Someone's watching you

Mariko and I met for lunch at Crown Center – a large indoor mall in downtown Kansas City. We were both reporters at two KC newspapers and had begun an affair at another midwestern paper before meeting again.

She had full lips, haughty cheekbones, ink-black hair, large, liquid, deep brown eyes and a body and mind to die for. I was married, soon to be divorced and she helped me out of that jam before we eventually went our separate ways about a year later.

Because of our work schedules and my marital entanglement, we hadn’t seen each other for nearly three weeks and the sexual tension was at its peak as we fondled each other’s legs and crotches beneath the long white linen tablecloth.

“Meet me for lunch at 1,” she’d said a couple hours later, calling from home. “I’ll pick you up outside.”

“Don’t wear any panties,” I’d replied.

“Don’t you either,” she’d said, laughing.

So I’d gone into the newspaper men’s room, taken off my briefs, put my jeans back on and stuffed my wadded up underwear in a pocket and hoped none of my coworkers would notice my already bulging eagerness as I quickly went back to my desk and pretended to work while willing the clock to hurry.

We had trouble concentrating on the menu, only ordering soup and sandwiches – which we hardly touched -- and knocking back a carafe of red wine while our fingers interlocked, tracing patterns on our burning flesh that we imagined tracking elsewhere in private.

I let my fingers roam up her firm thighs, beneath her blue and white flowered sundress and I felt moisture on her thighs. She hadn’t worn a bra, either and her nipples strained against the cotton fabric – two ripe red berries beneath blue print flowers yearning to be sucked and stroked.

“Mmmm, you’re already so wet,” I whispered.

She returned the favor, tracing the head of my swollen dick with her red nails and squeezing its fat girth with her small hand. I squirmed and felt some pre-cum squirt out, making a small, dark spot on my faded blue jeans.

“And you’re so hard. I can’t wait to feel you in me and in my mouth,” she said.
That did it. I threw a couple 20s on the table, more than enough for a generous tip and we bolted to the parking garage and her car.
Markio never even got the key in the ignition before we fell on each other like animals, oblivious to other Crown Center patrons coming and going, car doors slamming and engines humming and coughing.

I slid the spaghetti straps from her sun freckled, white soft shoulders and suckled her swollen bare breasts, concentrating on just the nipples, nipping the bright juicy hardness with staccato bites.

Heat flooded down both our spines and she gasped, exhaling hard and baring her long, white throat for me to lick and nuzzle. She parted her legs almost obscenely and I thrust my hand between them, sliding between the delicious folds and silky black hair with three fingers while using my thumb to knead her erasure hard clit.

Her hips jumped suddenly from the driver’s seat and she began pumping herself up and down on my stiffened hand and wrist, her breasts bouncing and swaying slightly, her head thrown back, eyes closed and swollen, lipstick smeared lips agape as her uneven pants and moans grew more urgent.

She was nearly singing now – a carnal pagan hymn to Eros. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, Ummmmm! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please omygawd, yes, yes, harder, harder!”

I worked my hand and thumb into a probing rhythm, feeling her juices spill down my wrist as she pumped up and down fiercely, demanding more.

“Use me,” hissed, before savagely kissing her, feeling her suck my tongue out of my mouth. She loved talking dirty and fell into our nasty groove immediately, hips thrusting and twisting, pussy squirting like a faucet.

“Oh yes, fuck me. Ummmm…..god….yes! I need it, Auuggghh!”

I could feel the car shaking with her heaving, heated body. The side windows were partially fogged and this was late May. We were oblivious to whatever other Crown Center patrons might think or see, bent only on our mutual heat.

Mariko suddenly stiffened on my hand and fingers and screamed suddenly, an unearthly sound, quickly quelled when I jammed my other hand in her mouth and felt her teeth bite down hard.

Quiet. Nothing but our panting and the smell of sex filling the small Pontiac Firebird.

“Your turn,” she said bending down to unzip me.
Her hair fell on my thighs, a soft counterpart to the feel of her lips enveloping my cock. She could deep throat but had refused to say how she had learned it or if it came naturally. “I learned it in the circus,” Mariko had once said, laughing during our first afternoon in bed.

I jammed my legs hard against the car floor and flipped the seat lever going as horizontal as I could as she hungrily slathered my rod with her tongue and lips and throat, moaning when she came up for air.

It was then that I looked through the windshield noticed a security camera about 7 feet above the floor of the garage. It was on a swivel and I recalled vaguely that earlier it had been pointed to the side of our car. Now it was pointed directly at the windshield.

“Marko, I think we’ve got an audience,” I said as her head bobbed relentlessly between my legs. “The security camera….”

