[This story involves themes of voyeurism and exhibitionism; specifically it centers on the fantasy of a husband sharing his wife with another man. Be advised that there are explicit descriptions of sexual activity. If you are offended by such material, please do not read further. ALL characters depicted herein are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy the story and appreciate those who take the time to vote and comment.]
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It all started off innocently enough. It really does sound nicer when I phrase it like that, as in reality it started off with me catching a glimpse of Tommy Jordan spying on Kerri as she sunned out by the pool. I could have nipped it right then and there, no problem.
But then I wouldn't be telling this story...
It was the first week of June, last year. The weather was nice and Kerri, my wife of nearly fourteen years, was out where she usually is on sunny afternoons; cranked back on the lounger, catching some rays. Our two girls had just left for their two-week stint at camp and I'd taken some of my vacation time so that we could do some things, just her and I.
I was upstairs that day, wrapping up some pending business on an account, feeling lazy, looking forward to our trip into the city tomorrow. I absently glanced down at my wife. She was in the bikini that I liked; the aqua one with the sea-shells. Her paperback was tucked down at her side, her thumb wedged in to mark her page. She was snoozing.
"You do look good, babe," I muttered appreciatively, turning back to the computer. That's when I saw him, a shadow really, a rustle of curtains on the second floor of our neighbor's house that caught my attention. I leaned forward just a bit, craning my neck to get a better view. It was Allen's kid, Tommy; I got a good glimpse of him as he came closer to his window. It didn't take a leap to see that he was staring down at my Kerri.
"Pervert," I mouthed, more amused than angry at his voyeur routine. Hell, I was a horned-out kid back in the day—actually back in the Carter administration.
I watched for awhile longer, seeing him come clearly into view, his face drifting closer to the pane, his breath actually fogging the glass at points. He was very intent, no doubts on that count. I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on and wondered if the little fucker was totally naked, if he was whacking himself off over there, stroking his dick to the sight of my napping wife. He sure as hell seemed to be doing something over there besides taking in the view.
It was maybe only two or three minutes from start to finish. The kid was definitely jacking himself; his features tightening, his head snapping back convulsively, eyes clamped.
And then he was gone, backing from the window like a ghost. A ghost who'd evidently just shot a wad while peeping on my cute little honey.
"Son of a bitch," I whispered with more than a hint of twisted admiration, shaking my head. I looked back down at Kerri. She was still in dreamland, her mouth slackened, the novel dropped onto the grass.
We'd been neighbors with the Jordan's for over seven years now; Tommy had actually been a student of Kerri's when she was teaching seventh grade a few years back. I found myself looking over to the window as I settled in to finish up my work, work I was not really able to concentrate on now. The little shit had totally scattered my thoughts, he really had. I kept looking over at their house—was I wanting to see him back there, or what?
After a bit I switched the computer off, finally waving the white flag on it. I looked over at the Jordan's house one more time, and then started downstairs. I was a bit surprised that something like that had sparked me. I went to the fridge and took two bottles of Fiji out, again taking the opportunity to look up at their house from the window over the sink, no one watching.
"Sleepy head," I said as I bent over the lounge chair, touching the sweating square-sided bottle to Kerri's navel, watching her jump awake at the chill.
"Jerk," she laughed, slapping at my leg as she took the water from my hand.
"Want to do something?" I asked, taking a seat on the chair next to hers.
"Like what?"
"You know, just something," I answered, cocking an eyebrow.
"Something like what?" she asked with a drowsy coyness, taking a long, languid swallow of cold water.
"Something..."
"Does it involve me being stripped?"
"Definitely involves that."
"Umm, I like being stripped."
"I've heard that about you."
"You have? So who's been giving away my secrets?"
"Oh, lots of guys."
"And after I tell 'em to keep quiet so my husband doesn't find out," she whispered dreamily, swinging herself up off the chaise and starting off towards the house without another word. I caught myself looking up at the Jordan's house as I crossed the yard, half expecting to see Tommy's face to be peering down at us.
"You're a horny little boy today," Kerri teased breathlessly as we finally came together at the top of the staircase, her long fingers tracing down the front of my trousers, finding me fully engorged, encircling my bent shaft though the thin fabric.
"I was watching you out by the pool," I said, suddenly pressing her, backing her into our bedroom.
"You're a peeping tom then," she said, wagging a playful finger in my face.
I grabbed a handful of silky hair and tugged her head back, just touching my lips to hers by the slightest as I reached behind and roughly undid her bikini top.
"Did it make you wanna fuck me," she breathed, winching a bit as I gave her head another sharp yank.
I had her briefs coming off then; there was a modest ruffle at the waistband, that perfect tangle of coarse dark hair down between her legs. I felt that warm swell at a spot just north of my stomach, that delicious, almost syrupy, rush of blood though my head.
"Easy," she said, shoved down onto the bed beneath me, my body instantly crushing atop hers.
"Okay," I said, pulling myself back from it. I lifted up off her, her fingers fumbling the buckle of my belt, trailing the zipper down, tussling with my boxers. That smooth palm of hers at last enveloping my liberated shaft, coaxing it to seemingly new levels of hardness. This chick of mine was terrific, she really was. Her breasts were smallish, still pretty firm after nursing two kids off them. She had a long, gorgeous body, sleek and muscular in the legs, her belly slightly rounded and smooth.
"Give me..."
I knew what she wanted before she said it, that she was not a maven for drawn-out lovemaking. I went down her body with a deliberate purpose, no more kissing, just my hands on her warm, sun-dappled skin, burying my mouth into her richly luxuriant pelt, finding her moist already, that wonderful nub swelling as I gently touched my tongue to it.
"Oh, Christ..."
She tensed with the words, a sharp inhalation, as if her breath was bitten off.
I licked her the way she liked, working my tongue into her like a maestro, deep, tracing out the heavy labial folds, again and again coming back in on that stiffened clit, dancing over it with, sucking it...
"In me, in me now," she half-moaned, tugging me up with two fistfuls of hair.
I heaved myself upwards, pulling my shirt up over my head and flinging it across the room, my trousers riding down at my knees, positioning my cock against her, that familiar mossy wetness as I entered her, driving my cock into her sodden cunt with one powerful thrust.
"Easy, easy," she rasped, her eyes fluttering with the shock of it.
"I wanted to fuck you so bad," I whispered, holding myself stock still for a moment. I listened to her breathing and started in on her with a slow rocking rhythm, my cock working back and forth just an inch or so with each thrust, feeling her start to parry with her hips, meeting me, deepening my strokes.
"Go harder."
"You had somebody watching you out by the pool," I heard myself say, not having thought about it till the words were out.
"Harder now, go real hard."
I slowed my pace, actually halting for several seconds, feeling the desperate effort as she tried to shift her hips along my cock. I drew outwards, almost to the point of being free, and then drove myself home with all my strength—a startled bleat, her body arching up beneath me.
