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Taking Teresa Out!

BBWLuver on Voyeur Stories


Teresa and I met at a college that we were both taking classes at. She is short, 5'0" and a lovely BBW with very nice firm 42DD titties, long brownish red hair and beautiful eye. She has a proportioned full figure that makes heads turn when I watch her walikng around the campus. Well, we met at the college and had a few classes together. We began having lunch a little and sort of slowly moved into having an affair that has lasted now for over 9 years. We are both married and totally bored at home. Our spouses nver enjoy getting a little kinky as is were and we do. We began meeting at a rest area while skipping classes of lunch in the middle of the day, first staying mostly dressed in my van then little by little getting more and more naked ustil we stripped off all our clothes an

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d did what we wanted to do over on the trucker's side of the rest area. This of course got some honks on the air horns from the guys enjoying the shows we put on. It seemed that Teresa was getting hotter each time we went further and further.

We began meeting at night after a while and had progressed a ways in our sexual adventures. One night we had been at a club and had a few drinks and were driving back and decided to stop at a rest area we had not been to. Teresa had taken to wearing as little as possible to stay sort of legal and tey she always managed to wear something that she could flash truckers in or get out at a store and let the guys see her hot body. She always got back in the van and wanted to play since she had gotten so excited flashing. Well, we stopped at a rest area after she had flashed several truckers we had driven by. She had on a thin tank top t shirt and a wrap around skirt and thong panties. We got out and went to the rest rooms and really had to relieve ourselves so I went in and so did she and we came out. There were 4 truckers waiting around and when Teresa came out they all began talking to her. I stood a little back and she smiled at me over their shoulders knowing I was giving her some room to do something if she wanted to. She had a fantasy of a multiple guy session and I thought maybe tonight it might happen. Well, she talked to them and they all made some suggestions but in the end she seemed to turn them all down. They all said if she changed her mind they would be around a while. We held hands and walked to the truckers side where we had parked but went beyond to some benches on the edge of some woods. Teresa sat on the table and I sat next to her and she reached over and we began kissing very passionately. She let her wrap around skirt fall open exposing her legs all the way up to her upper hips and spread her legs apart and said, Finger fuck me please, I am so hot. I did just that pulling her thong aside and sinking three fingers into her soaking pussy. Her legs were facing out towards the parking area so the truckers were getting a good show. After she had a nice orgasm she pulled out my cock and began to suck me slowly, again, the parking area was getting a show. Teresa has as one of her very hot things is that when I cum in her throat she has a huge squirting orgasm that soaks anything under her pussy. Well, I let it go in her mouth and she had one of her best orgasms yet. We heard sounds around us and as we looked up 5 men were there with cocks in hand massaging themselves. Teresa got up and kissed me and whispered, "Do you mind if I do it?" I told her, "If you want to, enjoy Sweetheart." "Anyone have a blanket?" she asked and one of the guys had brought one with him. He showed her and she said, "Lets go for a little walk." As Teresa walked away from us, her skirt came off and she threw it over her shoulder. Her ass looked beautiful accented by the black thong. We got into the woods a little ways and the guy spread out the blanket. Teresa stood there in her tank top and thong and slowly carressed her body, the shirt falling to the ground exposing her lush titties with huge rock hard nipples. She took them in her mouth and sucked them and began biting them making her hips move swaying with the music in her head. She removed her thong and stood there totally naked and was massaging her titties and began playing with her clit that had swelled and her pussy was literally dripping. She dropped to her knees and reached out for the man closest to her and took his hard cock sucking the head and teasing it with her tongue. She took it into her throat slowly making the man moan with every inch that disappeared. She finally had all of about 7 inches going in and out of her mouth, her pussy dripping by now from the hard cock in her throat. She took him faster and finally his load filled her throat and her pussy squirted a puddle under her on the blanket. She licked her lips and reached for another cock, now the men were fully naked as I was and they had stepped closer. Teresa said, "Now no one cums unless it is in my mouth, understood?" "If yu can't wait then step closer and I will take care of you but no one wastes cum tonight, understand?" Everyone agreed and she began on the second cock of the night. He too was being taken all the way donw her throat and after some time his load filled her throat. One after another she took them deep into her throat and each one made her orgasm squirt under and each time another replaced the cock that had just cum. In all, there were 8 men that she sucked off that evening at the rest area. Several she sucked off twice. We had gotten ready to go, Teresa having stood up and was putting her thong on when a black guy walked up. "Too late for the fun?" he asked. Now Teresa had told me of her fantasy of ding a black guy but since she had grown up in the South and lived in a small town she had always kept it to herself. It was after I got her tippsy one night and got her to tell me all her deep dark lustful thoughts that she admitted wanting a black guy all the way through high school and even till now. Well, he stood there about 5 feet away and Teresa stopped in her dressing. She dropped the tank top and got back on her knees on the blanket. She reached out her hands and he stepped forward. Teresa unzipped his pants and his boxers were tenting with what promised to be the biggest cock of the night. She pulled them down and he stepped out of them, kisking them to the side. Teresa took his huge cock in both hands and began massaging it slowling making pre cum leak out. She took her tongue and licked it off the head of his cock. "Oh, that is good" she moaned. Then slowly she began working it into her mouth down her throat. He moved his hips slowly letting her take it as she could until it was all the way in. Later she found it was 10 inches long. She reached around his hips and began pulling his cock into her throat each time deeper until it all disappeared. She picked up the pace as her pussy began to spasim again, cumming on the blanket and again she kept going. The black guy moved his hips as she wanted them to move and finally he bagan to moan loud. His cum was rising slowly. Teresa aagain soaked the blanket and finally he buried his cock deep in her throat and filled her throat with his hot load. Her hips jerked with her own orgasm and he filled her till it leaked out of her mouth. She lieked her lips and laid back on the blanket and spread legs. "Fuck me now, please fuck me." He dropped to his knees between her legs and slipped into her pussy, his cock not all the way hard but close. He began moving in and out teasing her pussy with his rod. She was moaning louder and louder until his rythum was building and she was moaning and saying, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep, of yes, this is it..." She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulledd him into her all the way, squirting her liquids around his still hard cock. She almost collapsed and he held her legs apart pumping into her pussy, finally he moaned loud and filled her pussy, her also having another orgasm. He laid on her for a moment and then pulled his half hard cock out of her making a sloppy sound. She laid there massaging her titties. He told her to turn over and she did, "Oh yes, fuck my pussy from behind>" He smiled which she did not see and I knew he had other plans. He rubbed his cock along her slit and got it hard again and then rubbing it along her slit he pushed it into her ass, she gave out a yell, for until now she had only had a finger there and never had a cock, especially one this size. "oh, oh not there, it is ripping me apart." He slapped her ass hard, "Take it lady, you will adjust, just relax." "Oh no, it hurts, it, oh oh..." her voice faded to be replaced by moans. Now he drove into her ass slowly and steady. "See, told yu it would be good" he said. She was now moving against his cock as he pushed into her. This went on a least a half hour if not more. Her pussy kept squirting and squirting. Finally he tensed up and filled her ass with his cum making her cum also. He slipped out and stood up, dressing. The few men that were there put away their cocks and thanked her for the sucking and the show. She moaned and rolled off her back. Her legs stiff. "That has been the hottest time ever yo have given me" she said as she hugged and kissed me. She looked into my eyes, "Steve, do yu still love me?" "Yes dear" I told her. "Please, if yu still love me then fuck me too." My cock had been rock hard for the longest time and I gladly dropped between her legs and slipped in. It did not take long before I filler her with my cum. She held me tight and kissed me. "Oh yu do still love me" she moaned. Finally we got up and dressed and left. This is one adventure. If yu like it I will type more. Teresa and I are still seeing each other and she wanted to type these out so here they are folks. What do ya think?