She withdrew for a moment, brushed her disheveled hair from her face and looked out the window at the camera, waved “hello” and giggled.

“I want them to watch. I want them to know how good your cock tastes. What a good little cocksucker I am. How big your cock is and how much I like sucking it.”

“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Please. Give them a show!”

“Spread your legs more!” she spat out.

I compiled and she began tickling with my balls with her nails and jabbing a finger into my ass as her mouth worked overtime. I fell back, oblivious to nothing but the pleasure she was giving me.

It didn’t take long, especially as I raised my ass and allowed her to find my prostate as she continued swallowing.

“Oh shit! Oh god…Oh Mariko…oh…!” My cum shot out as my soul seemed to leave my body. Her mouth never left my cock as the hot spurts kept pumping and her finger kept probing.

She finally withdrew, her red, smeared lips white with my juice, some dribbling down her chin and a trace trickling down her throat. We kissed, smearing each other with my cum and our sweat.

This was nearly 10 years ago, but I still wonder if that videotape is somewhere in a "secret" file in the Crown Center security offices. I hope it gives the staff as much pleasure as it gave us.

When Matt awoke, sure enough, Judith was already awake, and she planted a kiss on his mouth again, after which she straddled him. His ostensibly old-fashioned wife was no longer putting up any such pretense. She began riding him, hard, in the cowgirl-style that the others had used the night before. She loved the fact that she was fucking a man who had just boned her sister, her friend, and her best friend.

"Oh, Matt, you are so fucking wonderful! Don't you see how right I am! This cock belongs in more than one cunt! You should have all the women you want, and no worries about it! Oh, fuck me, honey- fuck your wife right before you fuck her friends again!"

"Oh, fuck, yes, Judith baby! I want to be a stud! I want this for both of us- I want to be a stud for you and me!"

"Ahhh, fucking A! You're my stud, the hunkiest man in the world, and I would be a terrible woman if I kept you to myself! I love you, my hunk, my hubby, my stud!"

"Do you want to fuck around yourself, baby?"

"I'll only do it as a favor, to please my hubby! I'll do anything to stay married to a stud! I want you to be my hunky stud for life! I want to share you every day, fuck you in the evening, knowing that you've been getting laid by other girls! I want your balls drained when you go to sleep!"

"Wow, I'm sure if my cock inside you is turning you on more, or the idea of it going into other ladies!"

"Both! They are both turning me on- equally! I love that you fuck me every day, and that will not change, but you'll just get laid more often! Oh, God, I'm so fucking wet right now, I could scream!"

"You are screaming, baby! Keep screaming for your stud Daddy, baby doll! Scream for Daddy, scream for your stud!"

"Yes, Daddy! I want to call you 'Daddy' from now on! I want you to be my stud, my hubby, my Daddy!"

Matt just kept fucking his beautiful wife harder and rougher than ever before, and she was clearly getting into it. She was taking a wilder pounding than she ever had, with all of her inhibitions loosened by watching Matt do what he wanted to those other women, her good friends, who had truly helped her out. She wanted to get fucked like a slut now, to be Matt's slut, fucking him and whetting his appetite, and then letting other women satisfy it.

"Why do you like to be call me 'Daddy' so much, baby?"

"I never told you this, but my father fucked me twice a day when I was 17, the last year before I went to college. I never told my Mom, but he was the best lover I had until you. We only did it doggie-style, but it was still better than the missionary sex I had with my high school sweetheart. I also sucked his cock, but I never told anyone about it.

You sorta reminded me of him, because you are such a sweet, but hunky man. I never figured out why I wanted you so much, until last night.
You had the same cock, the same kindness, and I hoped subconsciously, the same insatiable libido. I love a stud, because my best lover until you, my Dad, was a stud, which was how he always made my Mom so hot for him. I wonder if she ever suspected it.

Anyway, he started fucking me after finding my boyfriend's condoms, and he told me to keep screwing my boyfriend, but let him show me how sex was supposed to be."

Matt was stunned again- his wife had once fucked her father! She had committed incest- not exactly something condoned in the Torah. She had lusted for him, had fallen for him, because he had the same admirable qualities as her own father. These thoughts stayed in Matt's head, as he continued pounding his wife's pussy.

Finally, they both groaned, and came as they fucked and thought about her wilder-than-expected past. Judith got very wet as she thought about both Matt and her Dad, who was still alive, and had presumably broken off his affair with his daughter.

"Honey, if you want to start fucking your Dad, it's okay. I just want to be sure that you keep fucking me."

Judith was now the surprised partner, as she thought about it, and agreed. Her sweet Matt understood her need for hunky men and had granted her wish to be married to be a stud, so she would definitely fuck around too, if that pleased him, and what better choice than her Dad, whom she had stopped fucking when she went to college, and never quite gotten around to screwing again.

