11 comments/ 135380 views/ 23 favorites First Time I Get To Watch By: hanibal The two main characters in most of my stories are based on my wife and myself and tend to be about first time experiences. Events within are also based on our real life experiences, but do not take them too literally. If you read all my stories then we have had many first experiences, so they will often contradict each other, they are more about stories I have created to capture those first feelings we had. The stories are also supposed to be erotic rather than sexually graphic, and often have a longish lead in to create an atmosphere and hopefully more than a whiff of credibility, there is no abuse and no humiliation. We are also from the UK and I write the dialogue as we would actually say it, rather than the way a US reader may best understand it. All I can say is that many of the events are true and the feelings we experienced are all true, if that's your thing then please read on. My wife and I are in our early forties, both in fairly good nick, I, Greg by the way, work hard at it, Anne, my wife, does not seem to need to. She exercises and rides horses, but nothing madly obsessive like some of her friends, who incidentally receive far less attention on a girl's night out than my wife does. This is something I am quite proud of and I know it pleases her. "Very good for the self esteem of a forty something woman," she reminds me. I agree, and not to bad for the self esteem of the forty something bloke that she comes home to, usually in a very horny mood. Whilst in this mood she loves me to talk filthy to her during our fairly torrid sex sessions, while she teases me about the young would be suitors and their corny chat up lines. For some reason I get quite turned on thinking about the attention she receives, I'm not a jealous bloke and I trust her completely, but I know she can be a shocking flirt and doesn't mind leading them on a little before ditching them and coming home to me. We are also well aware of each other's past sex life, and rather than beat each other up over it, as some couples seem to do, we like to talk to each other about it. With her consent, I have posted several stories on this site, albeit using a certain amount of artistic license. Her first encounter with a woman and her first trio are based on factual encounters that occurred before we met. "It turns you on, thinking about me being chatted up doesn't it," she asked the morning after one such evening. I hesitated, she was right but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea, I am not some wimpy cuckold who gets off thinking about his loved one being used by some macho wanker she's picked up in a bar. "I don't know what it is," I replied "I think it's great that other men fancy you, but it's a bit more than that." I was trying to choose my words carefully, "Its very sexy, but only because I trust you," slight pause with no discernable reaction before quickly adding, "its like we are both controlling the situation." I waited for a swift bollocking. "Oh! I see," she thought for a moment, "but you're not there," she correctly reminded me, seemingly without any anger. "I know, but like I said, I trust you and trust you to tell me everything that happens." "And what do you think happens?" A little too defensively, in my humble opinion. "Nothing," I was backpedalling now, "but if it did," still squirming a little, "I know that because of the special sort of relationship that we have, you would not be afraid to tell me about it." "Oh," she paused slightly, then, "good," not quite sure about the sincerity of my response. Good save, I congratulated myself, obviously in silence. "Well, nothing ever really happens anyway." "Really happens?" I shot back, picking up on her less than definite reply, "tell me more." I was more than a little curious about the phrasing of her response. "There's nothing to tell." "I don't believe you, I want you to tell me." I waited patiently for about five seconds, then I persisted. "Go on!" She was mulling something over, I had butterflies, wondering what she was considering confessing to me. "Ok, but don't give me ant shit over this." "Ok," I reassured her, obviously lying through my teeth. "Well," she paused "you know Julie and Mark?" "Of course" Julie was her best friend and Mark was her husband. "Well" she repeated, pausing again "if Mark's out when we are, we all share a taxi home." "I know that, so?" "Well," another slight pause, I was becoming impatient, "Marks friend Sean, you've heard me mention Sean?" I nodded; I knew of him, never actually met, he was the manager of the club that they usually ended up at. I also knew that he was recently divorced and probably on the prowl. "Well, when he's working, he's usually driving so he sometimes drops us all off and he insists on seeing me to the door." "Very gallant" I responded sarcastically. "No need for that tone," she remonstrated "He's a nice bloke" "How nice?" "Well he's a pretty tactile bloke, spends a lot of time shmoozing in the club." "Go on." "Well, he usually gives me a hug when he drops me at the door, but last Friday when we came back," she paused, "he kissed me." "Where?" "On the lips." "Cheeky bastard, what did you do, give him a slap?" "Of course not." "Go on," she had my interest now. "I was flattered and more than a bit drunk, I kissed him back." She stared at me, gauging my response. I had butterflies now, I also had a hard on you could knock nails in with, very unnerving. "You should have invited him in for a quickie," I suggested, childishly. "Don't be like that" she was a little upset "I knew I shouldn't have said anything, it was only a quick kiss, he was as shocked as me. "I doubt that," then, "sorry, I wasn't having a go, honestly," I wasn't, she had never given me any reason to distrust her. "Anyway, what happened next?" "Nothing, that's it," "Oh," "You sound disappointed." "Don't be soft, why would I be disappointed?" Thing is, I suppose I was a little disappointed, confused, but still disappointed, "He does fancy you though," "He doesn't," she responded with an embarrassed giggle. "You think so. I bet he always drops you off last" She thought for a moment. "I suppose he does, so what?" "I remember you telling me he only lives two streets away from Julie and Mark." I could almost here the pennies begin to drop. "He fancies you like mad," I continued. "Oh god, do you think so?" she asked naively "but he knows I'm married, he wouldn't try it on." "Bollocks! He already has, if he thought I wasn't here and you gave him a hint of a green light, which incidentally that's exactly what you did, he would be on you in a flash." "I don't believe that," she responded, with a doubtful expression, "I just felt a bit sorry for him, I think he still misses Jane, he actually apologised afterwards, it was sweet." Jane was his ex, she had a very brief affair with a young single bloke at work and despite her protestations, and pledges of undying love, he rather hastily in my opinion, kicked her out. I know many that may disagree, but it seems to me that there are often good reasons and fault on both sides, when a one half of a long-standing relationship does something stupid like this. Apparently they where both now living on their own, so it can't have been much more than a casual fling. "God, you're so blonde