I approached the closed cubicle and slowly bent down and peeked. Lynnette was sitting on the toilet bowl. Her skirt was down and she wore pink panties with stripes. I stared hard and started rubbing my penis as she urinated. I thought I caught a glimpse of her vagina, not very hairy though.

My god, I was like over-excited. She got up and flushed the toilet bowl. I continued and waited. She reached for her bag and took out her home clothes and removed her blouse. She wore a white bra and she removed it to change to a sports bra. Oh my, her breasts were beautiful. Her nipples were rounded and pointy and I was just rubbing my penis furiously.

 She got changed and I quickly left the toilet and headed back. Lynnette never knew I spied on her and it is kept a secret.

It all happened when dad had gone on a business trip to Dubai for a couple of months and asked his younger brother to stay with us. It was my summer vacation so I used to just watch TV to pass my time. I noticed mom was pretty happy after the dad’s departure and enjoyed a lot in my Chacha’s (Uncle) company. Exactly 2 weeks later I heard that my Chacha’s friend Shakil was going to visit us. She really got overjoyed as she heard that news. I always knew that my uncle was very frank with mom and both he and his friend were always interested in her. I had noticed them on my 12th birthday party when mom had invited them. They were always eyeing mom but had no chance to get near her as dad was around. I knew he was coming for mom but I did not want to interfere too much in mom’s business.

Finally the day came when he arrived. Mom greeted him very warmly. I showed him his room as I put his luggage in the room. By mistake I dropped one of his handbags and the items in the bag popped out. I quickly gathered them to place them back and was shocked to find a pack of condoms. Immediately my doubts about their intentions got clear. After that mom showed them our newly constructed house in Islamabad so that they could easily roam around. I started to stay at home most of the time to keep an eye on there activities. I noticed they were getting frustrated for not getting mom just in one day. It was obvious that they did not want me to know that they wanted to fuck her. One day they asked my Mom that Shakil’s friend owned a summerhouse at Nathiagali (A beautiful hilly resort), just at a few hours drive from our home. Why shouldn’t we go for a few days to Nathiagali?

Every body agreed including me as I had started to feel erotic about my Mom but we had to make plans for the next evening as mom had some work in the morning. Mom completed her tasks and informed my father at Dubai about our trip, who allowed us to go on one condition if his brother goes with us. So after collecting the warm clothes we set for Nathiagali at six pm.

It was started to get dark but the mountains were looking very romantic to me. It took two and a half hours to reach at Nathiagali. During the travel Shakil who was quite an educated and friendly person started to be friendlier with me. He was telling us the jokes all the way and my mom really participated with him. I then realised, how my Mom was excited about them and too much happy.

I decided to let them give a chance to enjoy. I even started to enjoy their company too and leaving my arrogant behavior behind and joined them. When we reached at Nathiagali I observed the house was newly constructed and was quite isolated. It was constructed up on the hill and the only approach to the house was a staircase had 25-30 steps. It was right in the middle of a very bushy area with lots of trees. Mom was looking quite sexy in her fitted see through, blue Shalwar and Qameez, showing her large breasts prominently.

It was raining very heavily and getting too much cold when we reached there. We climbed up the stairs very speedily to get into the Veranda but due to the heavy rain we almost got drench. My Mom’s dress seemed to be disappeared and clenching with her skin. Her brassier and her belly button could easily been seen through. She was giving a complete wet and erotic look in that posture.

They both feasted their eyes and my mom pleasurably displayed and allowed them to enjoy. Soon she realized my presence and put her arms around her large breasts pretended to shiver in cold. Shakil immediately unlocked the door to get us in. The house had two bedrooms, a lounge and a kitchen.

We put our handbags in the bedroom and selected one for mom and me and one for Asim Chachu and Shakil. After drying us out, we arranged an umbrella and approached the car as we all were feeling hungry so went for the dinner to the bazaar after settling down. It was a quick dinner because it seemed that they wanted to be home for their action as soon as possible.

We sat around the wood fire to keep us warm in the living room as it was getting colder. Asim Chachu (Uncle) put on the stereo he had brought along. The atmosphere was very friendly. Then Shakil went to his room and brought a bottle of Wine. He said showing the bottle, “If u guys don’t mind can I enjoy this?” Everybody showed no objection and allowed him to enjoy. He started to drink and then he invited mom for a dance. Mom looked at me once hesitantly and getting a gentle smile from me she moved on to Shakil’s arms for a dance.

I watched Shakil moving his hand on mom back and occasionally touching her butt. I saw Mom loved it but was aware of my presence. Suddenly Chachu poured a glass of whisky for himself and said, “let’s enjoy”. I saw from the corner of eye as Chachu went to the side table, prepared a couple of soft drinks mixing a little whisky for mom and me without knowing us. I knew his intention was to put me to sleep and enjoy with mom. I pretended to drink and emptied the glass behind me in the pot. After half an hour watching my mom enjoying dancing in both of their arms, I acted to look drunk and sleepy. Soon it was 11:00 and I begged leave to sleep.

