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My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 01

By: Calvin427



1.Nancy Indulges a Whim

Back in Berkeley after our short visit to Montana, where I interviewed for a job at the small university in Butte, Nancy and I were given an opportunity that has pretty much taken over our lives recently. (As for the job in Montana, it was offered to me. I turned it down, though, because my grant-funded job at UC was renewed for another year and the opportunity I just mentioned meant we had to stay put in the Bay Area.)

Thanks to a loan from Nancy's parents, we were able to buy an old two-story house in the inner Richmond District of San Francisco. So, in late August, we moved out of our Berkeley apartment and into the house, which has great potential but is definitely a fixer-upper. I've got a longer commute now to my job, but at least now we live in a more interesting place.

Nancy, meanwhile, found work downtown at an art gallery. The pay isn't great, but she likes the work environment.

Working on the house has taken up most of our "leisure" time. I have quite a bit of job flexibility, including being able sometimes to work at home, so I've been able to get to home improvement projects at odd hours as well as on weekends. Nancy's work schedule is flexible, too. So she's able to help me with the some projects.

But we had to hire several contractors to do the jobs we couldn't do ourselves. Which leads to the main point of this narrative.

One Wednesday evening in late September, just after I got home, Nancy and I were in the kitchen throwing a few things together for dinner while the drywallers finished work for the day in the upstairs bedrooms. Nancy, with a twinkle in her eye, kissed me as I was putting the salad together and told me quietly that an interesting thing had happened a little earlier.

"It wasn't really planned," she began. "But, you know how I am. I had a chance to 'accidentally' show off my body and I took it. I hope you don't mind. I think this is the first time I've done this sort of thing without you being present. It was an evil-minded spur-of-the-moment impulse."

"I wish I'd been here, that's for sure. But go ahead and tell me about it."

We listened to the guys upstairs turning on fans to dry the spackling they'd just applied. Then Nancy put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. She was wearing a sweat shirt and a short skirt, something she'd thrown on quickly, apparently. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd normally wear.

"In a few minutes," she whispered to me, "when the guys come downstairs, you'll notice that there's a new helper. He's just a kid, really."

"That's probably Vince's nephew. He mentioned something about having him help."

"Maybe. I never talked to him."

We expected to hear the drywallers' footsteps on the stairs, but none came. They must have been doing more clean-up.

"Anyway," whispered Nancy, "when I got home at about 3:00 o'clock I could hear the guys working upstairs. I had a snack and decided to take a shower downstairs since they're still working on the upstairs bathroom."

[Since Nancy and I had been displaced from upstairs, we'd been sleeping in the guest room adjoining the kitchen. It was more comfortable than the small cabin in the back yard which the previous owner had used as an art studio. A small bathroom with a shower adjoins the guest room. Its door is only three feet or so from to the door into the kitchen.]

"So, just as I was entering the guest room to get undressed for my shower," she continued, "I caught a glimpse of this kid out of the corner of my eye. He was just walking into the kitchen. Maybe he was getting a drink of water. Anyway, since he'd been working upstairs when I got home, he had no way of knowing who I was. But I knew he saw me going into the guest room."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"No. And as I said I didn't say anything to him. I decided, on an impulse, not to let him know I'd seen him."

"But you were still fully dressed?"

"Yes. I had on the long skirt and sweater I'd worn to work."

Just then we heard the drywallers coming downstairs. I walked out to the bottom of the stairs to intercept them. Vince, the contractor, was the first one down. Behind him was a foreign-looking guy who works for him and, behind this guy, the teenager.

Vince and I talked a few minutes about the job upstairs. He'd be back tomorrow morning, he said. He'd like us to leave the fans on for as long as possible, unless the sound of them was too annoying. As we talked, his main helper and the teenager carried some things out to Vince's truck.

The boy was tall, slender, and rather pale. I could make out short red hair under his baseball cap, which he wore backwards. The one time I stood briefly face-to-face with him he seemed to avoid eye contact.

After they left, I rejoined Nancy in the kitchen. She was putting a casserole in the microwave oven to reheat it. 

"I saw the kid," I said. "He looks about seventeen. I wonder why he's not in school."

Nancy smiled at me. "Do you want me to tell you the rest of what happened?"

I sat down at the kitchen table and said I'd love to hear it.

"As I said, he saw me going into the guest room, but he didn't know I'd seen him. So, feeling devilish, I decided to give him a little show. You see, there's a direct view from the sink here into the guest room when the door is open."

I stood up and walked over to the sink to see what she was talking about. She was right. I could see all the way to the back of the guest room, where a small mirror hung.

"I left the door open when I went in. Why not? It was reasonable for me to think I was alone, right? Just before I started undressing, though, I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. He was standing by the sink looking straight at me. I sat down on the bed then, out of his line of vision, and pulled off my boots. I also took off my top so I was naked except for my long skirt. I figured that if he got nervous or had a fit of decency he'd use the time I was out of his line of vision to leave the kitchen and go back upstairs."

I'd left this morning before Nancy got dressed for work, so I said, "You said you were just wearing your skirt. Were you wearing a bra?"

"Of course not. You know I hardly ever wear one. I wasn't wearing panties, either. At the art gallery they're really relaxed about what I wear. It's not like when I worked at the insurance company."

"So what happened next?"

"I stood up, topless of course, and returned to the mirror with my back to him. At first, as I began unzipping my skirt, I couldn't see him. Then I caught a glimpse of part of his face, just his right eye really, as he peered at me. He must've been standing a couple of feet back from the sink and, I think, leaning forward. He probably thought if I couldn't see his whole body he was safe from detection." 

"So I guess he's not a practiced voyeur. Then what happened?"

"I let the skirt drop to the floor. As I did this I saw his right eye open even wider than it'd been before when all he'd had to look at was my naked back."

My cock was already hard, just from hearing this much of the story. I tried to imagine what this teenage boy had been able to see. At 5'4" and about 115 pounds, Nancy has an absolutely gorgeous body. And her slender, shapely ass is definitely one of her best features. To think that she'd just shown it to a complete stranger! And a horny teenager at that!

Nancy continued: "I stepped out of the skirt, which was bundled around my feet, and bent over to pick it up. I did this as naturally as I could but managed to give him a good show by letting the skirt drop out of my hand so I had to bend down a second time to get it. Without looking too much like a professional stripper, I gave the kid a nice view of my naked butt."

By now, I'd pulled Nancy down into my lap and was caressing her breasts. "Did you spread your legs so he got a really, really good view?"

"I think so. The light wasn't too good in the room so he might not have seen quite everything."

"Well, it's the thought that counts," I said, laughing. "What happened next?"

"I didn't want to frighten him by turning around and walking directly toward him as I went into the bathroom. So, improvising, I made myself temporarily sightless. I got several sheets of tissue paper from the night-stand and, returning to the mirror, began dabbing my eyes with them. I tried to make it look like I was, a little roughly, removing eye make-up. As I did this I got another glimpse of the boy, half of his face at least, as he continued staring at my body. Then, still wiping my eyes, I turned and walked the four or five steps to the bathroom and entered it."

I had my hand up between Nancy's legs by now. She'd spread her legs to let me finger-fuck her as she described the incident with the teenage boy. 

"As I walked into the bathroom, I wasn't absolutely sure he was still there and I made sure not to look where he'd been standing. The last thing I wanted to do was to 'catch' him looking. In case he was still there, I turned on the light in the bathroom so he could get another good look at my body just before I shut the door."

"So you didn't leave the bathroom door open?"

"I decided he'd had enough of me for one day. Actually, that's not quite true. As I came out of the shower about ten minutes later, naked with a towel around my head, I looked to see if he was still there. But he wasn't. Maybe I'll get another chance to tease him later. And maybe we can arrange it so you get to participate somehow. Would you like that?"

Instead of answering, I just kissed her. Then I picked her up and carried her into the guest room where we spent almost an hour fucking. As I fucked her, I kept asking her how it felt being spied on by a teenage boy. As she was cumming, for the second time, she answered me: "Oh fuck, Cal! Being watched like that felt like I was back in high school again."

As we lay in each other's arms afterwards, I asked her what she'd meant by the high school remark. She said she wasn't sure. Maybe, she said, she was thinking of a time years ago when a couple of boys peeked at her as she changed into her bathing suit. She pretended, at the time, that she didn't know they were spying on her.

I didn't press her further on the incident. There was time for that later. Instead, we got up and had dinner. Afterwards, we watched a video and went to bed like a married couple. I was just dozing off when she whispered in my ear, "Let's think of something else I might do for that boy working for Vince. That is, if he's of legal age."

Thursday morning Nancy and I got up fairly early. I had a morning meeting with my team in Berkeley and she had to go in early to help take down an exhibition. Sitting in the kitchen having coffee and toast, we discussed yesterday's incident. Actually, it was a continuation of pillow talk from last night.

She decided she didn't want to repeat the caught-naked-getting-ready-to-shower scene. It was too hard pretending that she couldn't see her voyeur standing a few feet away in kitchen. If we wanted to give the kid another treat we'd have to think of something more creative.

"I'll be home early today," I said. "I should get here about the same time you do, that is around 3:30. I'll try to learn more about him. I want to make sure he's not seriously unbalanced. I don't want him falling in love with you and going nuts."

"I agree, though I don't think a guy has to be unbalanced to fall for me," she said. "By the way, nothing may come of this. I mean, we probably don't want much sexual adventuring going on here in our new house. I'd be perfectly happy to let yesterday be a one-time-only thing."

We caught the bus downtown. Nancy got off first. I watched her walk, a little haughtily with her head held high, down Geary Street toward the art gallery. To me, she looked like a movie star. Under her coat, I knew she was wearing another long skirt and a somewhat diaphanous blouse. And I knew what anyone else would know if they looked at her closely enough: she was braless. What no one but me knew was that she was also sans panties. 

I got off near a BART station and caught a train to Berkeley. All day at work I imagined how she looked taking down paintings from walls. Would she be standing near a window? If she did, the shape of her smaller-than-average breasts would be apparent to anyone with eyes. Actually, I thought, she should've worn grubby clothes to work today. I wondered why she hadn't.

2.We're Overheard Fucking

I got home before Nancy did. The guys were working upstairs on the bathroom and the ceiling above the stairs and upper landing. I squeezed past the ladder on the stairs and checked out what they were doing. Then I asked them if they'd like to take a break and have a beer. They took me up on it.

Vince, the contractor, is about forty-five. He was recommended to me by a friend of a friend. His number-one helper is Raheem, a young South Asian guy whom, I think, Vince picked up the casual labor office. The teenager, Bryce, is Vince's nephew. 

Bryce, I learned, is staying with Vince until he gets back on his feet. We didn't talk about it, but I got the impression that the boy had been in some kind of trouble back in Louisville, where he'd grown up. He'd dropped out of high school but planned on getting a GED through a program the San Francisco School District offers. He had just turned eighteen.

Vince said it was OK to let him have a beer, so he joined Vince, Raheem, and me in the kitchen. As we drank our beers, we talked a little more about the job. Then I asked Bryce straight out what caused him to move out to San Francisco.

He wasn't shy about discussing it. He said he was "fed up with all the bullshit" he'd encountered in Louisville. He was smart enough. But he hated the social part of high school and he especially didn't get along with the teachers. They were always telling him how he was wasting his potential and their time.

Vince interrupted him. "Don't forget about the drugs," he said.

"It was just some pot. I got caught with it at school and they all freaked out. They called the cops in and took me downtown until my mom came to get me. That's when I decided not to return to school." He had a very slight southern accent.

"So, are you really into drugs?" I asked.