sometimes." "Why?" "He'll think you're up for it now." "Why, it was just a drunken sympathy kiss." "I'm telling you, he's either a hound that's giving you a line, or he's a genuine sad bastard and probably horny as a toad on account of the fact that he hasn't had any since Jane left. Either way, you obviously fell for it, so he'll try again." "Your such a bloody cynic." "Yep, it never surprises me the depths that some blokes will stoop to, to get their leg over, remember, I was once that sad man." "I still think you're wrong," she replied unconvincingly. "Ok, tell you what." "What?" "You're out tonight?" it was Saturday. "Yes." "I bet Sean's out again and I also bet he's driving." "So?" "When he brings you home tonight, invite him in and I bet he tries it on with you." "He doesn't always bring us home." "He will tonight, trust me." "And where will you be?" "I'm going out, I told you, it's the rugby club dinner. " "How will you know what happened, assuming I go along with this and anything does happen." "You'll tell me." "Do you trust me?" "Of course, unless you don't trust yourself?" "Of course I do, what's the rules?" "Ok, if he tries it on, I win." "You'll have to be more specific," she interrupted, "what if he just kisses me like before, that shouldn't count." "Alright, that doesn't count." "Even if I kiss him back?" "Why, are you going to?" "I might, would that turn you on?" she was such a tease, but I was not letting her get to me. "It might" "What if I let him touch me?" "Then you'd lose the bet," I kept a straight face. "What if I touched him?" "Then technically, I suppose that would still be ok." "Aaah, but would it still turn you on?" "Only if I could watch." "Oh, I see, so you'd like to watch me get it on with a stranger." I had rattled her a little with that. "He's not a stranger." I was not going to blink first, besides it probably would turn me on. "You'd better be careful what you wish for." "You wouldn't dare," I was really pushing her buttons now. "Ok, smart arse, what's the stakes?" "Just name it" "Ok, if I'm right and I know I will be, you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the weekend, you can be my slave around the house." "Sex slave?" I asked hopefully. "No chance, housework slave," "Fine, as long as I get the same," my mind was awash with fantasies, "you have to be my slave." "Housework slave?" "Yea right, you'll need to sit in a bucket of ice for the rest of the week, when I've finished with you." "Why? After I let Sean shag me, I wouldn't be able to feel your tiny little thing." "Don't mock me woman, when I win the bet, I'll have my revenge," I replied, doing my best impersonation of the pantomime baddie, stopping just short of the fake laugh. So there it was, deal done, I had decided that I was going to make sure I was home before Anne, mainly because I wanted to make sure she was ok. I had a natural deep distrust of my own sex, he might be a nice bloke, but best to be deeply suspicious until proven otherwise. In addition, to be honest, I wanted to see if she told me the truth. I totally trusted her to behave, but not him and could not be sure about her telling me the truth on such a big bet. I also had to admit that despite all my good intentions, I think the voyeur in me wanted to watch. I couldn't get away from the fact that I liked to see her being chatted up and the image of them kissing was occupying my thoughts more than was reasonably healthy. My plan was to sneak off a little early and nip round to the back of our house, the garden was very secluded, and from there I could see into the kitchen and living room. I knew that with the house lights on and the garden in darkness, I could stand right up against the window and all they would be able to see was their own reflection. I left the house early on in the evening, around sevenish; Anne was still in the bath as she was only being picked up at nine. I leant over to kiss her on the lips and did not miss the opportunity to give her pussy a little stroke; she grabbed my hand, to hold it there. "Are we horny then," I enquired, "what have you been thinking about, has our little wager got you all revved up?" I kissed her and stroked her pussy for a little while before pulling away, "sorry, got to go, can't be late." It was tempting to stay for a while, but I figured if I kept her on the boil a little, she would be absolutely dying for it when I got her in bed later that evening. As I have previously mentioned, we have some of our filthiest evenings after a night on the town. "Aaaaw," she moaned, as I pulled away, "you do realise that you are sending me out all sexually frustrated, amongst a load of horny men, one of which, according to you, is going to bring me home and try and shag me." "I trust you to control your urges." "Aah, but by then, I will be even more sexually frustrated and probably drunk enough to let him," she shouted at me as I left the bathroom and descended the stairs. "That's a chance I'll have to take," I fired back. Actually, her intention may have been purely to wind me up, but I had to admit to myself, that there was an element of truth in her parting shot, what if she responded to his leery advances. Easy, I could either watch the love of my life bring an extra special lump to my throat, when she pledges her love and fidelity to me, by spurning his attentions. Or I get to watch the sexiest woman I've ever had any sort of relationship with, bring an extra special lump to my trousers, by teasing some bloke to distraction, in front of my very eyes. Oh, and the fact that she would then be my sex slave for the rest of the weekend, would be a wonderful bonus. Nope, did not seem to have a down side to me, not from where I was stood, in my rapidly tightening trousers. I had a good night, a few drinks, but not enough to forget my plan. I sneaked off a little early, saying I had to be up early the following morning for work. I knew that Anne would not be home until after 1am. My plan was to nip in the house to open the windows at the back, then to sit and hide in my car, at the front of the house, until she arrived home. When and if they entered the house, I would then sneak along the side of the house into our rear garden, to watch and listen to them through the windows. Brilliant! I applauded my ingenious guile, with the confidence that alcohol may help to induce. I sat in my car, listening to the radio and staring at the clock, 12.45am. The next time I checked, it was 1.30am, "shit," I thought, I must have dozed off, first part of brilliant plan down the toilet. I checked around me, there wasn't a strange car, I looked over to the house, the porch light was on. "Shit, shit," I mouthed again to myself; they must have arrived in a taxi, they where in the house, my brilliant plan not going too well at all. I jumped out of the car and ran along the side of the house to the back gate, I unlocked it and let myself in. The kitchen light was on. I stood back a little and checked out the view, making sure I couldn't be seen, they were both stood in the kitchen. We have full-length patio doors leading into the back of the kitchen; this enabled me to see the whole of the room. Anne was stood against the kitchen worktop, with a glass of red wine in her hand, she was pretty glassy eyed and probably needed the support of the worktop. She was wearing tight jeans