"Alright, but it's just you and my Dad, ok? I know that sounds unfair to me, but I only love 2 men, and my greatest pleasure is to fuck and share men that I love."

"So, you want to fuck me and your Dad, while sharing both of us with other women?"

"Yes. Speaking of other women, I think that we have an audience."

She was right- Matt's highly vocal sex act with Judith had awakened his wife's friends, who were evidently interested in renewing their flings with him. They looked at him with the most adorable, puppy-dog looks on their faces, as if to beg him to fuck them all. None of them had their breakfast yet, but they were still more horny than hungry, as they showed by reaching over to him, and playing with his dick to get it hard enough for their pussies.

When they had succeeded, which wasn't long afterward, Mallory got on all fours on the bed while the others watched and begged Matt to fuck her hard.

"Take me, Matt Samuels! I want it in the ass! It wasn't fair that Sam got it in the butt, and I didn't last night. It's my turn to get butt-fucked!"

"Alright, but I want to fuck your pussy, too."

"Yes, fuck my ass for a while, then stick it in my pussy and cum! I want to get pregnant by you, this morning!"

Matt was extremely turned on by that thought, but he present the lube from the nightstand just in case she wanted first.

"No, just shove it in me!"

He did as she asked, pounding her pucker painfully, as she squealed, groaned, screamed, cursed, swore, and generally made the biggest racket. The rest of them had to masturbate. It was just too damn sexy, watching their friend and the husband of their other friend (or sister, in Ruth's case) get it on anally.

They kept fucking away as the 3 other women watched, getting all sweaty, and definitely putting on a show for their benefit. Matt was presenting the exhibitionist side of himself, and every woman there loved to see it in action, especially Judith. She was playing with herself like crazy, getting all worked up, especially when Ruth took things a little further and got underneath Mallory in a 69, eating her out, and clearly preparing herself for her turn with Matt.

Matt was already horny as it was, and the sight of his sexy sister-in-law eating and being eaten by the hot babe he was butt-fucking was just too much, so he abruptly pulled out, stick his finger into Mallory's ass to pacify her need for anal action, and began fucking her cunt instead. He had to fuck it now, to get her pregnant as planned.

He banged her muff for several minutes, before the stimulation of a cock straight from her own ass set Mallory off, making her climax, in a screaming orgasm, and that sound forcibly ejected Matt's sperm from his sack.

From beneath Mallory, Ruth grabbed his cock for a second or two, fondled it, and then motioned to him to fuck her mouth for a little while, in order to get enough to fuck her pussy. She deep-throated her brother-in-law, doing her level best to stiffen his manhood so he would be ready for her soaking wet cunt.

When he was ready, he entered her cunt missionary-style while Mallory continued to suck on her clit, and Ruth soon found herself out of control, as the spasm of a climax took over. The double feeling of Matt's meat and Mallory's tongue and teeth were just too much for her, and she writhed in her delight for several minutes.

"Oh, Matt, Mallory, I love this! Fuck me every day! Oh, Judith, I'm sorry, but I have to have your brother every day, please!"

"Don't apologize. I said you'd get more of him, and you'll get more, I assure you! Why would I begrudge my own sister that joy? Oh, Matt, please go along with this, and fuck Ruth every day, alright? I promise that I'll fuck you too, okay?"

"Oh, fuck, this is wonderful! Ruth, your cunt is too good to pass up, and I would never deny my wife something that we'd both like, such as this."

He eventually did cum, because the sheer excitement on the faces of all 4 women in the bedroom was too much for him to avoid ejaculation.

He expected that they would take a break, but Samantha had other plans.

"Fuck Ruth's ass, please, then my pussy, and go back and forth between them, if you don't mind."

Wow, Matt thought! That was such a hot, steamy request, and he had to grant it as well. He stuck his cock into Ruth's butt, then removed it as Samantha suggested, and put it in her pussy. Then he withdrew as Samantha was starting to get really aroused, and put it back into Ruth's ass. Ruth had not requested anal, but from the look she gave him, she didn't resent it, either.

"Oh, Matt, keep this up, please! Look at Ruth's face! She's straining not to cum- make her cum soon, Matt! Make me cum too!"

Matt removed his cock from Ruth, put it into Samantha's cunt, fucked her some more, then returned to Ruth, giving her harder thrusts each time he came back to her. Both women were getting hotter than hell, and the others were not far off from that point, either. As Matt entered Samantha the next time, she came explosively, drenching his cock.

He almost came from that, but managed to keep from it, as he fucked Ruth's ass one more time, and then deliberately part of his sperm on the outside of her rectum, and the rest on the labia of Samantha's pussy. He thought that fitting and fair, since they had both helped him cum.

