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Voyeurs [Wife Watching]
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always enjoyed and thought would help fill the wife-watching-story needs
on here. This is written as if it were a continuing thread on a bbs, but
I doubt that that is how it happened. It does involve several very sexy
wife-watching and slutty-wife scenarios. As always, I hope you enjoy it.
09/30/88 17:37 FROM: LADYHACK Bonnie M
I've been on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always enjoy reading
the stories in the "Adult" files section. I've also read "Penthouse" and
some other men's magazines on occasion. One thing I've seen in all of them
are stories or letters about how men just love to see their wives or
girlfriends having intercourse with another man (or even men!). I just
don't understand it! I don't understand how a man can enjoy watching a
woman he took for his wife or "significant other" screwing with another man
as he stands there and watches. The way I look at it, two of the three
people involved are having the MOST fun - and it isn't the husband!
What brought this topic up for me, was that over the weekend, my
husband, Doug, and I had a party and Doug's best friend wouldn't stop
flirting with me. He came without his wife, got sloshed by dessert and
chased me the rest of the night. One time, he had me up against the
kitchen sink, feeling my boobs and trying to suck my neck, and in walks my
Doug. Did he get mad? Hell, no - he got an erection! It was obvious.
Finally, he helped me peel his friend off me and we led him up to the guest
room to sleep it off.
After everybody left and we packed his friend off in a cab, I asked
Doug about what happened in the kitchen. He said he knew men liked looking
at me - at my face and body - and it definitely turned him on to see them
look. When he saw his buddy with his hands all over my chest and his face
buried in my neck, he said it gave him an erection that he could drive
nails with! While we were making love, I looked up at him and asked him if
he'd like to see me screw another guy and his answer was "NO!" and then,
"Ohhh...Yesss!" as he came and collapsed on top of me.
Over breakfast the next day, Doug tried to sluff it off as just a
fantasy and he really didn't mean it. I said I saw the look in his eyes,
the boner in his pants, and remembered what really made him come last
night, even if he didn't want to admit it. I told him that it didn't
matter what he thought, I wasn't about to boff another man, whether he was
watching or not!
That's where I stand. What I'm looking for, I guess, is some women's
responses to this type of situation. What do you wives and girlfriends
think about this kink in our guys?????
10/03/88 02:12 FROM: FREEANEZ free and easy
My advice for those women who's husbands and boyfriends always want
them to expose themselves to, or even fuck with, other guys is: don't do it
if you don't wish to -- BUT, there are advantages to letting them have
their way. Let me explain.
My husband, Steve, is apparently the typical "wife-watcher" husband.
He gets a real kick out of seeing me expose myself to other men. When we
go out, my typical outfit (at his request) is some kind of tight top with
no bra, and a short skirt. I never wear pantyhose, and it's a special
treat for Steve when I don't wear any panties. At first, this whole show
bothered me, because I was never comfortable with my own body. In my mind,
I've always been 10 pounds overweight, but when I saw how men responded to
my large boobs and ample bottom, the more the exhibitionism became a turn-
on for me, too.
The exhibitionism didn't stop with my clothing. Over the years, Steve
has arranged for the mailman and various delivery or repairmen catch me
naked, or near naked. Several summers ago, on vacation, Steve begged me to
strip naked and masturbate so the truck drivers could see me through the
open sunroof as they drove by.
During football season I lost a little bet about something with Steve,
and to pay off I had to be the hostess at his Sunday football "tailgate"
party. While the game was going on I had to keep Steve and five of his
friends supplied with beer and snacks while wearing my "cheerleader"
outfit, which consisted of a football mesh top, through which my boobs were
plainly visible and my nipples would sometimes poke through, a short flared
skirt, g-string panties and knee-high socks.
All this showing off for Steve never led to extramarital sex. It only
turned him on enough to make love to me, but this all changed two years ago
at a formal New Year's Eve party.
While I was busy dancing with various men (always Steve's request at a
party) -- all of whom were being very free with their hands since I was
wearing a black diaphanous gown with nothing on underneath -- Steve was
happily drinking himself into a stupor and passed out even before midnight.
A couple of his business acquaintances help me get him to the car, and then
"gallantly" offered to follow me home and help me get him inside. I was
pretty sure that their motives weren't all that altruistic, but on that
night, it was more than okay with me. After years of being a cockteaser, I
was ready to find out the consequences.