that flared at the bottom and a white button up shirt that nipped in at the waist, the buttons were undone just enough to see the soft curve of her bra less bust, fairly casual and very sexy, or so I thought. The bloke stood in the kitchen with her, who I presumed to be Sean, obviously agreed, as he stood opposite, hanging on her every word. He was dressed in a white shirt and what looked like the bottom half of a dark suit, quite slim around my age with short cropped dark hair that was greying at the sides, probably best described as ruggedly handsome, he was also drinking red wine presumably from out of the same bottle of. She looked comfortable in his presence, there was no contact, or attempt on his part to initiate any, her body language did not invite it, and I suspect she was determined to win our little wager. I suppose I was relieved, as I have previously stated I am not the jealous type, but I always believed she would never consciously go behind my back. I did not fancy all the housework in store for me though. I was intrigued as to whether or not I would find any contact a turn on, the thought of it definitely did, but this was a little different. I think I would like to see them kiss first, just to see how it would affect me. Looking at them both now, from my grandstand view, through the window, contact did not seem likely. I looked at my watch, 1.45, I did not fancy staying out much longer so I decided to call her cell phone. I dialled the number and let it ring, Anne would have known it was me, her phone was in her jeans pocket, she excused herself and went into the other room to answer the phone. "Hi, its me," I said. "I know, where are you?" "I'm on my way home, how has it gone?" trying to sound nonchalant. "Don't give me that." "What?" "I saw you in the car as our taxi pulled up, you dozy sod, where are you really?" "I'm stood in the cold, dark back garden, watching through the window, like some sad old pervert." I had to reluctantly admit. "You rotten bastard, you don't trust me, do you?" "Of course I do." "Well you either don't trust me, or," she paused slightly, "you wanted to watch, didn't you?" "Might have," I had to grudgingly concede. "My God, what did you think would happen?" "I suppose it turned me on a little, the thought of you kissing, I know it shouldn't, but I kept thinking of him trying it on with you and imagined how sexy you'd look," I paused for a moment, "I'm sorry, are you annoyed?" The line went quiet, then. "How far would you have liked me to go?" "I don't know," I meant it, "we've never done anything like this, how far could you go?" "I don't know." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, there was a slight pause. "Yes, I suppose it does," she responded, confirming my suspicions, "I guessed you'd be watching, you dirty old man." "Hey, less of the "old, I sometimes forget how well you know me, is it that that turns you on, knowing I'm watching." "Yes, you know I like it when we've been watched in the past, well this is the same sort of thing, only dirtier." "Do you fancy him?" "He's a nice bloke and I suppose he's good looking." "So, you do fancy him?" "I suppose I could have done, if I'd been single, but nothing was ever going to happen, ever, and I don't just mean so I could win a stupid bet," she emphasised the point. "You do know that don't you?" "Yes," I believed her. "Good, I do genuinely feel sorry for him, I know he comes across as a bit flash, but it's all front. He says he hasn't been with a woman since his wife left and they barely had sex for a good while before that." "Do you believe him?" "I think so." "Sounds like you could do him the world of good." My mouth was dry and my stomach was churning, but I wanted to see something happen. "You sure about this, you really want me to come on to him?" "Do you want to?" "Only because you want me to," she needed it to be my decision, "Are you telling me to do it?" "Yes, do it." "Ok," she responded, then, "how do I do it? He's so nervous, I don't think he would try anything anyway." "Take the initiative, you're a big girl." "I don't know if I can." "It doesn't matter, I'll watch for a while and if nothing happens, either because he won't or you can't, I will call you to say I'm on my way home, ok?" "Ok," there was a pause "if you change your mind, then call anyway, ok?" "Ok" I whispered, "open the kitchen door, I want to listen as well." "Alright." "One thing" "What?" "There are some condoms at the side of the bed." "I can't do that!" "I know, you keep going until I call." "I love you," she whispered, and then she hung up, putting the phone back into her pocket. I knew that she could not see me through the window but she knew I was there, watching her. She examined herself in the large mirror over the fireplace, checking her hair and make, she then turned towards the window, facing me and undid another two buttons at the bottom of her shirt, exposing the stud in her belly button. She looked gorgeous and at that moment, seemingly, mine to command, I could get used to this. First Time I Get To Watch She blew a kiss towards my general direction and turned to leave the room, I was so nervous at that point, my stomach ached, so did my cock. I moved back to the kitchen door, just in time to see her walk back in, she still had the phone in her hand and was obviously informing him of my delayed arrival back home. She placed the phone onto the work surface and came over to open the doors. I stepped back as she undid the catch and slid the door open about six inches. "That's better," I heard her say, "it's warm and the fresh air won't do me any harm either." She returned to her glass of wine, picked it up for a sip then leant back against the kitchen cupboard, her midriff now showing. He was now sat at the edge of our large farmhouse type kitchen table. "Oh, how long have you had that piercing," he gestured towards her bare midriff, noticing it immediately. She put her glass down and with both hands now available; she pulled apart the corners of her shirt to expose a little more of her lightly tanned stomach. "A few years now." "Did it hurt?" "A little, but not for long." "I think it looks really sexy, I mean, I think you look really sexy, I mean," he was obviously a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry." "What for? Saying it or thinking it." "Both, I suppose." "Don't be sorry, I'm flattered, honestly." He smiled a little, seemingly reassured, and then obviously gathering a little courage, asked her. "Can I touch it?" She smiled at him, evidently touched by his approach, then walked the short distance between them. "I don't see why not." He remained sat on the edge of the table, she stood between his slightly spread legs with her arms by her side. He reached out to touch her stomach with the tips of his fingers; he wafted his fingers around the ring before holding it between his thumb and forefinger. I held my breath as she then let him stroke her flat brown tummy with both of his hands, his fingers moving under the corners of her shirt as he widened his stroke, all the time staring down at her tummy. She looked over at the window, knowing I was there. I moved up to the glass, she smiled at me as I became visible; I blew a kiss and nodded my head towards her, then stepped back a little. "Where did you get your tan?" he asked, barely above