Watchin my friends mom

TheMan1990 on Voyeur Stories

It was a friday night, my parents were out for the night and they didnt trust me home alone so they asked if i could sleep at my friend Anthony's house. His mom agreed.  At around 730 I walked over to his house. 

"Hey tim." said mrs. M.  "Hey Mrs. M, wheres anthony?"  "He is upstairs on the computer"

I walk upstairs to the family room and say hi to anthony.  Anthony suggests we play a video game to waste the time until his mom goes to bed.  We played Madded 06 for about 3 hours until finally his mom said she was goin upstairs and would see us in the morning.  Mrs. M was the hottest mom I'd ever seen, she had nice C cup tits.(i saw the tag of one of her bras once). and she had a nice big ass and also wore thongs. (I had seen

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them near the laundry room but thats a different story). 

One morning I had seen her walking around with no bra on and i could see her hard nipples through her shirt.  Ever since then I have been fantasizing about her while i masturbated.

At around 12 Anthony put on cinemax and there was a porn on. As we were watchin it i got extrememly hard and put a blanket over me to cover up my hard on.  After about 10 mins Anthony said he was very horny and said he was goin to masturbate.  I said i wasnt too horny so i would wait until later.  Anthony then with a blanket over him, jerked off for 10 mins until he said that he had cummed.  After he came, he turned off the porn and put on Con Air. After about 30 mins i looked over and saw that Anthony was asleep.  I tried waking him up but he was out for the night.  At this point i was extremely horny so i figured that i would go get another pillow and blanket from upstairs then jerk off then go to sleep.  I walked into the kitchen then into the living room then up the stairs quietly. I didnt want to wake up Mrs. M. 

I walked up to the closet and grabbed a pillow and a blanket.  As I was doin this i heard low moans coming from Mrs. M's room.  My cock instantly hardened.  I was so horny and I had to check it out.  I slowly walked over to her door and put my ear up to it.  I now heard her moaning loudly.  I needed to see this.  I slowly opened the door just barely enough to see her on her bed.  The site I saw made my dick the hardest its ever been.  Mrs. M was on her bed naked with her legs spread and 3 fingers in her perfectly shaved cunt and her other hand was caressing her nice tits.  I watched for about 5 minutes until I finally couldnt resist anymore and i pulled out my fully erect 7 inch cock.  My precum was already oozing from the tip of my dick.  I started to stroke my cock as I watched my friends beautiful mom masturbate.

I watched as her fingers went deep into her pussy and as she carressed her hard nipples.  I could see the juices of her pussy on her fingers as they went in and out.  Her moans got louder and louder as she went on.  My strokes got faster and faster.  I felt that I would cum soon.  I kept watchin Mrs. M finger her cunt and rub her clit for about 15 mins.  Then Mrs. M arched her back and fingered her cunt even harder until she let out a big moan and collapsed on her bed.  At this site i came so hard.  The hardest I ever came in my life.  The cum shot all over the door to her room.  I watched as she pulled out her fingers from her pussy, her cum was all over her and her fingers.  Then i watched as she put her fingers by her face and sniffed them.  Then she put all 3 fingers in her mouth and sucked off the juices.  This was by far the hottest thing i've ever seen.  Not wanting to get caught I quickly put my cock back into my pants, picked up the pillow and blankets and went back downstairs.

I went back into the family room and put on the TV thinkin about what i had just seen.  I again got hard so i put on some porn and jerked off again thinkin about what had just happened.  After i came i cleaned it up and went to sleep. 

The next morning Mrs. M woke us up and made us breakfast.  I was still nervous wondering if i would get confronted about what had happened.  After breakfast Anthony went to take a shower and i told Mrs. M that i would walk home now. She said ok.  As i was walking out the door Mrs. M said, "Tim, I hope you enjoyed last night." then she winked at me.  I smiled and said that it was great and i thanked her.  Then i walked out and down the steps and walked home.  I now know that she had noticed me at her door that night.  This just makes me hornier when i jerk off to the thaught of Mrs. M masturbating and her knowing i was there.

Hotel fun

SheenaJ on Voyeur Stories

 

 

  After the first day in the hotel  I was bored silly My hubby was working late like always and I had been alone all day and night so, I decided to walk the hotel to see who and what was about this night .I grabbed the key to room 902.

  I got down on the first floor as I turned the corner I saw the sign that said pool and Jacuzzi. I thought to myself hmm... This could be interesting. I walked along the hallway not seeing a soul most had already checked in or where in bed somewhere I figured. This Hotel was beside 95 and right next to a truck stop. Matter of

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fact the back where my room was faced the lot where the truckers parked there rigs for the night. I thought maybe a trucker might be checking in late and night and want an eye full.Yes I like to show my body off to strangers or to anyone really that likes to look.

 So any how  I preceded to the pool area it was dark when I saw the janitor walking out from the Jacuzzi room. I asked him if it was to late to go swimming. Now mind you I saw on the wall coming down the hall a sign that said pool open from 9 to 9 daily. Yet all the pool lights inside the pool and Jacuzzi where still on dimly light but still on . This was an older man maybe in his late sixties or so and I asked him if I could sneak into the Jacuzzi For a dip and I promised to be very quiet. He asked me if I had a room key and told me if I did all I had to do at any time was put in it the slot to the pool room and I could get inside .He would not tell if I did, but said he had to keep all the ceiling lights out. I said fine." If you want the jets at full power you only have about half hour then they shut down there set on a timer. " I though hmm well lets see if this works.

 I asked him if he minded if I just got in now ,my suite was in the room and I didn't want to waste time going up and getting into it to only have a minute or to enjoy those jets. Should have seen his eyes light up . He nodded and blushed as he went on in his room shutting the door. I figured he must  have  had  one of those video cams set up to watch the pool from his office or something. So I went on in grabbing a few towels , then walked back to the changing room and undressed wrapping a towel casually around my body.

 That was when I then noticed the camera on the wall slowly following me and I then knew for sure he was watching and it excited me all the more. Also all around the pool where large  open windows leading to the parking lot where anyone could look in to the pool area . I walked to the Jacuzzi and slowly  dropped the towel standing  buck naked knowing this old man was watching me at every turn. I  moved dipping my foot in the water my hand running up and down my breasts even tweaking a nipple every now and then till I slowly slid on in the warm water. I felt around finding a very  strong jet and back into is leaning over feeling the jets pulsating again my back door. Oh... God...Did it feel good

 And It didn't take long before I turned around to have the jets pouring at my clit as I faced his office grabbing both tits and pulling nipples hard and fast . They where erect, rock hard and rather large I do have larger boobs, 44 D and very large dark nipples.And boy  I  did get off so good knowing I was being watched. I leaned back relaxing in the water the jets hitting my back and bottom still as I lead back closing my eyes and feeling my tit's squirming in the water arching and moaning loudly hearing my cries echoing in the empty room or what I thought was empty but my voyeur on camera and me. That's  when I heard a sound I opened one eye and saw this man beside the glass wall in the work out room stroking his cock and banging it to the glass for me to see he also enjoyed the show. I just continued to play and pull my nipples out as far as I could now as I moaned still squirming in the water but slowing down from my climax I shut my eyes and smiled.

