5. What Went on in the Guest Room.
As I trotted around the side of the house, the fog was becoming even thicker. This made it a fairly dark night. In fact, the only light in the back yard was coming from our guest room window. The blinds were closed, but a narrow beam of light streamed through the four-inch opening in a slat that I'd made some time ago. I'd done this, of course, to create a viewing place for a voyeur like me.
I've written elsewhere about how I used this viewing place three other times: once to watch my wife with a teenager ["My Wife and the Teenager"], once to fuck her myself while the same teenager peeped in on us, and a third time to watch her with a guy she'd picked up in a bar ["My Wife's Convention Adventure"].
Pushing past a lilac bush and stepping up to the guest room window, I was immediately treated to a view of most of the room, all but the right corner of it and (to my left) the area by the small bathroom. Nancy had turned on the table lamp to the right of the double bed.
Ben was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his neck. He'd taken off his briefs and I noticed that his erection had pretty much subsided. His cock, resting on his left thigh, was still pretty impressive, though. He had a thick swatch of red pubic hair that I hadn't noticed before.
Nancy was still out of my sight in the bathroom, where I could hear the shower running. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. Several times I heard her actually singing in the shower stall.
Then, as the pipes in our old house groaned, she turned the shower off. I watched Ben's eyes go to the door of bathroom. What was he thinking? Had they already talked about what might happen after her shower? Did she know he was waiting for her on the bed totally naked? I could almost see him thinking: Would her reluctance to have an orgasm with him dissolve when they were alone together? Would her insistence on not having actual intercourse weaken?
From our separate locations, Ben and I listened to Nancy climb out of the shower stall and open the bathroom door. I watched as a small gust of steam escaped into the guest room. She could now easily see Ben from the bathroom door. I heard her laugh and say, "Wow, you sure look relaxed there."
He smiled at her and brought his right hand down to his cock as though trying to at least partially hide it from her. His hand fully covered his scrotum but the shaft of his cock, no longer erect but already beginning to enlarge, still rested on his thigh.
A few seconds later, Nancy appeared from the left side of my field of vision. She'd wrapped her body in a beach towel and had her hair up under another smaller towel. The beach towel was folded above her breasts somehow so it wouldn't fall down while, raising both arms, she dried her hair with the smaller towel.
She stood awhile at the bottom of bed, with her back to me, talking to Ben. She then walked over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed and turned on a radio we keep there. She sat down on the bed with her back to Ben and fiddled with the radio until she found a classical music station.
Then, still sitting on the side of the bed, she resumed drying her hair with the small towel. She did this pretty vigorously and the motion of her arms caused the beach towel to loosen and fall down around her waist. She laughed and said "Oops" loud enough that I could hear it through the window. Now topless, she continued sitting with her back to Ben as she finished towel-drying her hair.
When she finally turned around to face him, I heard him say something that ended, I think, with his calling her "beautiful." He then suddenly rolled his body toward her, reached out and gripped Nancy around the waist, and yanked her (as she laughed and squealed) from the side to the middle of the bed. This happened so fast that her beach towel fell off her and on to the floor next to the bed.
Soon the two of them, stark naked, were clutching one another and rolling around much as they'd done (in their underwear) in the living room. After ten seconds or so of this, though, they arrived at a temporary resting place. I was then treated, for several minutes, to the sight of my naked wife lying face-to-face with a very good-looking naked man who was again sporting a full erection. (Yes, it was back. While watching Nancy hand-drying his hair, Ben had regrown his cock to its former size.)
They were kissing again. As he kissed my wife, Ben slid his right hand up and down her gorgeous body. His hand finally settled around her left ass cheek. He caressed and kneaded her ass for quite a while, but soon his fingers found their way between her ass cheeks. I watched them slide over her asshole and down to her cunt. I heard Nancy gasp as Ben inserted both his index and middle fingers all the way into her.
They kept kissing as he slowly finger-fucked her. He was thrusting his pelvis against her, too. But her left leg, which she'd thrown over his (to give him freer access to her crotch, I think), briefly hid his erection from me. So I couldn't see if his cock was making contact with her or not.
It suddenly occurred to me, as I felt my erection growing in my pants, how odd or suspicious I'd look to anyone watching me. I straightened up and looked around. Very dim lights were on in the neighbors' houses on either side of us, but the brick fence on one side of our yard and the shrubbery on the other side made it difficult, if not quite impossible, for someone in their yards to see into ours. A taller brick fence at the back of our house was way too tall to look over.
So, reasonably sure no one could see me, I dropped my pants and briefs to my ankles and peered back into the guest room.
While I was taking a look around the yard, Ben had moved so that he was now on his knees next to Nancy. She was now lying on her back with her feet toward me and her legs spread. Ben still had two fingers in her and was slowly running them in and out. And his left hand was caressing her right breast.
After about thirty seconds of lying flat on her back letting Ben finger-fuck her, my wife bent her knees upward and spread her legs a bit wider apart. Lifting her head to watch what he was doing to her, she began pushing her cunt up against his hand in little fuck motions. I noticed that she had her brow furrowed and looked somehow worried. But she wasn't, of course. I knew that she was just concentrating on how good his fingers felt working their way in and out of her.
Knowing how orgasmic she is, I wondered how close she was to cumming.
Meanwhile, I had my hard cock in my right hand slowly jerking off. Watching this lucky bastard playing with my wife's naked body was getting me very excited.
Ben kept finger-fucking Nancy, but he soon stopped playing with her breasts and leaned forward over her lower body to get a closer look at how her cunt looked as he fingered it. Then, after about thirty seconds of this, he moved very quickly down near the foot of the bed, crawled between her legs, and pressed his head up between Nancy's thighs, which were now spread wide apart. Nancy immediately made a little squealing noise as he began kissing and tonguing her cunt.
For the next two or three minutes, I was limited to a rear view of Ben's head as he performed very thorough cunnilingus on my wife. When he occasionally rolled his head slightly to one side or the other, though, I could easily see his jaw working. Just over his shoulders I got several glimpses of Nancy's upper body and face. She alternated between looking down at what Ben was doing to her and ecstatically throwing her head back on her pillow.
She was obviously loving it. I heard her groan several times and once she said something to Ben, but I couldn't make out actual words. The music was a bit too loud.