His answer seemed altogether honest. "The funny thing is I'm not. I mean, occasionally I smoke a little pot. But that's all. I've never done any hard stuff."

Vince spoke up for his nephew. "He's actually a good kid. And he's good worker. He's picked up drywalling fast and he's pretty good at plastering, too. Too bad I can't keep him on. He's got to find other work after this job because I'm closing down for a few weeks to go back to Kentucky."

"Me too," said Raheem. "I must find work, too."

Just then (it was a little after 4:00 o'clock) I heard Nancy coming in the front door. Carrying a large shopping bag, she walked straight through the dining room into the kitchen.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, dropping the bag on the floor. "The bus home was sheer hell. It was full of bratty school kids. Can I have a beer, too?"

I stood up and gave her a hug. "Maybe we can drive our car downtown, at least part of the time. Parking is expensive, but maybe you can ask around for a good deal."

I got her a beer and poured it into a tall glass for her. Then I watched (we all watched) as she took off her long coat and draped it over a chair. Slightly flushed from her exertions, she looked absolutely beautiful in her boots, long brown skirt, and cream-colored blouse. She stood leaning against one of the kitchen counters drinking her glass of beer. She knew, of course, that all four of us (Vince and Raheem seated at the table, Bryce and I standing at opposite sides of the room) were checking her out as she stood there. It was the kind of situation she especially liked -- being the center of men's attention -- even if, as in this case, the situation wasn't overtly sexual.

After taking several sips, Nancy said to Vince, "We've met, but I don't know the other two guys."

Vince introduced Raheem and Bryce. Raheem politely stood up and shook hands with her. Bryce shook hands with her, too, but didn't look her in the face as he did.

Nancy quickly finished her beer (I guess the bus-ride home had made her pretty thirsty) and announced provocatively, "I have to get out of my work clothes." I noticed she smiled at Bryce as she said this. The poor kid actually blushed.

She then picked up her shopping bag, went into the guest room, and shut the door behind her.

Vince stood up and said, "Come on, guys. That's enough of a break. Let's finish up for the day." He headed back upstairs, his two helpers trailing behind him. Just as he was leaving the dining room to mount the stairs, Bryce darted a glance back into the kitchen where I was. Ours eyes met and I thought he looked worried about something. Did he suspect that Nancy had seen him watching her yesterday? Did he think she might've told me about it?

I quickly went into the guest room and found that Nancy had already stripped naked. She lay on the bed smiling up at me irresistibly with her legs spread and her right hand caressing her cunt. "He's pretty cute, isn't he?" she asked. "Did you find out how old he is?"

Actually, it hadn't occurred to me whether or not Bryce was "cute." I guess, for a kind of gawky, non-athletic kid, he was good-looking enough. 

I lay down next to her and pulled her naked body up against me. "He's eighteen. He seems like a slightly screwed-up kid, but he's not bat-shit crazy." I told her, with her occasional prodding, all I'd learned about Vince's nephew. She listlessly masturbated herself as we talked.

After a few minutes, Nancy said, "Why don't you get naked, too?" As I got undressed, she got under the covers, shuddering. "Come under here and warm me up please."

As soon as I climbed into bed next to her, Nancy slid down my body and took my hardening cock in her mouth. I lifted up the covers to watch her lick and suck it, wondering what had gotten into her. She wasn't normally this horny when she got home after work.

But I didn't give it a whole lot of thought. After warming ourselves while doing an under-the-covers 69, we threw the covers off so we could move more freely. We proceeded to do all kinds of wonderful things to each other's bodies. 

Overhead, I could hear Vince and the guys gathering up their stuff and heading downstairs. But I think Nancy was too involved at the time riding my cock to notice. She seemed in another world. I think, for her, just being in the same house with a lot of guys was sexually arousing. Having sex with one of them, even if it was her husband, probably just added to the excitement. 

Then I thought I heard the guys leaving out the front door.

Meanwhile, as she continued to ride my cock, Nancy's whimpering and moaning got louder and louder. She was obviously approaching an orgasm. But despite all the noise she was making, I thought I heard someone moving around in the kitchen. Apparently not all of the guys had left. And I knew whoever was in the kitchen could easily hear her.

As she achieved her orgasm, she became quite vocal and pretty loud. "Oh, shit! Cal, I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" It was very exciting to me knowing that some guy in the kitchen might be listening to my gorgeous wife's ecstatic utterances. And, I hate to say it, but I liked the idea of some other guy knowing how good I was at getting my wife off. 

Even as I ejaculated into her, though, I had to laugh at myself. Sure, she was having a big orgasm with me. The fact is, because of the way she's wired sexually, she has orgasms with almost any guy she fucks. There's nothing special about me. Because she loves me, however, she likes to feed my ego by saying that there is.

As we lay next to each other for several minutes in what used to be called post-coital lassitude, I listened for more sounds in the kitchen. I didn't hear any, though. Instead, I thought I heard the front door closing. I whispered to my wife that we might've been overheard having sex. She kissed me and said, "Good."


My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 01



We got dressed and, at around 6:30, went out to dinner. We settled for a small Italian restaurant near West Portal. 

As we were eating, my cell phone rang. It was Vince telling me he thought he'd be able to finish the drywall work by Monday. Then he asked me if I planned on painting the upstairs area myself or if I was going to hire someone to do it.

I told him I'd probably hire somebody. He asked me if I'd consider hiring his nephew Bryce. He said Bryce had wanted to ask me himself, he's stayed behind to talk to me. He told Vince that he supposed I was in the guest room, but he decided not to bother me there.

So it was Bryce in the kitchen listening to Nancy and me fuck! I asked Vince if his nephew had any experience as a painter and he said that Bryce had painted another place he'd drywalled when he first arrived in San Francisco. He did a good job. I told Vince I'd think it over and discuss it with him tomorrow. Then I told Nancy about the offer. I also told her it was Bryce who'd eavesdropped on us. 

She gave me a wicked look and said, "Gosh, do you think it might be kind of dangerous having him around the house like that? I mean, he's seen me naked and, unless he's deaf, he knows I really, really like sex. What if he gets the wrong idea?"

"I'm not sure what the wrong idea would be, but, like you said, you don't want to do any sexual adventuring in the house. So it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Nancy laughed. "I think I said we shouldn't do 'much' sexual adventuring not 'any' sexual adventuring. Anyway, we don't have to be absolutists. We just have to use ordinary caution. My teasing would stop right away if I got the idea that Bryce might be a problem."

Driving back from the restaurant, Nancy told me about the incident in high school she'd mentioned earlier: "I was only fifteen and out one night after dinner with a bunch of kids. We ended up at a rich girl's house where there was a swimming pool. Anyway, I didn't have my bathing suit with me and she offered to lend me one of hers. When I got into her bedroom to change into it, I immediately took off my jeans and top. That's when I noticed two jocks hanging around her window. There was a curtain, but it wasn't completely closed."

"Did you close it?" I asked. Damn! Hearing just this much of an incident from fifteen years ago was already causing my cock to stiffen.

"I thought about it but decided to have a little fun. So I just stood there with my back to the window in my bra and panties for a few seconds. Looking in a mirror (bigger than the one in our guest room), I could just make out a pair of eyes peering in at me. Shaking with excitement, knowing the effect I would probably have on the guy, I took off my bra and threw it on the floor with my outer clothes."

"Then I slowly put on the bikini top, turning my body slightly so one of my almost nonexistent breasts was partially exposed to the boy. I should've said 'boys.' Because looking again in the mirror, I noticed in the light coming from the swimming pool that two guys were peeking in at me now, one pair of eyes over the other. I could hear one of them giggling and the other trying to shut him up."

"So," I asked, "you were wearing a bikini top and your panties? What kind of panties were they?"

"White ones, I think. But they were pretty skimpy." She paused to look at me as I drove. Maybe she was trying to figure out how I was taking all this. Then she continued. "I pulled my panties down and let them drop to my feet. Then, still with my back to the two jocks, I bent slowly forward, picked the panties up, and laid them on top of my other clothes. I thought I heard one of the guys say something. It sounded more like an involuntary vocalization than actual words. Turning toward the window, I took my time reaching down to the bed, picking up the bikini bottom, turning it around in my hands as though trying to figure out which way it went on, and stepping into it. I was pretty skinny then, so my tits probably weren't too exciting to them. But I know they got a pretty good look at my crotch, at my pubic hair, what little there was of it."

"Damn! What happened when you finally went swimming?" I asked.

"Not much. I pretty much hung out with the girls I was with. Once one of the boys who'd watched me grabbed me from behind and tossed me in the air. He managed to feel one of my tits, I think, but he didn't try anything else. Remember, I was still a virgin then. Later, when I got dressed in my school clothes again, the curtain in the bedroom was pulled shut all the way. So there was no chance to give anyone a second show."

"So that was the incident that showing your naked body to Bryce reminded you of?"

"Yes. Funny thing is I hadn't thought of it for years. Not till you asked me how it felt when he was spying on me."

I now had a full hard-on, and Nancy must have become excited telling me her story, because when we got home we immediately tumbled into bed for another energetic sex session. We got one another off orally this time. Her delicious cunt tasted ever so slightly of oregano.

Then we lay awake for a while, talking about what might happen tomorrow.



My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 02



3. Nancy Plans a Shopping Trip

On Friday morning, Nancy and I got up earlier than usual and went for a jog. It was a good way to get to know our new neighborhood. When we got home we took a shower together in the rather cramped bathroom adjoining the guest room. It would really be nice to move back upstairs again!

I wanted to get to work early, so I left the house at about 6:45. Nancy, wearing a short white terry cloth robe (and nothing else), kissed me good-bye. She said she wouldn't be going to the gallery until late morning, so she'd still be home when the drywallers arrived. She said she'd pass on the message to Vince that we were willing to hire Bryce to paint the upstairs bedrooms, bathroom, and landing area.

I asked her, just before I left, if she was going to get dressed before the guys arrived or if she intended to stay in her robe. Smiling at me, she said she'd probably still be in her robe but that she'd try not to let the guys see too much of her.

At the bus stop, I began thinking of all kinds of possible situations involving my beautiful wife and the drywallers. Her robe was quite short and prone to falling open. If she wasn't careful leaning forward, her naked ass could be seen from the back and her breasts could be seen from the front. Would she walk up the stairs, to discuss the job they were doing, wearing only her robe? If she did, anyone below her on the stairs would be treated to a wonderful view of her naked ass and crotch.

I kept thinking of Nancy in her robe walking around with the guys upstairs discussing this and that with them. She'd said that she'd try not to let them see too much of her. Did this mean that she meant to show them some of herself?

Ah, the delicious torture of being married to an exhibitionist.

I called home as soon as I got to work in Berkeley. Nancy said the guys had arrived about thirty minutes earlier and that she'd told Vince we'd hire his nephew. I asked her if she was still in her robe and she answered no, she'd met them at the front door stark naked. For a split second, I was jolted. Then I realized she was putting me on.

She laughed and said that if the guys had shown up a little earlier, they might've caught her in her robe. But she'd put on pants and a top by the time they arrived.

Nancy had a parting message for me. "If it makes you feel better, all three of the guys seemed very interested in my top. It's unbuttoned pretty low and rather sheer. I noticed them staring at my breasts several times. But I've got to go to work now. I'll see you later at home."

I left work early, telling my boss I'd complete the project I was working on over the weekend at home. Actually, it was pretty routine for all of us to knock off early on Fridays. I got home at about 3:00 o'clock. Nancy wasn't home yet, and I could hear the guy working upstairs.

