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Watching Tania

By: English Bob



It had been a fantasy of mine for months – years really – and finally, it looked like it was actually going to happen. In fact I thought that Tania, my young wife of only six months, would be up for it right away; we had enjoyed a healthy and most varied sex life right from the first time we met, but it still took quite a lot of fast talking and persuading – not to mention a whole bottle of red wine – before she actually agreed.

But now we were all set up. I had purchased a web camera and hooked it up to our new computer. The lighting in the spare bedroom was set just right and Tania had bought a bright, multi-coloured top and a pair of pale pink shorts just for the occasion. Everything was finally right, everything was finally ready. I was about to share my beautiful and sexy wife with the world!

To start with, Tania simply sat next to me in front of the monitor as we trawled the World Wide Web looking for a suitable chat room that would support a web camera. I knew from experience that most of these rooms were habitually inhabited by sex hungry men that would virtually beg for the merest glimpse of Tania’s breasts, let alone any more. As far as I was concerned, and, I think, Tania too by then, the more and varied the audience we managed to attract, the more turned on we would get.

The first room we decided to populate was a bit of a let down. There were plenty of guys around but none seemed to have a cam to share with us (Tania had said that it would be more fun if there were a reciprocal guy or even a couple so that we could see how aroused we got our audience). As soon as the men realised that there was a woman in the room they were all screaming for her to get naked – and they weren’t being too polite about it either! The next two rooms were much the same and I could sense that Tania was becoming a little disheartened. Concerned that she would back out at the last moment, so to speak, I encouraged her to start on a second bottle of wine and quickly put my mind to finding a more suitable room.

The fourth room we found seemed a little quieter and was clearly more targeted towards couples. We watched a slightly older couple touching each other for a few minutes and then a younger black guy masturbating by himself. Both Tania and myself were intrigued by the size of the black guy’s cock which seemed to be at least twelve inches in length and very thick around.

“Wow!” Tania exclaimed. “That’s a hell of a dick!”

I looked at her and nodded my agreement. Tania’s eyes were wide open as she gawped at the screen and it was clear that she was becoming quite aroused by the sight. I smiled to myself, this was exactly the kind of reaction that I was hoping for.

“Perhaps you should show him a little something to help him along?” I asked casually.

Tania looked directly into my eyes and grinned. I knew she was going to go along with my fantasy now. She sauntered a little drunkenly over to the sofa that we had set up in front of the camera and sat. She looked down at the carpet demurely with her hands in her lap and waited. Quickly I typed a message to the black guy who was still slowly stroking his huge, swollen appendage.

The reply to my message was almost instantaneous and was exactly what I had been expecting: of course he wanted to see my wife on camera. He said that he loved white women and indicated that seeing her would get him off in the extremely near future!

With slightly shaking hands I switched our camera on. A second cam window popped up on the screen and I could see both Tania and the black guy side by side. I nodded to Tania, indicating that she was now being broadcast to the world and then clicked the button on the computer which also sent both video feeds to the large screen TV that we had in the room so that Tania could see as well.

“God! That’s a nice looking cock!” Tania said a little breathlessly as she watched the screen.

“He said he’s getting ready to cum,” I replied, “you going to show him a little something to help him get off?”

Again, Tania looked down demurely and I had a moments panic when i thought that she might refuse. But when she looked back up again there was a wicked glint in her eye.

“I’m going to do it!”

My mouth hung open and I saw the black guy’s penis swell even larger as Tania gripped the hem of her blouse and pulled it up over the swell of her breasts. She had deliberately not worn a bra and I guessed that panties had probably gone the same way.

“Play with them, baby!” I said hurriedly. I could feel my own erection pressing urgently against my pants and wanted to keep her going.

Tania’s fingers began to circle her already hardened nipples as she teased them up into tight little points. The black guy was stroking faster and faster now – obviously enjoying my wife’s display of nudity as much as I was. And as much as everyone else was too, I noticed. Word in the chat room had clearly spread very quickly and I could see from the counter that now nearly every person in the room was watching Tania. So many messages were popping up all over my screen with words of encouragement, praise and just straight offers of sex that I was so busy closing them down and trying to answer as many as possible that I almost missed the black guys cock exploding in a torrent of sperm.

“Oh my God!” Tania exclaimed as she gripped her breasts a little more tightly. “He’s cumming!”

I turned and watched the larger screen as the milky-white fluid continued to pump from the tip of the large black penis. His pendulous balls seemed to shudder as they emptied and when he was finally spent, I think that Tania and I were nearly as breathless as him.

The black man’s camera eventually went dead as he switched it off (I guess the visual equivalent of rolling over, farting and falling asleep!). I wondered if, at that point, Tania would reckon her work complete and want to finish, but I was wrong there. My wife showed no intention of moving from the sofa and was still idly toying with her hard, naked nipples.

“Let’s find another!” She said quickly. “That guy really turned me on!”

Messages were still littering the screen and I tried to read each one quickly before closing them down or replying. Most – quite naturally – were from men, but after a few moments I saw a message box from someone with the nickname “Lucky Lady”.

I was immediately intrigued. Neither I – nor Tania, I think – had envisaged a “one to one” camera session with another woman. “Your wife is beautiful.” The message read. “Perhaps we could both be lucky ladies tonight?”

Immediately I sent back a message thanking Lucky Lady for her compliment and wondering (optimistically, I thought) if she would enjoy chatting with us while she watched my wife and whether or not she also possessed a camera. Her speedy reply surprised me. It transpired that not only did she have a web camera, but that her husband was operating it and using their computer in just the same way as I was!

Initially I thought that this must be too good to be true. She must be a fake – or worse a web-hooker; baiting us and then demanding money to go any further. But there was something in her tone that led me to think that she might just be on the level. At least it was worth a try, I thought.

“There seems to be a couple keen to chat to us, darling.” I said to Tania. “Not sure if they are for real but would you like to go ahead?”

Tania’s nipples were now red and swollen with all the attention she had been giving them.

“Hell yes!” She almost gasped. “Is she on the camera or him?”

“No idea. Would you like me to find out first?”

“Don’t bother! I don’t really care at this stage!”

I smiled and clicked on to Lucky Lady’s camera. At first I could hardly believe my eyes, but as the video feed came into focus, I felt the hardness beneath my jeans surge into a solid, full-blown, raging erection that just wouldn’t lie down.

“Oh, wow!” Tania breathed, clearly agreeing with my assessment of Luck Lady. “She looks so fucking sexy!”

This was, in my opinion, understating it. Lucky Lady was blonde and I would have guessed in her early forties. The camera had picked her up in front of the bedroom mirror putting the finishing touches to her make-up. She wore a thin white top that clung to her ample breasts, white stiletto shoes and white stockings that were held in place by a frilly suspender belt. White, lace panties added the finishing touch to what was an extremely erotic ensemble.

“My wife is called Sophie and I’m Alan.” The message flashed across the screen and annoyingly obliterated a little of the view I and Tania had of Sophie’s legs. I sent back a reply stating that they were talking to Tania and Mike and that we were very pleased to meet them.

“Tania looks very sexy with her tits out like that!” Alan said. “Don’t worry, Sophie will be getting hers out pretty soon as well I expect!”

“God, I hope so,” I replied, “looks from here like Sophie has a great body.”

For a few minutes, Alan and I chatted back and forth while Sophie finished preparing herself. It transpired that, although Tania and I were first-time broadcasters, Alan and Sophie had done this many times before and used one of their “shows” as a prelude to a good old-fashioned sex session.

“How many people are watching your camera?” Alan asked

I hadn’t checked recently and when I looked was surprised to see that the number was above thirty. I messaged Alan and told him.

“Right now we have sixty-three on ours! Hold on, I’ll tell a few of our regular audience to open up your cam as well.”

I looked down at the counter as it started to rise dramatically. Thirty-five….forty…..fifty….fifty-five…it just kept rising until it seemed to reach a peak at sixty-two.

“If you are anything like me,” Alan said, “the more guys and girls that are watching means the more turned on you get!”

I agreed with him and smiled over at Tania who was following our typed conversation with interest

“Looks like you’ve found a friend there.” She stated with a grin. “Must be more men out there that like to show off their wives than I thought!”

But despite her acting so nonchalantly, I knew that Tania was as excited by what was happening as I was. We both knew that Alan and Sophie were practiced at this but still we didn’t really know what to expect.

As if reading our minds, Alan suddenly messaged me back.

“I think Sophie is finally ready now.” He said. “So why don’t you just get Tania to follow her lead and I reckon we’ll give all these folks a great show!”

Tania nodded her agreement to me and we both looked up at the screen. Sophie was moving toward a bed in the middle of the room now and was gyrating her body as if to music. She twisted herself this way and that, displaying her semi-clothed curves and long tapering legs until she finally sprawled herself on top of the bedspread and looked sexily into the camera. Very slowly she began to peel the lace panties over her hips. She was careful not to give the camera – and thus her audience – too many glimpses of her vagina, but from the odd glance that I got, I could see that she was neatly shaved down there, just like Tania.