Chachu helped me to my bedroom as he thought that I was drunk. He dropped me on the bed and after confirming that I was asleep he switched off the light and went into the living. I got up very instant and opened the door a little to see them enjoying with my hot mom.

I saw Shakil was now rubbing his body with my mom very freely and she was enjoying too. My Chachu also joined them and coming on Mom’s backside he started to press his body too. Then he put his arms around my Mom and started to squeeze her breasts. She threw her head on Chachu’s shoulder and put her arms around his neck. Mom gave a naughty smile and then turned her face towards my room.

Shakil had already begun to kiss mom. Mom was also participating freely by that time. Chachu pulled her Qameez off leaving her in her blue sleeveless thin and short slip and Shalwar. Shakil continued to kiss mom all over her body, while Chachu removed the slip and her Shalwar instantly.

My cock had become very hard as I watched from the crack of the door. Mom was left in her black lacy bra and panties. She took off Shakil’s and Chachu’s shirt and trousers. Mom was looking very sexy just in her lingerie. Her breasts were growing inside her bra. Both the men removed their underwear and revealed their cocks. They were really hard and enormous, standing like a pole. Then they removed mom’s bra and panties. It seemed mom had freshly shaved her pussy and kept it ready for them. Chachu carried mom to the wooden table right in the middle of the room. Mom said erotically, “I was waiting for you both for so long”.

Shakil kept on kissing mom more deeply. Chachu sucked her right breasts and played with the other one. Mom’s nipples were looking really amazing erect and firm. Chachu was squeezing her breasts as if he was squeezing a water balloon. Then Shakil started sharing sucking my Mom’s gigantic breasts also. Both of them were planting some deep kisses all over mom’s white milky breasts. Occasionally they would finger fuck her. Mom was giving out light moans “aaah ooooaahhhhhh”.

Mom took both their cocks in her hands and started pushing its skin up and down. My Mom was completely naked then, with her legs spread wide. Shakil quickly knelt between her legs and started to run his tongue over the folds of her bare pussy while Chachu near the table and fed his throbbing erection into Mom's open mouth. To my surprise Mom took in the entire cock.

It was a really hot sight watching mom’s breasts jiggle around. I noticed Mom felt a tingle as Shakil's tongue came into contact with her clit and involuntarily spread her thigh's wider apart, giving her lover better access to her vagina. She moaned deeply around the cock in her mouth and felt it twitch with the sudden vibration. She had, at first, wanted this to be over quickly, but now felt again that strong urge to please the men she was servicing.

Shakil’s tongue on her pussy was wonderful, and she knew she was creeping closer and closer towards orgasm. As she felt herself tipping over the edge of climax, she swallowed Chachu’s cock down to the root and groaned with satisfaction. She felt wave after wave of pleasure waft over her body as her toes curled and her legs trembled and was rewarded with a gush of excitement from Chachu’s cock as he orgasmed into her mouth.

I saw the whole thing from the crack of darkened room. My emotions were in turmoil. I knew that I should be shocked; should be angry and jealous, but all I felt at present was a growing excitement at watching these two studs fuck my Mom’s mouth and lick her smooth pussy. As I watched Chachu withdraw from her mouth with cum dripping from Mom’s lips, I became suddenly aware of my own throbbing erection, and without thinking pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear and started masturbating. I could see Shakil’s cock twitching between his legs and wondered what would happen next. "Shit, Asim," said Shakil as he rose from between my Mom’s open legs. "Look, man, your cum’s running down her chin!"

"Yeah, don't she look cute like that!" replied Chachu with a grin. "Come on then Shakil," said Mom, "I suppose you want me to suck you off as well?" "No way, baby! I want some of this here!" replied Shakil as he pushed three fingers into Mom’s soaked and open pussy. Mom gasped at the intrusion to her body. She couldn't help herself, and as Shakil’s fingers rubbed over her swollen clit, her body shook as another orgasm swept over her. "Jeez, Shakil. She's so wet now.

Go on, do her now! Fuck that tight little pussy of hers we always wanted!" Shakil was already standing between Mom’s legs. With his hands under her firm buttocks he pulled her roughly towards him, lined up his cock with her open hole and pushed himself fully inside. My Mom gasped again as she felt him slide into her wet channel up to the hilt. Her eyes were tight shut as Shakil began to fuck her with long frantic strokes. Asim Chachu started to squeeze her huge tits, as her pussy took a vicious pounding. “Aaaaaahhhhhaaaa aaaaaa ahhaahahahahaahah”.

Mom left sucking her brother-in-laws dick and was saying“ Oh yes. . . . Take me, Hhhaaaaannnn aur dalo .. . . aur zor se (Yes, Fuck me harder…Harder). I love u fucking me. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppperrrrr.” Chachu waited patiently as Shakil fucked my mom. After the fifteen minutes of hot and furious fucking, Shakil ejaculated his load in my mom. He was so exhausted that he fell to the side. During this whole session mom had her eyes closed. Now It was my Chachu’s turn to fuck mom he gave her a minute or two to recover, and then said, "I'm going to fuck you now, you my horny bitch bhabi(Sister-n-law), is that what you always wanted?"