a whisper. "At the salon." "Sun bed?" "No, spray on, just stand there and let them go to work, easy peasy and safe." He looked at her, "all over?" She nodded, "oh yes." He whistled softly, "which salon? I think I might apply for that job." She laughed a little then popped open all but one of the shirt buttons, then holding it by the corners she held it open exposing all her midriff. "You like?" "Oh yes," whispering again. His hands which where still stroking her stomach, moved a little higher and wider as he looked into her eyes. Seeing no indication of offence or signs of resistance he slowly moved higher, she even smiled a little as his hands moved just under the edge of her white shirt and brushed against the underside of her breasts. My pulse raced as his hands moved up and obviously over both of her breasts, actually catching her breath as he moved over her nipples. Her eyelids fluttered to a close as she let go of the hem of the shirt. Probably taking this as a first sign of her reluctance his hands slid back over her stomach, still in contact but on a more innocent part of her body. He need not worry; she reached up popped open the last remaining button with one hand. "Your beautiful." She was, and wonderfully sexy, her eyes opened to look down at him. "Thank you," she responded, before placing her hands by her sides. The white shirt hung over her breasts, the hard points of her nipples probably stopping it from falling open all the way, A three inch gap, exposing all of her gorgeous cleavage. He finally took the initiative, taking hold of the edge of her shirt with both of his trembling hands; he slowly peeled it back to expose the soft curves of both breasts. I think we both gasped out at the same time, his fortunately, disguising mine. He just stared at her breasts, before repeating, his voice shaky. "You're so beautiful." He traced both of his forefingers around both of her nipples, before leaning in to lick the tip of her right nipple with his tongue. He was obviously getting a little braver as he also licked the tip of the other, both of his hands rested on the waistband of her jeans, with the tips of his fingers stroking under the edge. She reached up to hold his head as he nuzzled both breasts, her head tilted back and her eyes were closed, she loved it the minx. My mouth was dry and my heart still pounding, reluctant to even blink, in fear of missing anything. He lifted his head up to look at her. "Does it go all the way down as well?" he smiled, tickling around the belt line, just in case she did not quite understand his point. She grinned back and nodded. "All the way." "Can I see?" She just nodded, giving him her consent. He flipped open the button on her jeans and slowly slid the zip all the way down, pulling them apart far enough for her panties to become visible. He now looked down to survey his handy work, stroking along the edge of her black panties with his fingers. I was close enough to see the goose pimples on her stomach as he gripped the edge of the lacy material and pulled it away from her soft skin. I knew he was now able to see the few short curls, remaining on her closely trimmed pussy. He never looked up as he moved both hands back to the edge of her jeans, tickling around the edge for a moment before hooking his thumbs into the edge. She kept her hands by her side and glanced over to my direction, smiling as she let him slide her jeans down her thighs. She was nearly naked from the waist down, covered only by narrow strip of black lace at the front and an even thinner string at the back that disappeared between the cheeks of her gorgeous brown bottom. She stepped back a little, as if to show herself off, with her hands on her hips she pirouetted in front of him. Something that cannot have been easy with your jeans around your knees and brimming with alcohol. "See," she said "no white bits." It may have been a stalling tactic, clearly, she still was not sure where to go with all this, they had not kissed each other and there was only limited contact, but it was still sexy as hell. "I can't see all of you," he responded, truthfully, glancing towards her panties. "I suppose not," she had to agree, as she hooked her thumbs into the front of the thin material. She eased them down slowly, I could not see what he could see, but I knew he would be able to see more and more of the thin landing strip, she had shaved into her pubic hair. "See," she repeated, "now do you believe me." "I always did," he replied, "I just wanted to see." She laughed as she pulled her panties back into place. "Well now you have." He groaned aloud in disappointment, I felt like doing the same, but resisted the urge as I think that the discovery of my presence might just spoil the moment. She made no move to cover herself up any further, her breasts where still in full view and her jeans pulled down, she remained just within arms length. Neither of them spoke as he reached out with his right hand to stroke her hip and the area around the front of her panties. Not yet ready to give up, he gripped both sides of her panties and started to slide them down. "What do you think your doing?" she broke silence, feigning annoyance, whilst making no attempt to stop him. "I think I need a second opinion." "I'm not sure about that." She responded, still with her hands by her side as he pulled her panties over her hips and down to her jeans. She still did not move as he reached out to run his fingers over the thin strip of pubic hair. "That's really sexy," he said quietly, as though he was speaking to it. "Thank you," her response just loud enough for me to hear. He moved his finger lower, now looking into her eyes as he pushed has finger against the soft folds of her pussy, she closed her eyes and whimpered as he hit the spot. I wondered if he was as turned on as I was, I doubted it as I squeezed my throbbing cock, in an effort to get some relief. She however decided that this was obviously a step too far; she reached down to stay his hand. "No," she insisted, stepping back slightly out of arms reach, her eyes now open, but making no effort to cover herself up just yet. Her body still fully exposed her breasts rising and falling as her breathing had quickened, her pussy on full view, she looked amazing, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. "I'm sorry," he offered, "do you want me to leave?" She put her finger to his lips. "It's ok, I'm a little drunk and very flattered, it's just that," she hesitated a little, "I love my husband, and I don't do this sort of thing." "I'm sorry, it's just that," it was his turn to hesitate, he looked down at the floor before returning his gaze to around the level of her pussy. "I know I'm a bit drunk, but," he lifted his head, "It's been a while, and I think you really are beautiful and probably the first woman I've been able to get on with for ages, I'm sorry," he looked back down to the ground. "Stop apologising, I'm fine, honest and if I was single, we would probably be upstairs now, going at it like rabbits." He looked up and smiled. "Thanks for that, not sure I believe it though." She stepped towards him, her breasts still bare and reached up to hold his head in her hands, she leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. I watched as they shared a passionate moment, her tongue flicked into his mouth