I got a beer from the refrigerator and sat down in the living room to relax. About fifteen minutes later, I heard Nancy on the porch going through her purse for her keys. I stood up quickly and opened the door for her.

I followed her through the dining room and into the kitchen, where I got myself and her another beer. She removed her coat and laid it on a counter.

"Did you talk to Bryce about the painting job?" she asked. It was interesting that this should be her first thought upon arriving home. Had she been preoccupied with the idea of having the teenage boy working alone in the house? 

I told her I hadn't. I'd talk to him as soon as he was available.

A few minutes later, as Nancy and I sat at the kitchen table drinking beer, Vince came downstairs. He said they'd made better-than-expected progress today. In fact, they were virtually done with the job. He said the seams looked really good, but he'd stop by in the morning and see how dry the mud was. He thought he'd be able to begin sanding. He'd already turned on the fans upstairs to speed up the drying.

I handed him a beer and he joined us at the table. A few minutes later, his two helpers came downstairs with buckets, trowels, and other gear. They carried them out to his truck. Then they came back in the house and carried down some more stuff.

As Vince, Nancy, and I sat around the table chatting, Vince's eyes went repeatedly to my wife's breasts. 

No wonder. She hadn't been lying earlier when she said her blouse was sheer. At times, it was possible to make out her light pink areolas. Once, when she stood up to do something at the sink, the light coming through the back door backlit her so that the shape of her left breast, including its nicely erect nipple, was briefly but clearly visible. Both of us watched her breasts jiggle as she walked back to the table. 

Also, the top two buttons of her blouse were undone so that the insides of her breasts were on greater or lesser display depending on one's vantage point and what she was doing. A fake-pearl necklace hanging down between her breasts drew further attention to them.

Bryce and Rasheem joined us in the kitchen then. Rasheem told Vince he had to leave as soon as possible and Vince asked him if he needed a ride home. He said he didn't, that he'd take a bus home. Vince walked outside with him and the two of them chatted for a few minutes on the front porch. 

Bryce sat down in a chair next to Nancy and she asked him if his uncle minded if he had a beer, too. He said Vince didn't care so long as he didn't get drunk, so Nancy fetched him one from the refrigerator. 

"You guys can drink all the beer you want," she said. "I'm going to have some wine, though."

She returned to the refrigerator and removed an open bottle of white zinfandel from a shelf near the bottom. Her ass looked great as she bent forward in her tight dark pants. There wasn't, of course, even a hint of a panty line. Bryce and I watched her reach up for a wine glass in the pantry, pour wine into it, and return to the table.

I decided, just as Vince returned to the kitchen, that while it was great fun leering at my wife's body, I should discuss the painting job with Bryce. Bryce and I agreed on an hourly wage. Vince, rejoining us at the table, said he'd leave a tall ladder for his nephew to use (the ceiling are high) and that he'd bring some drop cloths by tomorrow when he came by to do some sanding. He asked Bryce to help him with the sanding and Bryce eagerly agreed. There was little doubt in my mind about the source of his eagerness.

Nancy mentioned shopping for paint tomorrow afternoon.

Bryce asked Vince how long the sanding would take. Vince thought they should be finished by noon.

Bryce spoke directly to Nancy, as though I weren't in the room. "I'd like to go with you tomorrow afternoon, if that's all right." 

"OK, that's a date," said Nancy, smiling broadly at him. Her choice of words, I'm sure, was meant to tantalize him.

We sat around another thirty minutes talking and drinking. Then Vince said it was time to go. He and his wife had to get ready for their trip to Kentucky. Since he was virtually finished with the drywalling job, he thought they could take off on their trip on Monday or Tuesday.

"So," said Nancy to Bryce as he was going out the front door with his uncle, "you're going to be all by yourself for several weeks, right?"

"I guess so," said Bryce.

"He'd better be all by himself," said Vince. "We don't want him bringing friends by."

After they left, I (good-naturedly) confronted Nancy about her flirtation with Bryce. "What's this about your paint-shopping 'date' tomorrow? Do you want me to come along or would you rather I stayed home?"

She kissed me and said, "Now don't be a bad sport, Cal. I'm just having a little fun. You can come with us if you like."

"What do you think will happen, though?"

"Oh, probably not much. Maybe I'll accidentally let him see my tits. You know the possibilities given the way I dress. Anyone spending much time around me is likely to see more than he should. Would you like to watch me turn him on?"

"Yes, I would," I answered. "Watching you turn guys on is one of the things I like best about our little games."

"Is it as good as watching me getting fucked?"

"Not quite. But it's plenty exciting to me."

Nancy kissed me again. "Should we plan tomorrow's little scene or should we just wing it?" 

"Let's give it some thought," I said. "I also have some ideas involving the studio cabin in the back yard. Maybe not for tomorrow but for a little later."

I led her outside and, after a few tries, managed to get the key to work in the door of the little building. Inside, the place was pretty much a mess, but it had definite possibilities. It has three rooms: a relatively open space that had once been used by an artist, a little bathroom with a toilet and basin, and another room which might've once been used as a kitchen. Now all it contained was a hot-plate that didn't look like it worked.

Because Vince needed the upstairs pretty much cleared out while he worked, we'd stashed a lot of our upstairs furniture in the cabin. More of it was in another room downstairs in the house. 

Leaning against a wall was a small bed frame and a box springs that belonged in the cabin. 

"What were you thinking of?" asked Nancy.

"First, we need to clean the place up. Then, I think, it might again become an artist's studio of a sort. It could be a place where you could do a little modeling, nude of course, for the right people."

"So you think Bryce might be an artist?"

"I doubt it. I'm thinking of another use of it for him." I then went on to explain an idea I had about Bryce staying in the cabin a night or two while he was painting upstairs. I thought it could lead to several interesting situations.

Nancy immediately became excited about the plan. The idea of having a horny voyeur on premises, especially if it were only for a short time, was very attractive to her.

"But, first things first," she said. "Let's plan our paint-buying trip tomorrow first." And we did, keeping the plan rather loose. Talking about this trip, and the possible uses we might make of the studio cabin, made us horny. But we decided to go out for a while and take care of one another's sexual needs later.

We took in play downtown, had a few drinks, and returned home. We fell into bed and had a brief but wonderful sexual experience that culminated with my fucking her in her asshole.

4.Saturday's Adventure Begins

Nancy usually works on Saturday, but before going to sleep Friday night she called a woman she works with and got her to cover her shift. So both of us were free all day. Well, I was nearly free. I spent about two hours in the morning on my take-home work.

Vince and Bryce arrived at about 10:00 a.m. and immediately went upstairs to do some sanding. Despite San Francisco's high humidity, the fans had done their work. The seams were dry enough for them to work on.

Nancy spent most of her morning out in the studio cabin cleaning it out. Wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, she was hardly dressed for seduction. At about 11:30, just as I was finishing my take-home work, she asked me to come out and see the progress she'd made.

The place was greatly improved. She'd swept and vacuumed. She'd even washed its two large windows. She'd assembled the bed frame and placed the box springs over it under the window facing the house. The old floral curtains, which were tattered, lay in a pile on the floor. She hadn't done anything with the sinkless "kitchen," but she'd thoroughly cleaned the toilet and basin in the bathroom.

"Also, I think I'd like to buy a mattress today to put on the box springs. Maybe we could shop for that after we get the paint. Since we only need a small mattress, we should be able to roll it up and put it in the trunk."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

"Then I'm going to need some new blinds for the windows, if that's OK with you," she said.

"Sounds like we need a major shopping trip then," I said. "Why don't we just go to the Home Depot in Westlake Center and pick up the paint and the other stuff at the same time?"

At about 12:30, just as Nancy and I were finishing a late lunch in the kitchen, Vince and Bryce came downstairs. Vince announced that they were through sanding and asked us both to go upstairs and check their work. Nancy, saying she had to take a shower and change clothes, disappeared into the guest room. Bryce, pretty grubby looking, sat down at the kitchen table and I made him a sandwich and gave him a beer. Vince and I then went upstairs to see what had been done.

Vince took off at about 1:00 o'clock, leaving Bryce with us. He was still sitting at the kitchen table (eating and drinking his second beer) waiting for Nancy to finish showering and dressing. Since he was so dusty, especially on his head, she'd told him he could use the shower after she was done. 

I got a beer from the refrigerator and sat down with Bryce. I explained that we'd expanded the purpose of our shopping trip to include several items besides paint. But, I supposed, he wouldn't mind putting up with us. He said he definitely didn't mind.

A few minutes later, Nancy emerged from the guest room wearing her short white terry cloth robe and drying her hair with a towel. "It's your turn," she said. "I think there's enough hot water left."

The robe, as I mentioned earlier, came way up her slender thighs. And it fell open at the top unless she held it shut with her hands. She knew, of course, the effect this would have on Bryce. 

I stood up and moved discretely into the dining room so he'd think no one was watching him. Standing about fifteen feet behind him in the next room, I noticed that he didn't take his eyes off Nancy as she finished drying her hair and began moving around the kitchen doing several things. His attention was rewarded when, after washing a glass in the sink, she reached up to the cupboard to put it away. As she reached up, the perfect bottom of her right ass cheek came briefly into view.

Then she turned abruptly and walked over to the table. "You're finished with this, aren't you?" she asked. She meant the plate he'd used while eating a sandwich. He nodded his head yes. Nancy then leaned forward, further than was strictly necessary, and picked up the plate. But (still bending forward) she set the plate back down and, using both hands, brushed a few crumbs together into a little pile before picking them up and putting them in the plate. Finally, she turned her back to him and brought the plate over to the sink.

These maneuvers of my evil-minded wife, which took all of twenty seconds, gave Bryce a close-up, eye-level view of both of her naked breasts. That's because the whole time she was bending forward fooling with the plate and the crumbs the top of her robe was wide open. Even from where I was standing, with a worse angle than Bryce had, I could clearly see a nipple, her right one, bobbing and dancing as she brushed the crumbs into a pile and shoveled them into the plate. It was a masterful, erection-raising performance.

Washing his plate at the sink, Nancy said (over her shoulder), "It's time for you to take a shower now, Bryce. We've got to get going pretty soon."

He immediately got up, almost stumbled into the guest room, and shut the door behind him.

I rejoined her in the kitchen then. She gave me a big smile and asked me how I thought she'd done. I told her, just as we heard Bryce turn on the shower, that she'd been wonderful. "It's an experience he'll never forget," I said. "I never had a chance to be around a beautiful woman who was careless about her clothing when I was his age. Bryce is one lucky bastard."

As we embraced, Nancy reached down and felt my erection. "Do you think he has a hard-on in the shower?"

I told her he probably did.

She laughed and said she hoped he didn't finish his shower too soon because she was going into the guest room to get dressed. I followed her as she opened the door of the guest room and walked past the closed bathroom door into the area of the room with our bed and boxes of temporarily stored clothing. I sat down on the bed and watched her as she threw off her robe, knelt down, and picked up several skirts. She selected one and put it on. It came about mid-thighs and was pleated. 

Beautifully topless, she twirled in her skirt for me. "Maybe I'll go for the high school cheerleader look today. What do you think?"

I heard Bryce turn off the shower in the bathroom. "Are you going to wear panties?" I whispered. Bryce, in the bathroom, was only about twelve feet away from us. I wasn't sure how much he could hear.

"Maybe," she said. She reached into another box and picked up a thin white sweater with a scoop neck. She pulled it on just as Bryce emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed that he had almost no belly and his arms and shoulders were thin but with sinewy muscles. He seemed surprised to see us in the guest room, though I'm pretty sure he'd heard us talking.

