Trevor Easterly was in a quandary in that normally his job sucked and his wife was work. Recently though, it was the other way around and he was confused about what was going on.
Work was getting better by the day, while at home Carol, his lovely wife, was almost as amorous as the weeks following their honeymoon 20 some years before. In recent years their lovemaking centered around a one every other week session, and maybe on some major holidays.
Both were professionals, he being an architect while his wife a real estate salesperson. These days there was less building due to economic reasons ensuring his boss was all over his ass about every design he did. It lacked this, it didn't consider that, you know how it is when times get tight.
Carol's sudden interest in sex was both good and bad. Trevor wasn't complaining, but on the other side he wondered if she had a new love interest that was sparking new demand on her part. Maybe she was cheating on him, but there weren't many overt signs. Or maybe she was just getting her second wind.
In any event over the last several months she'd been a tigress in the bedroom. She used to despise oral sex, whether giving or receiving, yet recently she not only performed but she was seemingly enjoying the nocturnal activities. And while for years missionary was the position of choice, these days she offered a wide array of positions including her new favorite, doggie.
Trevor wasn't complaining, but he was feeling a high level of guilt from a fling he had with a much younger girl in accounting the year before. He'd never strayed in his marriage --- save one hooker at a Nevada brothel years ago while on a business trip. Then there was the young accountant Missy.
She was on the rebound after being dumped twice in two months, and she seduced him one night after a holiday party. Carol was sick, so Trevor went and had a good time talking and dancing and right before leaving he continued a conversation from earlier in the night with Missy. Just 22, she was sexy, hot and drunk. She slurred her words and they went outside to hear each other better.
Knowing she couldn't drive in her state, she accepted his offer of a ride home. One thing led to another and soon they were parking by the lake and Missy was performing fellatio on his manhood. It wasn't long before he was in the passenger seat and Missy's skirt was up, panties down, and she was riding his cock. It was erotic and animal.
He dropped her off, eliciting the promise of a return performance, but the following Monday she acted as if the whole escapade didn't happen. He later heard from a friend that Missy was working her way through the guys in the office, and to be careful she didn't corral him as well. Trevor only smiled.
Still, given his wife Carol's recent increase in libido, he wondered whether she had found out about his one-nighter, or, on the other hand, had one of her own. Maybe she had a lover?
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Carol Easterly had so many mixed emotions about her recent bedroom escapades that had been observed by her neighbor's son. Damn, it was so wrong. But deep inside it was so right. She hadn't felt this sexy in years. Becoming an exhibitionist in her own bedroom while being spied on from above was so very hot.
As long as there wasn't sex, physical contact and sex, what was the problem she assured herself. They weren't sleeping together. She was merely having sex with her husband while knowing someone was watching. Why was that different than the times when she and Trevor in their younger days were caught fooling around in the car? Once they were at the train station, and she was kneeling on the passenger seat blowing her husband while a freight train slowly went past. Oh, the engineer had gotten an eyeful, her sucking off her husband with him lifting her skirt and playing with her ass. That engineer gave a couple toots of the horn.
Another time on a long fall walk they had the urge. Well Trevor did, anyway. He convinced her a quickie was in order and they walked from the main path along a deer path ending up near an old oak tree. There, Carol bent over and held the tree while Trevor dropped both her and his jeans, pulled her ass back, and slipped his dick inside from behind.
Totally into their quick fuck they didn't hear a fisherman walking toward them until it was too late. He had stumbled upon them and watched before Trevor jumped back in surprise. They were embarrassed but the guy was cool. He said he was sorry for interrupting them, and even offered to walk toward the main path and keep a lookout while they "finished what they were doing." Try as they might, neither could finish the act.
Carol smiled while thinking of those past escapades, and thought of the more recent ones that involved some performing by herself or with her husband as the college boy next door watched. It was so very hot. She'd cooled it in recent weeks, as she suspected her husband had, well, suspected something amiss. Yet she totally missed the sensual action and decided to throw a little bit of caution to the wind and get ready for the next act.
@ @ @ @ I have to tell you the last month has been terrible for me and my so-called sex life. For weeks I'd been spying on my best friend's mom and at times mom and dad, as they behaved like teenagers in their bedroom. I got to see it all, from oral sex to full screwing to private personal masturbation sex.
Along the way I got to feel my girlfriend's breasts to sample some real life tit flesh. It was an awesome feeling.
Then my girlfriend dumped me and Mrs. Easterly, my best friend's mom, told me that the exhibition show from her bedroom had to stop for a while as she thought her husband was getting close to finding out about our little show and tell session.
It was as if I had gone from the top of the world to the outhouse, nearly overnight. Damn, that's tough to take. But I didn't mope, I just took solace in that Mrs. Easterly didn't say it was over between us, just on hold.
Rereading the above paragraph, I realize nothing was physically "going on" between us, I'd never touched the woman in any way...except with my eyes. I'd seen her blow her husband, play with her pussy, get dressed and undressed in my own little peep show, but I'd never touched her.
Ours was a visual relationship, me from my spying perch in the attic of my parent's house, she with the shades open in her bedroom. Only over the last month by design those shades had been closed.
