The next several weeks held the most intense window peeking experiences of the watcher's career. Warren and Victoria seemed to go into a sexual hyperdrive of incredible dimensions. They continued their experiments in bondage, with Vicki always the one restrained, never Warren. She wallowed in Her pleasures when she was bound, climaxing again and again with an almost profound passion. She wanted to try many different positions and postures, sometimes nude and sometimes in lingerie. One night she had dear hubby tie Her upright to the bedpost fully clothed, with a cloth gag in Her mouth. He then proceeded to cut and tear Her clothes from Her body as she squirmed and writhed in mock horror. When he had Her fully naked he played with Her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples while she moaned into Her gag. He then stood beside Her and whispered in Her ear as his fingers probed and stroked in Her sopping cunny. She loved it and he didn't stop until she was damn near faint. All the while they played, every time they tried something new or replayed an old scenario, their camera was set up on its trusty tripod, silently gathering the revelries for their viewing enjoyment. A second camera rolled, as well, a camera operated by the watcher as he crouched outside their bedroom window in rapt attention.
One night the watcher filmed what he felt was his masterpiece of cinema verite. His targeted pair was lying together in bed, both naked, watching a film of their recent escapades. After some little while, Vicki rolled over onto Her belly and put Her lovely head in Warren's lap. He looked down at Her as she said, "Just keep watching. I want to try something", and she took him into Her mouth.
The watcher quickly shifted position so as to be directly opposite Her face as she worked. He reset the camera to be able to capture the whole tableaux, from Warren's belly down to Her legs. He could zoom as required or pan and take in the whole room; it was a perfect set up.
She gave Her hubby a blowjob that would have made a porn queen proud. Warren wasn't very big, 5 inches and kind of thin in the shaft, but Vicki's enthusiasm for Her work made the watcher forget about hubby's size. She fondled his balls while she licked his dickhead, then took it halfway into Her mouth. She bobbed Her head up and down on it, Her cheeks flattened with the suction she applied. She went on and on, never stopping, never tiring, always sucking and licking Her beloved object. She shifted position, kneeling at right angles to her man with Her legs together, head down and ass high. The watcher choked back a moan when she did that: with a slight adjustment of angle he could get a shot right up into her asshole and pussy and he focused on Her nether region as she slurped away on Warren's lucky member. Yes, she made some exquisite sounds as she sucked, and she hummed and moaned with the meat in Her mouth. The watcher had never seen Her take such a dedicated approach to cocksucking before, and by the look on Warren's face neither had he.
Just when it couldn't get any better, it got better. She grabbed the dick by the base and tried to swallow it whole. She made a most gallant effort to deepthroat the little captain and the watcher loved hearing Her gag and choke as she tried to push it down Her throat. She kept it up for a good ten minutes, over and over forcing Her mouth down onto the dick, but she was never able to get it all in. Warren, meanwhile, was in heaven! He just lay there in ecstasy, saying things like, "Go baby, go, do it, shit yeah, get it all".
Finally, after 37 minutes of oral attack, Warren came, and for the first time in their marriage Vicki let him cum in Her mouth - and she swallowed his load. The watcher had the entire scene on film and he watched it over and over in the weeks to come.
The watcher had learned why Warren was out of the house the first and third Wednesday evenings of each month. Warren was a town Councilman, his picture had been in the paper a couple of times, and he had to attend Council meetings. At first Vicki would stay home on those nights, working out, reading, or watching TV. But one Wednesday night a totally new event occurred, an event destined to form in the watcher's mind a plan to allow him to fuck the Librarian.
After he learned why Warren was gone on Wednesdays the watcher knew that nothing sexual would happen until after the meeting, and the meeting usually lasted until 11 PM. On those nights he could take his time arriving at the window, no need to rush over. But one Wednesday, for whatever reason, he decided to go early, around 9 PM, just to see what he could see. He packed up his cam and took up position at the window.
Peering in he couldn't believe his eyes. The TV was on, some brainless sitcom braying over the airways, and Vicki was lying in bed, on Her back, in a red corset. She was spreadeagled, Her wrists above Her head near the bedposts and Her ankles touching the bedposts at the foot of the bed. What the fu...? And then he saw it - rope! She was BOUND spreadeagle on Her bed! Warren had tied Her up - was he home? Had the Council meeting been cancelled and was Warren home tonight? The watcher strained his ears, listening for the sounds that would indicate Warren's presence. Nothing! He stepped away to check the rest of the house, but no lights were on except in the bedroom and over the front door. Holy shit!