"I'm almost dressed, Bryce," said Nancy. "Just give me a minute and we'll leave you alone in here."

I walked back out to the kitchen sink and looked back as Nancy rifled through yet another box. She picked out a pair of tiny white g-string panties and took a few seconds to inspect them. "I guess these will do," she said. Then, with Bryce looking straight at her (and I watching by the sink), she stepped into them, pulled them up under her skirt, and sort of wriggled herself into them. She did this quickly enough that she gave us only the briefest look at her panty-covered cunt.

Smiling at Bryce, she said, "There. Now I'm ready to go out." Then she walked past him (still naked except for his towel), out of the guest room, and closed the door behind her. 

I grabbed her then and pushed my hard cock up against her. "I'd like to bend you over this table right now and fuck you," I whispered. "I've never seen you look so fuckable."

"There's no time now for that, Cal. I promise I'll take care of you later, OK?"

She sat in my lap at the kitchen table for a few minutes as I kissed her and pinched her nipples through her sweater. Soon they were quite erect and very noticeable. As we listened to the shower running, I asked her, "Do you think Bryce will like the way your nipples look in this sweater?"

She laughed. "He's bound to. I mean, look what you've done. You've turned my nipples into little pointers." 

I had a full, rather uncomfortable, erection in my pants. Nancy asked, "Are you going to get rid of that before we leave?" Then she added, "Maybe I'd better leave you alone for a while so it'll go away."

She stood up then and walked over to the sink. She puttered around there for a few minutes. I think she was cleaning out the screen. Finally, we heard Bryce turn off the shower. 

A few minutes later, she walked over to the door of the guest room and knocked on it. "Are you about done in there, Bryce?" she said. "I need to get into the bathroom to do my make-up."

I heard him mumble something and a few minutes later he opened the door. He came out into the kitchen re-dressed in his grimy work clothes and carrying his socks and tennis shoes. He looked flushed and I wondered if he'd been jacking off.

Nancy, meanwhile, stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

"I have to get ready, too," I said to Bryce. "We should be ready to go in about ten minutes." I walked into the guest room, my hard-on now partially subsided, and sat down on the bed to wait for Nancy. Actually, I was ready to go. All I needed to do before we left was take a piss.

She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later looking more like a teenager than I'd seen her look in some time. She'd applied eye-liner and light-pink lip gloss. And, to complete the teenie look, she'd put her hair in pig-tails. She walked over to where I sat on the bed and pulled up her skirt in the front.




My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 02



"How do you like this? Do you think I was a too careless putting these on?" she asked. She'd rearranged her g-string panties so that the little gauzy panel sagged loosely below her cunt. More interestingly, she'd pulled the panel to one side far enough to fully expose her slit.

I reached up and quickly inserted my right index finger deep inside her cunt. She quickly looked toward the kitchen to see if Bryce was able to see what we were doing. Seeing that he wasn't looking into the room, she spread her legs a little wider and let me slide my finger in and out of her very moist cunt. She made no sound but was obviously enjoying what I was doing to her. I think she liked the idea of Bryce being just in the next room while I fingered her. Later, when we talked about it, she admitted that the chance of the teenager catching us doing this had been exciting to her.

But he hadn't. He missed the quiet, hissing little orgasm she achieved within two minutes of my inserting first one then a second finger inside her.

Several minutes later the two of us emerged from the guest room as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But Bryce wasn't in the kitchen. We found him in the living room leafing through a magazine. Minutes later we were on our way to Daly City.

5.Shopping with Bryce

I drove our car (a Ford Taurus) and Nancy sat beside me in the passenger seat. Bryce rode in the back seat. The weather was pretty nice, so Nancy carried a coat but didn't put it on. On the way to Westlake Center, she teased me several times by pulling her skirt all the way up to her crotch and jutting her breasts forward to show off her nipples.

I parked the car and the three of us walked into Home Depot. Nancy and Bryce walked ahead of me pushing a shopping cart as I dawdled behind, pretending to be diverted by this and that. By the time they reached the paint section, I was some forty feet behind them lost among other customers. 

Several things were immediately apparent. My wife may have been intending to put on a show for Bryce, but there were several other guys getting a show as well. I saw two husband types staring at her pointy nipples, and one guy actually went out of his way to get a closer look by following Bryce and her to the paint section. At one point, the guy was standing just a few inches to the side of her pretending to be interested in paints. When Nancy knelt down on one knee to look at a can of paint on the bottom shelf, I was treated to the spectacle of Bryce on one side of her and the husband type on the other side of her sharing a good look down the front of her sweater.

A clerk came over to help them. He led them to the color-selection desk, where Nancy spent several minutes trying to make a decision. At one point she sat down in a chair with a little color-fan in her hand. Her skirt rode way up when she sat down. I moved to a different position about thirty feet away from her to get a more straight-on view of her. 

The clerk, who looked about two years older than Bryce, stood behind her looking over her shoulder. Bryce positioned himself in front of her, almost in my line of vision. Finally, what I hoped would happen happened. Nancy turned her body in the chair to ask the clerk something. As she did this, her left foot remained planted on the floor and her right foot slid about two feet to the side. Bryce (and I, farther away) were treated to a crotch-shot that lasted a full five seconds.

The husband type, who'd gotten a nice down-sweater view minutes earlier, was still looking at her but from a bad angle. He missed what Bryce and I saw. My view from some distance was of an off-center strip of white and some pink flesh. Bryce, only a few feet in front of her, had a clear view of pubic hair as well as (probably) one of Nancy's cunt lips.

Knowing that my wife had just shown this teenager so much, I experienced all the familiar feelings of jealousy and arousal. My cock had been semi-erect all day, but watching her put on this little show was causing me to get harder by the second. As I watched the clerk put cans of primer and flat paint into the basket, I wondered if this was as far as she'd go today. 

Nancy and Bryce followed the clerk over to the paint shaker and watched as he did the cans two at a time. Then he put them in their basket again. Nancy appeared to be very interested in the process. She kept leaning in to watch the cans in the shaker, and each time she did her scoop neck sweater fell open quite a bit. From where I was standing, I could tell that the clerk was getting a very nice tit show.

I rejoined Nancy and Bryce then. The three of us then went around gathering other painting supplies: rollers and brushes mainly. We had some things at home already.

Then we bought a couple of blinds and an electric space heater for the studio cabin. We looked at a few mattresses but decided not to buy one at Home Depot. We decided, instead, to try to buy one in San Francisco. There was a place fairly near our house.

We headed back to the city and dropped off the paint and blinds at our house. Bryce and I carried the paint into the house. Then we came back out to the car where I was surprised to see Nancy, with her right knee on the bottom of the open trunk door, leaning way into the trunk as though trying to rearrange some things in there. 

She seemed oblivious (and I acted as though I were oblivious too) to the fact that her short skirt had ridden way up and her ass, naked except for the tiny string going up her butt crack, was almost completely exposed. I walked up next to her as though to help her do whatever she was supposed to be doing, but Bryce had a better idea. He walked a few feet directly behind her. Leaning into the trunk next to her, I snuck a look back at him. His eyes were riveted on my wife's delicious ass. And she held the position, varying it only slightly, for almost a full minute!

"He's getting a great view," I whispered excitedly to her. 

"That's the whole idea," she whispered back. "I hope he likes what he sees."

"He'd fucking better. You're giving him the ultimate upskirt view. He can see your whole ass, and the way you've got your legs he can probably see your part of your cunt and maybe your asshole, too."

A few seconds later, she backed awkwardly out of the trunk and stood up. Smiling at Bryce, whose face was redder than ever and who had a definite bulge in the front of his jeans, Nancy said, "Next time I'll leave that job for somebody else." She didn't bother to explain what "that job" was because there wasn't one.

Then we drove Bryce over to Vince's house and dropped him off. He asked if he could come by the next morning, Sunday, to begin the job. His original plan was to begin on Monday. Hmm. What could've changed his mind?

When we got home, we went to a mattress store on Geary Avenue and bought a cheap single-bed mattress. We put it on top of the box springs in the studio cabin and hung the new blinds. Finally, we plugged in the space heater and turned it on for about an hour. Soon the cabin was quite comfortable. 

By now it should be obvious that our plan for the next few days involved the little cabin in our back yard. It also involved a defective blind in the guest room window that looked out upon the back yard.

At about eight o'clock we went out for the evening. We hung out in a few bars downtown. Nancy, still in the revealing outfit she'd worn while shopping earlier, "accidentally" displayed her breasts and her crotch several times to several lucky bar patrons. The only difference in her evening outfit was that she'd gone without panties.

When we got home, a little drunk, we had a wonderful fuck. Then we lay in bed talking some more about what might happen tomorrow and the days following.



My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 03



6. Bryce Just Gets Luckier and Luckier 

We got up rather late Sunday morning. We would've slept longer but at about 8:30 Bryce rang the door bell and woke us up. Half asleep, I let him in and went upstairs with him to get him launched on the painting job. I took special care to lay out the drop cloths for him so he wouldn't make a mess.

Then I crawled back into bed with Nancy. Damn. I didn't think the kid would be so fucking early. Of course, the possibility of seeing more of my wife's body must've been quite an incentive to him.

When I woke up again at about 10:00 o'clock Nancy was up. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen. I could also hear Bryce moving a ladder around upstairs.

I crawled out of bed and got into a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. Nancy had made coffee, but she'd moved out of the kitchen. I poured myself a cup and went into the living room where she sat drinking her coffee and sorting through the Sunday paper.

She was wearing the short terry cloth robe and, I knew, nothing else. Sitting down next to her on the couch, I noticed that the top of her robe had fallen open and her whole right breast was exposed. I found the sports section and began reading it.

"Did you know you have a tit showing?" I asked.

"Oh, is it? Well, you're my husband. I guess it's OK for you to see my naked breasts, isn't it?"

"I'm not complaining," I answered. Then, after a few seconds of reading the paper, I asked, "What if Bryce comes downstairs? Would you cover yourself or just leave it uncovered like that?"

"It's too early in the day for hypotheticals," she said, returning to the news section. 

I reached across her body and caressed her right breast, giving its nipple a little tweak. She laughed and elbowed me in the ribs. "You know, with this robe I never quite know what's covered and what's uncovered. But I'll cover up my breast if it'll keep you from pestering me like this."

We read the paper a few more minutes before necking a little. She stood up then and announced she was going to fix us something to eat. She asked me if eggs and toast would be all right with me. I nodded yes. 

Then I went upstairs to check on Bryce. A fast worker, he'd already primed one of the bedrooms and the bathroom. I asked him if there were any problems and he said there weren't. He said he'd be able to put a prime coat in all the rooms he was painting today.

When I got back downstairs, breakfast was ready. Nancy and I ate in a leisurely manner and talked about what we'd do the rest of the day. She suggested that we take a drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County, though she wondered if it was all right to leave Bryce alone in the house while we were gone. I thought it would be, so we got dressed (she in a pair of tight jeans and a sexy top) and took off for a few hours.

We spent some time in Sausalito before driving up the coast to Stinson Beach. We stopped off at several coffee shops and bars and, predictably, Nancy got leered at. Even fully dressed, Nancy tends to attract male attention.

When we got back at about 3:30 we found a note from Bryce. It read "Finished for today. Be back tomorrow. Key?" He wrote his cell phone number at the end on the message. 

We both went upstairs to see what he'd done. He'd applied a prime coat on all the walls and ceilings, but several areas needed a second primer before he applied the flat latex. I called Bryce at the number he'd left and told him where I was leaving a front door key. Then I told him about needing to re-prime certain areas.