Mom moaned and said, "Oh yeah please!" He ordered Mom to get on her hands and knees. He liked it doggy style, and so did she. They were right in front of Shakil, whose cock was rock hard again and eyes were wide open. I could see everything through the crack, and it turned me on even more to watch my sexy Mom getting fucked by her handsome brother in law. He started to enter her, and his cock was so thick and long, he had to go in very slowly. It was so tight! I noticed. He kept at it though, and soon was deep inside her. It felt amazing!

He slowly started fucking her, and each push felt like she would be split in two. The sight of that big cock going in and out of Mom’s tight brown pink pussy was amazing. Shakil was moaning again. Chachu started talking really dirty to her, something she loved. "I always knew you are one hot bitch, oh bhabi your cunt is so tight. Do you like that big cock, you slut? Ohh, take it, baby, fuck it." She started talking back "Oh fuck me Asim, that feels so good Oh God!"

Soon they both had explosive orgasm together, she came so hard around his huge cock, and I thought she was going to pass out. His cock just exploded inside my mother’s tight cunt, and afterwards he held onto her tight, and they both were just feeling the intense pleasure. As I saw them exploding I couldn’t control myself and also exploded a huge amount of cum, sperm after sperm and sprayed on the back of the door. Then he rolled over and she hugged him, while Shakil watched.

After they recovered for a few minutes, My Mother smiled at Shakil, took his cock in her moth and in her long nailed hand and started to pump it up and down. She told him he could jerk off on her. As she started to blow him off and bent forward, her pussy got exposed for my view. I saw the heavy cum was oozing out of her slit and dripping her healthy thighs. He came in a couple of minutes; he was so hot and frustrated from watching my hot mom getting fucked doggy style by his stud friend. He came all over my mom’s tits and body, and then she asked him to get a washcloth and clean up his mess. He did, and then helped her to the bedroom.

As I saw them approaching the room I immediately rushed to the bed and pretended to be fast asleep. Shakil hugged my mom and left the room. I was so indulge in watching and couldn’t even think about cleaning the mess I had created. As he closed the door I heard my Mother’s voice,” Sunny I know you are not sleeping. You have watched everything. I have seen u peeping through the door.” I opened my eyes and saw my mom looking at me smilingly. I asked, “Sorry Mom, I shouldn’t interfere in your business but couldn’t stop my-self watching u three enjoying. Please don’t get angry.” She then came to my bed kissed me and said,”Oh no son, I hope you’ll keep this secret of mine. I couldn’t control myself so I hope you will be my best friend too?”

I looked at her and said, “OK Mom, If you be my best friend then I’ll be with u.” She then immediately turned her face towards the door and said as she winked her eye, “I can see that my young friend has enjoyed a lot. And I think we’ll enjoy a lot in the next coming days of our stay here?” After that discussion she went to her bed and went to sleep in no time. I watched her relaxed, calmed and greatly satisfied face for a long time then also went to sleep. From that day on I used to be with her as her buddy in every fuck party to get a satisfactory masturbatory session. Because of me, my dad never got suspicious of her illicit and hot activities.

 

Back in those days of our early marriage, when we didn’t have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves, discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.

 

Back in those days, Jenni’s figure was 34” 22” 36”. Her hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity, as she laughingly puts it. She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but the other two have survived to be parents themselves. Jenni’s hips were a feature of her figure and, given the overall package, in no way detrimental to the vision she was then, but they might be considered out of proportion, Jenni is only five feet tall. Although her hips are a feature, it is her smile that I find so devastating; being self conscious, she rarely laughs out loud, but her smile can carry so many meanings, but there is one special smile that melts my heart. It carries a promise of delights, of knowing exactly what it is that I want, knowing that she can provide exactly that.

 

It took me some time, years perhaps, to learn how, but I have and still do, love that woman more than words could ever justify. In those days, we were just getting to know one another and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.

 

We didn’t have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.

 

This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and remember the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head off because she couldn’t work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.

 

We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly in our direction while we crossed their field. We made love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over before it began. I suffered badly with premature ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni admitted years later that she often wondered if that was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so scared as a girl.

 

We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a musty carriage that smelled of British Rail’s very own brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that were connected with a side corridor and had separate booths along the length with blinds on the window. It is a shame that modernisation has caught up with us, those carriages had real potential, the new open plan things are no fun at all.

 

I remember the conversation. I don’t have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger of the opposite sex before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was half of my weekly wage in those days.

 

The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up by both of us.

 

I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to attract any girl to become even remotely interested in me. My failure was spectacular especially when two girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard. A man’s ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and gave up on the venture.

 

Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy’s phone number, but was entertaining another guy in the carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.

 

I really don’t remember him too much. Probably, he was covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.

 

They were deep in conversation, facing each other on opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then what I know of body language, I would have recognised her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his willingness to get to know her rather more closely.

 

I slid the door open and in the split second it takes to assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.

