I have always loved watching Lydia in action. She is so passionate in her lovemaking and you can see her true love of cock by the look on her face and in her moans of ecstasy. She is truly a delight to see and I watch her homemade videos often while masturbating.
Lydia meets most of her lovers through one of the Internet sites that specializes in meeting for sex. Normally she'll invite them to our house after she's chatted with them for a while and gotten to know them. I will ensure I'm not home for the first meeting and then if there is a second I will stick around to watch and maybe join in. She always makes a video for me to watch the action, though.
Lydia had been exchanging emails with John, a married professional, for a few weeks and decided it was time to get together with him. I told her I wanted to try something different this time. Instead of him coming straight to the house I told her to meet him at a bar so that I could expand my voyeurism. I wanted to view the entire interaction from first meeting to first fucking. Lydia agreed it would be fun and a nice change from the routine, and a date was set.
They were to meet Friday night at a popular Blues bar close to our home at 8. Lydia and I were going to get there early so that John wouldn't know we were together. He knew she was married, but didn't know what I looked like, and thought I was out of town.
When the big night came I picked out a sexy outfit for Lydia to wear. It was a tight white halter that her dark Asian nipples easily shown through coupled with a black, clinging skirt that came down only about four inches below her pussy. Under the skirt was a black, see-through thong that hid nothing from even the casual observer.
We took separate cars and sat next to each other at the bar. It was moderately crowded and more than a couple guys had noticed Lydia the minute she walked in. A few tried chatting her up, but were quickly brushed off. Lydia casually mentioned that one or two would have gotten lucky if she weren't meeting John.
A few minutes before 8 Lydia quietly said, "There he is."
I turned to see John walking towards Lydia with a big smile on his face. His eyes were wandering up and down her frame with obvious approval. When he got to where we were sitting they gave each other a polite kiss on cheek. I noticed he had put his hand on her exposed thigh when he leaned down to kiss her and it stayed there quite a bit longer than the peck on the cheek lasted.
John was a very handsome dark-skinned black man. He stood over six-feet tall and was a muscular 200 pounds. He had a winning smile and personality that was making Lydia melt immediately.
John mentioned how sexy she looked and sat in the barstool on the other side of Lydia from where I was sitting. Lydia turned her seat to face John, placing her feet on the railing of his stool and keeping her knees slightly apart for maximum effect. He was enjoying the view and soon his hand was back on her bare thigh, his dark skin contrasting beautifully with her light Japanese complexion.
I tried to act as uninterested as possible while listening to their chitchat. Since Lydia's back was to me I couldn't tell exactly what John's hand was doing, but it was obvious that he was lightly massaging her thigh. Her hand was resting on his wrist letting him know she enjoyed his caress.
John excused himself to go to the restroom. As he walked past I noticed a prominent bulge in his slacks. I had seen the pictures of his cock that he had sent Lydia and the bulge confirmed that the monster was really his.
Lydia turned towards the bar and quietly told how wet she was. John's fingers had gone under her skirt and had been brushing against her panties from time to time. With the side view I now had I could see how hard her nipples were. I wanted to pull up her shirt right there and suck on them.
When John came back Lydia turned her stool away from me again. When he sat down he pulled his seat closer so that they were sitting about as close as they could get. He sat so that his knees were spread on either side of her legs, placing her firmly under his control. Again his hand went to her thigh.
Lydia sat more towards the edge of the seat-cushion and leaned back against the back of the stool offering John easier access to her treasures. He appeared to be taking full advantage of her position. Even though they were still making small talk, Lydia's body movement told me she was getting very hot.
As my view of the action was being blocked, I chose to move to a better location. There was a small table a few feet that I moved to. It placed me so that I could see Lydia's face and put me eye-level with her pussy. From my new vantagepoint I could see how much more visible Lydia's nipples and areola were from being hard. Her top no longer did anything to hide them from view. John's hand was high on her thigh and caressing her. I could tell whenever his finger brushed against her pussy by the sharp intake of breath.
Lydia sat up straight and leaned on John's muscular thighs. They gave each other soft kisses while continuing to chat. Every now and then I saw her rub across his bulge with her fingers. It was a sly movement of her hand that was hardly noticeable to anyone but John and I. You could see it had the same effect on him that his fingers had had on her earlier.
It was now Lydia's turn to excuse herself. I chuckled to myself when I saw John trying to slyly reposition his aching hard-on to a more comfortable spot. The poor guy was hurting, but I didn't feel sorry for him. Lydia was going to take care of any discomfort he had once they got to the house.
When Lydia returned I noticed she had something in her hand. She stood between John's legs instead of sitting down. She pressed something into his hand and as he opened his hand to look at it I saw it was her soaked panties. From where I sat I could see the glistening of her juices in the crotch, then he put them in his pocket. She leaned forward to kiss him and his hands went down to her ass. He was kneading her ass cheeks until their passionate kiss was finished.
Lydia decided to give me a little show. She remained standing between John's legs, but turned to face me. She placed one of her feet up on the railing and allowed her skirt to ride up her legs. I had a full view of her wet, naked pussy. I could see her juice starting to run down her leg. Her labia were puffy and opening up as they always do when she is ready for action.
She held that pose and leaned back against John's leg. His hand went back to her thigh not realizing what she was doing to me. I noticed his finger gently rubbing against her protruding clit. My cock was getting so hard now that I was actually empathizing with his discomfort.
I gave Lydia a nod, our signal that it was time, and headed to the door. When I got home I headed straight for the bedroom. In the large walk-in closet was a chair and camcorder. I could easily see the bed through the slats in the door while remaining hidden so I sat back and relaxed while waiting for the lovers to get home.
The front door opened about 10 minutes after I got home. I heard sounds of passionate kissing as soon as the door shut, then I heard Lydia say, "In the bedroom."
When Lydia led John into the bedroom I saw his pants were really tented and I could see pussy juice running down the inside of my wife's thigh almost halfway to her knee. They had definitely worked each other into a frenzy.