Finally, I told him not to come by tomorrow (Monday) until around 1:00 p.m. I lied to him about having a morning meeting at our house with some people I work with. 

As soon as it began getting dark, I turned on some lights in the guest room and took Nancy out to the back yard to show her the effect of what I'd done with the blinds for the guest room window. A slat near the bottom of the blinds, just at eye level for someone standing outside looking in the window, had been badly bent. So I'd taken a knife and cut if off at the bend.

As a result, a person of normal height standing just outside the window had an unobstructed view of the guest room. Bryce, stooping slightly, would have no difficulty seeing whatever went on inside the room if he happened to peep in. There was an especially good straight-on view of the bed, the foot of which faced the window.

"Now, if I understand you, the trick is to get him to stay out here in the cabin tonight," said Nancy. "That's why you want him coming late in the day, I suppose. But what might encourage him to become a peeping Tom?"

"I'll set it up. Don't worry, it shouldn't be difficult," I said. "Remember, he's already been a peeping Tom several times. He watched you get undressed in the guest room. He saw your naked tits in the kitchen when you were wearing that little robe of yours. He looked up your skirt at Home Depot. He got an even better look at your ass when you were leaning into the trunk of the car."

"And don't forget he listened to us fucking," she said.

"I didn't forget. Maybe we can let him watch us fuck next time."

"I think tonight, if this works out, I'll just give him a good show," said Nancy. "If it's a success, we can think about going further for him. But who knows, maybe he's tired of looking at my body."

"You know that's bullshit. He's a normal horny kid. Your body is wonderful and you know it. You're way hotter than any of the girls he knew in high school." We spent our Sunday evening watching television before getting to bed early. The next morning, we talked a little more about our plans for Bryce before taking off to our jobs. I left before she did. At work in Berkeley, I tried to imagine what might happen later in the day.

7. Monday's Adventure

I got home at about 5:30. Nancy had phoned me earlier to say she'd be a little later than usual. Something had come up the gallery and she couldn't get away. I then went upstairs to check on Bryce.

He'd re-primed the areas I'd talked to him about and had made completely painted the bathroom with the first coat of semi-gloss latex. He planned to begin applying to flat latex paint to one of the bedrooms but wanted to wait a little while until the re-primed areas had completely dried.

So I told him to take a break and, if necessary, put off working on the bedrooms until tomorrow. He washed his hands and face in the kitchen sink as I got us each a can of beer from the refrigerator. Then we went into the living room together to chat.

I learned a few more things about him, this teenager with whom I'd been sharing (visually, at least) my wife's gorgeous body. He wasn't a very good student, he admitted, but he liked to read on his own. He played guitar. His favorite subject in school had been art. He thought he might go into the military after getting his GED. Then, maybe, college later.

I found myself liking him. His high school counselors had considered him a problem child, but he seemed pretty normal to me. Like most teenagers, he was pretty boring, though. I lost interest in him fairly soon and went outside to take another look at the studio cabin. 

At about 6:30, Nancy got home. Bryce was upstairs looking over what he had to do next and I was sitting in the kitchen drinking my second can of beer. When she took off her coat I saw that she'd worn her tight jeans and a sweater to work today. And, surprise! She was wearing a bra. This was such a rare occurrence that I asked her about it.

She explained that the gallery owner had phoned her just after I left that morning and told her to wear her grubs. They had a lot of rather dirty storage-room work to do. She said the bra was a little easier to do this kind of work in. 

I suggested that, since none of us had eaten, the three of us go out for dinner. She agreed and I called upstairs to Bryce asking him if he wanted to join us. He shouted downstairs that he did.

"Of course he does," I said, kissing my wife and fondling her breasts.

"Pervert," she whispered in my ear.

So, about fifteen minutes later, we drove over to a pizza place on Clement Street and split a large sausage pizza. As we ate, Nancy told Bryce about her work at the gallery. She said that there was a lot of sitting around, a lot of telephone work, and some grunt work. Then she told a flat-out, teasing lie. She said that sometimes she posed for artists in an area behind the gallery.

Bryce looked at her with (if it were possible) increased interest but didn't ask her the question I knew he had in his mind. So I embroidered my wife's lie. "That's where I think they're ripping her off," I said to him. "She poses bare-ass naked for these guys and they pay her only forty dollars an hour. With a body like hers, she could make a lot more as a nude dancer."

"Fat chance of that," she said, laughing. "I wouldn't put up with drunks pawing my body."

It was about 8:30, and dark of course, when we got back to the house. I invited Bryce inside, telling him if he didn't get me arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor he could have another beer.

He jumped at the chance. The three of us then sat around in the living room for about an hour and a half watching lame television shows and making small talk. Bryce and I had three beers each and Nancy nursed a glass of wine. He was obviously getting very relaxed.

That's when I made the offer I was pretty sure he'd accept. "You can stay overnight in the cabin out back if you'd like to," I said. "That way you don't have to catch a late bus over to Vince's house and another bus back here tomorrow morning." 

He hesitated for maybe three seconds before accepting my offer. So I got one of our sleeping bags out of a closet and, with Bryce just behind me, started out the back door to walk the forty feet or so to the cabin. 

Just as we were going out the back door, Nancy announced that she was beat. She was going to take a shower and go to bed. This was part of our plan, of course. The idea at this point in our little game was to keep putting the image of Nancy, naked, in Bryce's mind. He'd already seen her naked and semi-naked several times. But all this talk about her modeling nude for artists, presumably male artists, probably fired his imagination even more. The added information about her being about to get naked to shower just reinforced the image in his mind of my wife's beautiful naked body.

As we walked to the studio cabin, I looked over my shoulder and noticed that Nancy had already turned on the lights in the guest room. We'd experimented with the blinds the night before and discovered that it was possible to make out, with the blinds partially shut, a lot of what was happening in the room. Glancing back at the house again as I opened the cabin door, I could see (more as an outline than a clear image) my wife walking around in the room in her bra.

As I entered the cabin, I noticed that Bryce looked back at the guest room window, too. I'm not sure what he could see just as he looked but I knew that the window had become a definite point of interest with him.

I wondered if he noticed that there was a place at the bottom of the blinds where a slit of light showed through brightly. I'd know pretty soon. I put the sleeping bag on the bed and showed him what there was to be seen in the cabin. Then I turned on the space heater to warm the place up. He was especially interested in the large platform that was leaning on its side against the back wall. I explained that it was a platform on which the artist who used to live here posed his models.

Then I told him I had to take off for a short while to a friend's house to pick up something. I'd be back in an hour or so. This was a lie, of course. I had no intention of going anywhere just now when things might get really interesting.

So, leaving Bryce alone in the studio cabin, I went back inside the house. Nancy was in the guest room, and she'd turned on a small AM/FM radio the previous owner had abandoned. What sounded like a Mozart piano concerto came from the room. She was still wearing her bra and hadn't gotten out of her jeans yet. I knew she intended to make this a slow tease, so she was building interest in herself by puttering around looking into boxes and sorting through various garments.

"We could see you in here from the cabin," I said to her from the kitchen. "The question is what Bryce is willing to do about seeing you closer up."

"And he thinks you're leaving for a while, right?"

"Yep. But I don't think I'm going to bother actually starting up the car. He'll just figure I'm gone if he sees you're alone in here."

I turned off the light in the kitchen so I could look out the back door at the cabin without being seen. A minute or so later, as Nancy kept moving around in the guest room, the light in the cabin went out, too. Was the kid going to bed? Would he pass up this chance to spy on my beautiful wife? I kept an eye on the door of the cabin and, for several minutes, nothing happened.

Then I saw the door open and a dark figure emerge from the cabin and move stealthily toward the guest room window. I quickly walked back into the kitchen so he wouldn't see me standing at the back door.

"He coming to the window now," I announced to Nancy from the kitchen. The anticipation of what was about to happen was making me nervous and sexually aroused. And I also felt more than a little ridiculous. All this planning to enable a teenager to see my wife's body? I'm a responsible adult. What the fuck am I doing?

But this self-abuse didn't last long. The fact is both Nancy and I enjoy doing this sort of thing. It's fun and it doesn't harm anyone, so what's the big deal?

From the kitchen I looked into the guest room to see what my wife was doing. Aware now that she had an audience, she was sitting on the end of the bed facing the window. She reached behind herself and rather clumsily unhooked her bra. This clumsiness may not have been part of her act. She so rarely wears a bra that she's probably not too good at putting one on and taking it off.

Anyway, she let the bra drop on the bed beside her and just sat there for a few seconds with her beautiful breasts facing the window where her voyeur stood. Her light pink nipples stood fully erect. She was clearly enjoying this as much as Bryce and I were. 

She stood up then and, turning her body toward me, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. As she stepped out of them, I saw that she was wearing a pair of ordinary white panties. They were small but far more decent than her g-string panties. Then, as we'd planned earlier, she walked over to the window and closed the blinds completely. This sudden concern for modesty was her way of establishing her innocent intentions in all this.

But I had to know exactly what Bryce was doing! Surely, by now he'd found the ideal vantage point, the four-inch bit of slat I'd removed for him. With the blinds closed, it was the only viewing place left. 

I motioned to Nancy that I'd be leaving for a few minutes. But she didn't see me leave the kitchen because she was busy (carefully, slowly) leaning forward over the end of the bed folding her jeans. As she did this, she had her lovely ass aimed straight at the place where I hoped Bryce was standing and watching.

I walked to the front door, let myself out, and moved quietly around the side of house to the back yard. Taking cover behind a large lilac bush at the back corner of the house, I had a clear view of the guest room window. I learned instantly what I'd come here to find out. Bryce, dimly illuminated in the filtered light coming through the closed blinds, was standing in the disused flower bed under the window and leaning forward to peer into the room through the broken slat.

And I learned something else. He's a southpaw. He had his cock out and was stroking it with his left hand as he peered in at my wife.

I then returned the way I'd come. Seconds after re-entering the house, I was standing in the door of the guest room getting almost the same view the teenaged boy standing outside was getting. And a very horny view it was.

Nancy had removed her panties and was now stark naked. She was again leaning forward over the bed with her ass aimed right at where Bryce stood. She was slowly and very carefully folding several items of clothing she'd taken out of one of her boxes. She took several minutes to do this. I knew that Bryce had to be getting a terrific rear view of my wife's cunt and, since her legs were spread slightly, maybe even her asshole. Finally, she picked up the things she folded and returned them to a box.

Suddenly, it seemed to occur to her that she'd forgotten to take the shower she'd planned. Very deliberately, she walked to the bathroom and entered it (as I, out of Bryce's view, reached forward and patted her naked ass). In the bathroom, she turned on the shower and returned quickly to Bryce's viewing area. She had picked up some berets in the bathroom and, standing gloriously naked by the bed, spent almost a full minute putting her hair up to keep it from getting too wet. The motion of her arms caused her high, smallish breasts to bob up and down. Her nipples seemed more erect than before. 

Moving closer to the window, still putting up her hair, she made sure to give Bryce an especially good frontal view of her cunt, with its nice swatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair and its slightly parted lips. 

Finally, she headed back into the bathroom to take her shower. I wasn't sure how Bryce would deal with the temporary suspension of the wonderful show he'd been getting. As she showered, she left the bathroom door open and I, still out of Bryce's view, watched her through the glass door of the shower stall. She took a fairly short shower, maybe five minutes, before stepping out of the shower stall and beginning to towel off.

