy vegetation to well-trimmed landscape. I even fed several dogs if the 'subject' appeared to be worth my effort. I saw a lot of exciting things that I found sexually arousing. You'd be surprised what 'nice' girls do at night. I watched girls playing with themselves or another girl and masturbating or couples fucking. I would masturbate while I watched them. Watching a girl or couple gave me a strange sense of power excited me erotically. Finally, I knew it was perverted or sick, but I didn't care.

For some reason, after I married I began to experience similar feelings to those I'd had in high school and later. I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Janet, with another man. I knew a lot of men felt that way and it didn't go anywhere. I believe my feelings were stronger as a result of my little perversion which I'd enjoyed. I had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch a well- endowed man violating my sweet wife. I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she'd become so turned on she wanted it too. I honestly couldn't stop myself and I felt helpless in the face of this overpowering desire, which I knew was terribly wrong. No matter how much I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, I couldn't. Every time we went out in public other men were constantly looking at my wife. They had always looked at her because my wife, Janet, exudes sex and she doesn't even know it or at least at first she didn't. This went on for over a year and a half and ultimately I realized I couldn't control my desires. 

I had sought counseling at Minirth Clinic but I had been intimidated. I couldn't open up and share these feelings with my therapist. I mean, how can you tell a psychiatrist you want to watch your innocent young wife being fucked senseless by another man? Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless, not to mention a waste of money. I rationalized this and concluded I might as well "forget it". I was helpless and weak before the compulsion which consumed me. I read about other couples on the internet and in books and finally I opened up and shared my feelings with my young wife. I was embarrassed and apologetic, but I was honest as I told Janet I wanted to watch another man pleasure her. My innocent young wife was shocked, angry and hurt; she thought I didn't love her and this predictably led to marital strife. 

Finally, we quit talking about it but these feelings grew stronger. When we made love I'd visualize that it was another man pleasuring her and making her orgasm. It didn't matter Janet had been shocked when I first shared my idea with her. Her thought about marriage was the traditional couple with the white picket fence and all that. I'd known my suggestion could destroy her innocence as surely as the apple Eve had tasted destroyed her innocence.

It's not that Janet and I had a poor sex life. We had a great sex life and she loved sex as much as any girl I'd ever met. Sometimes, during our engagement we'd spend the entire afternoon in bed and she especially enjoyed oral sex. I could make her cum as much as fourteen or fifteen times. She loves sucking cock and she's fantastic at deep throating my swollen eight-inch dick. 

She's sucked cock since junior high school and on one occasion she'd been sucking her boyfriend's dick. They were both dressed when he expectedly came in her mouth. Her mouth was full of his cum and she didn't want to get it on her clothing so she swallowed it. She discovered she loved the taste of cum. Since that time she's always swallowed guys' semen. 

Janet is thirty-three and most all of her friends have always considered her to be 'hot' whatever that means. She is five feet seven inches tall and her long shapely legs lead up to 36 inch thighs that narrows to a 24 inch waist and then flares out to 34 C sized breasts capped by sensitive, mauve colored nipples. She's pretty in that traditional all American girl type way. She has a cute little nose, naïve blue eyes, straight teeth and an innocent face framed by dishwater blond hair which she wears down upon her shoulders. 

I determined I'd change Janet's mind, one way or another; I couldn't stop myself. Janet's innocence had always excited me. She's ten years younger than I am. I met her when she was twenty-two and she'd had limited sexual experience in that she had been to bed with only one guy and he'd only been interested in his satisfaction. He'd never taken the time to please her sexually and teach her even the basics of making love. The first time I fucked her she literally went crazy. She'd never been properly fucked and I felt like I was violating a child. From the beginning, I discovered that Janet was an extremely sensual person and once I got her going she didn't want to stop. There was a lot she'd never experienced and I enjoyed teaching her a few things and she learned fast.

That's when I began to buy her clothing at Victoria's Secret and the Electric Boutique, a store on Northwest Highway that specializes in club wear for swingers and strippers or 'exotic dancers'. I bought her a lot of risqué clothing that emphasized Bondage and Domination from Priscilla's, a boutique on lower Greenville Avenue, which catered to wealthy people who had a kinky side. I had never seen her in a pair of T-Backs before and high heels and she looked like a stripper. I purchased Guerlain and all kinds of La Mer makeup at Neiman Marcus at North Park and fragrances at Sephora in the Galleria, two of Dallas's finest shopping malls. 

Janet enjoyed getting dressed to go clubbing as much as I enjoyed watching her. For the first time, she discovered she relished in showing off her body and I loved it, too (later this would lead to public sex, a fetish she developed on her own). She didn't understand how sexy she was or recognize the interest other men had, but I noticed them ogling and lusting after her. 

While she initially didn't understand the effect she had upon other men; by the time she did understand, she enjoyed it so much that she continued dressing up for them or me or perhaps herself. It seemed that it wasn't long before she began to dressing even more suggestively. But I didn't mind; I loved exposing her to other men. 

Janet's tits look like they're trying to burst through whatever she's wearing and they defy all gravitational laws. Her long mauve colored nipples are almost always erect and delightfully noticeable. I have never known her to wear a bra since the day we met except to work or when she is jogging because she's never liked them. I enjoy seeing her erect nipples through her thin blouses and tube tops like most other red blooded males. It was about six months before I asked her 'not to wear panties when we went partying'. After several weeks of discussion she finally agreed. I found it stimulating knowing my attractive wife was naked under her cocktail dress or blouse and short skirt when we went clubbing and she realized she liked not having panty lines showing. She even told me that she felt a little wicked.

Janet and I went out every weekend to the hottest clubs and night spots in Addison and Dallas I could find. Janet was playing dress up every weekend and the new, revealing clothing I'd bought for her turned us both on. She attracted the attention of not only a lot of men in these clubs, but also a few women, as well. She began to take more time getting dressed when she realized the effect she had on other men. She really liked that and I called her a 'prick tease'. It had become more than a game with her after she'd told me, "She hadn't realized how much she missed being with other men". 

Sometimes driving home after an evening clubbing I'd place my hand on her thigh and slide it up to her cleanly shaved pussy. When I'd slide my middle fingers inside her she would be dripping and need to be fucked. I continued to share the idea of sex with another man with her and I knew the thought excited her. In the back of her mind, I think she couldn't stop thinking about another man fucking her. If that wasn't proof enough, when we got home to make love sometimes I'd be a little slow hanging up my clothes in the work-out bedroom closet. She'd be naked waiting for me when I walked into our bedroom; it didn't take any time for her to take off her cocktail dress and she was naked underneath it. Before I entered I'd peak in and see her furiously masturbating herself. Her hand was buried in her vagina. She had two fingers buried in her pussy as she moaned and pinched her nipples with her thumbs and fore fingers.

Janet's body is incredible. She has the type of skin that tans easily and she looks great with or without a tan. She has an innocent yet an intriguingly sexy face. She'd finger herself with one hand while she'd massage her clit with the other. When she goes over the edge her back bows and her ass lifts up off the bed. I watched her leave her fingers in her vagina, catch her breath and do it again. 

One evening we were driving home from Sans Souci, the second time we'd been there, and my wife told me she had played with a cute looking blonde haired dude's dick she'd danced with while they were slow dancing. She quickly added, "I mean... just through his pants, Sweetheart."

I asked her, "How big is his dick?" 

My wife replied with a thoughtful look on her beautiful face, "Well, I can't be certain, but he's bigger than you, Honey."

Hearing Janet tell me that made my dick so hard. I couldn't help but ask her, "Would you like to play with his dick again and then tell me about it"?

She quickly responded, "Do you mean have it in my hands to tease and play with and stuff"? 

I said, "Yes, and would you like to suck it if you had the chance?"

Janet didn't hesitate, "Oh...Yeah, you know how much I love sucking a hard dick. I'd like it a whole lot if you wouldn't mind. He's hot and I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I let him play with my tits, too. He even sucked my nipples, Honey, and you know what that does to me. When we were in the middle of the dance floor he had his leg between my thigh and I rubbed my pussy against his knee while his hands were on my ass." 

That really made me hot when she talked like that and when she told me what had happened as we drove home. I knew I was going to use our biggest dildo on her and make her cum on that monster for a long time before I fucked her, that night. I thought about what she told me and then I asked her, "If that was all they had done?"

