Chapter- 1 (Our beginning)
One of the things I really got off on when I was in high school was watching hot girls and women getting undressed for bed. I even pursued this hobby for a couple years in college. I need to explain what I mean by 'watching'; I was a voyeur, a serious voyeur. I engaged in serious peeping on a lot of girls I grew up with, dated and even girls that I happened to see while at the store or that I saw driving in their cars. I'd follow them when home and come back that later that evening to see if they qualified as a 'prospect'.
I based a good prospect upon her appearance and also where her bedroom and bathroom windows were located. If the family had a dog that barked or was a nuisance the girl or woman was not a prospect. Similarly, if the blinds or drapes were closed effectively, rendering it impossible for me to 'peep', they were not a prospect. Finally, I preferred a house with poor exterior lighting over a house that had adequate lighting or a noisy neighbor. I didn't want to be silhouetted with my dick in my hand. I knew there wasn't any need to take chances. There were too many girls, women and couples to satisfy my fetish.
I was good as a voyeur and I never got caught although I had a few close calls. I ran track in high school and I was fast. I ran a respectable 220 yard dash. On one particular occasion I was peeping on a high school graduate with a kick ass body. I was across the street scoping out her house and the adjoining houses when a squad car stopped in the middle of the darkened street. A policeman jumped out of the vehicle and he was carrying a shotgun. That night I ran my fastest mile.
I was always careful and I thought a situation through before I hit a new house. I didn't like fences but if there was no lock that was not a problem. I liked two 'escape routes' and I didn't park my car in the same block I was 'working'. I preferred an alley to a street and heavy vegetation to well-trimmed landscape. I even fed several dogs if the 'subject' appeared to be worth my effort. I saw a lot of exciting things that I found sexually arousing. You'd be surprised what 'nice' girls do at night. I watched girls playing with themselves or another girl and masturbating or couples fucking. I would masturbate while I watched them. Watching a girl or couple gave me a strange sense of power excited me erotically. Finally, I knew it was perverted or sick, but I didn't care.
For some reason, after I married I began to experience similar feelings to those I'd had in high school and later. I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Janet, with another man. I knew a lot of men felt that way and it didn't go anywhere. I believe my feelings were stronger as a result of my little perversion which I'd enjoyed. I had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch a well- endowed man violating my sweet wife. I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she'd become so turned on she wanted it too. I honestly couldn't stop myself and I felt helpless in the face of this overpowering desire, which I knew was terribly wrong. No matter how much I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, I couldn't. Every time we went out in public other men were constantly looking at my wife. They had always looked at her because my wife, Janet, exudes sex and she doesn't even know it or at least at first she didn't. This went on for over a year and a half and ultimately I realized I couldn't control my desires.
I had sought counseling at Minirth Clinic but I had been intimidated. I couldn't open up and share these feelings with my therapist. I mean, how can you tell a psychiatrist you want to watch your innocent young wife being fucked senseless by another man? Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless, not to mention a waste of money. I rationalized this and concluded I might as well "forget it". I was helpless and weak before the compulsion which consumed me. I read about other couples on the internet and in books and finally I opened up and shared my feelings with my young wife. I was embarrassed and apologetic, but I was honest as I told Janet I wanted to watch another man pleasure her. My innocent young wife was shocked, angry and hurt; she thought I didn't love her and this predictably led to marital strife.
Finally, we quit talking about it but these feelings grew stronger. When we made love I'd visualize that it was another man pleasuring her and making her orgasm. It didn't matter Janet had been shocked when I first shared my idea with her. Her thought about marriage was the traditional couple with the white picket fence and all that. I'd known my suggestion could destroy her innocence as surely as the apple Eve had tasted destroyed her innocence.
It's not that Janet and I had a poor sex life. We had a great sex life and she loved sex as much as any girl I'd ever met. Sometimes, during our engagement we'd spend the entire afternoon in bed and she especially enjoyed oral sex. I could make her cum as much as fourteen or fifteen times. She loves sucking cock and she's fantastic at deep throating my swollen eight-inch dick.
She's sucked cock since junior high school and on one occasion she'd been sucking her boyfriend's dick. They were both dressed when he expectedly came in her mouth. Her mouth was full of his cum and she didn't want to get it on her clothing so she swallowed it. She discovered she loved the taste of cum. Since that time she's always swallowed guys' semen.