Unable to help myself, I stepped into the bathroom and pulled her partially wet body to me. "You look like a goddess," I whispered to her. She kissed me. And what a kiss it was! She dropped the towel she'd been using, pressed her mouth against mine, and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Oh, fuck, Cal. I'm really horny now. I could actually feel the kid's eyes looking at my body. I need you to fuck me."

"You mean with him watching us?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes."

I hadn't planned on our going this far in tonight's show. It was supposed to have been just a nude show for Nancy's young voyeur. But I was up to taking it further. In fact, I already had a full hard-on. 

My wife asked me to wait about ten minutes before pretending to come home. She'd continue her show for Bryce a little longer. She wanted me to join her in the guest room and immediately get busy with her. Then, carrying the bath towel, she walked back over to the bed. Putting first one then the other foot up on the foot of the bed (and with her ass again aimed straight at Bryce -- if he was still there) she dried herself thoroughly. Very thoroughly.

I decided then to conduct another reconnaissance action around the side of the house. Sneaking back to my hiding place behind the lilac bush, I saw at once that Bryce was still at the window. He'd loosened his jeans and dropped his briefs so they were gathered around his knees. And, watching Nancy toweling herself off by the bed, he was pumping his cock faster and faster.

Unwilling now to wait ten minutes because I was not every bit as horny as Bryce, I went back to the front of the house, rather noisily through the front door, and immediately through to the kitchen. Another Mozart piece was playing on the radio as I entered the guest room. Nancy dropped the towel beside her on the floor and smiled at me.

I walked over to where she stood and put my arms around her. She inclined her face to kiss me. As I held her in my arms I began thinking of how the two of us might look as a sort of artistic composition. She was naked and I was fully clothed. I wondered if this contrast increased the erotic interest for a voyeur. I wasn't used to performing sexually for the benefit of someone else; after all, in our little games, I'd usually been the watcher.




My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 03



As we embraced, I moved her closer to the window so that she stood only about four feet from Bryce's viewing place. She was facing away from him, so her wonderful ass was directly in front of and slightly above him. Never mind artistic composition, I said to myself, I'm going to give this teenager a really obscene show.

And that's what I did for the next minute or so. Clutching the cheeks of her ass in my hands as we kissed, I repeatedly pulled them apart and relaxed them. I knew what he had to be seeing as I did this. I was putting her asshole, tiny and pink, on full display for him. And I knew that her cunt, too, was pulled open each time I separated her ass cheeks. 

Nancy finally broke loose from me and almost ran over to the bed. "Please get undressed, Cal, and fuck me," she begged. She lay on her back, with a pillow under her head, smiling up at me with her knees up and her legs spread, making sure Bryce had a straight-on view of her crotch.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, so as not to block Bryce's view, I pulled off my shoes and socks. Then I quickly got rid of my trousers, briefs, and shirt. I kept my t-shirt on, for some reason.

I then climbed on top of Nancy and, with no foreplay whatsoever, drove my hard cock deep into her cunt. This was not my usual fucking behavior, but it felt right at the time. I fucked her missionary-style for almost a minute before pulling out. 

Knee-walking up to her head, I held my slippery, hard cock in my right hand and pushed the end of it against her lips. She raised her head slightly to take it into her mouth. I placed my hands behind her neck to pull her head up so I could mouth-fuck easier. I drove my cock in and out of her mouth for several minutes. Bryce, I knew, was getting a nice side-view of this. But he was also getting a very good straight-on look at Nancy's just fucked, glistening cunt, which she was fingering as I mouth-fucked her.

By now, if he knew anything about sex, Bryce had probably gathered that I was quite a lout. All I seemed to care about was my sexual pleasure. I was practically raping my beautiful wife. I don't know what made me so aggressive. But I knew Nancy probably wasn't that happy with it, so I changed gears.

Removing my cock from her mouth, I laid her head back down on the pillow. Then I crawled over her body until my knees were about ten inches above her shoulders on the bed. I lowered my upper body until my mouth made contact with her whispy pubic hair. I rutted with my mouth and nose against her pubic mound a bit before leaning forward a little further on my elbows (feeling Nancy's tongue against my cock now), parting her cunt lips with my fingers, and bending down to lick her swollen clit. Between licks, I raised my head to spend a few seconds contemplating the wet prize between my wife's legs. Actually, like the proud owner of an artistic masterpiece, I knew I wanted to show the teenaged boy peeking in the window the wonderful place on my wife's body that I was privileged to finger and taste and fuck whenever I wished.

More loutishness on my part, no doubt. But Nancy seemed to like it nonetheless. Her gasping and whimpering revealed that she was already on the verge of an orgasm.

I decided then to change the scene we were playing by rolling Nancy over on top of me so that her crotch was just over my face. At first, I felt pretty restricted, but Nancy improved the situation by going up on her knees and lowering her cunt down to my face. As she did this, she leaned forward and sucked my cock. Raising my head slightly, I tongued her cunt and licked and sucked her clit. Since both of my hands were free, I used them to spread her cunt lips open and finger-fuck her.

She was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I was about to stop eating her and fuck her again when she raised her head from my cock and yelled, "Oh, fuck, Cal! Yes! Keep eating my cunt. I have to cum!" As she came even closer, she gasped and moaned loudly. Then her body twitched and stiffened, and she seemed to hold her breath as she orgasmed.

All the while, I kept her ass cheeks spread and intermittently nibbled and licked her cunt lips and clit. I laid my head back on the bed now and then, throughout this part of our sex act, to make sure Bryce had a great view of my wife's asshole and her excited cunt. Too bad he could only see it. I wondered how he'd like the delicious taste of her that I'd been enjoying.

After cumming, Nancy rested her body fully on mine. I could feel her breathing heavily. "He got a nice look at what a pussy looks like when a woman cums," I said to her softly. "If that didn't get him off I don't know what will."

"Why don't you stick your big cock in me again?" she asked, crawling off of me. 

"How would you like it?" I asked.

"Give it to me dog-style."

I stood up, my hard-on raging, and a little roughly positioned Nancy at the foot of the bed so that she was on her knees with her ass sticking over the edge. (Again, I wondered what had gotten into me. Why was I acting like such a cave-man?).

Standing behind my wife, I abruptly jammed my cock into her and began fucking her hard. As I did this, because the bed was rather low, I had to spread my legs and bend my knees slightly. Even so, my angle into her was slightly downward. I knew that spreading and bending my legs this way made it easier for Bryce to get a good look between my legs at my cock plunging in and out of my wife's cunt.

I fucked her for almost five minutes before cumming in her. It felt wonderful and I couldn't resist groaning with pleasure. Since this wasn't a porno movie, I didn't pull my cock out and shoot semen all over her ass. Instead, I pulled my cock out slowly. It must've been a big ejaculation, because as I removed my cock a lot of semen ran out of her. 

Nancy, who hadn't cum a second time, quickly swiveled her body around and crawled to the end of the bed. She then sat on the end of the bed and took my softening cock in her mouth. She began sucking it. It was so sensitive, though, that it hurt slightly. I removed it from her mouth, so Nancy leaned her head down and began licking my balls.

I wonder what Bryce thought about this. Did he know adults did this sort of things? Did high school girls lick their boy friends' balls?

Nancy continued licking my balls for about thirty seconds then sat on the bed smiling up at me. I sat down beside her and we necked for a few minutes. Finally, she stood up and walked into the bathroom, turning off the overhead light as she did. This was meant to signal to Bryce that the show was over. I crawled under the covers, reached over to the nightstand lamp, and switched it off, too. Now the only illumination in the guest room was indirect light coming from the bathroom.

I guessed that Bryce, figuring he might be seen peeping in if the lights were off in our room, had retreated to the studio cabin. To confirm my guess I climbed out of bed and walked quickly to the back door window. Sure enough, I was just in time to see a figure disappear through the door of the cabin and close the door behind him.

When Nancy rejoined me in bed, we cuddled for a while and talked.

"That was a pretty hard fucking you gave me, Cal," she whispered to me. "I've never had it quite that rough from you before. I really liked it. Maybe not every time but sometimes."

"I think being watched turned me into a show-off, that's all."

"Are we going to be giving him many more shows like this? Maybe we should leave him alone to do his job. When he finishes it, maybe we can do an encore performance for him."

I had to ask. "Was it exciting to you letting him see so much of you? Did you think about what it would be like for him to do all the things I did to you?"

"Honestly, if I thought there wouldn't be any consequences," she said, "I wouldn't mind fucking him. But not here at our house. And I worry about him getting hung up on me and start dropping by at odd times."

I thought about that for a while. Maybe there was a way to expand this little sex game. But Nancy was right. We needed to avoid psychological entanglement with a teenage boy. I fell asleep thinking of possible ways for her to have sex with Bryce while avoiding "consequences."



My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 04



8. Nancy Plans Something Special

Nancy and I got up at 6:30 Tuesday morning and began our day fairly normally. We sort of talked around what had happened last night, but we couldn't keep from smiling at each other. And it was hard for me to keep my hands off her. We hadn't come down yet from the sexual high we'd enjoyed last night while giving young Bryce the sex show of his life.

I got dressed immediately but Nancy, who didn't need to be at work until around 11:00 o'clock, stayed in her short terry cloth robe. We had coffee and English muffins in the kitchen while listening to the news on the radio. I had no idea when Bryce would be coming in from the studio cabin out back. He'd gone to bed pretty early the night before, so I figured he'd be in soon.

But when I left the house at about 7:30 he still hadn't made an appearance. Nancy, still in her rather indecent robe, kissed me good-bye at the front door and I walked the two blocks to the bus stop.

She told me she meant to give Bryce breakfast when he came in, but that was all. She wasn't going to do any more teasing today. Bryce would have to be satisfied with the obscene show she'd given him the night before. Besides, he needed to get back to work upstairs. This, after all, was his main reason for being here.

Riding BART to Berkeley, I kept thinking about Nancy giving Bryce breakfast in her tiny robe. Would she be leaning over the table to serve him? Wouldn't the robe fall open? How could she help from teasing him?

I called her from work at about 9:30 and she told me Bryce had just gone upstairs to resume painting. She was getting ready for work. I asked her if she'd made breakfast for him. 

"Of course, I did, Cal," she answered. "He's growing boy and needs his energy."

"But you were wearing your robe the whole time you were giving him breakfast, right?"

"Well, yes. And it wasn't easy. It keeps falling open, as you know. I tried not to show him much of my body, and I was almost completely successful."

"Almost?"

"I made one mistake. I'd just put some pancakes on the table for him and went back to the utensil drawer to get him a knife and fork. On the way back to the table, the fork fell out of my hand and on to the floor. When I leaned forward to get it, my robe fell open and gave him a pretty good look at my left breast. I didn't want to embarrass him, so I pretended I didn't notice what had happened. I just pulled the robe shut and got him another fork."

"Was dropping the fork really a mistake?" I asked. 

"It actually was, unless you're someone who believes that accidents are the work of the subconscious mind. Besides, after all I showed him last night, this was pretty minor, right?"

I agreed with her. Then I asked her if she'd made it clear to him that he wouldn't be staying out in the studio cabin again tonight. This was something we'd decided on earlier in the morning.

"Yes," explained Nancy. "He's going home after work tonight. He'll probably be gone when you get home. I told him if he had to work late again, though, we'd let him stay over."

When I got home at from work, Nancy told me Bryce had left at about 4:00. He'd made a lot of progress and told her he thought he could be done by Thursday or Friday. She told him when he finished we'd throw him a little party. When she told me this, she had an evil expression on her face. I asked her what kind of party she had in mind, but she wouldn't say.

Several fairly uneventful days passed. Bryce painted during the day and went home each night to his uncle's house. He was treated to no further displays of my wife's body. Not that I knew of, that is.