as he placed his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. I had my wish after all; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her do, their tongues dancing together as his hands roamed across her bare bottom. After a short while she pulled away, pecking him on the lips. "Believe it," she insisted. I believed it, even if he didn't. Standing slightly away from him, she reached down to slowly re position her panties, pulling at the waistband in an exaggerated fashion giving him a wonderful view of her closely trimmed pubic hair. She tugged at the sides of her jeans, sliding them gradually over her thighs, leaving them unfastened with the zip half way down. Making no effort to cover her breasts, I knew she was putting on a show for us both and it was much appreciated. "I'll, I'll, ring a taxi." He stammered as he stared at her gorgeous body. She reached for his hand, I knew she was loving the attention, even if that's as far as she wanted to take it. "No, it's ok, stay, make us both a coffee, I need to use the bathroom," she left the kitchen and mounted the stairs; I waited a moment before calling her cell. "I'm sorry," her first words to me. "For what? It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, I'll never watch another porn film ever again." "Really?" "Really." "I couldn't go any further." "I know, I'm sorry, I pushed you too far." I felt racked with pangs of guilt. "That's not it," she paused, "It feels like I'm betraying you." "How? I asked you to do it." "But he doesn't know that." "I see," she was right, of course, "what if I was there?" "I don't know, I just don't think he would understand, how could he." "Explain." "I was really up for it, but only because of you, it could have been anyone in that kitchen. I mean obviously it helps that he's tall, dark and handsome and a really nice bloke." "Obviously" I smiled at that. "However nice he is, he would be different afterwards, he would believe he's shared something with me and more importantly," she paused "he would think less of you, even though he doesn't know you." She was right of course, at the end of the day, we were using him, but he wouldn't know that. I didn't deserve this woman and I told her. "Of course you do, you probably did something really fantastic in a previous life, and I'm the reward." She giggled; if it was true, I must have been a saint or at least a pope. "Ok, what if he could watch us? Either accidentally, or on purpose." She paused for a moment, "That might work," she answered in a very sexy voice. "You love showing yourself, don't you?" "I do, when I get that sort of reaction, I defy any forty three year old woman not to be totally flattered by that sort of attention, he's practically drooling over me." "I know how he feels." "You too?" she laughed softly into the mouthpiece. "Of course, every time I see you," I meant it "Even watching me, like you watched me downstairs?" "Especially then." "What about the condoms? Did you mean what you said? You would have let it go that far?" "Do you love me?" I asked her. "Of course I do, more than anything" "Would you ever do anything like that, if I wasn't there?" "Never?" "Well, I feel the same, my world ends with you, I totally trust you, I don't get jealous and if we never did anything like this again, we would still have the best sex life of anyone I know. I don't know another couple that would be secure enough to even talk about doing this, but I bet plenty think about it, so what could possibly ever get in the way of that?" "You didn't answer my question." "Ok, probably not, not without discussing it before hand, I got a bit carried away there," I answered truthfully. "If anything like that ever happens, I want to be part of it." We had talked about this, Anne had an experience with two men at the same time, many years ago, before we met, I have even written about it, with her consent of course. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time, for you, would it." "Ouch! Thanks for that." "It's not meant as a criticism, I loved the story, mostly because you felt able to share it with me, that's why you are the sexiest woman I've ever been with, bar none," that was the absolute truth. "Come home," she asked. "Ok, give me five minutes, don't kick him out yet, we'll see what happens." "Ok" "Don't worry, if anything did happen, think of it as our present to him, if ever a bloke needed a lift it's your mate Sean." "I know," she giggled again, "It's a bloody shame, he's such a nice bloke, he needs to get off in the worst way, try to put his ex behind him." "There you go then, think of it as a charitable act, you might win an award, Nobel shagging prize." "Just like Mother Theresa?" she enquired. "Well, not sure if she ever won the shagging award, perhaps when she was younger, but you get the idea "Ok." "Ok, what?" "We'll play it by ear, but I can't promise anything." "Five minutes," I told her, then rang off. I took one last look at Sean, through the window, whilst he was making coffee. He'd been constantly adjusting and re-adjusting his cock in his trousers, checking out his reflection in the window, to see if it showed. I waited until Anne returned, she apologised to him for taking so long, telling him that I had called whilst she was in the bathroom and had told her that I would be home shortly. She had fastened two buttons on her shirt, but her jeans button was still undone, her midriff was still bare and could still see the top of her breasts, it was still a very sexy look. "I'd better leave," I heard him say. "Why? "Well, won't he think its odd me being here?" "We haven't done anything that I couldn't tell him about." "Really?" "Yes, really, we don't have secrets, besides it may look even odder if he sees you leaving, just before he gets home, that does look suspicious." "I suppose" he paused "could you really tell him, what happened?" She nodded. "I told him about you kissing me." "Christ!" he was struggling to understand, "is he a big bloke?" "Bigger than you." "Fuck! I mean, sorry," then "can I ask you a personal question?" "You can ask" she responded. "Have you done anything like this before?" "Never." "Then why now, with me." "Don't make too much of it, its just a bit of fun." "Ok, sorry." "You've nothing to apologise for." I wasn't too sure about that, he was way too intense, not an attractive quality in a single bloke. If he didn't learn to loosen up a bit, my wife's gorgeous breasts, may be the last one's he would get to look at for a good long while. I waited for a couple of minutes, before walking back around to the front of the house. Fishing into my pocket for the door key, I let myself in. Anne came to the door to meet me, putting her arms around me she kissed me on the lips, I was still hard and she could feel it. She reached down to stroke me through my trousers. "My, my, someone seems pleased to see me." "I don't think I'm the only one," I nodded towards the kitchen, "come on, introduce me." I walked into the kitchen and removed my jacket and loosened my tie as she introduced her would be suitor, I shook his hand. We chatted for a while, I had to reluctantly admit, he was a nice guy, easy to talk to, we got on well, we were also getting a little worse for wear. We polished off another bottle of wine and were seriously in danger of missing the moment. Anne stood up, swaying