My wife was quiet for a minute and I knew she was thinking and then she replied, "Promise you won't get mad?"

I assured her, "I promise I won't get mad, Baby. Feel my dick."

Janet felt my rock-hard dick and smiled as quickly replied, "Your dick sure likes hearing about another guy making me hot! You know how horny I get when someone sucks my nipples?"

I nodded as my hard dick continued throbbing, almost painfully.

She went on, "Well, his leg was teasing me and I sorta began humping against him as he ground his knee right into my pussy. You know how it is on the dance floor when it's crowded and it's dark with wall to wall people. He pulled me to him and his hand was between my thighs and I didn't stop him and then he had two fingers inside me. That was when I knew I wanted him to fingerfuck me and make me cum. I needed his hand in my pussy. He was finger fucking me so good and rubbing my clit at the same time and I didn't want him to stop. He knew how to make me happy. I mean, he knew what he was doing. It was only a few minutes before he made me cum. 

After I came I was so weak I just held onto him. I guess I didn't realize his fingers were still inside me. He'd paused for a minute and as I came around he started playing with me again, you know. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. He made me cum again and it was so intense and so deep, Baby. I was tingling all over". 

I was so turned on I could hardly drive and I told Janet that turned me on. I asked her if anything else happened. She replied, "No, except he put his fingers that were inside me in my mouth". 

I asked her what she'd done when he did that.

Janet responded immediately, "What do you think I did? I sucked my cum off his fingers". 

When we got home I got the WET Platinum and our eleven inch dildo that's so big Janet can hardly take it and set it on our night stand by the bed. I lowered my head between her thighs and began lapping up her cum from her pussy. I concentrated on her swollen clit rising proudly above her puffy pussy. After I'd made her cum three or four times I took the huge cyberskin dildo with bulging realistic veins and lubricated it. I watched Janet's hungry pussy as the gigantic dildo spread her pussy lips, which clung to it obscenely. I remembered it was only a short time back when she couldn't take that massive dildo and now she loved it. I continued licking her clit as I felt her hips moving forward eagerly accepting the invading penis inside her pussy. 

Janet said, "Pound me, I need it. I need it tonight. I need it...fuck me hard...harder than that, Baby!"

I was surprised at her language, but I pushed harder and felt her breath quicken as I pushed the oversized cock all the way inside her until the thick head slammed into her cervix before withdrawing it only to slam it deeper into her. I looked at her as I began to move it faster in and out of her pussy and her eyes roll backwards in her head. Her hands squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples as her hips rose up and down, excitedly. In less than a minute she began cumming, her hips gyrating wildly almost as if she was having a seizure. 

I whispered, "Pretend it's that hot blond haired man fucking you."

Her eyes were closed as she said, "What do you think I'm doing"? She moaned and came once again on the dildo as her hands gripped her wide spread thighs holding them up. She moaned, "Oh fuck yeah, fuck me hard...fuck my pussy hard with that big dick." 

I was so excited watching my wife's response that I couldn't wait to fuck her. When I finally pulled that huge dildo out of her it was coated with her cum. My wife had creamed all over it and I took it into my mouth and sucked her cum off of it. She was acting like a little slut as I mounted her she said, "Do you still want me to pretend it's somebody else fucking me, Sweetheart?"

I said, "Yes, Baby. Pretend it's somebody else...pretend it's the guy who made you cum tonight".

Janet continued as her pussy easily swallowed my eight inch cock, "Would it turn you on if you were really watching Mike fuck me"?

I responded, "Who's Mike"? 

Janet laughed and said, "The good looking guy who made me cum tonight". 

I couldn't help it and I shot my load of cum deep in her pussy. Then I paused, "Would you like for Mike to fuck you"? 

Janet laughed quietly, "I asked you first"! 

Chapter- 2 (Janet meets Mike)

After that weekend Janet became more outgoing with other people when we went clubbing. We decided to join Sans Souci. We were surprised we liked everyone we'd met at the club. Their honesty was refreshing even though the nightclub was an off-premise swingers club and people went there to meet other couples and singles to have sex. We determined we wouldn't have sex with other people. We weren't really into that.

We got in the habit of going to Sans Souci every Friday and Saturday night. I'd clean Janet's bathroom, the master bathroom, every Friday and Saturday afternoon in order to create an erotic atmosphere for her as a prelude for her evening. I'd set out scented candles, adjust the lighting to low, turn on mood or suggestive hip hop music and provide her with a Playgirl or Cosmopolitan magazine. I knew Janet loved her evenings at the club as she began to dress even more suggestively. My wife had definitely become an item with other club members. Usually she'd wear a short tight skirt that emphasized her long legs and tight ass. Her skirts ended about five inches above her knees and exposed her legs and most of her thighs almost to her ass. Since she never wore a bra when she wore one of her see-thru blouses her succulent breasts were totally exposed. When she'd wear one of these blouses she usually slipped a vest or coat on over it. Once we'd gotten to the club and she'd had a drink or two she took it off. Many women wore a lot less, but most of them didn't look as hot as my wife. Her makeup was heavier than I'd ever seen her wear it and she looked hot, very hot.

I continued to be turned on by the idea of other men enjoying my beautiful wife. I couldn't forget my voyeuristic history in high school and college and it still turned me on when I thought about it. My wife was extremely sexy and her evolving sensuality and self-assuredness intrigued and excited me. For example, on one occasion I was in the Men's room taking a leak. One club member named Derrick played football for the Dallas Cowboys. He was black, good looking and built like a bull. Derrick dated a lot of white women and that evening he entered the bathroom as I was zipping up my blue jeans. Derrick walked into the bathroom and said to no one in particular, "Damn, that Sanders chick is so fucking hot!"

We had a black man who had all sorts of after shave products, hair care products, mouth washes, chewing gum, etc. He was a nice guy and I enjoyed joking with him. He was chuckling when Derrick made his comment about Janet and he nodded towards me when he told Derrick, "She's his wife." 

Derrick apologized and I said, "Don't be silly", as I introduced myself. I combed my hair and tipped the man with the grooming products and invited Derrick to come meet Janet. I told him, "She saw you on television, two weeks ago and she'd love to dance with you."

Derrick was elated and I took him to our table and told Janet what he'd said and she laughed. She looked especially hot that night and her beautiful breasts were visible through her thin blouse as she led Derrick onto the dance floor. It made my dick hot watching them dance with both of her arms around his neck as she slowly rubbed her tits against him and his hands were on her ass. Derrick was a nice guy, but we'd not gone that far at the time.




Watching Her



When a couple wanted to play at Souci, the guy would dance with his woman in front of him. He could steer her to another couple who was dancing like they were, be it a guy or a girl. On several occasions Janet was in front of me as we danced up to another guy. We were still getting our feet wet, but one night the blond guy who had messed around with Janet our first evening finger fucked her while I danced behind her. The club was crowded and only someone right next to us could have even noticed. I didn't realize what was happening myself until I saw my wife's hips moving up and down against him. I whispered in her ear, "I was going to sit down". She didn't say anything and I don't think she even heard me. 

She continued dancing with Mike and now she had both arms around his neck and her head was on his chest. I sat at our table, table fourteen, and watched. Mike took possession of my wife's pussy and she parted her shapely thighs to give him total access. I watched them dancing, if you could call that dancing, until Janet's began shaking uncontrollably and I knew she was cumming. 

Mike walked my wife back to our table and gave me a condescending look as he kissed her. Janet acted as if I wasn't there. I was speechless and I felt my hard dick leaking in my slacks as I watched her mouth open and Mike's tongue slip inside hers. On another occasion we were dancing and a black guy we knew finger fucked her and I didn't even know it happened until she told me.

I guess if I'd thought about it I'd have picked up on it sooner. Janet danced with Mike every weekend that he was at the club. When she danced with him she was usually gone for several dances, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes. I didn't just sit at our table by myself. I'd dance with a couple of other hot women while my sweet little wife was having fun. Several weeks after Mike asked Janet to dance and I asked Joanna, a sexy young woman to dance. Joanna was hot and she'd made it obvious that she wanted to do a lot more than dance with me.

The dance floor was crowded and we had to walk halfway around the club to find an opening to get onto the dance floor. I was dancing with Joanna and I placed my hand on her shapely ass as she rubbed the back of her hand 'innocently' against my crotch. This was not the first time a hot chick had played with my dick. I worked my left hand behind her neck as I sensuously looked for her sweet spots and then I noticed Mike and Janet, two couples over. They were slowly dancing, oblivious to everyone else.