They all sat back for a second, and then Judith suggested that they go into the kitchen. They needed to recover their strength, after all.

Nicole was desperate for food right now, as she had taken her insulin, and she had not had anything to eat for a while. She had been doing her housework, and getting rather tired, so that added to her weakness. Where was the food when she needed it? She had searched the fridge and the cupboards, but nothing that would give her the necessary rise in her blood sugar was present. The carbohyrdrates were nowhere to be found when she needed them.

Damn that Rob, she thought- he was stoned again, she was sure, and must have had the "munchies" as a result. Her husband's pot habit had been amusing for a while, and she had even shared it to an extent, but she was a diabetic now, and could ill afford the kind of appetite people acquired with marijuana use. Now, however, he threatened to eat them all out of house and home, and his gluttony was just the most immediate problem.

He was neglecting her completely, it seemed, to the point that he would rebuff her advances when she wanted sex, no- she needed sex! Nicole had never denied her husband sexual pleasure, never resented him for masturbating, and had even discussed the possibility of swinging with him, which had been helping excite both of them, and really rejuvenating their marriage.

So everything had been fine, until her husband's boss Miles had gotten him involved in heavy, regular marijuana smoking, to the point that it took up his every free hour. He was addicted to the stuff, and she was suffering in several ways from his obsession with dope.

What's more, he was impotent the last time that they had tried to fuck, and when she had suggested medication to help him, he had lost it. He just screamed at her, in one of his paranoid moods, even though she had been polite and tactful in her approach. Nothing that she did interested him anymore, and she was really worried that he might not impregnate her- or she had been, anyway.

Now, however, she was starting to think of divorce as a very real probability, as she could not wait for her hubby to get his act together and fuck her again. She was frustrated in several ways, and now fully understood men's worries about marriage, in a way that she had never known before- some spouses really did fail to put out! Rob had never refused her before he became a pothead, so she had always dismissed such fears as panic or paranoia, but now they seemed more realistic.

All of this thinking about her situation was making matters worse, exacerbating her headache, and now she was shaking, her body was breaking out into a cold sweat, and she was feeling dizzy. Nausea began to set in, and she feared that she might go into a diabetic coma. Oh, why couldn't Rob be here, to bring her some food- it was an emergency, and she would do the same thing for him.

Meanwhile, Roger Lamont, a locksmith whose wife had recently left him for her boss, was watching the lovely Nicole in her kitchen, and at first, he had the same reaction as usual- he was aroused in the extreme. He began masturbating, getting himself off rather well, as he saw her long slender form, her stylish clothes, and her dyed blonde hair. She was a married woman, he knew that fact, but he couldn't help but get turned on by such a babe.

Oh God, he thought, as he saw that sweet, wonderful lady bend over through the window, and he got an excellent view of her delectable posterior. His 7 inch cock was getting harder and stiffer by the minute, and he could not keep his hands off it, or his eyes off the delicious-looking girl next door.

Suddenly, however, he realized that she wasn't behaving normally. She seemed to descend to the floor in a rapid drop, and she seemed woozy as she did so. Oh, by Jove, he understood at last- she was fainting!
The poor woman was dying, it seemed, and he had to rescue her. Moving swiftly toward the window, he unlocked it as soon as he could, and went through it, forgetting in his haste that he was in the nude.

He then applied his skills to her window, and she looked up in her groggy state to see a naked man moving toward her. At first, she thought that she was hallucinating, but he was very real when he stood above her, leaning over her to ask her what was wrong.

"Mrs. Sims? Are you alright? Do you need something?"

"Roger Lamont? What are you doing here- oh wait, you saw me fainting, and you decided to help me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sims- now, what do you need?"

"Food, milk, juice- anything with sugar! I am a diabetic, and I am going into shock!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am- isn't there any food in the kitchen?"

"No, Rob ate it all! He's a pothead! I need food- I need glucose!"

Roger now remembered something, but he wasn't sure the factoid in the men's magazine was right. Oh, well, this was a time for experiments, if any!

"Mrs. Sims- I don't want you to panic, but I'm going to feed you my semen- it's the only thing I have on hand, and it's supposed to have fiber, which means that it should have sugar. Okay?"

"Ok- I don't care- just give me something- anything!"

Roger found it hard to jerk off in front of a sick and faint woman, but he had no alternative. He mechanically manipulated his manhood, stroking himself as quickly and urgently as possible. Finally, he came, and he put his dick to her mouth as he did so, spilling his cum into her throat. Now, he was going to find out if it worked- he had to try, because her life was at stake.