 Next thing I knew , I heard the door click Yes I was frighten I will not tell you that, but excited even more to think this man was in here now cock in hand to show me his show . I was keeping my eyes shut a little longer to intensify the sensations and the wonder , till I  then felt a  pair of hands at my tit's behind me. I moaned louder and leaned back, my fingers slid into my pussy rolling my clit,  then I felt a second set of hand on my tits.That was when I then opened my eyes wide  to see two very good looking men rolling my nipples and smiling at me.

 They both smiled watching me not a word spoken only that knowing smile had both watched my show for the camera? I smiled and then they joined me in the Jacuzzi. I  was sat in the middle as I had, one on each side of me one went right to kissing my boobs  sucking my nipples and the other fingering my clit. I lower both hands below the water reaching to this cocks in their pants  and stared to stroke, a dick in each hand. All three of us where moaning and groaning they both stood up and pulled there pants down to there ankles there cocks standing straight out at me throbbing and pulsing even dipping pre cum from the tips of each one.

 Oh I  could not held myself I stroked both then sucked each one fully down taking every inch on their long beautiful cocks...One at a time slowly savoring the flavor the feelings of each cock. The one older man pulled me closer to him  squeezing my tit till it hurt as he then sat down then pulled me on top of him, I felt that huge ridged cock slide up into me right away  every inch of him filling my pussy at once.  I rode him and rode him hard. While I sucked the other man off this time. Tits bouncing hard the sound of wet flesh hitting echoed in my head , this made me suck all the harder to the second man I was going to town on his poor cock not that he minded much  it was not long and he was cumming wildly, and so did I. Oh god yes  feeling his hot cum, shooting all down my mouth and dripping down my chin. As the whole time the camera was moving to see all of us in every way.it got me off so  darn good again. My camera man was really getting a show did he realize  he would get when he let me in the pool just  what he would be witnessing . I hope he was jerking off good and hard in there. And hoped the old man could take it.

I laid back in the water now lifting my pussy to him in  silent offering begging for more as the man I was riding pounded me hard with his thick cock spilling his big  hot wet  load inside of me. I felt every spurt, every shot of his cum hit my walls . he jerked and shoot off the last of that milky  cream flooding me good and  wet oh god I was soaked

 They smiled and said "  same time tomorrow"  with a wink nothing more . Got up pulled their  suites up and walked out not a word not a hint who they where nothing . I had no idea who they where ,or where they stayed. Laying there a bit I smiled and moaned I was in heaven and  knew I had to get back to my room , so I grabbed the towel and walked to the changing room , got dressed and walked back down the hall way.The janitor opened his door , he stepped out smiling like a mad man and handed me a note as he locked up . I walked to the elevator .As I waited for the elevator doors to open, and  I read it. It said.

Dear room 902.


I loved the show and you looked so good fucking my sons in there . I can't wait till next time so I can sit in the room this time and watch. I have the whole thing on tape so I can watch it any time I want and yes I do want more then you know . I blew my load three times on you sexy. . maybe next time I will join in.


janitor night shift.

Jon.


I was so hot and turned on I would have gone back to him right then and there but he was gone. I went to my room got undress and turned every light on in the room and stood in front of the open window, in front of better then fifty trucks and played with my self. I have no idea how many saws me that night , but I heard quite a few air horns blow, and lights flash. Tomorrow night before I return to the pool room , I think I will check out the truckers again then get nice and wet then go to the pool for my threesome?


to be continued




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Wedding on Long Island

Javvet on Voyeur Stories

 

 

 

 

                                  A Wedding on Long Island

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                                     A Short Story

                                                      About a horny couple

A week of work and more work had taken its toll. Ron was exhausted and he and his wife Catherine were on their way to a wedding.  It was a cousin of Catherine and she couldn’t wait to get a way.  The flight was uneventful, and after getting their rental car they were off to her cousin’s house.

 

Ron was going to take a nap when they got there. It was almost noon, and unseasonably warm for late September.  They found the house easily enough, and Catherine went in to say Hi to everyone while Ron unloaded their suitcases.  He carried them inside, but still did not see anyone.  He flopped down on the couch to close his eyes.

 

It was only a few minutes before he heard Catherine’s voice.

“Hey, quit sleeping and come out by the pool.  Don’t be rude.  Besides you’ll be glad you did when you do.  The guys are all golfing, and the girls are having a pool party.”

 

“Just let me sleep for awhile” Ron begged.

“I think you’ll wish you didn’t” Catherine laughed.

“This should be good” he thought to himself.  “Who is here?” he asked.

“Just the bridal party” Catherine answered. “My cousin went to the store.”

As he walked through the back doorway toward the pool, his jaw dropped to the deck when he stepped out.  Expecting to see a group of 50 year old women sitting around in their ruffled one-piece suits, he got a little different welcome than he expected.

“Surprise” the girls shouted, all at once.

 

It was really quite a sight.  It was probably largest collection of huge tits that he had ever seen in one place.  And these were not just big tits.  These were HUGE tits, and they were popped out bathing suits that were never designed to retain them.

“God Bless America!” he laughed.

“Are you guys coming in?” Kristin asked

“No” Catherine answered,  “Ron’s kind of tired and I could use a quick nap while its’ still quiet around here.”

“Forget that, I can get a nap later” Ray responded.  “Let me go get my suit”

“Don’t bother” Jill giggled “Ray won’t be back for hours, besides we’re all family.”

Ron’s glance at Catherine told him that he was already in trouble,  What the hell, I might as well be in trouble for something worth getting in trouble for, he thought to himself.

“Why don’t you get some sleep and rest up for tonight?” Ron asked her.  “I’ll just sit by the pool and get to know your future cousin and her friends.”

“Fine you have a good time, I’m sure you’ll have a great time” and Catherine pulled away from him, walking back into the house. “I’m taking a nap” As she went inside and upstairs, she wondered what her lover was up to.  Her imagination was going wild, and she couldn’t sleep.

 

Ron spent the next hour in a fantasy tagteam.  Servicing all 4 girls, one at a time, while the other 3 watched.  A bachelorette party that Jill would never forget.  One after another.  Doggy style, pony rides, missionary, and Ron’s favorite, 69.

 

Catherine couldn’t sleep, she got up and parted the drapes, only slightly, as the voyeur in her had gotten the best of her.  She watched from the bedroom window, partly in anger, partly in curiosity, she watched as her husband was finished off by her cousin in the shallow end of the pool.

As Ron stumbled into the house, he could hardly move his legs.  This had been an unbelievable afternoon.  Ron-BoyToy he thought.  “I could grow to like this.”  As he crawled upstairs and into the bedroom, he found Catherine asleep on the bed.  Or so he thought.  He dropped his clothes on the floor and climbed into the shower.

 

When Ron got out Catherine was gone.  He could hear everyone downstairs.  He quickly dressed and went downstairs.  Everyone was home from shopping and golf.  The house was full of people he did not know.  He looked for Catherine, but she was nowhere to be found.  Catherine’s cousins spent the rest of the afternoon introducing him to people whose names he quickly forgot. 

“Who is the groom?” Ron asked Catherine’s cousin Annie.

“Ray is around here somewhere” Annie replied.  They spent the next several minutes checking out by the pool and outside the house.  “There’s Jill, let me ask her” “Jill, honey, have you seen that gorgeous groom of yours?  Ron would like to meet him”

“The last I saw him, he and Tony were talking to Catherine” she answered.

“Who’s Tony?” Ron asked.

“He’s the best man.  He and Ray  are best friends. They do everything together.”  Jill answered.  “The last I saw them they were talking about shooting some pool..”

“Do you guys have a pool table?” Ron asked.

“No, but Tony does at his place.  Its just down the street” Annie answered.