Sophie’s top was next and as she leered lustfully into the camera she hoisted the hem up above her tits and gave us all a fantastic view of her large, rounded breasts.

“You like that view?” Alan asked.

It was a good job that we were typing because I was almost speechless with lust. I nodded uselessly, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t see me. 

But he could see Tania of course. And so could the….wow!….eighty-five other people that were watching.

“That looks like a challenge!” Tania suddenly said as she wriggled on the sofa. “Time to get naked, I think!”

My gaze was split between the TV screen and my real-life wife as I watched her hoist up her legs and pull the shorts down over her bare feet and toss them to one side.

With her shorts now discarded on the floor, Tania, with a flourish, pulled her top over her head and then sat back on the sofa completely naked. Her knees were still pressed tightly together to preserve a little more mystery but a wicked grin was pasted on her face and seemed to split her complexion from ear to ear.

“Very tasty!” came the inevitable message from Alan. I had turned off all the other private messages that had been showering my computer so that we could talk uninterrupted.

“Love to see her pretty little cunt!” he continued.

“Tell him Sophie should go first!” Tania gasped from the sofa. “I know I’m not a lesbian but if I ever wanted to see between a girls’ legs it’s now!”

Quickly I related the message to Alan and waited patiently while watching the screen for Sophie’s camera. Again she smiled wickedly into the lens and licked her lips. I pressed my hand down onto the crotch of my jeans in a vain attempt to adjust my throbbing erection into a more comfortable position but didn’t take my eyes from the screen.

Slowly, Sophie lay back on the bed and spread her long, sexy legs. I heard Tania gasp next to me, both watching the other woman as she let her hand wander down between her thighs and start to play with her pussy. Her other hand slipped under her thin top and pinched each nipple in turn.

By this time, Tania and I were more than a little excited as we watched the older woman on the screen slowly stoke her clitoris as she moved closer and closer towards climax. Sophie’s eyes were tight shut and her fingers were moving faster and faster. I could see her legs quivering as she plunged her fingers into her own body and her mouth was opening and closing as she uttered her silent words of lust.

“She’s nearly there!” Alan messaged. I could almost see the excitement in his words. “She’ll have a surprise for you in a few minutes. She loves to finish herself off properly!”

“Oh, God, Mike!” Tania cried from the sofa, “I don’t know how much longer I can stand this! Sophie’s driving me nuts!”

“Me too.” I replied. “My cock is so hard, I think it’s going to explode!”

“When it’s my turn,” Tania continued, “let’s masturbate together, okay?”

This I had already planned on, but I hadn’t planned on seeing what Sophie was now about to do.

As I watched the screen, the blonde woman pulled herself up onto her spread knees, picked up a clear plastic dildo that was sitting on the bed-side table and then almost ripped her top off. Sophie’s large pendulous breasts seemed to almost burst out from the ruined top and she fingered the nipples lustfully.

The dildo was clasped tightly in Sophie’s right hand. Her head fell backwards as she penetrated herself and I watched her heavy breasts rise and fall rapidly as she began to climax. Her whole body trembled. Her legs lost their strength and within a few short seconds her voluptuous body fell backwards onto the bed in an exhausted but satisfied tangle of arms, legs, breasts and pussy.

“Wow!” Alan said over the message box. “I think I came nearly as hard as Sophie did! I hope we’re all going to get to see Tania cum too?”

“I don’t think there’s anything in this life could stop her!” I replied as Tania slithered off the sofa and squatted on the floor a little closer to the camera. She leaned back against the soft upholstery to give me (and, I’m sure, our growing audience) a better look at her spread, and by now, very moist pussy.

“Wow, nice body!” Alan said. “Tania’s getting me hard again!”

“I’m jerking off now.” I replied as I followed Tania’s suggestion and finally released my aching and swollen cock from the confines of my jeans. 

Tania and I had often indulged in mutual masturbation and both love it. We will often sit at either end of the bed and bring ourselves off while watching the other but this was the first time we knew that we had an audience – or at least Tania did!

As I rubbed and stroked my erect cock I watched Tania’s fingers playing inside her splayed, wet pussy. I could hear her noises as she slowly moved the digits in and out and was therefore most perturbed when she suddenly stopped.

“What…?” I complained.

“I also have a surprise!” My wife replied with a flashed grin.

As I watched, my stiff penis standing up and poking through the top of my fist, Tania delved into her purse and suddenly withdrew a bright pink vibrator. She held it up to her lips and licked the tip seductively.

“I bought this specially for this evening.” She purred. “Hope you like it!”

Again I was speechless and felt my cock twitch anxiously in my hand.

“You’ll have to be quick!” I gasped. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold onto my cum!”

Tania smiled at me and almost leaped back up onto the sofa. She lifted one leg high into the air, displaying her dripping pussy and sexy bare feet to the world. The still air of the room was suddenly filled with a low humming sound as she switched the mechanical cock on and the noise increased in pitch as she turned it up to its highest setting.

“Mmmmm…” She cooed, “This is going to be so good!”

My mind was racing and my loins aching for release as I watched my sweet wife slide the plastic appendage between the pouting lips of her pussy and then deep inside her. 

Tania gasped – as did I – when the buzzing vibrator buried completely in her pussy. Her eyes closed spontaneously and her painted lips parted as she moaned deeply. 

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot!” I cried as I pulled hard on my rod. “Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck that vib deep in your wet cunt!”

I don’t suppose that Tania had any intention of doing otherwise at that point but it seemed to turn her - and me - on as I said it. Her hand pushed the plastic device in and out of her soaked snatch increasing the speed and varying the angle of entry so that she maintained the maximum amount of pressure on her swollen (and highly visible) clitoris. Her moans of pleasure had become gasps of lust as she neared her orgasm and as I watched her pretty toes curl and her back arch deeply in inevitable anticipation, I felt the semen start to rush from my balls.

As we had hoped, we both climaxed simultaneously. Both of us were unaware of the messages being flashed up by our excited audience as we were completely lost in our own private (but not too private) world of masturbatory lust.

Tania and I never came across Alan and his sexy wife Sophie again since that evening – and it has not been for the want of trying! They had logged off by the time either my wife or I were recovered enough to look back at the computer screen and as much as we tried to message them it was clear that they were gone for good. In the weeks that followed, we looked for them almost every night – and always the night ending without being able to contact them.

Tania gives a great show on our web camera almost every evening now and sometimes I will even join her in front of the cam to get my cock sucked or to fuck her pussy – last week she was even horny enough to insist that I stick my cock in her ass while we were on camera – trust me we got a lot of spectators for that one!

But I often wonder what became of our friends Alan and Sophie. Were more people watching Sophie that night or was everyone watching Tania?

The End 

Watching Tanya Ch. 01



We all love to show off that which we are most proud of. When a kid gets a new toy, he wants to show it to all his friends and say "Look what I got." When we take pride in what we have, it is normal to want to share, and let others envy you. It just sort of makes you feel rich to look someone in the eye and say "This belongs to me, and I'm the luckiest person in the world." That's how I feel about my wife. 

I think maybe that's why I originally became interested in the swinging lifestyle. I'm not interested in having sex with other people. I'm interested in other people experiencing my incredible wife, and then saying "Man, you're a lucky guy! How in the hell did you luck into marrying her?" Of course, she's not interested in swinging, so it's only a fantasy. Still, I look at the people we know, all the people who look at my wife, and know she's the better half of us, and crave the opportunity to show someone the other side of my wife, that which is the most amazing aspect of her. At her most intimate moments, when you see the look of lust in her eyes as you slide a hand between her legs, that's what I crave to show someone else. I crave seeing another person admiring her incredible naked body, wondering what it would be like to slide himself inside her, and ultimately seeing that look of lust up close as he feels the warmth and wetness wrap around his hard cock. The fantasy drives me insane. 

Once in a while, chance circumstance presents incredible opportunity. We had gotten our hands on a timeshare in Florida for a week. It was a beach house on the Gulf in a little town that closes its doors at dark. At night, you could walk for miles, and MAYBE see one or two others walking in the moonlight. Down the road was a state park that had a 7 mile stretch of beach so deserted that you could safely skinny-dip in the ocean, only white sand and surf as far as the eye could see. We had stayed there before with her entire family, but this year, we got it to ourselves.

Tanya and I planned our trip, and discussed the financial situation. It would be very tight, but we would be able to pull it off for a week as long as we didn't spend any unnecessary money. I thought about that big house and asked Tanya how she might feel about inviting another couple to split the expenses. While she was looking forward to having wild sex in every bed, it would benefit us greatly if we split it with someone else. We'd just have to keep the moaning to a minimum, and make sure our rooms were on the opposite ends of the house.