Joanna saw me looking at my wife and Mike as I took great pains not to be seen. She whispered in my ear, "They make a great couple. Mike's a real cunthound and he's got a big, I mean big dick. I bet you'd like to watch him fuck your wife." 

Her hand reached between us and she slowly rubbed my hardon. She smiled and continued, "That answers that question", as she licked my lips. She continued, "Look at them, Charlie. Your wife's arms are around his neck and that pulls her short skirt up." I looked and she was right. "Look at her tanned legs and sexy thighs, bouncing up and down against him, he's fucking her with his hand and she's in heaven." Suddenly Janet grabbed Mike tightly. Joanna smiled at me and said, "Now, he's making her cum, Baby". 

I looked at them as Janet shamelessly ground her toned hips into his and I knew he was playing with her pussy. She was more excited than I'd ever seen her in my life. Her hips moved towards and then away from him as she slowly bounced up and down on his fingers. Then, she unexpectedly hugged him tightly against her. I knew Mike had just made my wife cum again. Joanna smiled and whispered in my ear above the loud music, "Janet wants to fuck Mike, Baby and I want you to fuck me. Trust me, I'm a woman and I know when a woman like your wife is in lust. I know Mike's an arrogant bastard but he knows how to fuck a girl and drive her crazy. I know Sweetie I fucked him for a couple of months, two years ago."

I kissed Joanna and thanked her for our dance as I walked her back to her table. Her hand innocently grazed the prominent erection visible in my slacks as I cupped her shapely ass. 

I'd just sat down and ordered a drink when Mike bought Janet back to our table and gazed at me disdainfully as he leaned down and momentarily kissed her. She looked as if she was reluctant to break their kiss, but then again it might have all been in my head. Mike walked off and I ordered Janet a drink. 

I pulled Janet to me and kissed her and she ran her hand over my dick and immediately noticed my massive erection. "What brought that on?" She asked. 

Chapter-3 (Janet wants Mike)

I smiled and said, "I guess the idea of you and Mike turns me on." Janet didn't say anything and she looked away to avoid looking at me. I took her off the hook by saying, "We'll talk later, Sweetheart."

I danced with Janet the next two or three dances and when we were slow dancing I slipped my fingers inside her short skirt, her pussy was as slippery as I'd ever felt it and her clit was swollen. Mike had obviously done a number on it. I had some thinking to do, I realized. I wanted to be there when another guy fucked Janet for the first time, but I understood that might not be possible. I was thinking of various alternatives. I wanted to talk to Joanna again.

We usually didn't stay at Sans Souci past 12:00 or 12:30 and it was a Friday night anyway. Saturday nights are really crowded so I suggested we go home. I wanted to fuck Janet and find out what had happened with her and Mike besides what I'd seen with Joanna. I decided to wait for Janet to tell me what had happened with Mike. I told her she'd looked especially hot and that was what had made my dick hard but she knew what had really made it hard.

We got home and I turned the alarm off, made us a drink and we went upstairs and got naked. I kneeled by the side of our bed and buried my face in my beautiful wife's hungry pussy as I began teasing her lips and swollen clitoris. Janet's hands went to her nipples and her eyes were closed as I teased her and stopped just before she went over the edge. She begged me to continue and I said, "Pretend I am Mike." When I said that Janet came almost immediately and I teased her through five more orgasms.

Dildos are often times quite large but ours is huge because I'd had an inkling that size mattered to Janet when I purchased it. The first time we tried to use it she couldn't get it inside her; it was much too large. We'd used a smaller one for about six months, but I'd continued to bring this one to bed with us. She began to accept it almost grudgingly at first, but she'd never taken all of it inside her before that night. 

I'd lubricated it with Platinum Wet until it glistened with silicon and guided it towards her pussy. Before I slipped the ridiculously large head inside her she grabbed my wrist and moaned, "Fuck my pussy hard, Baby, it needs a good fucking tonight." Her hands went to her lips and pulled them wide apart as I began inserting the huge, cyberskin dildo into her pussy. I watched her lips gradually part as I pushed the monster deeper inside her. Before I had in halfway inside her she began thrusting her hips up to meet it and her head moved back and forth. 

She was cumming as her hips rose upwards accepting more and more of our gigantic toy. Finally, it was buried completely inside her and she moaned loudly as she began creaming all over the lifelike penis. 

Every time I pushed the the dildo inside her, her lips were pushed inwards and when I pulled it out, her lips clung to it as if in protest. I watched her body submit to that lifelike penis and my hard dick throbbed as I imagined another man taking her like that. She had eleven orgasms before I slipped between her thighs and entered her gaping pussy. After all that had happened I didn't last two minutes. Our love making was more heated than usual after an evening at the club. 

The next morning was a Saturday and I called a friend of mine, John Kelly, a private investigator. We went to school together and played football on our state final's football team. He knew of my eccentricities, but respected me anyway. I told John I needed an IP- low light covert camera with superior resolution and audio capability planted in a ceiling a/c duct or return air plenum that would allow me to watch and record everything that occurred in a condominium bedroom. I needed to be able to both watch and record at the same time from a remote location, which in my case was a Holiday Inn with Wi-Fi connections. Internet cameras have been available since the late nineties and can be viewed remotely which is what I needed.

I gave him John's name, address and condominium unit number, which was two miles from the club. The camera, once it had been installed, would remain where he'd planted it. I told him I might need to use the camera several times, I was uncertain. Secondly, I needed a tiny solid state transmitter/receiver microphone capable of being hidden in the lining of a woman's small purse with sound quality capabilities of a half mile capable of penetrating a brick and sheetrock wall and virtually impervious to radio, stereo or other electronic interference.

John said it wouldn't be difficult to arrange, basically bread and butter stuff often used in high end divorce cases. I told him I'd pay any and all costs, I wanted the very best equipment on the market and I told him to send me the bill. We agreed to touch base on Tuesday of the following week. Finally, I decided I would stop by and look at a condominium which was for sale that had a floor plan identical to Mike's condominium. Additionally, I wanted to talk to Joanna again. I'd learned the previous evening that she'd been in Mike's condo on several occasions. She'd told me Mike was arrogant and braggadocio, but she'd warned me not to underestimate him, "He's got a big dick and he knows how to use it; he can make a girl very happy, I know."

I wanted to be there Janet's first time with another man when it happened but I was covering my bases, before I got to the plate, just in case. 

Janet woke up round 10:30 and came out to the pool where I was sunning. She was wearing a robe I'd purchased for her last summer at 'Just Add Water'. She slipped it off and I admired her body as she conscientiously applied sunscreen to her succulent breasts. I watched her nipples harden and was pleased that she was my wife. She exuded a sensuality you didn't find that often because it was real. 

She hadn't said anything about Mike getting her off the previous evening. I knew it was hardly the first time he'd done that. It had become more like a regular thing. Every time he was at the club he made a point of seeking her out and now she always looked for him, too. I knew I had encouraged her. It went back to that irresistible impulse thing I'd had ever since I'd watched a girl masturbating 'in private'. I knew I was incapable of stopping myself, even if I wanted to. I was setting my innocent young wife up for Mike. 'Setting my innocent young wife up' could be defined as providing the opportunity for Mike to fuck her at his leisure without me being there to protect her. 

My dick was hard and throbbing as I floated on my air mattress when I said, "I saw Mike making you cum last night. You looked like you were really enjoying it."

Janet replied, "Yeah, I did. I don't know what it is about Mike, but he just moves in and takes over. I mean, he makes me so hot and then there's the way he talks to me", she paused.

"What do you mean the way he talks to you?" 

"Well he's conceited and arrogant, but he told me he's fucked more women at Souci than any other man." 

I replied, "Well to be fair, I know he has fucked his share of women at the club. I think you want to fuck him, Honey." 

Janet quietly responded, "That's what Mike's told me for the last month. He tells me I want him to fuck me with his big dick and unlock my hidden desires." 

"How did that get started?"

Janet replied, "I told him you told me that you wanted to watch another man make love to me."

"What did he say?"

"He said you were fucked up. He told me you were a cuckold or gay and he asked about our sex life."

"What did you tell him, Baby?"

"I told him it was great. That you were great in bed and we had a wonderful relationship." 