“C’mon, I’ll walk down there with you.” Jill said.

It was starting to get dark as they headed down the street.  “That’s his place there” Jill said after they had walked about 5 houses away.  There were no lights on in the house as the walked up the sidewalk. 

“Do you think anyone is here?” Ron asked.  “The place looks dark.”

Jill reached for the front door, it was unlocked.  “His pool room is around back, they’re probably out there.”

As they walked through the house, they could see light coming form the room at the end of the hall, and could here sounds, not really talking, but definitely people voices, slightly muffled. 

Ron opened the door, and found his bride with the groom-to-be and his best man.  They were using the pool table, but not in the classic billiards style.  Catherine was startled at first, but when she saw it was Ron, she smiled, and went back to what she was doing.  “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander” she smiled.

 

Ron and Jill just stood and watched, enjoying the view.  Ron watched as his innocent wife, always shy about being seen by anyone, offered an Oscar winning performance in a 2-on-1 that these boys would never forget.  Ray finished first, pounding her from behind and firing his load all over her as and back, collapsing to his knees.  Tony was not far behind him, a he lay on his back on the billiard table, Catherine slid his rockhard rod in and out of his mouth, faster and faster until she felt the unmistakable pumping of his lean hips.  She grasped his cock at its base, sliding her hand up and down its shaft, faster and faster.  She pushed her lips against its swollen head as the volcano of cum exploded into her mouth and on her face, as Tony screamed.  Screams of pleasure and pain, agony and ecstasy. 

She smiled her evil smile, the one Ron loved.  The one that told her lovers that she had been in control, and that the party was over for them.  “Sorry boys, playtime is over” she said.  “Ray, have bachelor party, this will be your last experience that doesn’t include your wife.  Tony, you’re cute, the weekend isn’t over.  You may come in handy if the old man standing in the door can’t keep up…..”

 

She stood up and walked over to Ron.  Her incredible body and the act he had just witnessed was driving him crazy.  She reached up, pulling his head down towards her face, pulling their mouths together and pushing her tongue past his open lips and into his mouth.

This was going to be a very interesting weekend…..

 

 

 

I Sripped Julie on an Amtrak Train

Anonymous 101 on Voyeur Stories

This is a true story about exposing my modest but lovely wife to strangers, in a public humiliation she was helpless to prevent.  It’s something she would never agree to, so arranging it took some doing.  Since what I am writing really happened, and I am paranoid that some acquaintance may put two and two together and figure out who we are, I will call my wife Julie though that isn't her real name. And if you are wondering why I am going to such trouble to describe many minor details in writing, I am doing it for myself, so months and years from now I can reread this and fully experie

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nce the thrills I felt at the time.

One thing I discovered about my wife, which I now use to my advantage, is that every once in a while she likes to play "dress up". You see in every day life we are fairly casual people. We tend not to spend much money on clothing, or on going to fancy events, since we would rather spend it on travel, which we both enjoy.  Both Julie and I are middle aged. We met in our late 20's but had similar experiences growing up. When we were teens virtually everything formal was looked down on by our circles of friends. Call it a lingering 60's influence I suppose. Anyway, Julie skipped her Senior Prom and never dressed glamorously to go out on dates. I found out several years ago, however, while shopping at thrift stores together (we love finding interesting or off beat bargains) that my wife has a real eye for well made, well designed, "fancy clothes". Julie rarely bought them because they didn't fit well into our lifestyle, and she hesitated to buy clothes that would seldom get worn.

The great thing about thrift stores though is that most everything is inexpensive, so it opens up doors for experimentation. I saw Julie pick out some real classy clothes sometimes, though she almost always put them back, and they included some items I was surprised she even considered, because they weren't nearly as conservative as what she normally wore. I was slow to pick up on it at first, but boy lights started going on for me when I realized what was happening.

This was the road not taken, a side to Julie she never got to explore, though like every woman in America, those classic feminine images were always all around and affecting her. Though a few years past 40 now, Julie is a very attractive woman, 5' 7" with shoulder length brown hair and a trim, killer figure. Her 36C's are my heart's desire. OK, maybe they once hung a tad higher, but her breasts remain lush and nicely perched. No one would ever say that Julie's tits sagged, they are soft and full and virtually beg for fondling. And in the right clothes they become irresistible eye magnets. The trick is getting Julie into them.

I started paying closer attention to what Julie was drawn to, and learned to use that information toward my own end, which if you haven't already figured it out, is to expose my wife as much as possible in public. I found that there are certain colors and fabrics that Julie almost can't resist, lavender and silk are two examples. If clothes have some special touch, an interesting cut, quality tailoring, or just an expressive feminine look that catches her eye, Julie always finds them tempting.

Women always seem to have more to look at in stores than guys do, so when I got bored in a thrift store I began looking for things my wife might like. But mostly I looked for things I would like to see my wife wearing, and that usually meant the most revealing clothing I had the slightest chance of convincing Julie to leave our house in. It was the start of a multi year project of mine to get my intrinsically shy wife to wear increasingly sexy clothing.

That is a full story in itself which I won't go into now except to make two points that relate to the incident I am about to describe. The first is that a long build up preceded talking Julie into the dress she had on during the night in question. The second ties back to travel. We live within commuting distance to Manhattan but we moved here fairly recently from another state, and New York is still new to Julie. To my wife Manhattan is almost as exotic as London or Paris. To make a very long story short, we have slowly evolved an arrangement. I encourage Julie to buy quality "provocative" clothes in Thrift Stores (quality is the key, Julie balks at anything she thinks looks "trashy") by arguing that, since they are so cheap, it's OK if she never finds a situation suitable for wearing them. That of course is the critical first step, getting revealing clothes out of the store and into Julie's closet. Silk is great because it is so often sheer, and anything that shows a lot of cleavage is on my short list also.

Then I dangle Manhattan in front of her, or more to the point, I wait for her to mention it to me. It's enough of a trip for us that it really is too time consuming to spend an evening there without spending a night in a hotel, and Manhattan hotels aren't cheap. So I usually counter by suggesting that we go out somewhere local, but I let my wife know that if she would be willing to wear such and such outfit that I never get to see her in, I would break down and do Manhattan with her. It is the perfect storm for talking my wife into doing something she ordinarily would never dream of.

Julie loves the excitement of going into the city but she can see how it is impractical for us, in time, money, and hours spent away from my business, to do so with any frequency. And my wife very much does want to please me, so if there is something she can do to get me excited about travailing to Manhattan also, that lifts the burden of guilt off her for suggesting it. Plus Julie honestly likes the clothes we bring home from thrift stores, she's just embarrassed about actually wearing them. But since I now know about the part of Julie that likes dressing up, that is what I feed on. That and the anonymity of the big city where no one will know us and anything goes. As a result I have gotten Julie into Manhattan wearing clothing that she truly is uncomfortable being seen in, but that look classy enough on her that she doesn't feel like a total tramp while wearing them.

Julie rationalizes that since some cosmopolitan women dress that way in Manhattan, there is nothing "wrong" about her doing it, and my wife always gets caught up in the excitement of being there. That thrill works enough of the time for her to overcome the haunting feeling that she's terribly exposed, while I live for the moments when Julie becomes a public target for male sexual energy. I spend a lot of time and money waiting for those moments, and Julie is mortified when they actually happen, but given enough time her desire to go back to Manhattan gets the best of her, and we repeat the experience. And each time that we do I am usually able to talk her into wearing something just a touch more sheer or revealing, as Julie is very slowly acclimating to the experience.