Dan and Dave had no sooner dumped Steve on the couch in the living
room, than they had me sprawled across the coffeetable with my gown pushed
up to my waist and pulled down off my shoulders. While Dan kissed me
passionately and played with my aching breasts, Dave dove between my legs
and buried his face in my pussy. As his tongue teased my outer lips and
flicked across my clit, I realized I had been shortchanged for many years,
by just teasing. Within just a few short minutes, I had a gut-wrenching
orgasm, better than any I had ever had with my husband.
The three of us went into the bedroom, and for the next two hours,
they made love to me while Steve lay unconscious and snoring. They would
take turns, and one would fuck me from behind, while I gave the other head.
When the cock in my cunt came, they would switch positions and another hard
cock would fill my pussy while my mouth went to work on the soft one.
After they both came in me twice, Dave went down on me, again, and ate
their cum out of my pussy until I had another explosive orgasm.
That night completely changed my life. In the past two years, I've
made love to more men than I care to count, without Steve's knowledge. My
secret list includes the mailman, several repairmen, and several anonymous
men in group-sex situations. I have also made love with four women at
large swing parties, and while I enjoyed the sex (especially the way a
woman eats me out), I don't seek female partners the way I do men. I guess
I just enjoy the power I seem to have over cocks.
Also on the list is Steve's boss, who loves to suck my pussy when it
is filled with cum, many of Steve's co-workers, and many of his friends,
especially his "football cronies."
Now, whenever Steve is out of town over the weekend (arranged by his
boss!), his five friends all show up at the house and we have a real
"sports orgy." The cheerleader takes on the team in every way imaginable.
The fun usually starts with me giving each of them head, one right after
the other. The guys all time the others, and the one who comes in the
shortest time is responsible for keeping the rest of us supplied with
refreshments until the other four guys are totally sated. Only then can
the loser enjoy more of me. If I'm no longer horny, he is out of luck for
the day, so you can imagine how much they hate to lose, since more often
than not, I say I've had enough just to tease him and drive him crazy after
watching all that sex all day.
The hottest time I have ever had was one Sunday, just as I opened the
door for them, Steve called on the phone. I signaled for them to be quiet,
but when they realized who I was talking to, they all stripped and
positioned my butt over a large ottoman. Then, all five of them took turns
fucking me while I tried to continue my conversation with my husband.
Talking to Steve while being fucked by five of his friends turned me on so
much, that after I finally hung up, I told them I wanted as many of them in
me as possible. In a matter of seconds, I was on the floor, with a cock
buried in my cunt, one in my mouth, one between my tits and my hands
wrapped around the other two. I had never done this before!
Since taking control of my sex life, I feel much better about myself.
I do what I want to do for me, and not because my husband wants me to. I'm
with you, "Bonnie M," I, too would like to hear more from women who have
turned (or wish to turn) the tables on their voyeuristic husbands or
lovers.
10/11/88 10:48 FROM: ROBYN from Jenkintown
I'd like to add another female's viewpoint to this interesting
message.
I am petit, but I also have large breasts for my frame, which have
always attracted guys. Shortly after we were married, my husband got on
the exhibitionism kick by buying me sexy outfits that showed off my breasts
to the hilt. More to please him, than any particular need I felt, I
consented to wear these clothes around the house.
Soon, he was snapping Polaroid shots of me in halter dresses and tops,
short-shorts, miniskirts, and bikinis. Gradually, he induced me to pose in
filmy negligees. After that, being topless or completely naked was a short
step. Finally, he had a camcorder and I was nude, caressing my breasts,
using a vibrator and masturbating. It was such a tremendous turn-on for
him and seemed like a totally harmless game for a married couple. And, as
I got more used to this, I began to enjoy it as a prelude to sex. Until,
that is, I found out he was sharing these pictures and videos with male
business associates who gathered at our house once a week to talk shop.
One night, returning home from shopping, I found my pictures spread on
the card table and my video on the TV, for his friends' enjoyment! I
furiously bent down to gather up the pictures, in my rage forgetting that I
was dressed in one of hubby's favorite sundresses that allowed ample view
of my cleavage. Setting down his drink, my husband laughingly pulled me on
to his lap and felt up my nipples before the bulging eyes of his friends
and raved about how oversexed I was. Reduced to tears, I struggled to free
myself, only to see how this amused everyone. My husband tugged down the
front zipper on my dress and my naked tits spilled free. With a final
shove, I pushed free of my husband and flew out of the room to their
applause.