slightly, hands on hips, midriff still bare and jeans undone, she looked at me before stating. "I'm going up to bed and if you want any sugar tonight, I suggest you get your skates on, before I pass out," Sean also stood looking at his watch, obviously getting the drift. "Sorry, I'll take off, it really late." "Don't worry," I replied, "finish your drink, you won't get a taxi at this time, you can crash in the spare room," I looked at Anne, "that's ok, isn't it my love." I asked her, I was more than a little drunk. She smiled at me, obviously in a similar state. "Of course it is" she turned and left the room. "Are you sure its ok? I wouldn't want to cramp your style." "Don't worry, you won't." He paused a little. "I'm not too sure if I could stand listening to you shagging all night, more than flesh and blood can stand." "Going through a bit of a dry spell?" I enquired, already knowing the answer. "Tell me about it, I'm not sure I'd remember how to do it, if I got the chance." "I'll leave our bedroom door open for you, take notes, you'll soon pick it up." "I think Anne might have something to say about that." As he said it, Anne appeared at the door, right on cue, hands on hips again, only now she wasn't wearing any jeans and her shirt was unbuttoned again. She still had on the tiny black knickers and her breasts were partially covered, but it was a fantastically sexy sight. She looked at me again. "I won't ask you again, are you coming," then to Sean "you're bed's made up Sean, Greg will show you where you are." With that she turned and left, we both watched her nearly naked bottom depart the room. What a woman. "Sean, don't worry," I looked at him, "I don't think she'll bat an eye lid, in fact, I think she might quite like it." He had a puzzled look. "Are you serious? What about you, I think if it was me, it might freak me out." "You're not me," I stood up "anyway, its not like you haven't seen her before, come on, I'll show you your room." He was momentarily speechless, not quite knowing how to respond. "What do you mean?" I looked at him. "Look Sean, we have no secrets, period, I love and trust her completely, but I don't own her and I know that like any woman, any attention she might get, makes her feel attractive and good about herself and when she's happy then so am I, I reckon It's a lesson that some men learn too late." I wasn't having a dig, or trying to judge him, I did not know enough about his break up, but I reckoned I knew enough to believe I was not too far off the mark. First Time I Get To Watch I switched off the lights and we climbed the stairs a little unsteadily, I led the way. The spare room was directly across the landing from ours, I flicked his light on and pointed over to the double bed. "There you go, its all yours, the bathrooms just down the hall, ok?" he wasn't really listening, he was staring over my shoulder, I turned to see what he was staring at. Our bedroom door was open and through the open door, we could both observe my wife's reflection in the large full-length mirror that we have in the corner of our bedroom. She was facing the mirror, dressed as she was when she last came down stairs, in shirt and panties. If she knew we were watching, she paid us no attention as she slid the white shirt from her shoulders. Sean let out a gasp behind me; I turned and put my finger to my lips, bidding him remain silent. I knew that under normal circumstances, that mirror did not reflect in our direction, so it was obvious that she had turned it slightly towards us, knowing that there was a chance we may be able to watch her. Both of us stood in silence as she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and slid them over her bottom, we had a brief glimpse of her pussy before she bent down to slide her panties off all the way. When she stood back up, Sean had the pleasure of yet another full frontal view of my now nude wife. It was obviously far from my first time, but it might as well have been, as my reaction was always the same, my cock was bursting in admiration. "Does she know we can see?" Sean whispered behind me as we observed Anne checking herself out in the mirror. I shrugged my shoulders as I watched, fascinated, as right on cue; she looked up at us both, our reflections framed by the light of the spare room. She beamed a smile at us before stepping out of view. "I reckon that's a yes," I answered, the spell broken. I ushered him into the room, quickly showed him round, pointed in the general direction of the bathroom. The bed had a quilt but no pillows so I told him I would lend him one of ours, he naturally told me not to bother and that he would be fine. There is a bedside light so I switched it on then I left him to it, switching the main light off on my way out. When I walked into our bedroom, Anne lay on the bed, her eyes closed she was running a finger along the folds of her pussy, bringing herself to the first of what would be many orgasms that evening. I was not ready to disturb her yet as she continued, apart from to reach into the bedside cabinet to pull out a small pink vibrator. I switched it on, her eyes opened as she heard the hum, reaching out to me for it as I placed it into her open hand. She increased the setting before using it on her nipples, whilst still touching her pussy with her other hand. She moved it down, pushing it between her legs, where previously her busy fingers had been. I removed my clothes as I watched, tossing everything to the floor in a heap, my eyes watching her every touch. I now stood naked, in the doorway, I glanced across to the spare room, the light was still on and the door half open. I was not at all sure what either of us wanted to happen, but I wasn't going to force the issue, plus Sean seemed uncomfortable and looked ready to run a mile. I positioned the mirror so I could see onto the landing from the bed; it also meant that anyone on the landing could see onto the bed. I climbed on, next to her, kissing her breasts as she continued to play with herself, I moved up to kiss her neck before reaching her lips. She responded hungrily, her tongue playing with mine, she was very turned on. "You moved the mirror, didn't you?" "I don't know what you mean," she replied with a very sexy smile. "Did you like showing off," I whispered to her as I reached for the vibrator, pushing it against her clit. "Yesss," she groaned, "did you like it?" "Oh yes, I did, so did Sean." "Do you think so?" "I know so, I bet he's listening now, with a huge hard on." "Do you think so?" she repeated. I nodded, then kissed her again, she responded with even more force. "Why don't you have a look for your self?" I suggested, "go and tuck him in." "I can't do that," she protested, with a giggle. "You didn't give him a pillow, I told him you'd take him one of ours." "You didn't?" she responded, a little shocked. "Well, no, I didn't. I said I'd take it, but I'm not really dressed for it now." "Well, neither am I." "Somehow, I don't think he'd mind." She reached for my cock with her free hand, stroking the tip with her thumb. "I want this first, fuck me and I'll think about it." I was very tempted, but held off. "By the time we've finished, he'll have come all over our sheets listening to you, then be fast asleep." "There's always tomorrow morning," she squeezed my cock again as additional persuasion. "You