The fluid began pouring down her throat, so much thicker and richer than Rob's, and she felt for a second like she would gag, but it soon hit the spot, and the carbs, sure enough, began to reach her upper digestive tract, with the sugar now going to her blood cells. It began, steadily, to revive her, reanimating her depleted body, and she finally felt a rush of energy that got her back from semi-consciousness.

Nicole looked at her neighbor, still buck naked, as he smiled to see that his efforts had worked. He had saved her life, she was sure of that, because, without his intervention, she would have suffered total systemic failure after a while. She knew that he was a voyeur, but now his fetish had benefitted her as well as him, and she could not help but feel flattered at his attention anyway. She had been showing off for him for some time now, as it was a rare pleasure for her to get to turn a man on.

"Mrs. Sims, I see that you're better now. I think that I should explain something- I just had to watch you, because you're such a fox, and I've not been laid since my wife left me. Anyway, I know that you might be offended at what I've done-", he got that far before she put her index finger to his lips.

Matt Samuels was a highly successful CPA, with a lovely wife named Judith, and they both appeared to be the epitome of bourgeois respectability. They had 2 kids, named Donald and Warren, both of them after millionaires.

Samuels was a lucky man in at least one way- he was born with a large cock, about 8 inches long, and rather thick at that, and this, unknown to him, led his wife to fantasize that he was a stud, fucking anything that moved. He had similar fantasies about being such, but he was afraid to act on them, because he thought his supposedly traditional, observant Jewish wife would not understand.

That's not to say that he had been completely faithful to her during their marriage- there had been a couple of flings, when his absence from her got him lonely and horny, or someone had offered an act that he did not expect to have performed for him at home. Samuels was away more than a few times during their marriage on business trips for corporations that needed an accountant to help straighten out their books. This was mostly when he had "slipped", as it were. He had no idea that his apparently conservative wife was secretly hoping that he would cheat.

Her fantasies extended to him banging his secretaries, his colleagues, his female friends and relatives, and her female friends and relatives. She did not know why she felt this way, and she was certainly not going to discuss this with her rabbi, whom she assumed would not approve. She had deliberately put on a front for him and others, until she had the opportunity to confront the meaning and purpose for her strange, voyeuristic fetish.

Why did the idea of her husband sleeping around and being a stud to all kinds of women appeal to her? It was not something she'd heard about before, and so she was very much confused about her desire.

Things changed one day, however, when he had just arrived home from a trip, was completely exhausted, so he did not go out as he usually to avoid his wife's sales parties. She had a part-time job hosting these parties, selling interior decor products, and a lot of women, mostly conventional types like herself, would attend to purchase them. There were typically food and wine present, and the women tended to get silly before, during, and after the purchases.

Today, however, they got much crazier, because the subject of Matt came up, and Judith could not help imagining her husband servicing all of her clients. This made her smile, even as she heard the usual suggestions from the wilder guests about hiring male strippers. In the past, to maintain her respectable image, she had always resisted such a thing, but today, with her hubby snoring in the bedroom, and therefore on her mind, her half-drunk brain sent an idea to her mouth before she double-checked it.

"You're all a little too drunk to go out and hire a stripper, girls, and it's rather expensive, anyway, plus, why get teased when you can be pleased- how about we all have sex with Matt?"

The women were stunned, even in their drunken state. Judith herself was shocked that she had suggested it, but it was too late. At first, the girls broke the ice by laughing, acting on the assumption that it was a joke. Judith surprised herself again by saying that, no, she was serious.

"Come on, girls- don't you ever think about what Matt would be like in bed; haven't you ever wanted to sleep with him? Be honest- my husband is a hunk, and I seriously doubt that I am the only woman who desires him. If you want to fuck him, this is your chance, while I am too drunk to mind it!"

"What makes you think that he would fuck us, Judith? Wouldn't he feel nervous, screwing other chicks in front of his wife?", her friend Samantha asked.

"Not if I made it clear that I wanted this- I think that I can convince that I want him to be the party favor.", Judith answered with obvious arousal.

"Wow, this must be some old, hidden fantasy of yours, Judith, because you seem really excited about it.", her best friend Mallory noted.

"You can definitely say that- I want my husband to be a stud, and what better girls to start with than you?", Judith answered eagerly.

"Alright, but don't get mad at us, if you change your mind later and become jealous.", her sister Ruth insisted.

"Don't worry, I will thank you for helping me fulfill this fantasy, but absolutely don't tell anyone from the congregation- I doubt Rabbi Steiner would understand it.", Judith replied.

The girls all laughed at that, and Judith knocked on her sleeping hubby's door, saying, "Honey, could you come out here for a minute? I hate to disturb your sleep, but the girls and I could use a man for something."

Judith's friends snickered and giggled at the double meaning of that.
Matt got up, quite annoyed, only to find Judith and the ladies waiting in the hallway, laughing their heads off at something unknown to him.