"That's when he began telling me, I wanted him to fuck me, but if he fucked me I wouldn't want him to stop. Then he told me if he did you weren't going to sit there and watch. What's a cuckold, anyway?" 

"A cuckold is a man whose girlfriend or wife fucks other men. The most common cuckold scenario is a husband who enjoys being humiliated by his wife. His wife selects another man to have sex with because he's better looking, better in bed, younger or just different. Some wives fuck other men for their husband while other wives fuck other men because they want to whether their husband approves or not, whether he knows or not. The true cuckold derives a sense of sexual satisfaction knowing his wife is being fucked by other men. However, the husband is not allowed to fuck other women. The wife is in control of their sexual relationship. She enjoys all the sex she wants and then some. The question is, do you want to fuck Mike and if you do where would it happen if he doesn't want me to watch?" 

I guess I was a little surprised when Janet replied, "If I decide to have sex with Mike and that's still a big 'if'; I'm going to meet him at the club one evening. We'll go over to his place. He doesn't live far from the club. You'll stay at the club so it won't interfere with your evening. Afterwards Mike will drop me off at the club and we'll go home like always." 

I could tell that Mike and Janet had already talked things over and made plans. She was already looking forward to fucking him. The sun was really hot but it felt good. I asked Janet, "What makes you think I still want you to have sex with another man?"

Janet looked at me and smiled, "Well for starters, look at your cock."

I glanced down and my hard dick lay on my stomach pointing upward towards my face. I told my wife, "I love you, Darling. It's just something that turns me on."

We agreed to think about it but I was glad I'd contacted John Kelly. Mike was crazy if he thought I wouldn't see and hear everything that occurred between him and my wife. I'd even have a taped recording of their tryst when it occurred. 

We went to the club that evening and had a good time. Mike wasn't there and Janet and I left about 12:00 and came home. She spread her legs wide for our gigantic cyberskin dildo and she began cumming when it was only halfway inside her. I had used Platinum Wet again and she was eager to have that eleven inch monster inside her. She had five orgasms before I had bottomed it out inside her and then she had three more. When I pulled it out of her it was coated with what she called her, "girly cum", that she had me lick off the dildo. Then she told me, "Put it in your mouth and suck the rest of my cum off of it and pretend its Mike's cum." I didn't hesitate to clean it off as she jacked me off before I set the dildo down on the night stand and then I fucked her. She seemed preoccupied and I knew she was thinking about Mike.

Chapter- 4 (The first time Janet makes Charlie a Cuckold)

The next week was not easy for me. On Tuesday night I dreamed Janet and Mike went to bed and he fucked her and she loved it, begging him to fuck her harder. I questioned myself whether I was crazy to put her into a sexual situation with him. I didn't like him. He was condescending, sarcastic and contemptuous towards me even while I offered him an opportunity to fuck my wife. I purposely passed on a couple of evenings with Janet even though I knew she'd wanted us to have sex. 

I thought about Mike again. No other man had been as bold with her as he'd been or had her luscious tits in the palms of his hands while he tweaked her excited nipples as he'd done. No other man had made her cum so many times on his fingers and left her pussy dripping with desire. He'd told her he could please her and teach her to enjoy the joys of womanhood in ways I never had. He'd told her after he fucked her that whenever I fucked her she'd pretend I was Mike.

I found Janet an especially revealing keyhole mini dress that clung to her body like a second skin at Priscilla's on Wednesday afternoon. The whole dress was virtually see-thru and I laughed when I paid for it. The less the dress the more it cost. When Janet tried it on she loved it and I felt a little bad. When I'd purchased it I'd thought that the dress was just what Mike would like to see my wife in.

When it came time to get ready to go to the club on Friday evening Janet said, "Sweetheart?"

Her tone called for my full attention as if she was struggling with something. I kept my nose in the computer and tried to appear occupied.

"Charlie?"

"Mmmm?"

"Honey, why don't we skip Sans Souci tonight? We could stay home and have a quiet relaxing evening together. Or...maybe not so relaxing or quiet... if you want to that is."

"That's a lovely idea, Baby, but you know I had my heart set on you wearing the new outfit I got you to Souci and seeing you twist on the dance floor and draw those hungry stares from all the men tonight. You know how that excites me watching you soak up and enjoying all that male attention. I tell you what. Let's go for a while, and maybe we can make it an early night. Meantime, I want you to push it to the max this evening, okay? Let it all hang out. I mean you'll be doing it for me in addition to having a blast for yourself. Okay?"

There was confusion on her face. "But Honey, I just feel like we haven't been making ----"

"I know. The last few weeks at the club have been crazy but I've loved them, every single minute of them."

"You...you have?"

"Oh yes! And all from watching the enjoyment you've been having can't get enough. That's what matters most to me...what I want more than anything including tonight.

Janet got up slowly and went to get dressed, mumbling softly to herself something I didn't understand. There was no doubt she had taken my request seriously when she announced she was ready. She was wearing the new keyhole mini dress I'd purchased for her. No one would question the fact that she was naked underneath it. She was wearing some black strappy heels on her feet which she'd referred to as her 'Fuck me' heels. The best part of her new outfit was that it was almost see-thru and her full breasts swung freely under her top. Her mauve colored aureole and nipples were clearly outlined and her makeup was a little heavy making her look like a hot wife. My dick hardened perceptibly. 

When we got to the club Janet turned heads, as always. She excused herself to go to the ladies room as soon as we were seated. I knew she was checking her makeup and she knew she looked especially hot tonight. We had not had sex all week and I knew she was horny. If the wind blew under her skirt the right way she would cum. I hoped Mike was coming to the club tonight. I felt that would be the tipping point for Janet in making her decision. Janet came back to our table and casually looked around the room just as Mike walked into the club. He looked over at our table and their eyes locked upon each other and she was already his.

Cher was singing in 'Do You Believe in Love' and we both liked that song and we headed for the dance floor. She was picking up more than her share of hungry looks this evening and everything was going as I had hoped. I knew she was eager to see Mike and I felt he'd find her irresistible tonight. She asked me, "If I'd mind if she spent some time with Mike?" 

I responded, "You don't need to ask me after last weekend's discussion, just don't forget that I'm here." 




Watching Her



I watched as my wife walked sexily over towards Mike. She'd pegged the slut meter tonight, and she knew it, as evidenced by her runway strut and her hip sway that I'd never seen before. That was probably just the beginning of many changes to come in her.

Her arms slipped around Mike's neck and he kissed her deeply. They talked less than a minute before she turned around and walked back to our table. My wife looked at me through dilated eyes, not paying attention to me as she said, "I'm going to fuck Mike, tonight."

I responded, "I'm not sure I want you to. I mean, you told me you didn't want that when I first mentioned it. What do you have in mind?" 

My wife was in a state of lust as she brushed my hardon briefly and smiled.

"Oh you want me to fuck him...your dick tells me you want me to and I want it, too. You're about to become my cuckold, Husband. I'm going home with Mike in a few minutes and you're going to stay here and have a good evening just like me. Well, maybe not just like me" and she laughed. "I know you wanted to watch but Mike said, no. He told me to tell you, "that I'll tell you what I want you to hear later. You'll just have to manage on that. He'll drop me off later this evening and we'll go home as always."

I told her, "Well if that's what you've decided I guess I really am your cuckold."

Tonight I'd watch my wife while another man fucked her. She wanted this man to fuck her and I was going to watch and listen to everything that happened while I jacked off. 

I watched Janet and Mike walk out of the club and twenty seconds later I slipped out and cautiously headed to the Holiday Inn Select where I had my lap top set up, a large 27" monitor, a recorder and the receiver for the microphone which I'd hidden in Janet's purse. The laptop was already on-line monitoring the IP camera viewing Mike's bedroom. I carefully tweaked the receiver to the microphone in Janet's purse. I was so excited I could feel my dick leaking in my pants. 

Chapter-5 (Janet fucks Mike)

I heard Janet and Mike talking as they entered his condominium. Mike asked Janet if she'd like a drink and she responded in a suggestive tone of voice, "You know what I want Mike." At that point my IP camera picked them up as they walked into Mike's bedroom and the recorder began recording. I was impressed at the video quality I was receiving. 

Mike was saying, "Janet, we've waited too long for this." He pulled my wife to him and his hands caressed her insufficiently clad breasts. I watched her nipples harden as they responded immediately to his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the movement caused her short dress to ride up on her ass as his hands slipped under her flimsy dress and cupped her naked ass cheeks as she moaned. 