know you won't be able to do it when you're sober." She let go of my cock and paused to think for a moment, obviously considering it. "Ok, but I have to wear something," she reached into her bedside cabinet and pulled out a set of silky pyjamas that she sometimes wore when we stayed out. She sat up and put the jacket on and reached for the pants, I snatched them away. "You don't need these." "You're joking, I can't go in without them." I nodded at her, keeping hold of the bottoms. "Stand up, lets see." She stood in front of the mirror still a little shaky and giggly, the top was just long enough to cover the cheeks of her bottom with the buttons fastened. I stood in front of her and undid all the buttons before pulling it away from her breasts, I teased each one with my tongue until they where stood to attention. I covered her up, fastening just two buttons, then layback on the bed to check her out. Her nipples where clearly visible through the sheer material, but she was covered up when stood still, however when she moved, I caught more than a glimpse of her pussy. "How do I look?" "Very hot," I stated truthfully. I picked up a pillow to pass it to her, she stopped me. "It's ok, there are a couple in the bedding box, I just forgot to get them out." She walked to the door and paused just before leaving. "You sure about this?" I nodded. "I'm one very horny woman at the moment," stating the obvious. I smiled at her, nodding my head towards the door. "Ok, but as long as you realise that you're playing with fire." "Just leave the door open and the light on." "Ok," she blew a kiss then ducked out. I watched her reflection, as she crossed the landing and tapped on his partly open door, his light was still on. "Sean, are you decent." A fairly comical question considering the way she was dressed. I never heard a response and I do not think she waited for one, as she opened the door and stepped into his room. I jumped up out of bed and tip toed across the landing. The spare room was a copy of ours in reverse, the bed had its head against the near wall just to the right of the doorway, so with the door open I could see quite a lot of the room through the open door and most of the rest through the gap at the hinge. I could see him in bed, he'd obviously sat up as she entered, his chest was bare, but I couldn't tell if he was wearing underwear. He was visibly shocked and I suspect he'd been playing with his cock. "Greg says you haven't got a pillow." "Its, its ok," he stammered, looking her up and down. "Don't be soft, don't want you getting a bad neck, there's a couple in the bedding box." The box was against the far wall, she bent over to lift the lid, the lower half of her bare bottom came into view, what a sight. Her legs parted slightly as she rummaged around, like the star of a badly scripted porn flick. Sean's gaze, was transfixed on the same place as mine, there was no way that he could have thought it was an accident, but he did not move. She turned back round to him; clutching two pillows in front of her, show over for the moment. She walked to the side of his bed, facing towards me, leaning forward to place the pillows behind him, as she leaned forward he probably got a good view of the rest of her, he still didn't make a move. "If you need anything else, just give us a knock, you know where we are." "Its ok, I think you should get back to Greg, he'll be waiting for you." "Oh don't worry, he's bloody murder when he's had a drink, probably asleep already." "You're joking?" "What do you mean?" "Nothing." "Go on," she urged. "Well, I couldn't sleep before, but I've no chance after seeing you dressed like that." He was getting a little braver. "Thanks, but don't worry, I'll soon wake him up, he's got some work to do yet" She paused a little. "You'll have to take care of your self." "Sorry?" he was a little flustered. "I saw you" she stated with a mischievous grin, "you weren't quick enough." I'd obviously been correct in my assumptions. "I'm sorry." "What for, I've told you, I'm flattered, assuming that is, you were thinking about me." "Yes," he answered in a whisper. "Good," there was a pause of a couple of seconds, before she continued with a soft whisper and a sexy smile, "you needn't stop on my account." "What?" he replied a little shocked. "You know what I mean." He did not reply, probably a little stunned and more than a little confused, I felt some sympathy for him, he had been teased for most of the evening. She looked him in the eye, wearing a more serious expression. "I mean it," she insisted, in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear. She paused a little again, before continuing with a really dirty grin, "if you show me yours, I might show you mine." My heart was pounding even harder than the vein in my cock, which was now throbbing within the grip of my hand as I held it tight. He still did not move as she pulled on the sheet that was covering his lower half. "Go on, let me see," she whispered. "What about Greg, won't he be waiting for you?" "He'll have to wait a bit longer." "Does he know what you're doing? "I told you, we don't have secrets, now stop talking." He pushed the sheet down to his thighs, exposing his tight black boxers, which where struggling to hide his erection. She nodded to where the top of his cock was poking from above the waistband of his underwear. "Go on," she urged, "don't be shy, take them off." He slowly and seemingly still reluctantly hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down to fully expose his cock, which was cut, quite thick and fully erect. He lifted up of the bed and slid them down even further; she leant forward to pull the sheet away so she could watch as he removed them completely. "That's better, now touch yourself." He kept his hands by his sides before nodding towards her robe. "Your turn," he spoke in a soft but firm voice, his confidence obviously growing a little. "Ok," she responded, "just a peek then." She reached down to the corners of the robe and pulled them apart slowly, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. He gasped out as he placed his left hand around his cock, neither of us taking our eyes away from the sight before us. "Lie back," she instructed, now firmly back in the driving seat. He did her bidding in silence, leaning back against the two pillows, still partially sat up, his hand still around his cock. He groaned in disappointment as she let the robe fall back into place, he need not worry too much. She slowly popped open both buttons, the soft material fell open revealing her pussy again; it was prevented from opening completely by the curve of her breasts. She teased us both further by slowly pulling it open to reveal her erect nipples, not removing it completely; it hung open on either side of her beautiful breasts. She reached up with her right hand to hold her left breast, stroking the nipple with the tip of her index finger as she gazed down towards his cock. "Go on," she pressed again, "I want to see you come." Watching this performance was mind blowing; I could not believe how lucky I was to have this amazingly sexy woman. Neither, I think could Sean, as he quickened the pace of his hand and gripped his balls with the other; he gazed at her nearly naked form. She licked the tips of the fingers of her left hand before placing them against