"What is this, some kind of joke? You're too drunk, Judith, if you're doing this kind of shit. Just because the kids are with Grandpa right now doesn't mean you can be childish yourself.", Matt scolded her.

"Oh, Matt, relax! This is not a joke- I do need a favor, albeit an unusual one."

"What's that?"

"I want you to satisfy my friends- sexually!"

Matt's face went pale. He looked like he had seen a UFO, or some other strange phenomenon. He shook his head to see if he was dreaming, but, no, he was wide awake. His wife of 10 years was asking him, as a favor, to have sex with her friends and guests!

"Honey, won't you get jealous? What made you want this?"

"I have wanted it ever since I saw your cock, and had it inside me! I thought, this is just too good a cock, and a man, to hoard for myself. I want you to be a stud, starting tonight, please?"

"Very well, sweetheart, I'll do it for you, but don't get upset with me over it afterward- it is your idea!"

"Of course, dear, I'll be happy with you, not angry, because I would really love to watch you fuck around. Now, please, get undressed and fuck my guests!"

That really stunned Matt, as he had never heard his wife say the "F" word before in all of his marriage. It also turned him on like he couldn't believe, so that he stripped quickly. When he bared his cock, the girls' jaws dropped and some of them seemed ready to drool.

Samantha started it, by undressing herself quickly, and getting on her knees, as if to worship this divine phallus. She certainly adored it, as she proved by kissing and licking the glans, following a trail to the base of it. Soon, she was tasting his balls for the 1st time, and she delighted in the sweaty flavor of them. She continued moving her mouth up and down on it, getting it harder than ever, until he was ready to fall backwards. At that point, Samantha got up, and Judith suggested to Matt that he lay down on his back, to which he agreed.

Samantha resumed the fellatio, getting him hard again, while Mallory sat on his face, rubbing her cunt against it, and letting him taste and smell her sweet sex for a change. This double stimulation was really working him up, and Ruth added to things by lying on her stomach next to his left hand, so he could stick fingers into her pussy.

Soon, this experience was getting all of them hot, especially Judith, who found herself masturbating to the sight of her husband having oral sex with 2 other women, and finger-fucking a third. She could not help getting horny as she watched her beloved Matt enjoying 3 women at once. His pleasure was affecting her vicariously, and she was soaking wet by the time that he finally came into Samantha's mouth.

Samantha looked up at Judith, with cum dripping from her lips, and licked it off them with a grin on her face. That sight was enough to set Mrs. Samuels off yet again, as the wetness of her right hand was to prove.

Meanwhile, Matt had brought both Mallory and Ruth to orgasm as well, and the former quickly thanked him by moving over to his cock and simply easing it into her cunt. She began riding him enthusiast-ically, shouting profanities as she fucked him hard.

"Oh, Judith, your husband's cock is incredible! You get this in your pussy any time you wish- lucky you! Oh, it is so large, it is practically splitting me, but I don't care- I just want more of it!"

Ruth, for her part, now sat on her brother-in-law's face, making him taste her as well. She slid her clean-shaven muff along his mouth and nose, letting him take in the wonderful scent of her womanhood while he basically devoured her pussy and derriere. His mouth was rimming her ass, something he had only had the guts to suggest to Judith the previous month, and then only when drunk.

Judith was becoming uncontrollably excited as she watched this, especially after Samantha began licking Matt's balls to expedite his release of sperm into Mallory's pussy. Matt groaned a bit, but he was obviously as turned on as his wife, and the combined sensory input from the 3 girls finally forced him to ejaculate.

In his excitement, he had really bitten Ruth's labia several times, giving her an extra source of masochistic pleasure. This made her gush her womanly juices onto his face, drenching him with them. She stayed put for a minute, so she could feel his tongue between her ass-cheeks one last time, and then she got up and invited Samantha to take her place.

I’d been unemployed for nearly six months. We were making ends meet, just. My wife was working as many hours as possible as a receptionist and I was picking up casual work when possible. Thankfully our son was in the Army and our 17yr.old daughter had moved in with her boyfriend to make things easier for us financially.

As there was no answer from my pal’s first floor flat I walked around the corner of the dilapidated block of first floor flats that he lived in looking for somewhere to take a piss. I knew that it was unlikely that anybody would pass by or even notice me if they did. It was early afternoon and this part of town was as rough as they come. At least half of the flats were empty and the other half were only here because no one else would have them. I found a convenient corner and unzipped my jeans. As I pulled my cock out of my zipper and my piss cascaded against the wall I spotted an old red BMW 3 series with two people in it slowly drive along the rubbish strewn road. It turned left, parking almost directly under the walkway that I was pissing against.