 

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight coming through the brown stained windows.

 

Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop. Here it stupidity in all its glory.

 

The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn’t a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.

 

So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a big as saucers as he took her face and body in.

 

I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.

 

She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me.

 

They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his face. I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly dropped onto her knee and stayed there.

 

The train lurched into motion with much creaking and the sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

 

I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.

 

They were still talking, although I couldn’t hear what was being said, but her smile and the way she studied his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have done similar things to his nervous system as it was doing to mine.

 

Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him along the seat. He was between her parted knees, massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay against her, blocking my view a little with his jacketed torso.

 

They continued the embrace, kissing with a passion that was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had managed to grasp her breast under the fabric. It was perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was doing.

 

Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She said something to him and started to come towards the sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he wouldn’t see me as he followed her progress with hunger in his eyes.

 

Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

 

She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back into the carriage.

 

I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we didn’t know the guy.

 

Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to take him home and fuck him properly with me watching. God only knows where she got that idea from, but it took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in her ear, God, yes.

 

She had told him she was going to the toilet and should get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was having the day of her life and wanted this more than anything.

 

With that, she slid the door open and returned to the carriage and his waiting and eager arms.

 

I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued and their love making or at least, the overtures to it began again.

 

He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on the whiteness of the lacy fabric.

 

Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his ministrations were having as she arched her back and gasped.

 

I was aware of another person beside me and looked as my viewing had been joined by another guy. He acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to get a better view. I guess my position at the window didn’t help and in a comical way crawled across to the other side so his view would be uninterrupted.

 

My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in careless profusion of curls.

 

Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge weapon.

 

Slowly, Jenni’s hand encircled his rigid member and her lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and blessed her for the effort she was putting in.

 

 She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the distance between his twitching cock and her mouth closed. It was like watching a docking of space capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth. I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four that was wrapped in her fist.

 

Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace. She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end. He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his balance. Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her position in front of him, then smiled up at him while she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only this time, she took her hand off of his cock and grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she plunged her head forward and took his whole length into her throat.

 

The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and returned to the unfolding act.

 

He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it didn’t look anything like this and I wished I could measure up to his length.

 

He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had every intention of taking him all the way and savouring his come.

 

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth. Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show him his seed as it played across her tongue. He said something I couldn’t make out, but his reaction as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it didn’t need a lip reader to see him say “Oh fuck me.”

 

The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that indeed, I truly was a lucky man.

 

Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the platform.

 

She was going to take him home and I needed to get there first.

 

Fortunately for me, a bus was just leaving the bus stop; I ran full tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a head start and allow me to prepare.

 

The lesson

 

Part two (The bedroom)

 

I managed the trip to our house with no events. Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the house, desperately thinking of where I should be when they came in. I was still trying to work something out when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted up the stairs.

 

I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his. Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her top over her head and off of her raised arms. His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They too dropped to join the detritus of shed layers. He was about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he followed closely behind.

 

Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the door open enough to be able to see their progress along the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically, almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.

 

We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving him with only a pair of pants on.

 

They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on his side with her head supported on his arm. He was tracing the veins that always showed under the alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down his back, pulling him against her lithe body.

 

He raised and cupped his head while his free hand travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.

 

He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.

 

He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn’t, instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His hands were either supporting his head, or lying impassively along his length. I had to admit, her choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.

 

He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni’s erogenous zones and always bound to produce a result. She responded as I thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried now that he had her under his control.

 

He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers, parting her knees and planting his mouth against her silken mons.

 

She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of his technique and marvelled at the way he played her nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.

 

His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and gently pushing into her, looking for that magical “G” spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been to the threshold several times and each withdrawal raised the need and desperation until she cried out for release.

 

The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips combined to drive her almost delirious with want until he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond. In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away in a defensive action, but already too late. I had never got her to this point, but could hardly be surprised. I was watching a master at work and the results of his practiced art splashed against his face and soaked into the quilt.

 

Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spas med in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.

 

He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace, his hands took her breast and teased her nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.

 

As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones at her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head lamps of an onrushing car.

 

He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings of her nerves and raising her already heightened condition. He maintained the position and manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready, plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion that made her scream in pleasure and release from the waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with her own lower body strength, pulled him even further into her body.

 

He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent, but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes. His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her by raising her hips and rotating her them a little to accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and massaged in time to their thrusting.

 

She wouldn’t last too long I knew, not fully recovered from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a fantastic experience. I watched and learned his technique, how he played with her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he must be enjoying every second of this beautiful woman and her body.

 

Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching another shattering climax. He breathing rapid and her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from between her and his pubic meeting point. Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm into Jenni’s womb.

 

Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself upright and knelt at her face for Jenni to take him in her mouth and clean him of their combined juices.

 

He laid along side her as she twitched and jumped in small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she might jump off the bed from her energy being expended.

 

Dumfounded by the action and Jenni’s reaction to his ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the kettle.

 

I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back as he, comically, was trying to put on his Jeans and shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen, her knees unsteady, her face and lips flushed. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on the sofa.

