The Voyeur 29

Part 1: Persuasion

Dave was one of those guys who just commanded attention. Charisma, some might call it, or charm. Whatever it was, he grabbed the attention of just about every woman he spoke to. Friendly, gregarious, with a twinkle in his light hazel eyes and a light beard on his chiseled jaw, I could see women undress him with their eyes as he walked by. His smile could make your breath catch, disarming you in a fraction of a second.

"Such a great guy."

"Did you know he coaches soccer?"

"All that and volunteering at the animal shelter?"

"His wife is so lucky."

So lucky.

I don't know precisely what made his gaze linger upon me that day. Perhaps it was my low-cut top, artfully displaying the cleft between my pale, heavy breasts. Or the skirt that I wore, riding up my thigh when I crossed my long legs. Or maybe he could just sense that underneath my soccer mom facade there lurked a cock-hungry slut. Whatever the motivation, I was thrilled to have been chosen. It started simply, asking me to bring the snack to practice, asking if I could have my kids stay to clean up. Then finally, he invited me to his office, under the pretense of needing an assistant coach.

I arrived at the high school at 5:30, long after the students, staff, and most of the cleaning crew had left. My footsteps echoed in the gymnasium as I walked to his office. I tucked my chestnut hair behind my ear and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

My heart started beating faster as I turned the doorknob. I took a brief moment to smooth the front of my blue sundress, a nervous habit of mine, before entering the room.

"Hi, Coach Dave," I said with a smile.

"Ah, Mrs. Howard, please sit. Give me one moment." He gestured to a folding chair to the side of his desk, facing him. I sat on the cold metal chair, crossing my legs at the ankle. He finished typing whatever he was working on and I took the opportunity to check him out. Grey t-shirt stretched across his chest and emblazoned with the school logo, paired with navy shorts, cut high on his thigh. I swallowed drily and shifted my attention to the various posters and notes on the walls, squirming slightly in my seat.

Finally, he finished his typing with an exaggerated tap of the "return" key, leaned back in his chair, and smiled at me. "I'm so glad you're considering helping me out," he said, folding his hands across his flat stomach, his simple gold wedding band shining in the fluorescent light.

"Well, my kids love you as their coach, so I figured I would do everything I can to, um, be of assistance. What exactly are you needing?"

There was a pause then. A bit too long for a regular conversation. His smile had a wolfish quality to it, and I was suddenly aware of my pulse in my ears, and the wetness forming between my legs.

"Well, Leah. May I call you Leah?" he started, leaning forward in his chair and placing his warm, strong hand on my bare knee. I barely stifled a gasp and he laughed. "The truth is, Leah, I need someone to help me clear my head, especially with championships coming up. I have certain...needs... that simply aren't being met." He squeezed my knee on the word "needs" and I nodded quickly.

He laughed again. "I knew I saw something in you. The first time I saw you, with those tits on display. Oh yes, I noticed," he added when he saw me blush. "Don't pretend you didn't dress up for me. Just like you did today."

His hand slid from my knee up my smooth thigh. "I don't... how can I....um...." I closed my eyes, willing the words to come as I tried not to picture his hands running all over my body. "What can I do for you, Coach?"

"Please, call me Dave. For now." He leaned back, seeming almost reluctant to stop touching me as he explained further. "Things with my wife have become, well, a bit dull. Predictable, if you will. I need someone with a feminine eye to evaluate my technique." He smiled again, devilishly, waiting for my response.

I knit my brow in a bit of confusion. "Like, a video or something?" I glanced at the computer screen.

Dave chuckled. "No, not like a video at all." He held my gaze with his bright eyes. "I want you to watch me fuck my wife tonight. Then later you can... debrief me," he finished with a wave of his hand, as though it were the most simple, banal of tasks.

I don't even know why I considered it. I opened my mouth to protest, but the words didn't come out. Maybe it was because I felt like I was "chosen" over the others. Maybe it was because my husband and I hadn't had more than two minutes of sex in the last 4 months. Or maybe the thought of watching this adonis have sex in front of me actually turned me on. I'd seen his wife a time or two--a short, curvy ice queen with curly blond hair who glared at anyone who even looked at her husband. I didn't blame her, every single mom on that soccer field would get on her knees for Coach Dave, in a heartbeat.