“They’re upto no good,” I thought. They were either thieves who were going to strip what little was left from the derelict ground floor flats or, hopefully, married lovers after a bit of ‘love in the afternoon’.

I tried to remain hidden, keeping my body behind the wall but by peeking through the smashed storm hole I had a clear view of the windscreen and the occupants.

SHIT! I froze to the spot. My fingers clung onto the pebbledashed wall to steady myself. I couldn’t believe my eyes! There, in the passenger seat, was my wife sitting next to a Mediterranean looking guy that I sort of recognised too.

Anne furtively looked around, but the guy had parked his car very carefully making it virtually hidden from any prying eyes on the ground. But not from above!

Mesmerised and stunned, I couldn’t take my gaze off them. My mind raced with crazy thoughts.
“What were they doing here?”
“Who was he?”
“How did she know him?”
I checked my watch – 2.15. She had finished work 15 minutes before.

Anne sat impassively as he chatted and joked with her. After a couple of minutes he appeared to ask her a question, she nodded slightly and he leaned forward kissing her gently on the lips. My stomach turned. Thankfully she didn’t seem to respond. Then his hand slowly caressed her left breast. My wife flinched then closed her eyes. His coffee coloured fingers pressed and squeezed her ample breast through the material of her cream work shirt.

Anne’s arms were still by her side as he softly broke away from the kiss, keeping his hand on her breast.

He smiled and said something else. Anne smiled and lightly nodded her head. Staring into her hazelnut eyes he slowly moved his fingers across her chest until he began unbuttoning the shirt.

When the last button was undone he flicked the material to one side exposing her large bra encased breasts to his gaze. With a satisfied grin on his face he traced the pattern of her bra with a long bony finger, making sure that he made her flesh gently wobble. Anne closed her eyes again and bit her lip as he tickled her nipple with his fingertip. He laughed and she nodded. I gasped and nearly choked as my chest began to tighten.
My wife’s breasts and nipples are incredibly sensitive, so I guessed he was asking if she was enjoying his caresses. She flicked her hair from her eyes and nodded more encouragement.

He suddenly moved his body forward and kissed her much more forcibly this time, forcing her head back against the headrest. His hand swiftly slid underneath the lace of her bra and his hand was now roughly squeezing and kneading her soft flesh.

To my amazement my wife slightly changed position and began responding to his kisses by cupping his head in her hands as he casually lifted her tits out of their cups. Her hands were pulling at his jet-black hair as he tugged at her already extended nipples. I could tell that they were playing tongue tennis – forcing their wet tongues deep inside each other’s mouth.

I was now kneeling on the ground so that I could get the best possible view of my wife and this stranger, I became aware that I hadn’t tucked my flaccid penis away when I’d finished my piss. It was now rock hard and sticking out like a flagpole. I looked around, and as I’d guessed earlier there was no sign of anybody else. Unable to stop myself, I started pulling on the stretched skin of my cock. My stomach turned as my fingers touched my swollen knob.

I looked back through the storm drain to see my wife now kneeling on the passenger seat pressing her breasts against his face, having discarded her shirt and bra. Anne’s head was now arched back as he suckled her nipples and groped her tight arse through her trousers.

I was well on the way to cumming when I spotted her dropping her left hand into his lap.
“My God!” she was stroking his cock through his jeans.

Still sucking and licking her 34d tits the guy moved his right hand off her arse and started fumbling with his zip and top button. I could see through the steering wheel that Anne was unbuckling his belt. It took them a minute or two until his cock sprang out of his pants.
Still feeding a tit into his mouth my wife moved back slightly on her seat so that she could get a better look at his cock. Anne’s eyes sprang wide open as she stared down into his lap.

I take my video camera with me everywhere. It drives my wife nuts. She has allowed the camera with us in the bedroom though. That’s the one place she doesn’t mind. She likes to masturbate while watching herself cum.

It’s always been her fantasy to be with another woman. It’s been mine to see her with another woman while taping it.
I always stop on Thursday nights at my usual bar for a beer before heading home. My wife works late on Thursday’s, so I get a little goof off time. One Thursday, I plopped myself on my usual bar stool and was immediately presented with a beer.

“I’ve got a problem,” I said to the bartender. He was always there for me. I told him about our fantasies. “So, as you can see, my problem lies in where to find a woman that would not only be with my wife, but let me tape it.”

“I’ll do it.” I heard in a woman’s voice over my shoulder. The bartender smiled and I turned to see my prey. She was about 5’8” with full C cup tits that were spilling over the pink top she wore. “I’ll make love to your wife with a camera in my face,” she said. She presented her hand. “I’m Kate,” she said.
“Kate,” I replied, stunned, “nice to, um, meet you. I’m Shaun.” I shook her hand. She sat on the stool next to me and the bartender moved to help another customer. “You heard what I said,” I asked her.