Afterwards, when I had calmed down, hubby explained how proud he was
of my beauty and figure. He said my pictures and videos evoked envy, not
disgust from his friends. His glib tongue soon convinced me not to be
ashamed of my body. He had already led me so far down this road, I was too
naive or dumb to stop him there. After all, he was the man I loved and
married, how could he be thinking anything but the best for me?
So, instead of being shy, subsequent evenings found me serving drinks
to the group while I wiggled around the room, enjoying the effect my body
had on them. My husband made it clear that I was only to tease and never
sleep with the guys, and I enjoyed teasing them so much, I never thought
about sleeping with any of them.
One evening, months later in the summer, I was running around in a
bikini when my husband suggested I go topless. I agreed and threw off my
top while the guys gasped and then cheered. I admit, that like "FREE AND
EASY" in the last message, this was beginning to be a REAL turn-on for me.
Seeing me flushed and breathing rapidly, my husband then suggested that the
guys take turns feeling my "firm body." He said anything under the bikini
bottom was "off limits." Just the touch of their fingers had me moaning,
and just a few more feels of my breasts had me shuddering as I tried to
hide my orgasm.
As my husband made love to me later that night, I began to fantasize I
was making it with all of these men. I knew I was ready to experiment.
One night, soon after the topless show, I snuck off upstairs with one
of the men and he fucked me standing up against a wall at the top of the
steps. It was FANTASTIC! I was soon making plans to meet the others and
we sneak sex wherever convenient, usually at a local motel.
The group stimulation only seemed to make me want more and more, so I
agreed to dance for a group of men at a stag party. I dressed for the part
and went into a torrid strip before 20 guys. Afterwards, dancing nude with
some of them (they were dressed), I made arrangements involving four of
them later that night.
I've been on business trips with my husband and his favorite game is
for me to dress up and act like a hooker and have him pick me up after I've
been ogled and hit on in the bar for an hour or so. Afterwards, he tells
me to stay in the room while he concludes business, but I'm out the door
right after him, picking up guys in the bar and going back to their rooms
(and even taking their money to maintain the image!).
Lately, I satisfy my urges at our Club, where I can easily attract
guys in my little tennis outfits and go off with as many as I want. I have
become well-known with the golf and tennis pros, and in the club bar, where
they all know I'm a willing partner. I've even given a small group of
caddies a real treat on a rainy day!
I am happy, now, and could never be satisfied with just my husband.
Like many men, he enjoyed showing me off like a trophy, but he isn't
liberated enough to accept any consequences of that. Yet, if he hadn't
been the one who got me started on this kick, I might just be another
boring wife. So, would my sleeping around shatter his ego, or inflate it
because of all the men who want into my hot little panties? At this point,
I don't really care. I'm having fun.
10/29/88 16:53 FROM: FLOWER Daisy Petal
I've really been fascinated with this discussion. Especially since my
husband and I just recently found out, totally by accident, that he enjoys
seeing me flirt with other men. I love my husband very much, and I could
never be unfaithful to him. So, we have worked out a "safe sex" version of
what you have been talking about.
My husband and I were on our way to go dancing one night at a hotel
lounge, and as we drove up to the parking lot, his beeper went off. He
told me to just go on in and get a table, and he'd make his call from the
lobby. I entered the club and got a table, and within a few minutes, was
asked to dance by a very good-looking young man. Bob, my husband, walked
in and of course had no idea where I was sitting, since he saw me on the
dance floor, so he went over to the bar and sat down. When the song was
over, Bob started to meet me at the table, but another man, asking me to
dance, beat him to it. I turned around and saw Bob approaching, but he
just smiled and shrugged and returned to the bar.
After I sat down, Bob came up to the table and asked me to dance. As
we danced he told me that he was getting very horny watching me slow dance
with other guys and knowing that they wanted me. He said he'd sit at the
bar the rest of the night, and I could enjoy the attention. Well, hearing
this started my motor running. The thought of flirting with all these men
while my husband sat back and watched was SUCH a turn-on I could barely
stand it!
I must have danced with ten different guys that night. Some of them
even cupped my ass and whispered in my ear. They whispered things I had
forgotten about since I'd been married. Every once in a while, Bob would
dance with me and I'd tell him all the things the different guys had done
and said to me. I could see and feel the bulge in his pants and I could
feel my own wetness from all the attention I was getting. That night, Bob
and I made love three times, and each time it drove him crazy as I told him
about the guys begging me up to their rooms and the things they said they
wanted to do to me. When I told him how much those men turned me on, he
would come immediately.