Tanya works a couple of blocks away, so we have lunch together every day. Usually, there are at least a couple of my coworkers with us, so they all know and like my wife. One of my coworkers has become a good friend, and while we don't hang out together outside of work, we do discuss everything. Frequently, our conversations have revolved around porn, or sex, and I've discussed Tanya with him on more than one occasion.

Brian hadn't been able to decide when he wanted to take vacation. He and his wife were as broke as we were, so they were faced with having to spend their vacation at home this year. He didn't relish the idea of spending his precious seven day escape from reality in the same place he lived the other 358 days a year. Here was my opportunity to fill the void.

I approached Brian and asked if he and his wife would be interested in going on vacation with us. I explained about the timeshare, and how cheap it would be if we split the cost. He was very interested, and immediately called his wife to ask if she wanted to do it. Of course, she said yes, so it was a done deal. I told Brian everything about the place, about how deserted it was, and about the deserted beach where you could go skinny-dipping. I told him we'd done it the last time we were there, and he was shocked. Then in true Brian form, he said what I had hoped to hear. "Dude, I don't know if I could go skinny-dipping with your wife. I wouldn't be able to come out of the water."

"Brian?" I asked, smiling, "You like my wife?"

"Dude, she's hot." He answered, "I mean, I'd never make a move on her, but...."

"I know." I laughed.

I knew Brian would never try anything with my wife. He's a genuinely good person who loves his wife, but just like me, he's a guy that appreciates what he has, but doesn't see any harm in looking. He loves porn, and the idea of seeing an attractive woman naked is always a turn-on, but when it comes down to it, he generally does the right thing. I had to make it the right thing to him.

"So you really think my wife is hot?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He answered.

"If you got the chance to see her naked, would you take it?" I asked.

"I don't know." He said.

"If I threw out a stack of pictures, would you want to see them?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" he answered.

"Well, I don't have any naked pictures of her right now." I answered to his disappointment, "But I can offer you one better." I finished.

Brian looked puzzled, not sure of what I meant. He'd just admitted that he would love to see her naked, and would look at nude pictures of her if I offered them to him. I had just pushed the concept toward being "the right thing" in his eyes. I closed my office door just to make sure that nobody passing by might overhear my plan.

"Here's the deal." I began, "I like knowing that other guys want to bang my wife. She'd never do it, but I still like the idea. I know you'd never make a move on her, and I know she'd never accept if you did, BUT I'd still like to know what another guy thinks of her.

I've stayed in this beach house before. There's one bedroom downstairs in the back that has a sliding glass door that goes out on to a private patio. It's completely secluded, and she tanned out there topless for a little while last year. Because of the ocean, you can't hear if there's anyone outside the door, and it's completely dark at night. I'll take that back bedroom, and leave the curtains open, and anyone that happened to walk around there in the dark would have a clear view into the bedroom. Tanya stays up late, so if your wife goes to bed early, you could take a walk on the beach by yourself. You wouldn't be missed, and all you'd have to do is step around to the back of the house."

I could see the wheels turning in his head. This was an awkward conversation, but one I knew we would inevitably agree on. We both wanted him to see her naked, it was just a little uncomfortable for a woman's husband to offer the opportunity. 

"Are you interested?" I asked.

"Dude, I don't know." He answered, "What if I got caught?"

"By who?" I asked, "During the day, it's secluded enough to sun topless. Nobody outside would see you. Your wife would be asleep, and Tanya would be inside. She wouldn't be able to see through the glass because it's dark outside. And I'd cover for you if anything happened."

"Are you really serious about all of this?" he asked me.

"Absolutely." I answered, "But there is a catch."

I could see him starting to back off.

"It's no big deal." I said.

"What's the catch?" he asked cautiously.

"I want video." I answered, "You video everything you see when you're watching my wife, and you have my absolute permission to watch her naked every chance you get for the entire week. I get all the tapes when we leave."

"I don't know." He said hesitantly.

"Brian," I said, "I don't want you jerkin' off...."

"I wouldn't!" he answered quickly.

"I know." I continued, "If all you're doing is watching, then what's the problem with holding a camera while you're watching?"

"I don't know." He answered.

"Dude," I said, "Here's a chance for you to watch Tanya naked all week long, with my permission, and all you have to do is record what you see."

Brian thought about it for a minute. A once in a lifetime opportunity was coming along, and all he had to do was hold a camera.

"Tanya will be drinking quite a bit." I added, "And she stays horny when she's on vacation. There's really no telling what you'll see."

"What if I walk up on you two having sex?" he asked.

"Doesn't bother me." I answered, "I know you won't be watching me."

Brian kept thinking, and started grinning.

"I'll be honest." I said, "I've never done this before. You won't be giving me the tapes until the end of the vacation. I'll just assume you're watching her, but won't really know anything until I watch the tapes. There IS a possibility that I might change my mind during vacation, but I'll quietly let you know if I'm not taking it well. I'm giving you my permission, so if things change, I promise not to get mad at you for doing something that I asked you to do. BUT, if things go well, and we pull it off all week, and I don't have a change of heart, I'll make you one more promise."

"What?" he asked.

"I'll try to get you an opportunity to watch her with a vibrator." I said, "AND, she'll be drinking all week. At the end of the week, I'll get her drunk enough to pass out. If I can get her to pass out, I'll let you in the same room with her using the night-shot mode on the camera. You'll get to pull back the sheets yourself and take a really good look."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered.

Brian agreed, and we finalized some plans. We discussed it frequently for the next week as our vacation approached. The day came, and the four of us piled into a borrowed van for the long trip to Florida. Brian's wife Linda was a very friendly woman, but she was very insecure because of the amount of weight she had put on after they got married. Tanya and Linda got along great, and every once in a while, I would see Brian squirming nervously in his seat as he thought about the week ahead.

The girls would drag us into a conversation, and every time Tanya would talk to Brian, I could hear him trying to cover his own nervousness. He would laugh at something she said, but the second she looked away, his eyes went straight for her body, imagining what he would eventually get to see. I could feel the tension in my own body as I thought about what was coming. For eight hours in the van as we drove to Florida, Brian was picturing Tanya naked, and I was picturing him standing outside the glass door as Tanya casually undressed, oblivious to the person outside the window watching her during her most private moments. I had a hell of a time as I imagined my wife on the bed, her legs spread, fucking herself with a vibrator as Brian watched from the shadows. I was amazingly turned on as I thought about what this week would hold.

We pulled in to the driveway of the condo, and as soon as we walked into the house, I immediately headed down the stairs to the "furthest end of the house" that would muffle the most noise. Coincidentally, it was also the room with the secluded patio and sliding glass door.

For the next five days, we had a great time, and I never mentioned anything to Brian. While it was always at the back of my mind that he may, or may not have been watching, I got a thrill knowing his opportunities were there every night. I never saw any indication that we had a peeping Tom, which either meant he backed out, or he was making sure his tracks were covered. Tanya and I had sex numerous times, and I always positioned her so that he would get the best view. I made sure to give her at least one facial, because if he was watching, he deserved to see my amazing wife on her knees, cum dripping down her chin after sucking a hard cock. I think the look in her eyes at that moment had always been my favorite way to see her, and I nearly came again as she turned her head toward the door and began to lick the length of my shaft as the cum streamed from her beautiful mouth. I noticed her looking at the door, but knew she was looking at her reflection in the glass. I could only hope that Brian knew it too, and wasn't freaking out... IF he was even out there.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, Brian and I went for a walk. Once we were out of range for anyone to hear, I broke the silence.

"So, have you been watching?" I asked.

"Oh, My God, Dude!" he answered, "She is fucking awesome!"

"You have been recording everything, right?" I asked.

"Everything." He answered, "I'm on my third tape."

"No details." I answered, "I'll find out when I watch it."

"Man!" he said, "Thanks for letting me do this. Are you still OK with it?"

"Yep." I answered happily.

"So,... uh,... when are we going to do the rest of it?" he asked, "I mean, the vibrator, and her passing out? Are you still going to let me?"

"I'll try to pull off the vibrator tonight." I answered, "I'll get her really drunk and horny, but be too worn out to do anything. When Linda goes to bed, WE will make a run to the liquor store. Tanya will think we're gone, and she knows she'll have at least forty five minutes to bang one out before we get back. I'll let you out on the side of the road, and you slip back around. When she's done, you come back to the road and wait for me if I'm not back."

"Ok." He answered excitedly.

The images ran through my head, knowing Brian had actually been spying on my wife. I was incredibly turned on, thinking about what I would see when I watched the tapes, knowing I was watching my wife through another man's eyes, a voyeur's eyes. Tonight, I hoped he would get a real show. 