She smiled and fiddled with the straw in her drink. “Yeah, and I have to say that I got really wet just listening. Do you have a picture of your wife?”
I pulled out a picture of Tina and handed it to her. Kate smiled. “She’s cute. When can I meet her? I can’t wait to nibble those titties!”
My dick stirred in my pants when she said that. The thought of seeing my wife’s tits in her mouth drove me crazy. We set everything up, I got her address, and we went our separate ways.

As soon as I got home, I pulled my cock out of my pants and started stroking it, ever so slightly, thinking of Tina with Kate. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door stroking when I heard Tina pull in the garage. I went and sat down on the couch with my pants around my ankles. She walked in the door and saw my position and said, “Interesting night at the bar?” I smiled. She put down her bags and walked up to me, lifted her skirt and planted her shaved pussy on top of my rock hard cock. I love it when she doesn’t wear panties!

Tina bounced on my dick slicking it up with her juices, cumming in a matter of seconds. She must have been thinking about me too. She stopped and looked me in the eye. “What have you been up to?” she asked as she pushed her blonde locks out of her eyes.
I smiled again. “Well, I met someone,” I told her. “Her name is Kate.” Tina’s face dropped. “She thinks you’re hot.” Her face lit up. “She wants to fuck you,” I said. She started riding my cock again, cumming twice before stopping once more. “I guess you like that idea as much as I do,” I said grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto my cock making her cum again.

“When do I get to meet her,” Tina asked me. “My pussy is dripping just thinking about her,” she panted as she had another orgasm. I flipped her over into doggy style and rammed her pussy while she came two more times before I exploded in her cunt.
“Wednesday,” I told her and squeezed her almost C cup tits though her bra. She giggled.

I gave Tina the address to Kate’s house on Wednesday morning and told her to go straight over there after work.
I ran to my car, camera in hand, as soon as 5:00 rolled around. I turned in on and pointed it toward myself as I started to drive to Kate’s house. I spoke to the camera in anticipation as I drove.

I pulled up to her house and was amazed at the perfection of the situation. Her house was off the road a little ways, surrounded by huge pine trees that blocked the house from the road. Tina’s car was already there. I knocked on the door. Kate answered in a purple sun dress with her reddish brown hair pulled up. “Hi Shaun,” she said. She had two glasses of wine in her hand. I saw Tina had one too. I accepted one of the glasses as she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “God she’s hot, I almost couldn’t wait for you to get here.”

Tina was already glowing, so I figured she must be on her second or third glass of wine. She must have left work a little early. Little sneak. I sat next to her on the couch. She squeezed my thigh and smiled her devilish grin at me.
No one spoke for a minute. I sipped my wine. I set the glass down and picked up the camera. “Who’s up for a little show,” I asked. Both women set their glasses down at the same time and smiled at each other.

I flipped the record button on and moved myself out of the way so I could get a good shot. Kate walked up to Tina and whispered something in her ear that made my wife giggle. That little giggle made my cock stir. I knew this was going to be hot, so I set the camera down and undid my pants, pulling them down a bit so my dick was released before it got too hard. I grabbed the camera again and focused in on the two beautiful women.
Kate pulled Tina close and gently stroked her cheek, kissing her softly on the lips. Tina sighed. Kate put her mouth close to Tina’s again and Tina pushed her mouth to Kate’s, opening her lips in a gorgeous French kiss. Their tongues were going wild as my wife’s fantasy was coming true. They kissed all over each other’s necks and ears and cheeks and mouths again.

Kate started to unbutton Tina’s blouse as my wife slipped the straps of Kate’s sun dress over her shoulders, revealing her braless breasts. I zoomed a little closer as Tina gently stroked her big breasts, stopping to pay careful attention to the dark brown nipples. Kate finally had Tina’s shirt unbuttoned and slipped it off. She reached around back to undo the clasp on her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders. They were both standing there topless, massaging each other’s breasts. What a beautiful sight! My cock was at full attention watching this sexy show!

Tina grabbed her own breasts, pushing them up against Kate’s, nipple to nipple. It was a little hard to do since Tina was slightly shorter than Kate. They both moaned. Four nipples were standing out firm like then ends of pencils, rubbing each other.
Kate’s hands explored the zipper on Tina’s skirt while their nipples burned together. Her skirt fell to the floor, exposing her pussy with no panties. I silently praised her again for not liking to wear panties. Kate’s hand was immediately between my wife’s legs, stroking her pussy. Tina moaned a bit louder and fell backwards to the couch, spreading her legs.