I came home that night, exhausted but grateful the day was done. I tossed my purse on the kitchen table and kicked my flats off, sighing in relief. Suddenly I paused, my ears perked up: what was that I heard downstairs?
"Hmm,"
I thought, smiling a little. My heartbeat picked up, and a warm feeling tingled down in my belly.
"Those sound like sexy noises. Wonder if my roommates are at it again..."
I've always had a thing about sneaky voyeurism, have ever since I was a young teen and accidentally caught my best friend's parents romping around on their living room floor... and didn't stop watching from around the corner until they, and I, were finished. Now that my husband and I were sharing a house with our two best friends, there were occasions when I accidentally overheard our friends, as she squealed and moaned quietly, and he would chuckle and shush her.
This time they didn't know anyone else was home, and I couldn't let the opportunity for a little gratification pass me by. I slipped down the stairs as quietly as I could, and tip-toed the rest of the way toward their bedroom. To my surprise and delight, their door was open, just a little bit- how perfect! I peered into the crack between the door and frame, and had to clap my hand to my mouth to stifle the shocked, low moan that threatened to escape my lips and give me away.
That was our female friend... and THAT was my husband!
See... I've also had this thing... a fantasy, about watching my husband fuck another woman.
We'd talked about it plenty, especially in the throes of our own passion. Once upon a time, we been occasional enjoyers of MDMA, and would pour our dirty little hearts out to each other for hours as we pleasured each other. So he knew I'd thought about it, but we hadn't acted on anything. In fact, our sex life had slowed down considerably since I'd gotten pregnant, and I felt guilty- and thought privately to myself that I'd feel better if I knew he wasn't resigned to solo pleasure all the time. I wondered, for a small second, if he'd planned to be doing this as I got home, for just this reason. I found I didn't care. My heart raced, I began to tremble a little, and my underwear was suddenly no longer dry. My pussy positively
throbbed.
Not wanting to go too quickly, I allowed my hand to brush over the crotch of my jeans, then my fingers stole into my bra and lightly swirled around my now-hard nipples. I couldn't
believe
the scene before me.
There she was, such an adorably sexy little thing, so much different from me. Younger, petite, dark hair, piercings and tattoos.
Big
, ripe tits that jiggled deliciously on her tiny frame as he thrust his dick into her. They were laying on the bed just perfectly so I had a stunning, clear view of the action, and I could tell, even from a few feet away, that she was
so
tight, her skin stretching just a bit as he slid in. I could see it in his face too, the little squint, the way his bottom lip dropped so slightly in pleasure as he fucked her. He picked up the pace and firmly drove into her, seemingly in perfect time with my thumping heartbeat, a satisfying little
smack smack smack
of his thighs against hers. Then, evil as he was, he pulled all the way out of her. She moaned in frustration, an indignant little sound. A thin, clear strand of their mingling wetness stretched between his head and her hole for a small second. My knees shook, and my fingers closed around my nipples, working them in a stroking, rhythmic motion that my husband himself had taught me that I loved.
I knew what he was going to do next- it was one of my favorite things, and the anticipation was delicious. He placed the head of his penis just against her vagina, then reached over for the lube that was at his fingertips on the bed next to them. A dollop on his finger, and he began lightly swirling her cute-as-a-button clit, and gave her just the promise of entering her, never actually doing so. She sucked her breath in, a long, throaty breath, and let out the sexiest
"Ohhhhh..."
I had ever heard.
I practically came right then and there.
I loved the smile that crossed his lips, one of sheer, wicked pleasure, as he
so
enjoyed teasing the fuck out of his women. He slowed his finger's movements on her to an agonizingly slow, gentle rub, and just as her hips began to buck against him, he stopped. Her hands fluttered up involuntarily, and he deftly reached up with one hand and pinned them above her head. The other hand held her hip-
"God, he must love how her hip bone is just barely visible through that silky flesh,"
I thought- and he began part two of the Great Tease. He pushed his dick, which was so hard I could see the veins popping out on it from where I was, into her as slowly as he could manage, going and going until he was in her entirely, then pushing into her a little harder, a little deeper. She came- I saw her hips shudder and that tight little slit pulsing around him- but he wasn't about to relent. He pulled out of her as slowly as he'd entered, and once he'd just popped the head out of her, he stroked back in again at that terrible, wonderful slow pace. He kept that up through her orgasm, which seemed to stretch on and on, and continued on afterwards as she built up again, her breath quickening. But before she could come again, she tapped his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Ohh, Andy,"
she breathed in her sultry, deep voice.
"I wanna suck that dick of yours."
My husband was, after all, a red-blooded male, who despite loving me alone was still attracted to other women- knowing that was hot. Knowing that
other
women still wanted to jump on his dick?
That