her clitoral area, her index finger making slow circular movements. I had to stop touching myself, conscious of how close I was, my cock twitched in front of me. I didn't want to waste it as I was desperate to fuck her as soon as I got the opportunity, which I hoped, as much as I was enjoying the show, wouldn't be too far off. She had other plans for the moment, obviously enjoying the interlude; she lifted her right foot onto the bed, spreading her legs wider. This afforded her better access and him a better view of her fingers and pussy "Go on," she urged again. He gripped his cock and started to slowly stroke it, the way I had been doing for the last ten minutes or so. She actually released a soft sigh as she watched him stroke his cock; I know how much she loves see me touch myself. I also knew how turned on she had been and this situation was increasing her ardour. I now had to wonder, if she would be able to stop herself from going too far, though I was not too sure myself, how far "too far" actually was. All I knew that even though my stomach was doing cartwheels, I could not take my eyes of the scene unfolding before me. They where in touching distance of each other now and although there wasn't any contact, I watched with baited breath as his right hand, moved away from his own thigh and lay on the bed at his side, merely inches from hers. She was the first to come, as she spread her pussy lips with the fingers of her right hand and stroked her clit with the fingers of her left. Her closed eyes and heavy breathing, an obvious sign of the oncoming orgasm. As she shuddered to a climax, Sean's fingers crept slowly towards the soft skin of her now trembling thigh. He rested his fingers against her leg for a moment, testing for any reaction. There wasn't one, his fingers now gently stroked her from knee to the curve of her hip, I wasn't sure what her intentions where but at that particular moment she seemed beyond caring. When the trembling ceased, eyes now open she looked down as he gripped his cock, his hand barely moving. Lifting the hand she had been using on herself to her mouth, she licked the tip of two of the fingers, then leaned forward to stroke the underside of his cock. His cock twiched in his hand and he let out a soft groan in pleasure and relief at finally being touched. He'd been tortured and teased for most of the evening, so he can't have been too far off, her sensitive touch, might just push him over the edge. "That's it," she encouraged, "don't stop, do it harder," more to Sean's cock than to Sean himself. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, their thighs pushed together, her right hand now on the inside of his thigh, squeezing gently. He reciprocated by firstly stroking the inside of her knee, before moving his hand along her thigh. She in turn, moved her hand higher with a soft stroking motion until her forefinger grazed his balls. He let out a whimpering sound, as she touched this sensitive spot. As he gripped himself tight, she made little circular movements all over his balls with the tip of her forefinger. "Is that nice?" she asked, eyes still firmly fixed on his cock. "Oh god, yes," he responded. "Are you close?" "Yes." "What do you want me to do?" "What, what do you mean," he stammered. "Well, do you want me to carry on doing this?" she stroked his balls again. "Or what about this?" she used the same finger to stroke under the head of his cock. "Aaaah," he responded, "please, just like that." What a tease, at this rate, when he did blow, it would hit the wall behind him. "Or what about this?" she leant forward and licked the spot she had been tracing her fore finger against. "Oooh fuck yes, don't stop, please." She giggled softly, obviously pleased with his reaction, she looked up at him. "Can I hold it?" What a question! "Ooh fuck yes," he repeated as he released his grip on his cock. She reached across with her other hand wrapping it around him, then held his balls in her right hand, kneading them gently as she as she worked on his cock. "Oh god that's fantastic," he whispered, stating the obvious. "How close are you now?" "I, I'm not sure," I suspect the alcohol was holding him back a little and I also suspect she realised this because she leant forward again and licked all around the top of his cock. "Aaaah, that's it." She lifted her head, giggling softly again. "Does that help?" "You've no idea," he responded. "Oh I think I do," she bobbed down to envelope the head of his cock with her mouth, whilst increasing the speed of movement of her left hand. "Aaaah, I'm coming," he warned. She moved her mouth to the underside of his cock, licking and kissing this very sensitive spot. "Aaah, I'm coming," he repeated. And then he did. Raising himself up of the bed to increase the pressure against her mouth, he shot his cum up onto his chest. "Ooooh, fuck," he cried out as she carried on until he'd spurted again and again, his sperm landing on his chest and stomach. She lifted up her head and massaged every last drop out of him as he lay trembling on the bed. "Ooh yes, that's it," she urged him, until he stopped coming, some moments later. "That better?" she giggled again, there was cum all over his chest and no small amount on her hand. She reached down to pick up the top she had been wearing and used it to wipe him down, paying particular attention to his still twitching cock. "That was fantastic, thanks." "No problem," she responded, I quite enjoyed it myself, she patted his cock one last time with the cum soaked shirt, then stood up. Leaning towards him, she pecked him on the lips, he reached up to her, but she stayed his hand. "Ah, ah," I think that's enough for now, don't you?" He just nodded as she moved away from him He was right; it was fantastic, what a woman and I could not wait to show her what an effect she had on me. She stepped back from the bed and bid him goodnight, I stepped away from the door, and crept back into our bedroom. I waited at the other side of the door, stood by the bed as she came into the bedroom. She looked a little sheepish, a worried expression on her beautiful face. "Well?" she asked. "Well, what?" "I know you saw everything, are you angry at me?" I walked to her, held her head in my hands, and kissed her softly. "Are you kidding? It was fantastic, you're fantastic, and without doubt the sexiest woman I have ever known." She broke into a big smile and reached down for my cock, which was poking her in the ribs. "Come on then, big boy, prove it to me." I did, twice that night and once again, the following morning, events that do not need describing, as normal consensual sex between a loving couple, whilst being very satisfying in reality, does not make for interesting reading. The following morning, I bounded out of bed slipping on my boxers, when I heard Sean stir, next door. He was dressed and leaving his room, attempting to close his door quietly. I suspected he may have been too embarrassed to stay for what could have been an uncomfortable breakfast meeting. "Hi," I said. He turned, startled. "Hi, I, I, thought it would be best if I nip off. I nodded in agreement "Sean." "Yes?" "Everything's cool." "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." He did not reply. "It was part of a fantasy for us," I carried on, "you where just in the right place at the right time."