I have to admit that there is something perversely erotic about slowly guiding my reserved and inhibited wife into accepting ever more brazen public displays of her luscious boobs to total strangers. The fact that Julie is obviously conflicted and reluctant just heightens the challenge and thrill for me in showing her off. Julies moist pussy remains off limits, because any hint of revealing that seems totally slutty to her, though lately some skirt slits have begun a climb up Julie's thighs.

OK, that pretty much takes us up to the present and the moment of perhaps my greatest triumphs in a continuing quest to expose my essentially modest wife's sweet body in public. My wife is a Democrat. You might wonder why I mention that but it very much plays into this story. Julie was very unhappy when George Bush won reelection and the fact he was going to be inaugurated again depressed her. She thought Kerry would win and was expecting to attend some celebration parties with friends. That never happened of course.

While on line Julie read something about a group of protesters who were organizing a Counter "Ball" for Inauguration Day at a DC nightclub. The idea was creative, everyone would dress up pretending to be very wealthy people to celebrate four more years of greed running rampant in America. In other words it was a political costume party, a satirical slam against Bush's richest backers, and everyone was expected to dress up for the part. Yup, evening gowns and Tuxes. Julie mentioned it to me in passing but I doubt she expected I would agree to take her. I sensed how much my wife wanted to go. I knew she thought it sounded like fun but mostly it would be a way for Julie to counteract some of her depression about Bush winning. So I surprised her by saying I might consider it, but it depended on finding her the right dress to wear.

I was honest with Julie, driving down to D.C. for a Party sounded like a crazy idea to me. It was winter, roads could be covered by snow, lots of streets in Washington would be blocked off for security on Inauguration Day. It would be a mess. Travel expenses and a hotel would add up to a lot of money, not to mention all the time and aggravation we would spend getting there and back. That was a lot to go through for a party, but I had a proposal that I thought might be workable.

I suggested we take Amtrak down from New York to D.C. on the day of the Party. There was a return train back to New York leaving from Washington at We could stay late at the Night Club, then take that one home. The money saved by not getting a hotel for the night, plus the money not spent on car expenses would cover both our train tickets, and I wouldn't have to make that grueling round trip drive. Plus we both liked riding trains and that part could be fun. But no matter how you sliced it, it would mean a lot of time and money spent on going to a Party, which brought me back to Julie's dress.

I said I wanted to see her dress like a Hollywood Star, in an elegant but daring gown. I stressed we would be at a costume Ball, and playing the part of rich people, not ourselves. We really should act decadent, when would we ever get another chance to do so? I thought the payoff of the trip was a big enough lure that Julie might go along with it, and I was right. That is she at least agreed that we should go out looking for dresses. Julie knew it would take a daring one to get me to sign off on this plan, since she knew our game well enough by now. My motivation was to push her limits to have her look provocative.

Well the local thrift stores were a bust so I agreed we could dash into Manhattan for a day to hit up some sophisticated ones. We found a few gowns that made Julie look sexy, but I wanted something over the top, so I was holding out. On the 5th store we scored, and I have to admit I lucked out, because what we found was really elegant, and that went a long ways toward helping Julie feel comfortable with the choice.

It was a strapless black velvet evening gown that was very low cut, with a slight heart shaped dip at the center allowing a V shaped plunge between the breasts showing lots of cleavage. The back was cut low also but straight across. The front was reinforced from below the breasts, which stiffened the fabric as it curved first up, then gently around, and finally slightly away from Julie's breasts while she wore it. That uplift, along with elastic in the fabric at the side of the dress, held the top safely up, though it looked like it could fall down any second because the fabric didn't hug Julie's breasts at the front where it minimally covered her. If you stood next to or behind my wife and looked down at her chest it was easy to follow the slope of Julie's breasts curving down underneath the velvet. I don't know if Julie realized that part. I suspect the tops of my wife's nipples were exposed from that angle but the fabric overhang left a shadow over that part of her breasts making it near impossible to be sure without a flashlight.

It didn't matter, my wife looked half naked while wearing that gown, and the black velvet contrast made her pale breasts look absolutely edible. I should also mention that the skirt of the dress had a wrap around quality that caused an elegant diagonal draping of fabric when standing, but which opened to a mid thigh split while sitting if care wasn't taken to keep it properly closed. Julie didn't figure that part out until later. My wife looked stunning in that gown and she knew it. Julie didn't look cheap, she didn't look slutty, she simply looked stunning. For $55 bucks on sale, we had the perfect gown. And Julie started calling it the Prom dress she never got to wear.

When all was said and done though this trip was costing me a fortune, because to get and stay in the right frame of mind, my wife wanted all the right accessories. New dress shoes, elbow length gloves, rhinestone necklace, a useless purse, you name it. Whatever it took to help Julie feel comfortable in her role, we assembled the pieces to her costume, while I rounded up a Tux that would fit me. And all the while I silently vowed I would get my monies worth out all of this.

At first Julie wanted to buy a bustier, which made me nervous because I wanted her naked under her gown. I stressed how good she looked without one, which was true, and said we shouldn't blow more money on another piece of clothing that Julie might never wear again, all the while hoping that my intentions weren't becoming too obvious. I couldn't stop her from shopping though and she found a black long line bra on sale that seemed like it might work, so I just bit my tongue. It didn't give her quite the added uplift she expected though and it felt just a tad uncomfortable on her, which gave me the opening I needed.

You see part of the deal was we would wear our costumes on Amtrak. We really had nowhere to go to change once we made it to D.C., and I didn't want to lug around a garment bag for my Tux in any case. Since we had ridden Amtrak into Manhattan before, we knew they kept the trains warm, and Julie had a black velvet Bolero shoulder shrug that offered her a touch of modesty and warmth for the train ride. I said for the money we were spending I really want to see her in that dress all day, and Julie agreed to go along with it. Since that bra Julie bought made her gown fit a little snug, and since she was going to be wearing that gown for 24 hours from start to finish, she agreed to go without the bra.

So the day came and off we went on our adventure. Just like I thought, the Amtrak cars were well heated so Julie was able to take off her coat though she kept the bolero on. That did nothing to hide her cleavage, but it muted the effect of Julie's upper body being totally exposed. Still I wasn't complaining, Julie still looked damned hot, and for about an hour she humored me and took off the bolero too, which had me in 7th heaven. Julie was sitting in the aisle seat to keep away from window drafts so I had a pretty good idea what our fellow passengers were getting to look at when they walked past us down the aisle.

Once we got to D.C. the actual event was a lot of fun for both of us, but mostly otherwise uneventful. There were many wild outfits being worn but Julie's was definitely one of the hottest. The place was a little chilly though, so Julie kept her bolero on much of the time, and it was also dark and crowded. For most of the night we ended up standing on a balcony above the main dance floor, which limited the number of men who could see down Julie's gown. Limited but not eliminated, I should add. When I asked Julie later if anything made her uncomfortable while we were in the club she said there were a few times when she felt nervous, wondering if a man was standing near or talking to us just so he could look down her dress. I laughed and said probably, after all you look gorgeous, but as long as he didn't do anything rude there's no harm done, it's just part of the game.

The party wound down and we left to catch our train on time. While we were waiting for it to load we saw several other couples decked out in formal attire also, but we suspected they, unlike us, had attended one of the official Inaugural Balls. Once seated we found the train again well heated, and I was pleased to see, well lighted also. Julie settled into the aisle seat once again. My wife was on a medication that makes her drowsy, which she put off taking until we left the Ball. That, the late hour, and all the accumulated commotion, made Julie pretty tired, and it wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep snuggled against my left side. Julie had her coat off but her bolero was still draped around her shoulders.

