I'm a wife-watcher. Pure and simple. Voyeur; peeper; ogler; call it what you will but I'm almost addicted. I think I've always been a wife-watcher. Even before I actually had a wife I would encourage my girlfriends to cheat on me simply so I could watch them get hot and nasty with other men. Occasionally it would work, but more often than not the lady in question would break up with me in less time than it takes a politician to lie to you!
But then I found Kay. A stunning brunette with a wonderful figure, she was introduced to me by a mutual friend at a party. The first thing she said to me was that she knew about my obsession with watching.
"Oh, I see" I said. My eyes dropped to the floor as I anticipated yet another knock back.
"No!" she whispered in a sultry voice, "that's good! I'm a real slut and if you go out with me you'll get to see me fuck all the time!"
My eyes lit up immediately as I looked up into her pretty, smiling face. I could hardly believe what was being said to me and by such an attractive woman.
Kay and I dated for six months before we actually got married. It was a great time for me - for both of us. Kay was true to her word; she was a complete slut and extremely highly sexed. I watched her have sex with old men and with young men. I watched her suck their cocks, I watched them lick and tongue her constantly wet pussy. She would give hand-jobs in dark alleys and blow-jobs in public bathrooms. She would take cock in her pussy, her ass and between her perfect tits. On a few occasions I even watched her give foot-jobs wearing silky black stockings. It was such a turn-on to hear her "dates" groan out their pleasure as they shot their sticky loads over her stockinged toes!
Kay was the one who really wanted us to get married. I wasn't that keen at first, thinking that once we made everything legal, she might become less interested in her "performances", but once she assured me that "cheating" on a husband would be much more exciting than on a boyfriend, I willingly agreed to the nuptials.
As the wedding drew ever closer, I brought up the subject of what Kay would like from me for a present.
"Don't worry, baby," she smiled at me seductively and winked, "It's all taken care of!"
I frowned. As far as I was concerned it was up to me to purchase the diamond jewellery or sports car or whatever she wanted.
"But I want to choose something for you." I complained
"Just trust me, Harry. Believe me, what I have in store will be a great present for both of us!"
The wedding passed smoothly enough and, as we jetted off for our honeymoon in the Bahamas the following day, I couldn't help remembering the conversation about the wedding present. Every time I brought the subject up, my new bride would smile sexily and urge me to be patient.
The hotel was wonderful. I had booked a large suite on the top floor so that we could both enjoy uninterrupted views of the sparkling blue ocean. After we had unpacked it was late in the afternoon. I was a little fatigued but Kay wanted to get out around the hotel gardens. I kissed her lightly on the lips and watched her leave the room wearing nothing but a skimpy red bikini and high heeled red sandals. My cock hardened as my eyes followed her tight, swaying butt as she closed the door behind her. I stripped and lay down on the bed listening to the overhead fan swish the warm air around the room. I tried closing my eyes in the hope of a quick nap before dinner but the image of my sexy wife wouldn't leave me. My hard cock lay against my stomach and I toyed with it listlessly. I was tempted by the thought of a quick masturbation session before my wife returned but couldn't quite get the mood right. I decided that there was too much light in the room and, hauling my body from the comfortable bed, I went to close the drapes.
I looked out of the window and down at the beautifully landscaped gardens beneath me. A few people were wandering around the pool and surrounding areas and soaking up the last of the warm afternoon sun. I was about to close the drapes when I spotted the familiar figure of Kay as she rounded the corner.
I don't know why, but something told me that I should keep looking. I pulled a pair of binoculars from the draw and focused them on her. Kay looked so good as she sat on a bench and lay back allowing the sun to play over her pale skin and I could feel my erection defying gravity again. I caught my breath for a moment. As I looked down, A tall, good looking man suddenly joined her. He was dressed for the weather and sported only a pair of cut-off shorts and a white sports vest. A gold necklace hung from his neck and glistened brightly against his jet black skin.
As I continued to watch, the couple seemed deep in conversation. The black man's face was close to my wife and he seemed to be whispering in my ear. I felt a sudden, unexpected twinge. I had never before felt jealous of Kay and her affairs, but she had always before insisted that I watch. Would she actually entertain a man behind my back? And on our honeymoon?
After a few more minutes of conversation, Kay and her new friend stood from the bench and began to walk back to the hotel entrance. My mind was filled with visions of him taking her back to his hotel room and fucking her over and over again while they secretly laughed at me.
Still naked, I sat on the bed and wondered what I should do. I guessed that the black guy was a hotel employee. Should I call the manager and report him? Have him fired? But as far as the management were concerned he had just been talking to her - no crime in that - it was only me, I reasoned, that knew how much of a slut my wife was!
As the thoughts kept spinning through my head I heard the door to our suite open. My heart almost leapt for joy - She hadn't gone back to his room with him after all! In my excitement to leap from the bed and greet my wife, I had forgotten that I was still naked and suddenly found myself looking directly at Kay and the black guy as they closed the door behind them.
"I see you haven't been wasting your time, then?" Kay smiled at me and indicated my semi-hard penis as it swung in front of me.
I found myself suddenly lost for words. It wasn't everyday that a tall, black man stood in your bedroom while you were stark naked.
"This is Adam," my wife continued casually, "I've brought him up here to fuck the living daylights out of me! He's my wedding present to both of us!"
"I...er...saw you....the window.....I thought....." My eyes lowered again as I realised the mistake that I had made.
"Oh, Harry!" Kay admonished me. "You didn't think.....? You know I would never go behind your back. I've planned Adam's little visit for a while. Don't you want to see me get naked and fucked hard by a big black guy?"
I smiled, trying to quickly regain my composure while all the time my heart was beating like a bass drum. I could feel the room suddenly become warmer and couldn't help my cock stiffening another notch. My state of further excitement didn't go unnoticed.
"Guess you like to watch your wife get drilled, huh?" Drawled Adam. "Well sit you down, man and watch Adam as he goes to work!"
In my heart I was delighted. The one thing that I had never seen was Kay getting laid by a black man. I followed Adam's suggestion and sat on the edge of the bed in anticipation.
Kay and Adam lost no time in losing the few clothes that they had on and were both soon as naked as me. I watched Adam's large black hands as they covered my wife's pert breasts as they embraced, his dark skin contrasting wildly with her creamy tit-flesh.
Kay groaned as her lover's fingers curled around her pointed nipple. I watched her close her eyes as the waves of pleasure lapped over her aroused body. The nipple swelled and seemed to redden under his expert touch and his other hand slipped down her body searching out the moist folds of her trimmed pussy. She gasped out loud as his long fingers entered her most private area and I used my hand to rub some of the pre-cum around my cock head that had leaked out.