We've been back to the club several times. Pretending I'm a single
woman, I dance close, pressing my body tight against all the men I dance
with. I love to feel their hard cocks. My husband loves to watch the guys
run their hand over my ass. The men get bolder as the evening goes on, and
I've even had three reach down the front of my dress and squeeze my braless
breasts - right on the dance floor!
I have to admit it - I love dancing with all of these good looking
guys, having them paw me and nibble on my ear and neck as my husband
watches everything. The last time I went dancing, I was afraid I may have
gone too far for Bob, when I actually kissed a guy on the dance floor, but
Bob smiled and winked at me. Feeling braver, I spent several minutes
locked in a passionate embrace with that guy when I left. Later, when we
were making love, I told Bob how wet it made me and how good it felt to
bury my tongue in the guy's mouth.
We both love our little exhibition game and try it at least once a
month. I love the attention from all the men, and Bob loves to watch me
turn other men on. The more I flirt, the better he likes it. I don't
think we'll go much further than this, but it's very exciting knowing your
husband is watching you strut your stuff and loving every minute of it.
11/05/88 22:06 FROM: MARYANNE on the loose
Before I tell you my story, let me just say to "FLOWER" that she is
headed for trouble - in two possible ways. She may not always be lucky and
dance with the apparent gentleman she has been fortunate enough to meet, so
far - OR she could compare her last night out "dancing" with her first
night and figure out where she and Bob are headed. "FLOWER," if you're
reading this - be careful! Remember, nobody likes a cockteaser.
It's funny that "FREE AND EASY" mentioned New year's Eve in her
letter, because that was the turning point in my sexual life, too. I've
been dying to tell someone about all this and this is perfect! Now, let me
slow dow and back up to the beginning:
First of all, from the earlier messages, I detect a pattern. The
wives all appear to be good-looking and well-built, and not all that
experienced (sexually) before getting married. Well, I fit that
description perfectly. In my teen years I won several beauty contests, but
stopped winning as my height didn't keep pace with my bust development, and
I no longer had that long and lean look. I dated in high school and
college, but I was very much what you would call a "good girl." I married
my husband, Tom, while I was getting my MBA.
For years, Tom did everything he could think of to get me into sexy
clothes. I had no problem wearing them for him, but I didn't feel much
like "advertising" out in public. Tom loves me in stockings and
garterbelts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and shorter than short
miniskirts. On the few occasions I did allow him to dress me and go out
(usually while on vacation), I felt like a call girl on display. Wherever
we went, men always turned and stared, and Tom loved every moment of this
coy, femme-fatale performance.
Because of Tom's career, we entertain quite a bit, and there always
seems to be men around the house. I first noticed my husband's
"preference" at a party, over two years ago. Almost EXACTLY like "Bonnie
M" in the first message, a friend of Tom's had been making a pass at me
while Tom was out of the room. He had me in the corner and was relying on
me keep my humor, as the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss me.
Finally, he pushed away my arms and pinned me to the wall, reaching into my
blouse and squeezing my breast. Tom walked in and saw what happened, but
he stepped back out of the doorway and watched! I finally gently kneed the
friend in the crotch and nothing further happened. Later that night, Tom
mentioned that he had seen what happened and was not furious, but pleased.
When I told him I WAS furious at him for not helping me, he told me to
loosen up, that it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a compliment
to me - and to him - that our guest had admired my beauty so much that he
couldn't help himself.
A month later, we were hosting a pool party, and I went down to the
freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the guests followed me
and started getting overly friendly. He was behind me, with his arms
wrapped around my bare stomach, when I noticed Tom watching us through the
window. I allowed the man to caress my breasts, and even to pull my bikini
top down. I fully expected Tom to come charging into the room and breaking
us up, but he continued to watch. My new friend sucked my nipples and then
placed his hand inside my bikini bottom. I couldn't believe this! I
wanted to see just how far Tom would allow this to go before stopping this.
The man slowly inserted his finger deep inside my pussy and I opened my
legs wide, to give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He lowered
his trunks and was ready to fuck me, but someone yelled for ice and we
immediately separated. My husband never mentioned the incident, and I was
angrier with him than ever before in our marriage.
