Authors note:
I tried something new for me on this story, I hope it worked out the way I intended and you enjoy it. This is a cuckquean story, with voyeurism as her way to enjoy her kink. There is some light humiliation, but not like in any of my other stories.
A huge thank you to my muses Pamela and Kevin, you two will always be my inspiration and main audience.
Jamie Likes to Watch.
The hotel wasn't new to us, nor was the city to us. Jeff, my sexy husband, and I had "hunted" her before. We call it hunting when we look for another woman for him to be with.
My name is Jamie Smithson, I am forty years old, and I love my husband fucking other women. Sometimes I watch or join in, and sometimes I listen in. I have enjoyed sharing with him for a while now.
I left the hotel bar. After politely refusing drinks and small talk from two different men looking for fun. That was not what I wanted.
I simply slipped out of the bar unnoticed, as we had planned. My husband, Jeff, had seemed to find his date for the night. She was a cute thirty-something brunette with ample breasts threatening to spill out from her red dress. I knew from experience he soon would have her up to his room.
In the elevator, I pulled out her earbuds and synced them to my phone. I put on a sexy podcast as I exited the elevator and walked to my room. My door was right next to my husband's "fun room" door, but not a connecting room.
My panties were already wet. They always got wet when I thought of Jeff taking another woman now. I love our trips to other cities, where Jeff could find other women.
I stripped down to my eighteen-inch gold chain, my panties, and my three-inch heels. Likewise, I laid on the bed and tweaked my nipples as she waited and listened.
The podcast was my favorite episode, where another cuckquean talked about her adventures in the lifestyle. I could relate to the woman on the show, and the host asked good questions.
My phone rang not long after. It was Jeff. I answered right away, listening without talking. I could hear them laughing and then the sound of kissing. Furthermore, I muted my phone, of course, so my eavesdropping would go unnoticed by the new woman.
I soon heard the door to his room open, I then put the earbud into my left ear. Then the wall of my room shook slightly as the door closed. Or was that my imagination?
I pulled on my nipples as I pinched them I heard Jeff and the other woman kiss noisily and moan slightly in my earbuds. I pictured the scene in my mind as I listened.
Through practice, I resisted touching my leaking sex for now. I could hear the rustling of clothing coming off. Then things seemed to go quiet for a moment or two. '
Phone on the nightstand, Jeff?'
I wondered as I stopped playing long enough to make sure he had not hung up.
"Wow baby, you are impressive," came the mystery woman's voice. Jamie just knew the woman had gotten a good look at Jeff's sexy, thick, almost eight-inch cock.
Sloppy slurping sounds came next. I teased her own sex as I listened to my husband getting his cock sucked.
'Is she good Baby?'
As if on cue Jeff said, "Damn that feels so good, Sexy. You are so much better than my wife is." He then moaned as I heard more slurping sounds of oral sex.
My fingers traced over my labia, over my soaked panties as I listened to Jeff receiving and then giving oral sex soon after. I now knew the woman had a trimmed pussy and that she really moaned as her pussy was licked.
'Jeff is an amazing cunt licker. Every woman cums from his oral skills,
I thought as she teased me.
The woman's throaty moans were a perfect song for me as I teased myself. Yes, I would love to watch them but I also adored listening and imagining the action in my mind too.
Soon I heard the woman moan out, "Oh fuck, don't stop. Fuck don't stop I am going to cum!" I rubbed my clit, over my panty, at the sound and thought. My clit throbbed with the arousal and brief attention she received.
After a little small talk by Jeff and the other woman, I could tell he was about to take her. My hand now slipped into her soaked panty as my other hand still pinched, pulled, and twisted my nipple.
For the next twenty-five minutes or so, I listened to Jeff fuck the other woman, as I masturbated. My fingers rubbed up and down my vulva. I teased my clit and traced my honey hole before I plunged two fingers inside my wet, needy pussy.
I finger fucked myself good, applying a little pressure with my palm to my aroused clit as they built up their intensity in the next room.
I freely orgasmed and orgasmed as I listened and played with myself. My body shook as I came as they groaned and moaned as Jeff and the woman fucked hard and rather noisily.
I simply loved it. I had loved it for years by now. At forty, she saw no reason to stop or change. Her forty-three-year-old husband, Jeff, had asked me several times over the years if I wanted to have lovers of my own and if Jamie wanted him to stop. My answers were, "Maybe on occasion but as long as you tell me, I see no reason to stop."
Rarely did I ever have other lovers and I definitely did not want him to stop. Sometimes Jamie joined Jeff with his lovers. Sometimes I came in after to "clean up" as the term goes, even if it was just to clean the woman up. Jeff always came home or to her hotel room at some point to reclaim me and reassure me that he still loved me and I made sure Jeff knew that fact as well.
Beginnings
So how did we start this? Well, it started about fifteen years ago. Jeff and I had been married almost two years at that point. We had discussed fantasies one night and I confessed that the thought of Jeff fucking another woman was a turn-on to me. But the first time was not as I had expected it to be.
Instead of being turned on, I found myself jealous. Yes, I had told Jeff he had a pass to find a lover. Yes, I agreed he could pick anyone as long as he told me about her and when it happened. I thought I wanted it, thought it was my dark turn-on.
But Jeff did it so quickly. '
And I never met her. I know I told him he could but what if she steals him,'
I asked myself like a jealous, insecure schoolgirl.
I spent several days wrestling with my emotions. Ones I never expected to have with this. I withdrew some from Jeff for over a week.
Jeff did what he could to reassure me of his devotion to me, but my mind told me otherwise when I was alone. I wanted to meet this woman but not with Jeff knowing.
After snooping or as I told myself,
'some sleuthing like Nancy Drew'
I had a name and address. Soon I sat in the condo parking lot of the mystery woman.
'Well Chloe Kim, you certainly live in a nice area'
I told myself as I got out of my car.
I approached the door and my confidence waned. Then suddenly the door opened and a brunette stepped out. I was taken aback. '
Is this Her? I mean I am better looking than her,'
I wondered to myself as I eyed the woman who was my height but a little bit heavier.
'Jeff does like curves.'
Then another woman appeared in the doorway. She was shorter, a little younger in appearance with a vaguely Asian appearance as well. I watched from the sidewalk as the women faced each other and I heard what I assumed was Chloe's voice for the first time saying, "I will call you."