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Am I a voyeur? Absolutely!
My wife Patti and I are 46 and we've been married for a little over 20 years. The one thing you need to know about Patti is that she loves sex. She loves sex more than any woman we've ever known. Aside from the fact that I love her deeply, her love of sex and all things erotic are one of the great benefits of being married to her. Patti is very attractive and still has a great body. Her brunette hair is shoulder-length, silky to the touch with plenty of fullness. Her breasts are in perfect proportion to her body and for as long as I can remember she's kept her pussy shaved. After the first three or four years that we were married I began to worry that I might not be capable of keeping her satisfied. Her sex drive is powerful and made even more powerful by what I describe as having a heightened level of sensitivity. When she cums, she cums hard.
She wants sex every day and there have been many times that I couldn't keep up with her, but, she never pressured me about it; instead she was always sweet about it. There have been countless nights that I've woken up to the soft sound of her masturbating with her toys as she lay in bed next to me. Sometimes I'd help her if I wasn't too tired.
It was about that time that I began to fantasize about watching Pattie fuck other men. It was a little fantasy, not very elaborate and I kept it to myself. I was reluctant to tell her about it for fear that she wouldn't understand that it was just a fantasy. As time went on my fantasy changed a little and in several ways became even stronger and even a little darker.
Back about the time we turned thirty, something happened that changed everything. A man named Brian moved into the house next door. He was in his late thirties and was going through a difficult divorce from his wife. He was friendly, very handsome and had a great body that Patti noticed immediately. I knew that she found Brian very attractive. I even suspected that maybe she fantasized about him during sex. Whenever I asked her of course she denied it. Brian has a great personality and after a couple of months the three of us had developed a really strong friendship. We spent a lot of time together on the weekends, mostly at our house, and naturally we got pretty close. I'd noticed that Patti had slowly become more of a flirt and tease around both Brian and I but that wasn't really unusual for her. Occasionally I'd see the way she looked at Brian and I had a pretty good idea what was going on in her mind...
sex, sex and more sex.
One Saturday afternoon Patti and I were lying on our bed naked, enjoying some light foreplay as a prelude to an afternoon of debauchery and kinky sex. She was fondling my cock and I was lightly brushing my middle-finger over her wet clitoris as we lay side by side on our bed just talking. At one point she made a rather insignificant remark about something Brian told her a few days before. I don't know why I asked the question but I did. I looked directly at her and asked, "Have you let Brian fuck you yet?"
"NO," she answered as she sat up in bed and turned to look at me. "No, what kind of question is that?"
"A good one," I smiled at her. "He's handsome, soon to be single again, and has a great personality. Now be honest Patti, haven't you ever fantasized about Brian fucking you? Have you tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside your cunt—fucking you?"
Patti was silent for a long moment as she looked at me. She glanced away uncomfortably for a moment then back at me and softly said, "Yes, but they were only little fantasies. No matter how strong they were I never would do anything like that without your—"
"Well, let me be honest, I've given the idea a lot of thought." I said. "We both know how much you love sex and what a sexy woman you are. To be honest with you Patti, the idea turns me on and I know you are perfectly capable of fucking us both. However, there would be a couple of conditions and if everyone agrees, I think I'd be completely okay with it."
"Really?" She was silent and I knew she was thinking about the possibilities of what might happen.
She looked at me and asked, "What conditions?"
"Well, at first I want to be there with you whenever you two...or any other man, fucks you. Secondly, if either of us decides to stop...we agree to stop with no questions and no regrets."
A broad smile crossed her face as she looked at me. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yep, all the way." I looked at her with a mischievous smile and said, "Maybe Brian isn't doing anything special tonight and we could invite him over. The three of us could share a bottle of good wine and see what happens."
Patti giggled excitedly before asking seriously, "What if he doesn't want to...you know...I mean...have sex with me."
"Believe me Patti, I know him. Brian and I have talked a lot about guy-stuff about women and sex. I can assure you that just isn't going to happen. If he ever got the okay he would do anything to get the opportunity to fuck you, believe me."
"Um...Okay, really? Oh my god, what should I wear?"
"As little as possible," I answered with a chuckle. In a way I was serious.
"I've got a pretty good hunch that Brian has jacked-off countless times just trying to imagine what you look like nude and exactly what your beautiful pussy feels like."
I got off the bed saying, "I'll go call Brian and see if he wants to come over tonight for some wine." When I returned to our bedroom I looked at Patti and said, "It's all set, he'll be here around seven."
"Oh, that's pretty sudden isn't it?" she said with a slight deer in the headlights look.
"No time like the present. Besides, there isn't much to be gained by over-thinking it all now."
"Oh," Patti said as she went to her closet and opening the doors to the wardrobe said, "That doesn't give me much time. Did you say anything about why we were inviting him over?"
"NO, I just thought we'd see what develops," I said with a large smile.
"Oh my god, I'm so nervous," Pattie squealed.
It was about seven-thirty when Brian came over. Patti was still upstairs getting ready. After pouring some wine, Brian and I sat in the living room and chatting like we normally do. It wasn't long before Patti came downstairs and joined us. She was wearing a white silk blouse, obviously without a bra, and a very short bright red skirt. On her legs she was wearing dark hose and red spiked heels. Her hair and makeup looked great. All in all, she looked incredibly sexy, I noticed that Brian could hardly take his eyes off of her. Patti tried to act as natural as possible and she took a seat on the sofa directly across from Brian. I could almost feel her nervousness even though she hid it pretty well. After some casual talk and a glass of wine everyone relaxed; especially Patti. Every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs (which was often) Brian got an opportunity to get a quick peek at her crotch. Her nipples pressed erotically against the silk material of her blouse and her heavy turquoise necklace hung erotically between her breasts. Several times Patti would reach for her wineglass causing her upper body to turn slightly, but enough to make her skirt raise up exposing her thighs and her pantiles shaved pussy.
We started talking about sex but after about a half-an-hour things were progressing slower than I would have liked so I simply asked Brian a couple of questions.
"Brian, do you think Patti is sexy?" I asked.