One night, Jerry, the friend from the indoor party, was over the
house. We were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of margueritas "to
get it just right!" Tom suddenly announced that we were out of limes and
he would run to the store for more. I knew this was a lie, but said
nothing, and as I expected, Jerry said he'd stay and "protect" me. Tom
left in the car, but apparently parked down the street and walked back.
Jerry had already gotten fresh, again, and I suggested we go into the den,
"where we could be more comfortable." We sat on the sofa and kissed and
caressed each other for at least five minutes, until I excused myself to
"go to the bathroom." Instead, I snuck out the garage door and peeked
around the corner of the house. Sure enough, there in the shadows, was
Tom, looking through the den window. I know now that it was an immature
decision, but at that moment, I was determined to force my husband's hand.
I wanted to make him as mad as he was making me.
Soon after I returned to the sofa, Jerry removed my blouse and then my
bra. He sucked my breasts for a long time and I was turned on as well as
angry. Jerry was losing control as he laid me down on the sofa and removed
my skirt and panties. I was certain that this would cause Tom to call an
end to his fun and storm in. Jerry started licking my pussy, and I was
losing control, too! I had never expected this thing to go this far!
Now, unable to calm Jerry down, I tried to stall for time. He was
ready to fuck me, and there was no way I was going to let him do that. I
was really in a fix! I forced us both up and took his penis in my hand,
wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He gripped my head in both hands and
forced his penis into my mouth, pumping in and out. Suddenly, he erupted
and shot a huge load of semen all over me. I used this as an excuse to go
to the bathroom to clean up, and locked myself in there until I heard Tom
return. Again, Tom made no mention of this incident.
During the Christmas season, Tom has a special game he plays when we
host a party. He hangs a bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec
room and makes up a special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight
booze, and after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of courage!). As a
couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss - but the trick is not
to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-natured and in
fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of punch. The crowd
watches and cheers the kissing and the winner, boos the loser, and chants
as the loser chugs the punch.
We had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's Eve, and by
midnight, I had already broken away from two men. I was feeling no pain
when, a little after midnight, the single man caught me under the
mistletoe. he began kissing me very passionately, so I teased him back by
running my tongue in and out of his mouth. Everyone was cheering to see
who would stop. He put his hand inside my low-cut cocktail dress to feel
my breast, and the crowd went wild. I saw Tom cheering, and yelling for
the man to keep going. In an effort to make him pull away, I reached down
and pulled the man's zipper open. The crowd laughed and then roared as the
stranger bent me slightly backwards and started pulling the hem of my dress
up. I almost pulled away, then, but when I saw the gleam in Tom's eyes, I
became determined to continue.
The hem of my dress continued up until it was at my waist, fully
exposing my stocking-tops and panties to everyone. We still didn't break
and I didn't know what to do to stop him. His hands pulled my panties off
my hips and they fell to my ankles, baring my pussy to the crowd.
Suddenly, there wasn't as much cheering and I finally realized that
things had gotten too far out of hand. I tried to pull away, but the men
had a really tight grip on me. Before I finally got free, he managed to
get his finger slightly into me.
Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the wives
left. Three husbands and the single guy stayed. After we escorted our
guests out, Tom kissed me, told me that I was wonderful and that he had
enjoyed every second of my "act." That was the last straw for me. The
switch was thrown!
Walking back into the rec room, I deliberately positioned myself under
the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began to kiss me. When he
reached behind me and unzippered my dress, I let it fall to the floor and
stepped out of it. I broke the kiss and went to the punchbowl, not
bothering to dress. After the drink, another man pulled me under the
mistletoe. Off came my bra, and down went my panties, again. There I
stood in my sheer black stockings and high heels, nude for the men to view.
The four men surrounded me and took turns kissing me and caressing my body.
Tom took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the sofa. One
of the men pushed me back on the couch, dropped his trousers and attempted
to mount me. I looked at Tom one last time. He was cheering the man on
and I opened my legs and let him enter me. He reached orgasm very quickly,
and when he stood and pulled his pants up, I just laid there with my legs
spread wide. One of the other men quickly looked at Tom, saw his smile and
lowered himself down onto and into me. When he was done, the last two guys
took their turns fucking me.
The whole time, Tom sat there and watched. I looked over at him as
the third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to do all along,
isn't it?" He nodded and smiled.
