We went upstairs and lay on the bed, while the evening sunlight streamed through the window. I slipped my hands up the back of Linda's tennis shirt, feeling for her bra-strap. She wasn't wearing one! She giggled.
"There didn't seem to be much point," she said. "I've been round at Jennifer's pool most of the afternoon."
"Were you – naked?" I whispered, thinking I was being cunning, feigning ignorance. Linda nodded, as my hands crept under the front of her shirt and jiggled her braless breasts.
"So was Jennifer," she said. "Don't you wish you could put your hands under her shirt, like this? Give her big tits a squeeze?"
"Yes," I breathed. "Did she get them squeezed at that dinner party?"
"No," said Linda. "Nobody tried to touch her – but I suppose Peter did, when they got home!"
Her hand crept down to my cock again, and she unzipped my trousers and slipped it inside.
"How do you know Peter doesn't watch you when you're sunbathing – up there?" I asked.
Linda went quiet, then said – "If it hadn't been for what Jennifer told me today, I'd have said - 'because she would make sure he couldn't' - , but now ..."
"Now?" I said. "Now – you're not so sure?"
"I think she'd try to make sure we only did it when he's not around, but I think, if he actually told her to fix it, she wouldn't be able to refuse him. You wouldn't believe how much she does what she's told!"
"So she could have done it already?"
"What?"
"Fixed it for him to spy on you – when you were naked!"
Again, Linda went quiet. Then she took my cock out of my trousers and said, softly – "And how would you feel, if she had?"
I felt my cock jerk, despite my attempts to stop it. Linda felt it, too, and her fingers held it a little more tightly. Then I felt them move up and down the rigid shaft.
"He could, you know," she whispered. "All the first floor windows at the back of the house have a clear view of where we sit. Oh, Jennifer always says he's out, but he could be up there, looking down at us. I bet he's even got a pair of binoculars, so he could be seeing me as close as you are now – looking at my tits, or between my legs. He could be looking right up my cunt!"
I felt the pressure building up in me, and I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my prick. She laughed, softly.
"You were really turned on when I told you about the boys feeling my tits, before I met you, weren't you?" she asked. "And now," she pressed on, relentlessly, "you're thinking about Peter spying on me, while I'm lying beside his pool – naked!"
I tried to deny it. I had been trying to deny it to myself for weeks, but the thudding of my heart betrayed me. I shook my head, miserably.
"It excites me, you know," Linda said, gently, her hand creeping inside my shirt, "thinking that you're turned on by the thought of me – with someone else."
"I'm not!" I tried to protest.
"Your cock says different," she murmured. It had softened a little and she put her hand back on it, holding it lightly between her fingers. My perfidious cock stiffened again and Linda bent her head and kissed the end of it. She looked up into my face.
"Now you just lie there," she smiled "and think about Peter, standing at the bedroom window, with his binoculars pointing between my legs, and playing with his big hard cock while he stares at my open vagina."
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From then on, bedtime became story time. Linda had been, by the standards of the day, a pretty sexually active teenager and, while a lot of her stories were just about guys who had had one-on-one feels of her tits in the cinema, or in the lane behind her house, others were more daring, occasionally involving hands going up her thighs, inside her panties, and stroking her moist young vagina.
I knew she wasn't a virgin when I met her, but I had never asked for details of who had been there before me, and she never went as far as describing being fucked. She didn't need to – once I could picture the scene as one of these boys managed to undo her bra and get his hands on her fresh young tits, it was only a matter of time before I shot my load inside her, or, less often, onto her body, with her strong little hand milking every last drop of cum out of me.
And, every so often, the story would be a little more sexy – like the time when she went out with an older guy in a foursome, which ended up with the four of them in one car. Linda was in the back seat with her bloke, with the other couple in the front. Linda had only met the other two that night – the two boys were mates – so, although this guy had had her bra off before, she stopped him, at first, when he tried to feel her tits. Then she saw that the other girl was getting hers felt, and relented.
But, as soon as he had her tits out, her date grabbed her arms and invited his mate to have a look at them. The boy and the girl in front both turned and leaned over the back of their seat, and the girl told him to have a feel, if he wanted to. So he leaned over and squeezed Linda's tits, then the other two came into the back seat, as well, and both girls were stripped naked to the waist, and had their tits felt by each of the boys.
Linda said she was too shy, and frightened, to really protest and it was only because the other girl wouldn't let either of the boys get his hand up her skirt that Linda didn't have to contend with their hands trying to get into her knickers.
As she had guessed, though, her story really hit the button with me and, because it was a long time ago, she now remembered it as much more sexy than scary.
I also kept using my key to spy on the St Clairs' pool. Sometimes I called by when I knew Linda wouldn't be there, just on the off-chance. To be truthful, I was finding that spying on just Linda and Jennifer was becoming a bit routine. Twice, I was rewarded by seeing a third woman in their company – both members of the tennis club and, while neither of them was spectacular to look at, it was a real thrill to see them without their clothes, especially when I would see them some other time, with their husband, and children, and could visualise what they looked like, naked.
But, another time, I had a kind of a bad experience. When I arrived, there were two nude female figures swimming in the pool. I didn't recognise them, in the water, then they pulled themselves out. I focussed my glasses on the taller one. She was slim, with long dark hair clinging damply to her head. She had small firm breasts, with tiny pink nipples, a boyish kind of bottom and a fluffy brown pubic triangle. She was very attractive and my cock reacted predictably, hardening inside my trousers.
Then I realised who they were. They were Jennifer's daughters, Kate and Amy, and I knew, from the tennis club that Kate was still pretty young.
I snatched the glasses down. What was I turning into? It was one thing sneaking a look at naked mature women, but I had had the beginnings of a hard-on, watching a young girl! Even without the glasses, I could see them standing at the side of the pool, talking – and I was sorely tempted to have one more look at Kate's firm little breasts. In self-disgust, I crammed the glasses back in their case, and bolted back to the car.
Once I was safely home, I vowed never to go back. But, an hour later, I had amended that to promising myself to leave straight away if the two youngsters were there. And, later that night, I had practically forgotten the incident altogether.
We had been talking about Peter and Jennifer before we went to bed, and Linda said she had another story about them to tell me, but it would be better told 'later on'.
So I went to bed with a keen sense of anticipation, but, as usual, Linda demanded a lot of foreplay before she started talking. So my middle finger was stroking her clit as she started to talk, and her tale was punctuated with excited little gasps as I occasionally 'hit the spot'.
"It was after they had been in Singapore for almost a year," she started. "They were keen tennis players then, as well, and they were probably pretty good – they were both younger, then, and fitter. They played together in the mixed doubles at the club, and they won the championship. About a week later, Peter came home and said he had entered them in a 'special' competition. Jennifer didn't think much about it, until one of the other wives called her and giggled a lot when she talked about it."
"Jennifer asked her what the joke was, and this other woman eventually said that it was called the 'fast mixed doubles' because it was only the swingers who entered, usually. Jennifer asked why and the woman said that one of the rules was that, when a couple lost, the losing lady had to join both of the men in the shower afterwards!"
Her hand slipped down and cuddled my erection. My mouth drying, I eased my middle finger into the opening of her vagina, and found it soaking! I slipped it inside, and Linda moaned with pleasure, squeezing my penis in her excitement.