She stepped backwards and stood in front of him. Quickly bending over, she grasped the hem of her new keyhole mini dress and pulled it over her head and dropped it on his bed. She stood in front of him naked now, except for her black 'Fuck Me' heels looking sexy as she could be. He lowered his face to her full breasts and sucked first one and then her other swollen nipple into his mouth as my wife's hands held his head firmly upon her nipples. His other hand slipped between her thighs and two fingers began teasing her wet pussy. 

My wife didn't hesitate as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks at the same time he pulled his Izod shirt over his head and pitched it on top of my wife's dress. She pulled his slacks down and he stepped out of them and then she pulled his jockey shorts down. When she pulled his shorts off his cock bounced upwards as if it was made of rubber almost hitting her in the face before pointing at her. It was swollen, thick and very hard and it looked red, almost angry. 

Now I understood what Joanna meant. Mike's cock was a thick ten inches, if not larger, of man meat. Janet had been right; Mike's dick was bigger than mine, a lot bigger. My wife took his hard dick in her hand and looked up at him in disbelief, her eyes captivated by what she saw.

I unzipped my pants and released my throbbing cock while I watched them, totally naked, at last. I didn't want to admit it but they looked hot together and I began jacking off my eight inch dick. I watched Janet kneel in front of Mike and take the head of his huge cock into her mouth. Her widely stretched lips hungrily enveloped his cock and he casually placed his hand on her head as she began sucking him. I watched her head bobbing back and forth as her lips clung tightly to his shaft. She quickened her pace as she took more of his cock down her throat.

Mike looked down at her and grinned obscenely as he watched his cock sliding in and out of my young wife's mouth. Her tongue flicked excitedly at the sensitive underside of his dick. I marveled at how much she was getting into it; she loved sucking him off. There were loud sucking sounds as she moved her head up and down on his huge cock pausing only to spit on it. Still jerking his cock with her hand, she moved her mouth down to his cum filled balls and licked his sack before sucking one of his balls into her mouth. Her tongue and lips worked to devour one ball before she switched to the other.

Janet kissed and licked each one almost in awe before her mouth returned to the head of his cock. Mike looked down in amazement thinking what an idiot her husband was as he watched his dick sliding in and out of the beautiful young wife's mouth. He squeezed her tits and groaned as he moved his hips and pushed more of his oversized cock into her mouth. He took his free hand and wrapped it around hers, showing her how he wanted her to jack him off into her mouth as she sucked him off.

After she started doing it the way he wanted, Mike placed both hands on my wife's head and held it still and now he began to move his hips back and forth as he fucked her mouth. When his oversized dick passed back and forth between her lips, my wife tongued the underside of his dick. Her lips held his cock tightly and he felt his dick getting harder and growing bigger. My wife apparently sensed he was close to cumming and the room was filled with her slurping and gurgling sounds. Janet's hand jerked his penis, frantically beating his cock up to her full lips and into her mouth.

Janet's full lips gripped tighter and tighter around the massive penis in her mouth as Mike continue to force more and more of his shaft into her mouth. I knew she'd never had such a huge cock in her mouth before because she began struggling to breathe and choke more. His hands caressed her neck and squeezed her breasts as he explored her body.

Mike reached down and lifted my wife's head from his cock. I saw my wife looking up at him while saliva dripped from her chin, "I want to eat you Baby; I've wanted to taste that pussy of yours since we met." He pulled her up to a standing position and then he lay down on his back on his bed, his massive penis pointing straight up and glistening with her saliva. 

Janet loves to '69' and she quickly straddled his head with her thighs as he pulled her closer. She lay down and her tits were mashed against his stomach as he began working his cock into her mouth. She could take more of his cock in this position and when his tongue slid across her clit she looked as if she was going to have a seizure.

Mike apparently couldn't believe the taste of her sweet pussy. Her pussy lips were perfect and he traced them with his tongue. He slowly sucked each lip into his mouth, gently nibbling on them. He licked and then sucked her clit as Janet's body tense above him. Joanna had said he knew how to eat pussy and she had that right as my wife closed her eyes and began feverishly fucking his face with her hips. He glued his mouth to her pussy lips and he let his tongue curl around the tip of her clit, over and over. Janet's body surrendered to Mike and she began to experience the first waves of an intensely deep orgasm beginning with Mike sliding a finger completely up her anus. He continued fucking his finger in and out of her beautiful ass and she went crazy.  

"OOOOhhhhh fuuuckkk!" blurted from her lips as she ground her pussy back at Mike. I knew that familiar tingling in her pussy was growing more intense with every lap of Mike's tongue and I could see she was ready to cum again. She flailed her hips wildly as he continued feasting on her throbbing slit. "Ohhhh", Janet moaned. She looked like she going insane from the expert tongue fucking she was experiencing. Her excited clit belonged to Mike and he was making her cum at will, now. I wondered if he enjoyed making her cum as much as I enjoyed it.

Mike was an enthusiastic and experienced cunt sucker. He moved his hand between my young wife's legs and carefully opened her pussy lips with his fingers. He was licking her pussy much faster now; licking all the hot flowing juices from the depths of her drooling cunt. It looked as if it had been a long time since he'd tasted pussy this good and he was going to savor every bit of her. He began dragging his tongue across my wife's clit and down the flowering folds of her pussy as her body began shaking again signaling another huge orgasm. 

Mike continued to pleasure her and in what seemed only a minute or two Janet lost it again. She was screaming, "Lick my pussy...lick my pussy...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Damn, I thought to myself. My wife groaned and then screamed loudly as she came violently on his experienced tongue. Mikes tongue was lapping my wife's pussy like a dog now and she was his bitch. Her legs shook wildly, "Yeah, Baby........oh, yeah ...ohhhh..........oh, yeah....tongue me, Baby, tongue mee, good! 

His tongue was driving my wife crazy and I was jealous. She acted as though she was out of her mind with the feelings coursing through her body as her toes curled again and again. "Oh Mike, you're making my pussy feel so good", and then she squealed again. 

Mike smiled and stood up, his thick ten inch cock jutting out menacingly from his body and he positioned himself between my wife's widely spread thighs. He lowered himself down to her and his lips found hers as he buried his tongue in her mouth. I watched her hand slip between them to guide the head of his huge cock between her slippery, swollen lips. He slipped out and my wife's hand quickly grabbed him and put his head between her lips again. I momentarily saw the wedding ring that I'd given her when we married and I felt another doubt as her hand held his thick cock before guiding it into her fuck hole. 

His oversized penis slowly split my wife's pussy lips and she whimpered, "Ohhhh!" Mike had taken possession of her body. Her eyes grew wide as his huge cock slipped past the entrance of her tight pussy.

Mike's cock looked enormous and as he penetrated her pussy and her body jerked as he began to enter her. My young wife looked sexier than I had ever seen her and I regretted ever suggesting to her that she have sex with another man, but it was too late. I had a massive orgasm and shot my jism all over myself. I grabbed a towel and wiped my dick off as I rationalized that if it wasn't someone like Mike, it would just be some other guy who would eventually get to her.

I saw Mike smiling to himself as he watched my wife bite her lower lip and her eyes rolled back in her head as he forced his oversized cock ever deeper inside her tight pussy. He smiled as his cock slowly penetrated deeper into her tight, wet cunt. Her soft hands gripped the wall as incoherent whimpers escaped her pursed lips and I briefly saw her wedding ring sparkle in the room's lighting. I heard my wife groan in pain as he forced his cock deeper inside her tight pussy. 

"Come on Janet! I'm not even halfway in yet," Mike said, as he forced her ass down upon his bed. His huge cock needed the ecstatic feeling he'd feel once he had buried it inside her tight little pussy. He continued to slowly slide his cock inside her pussy and now he had half of it inside her. He held it inside her to let her get used to him.

He ground his hips into my wife and she got two more inches of his dick as he began moving back and forth drilling his cock deeper into her. He placed his hands on either side of her and he thrust his hips downward until his heavy balls were nestled against her virgin asshole and he was all the way inside her. He felt her tight cunt squeezing his hard dick. My wife's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned loudly.