We lost some friends that night, some of whom have not spoken to me
since. Tom later admitted he had "enticed" his friends to hit on me over
the years by telling them that I was an "easy lay" and liked it. Well,
now, he's right - I AM an easy lay and I DO like it.
The four men who had intercourse with me have called me on numerous
occasions and I have had sex frequently with them over the last two years.
I've also balled three of the four husbands that left the party, that
night. I've been with men singly and in groups and I think I prefer the
attention I get in the group scene. I don't know if Tom still watches or
not, and I don't care. I'm sure he does on occasion, but it doesn't matter
to me whether he's around or not, when I decide to have my fun.
Today, I enjoy a much more liberated sex life and freely go with
whoever desires me. Tom doesn't complain, and neither do I. Shouldn't
every wife give her husband exactly what he deserves?
12/14/88 23:41 FROM: HOTSHOT always ready
I really enjoyed reading the messages on this subject. I'm sorry to
see no more women have added anything in a while. Do you want to hear what
a husband feels like -- when what he thinks he wants isn't what he wants?
What's wrong with a husband or boyfriend wanting to show off his wife
or girlfriend? Maybe it is a little like showing off a trophy, but I can
always feel my chest swell when I catch men looking at my beautiful wife
(28, 5'6", a very hard 38-26-36) with obvious lust in their eyes. I love
it. They know she is MY WIFE.
During our eight years of marriage, I often fantasized about watching
my wife, Ellen, make love to another man. She just shrugged me off, until
one day this Spring. She came home from work very excited and told me that
her boss, Harry, had made her a fantastic offer.
Now, Ellen is about as ambitious a woman as you'll find. She started
at her company as a secretary, and over the last few years, getting degrees
and working hard, she was the highest client rep she could be at the local
office. Her next big move will be downtown, to the headquarters building,
but openings there are few and far between. Harry, her regional director,
has always liked Ellen, and Ellen has always been friendly in return, but
their relationship has always been professional. That day, Harry called
Ellen downtown, to his office, and told her that if she would go to bed
with him, he could guarantee her promotion to headquarters within the
month. Ellen came home and told me and said that if I agreed, knowing
about my fantasies about her, she would do it. I immediately agreed.
On the appointed night, Harry (a short, weasel kind of guy, about 50)
showed up exactly on time. I was hidden in our bedroom closet. Ellen and
Harry had some drinks and some small talk, but Ellen said Harry was in a
big hurry to get at her, so she led him upstairs to the bedroom.
Ellen undressed and sprawled invitingly on the bed. Harry disrobed
quickly, and I watched with mounting excitement as he wildly kissed and
fondled my wife's great body. Soon, he buried his balding head between
Ellen's legs, as she moaned with delight.
Normally, Ellen is silent and only mildly active in bed with me. I
was shocked to see her brazenly encouraging her boss to suck her hard-
nippled breasts and beg him to screw her wet pussy with his short, stubby
little penis. I gaped in astonishment as Ellen strained to experience the
fullness of his thrusting while clutching his hairy body in abandoned fever
until, minutes later, both exploded in the uncontrolled ecstasy of their
mutual orgasms. This was a very different Ellen in bed from the one I knew
for all these years.
I waited for Ellen to make her usual dash to the bathroom, but,
instead, she rolled to face her exhausted boss and slowly began to fondle
and kiss his freshly spent cock. Something she had never performed for me.
Her tender attentions slowly reawakened Harry's tool, making it erect,
again. My shock deepened as she boldly mounted her boss with a cry of
lust. I know my jaw dropped because I had never seen her behave with such
passion! Her talents and energy were rewarded as Harry let go with another
loud orgasm inside of her.
After a short rest, Harry dressed and left. Ellen was just closing
the front door when she turned and saw me at the bottom of the stairs. I
didn't have time to say a word to her before she wrestled me to the floor,
ripped my shorts down my hips and mounted me for what was the best fuck of
my life.
Since that night, Ellen has "entertained" Harry numerous times,
sometimes with me home and watching and sometimes not. She enjoys her new
job and the numerous perks Harry is providing. Tonight, at Harry's
suggestion, She is going to "entertain" Harry's boss.
I guess I still get a bang out of watching Ellen submit her body to
the intimacies of another lover, but I wonder if my fantasies may have been
better just as fantasies. I feel a little jealous, because Ellen is loving
this so much more than I am. She gives herself so wantonly, always doing
something new that we've never done before, and obviously loves feeling
another cock invade her body. I think it's really slutty on her part.
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