While I was generally pleased with the way the day had gone, part of me was still a little disappointed. I thought it would be warmer inside the club so Julie could discard her bolero at coat check. I thought we would be mingling much more allowing many more men to ogle Julie. I was hoping it wouldn't be quite so damn dark inside, and so on. I guess I was also just sorry to see this special day of showing off Julie coming to an end. So I decided to push the limits further while I still had a chance.

I leaned my own head into Julie's shoulder and moved my right arm until my hand was holding her right arm near her elbow. Snuggled up against her like that I pretended to go to sleep, with my eyes kept open a slit to see if anyone was watching us. Since no one was sitting opposite us the only time anyone could see what I was up to was if they walked down the aisle. And what I was up to was shifting my right hand slightly so that I could hook a finger into the side of Julies dress at the skin line, while applying pressure down.

I noticed the way Julie's bolero draped her shoulders obscured my view of the progress I was making as I feverishly worked to expose my wife. Being careful not to be noticed, I pulled her bolero open first at my side, and then reached across Julie's chest to flick the fabric off her left breast. Her bolero was still on, but now it lay wide open leaving my wife more vividly revealed. While doing this I noticed that the fold on Julie's skirt had opened, exposing some of her thigh, so I pulled that cloth further aside also, leaving a broad V shaped expanse of Julie's flesh uncovered, pointing directly to her crotch.

Now I returned my right hand to Julie's right side, and resumed tugging down on her dress. Occasionally I froze when someone walked by us down the aisle, pretending to be fast asleep. I am sure at least one man made a return round trip by us. But Julie's dress was well tailored, and difficult to lower, at least while she was seated. I thought  I wasn't making that much progress until I made a startling observation. It wasn't so much that Julie's gown was slipping down, it was actually slipping sideways, from left to right, and the cleavage revealing V cut at the center of the bodice, meant to line up directly between her breasts, was slowly migrating toward me across my wife's right breast.

When I realized this I was stunned, because, to be honest, I didn't really think I would get away with actually flashing Julie's nipples on Amtrak. The gown would have to fall down too far I thought, and I was afraid the result would look as intentional as it actually was.  That could have gotten us into trouble, which I worried about. This way though was different. Julie's evening gown was never meant to sleep in. Who could say that the slit up the front of her dress didn't innocently fall open? Who could say that her bolero hadn't innocently fallen open also? And who could say that Julie's strapless gown hadn’t innocently twisted to the side when she shifted in her sleep to make herself more comfortable?


Armed with this insight I kept tugging at Julie's gown while she slept dead to the world, and watched more of her right breast spring into view. To be honest, from the angle my head was resting, I couldn't fully appreciate the effect all this was having on Julie's left breast. I knew the lower cut at the side of her gown was sliding over revealing more of it, I just couldn't tell how much. But the liberating effect on my wife's right breast was stark and unmistakable, more and more of her pale flesh emerged into the light until suddenly the pink glow surrounding Julie's nipple slid out from under the black velvet of her gown.

In a daze I kept pulling until almost half of my wife’s right nipple was out from beneath the dress. The way the fabric now stretched pinched tightly into Julie’s tit, forcing the exposed part of her ripe bud to thrust upward from her breast, an erotic consequence of the gown still constraining the covered half. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it might wake Julie.

Without moving my head I carefully opened my eyes more than the squint I had frozen them at. Right there next to me was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Here on an Amtrak train lay my usually modest wife, sprawled out sleeping on an aisle seat under bright lights, in her low cut strapless black velvet gown, precariously now clinging scandalously low.  The pitch black contrast of Julie's strategically arranged gown framed her exposed white body and made my wife look almost more naked than if she had been nude. The slit of Julie's skirt was pulled wide open exposing much of her thighs, more than enough to incite any mans imagination. Her bolero was flipped off her chest leaving virtually all of her barely clad breasts brazenly visible, but the crowning glory was my wife's right nipple, oozing out from beneath black velvet, clear as day.

I couldn't believe this was really happening but I thought I would get away with it. I was wearing a full Tux, Julie was in an evening gown. We were obviously respectable people who had come down for Bush's inauguration and fallen asleep on the train going home. I left it with Julie's nipple only half exposed because I knew that would seem more believable than if I tried to pop most of her breast completely out of her dress. To be honest though, I think my wife looked more erotic this way, her modesty more subtly betrayed. Julie was a vision of innocence violated, sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to her blatantly erotic public display.

About this time the train slowed down to make a stop in Philadelphia (or a suburb, I can't remember) and I was a delirious near total nervous wreck. I knew we would get busted if anyone realized I was actually awake, so I kept my head snuggled against Julie in a natural sleeping position. Unfortunately that meant I couldn't see very much through the slit in my eye lids from that angle, but I was determined not to move a muscle. What I could see were people's legs when they moved down the aisle past us on the train, which happened several times as people rose to get off the train. I strained to hear any comments but my hearing isn't great anymore, my best ear was pressed against the seat, and there was back ground noise to filter out.

More people got on Amtrak in Philadelphia than had just departed, and at least 7 or 8 people walked right past the seat Julie was sprawled across half naked. Again though, my impaired vision and hearing kept me from confirming anyone's obvious reactions to the spectacle of my wife lying exposed right there next to them. They had to see though. Everyone getting on a train looks at all the seats as they pass by, that's how you decide where to sit. And there was no missing Julie, with her lush 36C's swimming out of her low cut strapless black velvet gown, the skirt parted into a wide delta suggestively revealing most of my wife's shapely thighs.

So I was thrilled of course, but again with that nagging hint of frustration. The day still lacked a defining Voila! moment, when some stranger looked at my wife and totally lost it, when I knew he was viewing Julie as a sexual object with absolutely no pretense of hiding it. It was about this time that the conductor entered our car to collect fares from the new passengers who had just gotten on, as I could hear the familiar call, "Tickets please", approaching from the seats behind us.

The conductor was a large guy, probably in his 40's and handsome enough, with a short just starting to gray black beard. And he was sociable. When he collected our tickets in DC, he engaged us in some light conversation. I wasn't sure if he was checking Julie out then, but if he was he kept his composure. But that was before my wife fell asleep and I went to work on her gown. He hadn't returned since I transformed Julie's attire (or lack of it) from a formal example of elegant sensuality to a brazenly raw sexual display. This was the real test of my resolve to violate Julie's modesty in public. However friendly he might have been before, the conductor is the voice of authority on a train, and I knew as he moved slowly down the car he was certain to notice my wife half nude on the aisle where any passenger could find her.

Would he decide to wake us to cover Julie? My wife would absolutely freak to be found by a man that way and I shuddered to think of the wrenching scene that would follow. But knowing that this conductor, a man who 45 minutes earlier stood joking with my wife, would soon find her completely defenseless, laid out to please him like a mere gift wrapped sex toy, that excited me. This was invasive. It meant peeling away the last shred of Julie's privacy. Offering my exposed wife now to a man she had talked with earlier made Julie's public humiliation much more intimate, and the thought was too intoxicating to resist. It was the middle of the night and there were no kids on the car. I decided to roll the dice and leave Julie as she was, nearly stripped, fully lit, sleeping helpless in her seat.

Of course I was as nervous as I was excited. It reminded me of an Eagle's lyric; "This could be heaven or this could be Hell". I had my eyes almost completely shut now, and I could just see a sliver of the aisle through my eyelashes. Believe me, I was taking no chances that the conductor might figure out I was really awake. I saw his coat brush past our row as he stopped at the seat in front of us to ask some woman for her fare. Absolutely no reaction. Damn, Damn! How could he gaze at my wife's lewd display, and then just go about his business?