Mike's face was contorted triumphantly; he was finally fucking the best looking woman at Sans Souci. Every time Janet came her pussy squeezed his cock and he had almost lost it twice already. Mike sucked her elongated nipples as her head turned from side to side underneath him. She was moaning continuously, "Ahh, Mike....I'm cumming....I'm cumming! The way she clutched his body told me she'd surrendered everything to him. She doesn't want him to quit fucking her, I thought to myself. "Ohhhh, Mike! Ohhhh, that's so gooodddd......ahhhh!" I want to feel it when you cum inside meee! I want to feel you're hot cum splashing into my cervix."

Mike was having none of that as he pulled his thick cock out of her swollen pussy and placed it in my wife's mouth which he held with his hands. My dick was leaking clear fluid as I realized he wanted Janet to suck his dick until he came in her mouth and he was going to make her swallow his cum. He was going to feed his thick load of cum to my wife. From the look on his face along with the way he was holding her head tightly against his crotch, he was cumming in her mouth at that very moment. 

"Ahhhh, Janet...I'm cumming...I'm cummingggg! The way he held her head it was evident he was spurting his gooey jism into her mouth at that very moment. I watched my wife's throat muscles working overtime as she swallowed again and again. Her face was glued to his pubic hairs and then his hands dropped from her head although his large dick was still in her mouth. I saw Janet's pointed tongue licking her lips looking for any semen she might have missed.

Mike's oversized dick remained hard and his donkey dick was soon buried balls deep within my wife's pussy again. He began to pound her pussy, almost savagely, once more. I listened attentively as my wife exclaimed, "Ohhhh, Mike! Ohhhh, that's so good....so good....ahhhh! I love the way you feel inside my pussy....yessss....fuck me, Mike....PLEASE....FUCK....MEEEE! OOHHHH! Mike you do that so good, Mike! Fuck, I'm getting close again! Fuck it! Make me cum!" I could hear my wife's exhortations to Mike as she begged him in a voice I'd never heard even in her most heated moments of passion. "Ohh....yesss....yesss....fuck me, Mike....fuck me like you did earlier!" my wife cried as her hips arched upwards and her entire body shook uncontrollably as her pussy exploded violently into orgasm and contracted tightly around his punishing penis, her clit tingling and pulsing unbearably from rubbing against his pubic hair. "Unnggghhh! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me good!" My wife couldn't restrain herself from humping her ass, grinding and thrusting her burning pussy against his huge oversized balls. "Ohh fuck, Mike! I'm cumming again.......keep fucking me!" Janet lay there heaving and panting like an animal.

Mike bounced on top of my wife and I heard the bed springs protest as she panted, "I need to be fucked more than ever in my life! Give me your big dick! Fuck me like your little whore!" I'd never heard Janet say the word, 'FUCK' as much as she had in the last couple of hours and I sure didn't know what she meant by 'whore'. I saw Mike slip a pillow under her ass. He wasn't taking a chance she wouldn't feel every inch of his impressive dick.

This time when Mike resumed fucking my wife she spread her legs wide apart as she reached down and grabbed an ankle with each hand. Her pussy rose upwards to welcome his massive dick he buried deep inside her. Mike's huge cock drove deeply inside my wife's perfect body and her mouth opened but no words escaped. Her pain dissipated as pleasure overcame her. "Ughhhhhh" Janet cried as Mike continued to drive his cock in and out of her tight pussy, "fuuuuuck!" my young wife gasped.

I couldn't take my eyes off them and Mike sensed my wife's level of excitement. She began grinding up against him and I knew he was all the way inside her. "Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" escaped her lips and she frantically pushed up against Mike. "I'm cumming" she whispered, "I'm cumming!" repeating those words over and over and growing louder with each syllable.

I heard the squeak of his bed and thumping against his wall, I knew my wife was getting a special kind of fucking which she'd never experienced before. Her tanned arms curled around his neck and her sexy legs wrapped around Mike's humping ass as she locked her ankles together. "Ohhhh, Goodddd....ohhhh....Gooodddd....yes, Yesss.......oh, I'm cumming....I'm cumming....fuck meeee....keep on fucking meeeeeee!" I heard my wife cry as her leg muscles tightened and her toes curled just as her body was racked with another mind shattering orgasm.

And at that instant, Mike's body shook with his ass quivering, indicating he was emptying his sperm deep inside my wife's vagina. It had been a short timed fuck session between them and it was obvious they were in lust for each other. I watched closely as thick cum, a lot of thick cum....more than I'd ever cum, began leaking out of Janet's gaping pussy, down her ass and down onto Mike's pillow.

I watched Mike fuck my wife three more times that evening and after the second time she picked up her cell phone and called me. Mike was inside her, still fucking her. The phone rang and I answered it on the first ring. She was distracted as she told me she was busy but Mike would drop her off at the club in a little while. I heard Mike say something in the background and I looked at my watch, it was almost one o'clock. They had been making love for three hours, but Mike wasn't finished with her yet. 

Now he was laying on his back, his massive cock still sporting an erection. He had to have taken a Viagra I thought to myself. Mike had my wife mount him with her ass towards him as he lay flat on his back and not moving but his hands were soon on her ass and her back. I recognized this as the reverse cowboy position, which I'd seen on Porn Hub. He made my wife do all the work and he encouraged her orgasm while he told her to fuck herself on his pulsating cock as she moved towards and then away from him. 

I could hear her breathing increase as she fucked him harder and harder; her body was covered in perspiration. When he slipped his middle up her ass followed by another finger my wife screamed loudly and came with two fingers buried deep in her virgin ass. After she climaxed he flipped her over and then they were in the missionary position. Now, that he was on top of her, he assumed a push up like position with his weight distributed on his hands and feet. This allowed him to withdraw his thick cock until only his mushroom-like head remained inside her until he drove the entire length back inside her slamming roughly into her cervix. She moaned loudly every time he buried his huge penis inside her as if it hurt, but also felt good at the same time.

Janet was moaning incoherently as Mike looked down at her and smiled. He asked her, "Who fucks you the best?" 

Janet didn't hesitate, "You do, Mike!"

"What are you?" he continued.

"You're little whore, Mike, I'm you're little whore!"

"When am I going to fuck you again?"

Janet didn't say anything as he continued fucking her until she experienced the orgasm which had been building. Then, she opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Mike, Charlie has wanted me to be with another man for a long time. Finally, I became curious enough and honestly, you turn me on. I am glad we have been together tonight. I'm married and you have given me more pleasure than I ever imagined. Tonight has been a cornucopia of lust, sexual exploration and great physical satisfaction, but I have to get things straight with Charlie. I hope you'll understand."




Watching Her



Chapter-6 (Janet decides to make Charlie a cuckold)

Mike smiled at Janet before he said, "I was serious about what I said about training you to become my whore. You are an extremely passionate woman, perhaps too passionate for just your husband."

My wife's head was on his chest, but she didn't look up, "Whenever Charlie thinks about another man fucking me it makes his dick so damned hard. He doesn't have any control over it. I don't think he'd mind if we saw each from time to time, Mike."

Mike took her in his arms and slowly kissed her as his hands wandered over her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard as he skillfully teased them, "I want to teach you to pleasure me in certain unique ways I enjoy. I don't care if you even tell Charlie; I just want to fuck you on a regular basis. 

I want to be with you several times a month. I've fucked other wives at the club whose husbands wanted them to have sex with another man. I've fucked a couple of them for several years and I can say it added a lot of excitement to their marriages. You can make Charlie your cuckold and his dick will always be yours when you want it. Some men find it extremely exciting knowing another man is fucking his wife and she's loving it. I think Charlie is a natural cuckold. I want you to reflect upon the pleasure you've enjoyed tonight and I think you'll agree you want to be with me, too. You'll know for sure when you see me in a week at the club." 

My dick was hard and I was jacking off again. Listening to what he'd told Janet had been exciting but listening to her response had been even better. I knew in my heart of hearts that I'd let her cuckold me, even if that meant I wasn't fucking her. I wasn't certain, but I knew I wanted her to fuck other men on a regular basis. I guess I wanted her to take control of our sexual relationship; I wanted her to be the boss. 

Mike began rolling her nipples and gently pulling on them, stretching his hand around the base of each breast and ever more firmly bringing his fingers and thumb together up and over her breasts, and then pulling her nipples forcefully away from her tits stretching them out, almost painfully. Then his fingers moved to her gaping slit, puffy and more swollen than I'd ever seen it. Her clitoris was standing up proud and erect and it was unusually swollen. I noticed his cock was at half-mast once more and I knew he was going to fuck my wife again. He bent her over the bed and entered her from behind. I heard Janet gasp and her breathing increased, before becoming progressively louder. She was enthusiastic; she wanted his big dick in her again. He positioned her on the side of his bed and moved her back and forth with his hands on her ass. His water bed was springy and this caused her to bounce up and down on his dick while he crouched patiently, but not moving. She was fucking him.