Tanya had brought the entire assortment of sex toys, and I decided to make myself an even naughtier wager. Her selection of sex toy would dictate what I would allow Brian to do tomorrow night if I could get her drunk enough to pass out. I decided that if she used her little bullet, Brian would get to pull back the sheets and take a very close look at my wife, scanning every inch of her body through the lens of the video camera in the dark. The second option was her rabbit, which she dearly loved. If Tanya used the rabbit, Brian would get to see an explosive orgasm as she jammed it between her legs. If she passed out tomorrow night, I'd let him feel her breasts as she slept, maybe allowing his hands to slide down between my wife's legs for a first hand experience. The third option was the evil one, the one that kind of scared me.

A few months ago, Tanya had bought a large, waterproof vibrator. She was interested in the different size, but I still had to push her to get it because of her fears that it was too large. After trying it the first time, she said it was ok, but it WAS too large, and she couldn't get much of it inside her. It was in the bag of toys when we came to Florida, and I wasn't the one that put it there. There was a chance that Brian might get to witness my wife sliding a large pulsing vibrator between her legs, something that I had only witnessed once. That vibrator had always held a place in my fantasies that depicted my wife as a slutty, cock hungry whore who craved a huge dick in her. It stuck, because she had always complained that it was "too big", which meant that if she was secretly using it, she was lying to her husband. If Tanya chose that one, I would give Brian permission to see how far he could get with the fantasy "cheating slut Tanya" while she was passed out.

I wrote my personal bet on a sheet of paper and stuffed it in my pocket. As promised, I got Tanya drunk and horny, and did my best to keep her that way all evening. When Linda went to bed, we had a couple more drinks, and I quietly teased Tanya. After a half-hour, I could tell that she was worked up and about to explode. I made my move and grabbed Brian to go to the liquor store with me. I could tell Tanya was at the point of needing a cold shower if I wasn't going to have sex with her, so the time was right.

Brian and I climbed in the car, and I pulled out onto the street. I pulled to the side to let him out, and made my trip to the liquor store alone. Driving down the deserted highway by myself, I knew Brian was watching my wife masturbate. There was a part of me that wanted her to choose the bullet so that all he would do is look.

There was another part of me that hoped she was laying sideways on the bed, her feet pointing toward the sliding glass door, jamming a monster vibrator in her pussy as she unknowingly put on a live sex show for Brian. That part of me wanted it to happen because of the bet I made to myself earlier that day. I wanted another man to fuck my wife, to feel her pussy wrap around his cock as he slid inside. 

The trip was over in a flash as my mind raced through the scenarios that might play out. I suddenly found myself back at the condo, pulling off on the side of the road to wait for Brian. He got back in the car, sweating profusely, his breath quivering with excitement.

"Did she do it?" I asked.

"OH... YES!" he said excitedly.

"You ready for her to be passed out tomorrow night?"

"Fuck yes!" he answered frantically.

I contemplated my personal bet with myself, and decided to bite the bullet and go through with it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the sheet of paper.

"Which toy did she use?" I asked.

"Dude!" he started, excited at what he had witnessed, "She started with this red one with the little fingers, but then she pulled out this big white one! Man! She went to town on it!"

I cringed. Half of me wanted to cancel the bet, and keep my wife's alleged virtue in tact. The naughty husband half that makes bets with himself, placing his wife's body on the line at her most vulnerable moment wanted me to forge ahead and let him see if he could get his cock inside my wife.

"Don't tell me any more." I said. 

We pulled into the driveway, and I walked down to my bedroom. Opening the door, I found my wife asleep. I took off my clothes and climbed in bed with her. Sliding my hands across her body, I snuggled close, feeling her naked flesh against mine, and contemplated allowing Brian to do the same with her tomorrow. Until now, all he had done was watch her. Did I want his hands holding these breasts? Did I want him to feel my wife's naked ass against his cock, like what I was feeling now? Did I want another man to violate my wife, carefully spreading her legs and trying to slip himself inside without waking her up? There was no guarantee that he would do it even if I offered, but still... did I really want to give him permission? Did I want to blindly leave a man alone with my unconscious wife, having no idea what happened until I watched the video later?

It was a sleepless night, and I paid for it the next morning. I was exhausted, but did my best to seem chipper and alert. Brian grinned at me all day as he contemplated that night. I still hadn't decided. Regardless, I was committed to getting Tanya drunk enough to pass out so that he could at least pull back the covers.

That night, we got the girls plastered, joking and laughing on our last night there. Brian and I mixed ourselves very weak drinks, while mixing the girls very strong drinks. Linda went to bed early, as usual, leaving the three of us sitting on the deck drinking quietly as we talked about everything that had happened on vacation. At least what Tanya was aware of. 

After about a half hour, I glanced over at my wife, and she was out cold. I reached over and shook her arm. She didn't budge. I rubbed her breasts through her shirt, and still, nothing. I spread her knees, and rubbed her covered pussy through the material, and she smiled lightly, but didn't budge. I motioned for Brian to help me, and we got her downstairs to the bedroom, laying her in the bed, still dressed. It was now or never, and I had to make a decision.

Brian and I returned upstairs and walked back out onto the deck. Pulling a quarter from my pocked, I flipped it in the air and caught it, slapping it down on the back of my hand.

"Heads or tails?" I asked.

"Tails?" he replied curiously.

I lifted my hand, and it was tails.

"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath, "She's still dressed down there. I'm going to stay here. Get the video camera, and make sure you record everything. And I mean everything. I want to see it all."




Watching Tanya Ch. 01



"Ok?" he answered, "But she's still dressed."

"I know." I answered, "Be very careful, and quiet. Don't say a word. I'm going to let you undress her. In the dark, if she starts coming to, she'll assume you're me. Don't say anything."

"Are you serious?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah." I answered calmly, "And I'm going to let you see how far you can get with her. What you do is completely up to you, and you have my permission. If you want to fuck her, and can do it without waking her up, go for it, but do not cum inside her. Even if she starts to wake up, she's so drunk she won't really know what's going on, so don't panic if she makes a sound. Just calmly leave and come get me. Honestly, she's so out of it, you should be safe as long as you're quiet and careful."

Brian sat silently, staring at me with his mouth half open, in total disbelief that I was going to let him try more with my wife.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah." I answered calmly, "I've always wanted to see her fuck another guy, but I know it will never happen voluntarily. This is the one opportunity I will ever get, and you just happen to be the guy in the right place at the right time. You do what you want as long as you don't cum inside her. If all you want to do is strip her and look, that's your call, but I'm letting you go as far as you want."

"You don't seem ok with this." He said.

"We all fear the unknown." I answered, "I don't know how I'll handle it, but if I don't let you do it, I'll be kicking myself for the next fifty years. I would rather be pissed at myself and know I don't want to do it again, than always wonder what would have been. In a way, I need you to do this to resolve the conflict. I promise not to get mad at you."

"I don't know." He answered cautiously.

"Brian," I said, "this is a one time thing. I WANT you to do it. Play it by ear and see where it goes, but I'm telling you to go do this. When it's done, I want you to bring me all the tapes. Don't give me any details, and don't bring it up again. When you put the tapes in my hand, it's over, and it's as if it never happened."

"Ok." He said, "I'm going downstairs."

"Brian," I said, "Clean her up when you're done. If you're going to cum all over my wife, I don't want to know about it until I see it on the tape. I also don't want to sleep in a wet spot."

Brian grinned and quietly walked down the stairs and out of site. I was tempted to walk around the back and spy on my own wife, but realized that the lights would be off, and Brian had the camera with him. I sat quietly on the deck, sipping my drink, and trying to blur the images from my head. I felt a cringe of guilt as I contemplated the idea that I had given another man permission to violate my wife, and she was passed out cold, having no clue what was being done to her body. Maybe he decided to go easy, copping a feel here and there as he pulled her clothes off.

A light came on in the house, catching my attention. I turned to see which one, and it was Brian's bedroom light. Linda was awake, and I might have to cover for Brian. I quietly stepped across the deck and peered through the window. After this entire week, I suddenly found myself spying on Brian's wife. She was going to the bathroom, and I watched her stagger across the room, half drunk, half asleep. She was naked, and for a larger woman, she wasn't bad, certainly not enough to be insecure. While she was overweight, her body had nice form. She staggered back from the bathroom, and climbed back in bed, passing out quickly.

I stepped around the side of the house and looked at the dark, black sliding glass door. I saw nothing but blackness, and heard only the ocean. What was happening in there, I was not meant to see. As if it was none of my business, whatever was being done to my wife was private. I felt knots in my stomach, but at the same time, my cock was bulging in my pants. I once thought I caught a glimpse of the light from the viewfinder on the camera, but as I strained to see it again, I saw nothing. 

