Author's note: To get the most out of this story, you should first read "My Wife's Peeping Tom", which details how this all started.
Over the next few weeks, I engaged in my usual Thursday night poker playing and afterward rushed home to look in on my naked and excited wife. It never even occurred to me that others might find my actions odd. I just found our little game erotic and fun.
One night, I arrived at Rob's only to discover that I'd missed his last minute text cancelling that night's game. After we talked a few minutes, I drove right back home figuring I could save my evening by watching my wife play
before
she expected me. On the way, I stopped by the corner store to buy a six pack and snacks.
I stuffed my provisions in my backpack and grabbed my field jacket from the trunk before walking home. When I rounded the corner of our house, I stopped short at the sight of a dark figure lurking just outside the family room window. Some other guy had beaten me to the punch!
My first instinct was to confront the peeper, but before I took two steps I stopped short. This was my wife's ultimate fantasy. Should I let it happen and tell Brooke about it afterward? Since the guy had already seen her and didn't pose any real threat now that I was there, I decided to wait a bit before busting him.
I couldn't see Brooke from where I stood by the garage, so I stealthily moved to the middle of the yard behind our big elm tree. The trunk is wide enough to fully conceal my body, and the fact that the peeper had been staring into our brightly lit family room made it unlikely he'd spot me in my dark clothing. Besides, his gaze hadn't left my wife's naked body even once, so I figured I had a reasonably secure spot for my observation post.
Besides, what's he going to do if sees me? Confront me about peeping on his peeping?
Shamefully, the longer I watched this guy violate my wife's privacy, the more aroused I became. Rather than inducing jealousy, seeing an actual peeping Tom watching my wife turned me on even more than watching her myself. I felt tempted to pull out my cock and masturbate, but I worried the guy might have to walk past me to escape over my back fence. I didn't want to literally get caught with my dick in my hand.
Peering past the peeper, I could only see Brooke's head and raised knee as she sat sideways on our couch. That changed when she stood up. The sight of my wife's naked body just past the dark figure's silhouette took my breath away. Pulling out my phone, I took several photos that captured both Brooke and her new admirer.
Not only do I have evidence if I need it, but Brooke is going to love these...
My wife walked right to the window, and the guy pulled back to conceal himself. Brooke made no attempt to look outside, but the glare of the lights on the glass obstructed her view of our yard anyway. She appeared to lean over and pick something up before moving back toward the couch.
When Brooke began rhythmically moving up and down, I knew exactly what she was doing. While searching our bathroom for her vibrator the week before, I'd discovered that she'd recently bought a large brown dildo with a suction cup at its base. Still in the clear packaging, the realistic looking rubber cock had a set of balls and even a bulging vein on one side.
When I found it with her pink vibrator in an old purse, I felt a little threatened since it was both longer and thicker than my cock. Now that I saw Brooke using it, even though I could only see her bouncing breasts, shoulders and head, I became so intrigued by the idea of her taking that big toy that I set aside my struggling ego. If I felt jealous about anything, it was that the anonymous peeper had a better view of my wife than I did.
I could actually hear Brooke cry out when she climaxed, and I stood at least fifty feet from the house. Of course, I would've known how good her orgasm felt just from the angelic expression on her face and the way she settled down, assumingly with the big toy still deep inside her. Post-orgasm is when my wife looks her most beautiful.
I then heard the peeper grunt a couple of times. Peering at him closer, I realized that he'd been masturbating along with my wife. I definitely felt jealous of him for that, but knowing I'd be inside her soon, I remained in place behind the tree.
I watched breathlessly as Brooke got up and walked into the kitchen. Our new friend took that opportunity to make his escape. I watched as he crept in a half-crouch under the kitchen window and crossed into my neighbor's yard.
I actually gasped when he walked right up to their back door. I caught a glimpse of Anton as he entered his home. His dark face shined in the light from the doorway, so I had no doubt it was my neighbor as I snapped a photo of him before he disappeared inside.
Fuck! I thought it was some stranger, not the guy we barbeque with all summer long...
I then approached our house and observed my wife on the couch casually masturbating with her hand while she watched interracial porn. I hadn't seen the TV when Anton was around, but if it was more of the same, I bet he loved seeing my wife enjoying black on white porn while using a big brown dildo. The thought that he might think Brooke was fantasizing about him while she rode that big dildo upset me, and I felt compelled to go in and reclaim my wife.
Fuck it. Why stand out here in the cold when I can go in and have some fun? She's obviously already prepped for me.
She clearly didn't expect me home so early. Brooke jumped up and used the remote to turn off the TV as soon as she heard the sliding door. I dropped my pack on the kitchen table and pulled off my balaclava because I wanted to talk, not repeat her intruder fantasy. My wife seemed so distraught that I might've seen her choice of porn that I think she felt relieved when I didn't mention it.
"That's an interesting toy you have there," I commented, pointing at the big brown dildo still stuck to the coffee table by its suction cup. Coated in her arousal, it gleamed in the bright overhead lights as it leaned slightly to the left.
"I wasn't expecting you home so soon," Brooke replied nervously.
"The game was cancelled," I explained curtly. "I hope you used lube with that big thing."
"I didn't need any," she replied without thinking, and then my wife blushed when she realized how slutty that sounded.
"I have to tell you something. You should sit down."
"What's wrong?" Brooke asked anxiously, moving back toward the couch.
"No, not there," I said gruffly before pointing to the toy on the table. "I want you to sit
there
!"
"Ethan, I don't-"
"Do as I say," I ordered firmly. Seeing my stern expression, Brooke reconsidered arguing and moved around the coffee table. My wife had positioned the toy so she had to face the back yard to use it, so I moved between her and that window.
Actually seeing my wife lower herself onto the big phallus disrupted my thinking. Despite its size, she had little trouble impaling herself with it. I'd cum in my pants earlier, but my erection now returned with a vengeance.
"Is that better?" she asked with just a hint of sass.
"You tell me," I said, keeping my voice level but slightly menacing so she couldn't read my actual thoughts. "Does that feel good?"
