To this point, I have related my memories of the major events leading to and reinforcing my desire to watch. The more I learned, the further I wanted Ellie to venture into the lifestyle of a hot wife. I didn't really focus on being the cuckold; rather I focused on how she began to mature as a sexually passionate woman as her experiences expanded her definitions of sexual pleasure. Her sexual evolution did play a part in our own relationship. It, too, evolved as she became comfortable with her lovers and her extra-curricular affairs knowing that I accepted them, even if she did not share them with me.
A few months after our Hot Summer Night with Robert and Charles, I decided it was time for us to have our own hot night. My parents had been asking to spend some time with our child, so I knew we would have a weekend alone in the near future. I made a trip to Victoria's Secrets and bought what I thought was a racy, yet elegant, nightgown for our weekend. I surprised her with it Saturday morning and shared my plan for a weekend of play and sex. Ellie looked at what I bought and shook her head.
"No, that will not do. I need to go shopping today. I will see you tonight," she said. She took the package and left the house, driving away in my car.
Now I wasn't sure what I should do, but I went ahead with my plans for dinner. Ellie did not return until almost dinnertime. I had almost given up on our weekend when she walked in the back door with a shopping bag. I told her I was happy she was back and asked what she had bought.
"Later," she said and disappeared into the bedroom.
"What's for dinner?" Ellie asked when she returned to the kitchen.
"Steak, roasted potatoes, artichokes cooked as you like them, some good wine, and a special desert from your favorite bakery." I replied.
She walked over and kissed me softly. "Ummmm, I may have a better dessert for you. We'll see what you think later. Let me go dress for dinner," she said.
I set the table and she walked back out in her red bikini top and short shorts, open to her crotch, as was her style. Her red high heels clicked on the wood floor.
"I thought you might enjoy this view during dinner." Ellie said. She walked around the living room opening the drapes and then opened the dining room door to the patio. "It is a nice evening, the weather is warm, and the setting sun casts a nice light in the house," she continued.
"Yes, and you are on display to anyone walking or driving past if they look in the house," I thought to myself. She knew that would excite me.
We enjoyed dinner. It had been months since we had been alone, and we enjoyed aimless conversation, soft jazz on the stereo, and fine wine. I served heart-shaped, white chocolate truffles and an aged port for dessert. When we had finished, Ellie rose from the table and started towards the bedroom.
"You clean up while I get my dessert ready. You might want to pour some more port for us when you finish." she said over her shoulder.
I heard her go into the bathroom and the shower begin to flow as I washed dishes. I thought about changing my attire as well. I was wearing cutoffs, a tee shirt, and no shoes. Not fancy, but appropriate for the warm evening. Besides, I didn't know what she had planned.
After an hour, I was beginning to wonder if she would ever reappear. I heard the bathroom door open and then I heard our bedroom door close. Another twenty minutes passed before I heard her high heels on the floor. I turned to look as Ellie walked into the living room. She walked to where she was framed in the windows, the setting sun streaming in behind her.
She was a vision of perfection. Her blond hair draped over her shoulders. She had bought a white bustier with pink satin laced up the front ending in a small bow below her cleavage. Her breasts were encased in transparent cups topped with a delicate lace. The bone (well, plastic I suppose) stays lifted her breasts from below. Her nipples stood out hard and straining through the thin covering. Garter straps ran down to sheer, white silk stockings that highlighted her gorgeous legs. White, four-inch heels that strapped around her feet and ankles accented her firm legs. They were definitely made for the boudoir and not the street. Sheer panties completed the outfit.
"Is this better than the night gown you bought?" she asked? "I thought you might like to take some pictures before the light is gone. Your camera is sitting on the bed with a fresh roll of film, ready to go."
"She is so beautiful," I thought and then repeated aloud as I began photographing her poses. I moved around so I could catch the evening light casting its soft glow on her body and warming the white satin of her lingerie.
A movement from outside caught my eye. Our neighbor, Herb, was watching our impromptu photo session from the sidewalk. I knew he could see Ellie quite clearly and warned that we had a voyeur. Ellie smiled and walked to the picture window. She struck a sexy pose and waved to Herb. Then she turned, bent over, and shook her sexy ass at him while looking back over her shoulder. Then she turned and placed her right foot on the windowsill spreading her legs open for his enjoyment. Then she blew him a kiss before returning to posing for my camera.
I watched Herb shake his head before turning to walk back to his house. "What was that about?" I asked.
Ellie said Herb had been watching her for some time. The bedroom windows in his two-story house looked down on the patio outside our bedroom and into our bedroom itself if the curtains were open. Ellie would sunbathe nude on the patio, and we both knew Herb often watched her. I noticed Herb in his bedroom window not long after Charles started staying with us. "You know how much I like the morning light, and I noticed him watching Charles and I on several occasions," Ellie said.
"You mean he watched you having sex?" I asked.
"Yes, in our bed and on the patio," Ellie replied. "He started coming over after Charles left to tell me I would rot in hell for my infidelity. I told him I loved you very much, but I needed more to be satisfied. I told him I was not cheating on you. I told him I had your blessing. He told me I was a whore and would go to hell."
I was shocked, but Ellie warned me to calm down. "His wife came over not long afterward to complain that he had started asking his friends over for breakfast when he saw Charles's van parked at our house. I did notice he started keeping his bedroom curtains open. Apparently he has a group of men from his church who watch Charles and I and pray for our souls. His wife is pissed off because she finds soiled tissues littering the bedroom when they leave. She is getting tired of cleaning up after the dirty old men. It never fails. Herb visits me every time Charles leaves. I started to answer the door in the nude figuring that would scare him off, but it just prompted him to ask if he could come in and pray for my soul."
"Did you?" I asked.
"No," Ellie answered, "he is just a pathetic old man getting his jollies watching Charles and I fuck and then attempting to do penance by warning me that I will go to hell for my behavior. His wife told him to stop watching me. He apparently told her it was his duty and his friends' duty to watch us so that they might save my soul. They are just dirty old hypocrites. At least you are honest about your love of watching me having sex and don't spy on other men's wives. I don't mind them watching me, I just wish they were honest about the thrill they get."