Returning to the deck, I sat in my chair and waited, sipping my drink as I tried to stay calm. I heard the door open, and Brian walked out onto the deck. He lit a cigarette and sat in the chair across from me, leaning out to hand me the tapes. Things were quiet as we stared at each other, and I could tell from his appearance that he had cum. Whether he had fucked her, or simply jerked off, I couldn't tell. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but he had handed me the tapes, so it had ended, and it was as if it never happened now. What was on the tapes had become ancient history, and no grudges could be held.

Brian finished his cigarette and told me goodnight, walking inside the house. I watched his bedroom light come on, but stayed in my seat for a few more minutes. I finally worked up the nerve to walk downstairs and see what condition my wife was in. The knots in my stomach grew with every step, and I found the bedroom door closed. I thought about how I left Tanya on the bed, and contemplated how I would find her when I opened the door.

I turned the knob and pushed the door open, feeling my way into the blackness. I reached for the bathroom light, and closed my eyes as I flipped the switch, not really wanting to see, secretly wanting to prolong the anticipation. This was done. It was over. However I found my wife, things could only move forward from here. I slowly opened my eyes and my heart jumped into my throat. The wife that I had left dressed was now naked, laying on her back, legs spread, and pussy in full view. The blankets were in the floor, and her body was wet. The sheets were crumpled, and my wife lay there limp, sleeping soundly, her breasts heaving up and down slowly as she breathed in and out. Her hair was wet, as was her pussy.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at every inch of my used wife. I gently ran my fingers over her lips. They were moist. I looked in the floor next to the nightstand, and saw a wet wash cloth. Her skin was wet, and I pictured him wiping her body with the rag. The hair between her legs was parted, and still wet, and I knew he'd had the washcloth there. I gently slid my finger between legs, rubbing lightly between her lips. They were slick, and my finger glided in easily. My wife had been fucked.

What's done is done, and my fantasy had been somewhat fulfilled. My wife had been fucked by another man, yet neither of us knew what happened. The tapes in my hand held all the answers, but I would not know until I could watch them at home. There was still an eight hour trip home with the man who fucked her between me, and knowing what actually happened to my wife.



Watching Tanya Ch. 02



For two weeks I've held these tapes. I know they contain footage of my wife during her most intimate moments, as seen through the eyes of a voyeur I brought in to watch her. This vacation had been the most incredibly erotic experience of my life, but at the same time, the contents of these tapes have kept my stomach tied in knots. 

Brian hasn't brought it up because I told him that at the moment he placed the tapes of my wife in my hand, we agreed that the entire event never happened. It was ancient history, and never to be discussed again. I have no clue what he actually saw, but more importantly, the last tape... the night my wife passed out, and I gave Brian permission to have his way, is still a mystery. While every indication is that he fucked her, I still don't know, and haven't had the opportunity to watch the tapes. My only clue was seeing my wife, naked and spread on open display for me after he had left her, her body wet from wiping her down after he used her. I won't know until I watch the tapes.

Tanya and our daughter have gone to make their rounds at the community yard sales. They'll be gone for several hours, and I sit here with the tapes in hand, trying to work up the courage to plug the video camera into the television. A part of me is ashamed that I allowed my wife to be violated, yet another part of me wants to start the tape and see what's there, the sheer thrill of a deed so evil compelling me to relive the violation in a deeper light, seeing my wife through another pervert's eyes. What I hold now is even more erotic than when it was happening, because then, I could only guess if he was watching, where now, I can actually see what he recorded for me. I'm a good husband who loves his wife deeply. I'm also an adventurous man that wants his better half to fully explore all things pleasurable, to share in his perversion. I guess the guilt comes from knowing that she was an unwilling participant for an entire week.

I plug the video camera into the DVD recorder. I need to dub off the tapes, and then destroy them to eliminate all the evidence. All the evidence except for a skinny little DVD that I can watch when needed and hide almost anywhere. I'm not ready yet. I'll start the recording and turn off the television. It's playing. Its recording. I'm not ready to watch. I do this all day, dubbing the tapes to DVD, but still afraid to press the play button. With each tape that finishes, the DVD menu pops up, and I catch tiny thumbnails of images that I know are my wife. 

Ok, it's now or never. Everything is on a single DVD, and all I have to do is press play. I'm about to watch a man spying on my wife doing what until now, only I have seen. I'm about to look through his eyes as he lusts for my wife from the darkness. The time to imagine has ended, and it's time to see it for real. I push the button.....

The screen turns black, and I hear the ocean in the background. I hear the crackle of the plastic parts on the camera being bumped around in the darkness as Brian made his way around the side of the condo to spy on my wife. Finally, a bright streak jumps into frame. It's my bedroom light shining through the sliding glass door. It centers and focuses, and I see my wife walking into the room alone, closing the door behind her. I can hear Brian breathing rapidly, quivering with anticipation in knowing what was about to come. He slowly zooms in, and I see Tanya's face clearly.

She's oblivious to the camera as she walks around the room, preparing for bed. Innocent... unassuming... my wife as she is when I'm not there. Finally, Brian zooms out, and I watch as Tanya pulls off her shirt.

"Oh, shit." Brian whispered quietly, a quiver in his voice. "Here she goes Dude."

Tanya reaches around behind her and unfastens her bra. The straps drop down over her shoulders and I hear Brian again.

"Come on Baby, show me those titties."

Tanya slides off her bra, exposing her breasts to her voyeur. He zooms in, getting a better view, panning up to her face as she walks around. Suddenly, she grabs her night gown and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Fuck." Brian says as he begins to leave. The screen goes black again, but he's still recording as he makes his way around the side of the house again. He starts talking to me.

"Man!" he begins, "Your wife has some nice tits. I wish I could have gotten a peek at her pussy, but I'm sure I'll get a chance to see it pretty soon. I always wondered what Tanya's tits looked like, and I guess I know now. I wouldn't mind fucking the shit out of them.

I hope you don't mind if I get dirty when I talk. I guess if I'm going to be the perverted Peeping Tom, I might as well play the part. Hell, I'm kind of hoping to see her get fucked. Does she take it in the ass? I really hope I get to see her getting fucked in the ass."

The screen went blank for a second as the clip ended, and I hit the pause button. I contemplated what I had just seen. A good friend got a good look at my wife's tits, and then informed me that he would be getting pretty graphic when he talked about her. I have to admit, when he said he wanted to see her get fucked in the ass, the sheer bluntness of the comment was arousing. After all, he was talking about my wife.

I hit the play button again, and the first scene seemed to be repeating itself until he focused on her again, and I could tell that this was the following night. Tanya walked into the room, slightly sun burnt from the beach. 

"Ok, Tanya." He said softly, "Show me that pussy this time. I want to see you completely naked."

Tanya took off her T-shirt, and she was wearing her bathing suit underneath. 

"Yeah Baby!" he said, "Dude, I'm about to see everything your wife's got! Tits, ass, pussy.... Is that pussy shaved or hairy? I guess I'm about to find out."

She slipped the straps over her shoulders and pulled her top down to the waist.

"Love those titties." Brian whispered.

Tanya turned around and slipped her fingers into the sides of her bathing suit, slowly sliding it down, and giving Brian a clear view of her naked behind.

"Look at that ass." He whispered, "Your wife has a great ass. It's one of those you like to grab while you're pounding it from behind."

Yeah, he was right. I had always loved grabbing her ass while I'm pounding her. Little did he know, yet, that if he caught us having sex, he'd see it first hand.

Tanya finally turned around, and the camera angle dropped as Brian knelt down and zoomed in to her pussy. "Obviously, she shaves," he said, "but it's been a while. Look at that snatch. I can't believe you get to fuck that snatch, you lucky bastard."

My wife walked around the room, and pulled a bottle of lotion from the suitcase. She walked to the mirror and began to rub lotion over her burn, rubbing it into her skin slowly.

"Poor baby got burned." He said, "Give those tits some attention."

Tanya continued to rub in the lotion, but eventually moved to her breasts, massaging the lotion into them.

"Look at them move." He said, "That's fucking beautiful."

Tanya finished rubbing in her lotion and pulled a cigarette from her purse. We weren't smoking inside the house, so Brian knew she was about to come outside. He quickly stashed the camera in the bushes, flipping it over to night vision mode, and ran around the side of the house before he was caught. The camera angle was slightly skewed, but you could clearly see my naked wife cutting off the light, and walking out onto the secluded patio completely naked. She lit her cigarette, and held her arms out as she smoked, feeling the comfortable night air blowing across her naked body.

You could see the feelings of freedom in her face as she stood outside completely nude, completely relaxed. Something caught her attention, and she peeked around the corner of the house. Brian had gotten brave, and decided to "stagger drunkenly" to the side of the house to relieve himself. Tanya threw the cigarette over the fence, and jumped into the shadows as Brian turned the corner and walked to the edge of the bushes.