Before leaving for work on Friday morning I checked upstairs to see if he was really as done as he said he was. Both bedrooms had at least one coat of flat latex on them, and they looked pretty good, though I saw a couple of places that needed further work. The bathroom, where he was using semi-gloss, needed another coat. If he got busy, it looked to me like he really could finish today.

When I told her the progress he'd made, Nancy said, "Well, it looks like we'll have to have that little party tonight to celebrate. Call me at the gallery later, so we can plan it, OK? I think we might make it something special for him, don't you?"

She said this just as I was going out the door, so I didn't have time to ask her what "something special" might be. I had some ideas, dirty ones, but they were only half-formed.

I called her at the gallery at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I asked her what she was planning tonight to celebrate Bryce's completing the job.

"I think we can push the envelope because of something Bryce told me," said Nancy. "I was going to tell you yesterday but I decided to save it as a surprise. Did you know he was going back to Kentucky almost as soon as he'd done with this job? He told me Vince doesn't want to put him up any longer. And he talked Bryce into completing his GED back there. I think they argued about it, but Vince insisted. He's only going to be around until Sunday."

"You mean you're not worried about him falling in love with you and becoming a pest?"

"Exactly."

"Well, that does change things," I said. "I still don't have any good ideas, but I'll try to think of something creative before I get home. You do the same, OK?"

She said she would. Then she said she loved me and rang off.

When I got home at about 6:30, Nancy and Bryce were sitting in the living room. He was pretty grubby, but Nancy looked very sexy. She was wearing a beautiful long skirt and the scoop neck white sweater she'd worn out shopping earlier in the week. She was braless, of course, so her breasts jiggled when she moved and her nipples stuck out prominently. 

"I'm all done," he said, smiling. "Would you like to check my work?"

I followed him upstairs and looked at what he'd done. It really was a good job. As soon as it was dry we could move all our stuff back upstairs. But that meant we'd have to spend another night in the guest room. Bryce said he'd come by tomorrow with Vince's truck to pick up the ladder and a few other things.

"Can we go out to eat?" asked Nancy as soon as I came downstairs. "I asked Bryce what he likes to eat and he said Italian."

So we settled on a place in North Beach that we liked. Nancy and I were dressed to go out, but Bryce needed to clean up and change. So we agreed to stop by his Uncle Vince's place so he could make himself more presentable.

We dropped him off to do this and waited in the car. That's when we put the final touches on the plan we had for the rest of the evening. As will be seen, it worked out almost perfectly.

At about 8:30 we arrived at the small Italian restaurant in North Beach called the Rose Pistola. We would've been there earlier but parking was a real problem. We ate by candle light and Nancy looked absolutely radiant. Sometimes, when I write about my wife's body, I forget to mention what a pretty face she has.

Nancy and I had wine, but Bryce (who, in the candle light, looked even younger than eighteen) had to settle for soft drinks. Our plan called for loosening him up, but there would be time for that later at home. 

Meanwhile, we put the first step in our plan in action. Nancy excused herself to go the women's room. While she was in there, she called me on her cell. Sitting with Bryce just next to me, I answered the call and pretended to be talking to someone who seemed to need me urgently to do something for him or her. I made some excuses, but ended up agreeing to "come over later." Then I rang off, looking at Bryce a little anxiously as though I didn't want him to know what this was all about.

When Nancy returned to the table, I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Bryce to hear, "Sharon called. She needs me later. I couldn't get out of it."

Nancy appeared to be upset. She looked daggers at me. Then she quickly drank two more glasses of wine and was about to order another glass when I said it was time for us to leave. Bryce, of course, was picking up on this little drama of ours and was obviously becoming uncomfortable. We had to be careful not to overplay the scene. We didn't want him to make a run for it.

The three of us got back to our house at about 10:00 o'clock. All the way home, Nancy sat stiffly in the front seat without talking to me. But she loosened up enough to give me a luke-warm embrace as we were about to go in the house. It was meant to convey the message to Bryce: "I'm not happy with my husband but I still love him."

Once inside, I broke out some beers for Bryce and me and got Nancy yet another glass of wine. I hoped she wasn't getting too drunk. The plan assumed that she'd become uninhibited, but I didn't want her getting ill. We sat around in the living room drinking, talking (mainly about what Bryce intended to do back in Kentucky), and half-watching a television show. After his third beer, Bryce became more and more relaxed, and I made him quite happy by handing him a generous check for the work he'd done.

At about 11:30, I took Nancy aside and told her (loud enough for Bryce to hear) that I had to go out for a while. I told her I'd try to be back in an hour or so, but that it might take longer.

She registered displeasure, saying "Yeah, I bet" loud enough for Bryce to hear. Grabbing my coat, I quickly went out the front door. I then went for a drive, just to kill a little time and let things develop between Nancy and Bryce. Shortly after midnight, I returned to the house, but (as per our plan) I didn't go inside.

9. Role Reversal 

I called Nancy on her cell to alert her that I was back. She answered that Bryce was in the bathroom and that she was ready to fall into the role of wronged wife. I told her that, even though our temporary estrangement was just part of the game, it made me feel bad. I hated the thought of our being estranged, even though it was only make-believe.

"Don't worry, Cal," she said. "I love you very much and, whatever happens tonight, we're still very much together." Then she rang off.

The front of the house was dark. I sat in the car for about ten minutes before walking around the side of the house and looking in the kitchen window where there was a light on. I was slightly shocked to see Nancy and Bryce standing by the kitchen table embracing. The situation was developing more quickly than I'd anticipated.

Their embrace was not a passionate one, not a lovers' embrace. Bryce seemed to be consoling Nancy. Her head was against his chest and she appeared to be sobbing. He was rubbing and patting her back and saying something I couldn't hear.

Suddenly, she backed away from him and said something I could definitely hear. "He's always saying my body isn't as good as Sharon's. He says my tits are too small. Sharon has big fake ones. Men are such idiots about big, fake tits. Do you think my tits are too small?"

He muttered something I couldn't understand.

She then (knowing I was watching, I'm sure) took his right hand and brought it up to her left breast. "Feel this. Does it seem large enough to you? I know it's not big, but don't you think most men would like it?"

Bryce stood there, looking oafish, gently squeezing my wife's breast through her sweater. Then he brought his other hand up and began manipulating her right breast. 

After about thirty seconds of this, Nancy backed away from him. "Would you like to go into the guest room and get a really good look at my body? I'd like your honest opinion of it. I'm beginning to lose confidence in myself. Maybe you can tell me if I shape up to other women and girls you've known."

Looking in the kitchen window, I felt my cock stiffen. I'd already unzipped my fly and was actually thinking of jacking off. But as I watched Nancy lead Bryce into the guest room and turn on the light, I knew I was about to see something even better. Basically, it meant I'd be trading places with Bryce. Monday night he'd watched me with Nancy through the defective slat in the blinds. Now it was my turn to watch him with Nancy from the very same viewing place.

So I quickly walked behind the house to the window of the guest room. As before, the blinds were closed so that the only bright light came from the four-inch space I'd made near the bottom. Only the overhead light was on, but it illuminated the room nicely.

Nancy, still fully dressed in her long skirt, boots, and white scoop-neck sweater, had pulled Bryce into the room and was kissing him. He returned her kiss enthusiastically and rather clumsily. I wondered how much sexual experience he'd had. Could this be his first time with a woman?

She broke the clench and I heard her say, "I'm going to undress now. Just stand there, please, and watch for now. Then you can give me your opinion. And don't worry. Cal won't be back for hours." 

By the way, I was able to hear so well Nancy had made a point of not turning the radio on in the guest room. This was so I'd be able to listen to as well as see her with Bryce. This was important because she not only wanted to enhance my experience but she wanted me to be able to hear her in case something went wrong and she needed rescuing.

Sitting on the bed, Nancy lifted up her skirt and began taking off her boots. She did this is a very calculating way, making sure to give Bryce a good look at her pale, slender thighs as she unzipped and removed first one then the other boot. Smiling up at him, with her skirt all the way up to her waist and her legs fully exposed, she asked, "Do you like them? Cal thinks they're too thin."

Bryce hesitated (almost as though he'd choked on something) and said, "I think they're great."

The expression on Nancy's face suddenly became quite serious. "Bryce, I like you, even though we haven't known each other very long. But I need to clear something up. I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Even though I'm pretty sure my husband is screwing several other women, I'm not going to retaliate. I just want to show you my body and I want you to tell me if you like it. Is that selfish of me?" 

He didn't answer. Instead he stood transfixed, just (from my vantage point) to the left of where she sat on the side of the bed.

She then stood up and removed her sweater. She didn't do it coyly like a stripper but simply pulled it over her head and threw it on the bed. Then, wearing only her long skirt, she cupped her breasts in her hands and she walked over to Bryce. She just stood in front of him for a few seconds. Then she dropped her hands to her sides and said, "Please feel them again for me, Bryce. Feel them and tell me if you like them."

He reached out and took a breast in each hand. He manipulated them just as he did a few minutes earlier in the kitchen -- except now they were naked. 

"Do you like them? Do you think they're big enough?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I heard him say. Then he repeated it: "Oh, yes."

"Would you pinch my nipples, please?" she asked. "But be gentle. Not too hard."

He obediently rolled her nipples between his thumbs and first fingers. As he did this, Nancy lifted her head and closed her eyes as though experiencing extreme pleasure. 

She made a little groaning sound then and said, "Oh, Bryce, that feels so good. Cal hardly ever pays any attention to my nipples. But I have another idea. Would you lie down next to me on the bed and kiss them for me?"

She returned to the bed, still wearing only her skirt, and lay down on her back. Bryce walked around to the other side of the bed, climbed up on it, and crawled over to her. Reclining on his right elbow, Bryce looked down at her for a few seconds as she lay there, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, looking up at him. To remind him of the task at hand, I suppose, she began caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples to make them even more erect than usual.

Bryce bent down and tenderly kissed first her right then her left nipple. Then he raised his head up again and looked at her as though seeking confirmation that he was doing this correctly.

Then she said, "Don't stop, Bryce. Do it some more." 

He immediately lowered his head again and began kissing and sucking my wife's nipples. As she encouraged him ("Oh, yes, Bryce! Like that!"), he became more and more aggressive with her breasts. Soon he was using his hands, too, as he caressed, sucked, licked, and kissed her breasts.

By now, as I leaned forward slightly to peer into the room, I had my hard cock in my hand stroking it. I found the view incredibly erotic. 

What I could see through the window (and Bryce couldn't from his side angle) was the wonderful view between Nancy's legs. She had raised her knees and spread her legs so that her long skirt was now clumped around her waist. As Bryce bent over her upper body preoccupied with her breasts, she slowly moved her pelvis up and down in a little fucking motion. I could clearly make out her pubic hair and her slightly spread cunt lips. 

Bryce, ever dutiful, continued sucking and kissing my wife's nipples for several minutes. Her moaning and gasping words of encouragement grew louder and louder. Watching this, and looking between Nancy's legs at her excited cunt, I almost came. But I stopped myself, knowing something hotter would be coming up.

I stood up and looked away for a few seconds, and when I peeked in the window again I saw that the scene on the bed had changed. Bryce had stopped sucking Nancy's nipples and had brought his face up to hers to kiss her. With her left hand behind his neck, she was returning his kiss. Meanwhile, he had brought his left hand down to her crotch. In fact, his hand now completely covered her pubic area. At first, I couldn't see it moving. Then I noticed that Bryce, still necking with my wife, was sliding his hand slowly up and down over her cunt. Several times, he interrupted this motion to run his fingers through her wispy pubic hair.