 

She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded from her. We didn’t make love at that time, she was far too exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it was, my own performance was all the better for the master class. I had a much better understanding of how her body worked and so did Jenni. We had both learned from the experience and it was the start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another man.

 

That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes. Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how beautiful my wife is and both she and I will be going to our bed to remember the feelings of lust and love together.

The following week I was there again on the off chance she would be there again at 7:00 pm the lights came on again and there she was again checking the weather outside before taking off her clothes. Again I was in the tree jerking on my cock as I watched up until she turned out the lights. I was addicted in all weather I would be in that tree by 7:00 evry Friday, except for Christmas. Then spring came round and Mr M died, he wasn't that old not even 40, Dad said it was from the wounds he had received. Mum and Dad went to the funeral, I sat on the cemetary wall with a couple of mates and watched my eyes mainly on Mrs M she looked beautifull in black.

The following Friday I was back in my tree the leaves were starting to come through and I was having difficulty seeing into Mrs M's bedroom. When she came to the window I had to move farther out on the branches when she undid her bra this time she ran her fingers over her nipples, some how or other I fell out of the tree. I came too with Mrs M stroking my cheek asking me if I was okay, I was surprised that I hadn't broken anything I'd been bloody lucky. To be truthfull I felt bloody stupid it would be painfully obvious to Mrs M what I was doing in the tree seeing as how my cock was showing through the unfastened zip in my jeans.

'Come inside and lets see if you are okay' Mrs M said.

I nearly sat down again after I stood up, still more than a little dizzy. Mrs M helped me into her kitchen, she then put on the  kettle.

'Peter isn't it?' she asked, I nodded.

'Thought I recognised you, I'v seen you in the tree a few times did you enjoy the view'

I was dumbstruck, what the hell could I say, what was there to say I just nodded.

I then noticed that the coat she had been wearing outside was gone and she was in her lovely negligee and I could see straight through it. Well I might have been knocked stupid but my cock was its normal self and seeing as how I hadn't thought of putting it away, Mrs M couldn't fail to see the effect she had on me.

'Tea or coffee Peter' she asked.

'Tea thanks Mrs M', he with his cock sticking out replied.

'Norma, my names Norma, cant have a man who's seen me naked not using my name especially after I've seen his cock'. she laughed.

A lot of my embarresment dissapeared but of course my erection didn't, though not big my cock wwasn't that small. I still couldn't take my eyes off Norma's tits, but I tried manageing to take in her sparkling eye's and warm welcoming red lips. In fact her lips had an attraction as well I wondered what they would feel like on mine. I took a sip of tea to cover my staring or should I say gawping, God I felt such an idiot. I finally remembered my cock and tried to slip it back in my trousers but I was having trouble with a cup in my hand and it being so bloody rock hard.

'That's alright Peter, I'm flattered it's been a long time since I've seen a young man's hard cock close up, though I have seen yours before, did you enjoy looking at me' Norma smiled as she spoke.

'You saw me, before tonight' I was taken aback I thought I was well hidden.

'Probably from the first night in October, I thought it was nice that a young man wanted to look at an old married woman'

Old I doubt she was 38, I had heard Mum saying she had married young just before her hubby had gone overseas.

'I dont think you can be old you look about 25' I said galantly.

'For that you get a kiss', Norma leaned over and planted a long kiss on my lips. Trouble was she was slightly off balance and her hand brushed my cock, I nearly passed out with ecstacy.

Now another problem met me, Norma didn't mover her hand it stayed just touching my cock. I still had a half full cup of tea in my hand what do I do now I thought. After Norma's fingers touched my cock again in fact encircled my cock, I decided to put my cup down, smart huh.

From then on it was like a dream, Norma took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and undid my trousers before pulling them off, "thank God I have clean undies on",passed through my mind as Norma took them off as well. Then Norma undid her negligee and let it drop to the floor before slowly pulling down her panties and letting them fall on top. I was mesmerised, this couldn't be happening, I must still be unconcious under the tree, the thought passed through my mind. I closed my eyes shaking my head just to be sure I wasn't dreaming, but the movement of the mattress under me as Norma climbed onto the bed sure wasn't a dream.

Norma took hold of my hand and guided it to her right breast then her nipple, I felt it harden under my touch. She then guided my hand between her legs where I felt her moisture she made me touch different parts down there so I knew what I was expected to do. At school I was not the quickest but I learnt quickly here. She lay on her back and allowed me to run my mouth and fingers wherever I wanted, encouraging me to spend more time in different spots. Finally she started moaning and moving under my fingers, her voice encouraged me to do it harder and faster until she stiffened emiting a loud scream before suddenley relaxing with a big smile on her face.

'Oh I needed that so much' Norma said leaning over me and kissing me hard on the lips.

I was just getting over that when her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it her fingers brushed my balls, I just lay back eyes closed and enjoyed it, then her mouth was no longer on mine a warm moist feeling enveloped my cock. This really got my attention I had a sneaky suspicion that I was about to cum, I think I even said it out loud. If Norma heard she had no intention of stopping what she was doing, when she worked the tip of a finger into my arse it was too much I just let it go. I didn't know I could cum so much I thought it would never stop pumping.