The frame was clear in the night vision mode. Brian was urinating in the bushes, and Tanya was standing nude less than three feet away. Close enough that she could have reached out and touched him. I could see her naughtily bite her lip as she grinned wickedly and stepped further away from the shadows. The roar of the ocean drowned out any footsteps, so she knew that Brian was oblivious to her presence. She stood directly behind him, getting braver as she moved out into the moonlight, ready to jump back into the shadows at a moments notice.

What Tanya didn't realize was that Brian suspected she was still outside. He was hoping to keep her trapped in the shadows, naked, able to get caught in a second. He was enjoying the power he had over my wife at the moment. Brian pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, keeping his back to Tanya, who he suspected was hiding in the shadows of the porch behind him. He smoked quietly, keeping his back to her. I could see her frozen in the shadows, unsure of what to feel. She was naked and vulnerable, yet she also wanted to get caught.

The video scene suddenly got bright, and I saw myself walk into the room. I could also see Tanya squat down into the shadows next to the table. She watched Brian drunkenly turn and look into the light, and I heard him say, "Shit, this is their bedroom!"

I watched myself grab something from our bag and leave the room, switching off the light as I left. At the time, I was completely oblivious to what was occurring outside, but I knew right now that Brian was completely aware that Tanya was out there with him.

"Dude," he said, "Why couldn't you have been your wife? I wouldn't mind seeing her." He said drunkenly. 

I could see Tanya look directly at him, and could tell she was somewhat shocked. He staggered back around the house to the deck, leaving Tanya naked on the patio alone. She carefully walked across and peered around the corner making sure he was gone. Then she stood with her back to the camera, and stared at the sliding glass door. I watched her squirm as she contemplated what was going on, as if she were a young girl doing something dirty for the first time. I contemplated what had occurred after that night, and wondered if my wife had started her own game.

Brian had to leave the camera there until he knew it was safe to come back for it. It recorded a lot of nothing, but it did catch Tanya occasionally slipping outside naked and staring at the door. At one point, she left the inside light on and walked toward it, trying to see out, then she stepped outside and looked inside our room. She had discovered the two way mirror effect. Lighting a cigarette, she dragged a chair to the edge of the frame, and placed it facing the camera. More importantly, her back would be to Brian if he staggered back down the side of the house. She put her feet up in the chair, and waved her legs open and closed, exposing her pussy to the night air. Occasionally, she would reach down and lightly stroke her pussy, on the off chance that Brian might come back and catch her. He didn't, but I wondered what would have happened if he had come back. Would she act shocked, and run? Would she act embarrassed, but stay? Would she play the drunk wife and let a friend cop a feel, knowing she wouldn't remember it in the morning? This was a side of my wife I had never seen. She finished her cigarette and turned in for the night, me coming in shortly afterward and going to bed myself.

The tape ran out before Brian came back, but I knew I hadn't missed anything. Tanya was already in bed, so unless she got out without me knowing, nothing else happened. The scene went black, and the next tape started. Again, it was in night vision mode, but Brian was walking down the beach at night, specifically so that he could talk openly to me on the tape.

"So did you catch that shit last night?" he asked. "I was hoping she might come out and let me see her naked, but she did a pretty good job of hiding in the shadows. I knew she was there, but I couldn't see much of anything. 

I know, I took a real risk letting her know I wanted to see her naked. At least I hope she heard me. I guess we'll find out in a little while. If I slip back there and the curtains are still open, I'll know that she either didn't hear me, or wants me watching her. If the curtains are closed, then hopefully she'll think she caught it before I saw her."

The segment stopped, and started again as Brian walked down the side of the house to the private patio. It was in night vision mode again, and he carefully scanned everything in front of him, looking to make sure Tanya wasn't out there. He hoped he would see her before she saw him.

Just as he reaches the edge of the house, the scene got bright, and he turned off the night vision. He slowly stepped in front of the window, and I noticed that the curtains had been opened a little wider than the night before. I hadn't done it, and I knew Brian wouldn't risk it. 

This time, Tanya and I both were in there. Tanya walked into the bathroom as I lay on the bed and scanned the channels. Looking back, I knew what was happening now. This was the night Tanya was unusually horny, and now I knew why. She walked out wearing a very sexy nightgown, black with green lace, her tits about to pop out of it.

She straddled me on the bed, and I ran my fingers over the slick material of the ground. On the video, Brian spoke.

"Yeah Baby," he said, "You think she's just fucking you. She's really performing for me, hoping I'm out here watching her. I'll bet she makes eye contact with the glass."

Tanya lifted off her gown and ground her pussy into my crotch as she squeezed her breasts. At the time, I thought this was all for me, and was hoping Brian was catching it. We were all somewhat in the dark, oblivious to at least some of the facts. What I, as the mastermind, didn't know, was that now my wife was about to perform for another man, and it was him watching that turned her on, not the idea of getting fucked by me. I hit the stop button on the remote.

I realized the full evolution of that week as it pertained to my personal fantasies. While I was secretly fulfilling my voyeuristic fantasy of another guy watching my wife, she had discovered her exhibitionist side. I had a partner in crime, and she sincerely believed she was getting away with murder by playing the unwitting victim to Brian's "Peeping Tom." This opportunity was simply too good to pass up. It was time to have a talk with my wife.

Tanya came home, and our daughter changed and left again to go meet her boyfriend. I fixed Tanya a stiff drink, and we watched a porn movie that didn't star her. I let her get tipsy and horny, and gently let my fingers glide over her body, ensuring that she would be in the mood shortly.

The scene on the screen was a young blonde bent over a couch, getting pounded from behind. "I'd love to see some guy doing that to you." I said, expecting the usual apology that she could never bring herself to do it. My comment was met with silence, but a gentle squirm as her hand slid down her body.

"Maybe someday." She answered.

"I would at least like to show you to another guy. Let him see my wife naked." I said.

"I know." She answered.

"Brian saw you on vacation." I said, being answered with silence.

"He spied on me?" she finally asked calmly, never looking away from the screen. "Did he tell you, or something?" she continued to pry, amazingly calm, though I could feel the tension building in her body.

"You knew he was watching." I said, suddenly feeling her body tense completely, as if waiting on the roof to cave in on her at any second. "You enjoyed it." I added with a smile that she could hear in my voice. I felt her body relax slightly, still not knowing what to say. "You performed for him in front of the window."

"Sorry." she said, "I don't know what to say."

"Let's be honest." I said, "You know I've wanted exactly that for a very long time. You finally did it. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was different." She answered, and then paused for a few seconds. "Yeah," she continued, "I enjoyed it. It made me feel sexy. Are you mad?"

"Uh, no." I answered, "We had arranged it before we ever went on vacation."

Tanya sat straight up and turned to glare at me. "I CAN NOT BELIEVE...." She started to scream, but I quickly held my finger up in a defiant gesture, and hushed her quickly, the look in my eye telling her that there was more, and she was busted.

"The agreement was that he would video tape everything." I said, "And the night you were sitting on the patio naked, he had stashed the camera in the bushes. You were standing two feet from him naked, sneaking closer, like you were hoping to get caught." The look on her face was priceless. "I watched you set things up so that he could walk up on you and catch you playing with yourself."

"I cannot believe you set me up!" she snapped.

"I cannot believe you ate it up!" I snapped back.

Tanya bit her lip, not sure whether to be angry, or humbled.

"Look," I said, "I don't know if this was a fantasy for you, or just something that pushed the right buttons. You know it's one of my biggest fantasies, and the only reason we're discussing this is because this NEEDS to come out in the open."

"Whether I enjoyed it or not, you betrayed my trust." She said, "You set me up to be visually violated by a buddy. That was wrong."

"You played passed out, and let him fuck you." I answered, "Whether I enjoyed it or not, you cheated on your husband. THAT was wrong."

"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" she screamed, incriminating herself.

"Remember when you were still playing unconscious, and I came to bed? I slid my finger inside you. That wetness was all you. That wasn't personal lube, and it sure as hell wasn't a guy's cum!" I said, "You got off playing the innocent victim, and allowed him to do everything he did. If you were REALLY out cold, you would have been dry, and he would have had to use the lube. You were awake, knew it was him, and never made any attempt to stop him."

Tanya sat silent, unsure of what direction to go.

"We both used Brian." I said, "Of course, he didn't mind. I used him to fulfill my fantasy, and you use him to fulfill your's. Yeah, I did wrong, but you're guilty too. So why don't we move forward with this and just be honest?"

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I know you enjoyed it." I answered, "I want you to admit it and bring my fantasy full circle. I'm going to watch everything he taped. I can watch it without you, or we can watch it together and you can tell me your side of what was happening. I'd like to hear it."

Tanya contemplated her options. "So you haven't seen the sex tape yet?"

"No, but I'm even more turned on knowing you were awake for it." I answered.

"He did a bunch of stuff." She said, hesitantly.

"I was sort of guessing." I answered.

