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.