Over the years I have become increasingly interested in exposing my wife to other men, especially in a sex setting. During the last twelve months I have realised my fantasy. I began reading personal ads in some magazines and saw that some were actually offering exactly what I wanted – a peeper who would watch whatever there was to see. So I started replying to some of them and while most were a complete waste of time, as so often happens with these kind of ads, there were some genuine voyeurs who were very interested in the proposition I put to them.
The proposal was that they would be invited over to my house and could watch whatever show the wife and I put on. There were two conditions: the first was they would be outside the house watching through a ground floor window; the second was that the wife didn't know about them and therefore they would have to very discrete about how they viewed the show. To-date I have had four different male voyeurs over and everything has gone brilliantly.
Before telling about the most recent episode I should describe my wife. She is in her early forties and reasonably shapely for her age. She has wonderful skin, an arse to die for, smallish breasts, very large nipples and one of the hairiest cunts you will ever see. She is a very vigorous lover and can be quite domineering in our lovemaking. For some time now I have pretended to be a voyeur during our sex sessions which means that I have often been outside looking through the ground floor window before and during breaks in our lovemaking. It was probably these sessions which accelerated my desire to share what I was seeing with others.
All four voyeurs have seen a very similar show but I want to relate the most recent episode because there is one additional element to the story. As usual, I made contact with Alan through a magazine and after we had spoken on the phone a few times we arranged to meet to discuss how the show would happen – and to check each other out too! Alan was a nice guy, very easygoing and some years younger than the wife and I. I told him I couldn't guarantee when the opportunity would arise but when it did I would phone him and give him the time he should come over to the house. The instructions were that he would gain access by going in a side door which would lead him to the back of the house and he should wait there until a light went on in the main room. This would be a sign that we had arrived back home, usually after dinner and drinks, and the show would begin shortly afterwards. He could watch all he wanted but he had to remember that my wife must not see him. I said the sign for the show being over was when I shot my load over my wife's face. He was happy enough with this arrangement and even quite relaxed about my wish to also go outside at times and watch him watch my wife.
It is not easy trying to find a time when my wife is interested in playing our downstairs sex games and then being able to give sufficient notice to our voyeurs. There have been a number of disappointments along the way. Anyway, a time was found, I phoned Alan, he was available and it happened like this.
Joan and I had gone out to dinner. Because we knew we were going to play our downstairs sex game when we got home, she dressed for the occasion by wearing crotchless tights and a peephole bra. We talked about sex a lot over the next couple of hours, and in the bar she even gave me some quick flashes of her wonderful bush. I knew my night at least was going to be memorable. When we got home Joan, as she has always done on these occasions, went upstairs to get 'dressed' for sex. This usually meant putting on a very short skirt, taking her top off but leaving her bra and tights on, getting into high heels and wearing sunglasses. While she was doing this I went into the kitchen to see if Alan had arrived and he had: I could see him standing in the shadows by the window. I went to the room, turned the light on and gave him a brief wave. While there I adjusted the lamp, placing it very close to the window, and trying to get sufficient glare onto the window so that Joan would have great difficulty seeing anything outside - I have learnt a few tricks like these to help minimise the risks of Joan finding out what's going on. I then got some of our toys ready: the dildo, the blindfold and the handcuffs.
When Joan came downstairs she swaggered into the room, pouting and posing like she was feeling very fuckable. I was sitting on the couch about five feet from the window wanking as Joan moved towards me squeezing her breasts and licking her fingers. The couch was at right angles to the window so Alan was now getting a profile view of Joan as she bent down and sucked my cock. As she continued sucking I took a quick glance at the window and saw Alan smiling with great delight at the sight. He looked at me and I winked at him. He had no idea what I was going to surprise him with next! Joan and I were now kissing and touching each other passionately. After a few minutes I stood up, took my trousers off and told Joan to suck my big cock. I was now facing the window and Joan had to her back to it. I also got her to suck me while standing up i.e. she had to bend over and down to get to my cock. This left her in the most exposed position, which I exploited fully. As she was licking and kissing my cock and really enjoying herself I reached over her back and lifted her short skirt revealing her crotches tights to Alan, whom I saw paused in suspended disbelief. While he stared I gradually moved Joan and I closer to the window. When we were about a foot away I began pulling Joan's arse cheeks apart and exposing her hairy cunt and arsehole to this complete stranger. I inserted my finger into her anus and began playing with her cunt lips, all the time looking at Alan as he began to play with his own cock far more strenuously. We did this for about ten minutes and then Joan asked to me to give her oral.