'That tasted lovely I had forgotten how much I liked the taste' Norma said as she licked up the last drops off my stomach, 'my husband couldn't do anything after he was wounded'.

Talk of her husband made me feel uncomfortable, but Norma's continued stroking of my cock soon took it out of my mind. Minutes later I was hard again and ready for anything. This time Norma straddled me holding my cock vertical she inserted into her wet cunt and slowly lowered herself until I was my full length inside her.

'Now I just want you to lie still, no not lie totally still you can play with my tits, but I want you to try not to cum until I'm ready can you do that?'.

 I nodded my agreement to her request not reall trusting myself to speak, from then on Norma was in complete control. She raised herself up and down rocked side to side, used just her internal muscles all in all did whatever she wanted. And all I did was play with her tits and nipples stroked squeezed piched it all seemed to keep Norma happy and I held on. When I felt like shooting my load I thought of some thing else that stopped the sensation, time seemed to stand still finally Norma let me know she was ready.

'I'm cumming Oh God I'm cumming, now, now cum now'.Norma cried.

From then on a lot was unintelligeble, but I got the drift and let go of my control now her movements got really ragged but they had the desired effect and I once again shot a load of cum this time deep inside of Norma. Once again I got a long kiss but now I looked at the clock alongside the bed, Jesus it was 9:30 I was expected home soon. I leapt out of bed letting Norma know I had to dash, thanking her for tonight kissing her, stroking her wet cunt again, feeling her tits, 'oh shit gotta go'.

The last thing I did was promise to be back next Friday and say I wouldn't tell anybody what we did. I kept that promise for three years we got together every Friday night until she had to move away for work reasons. Thanks Norma.

Panicked I quickly turn away as if I hadn't seen a thing...But she has no reaction. By now my
 hart is in my throught...my dick is so hard it looks like
a baby's arm sticking right up in the air...if she sees this she says nothing...t
hen like that she and her troupe leave.
It's all I can do to keep from passing out as I come down from my high...
I'm trembling and horney as hell...Then I realize that I don't quite know what she looks like...
however I remember her shoes...

Later I'm finishing up and leaving when this super hot ebony model type walks right into me...I'm
Taller then her so as I look down to see her and excuse myself she's looking up..
.She then rubs her whole body against me hard
as she goes by me. Her tits are firm and soft all at the same time. As she goes by I
 turn to see her walk away..
I noticed her shoes..it was her...and she works there...u can bet I'll find some way to get back to
 that location...

I packed a light suitcase and tossed a few things in the car. After two hours of driving, I stopped at a grocery store. Kevin’s pantry would be stocked with some vintage wines and imported beer, but he wouldn’t have practical things on hand, like lunchmeat or milk. When I checked his fridge, sure enough, there was a jar of pickles and an old box of baking soda. That was it.

What Kevin needed was a nice, sensible girl. He was thirty. As he said, he was getting his financial house in order. He had an outstanding career as a legal analyst and a newly acquired home on the lake. He drove a Mustang and had a plasma screen TV. But I couldn’t help but wonder if there would one day be a backyard wedding or when the weight room would be replaced by a nursery. Kevin was definitely doing his own thing. Although he and I didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, I was proud of him.

I had to admit, his house was beautiful. It was a two-story with a big plate glass window off the kitchen upstairs and a sliding glass door off the dining room that led out onto a large wooden deck. The view of the lake was pristine. The last time I had been there, I noticed a family of wood ducks coming to maturity on the lake. I would enjoy watching them again, if they were still in the vicinity.

Kevin had potted plants of ivy hanging off the eaves of the house. I stood outside on the deck. Below the deck, Kevin had a small, tidy yard with a cement patio and a Weber grill. There was a thick hedge surrounding his backyard. It was a little slice of heaven.

The previous owner had scattered some perennial flowers in the flowerbeds under the spreading ferns. Now that it was Spring, the area was plush, green and gorgeous. Kevin had a hammock stretched between two sturdy trees. I wondered if he ever took the time to lay there and read. A wooden fence in the backyard opened to a paved path which followed the lake shore. In the cattails at the shallow edges of the lake, wild ducks dipped and bobbed for tadpoles and waterbugs. A breeze was blowing and the sun was going down.

From Kevin’s deck, I could see a half mile or so of the running track. I sat in the chair on the deck and admired a young lady who was running on the trail. She wore running shorts and a revealing t-shirt. She was a small, pretty girl with her hair pulled back in a band. I couldn’t help but watch her bounce along the track. After she passed, I reached for my bird binoculars and watched her fine, shapely ass. She was in excellent condition.

Kevin needed a fine young lady like that.

Kevin said he occasionally jogged around the lake (when he had the time). I wondered if he’d ever noticed this woman. Somehow I didn’t think so.