Then it happened. In mid sentence the conductor completely lost his train of thought, stuttered and went silent. Finally he laughed and managed an apology to the passenger, openly confessing that the sight of Julie’s body splayed out in the seat behind her had totally absorbed his attention. I couldn't catch all their words, but this lady clearly had noted Julie's compromised condition earlier, because she assured the conductor that his distraction was quite understandable. He followed up with a direct comment about Julie's state that I couldn't quite make out. All together they chatted for maybe a minute, though it definitely felt longer to me, engaged in small talk over my disrobed wife.  Finally the conductor resumed his journey down the aisle and it was over.

The rest of the trip is sort of a blur. I know I left Julie in that condition for some number of minutes more until she stirred slightly in her sleep. Afraid that she would open her eyes and notice her nudity, I flipped Julie's bolero back over the gown where her nipple was falling out. Then I quickly closed the gap in her skirt a little, though still leaving a lot of her thigh visible. We rode a while longer till I realized I was pretty tired also. It felt too risky to potentially nod off and lose all control of the situation, so I tugged Julie's gown up just enough to recover her nipple and left my wife sleeping that way, as the train stopped several more times before pulling into Penn Station, where she pulled herself together in a sleepy daze.

In hind sight I'm amazed that I pushed the envelope so far with Julie on the train that night. There was nothing subtle about the way I posed her. Her breasts were spilling right out of her dress under bright white lighting, her nipple popping out in very clear view. My wife had the look of a peeled banana, the last remnants of her black gown merely emphasizing Julie's nakedness and vulnerability to everyone who passed by her, bare inches from her velvet framed, inexcusably exposed, and luridly available body.

It was just like being a teen again, with my raging hormones overwhelming all rational thought. What made me believe I could strip my wife in public without getting busted? Yes I had some special circumstances going for me, but a number of passengers saw Julie and not one lifted a finger to help her. The conductor, the man who could have stopped it, instead gave his leering consent, permitting my wife's exposure without looking the other way. Him standing over Julie, chatting about her unfortunate indecency with another women, was the fitting culmination of my wife's humiliation.

So I've got to thank you Guy, because you really made my day, but I'm sure that Julie made yours also.

Shower time

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I never thought I would be the kind of person who would enjoy watching someone else. But ever since the new guy moved in next door, all I seem to be doing is waiting to watch him. Maybe I wouldn't be so tempted to watch if looking out my bedroom window didn't mean I could see in his bathroom window. He always seemed to take his showers at the same time everyday. He's been living there for 3 months now, we've exchanged small talk over our fences, but if he only knew how I see him most nights. Its almost time, I put on my silk nightie, and stand by my bedroom window, pull back the curtains only an inch and wait. Before long her he comes, the bathroom light goes on, and the show begins. First he takes off his shirt, damn what a chest, I imagine running my tongue down between his flat nipple
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s. I wonder what he tastes like, if his skin is salty. He has just the right amount of hair on his chest, and I long to run my fingers thru it, and play with his nipples. There goes his shorts, mmmmm now my favorite part, off come the undies, damn, this man is very well endowed. His penis is thick and long and has a dark nest of hair surrounding it. I close my eyes and imagine caressing his cock and kneading his balls. When I open my eyes, he is in the tub and has the water running. He lifts his face to the spray and closes his eyes. He wets his hair, and grabs the shampoo. I fantasize about running my fingers thru his wet hair. He rinses off his hair, He picks up the soap, lathers it up and starts rubbing it on his body. I notice that my nipples are hard so I start to rub them, I feel moisture pool between my legs as I watch him lather his incredible body. Then he starts washing around his cock. I slide my hand inside the front of my panties, I'm so wet. I start to rub myself. He is now washing his balls, then he starts stroking his cock, he is not just washing it, he is stroking it. He puts the soap down and continues to stroke his cock. His head is back, eyes closed and he is stroking and stroking. I pretend its my hand stroking his cock, as I play with my pussy. I'm watching him, wanting to go next door, fall on my knees and take him in my mouth, I want to feel him cum inside me. I see him jerk as he cums, and then I cum, fast and hard. I close my eyes and feel like I'm floating. I open my eyes, look out my window, and catch him looking directly at me. He smiles, I smile. He blows me a kiss, I blow him one. he steps out of the shower, turns off the light. I step away from my window. Then my phone rings. I pick it up and say hello. He says, "hi neighbor, same time tomorrow night"? And I say, "you got a date." Maybe I should invite him to dinner first tomorrow.

THE CUMMING TOGETHER

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 My wife's mind was going in the right direction,it just needed a push.

 Married a while and happy,with two kids,we enjoyed nearly all things sexual. But my mother and stepfather were poles apart from each other and us. I felt sorry for the guy,so I covertly offered him some sexual relief.

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 One day,me and the wife were discussing my parents doubtful relationship. Clearly a marriage of convenience utilizing mutual funds and housing. I knew my wife found a commonality factor with my stepfather,possibly she felt sorry for his situation. I never pressed her on this point you see,but I'd recognized,her being a flirty prick teaser and

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he being sexually deprived,it seemed reasonable for me to give her a push in the right direction.

 The afore mentioned conversation was going along the lines of whether they ever had sex. Clarifying this point,I said to my wife Linda, 'Probably at an earlier time,but I reckon the last time he probably had it was twenty five years or so ago' Her casual reply was, 'Fuck! that's before I was born,his dick must be throbbing like hell' I lead on, 'Yeah it does every time he gets a look at your thighs and ass,haven't you noticed'? A smirk came across her face,clearly she was relishing the thought that she tormented his cock without even realizing it.

 I open the play with, 'He's into photography and does his own developing,you could always give him some views to snap that wouldn't get past the censor' she responds, 'Don't be daft,how could I do that without your mother spotting what we were up to'? 'Out the house' - they lived in the country in a secluded cottage, - 'When you romp with the kids on the lawn,you could move your legs I'm sure in an in-obvious way to give him some flashes up there' She was quiet for a bit,then, 'You mean without knickers,that would be to dangerous' 'I didn't say that,but now you come to mention it,you could try it with knickers,then if it goes okay,you could gradually get to no knickers'

 'Fuck,you're so dirty,how would I try to do the flashing then'? 'Just wrestle with them - the kids, - like you usually do here,I love watching the flashing you innocently give me,especially when they get pressed into your crack,but you always damn well adjust them and pull it back out' She grinned widely to that. 'How could he possibly get where he could take pictures of my pussy without getting seen? It just can't be realistic' 'Course he can,he has a super camera,fast,and on a tripod behind that small outhouse window that opens,I bet if you sneaked in there,you'd find him wanking himself stupid already,because I've noticed he tries to look at you from there,especially when you bend forward with those short dresses on,you wear'

 The trouble he has is,you don't point in the right direction for him or you're too far away,I can tell you where you need to get for his best advantage' 'You've been planning this! You've got it all worked out you dirty sod' 'Not really,I lied,its just that I noticed you show a soft spot for him and he has a hard spot for so to speak' I got a threatened slap for that. 'I do not! But I don't want to be cruel to him,like your mother is' 'I only said flash him,not fuck him! Not yet anyway' I risked this statement,and paid the price.She grabbed my balls and squeezed,fortunately not to hard,but enough to make me aware of what could happen if I overstepped the mark.