"How would that...I mean....How would I even--" He cut me off with a raised hand.

"Simple. I sneak you into my closet while she's at work tonight. Then, when we're done, she'll take me into the shower like she always does. You sneak out into my workshed. I'll meet you out there."

I looked at him in stunned silence for a moment, unsure what to say.

"Mrs. Howard...Leah," Coach Dave's voice softened as he leaned forward again, rolling his chair closer, our legs intertwined. "Let's not pretend you haven't thought of me, just as much as I've thought of you. All those tasks I volunteered you for? All those times I asked only you to help me? I have seen how eager you can be." As he spoke, his hand slid further up my thigh, under my dress. I opened my legs silently, biting my lower lip.

"Ah, see? There it is," he whispered. "In fact, I'm willing to bet...." His fingers crept quickly under my panties, dancing up my wet folds to my clit. Coach Dave laughed and leaned back, licking his fingers. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned softly.

"Just as I suspected. So, what do you say?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I studied this man, considering what I was about to acquiesce to. But I wanted it. Even just to see him in action, glimpse his naked body.

"Yes," I replied simply.

Part Two: Observation

I showed up right at 6, as instructed, parking a couple houses down. I walked to Coach Dave's house, my heart beating hard, my excuse to my husband echoing in my ears. *Just a girls' night, sweetie. I may be out pretty late. You know how Jayne is when we're drinking.*

It gave me a reason to dress nicely as well, in a low-cut black top and tight, dark-wash jeans. I wore my hair down, in easy waves over my shoulders. I walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked. There was no going back now. The moments between my knock and him answering the door seemed like an eternity, and I considered going back to my car. Calling the whole thing off. Maybe actually going out with Jayne and forgetting all about this silly idea.

Just as I was about to turn to leave, Dave swung the door open. He looked me up and down and smiled broadly. "So punctual," he cooed. He stepped aside to let me in, and locked the door behind me, leaning against the dark wood. I took the opportunity to return the appraising glance, noting that he was wearing a tight t-shirt and soft pajama pants. I could see the bulge leaning leftward, making me wonder if he was wearing any underwear at all.

"I'm not, if that's what you're wondering. Why hinder the action?" He laughed as I blushed, suddenly realizing that my gaze was lingering a bit too long.

"So, where should I...?" I began to ask, looking around.

"Oh, we have a bit of time before all that," he said almost dismissively. "Why don't you have a drink to calm your nerves?" He walked into the living room, where a bottle of whiskey and two glasses were waiting. He poured two, handing one to me before downing the other in a single gulp. I sipped mine, and he shook his head and mimed tipping the cup all the way back. I knocked it back and winced slightly at the bite of alcohol. "Much better," he laughed.

He sat down in a large armchair, looking at me hungrily. "Show me your bra," he said simply.

"What?" I stammered, the booze already buzzing my head slightly.

"Show me what you picked out for me," he said, slightly irritated. "You got dressed to come over here, so whatever you chose underneath that outfit was clearly picked out just for me. I would like to see it."

Of course he was right. I did pick out my entire outfit for him. I don't know why. I was just there to watch, but it made me feel sexy to wear my favorite lace for him. I slowly lifted my shirt, the dark purple contrasting with my milky skin. The edges of the lace cupped my breasts tightly, as though they were being caressed by the flowery pattern. A deep gutteral moan of satisfaction flowed from Coach Dave's throat. He stood up and walked over to me as I put my shirt back down. I could see a large tent in his plaid pajama pants. My eyes widened.

"If we didn't already have a plan in place, I would fuck you right here," he growled into my ear, his cock pushing against my thigh. I held my breath, wondering what would happen next. He grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into his house.

We arrived at the bedroom, a large four-poster bed opposite a closet with plantation shutters. "I'll be here," Dave said, gesturing to the bed, "and you'll be over here," he continued, pointing at the closet. I opened the double doors and saw a chair had been set near the opening.

"Pretty simple. You'll sit here, and peek through the shutters. I've checked. She won't be able to see you. Besides, she'll be....distracted." He finished with another of his wolfish smiles. "Make sure your phone is off. I wouldn't want to blow your cover." I reached into my purse and turned my phone off, dropping my purse next to the chair.

