It was a snowy and cold night outside. Dawn and Jackson were sitting on the brown couch in the sunroom. They were snuggled up close to each other sipping drinks. As they enjoyed the warmth and glow from the wood stove in the corner they talked about whatever it is married couples talk about.
"This fire's getting me too hot!" said Dawn.
To illustrate her point she stood up and dropped the robe she was wearing into a pile on the floor. Jackson's eyes lit up as her red silk teddy was revealed to his hungry eyes. Dawn's eyes glanced down to the crotch of his pants and she smiled as she watched him getting hard for her. It thrilled her to no end to know that she was the cause of a man's erection. She took his drink from him and set it down on the coffee table a few feet away.
"Hey I'm getting pretty hot here myself," piped up Jackson. "What if I need something to quench my thirst?"
She said nothing, only walked back over to him and straddled his lap. She ground her lace covered pussy into the bulge in his pants, put her arms around his neck and leaned down and forced her tongue into his waiting mouth. They kissed passionately for a few moments as she ground herself onto him. She stopped briefly to tell him, "I am sure we can find you something wet to quench your thirst."
She rose up onto her knees and slid her right hand underneath the red fabric that covered her pussy. Jackson's eyes watched her every movement, which only caused her to get wetter. "God I get so hot when they watch me!" she thought to herself. Jackson concentrated on her hand as it worked its way under the fabric. It was lace so he could kind of see what she was doing. Any movements his eyes missed, his imagination quickly filled in. He could see clearly how his wife's fingers were rubbing up and down her wet pussy lips. He heard her gasp and knew that she must have pushed them inside of herself. He could see how the fabric stretched out and retreated as she fucked herself. He listened closely and the only sounds that could be heard were the squishing sounds her fingers made as they slid in and out of her and the crackling of the fire from the woodstove in the far corner. This went on for less than a minute. It felt like an eternity, before she reluctantly drew her fingers out from under her teddy and placed them in Jackson's waiting open mouth. "I told you I could find you something to quench your thirst."
She lowered herself back down onto his hard cock and began to gyrate her slim hips as her husband greedily sucked her juices from her fingers. She was so turned on that just a little more rubbing on her clit would be enough to give her the first orgasm of the evening. What she didn't know was that there were going to be more than the usual one or two Saturday night orgasms in store for her this fine frosty evening.
The lights outside of the sunroom were all off but all of the curtains were open. This was as per usual due to Dawn's desire to be watched by someone, anyone. In the past whenever Jackson had asked her why she never wanted to have the curtains closed when they were fooling around, her answer was always, "You never know who's watching."
Tonight was different though. Tonight she knew there would be someone watching. He was watching now. Just outside the window behind the couch was a figured dressed all in dark clothing and a ski mask. Dawn could see the shadowy figures breath in the icy air and if she wasn't mistaken (and she wasn't), his breath was coming faster than it been, before her little performance began. From her vantage point she could see most of her stalker, while all he could see was her head moving slightly higher than her partners and then back down again as he brought herself closer to orgasm by grinding her now dripping pussy against his hard erection. This wasn't enough for her. She needed more to come so she stood up on the couch. She threw one leg up over the back of that old brown couch and pulled the material away from her crotch, exposing all of her needy pussy to her husbands intent gaze. Her stalker watched and could see her mouth move. He read her lips as she slowly hissed, "Suck my cunt and make me cum now!!!!" She pulled her husbands face into her wet opening and rubbed herself all over his mouth and nose.
Jackson didn't need her to pull his hair to get him to eat her out but she liked to do it and he didn't mind so he just went with it. He gave her pussy slow long licks up and down before she ordered him "Suck my clit! I need to cum so badly. Please do it now for me baby!"
Jackson loved it when he could make his beautiful wife come so he wasn't about to say no. He attacked her clit. He sucked on it and slid two fingers up inside her. This caused her to let out a loud moan and throw her head back as she had her first orgasm of the night. When she finally let go of Jackson's hair and opened her eyes her stalker was gone. "He missed the best part!" she thought to herself.
Then she was startled by a clapping noise coming from behind her. She turned her head and saw her stalker standing INSIDE her house clapping for the performance he'd just witnessed. She almost had another small orgasm.
Jackson's head shot out from around the side of his wife's leg and saw the masked stranger standing beside the woodstove clapping and saying "Bravo bravo, encore encore!"
Jackson grabbed Dawn and pulled her across him and into a seated position on the couch and then started towards the intruder. He made it no more than two steps before the masked man shoved his hand into his coat pocket.
"Easy sport. I'm not just happy to see ya, this is a gun in my pocket."
Jackson stopped just short of the coffee table, still several feet away from the man. "How do I know you've got a gun?" asked Jackson.
"Well sport there's two ways you can find that out. Number one I can put a bullet in your or your little nursie wife over there, or my personal favorite you can trust me. Now before you even get started, I'm psychic and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking never trust anyone that says trust me. Am I right. I am. God dammit I am just THAT good."
Jackson hated to admit it to himself but that's exactly the thought that had entered his mind. The silly thing that Jackson didn't take the time to realize is that's the thought that everyone has when they hear someone say trust me. If he'd realized that then maybe the story would have unfolded differently, but he didn't.
Jackson instead took up a less offensive posture and took two steps back towards his strangely silent wife. He made sure to stay in between this man and her scantily clad figure. "No need for this bastard to see any more of his wife than he had already seen." Jackson thought to himself.
After what seemed like an eternity had passed Jackson's brain started to process what the man had said about Dawn. He'd called her nursie. How did he know that? What else did he know? The intruder could see Jackson's mind working and before he could even be asked the man started to tell the tale of how this night had come to happen. "Have a seat sport and I'll tell you how this all came to pass."
Jackson made no move towards the couch until the man motioned with the gun. Figuring that discretion really was the better part of valor, Jackson reluctantly had a seat next to his nearly naked wife. He tried to pick up her robe and put it on her but the man stepped in and told him to toss it into the chair. When everyone was calmed the story began.