 Not to be out done though,I skitted. 'If you damage those,you will have to go in search of another pair ready to fire juice up your pussy' 'STOP NOW,I know where this is leading,NO! NO-NO-NO' 'I haven't said anything' 'Yeah,but I know how that mind of yours works' It was left at that and we continued talking about something not related.

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 Come our next visit,I mentioned nothing and decided to see how it played out,or if in fact it played at all. After about twenty minutes,the novelty of the grandchildren visiting their gran played out in preference to some crap soap on TV. 'You can all stay and play on the lawn while I see my program' and she was gone for the duration. I plonked myself in a deck chair by the wall that gave me a good view of my wife's attributes if shown, - Well I deserved my share of any goodies put on show as the instigating organizer don't you think?

 I was not able to see in the window we talked about,but also could not be observed from the window either,but I could hear if any activity was going on inside. Before seating myself down,while close to this window I over loudly said to Linda,I'll pop down and see if my mate of old is about,wont be long. This was a total ruse of course,just to ease any pressure from my being in close proximity. The romping got underway and true to form our son got a bit carried away quite quickly and in his excitement hitched my wifes top a bit high thus showing the underside of her tits, - No bra,so she was playing the sex card I concluded, - Just after I heard a scraping sound that could be a tripod being moved. I smirked at the thought of his hardon over my wife's tits.

 I hadn't thought of this till this time,but my stepfather was into all new things regarding sound and visual. It was only that I heard no shutter sounds,but a slight humming noise is best as I can describe it. Attracted back to the view,I cast it from my mind,but thinking later,I realized it was there all the time my wife done her bit. After a while,my wife jumped up saying, 'Wait,all this mucking about has made mum need a wee' and promptly headed for the loo. In no time she returned and the fun carried on. Our boisterous son had just slid down my wife's raised knees like on a slide,which inadvertently dragged her dress down towards her thighs. There it was in all its splendour! One naked pussy,well naked except for her pussy fur and supported by two half moon bum cheeks. She was endeavouring to get her shirt back over her knees and succeeded,but not before I heard a gasped grunt and 'Fucking hell' come from the open window. I smiled with satisfaction.

 They were playing creepy mouse by now and young son was set on creeping his hand up his mothers skirt. She was desperately trying to stop his hand touching her now naked pussy and only just managed to grab him an inch or two from contact. Phew! that was close,I could just imagining him saying, "Gran,mum has no knickers on,she must have wee'd them just now" Linda made a point of keeping all creepy mice much nearer the belly and armpit ticklish areas after this near miss. But at least another ten minutes of display was had by the male species,with up thigh flashes of the highest quality. We loved it.

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 This happening was not able to be mentioned till after the kids bedtime. It turned out that when my wife had got to the loo, - a typical cottage,no lock just a latch door, - she had a pee,then just as she'd dapped any drips and being about to discard her knickers,the door opened and there stood my stepfather. Instantly dropping her skirt,she got a sorry,sorry,I didn't know anyone was in here. Lying toad,I said,he heard you like I did say you were going there. 'I thought that,but more to the point, - she giggled, - he had the worlds hardest hardon sticking out his trousers' 'What actually sticking out in "as you seen it"? 'Yeah,he had it in his hand,I reckon he was going to have a wank' I said, 'No,that can't be,he knew you were going there,the dirty old sod! He done it to show you what he has if you're ever hungry for cock'

 'No,never,I reckon you're only saying that because of what you hinted the other day' 'Hang on,It wasn't me that had it in your face out there' passing on,she said, 'He definitely seen my cunt close up before I had time to hide it' Then it clicked,I realised what the whirring was. I told Linda,I've got it,he has got himself a new video camera,he's got your naked pussy on tape,I'll bet he'll wank himself senseless tonight. She smirked and blushed all at the same time, 'It'll be in colour as well' 'He won't stop there,now he'll want more from you with that machine,you see! It'll be interesting to see how he'll tackle you to give him more action.

 My wife didn't reply to this observation,but then again she didn't exclude the prospects.

 bye now.

  

Peep Show

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Peep Show

It was another sleepless for Reece; he had gone to bed at and was still wide awake after 2 hours. He had just moved in a few days ago, and not quite settled in. He decided after the divorce, to just get a small efficiency apartment and save money for a house. Besides, all he got out of 5 years of marriage were his clot

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hes, his old leather recliner, some odds and ends and the new wide screen TV, that was hardly enough to fill a house up; he did not even have a full bed; a new mattress and box spring set graced the middle of his apartment.

Reece got out of bed, and went over to the kitchen counter and poured a generous glass of brandy; lately that seemed to lull him to sleep at night. As he stood there gulping the brandy, he thought to himself that maybe he ought to put some warmth into the place, a picture or two, a sofa, and maybe even a plant. He strolled over to his open window and gazed outside as the cool night air bathed his face. He began to look at the building next to his, and started to stare into a wide open window directly across from his, with very soft light, but bright enough to see into. The building was not that far from his apartment maybe twenty feet or so.

Reece finished the last of the brandy and hoped it would do the trick. As he began to move away from the window When a woman and two men came into full view of the window. Reece recognized the dark haired beauty from the parking lot. The first time he had laid eyes on her, he thought she was a knockout. The two men were strangers to him; he also noticed their attire, both men were wearing untied short black silk robes and nothing else; the woman was wearing a short black lace lingerie set consisting of a skimpy black lace panty and a short black lace tunic tied together with a single ribbon. Reece picked the glass up and got another quick refill. He then went to his closet and pull out his telescope; another one of the few items rescued from his wreck of a marriage.

He quickly set up the telescope away from the window so he could get a better view of the threesome and remain unseen by them. When he resumed his viewing, she was sitting on the coffee table and alternately sucking each of their cocks and fondling their balls with her long red manicured fingernails. Both men were now fully erect. “What a fast worker” Reece said to himself with a laugh. The dark haired man slowly pulled the woman to her feet and with one swift motion, freed her breasts from their black lace prison.   Reece stared intently at her fully rounded firm breasts and large dark erect nipples; each man began to suck and caress her tits. With the windows open, Reece could hear her start to moan with pleasure as they sucked and bit her tits.

Then the guy with the long curly blond hair moved behind her still caressing her tit with one hand, and with the other, slipped it down the back of her lace panties. The dark haired man quickly followed suit, slipping a free had down the front her panties; Reece could tell by the motion of his hand he was rubbing he clit. She spread her legs wide to give him better access. Reece determined the blond guy was finger fucking her ass by the motions he could see. She began to moan louder as the motions increased. Reece could tell she was close to a climax. Then the blond put his hand over her mouth and withdrew the other out of her panties and began pull at them, Reece could hear the flimsy material give way with one pull. The dark haired men removed his hand from her crotch giving Reece full view of her shaved pussy and erect pink clit peering out from her shaved lips.

The dark haired man then dropped to his knees and began to pleasure her with his long tongue. Reece zeroed in with his telescope closed enough to see him lick and bite her hard pink clit. The blond began to stroke his thick short cock with some lubricant he had picked up from the table and the started to enter her from behind. She began to moan again as he pumped his prick into her ass with short fast strokes. The dark haired guy stood up and began to push his long thin dick into her wet pussy; she quickly climaxed as the two guys fucked her at once. While this was going on Reece had one hand on the telescope and the other on his 7” hard fuck stick. As she moaned to a climax Reece stroked his thick shaft faster and faster until he climaxed soon after she did; blowing his load all over the tripod that held his telescope. He leaned against the telescope for a few seconds out of breath; before finishing the glass of brandy and dragging himself off to bed for a good nights sleep.

PART II OF “PEEP SHOW’ SOON!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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