Janet is thirty-three and most all of her friends have always considered her to be 'hot' whatever that means. She is five feet seven inches tall and her long shapely legs lead up to 36 inch thighs that narrows to a 24 inch waist and then flares out to 34 C sized breasts capped by sensitive, mauve colored nipples. She's pretty in that traditional all American girl type way. She has a cute little nose, naïve blue eyes, straight teeth and an innocent face framed by dishwater blond hair which she wears down upon her shoulders.
I determined I'd change Janet's mind, one way or another; I couldn't stop myself. Janet's innocence had always excited me. She's ten years younger than I am. I met her when she was twenty-two and she'd had limited sexual experience in that she had been to bed with only one guy and he'd only been interested in his satisfaction. He'd never taken the time to please her sexually and teach her even the basics of making love. The first time I fucked her she literally went crazy. She'd never been properly fucked and I felt like I was violating a child. From the beginning, I discovered that Janet was an extremely sensual person and once I got her going she didn't want to stop. There was a lot she'd never experienced and I enjoyed teaching her a few things and she learned fast.
That's when I began to buy her clothing at Victoria's Secret and the Electric Boutique, a store on Northwest Highway that specializes in club wear for swingers and strippers or 'exotic dancers'. I bought her a lot of risqué clothing that emphasized Bondage and Domination from Priscilla's, a boutique on lower Greenville Avenue, which catered to wealthy people who had a kinky side. I had never seen her in a pair of T-Backs before and high heels and she looked like a stripper. I purchased Guerlain and all kinds of La Mer makeup at Neiman Marcus at North Park and fragrances at Sephora in the Galleria, two of Dallas's finest shopping malls.
Janet enjoyed getting dressed to go clubbing as much as I enjoyed watching her. For the first time, she discovered she relished in showing off her body and I loved it, too (later this would lead to public sex, a fetish she developed on her own). She didn't understand how sexy she was or recognize the interest other men had, but I noticed them ogling and lusting after her.
While she initially didn't understand the effect she had upon other men; by the time she did understand, she enjoyed it so much that she continued dressing up for them or me or perhaps herself. It seemed that it wasn't long before she began to dressing even more suggestively. But I didn't mind; I loved exposing her to other men.
Janet's tits look like they're trying to burst through whatever she's wearing and they defy all gravitational laws. Her long mauve colored nipples are almost always erect and delightfully noticeable. I have never known her to wear a bra since the day we met except to work or when she is jogging because she's never liked them. I enjoy seeing her erect nipples through her thin blouses and tube tops like most other red blooded males. It was about six months before I asked her 'not to wear panties when we went partying'. After several weeks of discussion she finally agreed. I found it stimulating knowing my attractive wife was naked under her cocktail dress or blouse and short skirt when we went clubbing and she realized she liked not having panty lines showing. She even told me that she felt a little wicked.
Janet and I went out every weekend to the hottest clubs and night spots in Addison and Dallas I could find. Janet was playing dress up every weekend and the new, revealing clothing I'd bought for her turned us both on. She attracted the attention of not only a lot of men in these clubs, but also a few women, as well. She began to take more time getting dressed when she realized the effect she had on other men. She really liked that and I called her a 'prick tease'. It had become more than a game with her after she'd told me, "She hadn't realized how much she missed being with other men".
Sometimes driving home after an evening clubbing I'd place my hand on her thigh and slide it up to her cleanly shaved pussy. When I'd slide my middle fingers inside her she would be dripping and need to be fucked. I continued to share the idea of sex with another man with her and I knew the thought excited her. In the back of her mind, I think she couldn't stop thinking about another man fucking her. If that wasn't proof enough, when we got home to make love sometimes I'd be a little slow hanging up my clothes in the work-out bedroom closet. She'd be naked waiting for me when I walked into our bedroom; it didn't take any time for her to take off her cocktail dress and she was naked underneath it. Before I entered I'd peak in and see her furiously masturbating herself. Her hand was buried in her vagina. She had two fingers buried in her pussy as she moaned and pinched her nipples with her thumbs and fore fingers.