The next evening, I made a point of watching out the back window to see if the young lady would make another appearance. The track was relatively quiet. Then at sunset, there she was. Pretty, shapely, and apparently, a person of routine. I could make it a habit to sit and watch the birds at dusk. I focused my binoculars on the young runner. Today her t-shirt said "Nike." That name seemed to suit her.

I began to refer to the sexy runner as "Nike" and to imagine that she had a busy life working at a desk all day. Her crisp, white shirts showed off her tan. She wore short shorts that revealed muscular, lean legs as she loped around the lake. She ran at a steady pace and didn’t seem to need to stop to take a breather, although she occasionally took a drought of water from the water bottle hooked to her waist. Her evening running seemed her escape from the pressures of the rest of what I imagined to be a stressful day.

Then one day, Nike surprised me. As she was passing the back yard, she ducked down and checked to the right and left. Assuring herself that no one could see her, she ducked down and pushed the wooden gate open. She slipped into Kevin’s backyard. I stood in the kitchen, peering out the window, wondering why Nike had come into the yard. I hardly cared, but was she going to do something spiteful in the yard? After all, I was supposed to be looking after Kevin’s place.

While I watched, she pulled down her shorts, squatted, and peed.

How sweet! I stood and watched her, the stream of yellow disappearing into the thick grass. She crouched a minute, while I assumed she let the last few drops fall into the grass, then she stood, pulling up her shorts. She looked around a minute, noting the pretty little flower beds and the protection of the hedge, then she opened the gate, peeked out, then resumed her run on the trail.

I went out on the deck to watch her vanish around the corner under a fir tree. I grinned, thinking of her pretty white bottom, with distinctive tan lines. What an ass!

I wondered if it would happen again. The next few days, she just loped around the track and I made myself scarce. I wanted to make sure she thought the house was abandoned. Maybe she’d enter the yard again. I couldn’t help but fantasize about her enticing firm ass.

On the third day, she did another quick look-around, then ducked into the yard. I stood upstairs in the kitchen, my bird-watching binoculars focused on her. She came into the yard and sat, her knees pulled into her chest. Lost in thought. Staring at the small bed of flowers, enjoying the solitude.

After that, Nike made this a habit. Almost every evening she opened the back gate and came inside to admire Kevin’s yard. She grew bold. Sometimes she even plucked straggly weeds that dared sprout inside his flower beds. I think she was watching the place, deciding whether the house was empty, which is what I wanted her to think. I became mostly a recluse, living for these few moments each evening when Nike stole into the yard and enjoyed Kevin’s little haven of privacy.

Then one day, she came in the afternoon. She was getting bolder and bolder. She brought a paperback and took off her shirt. She made herself at home, resting in the hammock. Her breasts were rather small and they bulged to the sides as she lay topless on her back tanning in the sun. I couldn’t believe my luck. I imagined myself sucking on those pert, pink nipples. I grew raging hard.

It took another couple of days before she peeled off all of her clothes before laying in the sun. She had a small triangular patch of black hair framing her pussy. Sometimes she would part her legs slightly and I could imagine myself down between those supple thighs lapping my tongue against her pink slit. I stood in the kitchen, binoculars on her beautiful body, and I admit it, I dropped my pants to the floor and started pounding my meat. While she slathered suntan oil across her smooth skin, I spurted a jet of cum onto the kitchen linoleum.

I was thrilled. And I wanted to thank Nike for providing me with such stimulating food for thought. I hadn’t been with a woman in three years. Not since my wife died.

The next morning, I drove into town and purchased a single rose. Before her run that evening, I placed it on the grass inside the gate.

When she came into the yard that night, I didn’t know what she would do. On the one hand, I wanted to let her know I was there and I appreciated her youthfulness and beauty. On the other hand, I was worried that if she knew I was aware of her, she would never come into the yard again.

She came into the yard. The single rose was the only sign I’d let her see that anyone was in the house. She sat down on the hammock, and picked up the rose, breathing in its pure scent, and she lay down, holding it against her chest, her eyes closed.

I suppose she lay there thinking of some imaginary lover, some wonderful man who would leave her flowers in this immaculate, perfect yard. I suppose she imagined what kind of gentleman knew she was coming into the yard. I don’t know for sure. I do know that when she sat up and started taking her clothes off, even knowing that the rose might be specifically for her, I was so excited, I could scarcely breathe. I stood watching, goosebumps all over my arms.

She lay her clothes on the grass and placed the perfect pink rose on top of the pile. Then, as I watched in amazement, she situated herself on the hammock so that anyone inside the house would have a perfect view of her naked body. With my binoculars, I had a flawless view of that gorgeous pussy. She had accepted the flower, then I guess she decided to give me a little treat for not making her leave the yard. She picked up the single rose and started brushing her smooth pussy with the gentle, plush petals of the flower.

My dick sprang out against the confines of my jeans. I’m telling you, I lost no time in taking off my pants and stretching my seven inch cock out as far as it would go. I was totally absorbed watching her stroking her soft pussy with the rose petals, every movement magnified a hundred times. As she got more aroused, I marveled as she licked her fingers, stretched her legs almost behind her head, she was so limber and bent forward and started rubbing her clit. I stroked my dick, matching her pace. She knew I was watching, or at least that I might be watching. She must have wondered what kind of voyeur I was. Was I young and handsome? Was I older and married? Why did I not reveal myself to her?