Janet had been fucked so many times she'd become an animal, that's how I'd describe it. She began saying things like, "Ohh yeah, fuck my pussy, fuck me hard. Ohh yeah pound me with your big dick! Make me cum on your big dick." Her tits were swollen and shaking as he kneaded and squeezed them roughly. I found her language a little coarse especially when she began saying things like "Are you ready to cum, Mike?" and "I want you to cum on my face!" 

Mike was patient as he positioned her on her hands and knees and took her doggy style. He climbed on the bed and rode her ass as he fucked her doggy style until she'd cum two or three more times. Finally, Janet was lying on her stomach almost exhausted. Her body was covered with perspiration and a steady stream of semen leaked out of her swollen vagina. Mike had fucked my wife for over four hours and now it was almost one thirty in the morning. Janet wanted a quick shower, but Mike insisted 'she keep his cum inside her and keep her legs up to give me a present.'

I had a recording of her evening, but I was curious how much she'd share with me. I'd found the evening extremely stimulating and I'd jacked off three times, but my dick was still as hard as a rock and I had a strong desire to eat his cum out of her pussy. 

Mike dropped her off at the club at two o'clock. I was waiting in a corner of the parking lot with my dome light on. I opened the door and kissed her cheek and looked her over. She looked used, but sexy as hell and I wanted her more than ever. I loved her so much and I was excited to see her. 

Chapter-6 (Janet and I begin to explore the Cuckold Lifestyle)

We didn't have any traffic driving home and I drove the speed limit. I sure didn't see any need to get a traffic ticket. Janet seemed really tired. She smelled like sex, after shave lotion and perfume all at the same time and it made my dick hard. I told her I couldn't wait to fuck her and she replied, "Mike fucked me so much, Honey, that I don't think I can fuck you back."

I asked her if it was good for her and she told me, she'd really enjoyed sex with him. She had been more turned on with him than she'd ever been in her life. I wanted her to tell me about it and she said, "In the morning, but you can fuck me; I just won't respond."

We got home and went inside and Janet stopped at the laundry room and pitched her new keyhole mini dress in the clothes hamper and walked upstairs with me right behind her. I could see a love bite on one of her cheeks and finger marks all over her ass and she walked a little slowly. I didn't bother hanging my clothes up. I peeled my jeans and shirt off quickly. My dick stood out from my body at half-mast. Janet lay down naked on the bed and I buried my face in her gaping pussy. She tried to push me away from her but I insisted as I told her, "Cuckolds really do this."

Janet spread her thighs apart and I began sucking Mike's cum out of her red, swollen vagina. Her clit was bigger than I'd ever seen it and her vagina was gaping. She'd acted as if she hadn't wanted me to eat her pussy, but her hands pulled her lips apart and she smiled as she felt my tongue enter her cum filled pussy. "All right my cuckold; eat Mike's cum out of my sloppy pussy!"

That made my dick incredibly hard even though I'd already jacked off three times. I began eating and sucking another man's semen out of my wife's pussy for the first time. I stopped twice while eating her to ask, "If she'd liked fucking him."

She responded without opening her eyes, "I loved it." 

I enjoyed making her cum and then I hopped on top of her and my dick slipped inside her easily. Mike had opened her up bigger than anything I would have imagined. My dick felt as if it was in melted butter. Her pussy was so hot and bathed my dick with Mike's semen. I couldn't help it; I shot off in her almost immediately.

I slipped off of her and began walking into the other room. Before I reached the door I heard her call me loudly, "Where are you going Husband? I didn't say you could leave. Get on your knees and eat your cum out of my pussy, cuckold!"

I was surprised to hear her say that but my dick instantly hardened again. I'd cum four times already, but I quickly kneeled and buried my head between my wife's thighs and began eating my cum out of her pussy. What she had said and the way she said it had made my dick hard and I didn't even think; I began to jack off again. I couldn't help it, what was wrong with me? Was I programmed to become a cuckold? Janet came twice more while I cleaned her up and I came one last time, too.

We were exhausted and it was after four when we went to bed exhausted. I awakened at 1:30 PM and the sun was beating down unmercifully, a typical Texas summer day. I went to get the paper, still naked, after heating the water for a cup of coffee.

Once I'd made a cup I took the paper into our den, but I couldn't quit thinking about the previous evening and the sex we'd had. Well, yeah, Janet and Mike had ninety-nine percent of the sex while I'd watched. I finished my coffee and went to get a shower and wash my hair. Drying my hair I thought of the previous evening; we had wallowed in it, no question about it. I didn't think I was a cuckold just because I'd allowed myself to be cucked for one evening. Still, as I put on a pair of gym shorts my dick was hard. I looked in on Janet who was in the process of getting up. She sleepily said, "Hi." 

I responded by saying, "Hi yourself! It's time to get up."

The sheet slipped off of Janet's full breasts as she looked at me and smiled, "I'm such a bad girl!" 

That remark made me laugh and I asked her, "Am I still your cuckold?" 

She looked at me, "Ohh yeah, you became my cuckold last night." 

Janet looked at the bulge in my gym shorts and half way seriously said, "Your dick says you enjoy being my cuckold." 

"Last night I really got turned on knowing another man was fucking you", I admitted. 

Janet quickly replied, "Yeah, me too. He wants to keep on fucking me. Perhaps even bring in another guy and both of them fuck me at the same time."

I couldn't hold back any longer, "Well, what happened last night?" 

"We fucked."

"I know that! What was it like and what are you going to share with me?" 

Janet responded, "He's got a big dick and he knows how to use it. You know how much I love oral sex and how much I love sucking a hard dick. She looked into my eyes and continued, "I couldn't wait to suck his dick and I didn't want to stop. He's got great control and we had a lot of fun. I really loved sucking his big dick and he's pretty good, too."

I was becoming intimidated asking my wife what she'd done with Mike especially since I knew anyway, but I was determined not to let on about that, "What else did you do?"

Janet replied, "You know how much I need to be fucked once I've cum a bunch of times and I'm really turned on." Yeah, I did, she's got to be fucked at that point. She paused before she went on, "We made love...we did the humpty hump. Yeah we did, a whole bunch and I really liked it."

"What are you going to do now, would you like to do it again?" I asked. 

Janet looked into my eyes and then at the erection in my shorts and her eyes widened. "I'm going to fuck him again but you are not going to have sex with another woman. For that matter, you'll have sex with me when I want you and then it will be on my terms. Do you think you can handle that? If you think you can be my cuckold I am not going to play around."

My dick was as hard as it had been in years and it was giving me away again. My wife was telling me that I was her cuckold and she was in control of our relationship. She would have sex with other men and she would have sex with me, but I would be second. 

I thought of what she'd said a few minutes earlier. "What were you saying about Mike bringing in another guy and the three of you doing something together? Would you like that?" 

Janet replied, "I don't know but it sounds really 'hot' to me. I'm married, remember? I've never fantasized about that one. You're ten years older than me, Remember?" I did remember. My first wife, Linda, and I had enjoyed several threesomes and I'd watched my best high school friend fuck her while she'd begged him not to stop. He'd fucked her brains out and I had been left out. My thoughts were of my wife being fucked while she sucked another guy's dick.

I asked her, "If she was interested in experiencing that scenario, Mike and another man, if she'd like it?" 

"Of course, I'd like it, any women would. All of this is so bizarre. I'd never thought about sex with other men when we married. What's strange is now that it's happened and after last night, which I liked a lot; I can see us in a cuckold relationship. Again, it's going to be totally on my terms. I'll tell you what I want; I mean what guy I'm having sex with.

My dick was hard as I thought about that, but as long as she was at Mike's condominium I had that covered. I had to see what she was doing. "Well, when are you going to be with Mike again?" I asked.

Janet's forehead wrinkled as she thought about the previous evening and how Mike fucked her before she looked up at me and said, "I can't wait too long., but from now on everything will be based totally upon my terms. What Mike and I do will be between us. If I have sex with a friend of his it will be my decision whether I tell you about it. What I'll tell you will be limited, but yeah, after last night, I'd love it. The question is Sweetheart, are you willing to be my cuckold?"

