My voyeur husband watches me
As Jim and I laid together in our bed following our wonderful love making session, Jim said, "Baby, I want to watch him fuck you."
"I don't know. I think that might freak Stephen out if he knew that you knew about this. Also, I can use the fact that we can't let you find out about our little tryst as a way to keep some level of control over this wild situation," I responded.
Up till this point, I had been sharing every detail of my involvement with Stephen with my husband, Jim. And Jim had been enjoying these incidents vicariously through their retelling. Now he wanted to actually witness these sexual, but loving, encounters.
"He would not have to know I was watching, or that I knew," Jim replies.
"How do you think you could accomplish that?" I asked.
Jim thought for a moment. "Tomorrow I could pretend to leave for golf. You could signal me somehow when you and Stephen go out to the pool or the spa, and I could sneak back into the house and watch from our bedroom window. You could bring him into our room and I could watch quietly from the closet through the louvered doors."
I knew I should protest this crazy idea. However, in the end, I knew I would do just as Jim asked; after all, I always did. And, deep down, I knew I wanted Jim to see me getting fucked by my young lover. I did enjoy sharing my experiences with my husband. It made my pulse quicken just thinking about it. So I nodded, and I started hatching my part of the plan.
This was going to be an interesting and wild next few months with my lover, Stephen staying in the house with Jim and me!
Jim established the signal system for Sunday's adventure. He would leave for his golf outing, (which he had already canceled.) I would lure Stephen to the pool or hot tub. I would signal Jim by turning on the front porch light immediately before we went outside. Jim would sneak back in the house and observe our activities from our bedroom window, which overlooked the pool and spa.
If I was successful in luring Stephen back into our bedroom, when Jim saw that we were coming back in the house, he would hide in the closet. Jim could then observe Stephen and me silently through the louvers in the door. He had a nice chair set up in our walk-in closet, so he would be fairly comfortable playing the voyeur.
What could possibly go wrong, right? I am still surprised I agree to these types of plans. I mean, how would Jim explain sitting in his car, parked in Stephen's parent's driveway across the street as he waited for his secret signal, if he was asked what he was doing by a nosey neighbor on their way to church? I was very apprehensive about this whole plan. But being the good and very obedient wife that I am, I agreed to go with the play my role in this tawdry conspiracy, as instructed by Jim.
The next morning, as we gathered around the breakfast table together over coffee and bagels, Jim indicated to Stephen and me that he was leaving for the golf course around 10:00 a.m. and would likely be gone most of the afternoon. The smile on Stephen's face at this news was priceless. His mind immediately leapt to thoughts of 'another afternoon of fun with Cindy!'.
I had already 'tempted up' the hot tub to a comfortable 100F in preparation for my seduction activities. While February in Houston was not bitterly cold, it was too cold for a pool. But it was perfect weather for 'hot tubbing'.
The backyard was isolated from outside view by a 6 foot fence and large shrubs. Our privacy would be protected (from everyone except Jim).
Jim left on schedule. As Jim pulled out of the driveway, I turned to Stephen and asked if he would like to join me in the hot tub. He was enthusiastic in his acceptance of my invitation.
"Should we wear suits, or bath 'au natural'?" I asked.
"I have never gone skinny dipping before." Stephen replied.
"Well then, this can be another first for you." I loved it every time I knew I was forming memory that for the rest of Stephen's life he would remember as 'the first time I did this, it was with Cindy...'. I do not know why it pleased me so much to create 'first-time memories' with him, but it did.
I gathered up a couple of large towels, donned my robe without anything underneath, and waited for Stephen to join me in the kitchen. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina getting wet in anticipation of Stephen's and my activities this morning. Stephen came in wearing a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt. The crotch of his gym shorts was poking out nicely as well, indicating that he was equally aroused at our prospects for intimacy.
As we started out to the spa, I handed Stephen the towels, and said, "I'll meet you out there in just a second. Take the cover off the spa for me."
I rushed back to the front door and turned on the porch light. When I returned to the spa, Stephen had removed the cover, and was waiting for me.
I walked up and opened my robe as sensually as I could, letting it drop to the ground before climbing into the tub. Stephen smiled broadly, pulled off his shirt, and removed his shorts.
His penis stood our in front of him, partially erect, almost parallel to the ground. His broad shoulders and chest, and his flat, ribbed stomach muscles framed his growing erection magnificently. He reminded me of the statue of David, only now 'my David was getting a hard-on' right before my very eyes.
I loved watching Stephen grow erect; I loved knowing I was the cause of the erection. Stephen started to climb in, but I stopped him. "Stephen, wait a second, just stand there. I want to watch your penis grow for me. It is absolutely a beautiful sight."
Stephen stood in front of me, proudly displaying his growing cock, which was now about three quarters erect. I looked towards the bedroom window and wondered if Jim was watching yet.
I moved to the side of the spa, such that I was in profile to the bedroom viewing area, and motioned for Stephen to come towards me. Leaning over the side of the spa, I pulled his penis towards me, and smiled towards the bedroom window, giving anyone who might be watching the best profile view I could.
As I took Stephen into my mouth, I thought, 'I hope you are watching and enjoying this, Jim.'
I sucked Stephen just long enough to get him fully erect, and then invited him into the spa with me. We began kissing immediately, and passionately. He caressed my naked breasts, and I gently massaged his erection.
His fingers quickly found there way to my vulva, and he teased my clit, gently masturbating me as out tongues played tag. I quickly forgot about my 'voyeur husband' and I was lost in my young lovers' attentions.
Stephen tried to penetrate me with his fingers, but he quickly learned what all of us more experienced 'hot tubbers' know, the warm water washes away a woman's natural lubrication; and penetration with fingers, or a penis is very difficult and somewhat uncomfortable.