"I came around and pretended it was you." She admitted.

"Even better." I answered, "You were the dirty girl I've always wanted you to be."

"So you're not mad... even a little?" she asked cautiously.

"Nope." I answered, "I'm looking forward to hearing about how naughty you were while I fuck the hell out of you, WHILE I'm watching the tape of another guy fucking my wife."

Tanya smiled uneasily, but I saw the squirm return to her body.

"Did you feel like a naughty slut?" I asked.

"Oh yes." She whimpered back at me.

"And you enjoyed it?" I probed.

"Every second of it." She answered, "Knowing he was watching put me over the edge. Letting him fuck me was the icing on the cake. I really didn't expect it. I was just going to let him feel me up."

"Will you tell me your side while we watch it?" I asked.




Watching Tanya Ch. 02



"Ok." She said softly, "But I want to see everything from the beginning." 



Watching Tanya Ch. 03



I'm the bastard of a husband with a slutty, exhibitionist wife. At least right now that's the way it is. I invited a buddy along on vacation for the sole purpose of allowing him to watch my wife through the window for an entire week. As it turned out, he allowed himself to be caught in the act, and my wife decided to let him watch, and subsequently found that she enjoyed having an audience. I allowed him to watch on the condition that he videotaped everything he saw, and now I find myself on the couch, about to watch the video with my wife whom I just busted on camera letting him watch!

"Ok asshole, hit the button." Tanya demanded, "Let's see what your little Peeping Tom got to see."

I hit the play button and started the parts that I had already watched. Tanya watched herself undressing, embarrassed at seeing herself on the screen, yet aroused at Brian's crude comments about her.

"I cannot BELIEVE that Brian said he wanted to see me take it in the ass!" she yelled.

"I want to see you take it in the ass!" I answered.

"I know." She said remorsefully, "I'm sorry. That's exit only. He always seemed so sweet! Yeah, I know, he fucked me. That's not sweet, but still... his language."

I smiled as we reached the incriminating part where she was naked outside. "Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing." She said.

She squirmed as she watched herself naked behind Brian. "That was so fucking sexy." I commented. "I loved watching you sneak around him like that."

"I know," she said, "me too. I felt so dirty."

"You wanted to get caught, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah." She answered sheepishly.

"Honestly, what would you have done?" I probed further, "It's not like you haven't already done it."

"Right at that moment," she said, "I had thought about that. I had decided that I would have acted embarrassed, and bargained with him to not tell you. I would have done everything but let him touch me."

The video continued to the part where she placed the chair at the edge of the house, and began stroking herself, hoping to get caught.

"Right there," she continued, "I had already decided that if he came back, I was going to let him watch me play."

I was so horny hearing my wife talk this way. She held my cock in her hand, gently stroking it as we watched her being observed by her Peeping Brian. She listened intently to his speech on the beach, and smiled naughtily when the next scene started.

"I remember this one." She said, "I was hoping he was watching. I was nervous as hell while I was thinking about letting him watch me getting fucked. I was picturing him outside watching your cock sliding in and out of me."

We watched our action on the screen, and she came as she watched Brian zooming in to her pussy, my cock sliding in and out of her.

"Say it." I said.

"I can't believe he saw this." She answered, "I can't believe I let him look at me so closely."

"He zoomed in to watch a hard cock sliding in and out of YOUR pussy." I whispered.

Tanya moaned softly as she watched Brian zooming in closer on her cum glistening on my cock, the thick white cream slowly oozing out of her pussy with every stroke. "Damn, I wish that was my dick fucking her." Brian said on the screen. "Look at the way that cunt wraps around a cock. Look at that cum. This bitch is enjoying it!"

He zoomed out as we rolled over in our bed, and she got on her knees. We moved around so that he could see her face as I fucked her from behind, and he zoomed in, catching my wife's mouth opening slightly as she came. 

"I wish I could slip my dick between those lips." He said, "Stick it in her ass. I want to see what her face looks like when she's got a dick in her ass."

Tanya moaned again as she saw the close up of her face as she came, knowing that Brian saw it all. She found it extremely erotic that another man was watching her have an orgasm. His comments on the screen settled her personal insecurities, and she was a porn star. I was about to cum on the screen, and got off the bed, positioning us so that Brian could watch the facial I wanted to give her. Tanya got on her knees on the screen, and Brian zoomed in to catch her taking my cock in her mouth.

"I cannot believe she's sucking her own cum off your dick!" he said, "That is so fucking awesome! Look at that slut suck that cock!"

Tanya was bobbing her head up and down my shaft, sucking furiously as I tried to prolong it. Brian zoomed out to catch all the action, commenting on everything.

"Please shoot it in her face?" he begged, "Let me see that goo dripping all over that beautiful face!"

I came, and Tanya tilted her head back, taking every drop on her face. My cum oozed over her lips and down her chin, and then she turned her head to face the glass. Brian zoomed in just as Tanya looked at her reflection in the glass, and slid her tongue from between her lips, gently licking my cock. She was looking directly into the camera, cum splattered all over her face, and the naughtiest, sluttiest look in her eyes that I have ever seen.

"I can't believe he caught that." Tanya said, "As terrified as I was, I was hoping he was watching, and that is exactly what I was hoping he would see! I can't believe I was such a fucking whore that night!"

I laughed as we continued to watch Brian's spying. Tanya was really into being watched, and loved seeing herself "exposed without her knowledge or consent", as Brian watched through the window. He caught us having sex numerous times, but none as exciting as the first time. She loved being spied on, knowing that she'd allowed a virtual stranger to see her so intimately, doing things that only I had seen. She was able to account for every sexual act, and got excited at the end of our last lovemaking session.

"Ok," she said nervously, "This should be the end of it, when he did everything."

"Uh, no?" I answered, "There's still one more part.

"What?" she asked.

"I guess you'll just have to watch." I answered.

Tanya and I watched the screen as Brian made his way to the side of the house. He caught a glimpse of Tanya walking naked on the side and froze.

"OH FUCK NO! TURN IT OFF!" Tanya yelled.

"Absolutely not!" I said.

"You two were supposed to be at the liquor store!" she snapped.

"Nope." I answered smugly, "I dropped him off to watch you. I went to the liquor store by myself."

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she said, "THAT'S why you got me so worked up!"

"Yep." I answered.

"Ok." She snapped, "You deserve what's coming! It's your own fault."

We continued watching, and Brian had cautiously held the camera low, and around the corner. There was my wife bravely stepping closer to public view where anyone on the beach might see her. He was obviously hiding in the bushes, because I watched my wife carefully venture out onto the open sand, completely nude. We watched her sneak onto the deck in the open moonlight, and walk to Linda's window to peer in.

Tanya covered her eyes from me as Brian recorded her sneaking down the boardwalk to the open beach, and sitting on the step. She sat there for a couple of minutes, Brian keeping the camera zoomed as tightly as he could in night vision mode. A couple of young guys strolled by, and looked directly at her, but she had put her knees together and placed her hands on her shoulders. In the moonlight, it looked as if she were sitting there in a bikini, but from Brian's perspective, you could clearly see her naked ass as they walked by.

"Oh my God." She said, humiliated at what her husband was about to see.

The guys stopped to talk for a second, and you could tell that my wife was carrying on a conversation with them. Suddenly, my wife lay back, and you could see her knees spread. She was exposing herself to complete strangers. I hit the pause button, freezing that image on the screen.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked.

Tanya peeked through her fingers at the screen, quickly shutting them again as she saw herself on display.

"I WAS DRUNK AND HORNY!" she said, "I told them that if they would look and walk away, that I would let them see me naked."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"It gets worse!" She answered loudly, "They offered me ten bucks to touch myself. I got fifty. Just hit the fucking button and get it over with!"

I hit the play button, watching footage that Brian hadn't told me about. I watched as Tanya lay there on the step, legs spread, allowing young strangers to watch her naked. There was a conversation, and my wife stood up. The three of them began walking back toward Brian, and they followed her around to the back of the house. Brian carefully walked back there, and I witnessed my naked wife lying on the bed, two guys standing between her and the sliding glass door.

They pulled out their wallets, and I watched cash fall on the bed between my wife's legs. She spread them wide, and Brian zoomed in on her soaking wet pussy. Her fingers came into the frame, and she began moving them in and out as these two guys watched her masturbating. After a couple of minutes, she got up from the bed and got her rabbit vibrator, and allowed them to watch her fucking herself with it. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two guys, watching their eyes locked between her legs. 

Tanya had left the door wide open, and I could hear the sound of the rabbit humming.

"Jam it in there girl..." one of them said, "Fuck that pussy."

"You want to see bigger?" my wife asked to my astonishment.

"Oh FUCK yes!" they said.