"I found it hard to respond, but I finally responded, "Yes, I'm your cuckold, Baby, and my dick will be waiting for you whenever you want it."

"Mike thinks you were born a cuckold, poor Baby. He says he's done you a favor because your dick will be hard all the time now. Seriously, you are my cuckold from now on. You're just going to have to get over me. I'll tell you when I want to be with Mike, if I have the opportunity. That doesn't mean I won't take advantage of opportunities that occur to be with him or any man. If I'm unable to tell you until afterwards that's just life. You might not know about it until ten minutes before it happens if we're at the club and then again you might not even know about it. Look it, you're my cuckold. One thing you can be certain of Honey, you'll be eating my pussy every time another man fills it full of his cum." 

"That makes my dick hard", I replied.

She smiled at me and stuck her tongue out suggestively, "You're a cumslut."

She continued, "This will be an interesting test for you; taking your wife, me, to the club for another man to fuck until he's satisfied me. That means you won't need to satisfy me, Sweetheart. You'll have to remember when we're at the club you're my cuckold and you will respect any man I am with especially Mike. He'll be fucking me a whole lot more than you will." 

I knew I should have said say, no, but I didn't. The idea of Janet fucking someone else was too powerful for me.

Chapter-7 (I'm her cuckold now)

The next week I had a few problems at work that required more time at the office than usual. I got home on Tuesday evening later than normal. Janet already had dinner waiting and when I sat down she told me she'd called Mike before I go home. I asked her what they'd discussed and she told me she'd told him about our new 'arrangement'. When I asked her to expand on what they'd discussed she laughed and said, "I told Mike you've become my cuckold." 

My dick immediately hardened in my shorts. "What did he say?" 

She laughed loudly and said, "He thinks that you will be a perfect cuckold for me, especially since it was your idea to begin with...well, sort of. He wants to fuck me both Friday night and Saturday night."

I replied, "I think you're getting a good start." 

Janet's eyes widened as she said, "Don't you know it, Baby. I got so horny talking to Mike; I need you to lick my pussy tonight. I don't want to make love, but I need your tongue tonight, Baby."

I licked Janet's pussy Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday night, but she didn't want us to have sex. I ended up masturbating every night as I satisfied her. During the day my dick was hard most of the time and I knew I would be jacking off at the Holiday Inn all weekend while I watched Mike fuck my wife. Strangely I wasn't overly jealous, but I was horny.

On Friday evening I washed out her bathroom and filled the bathtub. I lit several candles for her and created an erotic atmosphere for her and then I made her a drink. Then I hurried to the cleaners to pick up some of her club wear, which I'd dropped off to be cleaned. I dropped it off as she requested and then I bought dinner for us 'to go' at Bennigans. 

When I came home to get ready Janet was just wearing a silk kimono and she was naked underneath it. She had shaved her pussy and plucked her eyebrows and put her make up on and he perfume made my dick hardened immediately. She smiled at me and said, "I love you more than ever for becoming my cuckold. I can't believe I'm so horny all the time now. I didn't realize how much I missed being with other men. I can't keep my eyes off them." 

We left for the club and I knew I would hurry over to the Holiday Inn Select again to watch Mike fuck my sexy young wife, again.



Watching Her... Again



I still could not believe what I had seen while watching my wife. I could not get it out of my mind over the next few days – in fact, just thinking about it caused a stirring between my legs. I found myself waiting hopefully for the next opportunity to watch her, but the next chance never seemed to come. After about a week, I finally decided to try to set up an opportunity. We were watching television and I put on a big show about being tired and was going to turn in early. "Why don't you stay up?" I asked Linda. She looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "I think I will – I'm not tired yet."

My heart jumped as I walked over to her and kissed her good night. I handed her the remote and said, "Have fun," I went into the bedroom and climbed into the bed. As I lay there, I could barely contain my excitement as I waited, hoping that the previous scenario would repeat itself. I kept glancing over at the clock as the minutes passed, and as the time went on, I started worrying that nothing would happen. Just about the time I began to lose hope, I heard her voice – "Are you asleep? Mike, are you asleep?" I lay there as quietly as I could, and then heard the bedroom door softly close. Yes! It looked like there was a chance I would be rewarded for my wait. 

I waited for what seemed like an eternity, then quickly got up and quietly opened the door. I could hear the sounds of the television as I went down the short hallway, and then peeked around the corner into the den. My heart jumped as I looked over at Linda, who had already removed her tank top, and was leaning against the back of the couch, her bare breasts brightened by the light coming from the television, her nipples hard and protruding straight out. I could feel my erection already beginning. I glanced over at the television and could see a girl watching television herself, and running her hands all over her body, and Linda seemed to be duplicating each move, except that the girl on the screen was totally nude. It wasn't but another minute until Linda was slipping down her shorts and kicking them to the side, and joined the girl on the screen in total nudity. 

Linda spread her legs and her hand was quickly between them, stroking herself, slowly at first, and then a bit faster. I reached down and released my ever - hardening erection, and slowly began to stroke it. Linda had moved her other hand to her breast, and began to squeeze it gently, and flicked her hard nipple with her thumb. I moved my eyes away from Linda to take a peek at the television, just in time to see the girl lift her breast slightly, bend her head down and take her nipple into her mouth. Looking back over at Linda, I saw her duplicate the action. I couldn't help but stroke myself a little faster, but was determined that I was going to see the whole show.

It wasn't but a couple of minutes later that Linda began moving her fingers between her legs, and her pace was definitely getting faster. Her other hand was pulling at her nipple, and her legs were spread as wide as I had ever seen. A couple of her fingers disappeared into her wetness, and her moans began to drown out what sound there was coming from the television. I glanced down at my erection and saw a big drop at the end, and I found myself wishing Linda would come over and lick it off, but looking back over at her, I could see that she was about to come. I heard a loud groan coming from the screen, and it was soon drowned out by Linda as she pulled hard on her nipple and plunged her fingers deep inside of her, and let out a loud moan, that left no doubt as to how turned on she was. I watched her as her hips bucked a few times, and her hands continued working, and then as she slowed down to soft stroking. She leaned her head back on the couch, and all I could see was her chest rising and falling as her breathing slowed.

I was hard as a rock, having just watched my beautiful wife pleasure herself, and stroked myself as much as I could without coming. As I looked at her lying back, a thought hit me – it was a bit daring, and I hoped that Linda would not be mad. I made sure her eyes were closed, and then moved quietly toward the couch. As I got closer, it appeared that she had either passed out, or was just content to lie there silently. I knelt in front of her widespread legs, took a deep breath, and leaned forward and softly kissed the swollen, wet lips between her legs. I looked up as her eyes flew open wide, and I smiled at her and put my finger to my lips, indicating for her to be quiet. I leaned back down and ran my tongue over her smooth lips, and I could taste the sweet juices that remained. Her clit was still quite swollen and I licked it slowly, and it didn't take much until her hip were moving again, and her breathing increased as well.

My mouth began to work much faster, and as my tongue was running all over her, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me in closer. Her body was moving so much, I knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. I increased the pressure of my tongue, and then I heard her voice.

"Ohhhhhhh...please fuck me..."

I needed no more instructions as I straightened up, pointing my penis directly between her legs. I moved forward just a bit, and slid deep inside her in one long stroke. That was all it took for Linda, and she let out a loud moan as she came. I moved in and out of her quickly, and knew it wouldn't take much more than a few strokes. She pushed against me as she came, and said, 'Give it to me, babe, give it to me," and as she did, I pressed deep inside her one more time, and exploded into her, finally releasing what had been building up since watching her. I continued to pump as she held me close, and finally I began to slow down, and collapsed onto her, the only sound being the heavy breathing of both of us.

After a few minutes, Linda said, "How long were you watching me before you came in here?" I raised myself up and grinned at her, replying, "Long enough to see everything."

She closed her eyes and softly said, "I am so embarrassed, by you seeing me."

I kissed her lips and said, "Don't be...it was so beautiful watching you, and I have to admit, it turned me on tremendously. As a matter of face, I actually saw you for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and I was hoping that I might be able to see you again."

She gave me a playful slap on my head and said, "You pervert... so this wasn't even the first time. Now I really am embarrassed."

I kissed her again, gave her a big grin, and said, "Don't be."