"Leah, I am very thankful that you can do this for me. Perhaps there is something I can do or change to make her want me more. I just don't know."

I couldn't help a flash of confusion from crossing my face. I had a hard time believing any woman wouldn't be interested in having this man inside her in any and all possible ways. Just the thought of it made me squirm slightly, wetness starting to bead up between my legs.

"Of course, Coa--um, Dave."

He opened his mouth to say something, but the rumble of the garage door made him stop. He ushered me into the closet, a finger to his lips. As if I needed a reminder to keep quiet. I sat down slowly on the chair, figuring out the best angle to watch. *This is so weird,* I thought to myself. *What the hell am I doing here?* But I was definitely stuck now. I listened to the sounds of their evening, the muffled voices, laughter, and finally foot steps into the bedroom.

They entered, kissing, Dave aggressively pushing his wife toward the bed. Her blond curls were in one hand while his other grabbed at her heavy breast. "Jesus, Dave," she gasped, as he attacked her neck, "what's gotten into you tonight?"

He brought her around the side of the bed, pushing her down and climbing on top of her, straddling her waist. "I guess I've just been thinking about you and really wanting to take you, hard." Though he was speaking to his wife, he was staring right at the closet door. At me. I had to stifle a gasp.

His wife reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. "Damn, babe, I've never felt you this hard before." She pushed him off of her and slid down to her knees, taking his pants down with her. His cock pointed directly at me, thick, long and impossibly hard. I could see the precum from across the room. I watched her struggle to take even half of it into her mouth. He put a hand on the back of her head, hips thrusting into her face. He pointed at her with his free hand, then at me. I reached up and pinched my nipples through my shirt. What I wouldn't give to be on my knees worshiping that glorious cock. My pussy tingled as I heard his wife gag and sputter. Dave rolled his eyes and pulled her to her feet and stripped her slowly. Her curves jiggled as he spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. She crawled on, on all fours, waving her large ass back and forth like a bitch in heat. "Mmm, fuck me, babe," she moaned.

He knelt on the mattress, lining up his giant cock with her little wet hole. I quietly unbuttoned my pants, slipping a hand inside, probing my own slick folds. "Oh, I want nothing more," Dave said, staring at me. "I've been thinking about your tight little cunt for days."

Hearing him talk so dirty made me clench my thighs together. Fuck. I had never been so incredibly jealous of his wife as I was at this very moment. I wanted that big cock to push slowly into me, not her. I almost groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her. Teasing me. *Just fuck her,* I found myself thinking, *get that big cock inside her.* I rubbed my clit in slow circles.

Dave didn't hold back. He pushed his wife's head down into the bed, facing away from the closet. He lined up his cock and then slammed the whole length into her, hard. She squealed, and I'm not sure if it was all in pleasure. He grinned wickedly in my direction. Clearly, the man loved putting on a show.

There was a mewling noise from his wife. "What's that, babe?" Dave asks. I heard more whiny noises, then he said, "No, I can't take it easy on you. Not tonight. Tonight is special." She murmured something else and he reached under her, presumably to play with her clit. "Don't I always?" he moaned, starting to fuck her hard.

I yanked my shirt up and released my heavy tits, pulling at each nipple in turn. Each thrust from him elicited a squeal from her, and I could see sweat beading on his forehead. He was maybe 10 feet away from me, fucking his wife like a wild animal. I cannot remember a time in my life when I was so turned on.

I watched as his hand moved faster and faster, rubbing her clit feverishly. Not a few moments later, she came, her whole body trembling, her moans muffled by him pushing her into the mattress. He fucked her in long, hard, strokes, grunting and looking at me. "Stop, stop, stop!" his wife cried out. "You know I get too sensitive after I cum." He pulled out of her, his face a mask of annoyance, his cock hard and glistening.

She got up and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll finish you off in the shower." I held my breath as they walked by, her leading him by the wrist. My finger paused over my clit, my tits still out in the air, nipples hard and aching. I dared not make a sound. I stared at Dave, biting his lip in frustration, and I could almost picture the half-hearted handjob that he was about to receive.