Tanya got up from the bed, and pulled the monster vibrator from the bag. She pulled out the lube and drizzled it down the shaft. Then she handed it to one of the guys, and got on her knees, her ass in the air. Spreading her knees, my wife's pussy came into full view. I watched as a strange guy slowly slid the monster vibrator into my wife's pussy and started fucking her with it. He reached out and placed his hand on her ass, and she quickly stopped him.

"No touching!" she demanded, "That was the deal."

She pulled away, and rolled over, spreading her legs again. Reaching for the vibrator, she slid it into her pussy, and began fucking herself. She motioned for the other guy, and moved her hand so that he could fuck her with it. Brian zoomed in on the guy fucking my wife with the monster toy, panning up to catch the look on Tanya's face as she came.

Tanya took the toy from him, and rolled over on her knees, holding it low so the she could ride it. They bent over and watched my wife's ass moving up and down, the vibrator sliding in and out of her pussy as it stretched her wide open. She rolled over again and lay on her back. "This is it!" she said, "Do it! Do it now!"

The two guys walked to the end of the bed and whipped out their cocks. Tanya watched them jerking as she continued to fuck herself with the toy. Brian zoomed out to get the entire scene, and I watched as two strangers came all over my wife's tits. They spurted over and over, and she came hard as she felt it hitting her. 

"Open your mouth." One of them said.

"That's not the deal." She answered.

"You want us to leave?" he pushed.

Tanya opened her mouth easily, and I watched the guy dip his cock into my wife's mouth.

"Suck it." He said, and without hesitation, I watched my wife's cheeks hollow as she sucked his cock dry.

They traded places, and the other guy stuck his cock in Tanya's mouth. Again, her cheeks hollowed, and he began fucking her lips with his cock. He reached down and slid his finger in my wife's dripping pussy, and she immediately slapped him away.

"That's it, now go." She demanded.

Brian carefully maneuvered into the bushes, and the two guys walked away as ordered. Tanya followed them out and made sure they left, and Brian could see the cum glistening on her chest. She stepped inside and grabbed a cigarette, and returned outside to smoke it, constantly staring at the beautiful mess on her tits, occasionally sliding a finger through it.

"You have now lost all right to bitch!" I demanded, and could tell she was humiliated.

"I swear, I've never done anything like that before." She explained.

"While I was gone to the liquor store, you let two complete strangers watch you get off, and then you let them stick their COCKS in your MOUTH?!" I shouted.

"Uh... excuse me, YOUR fault!" she snapped, "Now get to whatever that fucker got next!"

This was turning out to be interesting. I couldn't believe Brian didn't tell me about it. Surely he knew I would like it, but still, I couldn't believe her didn't spill the beans about THIS act! I glanced down at my wife, and Tanya had a naughty little smirk on her face.

"Slut." I remarked casually.

"Pervert." She quipped back at me.

"You're so fucking sexy." I replied.

"I know." She answered, relieved that she knew she wasn't in any real trouble.

The next scene started, and the camera came on as Brian made his way through the house. He crept down the stairs, and I saw our bedroom door. We watched his hand quietly turn the knob, and the door open. He walked around to the bed and panned the camera over Tanya's body, still in her clothes. He lightly rubbed her arm, moving his hand to her face as he lightly stroked my wife's cheek. Gently gliding his fingers over her lips, she parted them slightly, and I watched as he slid his finger onto her tongue. His hand moved to her stomach, and he began rubbing her, moving his hand between her covered breasts to see if she would stir. She didn't move at all, and he moved away from the bed.

He took a couple of minutes to get the camera positioned on the dresser at just the right level to catch everything, and at one point when he moved to the side, I caught a glimpse of Tanya's eyes opening, and looking directly at him, trying to hide her smile.

"You knew, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah." She answered, "I was actually awake when you two carried me downstairs. You woke me when you felt me up on the deck. I was playing passed out to see if you would expose me."

Brian moved back to the bed, and we watched as he carefully pulled her up. Brian pulled off her shirt, and removed her bra, and carefully laid her back down. Then he unbuttoned her shorts and carefully slid them off. He picked up the camera and walked over to Tanya, panning up and down her body as she lay there in only her panties.

Moving up to her face, he traced the outline of her lips with his finger, and gently glided it down between her breasts. We could hear his breath quiver as he gently felt her breast, massaging it lightly, and gently pulling my wife's nipple to see if she stirred. No movement at all, he moved his hand down further, and rubbed the soft cotton panties, sliding his finger under the elastic. "Oh, fuck." He whispered as he felt the pubic hair touch his finger.

Laying the camera to the side, all we could see was Tanya's hips as Brian carefully removed her panties. That's the moment my wife decided to wake up as she began to lift her knees so that he could get them off easier.

"Hey Baby." She said on the screen, sounding drunk, and half asleep.

Brian froze as Tanya kicked her panties off her feet and spread her legs. He grabbed the camera and prepared to leave, but stopped when he saw my wife slide her hand down to her pussy.

He focused on her finger sliding over her clit, and the camera jumped up to her face. She drunkenly looked at him in the dark. "Are you going to get me off before you come to bed?" she asked. Brian hesitated until Tanya motioned for him to come closer. He recorded her hand reaching out and rubbing his crotch. "You going to give me that cock or not?" she asked.

Without saying a word, Brian dropped his shorts, and we watched as my wife took his cock in her hand. She stroked it lightly, and Brian allowed his hand to roam down to her pussy. She took his finger and slid it inside her, and he panned back up as her body began to move.

Tanya moved closer to him, taking Brian's cock in her mouth, sucking deeply as he watched through the viewfinder. We watched his hand move to the back of her head, pushing my wife's mouth further onto his cock. She deep throated his cock, gagging for a second as it went down the back of her throat, but she kept sucking him.

She pulled off and rolled over onto her back, but instead of climbing between her legs, he straddled her chest, flopping his cock between them. Tanya squeezed her breasts together, and Brian recorded himself fucking my wife's tits, just as he had said he would love to do. I watched as it slid between them, occasionally popping through the other side into her waiting mouth. "Don't cum yet." Tanya whispered, "You still have to fuck me."

Brian realized he would miss the best part if he continued this, and climbed off, moving down between her legs. I watched him rub the tip of his cock teasingly between the lips of her pussy, and he moved the camera up to her face, a look of ecstasy in her eyes. Moving the camera back down, I watched every inch of his cock disappear into my wife, and again, the camera moved back up to her face as he bottomed out inside her. Her mouth was open, and her eyes squinted as she felt the fullness of another man's cock inside her. She looked directly into the camera and begged him to fuck her.

Brian moved the camera up and down her body as he fucked my wife. He recorded every second, every thrust, her breasts heaving up and down as he rammed his cock inside her. He saw the look in her eyes as she came, and felt the warm wetness wrapped around his cock. Brian was seeing, and recording exactly what I wanted another man to see and experience with my wife. He captured the look of lust in her eyes as his cock moved in and out of her pussy. And the intense expression as she came from being fucked.

Brian threw a pillow on the side of the bed, and pulled out long enough to roll Tanya over on it, hoping he would be able to slip his cock in my wife's ass. He pressed his cock against her ass, but she quickly stopped him, and he slipped it back into her pussy. Every inch disappeared into my wife again, and I watched her ass bouncing with every thrust.

He lightly slapped Tanya on the ass, and she cooed as she felt the sting, letting him know that she liked to be spanked. He slapped her ass harder, and she began to buck against his cock. I watched his hand squeezing her ass cheeks, spanking them loudly as he fucked her, each slap making her more of a wild animal as she thrust back against him. Without warning, he slipped his thumb in her ass, and continued fucking her, and she made no attempt to stop him as he thumb fucked my wife's ass.

"I actually enjoyed that." She told me as we watched the screen.

Brian was about to cum, but he had already decided how he would do it. He pulled out quickly and rolled Tanya over, forcing the edge of his cock against her mouth. I watched my wife grab his shaft and begin milking it, her mouth open as she stroked him for a facial.

My wife, who had only been with me for so many years, looked directly at the camera, and I watched as another man shot his cum on her face. She milked his shaft for every drop, taking his entire cock in her mouth to suck it dry, tasting her own cum with his. He beat his cock against her mouth, and wiped the mess from her cheeks, feeding it back to her as she continued to look into the camera lens.

"So do you like being married to a slut?" she drunkenly asked the camera, her breath quivering with excitement.

"Oh yes." I answered as I looked down at Tanya sitting next to me.

The remainder of the video was Brian wiping down my wife after fucking her, and she had pretended to pass out again. By then, Tanya and I were fucking like mad on the couch. She was a wild animal as we fucked, and I treated her like one. I spanked her, slipped my thumb in her ass, and allowed her passion to dictate everything she got from my cock. She spoke several times, asking me if I enjoyed it; asking if I wanted her to do it again; asking if I thought she was a slut... The answer was "yes" in every case, and it always made her cum that much harder.