I can’t tell you how much a turn-on it was for me to watch her tight muscles flex as she pleasured herself directly below me. I came in no time at all, my jizz jetting all over my clothes on the floor. I didn’t care. She petted her pussy, stretching and parting her pussy lips. She wet her fingers, then pushed glistening fingertips into her cunt. With her heels behind her head, she watched her fingers slowly disappear then reappear from her depths. I heard her call out as she started to climax and she covered her face as she came. I wished I was between those legs lapping up all those juices. My dick was throbbing. I still had semen leaking from the tip. I wished she was crouching on her knees licking me off. I imagined my jizz raining all over her face, Nike holding her tongue out, trying to catch it all.

After she left, I showered. I got hard again. I laid down in my bed, remembering the pink rosebud in her hand, the other pink rosebud of her anus, and all the folds and crevices on the expanse between and I jacked off again. My mind was full of pictures of what I’d seen and I couldn’t help but imagine what might happen again.

The next day, I lost no time in going to town. I stopped at the adult novelty store, and I got her several toys. One was a jelly purple dildo. The other was a pocket rocket. I purchased her a dozen of the pink roses. At the house, I pulled baby’s breath up around the packages, trying to incorporate them into the bouquet. It looked a little tacky, but I didn’t care. What the hell! She could use the backyard however she wanted.

When she saw the silly bouquet, she threw her head back and started laughing. She pulled the dildo out and her mouth hung open. Okay, so maybe I should have gotten her one a little smaller, but I couldn’t know what size would appeal to her. She took out the pocket rocket, fired it up. She pressed the vibrations against the palm of her hand, fiddled with the speed control, then opened her legs and pressed it humming against the crotch of her running shorts. She pushed the crotch to the side and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and she started playing the pulse of the vibrator against the stiff bud of her clit. After a few minutes, she turned off the toy. She took her clothes completely off, knelt on the bench, her ass bent towards the window where I was watching. She spit on the purple dildo and stroked it against her pretty lips. Then she teased her vagina open and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she slid the beast inside. She teased the entrance to her vagina, sinking the latex head inside, then taking it out and licking off her tart pussy taste, then inserting it again. She rocked the dildo in and out of that warm, opening, inviting me to watch by spreading her legs wide and bouncing down on the dildo until she took it up to the balls. With her other hand, she cupped the pocket rocket tight against her clit. I could imagine the vibrations speaking to the sexual goddess inside of her.

There’s something amazing about watching the transformation of Nike, my sweet, young runner into a sexual creature hungry to release that tension in her loins. The gentleness of the initial teasing gradually dissipated into thrusting strokes as she rode the fake dick and started to cry out with pleasure. She rolled on her back, her legs splayed and the purple toy thrusting in and out, the smaller vibrator pressed tightly against her clit. She was in such good shape and she became so uninhibited, doing everything she needed to do to reach a full orgasm right while I was watching. With her legs wide, she tore up that pussy. I watched her angle the dildo so that it would push hard against her g-spot and she dropped the pocket rocket. It fell spinning on the ground as she started to cum. She exchanged the mechanical purr of a machine with the flip, flip, flip of her thumb and forefinger rubbing abrasively against her clitoris. She arched her back and I could see the throes of passion ebbing and waning, her body tensed, then she called out "Oh, oh, oh Fuck!" and melted against the cushion of the chair.

My erection twitched and I spurted all over, my cum dribbling down like a melting candle.

Quite awhile afterwards, I noticed the red message light beckoning to me from the phone’s answering machine.

"Pops! I’ll be home tomorrow. Is there anyway you could meet me at the airport? My plane lands at 3pm."

Shit! I felt like I’d lost something precious. I tried not to feel depressed that my exclusive shows were coming to an abrupt end. I hardly slept that night, reveling in the luscious memories of those few weeks and my little Nike stealing into the yard. I smiled at the thought of how Kevin might jack off in the weeks ahead once he discovers her stealing into his yard. I wondered if he would step out on the deck and introduce himself. Nike and stuffy old Kevin...How sweet! Might be just what the doctor ordered.

 

There was another phone message on my machine at my home about a week later. "Pops! What the hell happened while I was gone? I guess there was this little bitch of a gal coming into my yard to have sex. Last night, she left her thong panties in the flowerbed out back! Like a freakin’ souvenier! I called the police but I guess this wasn’t a priority. I’m going to have to get a security system to keep these losers out of my yard! Call me."

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. I shook my head and buried my face in my hands.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.

It was only once each as we had to get going. But I'll never forget the sight of my wife lying there with garter belt and nylons (which were wrecked when they were done with her) and her legs spread wide taking a fucking like that. It was beautiful. The rest of the ride home she slept like well-fucked woman should.

P.S. I went off at least twice watching.Â

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