The bathroom door closed with a light click and soon after, I heard the water of the shower start. I quietly fixed my clothing and as soon as I thought enough time had passed for them to get into the shower, I slowly pushed open the closet door, grabbing my purse and ready to go home and masturbate furiously. My pussy ached with desire, my clit begged for attention. But then I remembered his words from before: "sneak out to my workshed. I'll meet you there."

I cursed myself silently, but I knew I would obey.

I slipped out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the sliding glass door. I tiptoed across the lawn and pulled open the door to the workshed, expecting wooden benches, tools, and other gardening equipment. Instead, it looked more like a study, with a worn desk, stacks of books, a computer, an old beat up couch, and a small refrigerator. *Different kind of workshed, I guess,* I mused silently.

I waited, thumbing through the books and watching for any sign that he was on his way. Finally, the bedroom light clicked off. A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock and the door swung open. I gasped as Dave walked in, looking at me with lust burning in his eyes.

It was time for the debriefing.

Part 3: Scrutiny

Dave stood in the entrance for a moment, his hair still damp from the shower, lightly disheveled. He was wearing his usual athletic shorts and T-shirt, but also had his glasses on. I can't remember seeing him in his glasses before. It lended a professorial look to him that, in complete honesty, only deepened my already dizzying attraction.

He entered with a smile, then turned and locked the shed door, leaning against it with a sigh.

"Do you see my problem now, Leah? She can barely even satisfy me." He frowned before shrugging and crossing the short distance between us. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell his soap.

"I have so much to give, Leah. So much." I thought at first he was going to kiss me, and my breath caught in my chest. Instead, he turned and waved his hand, saying, "But we'll get to that." I watched him. I really wasn't sure what he wanted from me now. My body was still tingling from everything I had seen and the little bit of touching I had been able to do. I was aching for release, but didn't want to break whatever spell kept this going.

"She tried to finish me off in the shower," he said, plopping into the old sofa, which squeaked under his weight. I sat on the stool by the desk, waiting for him to continue, not daring to say anything.

"I don't know why she thinks I'll be satiated with her unenthusiastic handjobs when what I need is a woman who can take me until I cum deep inside her." He looked deep into my eyes, and I could see the hunger there. I gasped slightly and he chuckled. "Anyway, you're supposed to be telling me your thoughts. So, tell me."

He crossed his arms, waiting, seeming as though he was waiting for me to admit something. The half-smile on his face seemed to betray a hidden knowledge, as though this were all part of the plan from the beginning. I searched for the right words to say. Do I talk about his cock? How the thickness made my mouth water? Do I mention that I rubbed myself when he fucked her, wishing it was me?

"It seemed, uh, a bit brief," I said, lifting one hand in a half-shrug.

"Yeah, no shit." Dave rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "Tell me how it *affected* you, Leah. Did you like when I talked about your tight little pussy when I was about to fuck her?"

"What?" I stammered. Dave laughed at my question, not unkindly, but with an edge.

"Oh come on. You think I wanted you to watch my pathetic sexlife in person for fun? To talk about how unsatisfied she leaves me? That was my appetizer. You're my main course." My surprise and confusion must have been evident on my face, because he continued a bit more strongly.

"Don't pretend that you weren't turned on. I bet you were touching yourself through those jeans, weren't you?" A deep blush crossed my cheeks. "Ooh, under the jeans? Well, this is promising, isn't it?" He started rubbing himself through his shorts, and I stared, watching it grow, resisting the urge to lick my lips like some kind of caricature of a cockhungry slut.

"Dave, I..." I started to protest, looking down at my feet, feeling my resolve crumbling. Seeing his thick cock for the first time, hearing his dirty words to her--to me!--and knowing that I could give him everything he needed, that I wanted to give him everything he needed, well, it was becoming increasingly difficult to play a passive, resistant part.

"Leah," Dave said softly. I looked up, and he had his cock out of his shorts, stroking it slowly. "Get over here and do what I know every fiber of your being is wanting to do." A small bead of precum glistened on the tip of his nearly-hard cock.

I didn't want to deny it anymore. I *couldn't.* I stood and tossed my hair over my shoulder. He parted his knees, allowing me to stand directly in front of him. I lowered myself slowly to my knees, watching his expression change to one of anticipation. His cock swayed slightly as he released it, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. A smile crossed his face, in his typical wolfish fashion, and he bit his lower lip.