After a minute or so of this, Nancy suddenly freed herself from the teenager and stood up beside the bed. "I'm getting out of this skirt," she announced. "You can take your pants off if you want."

She let her skirt fall to her feet and stepped out of it. Gloriously naked now, she glanced over to the place where I was watching and smiled. Then she stood by the bed watching Bryce remove his shoes, jeans, and briefs. As he undressed, he sat on the opposite side of the bed facing away from her. When he stood up and walked around the foot of the bed toward her, she and I saw his cock for the first time and we had every reason to be surprised by it. 

Bryce's cock wasn't long or thick. I think it was a good inch shorter than mine. What was surprising about it was how it seemed to defy gravity. It was so erect that it stood up, as he walked toward Nancy, at almost an 11:00 o'clock angle. And it grew out of a shockingly red patch of pubic hair.

As he embraced her, the two of them standing near the blinds, she reached down and firmly grasped his cock. She giggled and whispered something to him. Then they sort of wrestled one another back to the bed and lay on it necking for a while. I then heard Nancy ask him whether he liked something or other about her.

By way of an answer, Bryce (his cock still pointing implausibly upward) broke their embrace and crawled down to her midsection. All I could figure was that Nancy must've asked his opinion of her cunt, which (because she was lying on her back with her legs spread) was clearly visible to me. He then did something to my wife that I especially love to do: with his body sideways to her, he leaned forward and buried his nose and mouth in her pubic hair and sort of rooted around in it.

She giggled again and said: "That tickles. Stop that and tell me what you think!"

He then crawled down to her feet and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then, with his scrawny teenage butt in the air, he leaned forward on his elbows so that his face was just inches from her crotch. Unfortunately, he was completely blocking my view. It appeared, though, that he was doing something to her with his fingers. He was probably spreading her cunt lips. Maybe he was fingering her.




My Wife and the Teenager Pt. 04



Whatever it was he was doing, Nancy was loving it. She suddenly became, partially for my benefit I think, very vocal, very directive: "Oh, God, Bryce! Do you like it? Does it look nice to you? Oh, don't stop doing that!"

Even though I couldn't see what was going on between my wife's legs, I was again very close to cumming as I stroked my cock. I eased up, though, because I didn't want to cum yet.

When Bryce brought his mouth down to her cunt and began kissing it, Nancy became even louder. She shouted, "Yes! Yes! Oh, damn it, I love the feel of your mouth there!" I judged, from watching the back of Bryce's head, that he was delivering a series of restrained, rather chaste little pecks to her cunt.

But, obviously, any pretense of her being interested merely in his opinion of her body had been abandoned.

He teased her cunt with little kisses for at least a minute before Nancy rolled herself out from under him. "Oh, stop for now, please," she said, breathing hard. "Let me do you now."

Saying this, she did something that was almost certainly for my benefit -- though she denied it when I talked to her later. She maneuvered Bryce so that he lay on his back with his head near the foot of the bed and his body slightly at an angle. She then straddled him with her head just above his midsection and her crotch just over his face.

From my perspective I could see every detail of the obscene sex act that was about to occur. Even before my wife took the teenager's cock in her left hand and began licking the head of it, he'd used his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks apart. Then he just lay there looking at it for a while -- looking at the pink moist lips of Nancy's cunt and her neat little asshole.

Bryce finally raised his head and began, rather tentatively, to use his tongue on Nancy's cunt. He did this as though trying out various techniques for the first time. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he threw himself fully into the task. His mouth and his tongue were suddenly all over her cunt lips, her clit, and even, once, her asshole. Several times he seemed to be trying to find out how far he could stick his tongue up her.

Watching this, I very nearly came. I had to force myself to stop stroking my very excited cock.

Bryce's was a wonderful novice effort and, after perhaps five minutes of it, Nancy approached an orgasm. She'd been alternately sucking and jacking off his cock, but she suddenly released it, turned her head toward him, and announced: "Oh, Bryce. You're, oh God! You're making me cum! Keep using your tongue like that!" Then her body stiffened, the breath seemed to go out of her, and a high-pitched, half-stifled whine came out of her mouth. As she came, Bryce continued to tongue-lash her cunt lips and clit unrelentingly and the high-pitched whining sound coming from her seemed to go on and on. Actually, it probably lasted only about thirty seconds. But this inexperienced teenager was giving my wife, I was sure, a first-class orgasm.

Seemingly dazed, she rolled off him and lay on her back again. Bryce, with cat-like quickness, spread her legs and mounted her. Holding his cock in his left hand, he tried immediately to stick it in her cunt. But Nancy, seeming to come to her senses, pushed him off of her and said, "No, Bryce! You're not going to fuck me. I don't want you to."

He squatted on his knees next to her with a rather injured expression on his face. Nancy, still lying on her back, smiled up at him and said, "Don't worry, Bryce. I'm so grateful for what you did for me. I'll get you off, too."

She sat up and asked him to lie down on his back. As soon as he did this, she straddled him again, with her wonderful ass aimed in my direction. "I want you just to relax," I heard her say. "Let me do everything for a while."

She then raised herself up slightly on her knees, reached back between her legs with her right hand to grip Bryce's cock, and pressed the crown of it firmly against her cunt. She then began sliding his cock slowly back and forth along her cunt lips. "Oh, my God, that feels so good," she said. "Does that feel good to you?"

He said something I didn't quite catch.

I tried my best to see whether the swollen head of Bryce's cock, as she moved it back and forth, was just touching my wife's cunt or whether it was slightly penetrating her. I couldn't tell, though. Maybe it was a little of both.

Nancy used the teenager's cock like this for some time. He almost immediately began groaning with pleasure and soon she started groaning, too.

As for the relationship between Nancy's cunt and Bryce's cock, Nancy remained almost totally in control for at least five minutes. There was a slip, though, and it brought this part of their session to an end. Apparently she loosened her grip slightly on his cock at the same time that he thrust his pelvis suddenly upward. In less than two seconds, maybe two inches of his cock disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared a second time even deeper inside her cunt.

Watching my wife being penetrated by the teenager, I was tipped over the edge. I ejaculated, in three powerful spurts, on the dirt beneath the window.

But Nancy, as I came, gave a little yelp and rolled off of Bryce's body. "Bryce, damn it! I told you I didn't want to do that!"

I had mixed feelings about this. I loved watching Bryce penetrate her. On the other hand, I was somehow relieved that she didn't want to allow him to fully fuck her. She was insisting on some sort of boundary, however nebulous it might be. 

Her anger at Bryce, if it was genuine, didn't last long. He'd started to sit up, as though expecting her to kick him out of the house, but instead she pushed him back down on the bed. Then, on her knees next to him, she leaned forward over his cock, still wet from having plunged into her cunt, and began slowly masturbating it with her right hand.

"You're a bad boy," she said teasingly. "But you've got a really nice cock. I have to admit that it felt wonderful inside me. Now I want to put it in my mouth again. Would you like that?" As she asked him this question, she looked straight at me. 

"Oh, fuck, yes," he answered. "Oh, fuck, yes," I repeated to myself. 

Bryce lay on his back with his legs spread slightly and the bottoms of his bare feet facing the window. Nancy, still on her knees, rotated her body slightly so that her rear end was closer to the head of the bed and more accessible to Bryce. Then, gripping his balls in her left hand, she leaned forward and guided his hard-on into her mouth. I was surprised at how much of his cock, which was fairly large, she was able to swallow. She moaned slightly as she went up and down and up and down on it. Soon Bryce's cock was a slobbery mess.

Bryce, meanwhile, was doing something with his left hand to my beautiful wife's cunt from behind. Once she lifted her head up from his cock and said (partially for my information, I thought), "Oh, yes. Yes, finger-fuck me just like that. I love it. I really love it." Then she returned to his cock, alternately sucking its full length and tongue-lashing just the crown of it. She paused several times to push her hair out of her face so I could clearly see what she was doing to him. 

After almost ten minutes of having his cock sucked, Bryce (who'd been making a monotonous "Oh, oh, oh" sound) squirmed and exclaimed, "Uhh, Look out!" Nancy just barely got her mouth clear of his cock as it erupted. Part of the first large spurt went up one of her nostrils. The rest went all the way up to her hairline. The second spurt missed her face, went straight up in the air, and landed back on his scrotum and thigh. Nancy, still gripping his cock in her left hand, lowered her mouth down to his balls and slowly licked the semen off of them.

Then she laid her head down on his belly and rested for a while. A small amount of semen was visible on her upper lip and nose. As she rested, she idly caressed the boy's still half-hard cock. Finally, she raised herself up and said to him, "It's time for you to go to bed now. The sleeping bag is still out in the cabin for you."

He seemed reluctant to move. In fact, he made an effort to prolong their session by reaching up and trying to grab Nancy's breasts. But she was having none of it. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. She probably went in there to clean his semen off of her. But she also took a piss -- I heard her tinkling into the bowl then the toilet flushing. Then, through the open door of the bathroom, she said: "Get dressed now, Bryce. I don't want you walking out to the cabin half naked."

He climbed off the bed and got back into his shoes and jeans. He stuffed his socks in the shirt pocket, for some reason. Then, more of less dressed, he started to walk toward the bathroom. Nancy emerged from it, though, before he got there and threw her arms around him. She was still stark naked and, to me, almost painfully beautiful. He returned her embrace, bringing his hands down to her ass cheeks and grabbing them as though he never wanted to let them go.

She ordered him out, finally, and turned off the overhead light that had so wonderfully illuminated the horny performance that she, and her clueless co-star, had put on for me. Then I heard her getting into bed. I quickly raced around the side of the house so Bryce wouldn't see me as he went out the back door and into the back yard. I immediately entered through the front door and stood just inside the entryway for a few seconds to make sure he'd left the houe.

I didn't hear anything so I quietly went through the dining room and into the kitchen. Peering through the back door, I noticed that the light in the studio cabin had already been turned on. 

"Are you coming to bed?" asked Nancy from the guest room. 

Without turning on the light, I entered the guest room, went immediately over to the bed, and felt under the covers for her. Her naked body felt a little clammy.

"How did you like the show?" she whispered to me.

Without answering, I quickly got undressed and under the covers with my gorgeous wife. "Have you ever been with anyone with pubic hair that red before?" I asked. 

She laughed. "That was really something, wasn't it? And that cock of his! It felt like it had re-bar in it. He really is a sweet boy, though."

We chatted about her experience with Bryce for almost fifteen minutes. I asked her about her orgasm. Had it been the real thing? She said it had been breathtakingly real. She'd loved it when he'd eaten her cunt so enthusiastically. Then I asked her about his brief penetration of her with his cock. She said it had taken her by surprise. She definitely didn't want him fucking her without a condom. He'd told her (in a conversation I'd missed somehow) that he hadn't really "gone all the way" before. But, still, she didn't want to risk an STD.

Then we talked about the next day, Saturday. It would be the last time we'd see him because he said his uncle had arranged for him to fly home to Louisville on Sunday morning. I said I'd drive him over to Vince's place in the morning to get the truck. He could then load the ladder and drop cloths in it and take them back to his uncle's house. 

I asked Nancy if she wanted to do anything further with Bryce tomorrow. Maybe she wanted to give him a going-away present. 

She hesitated before giving me a surprise answer: "I don't think I do. I loved having sex with him, especially since you got to watch, but I don't want to go any further with him. I think I'll go shopping tomorrow afternoon until you get rid of him. Then, when it's safe, I'll come home and fuck your brains out."

And that's exactly what happened.