Cynthia, Female, 33

	- Wife of Ray

	- 5'7, 140lbs, tanned beige skin, long blonde hair

Ray, Male, 35

	- Husband of Cynthia

	- 5'10, 175lbs, freckled tanned beige skin, short chestnut-brown hair

Lanying, Female, 20

	- Neighbor of Cynthia and Ray, college student

	- 5'2, 110lbs, almond-cream skin, black hair cut straight at neck

"That's another lovely dress, Lanying," Cynthia told the young woman as they drank tea on the couple's patio.

Lanying smiled, "Thank you. I like you... uh... you... err..." The young woman pointed towards Cynthia's legs.

"My yoga pants?"

"Mmm, yes... yoga pants."

Cynthia grinned, "I think they make my butt look good." She stood and turned her back on Lanying, bending forwards slightly. Cynthia wore no underwear beneath the stretched fabric and she knew it was pulled tightly into her crotch, enough that her vulva was pronounced. "You like?"

Lanying giggled, "I like."

It had been a week since the night spent with the voyeur. Cynthia was fixated on those memories, fucking her husband Ray several times that week while reliving the thrill of being watched by the young student. She and Ray had discussed what Cynthia had in mind for what they might do next, and the woman had invited Lanying over for a Saturday tea. With Ray had gone to visit his parents, Cynthia was alone with Lanying in the warm afternoon shade.

The voyeur wore a simple opaque white shirt and a more eye-catching maroon pleated skirt, white stockings underneath. Cynthia thought the young woman was very attractive and she loved the way she looked so natural in skirts. Maybe it was because Lanying was fairly short. It made her look almost innocent and younger than her twenty years might suggest. She could pass for one of those mid-teen schoolgirl fantasizes, which Cynthia knew was one of Ray's favorites. That certainly hadn't hurt to draw her husband's attention towards including the voyeur more deeply in their play.

- - -

"So, let's talk about where things are, alright?" the woman asked Lanying.

The student nodded and said, "Yes... okay."

"I just want to be sure," Cynthia added, "that you are still alright with what we did together..."

Lanying giggled, blushing, "Yes..."

The blonde smiled back at her, "Well... good. Me, too. And I was hoping maybe... you'd want to join us again sometime soon..."

"Yes," Lanying replied.

The twenty-year old had not forgotten a moment from the week before. She'd masturbated several times to the photographs she took inside the bedroom of Cynthia and Ray. Every detail was an intensely erotic trigger. Cynthia's red, swollen buttocks. Ray's meaty, shiny cock. Lanying had copied the photos onto an SD card and she pulled it from her purse, sliding it across the table to Cynthia. "Photos... um... from last week..."

- - -

Cynthia grinned, taking the card and sliding it beside her phone. "Lovely. I can't wait to see them!"

"I, uh... I like very much, mmm... last week," Lanying added.

Cynthia paused then told the voyeur, "So, here's what we're thinking... And please tell us if this isn't something you want to do, okay?"

"Okay..."

"We could do what we did last week again, and believe me, that would be wonderful. Or," Cynthia said, "I have another idea..."

"Okay...?"

"See... I... get turned on... being seen. I'm sure you can tell, but part of it, too, is the risk of getting caught. Even if no one is watching, just knowing someone might see me is a big turn on for me." Cynthia took a sip of the steaming tea. "And... I'd like for you to watch Ray and I as we drive around and walk the park and those sorts of things, maybe take lots of pictures?"

Lanying nodded, "Yes..."

"I don't know what we'll do, yet, but you get to follow us and... who knows what you might get to see us do out in public... Does that sound like something you would want to do?"

Lanying nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, yes... very much."

"Great!" Cynthia tilted her head, "Can you drive a car, Lanying?"

"Yes... I... ummm... I learned before I came to America."

"Good to know... So, Ray and I won't be able to do anything much until next weekend, are you free Saturday?"

Lanying nodded again, "I... umm... am free, yes."

Cynthia purred as she swallowed the lightly-sweetened tea.

- - -

Lanying's week passed too slowly for her taste. Cynthia and Ray had been unusually absent during the usual evening hours, no sounds of pleasure or shows of flesh offered to her. It made her grow impatient to see them again, even to the point of watching their driveway just to get a glimpse of one or the other. She played with herself to orgasm Wednesday night while Ray did nothing more than retrieve the mail. By Friday night, she was dying for a fix, and with no sign of her playful neighbors, Lanying decided to take a walk like she used to do in her hometown, a chance opportunity hopefully offered her that night.

The voyeur's steps took her to the east and down the modest hill towards the main highway. Lanying turned onto a cross street where there were only two glowing lamps lighting the area. She saw a couple of homes with interior lights on, so she checked around her, stepped into the shadows, and crept up to a side window of the first house on the right.

Inside, she saw nothing for several minutes, hearing no sounds of any interest. Lanying started to leave but then saw an older man step into the living room wearing a robe. She didn't know this house or its occupants, so she had no idea if he lived along or with a family.

The man plopped down on the couch and flipped on the television, picking up his phone and scrolling up the screen. Lanying couldn't see the screen quite well enough to see what he was looking at. He was probably in his mid-sixties, short, thinning grey hair, reasonably fit, a day or two of light stubble on his cheeks and chin.

Lanying slid a hand into her leggings, no underwear below, and began to slowly touch her clitoris with two fingers. Watching people, even when they did nothing sexual, was arousing to the voyeur. Each private peek into the lives of someone who didn't know she was watching was a special thrill. She knew she might get caught, and that was also part of the appeal.

Her fingers drew out wetness and Lanying slid them without a thought between her lips, tasting the sticky, pungent juices from her pussy.

The man put his phone aside and picked up a glass and the remote, flipping channels while he sipped an amber-colored liquor, then turned off the television. He stood, holding his drink, and walked out of the room.

Lanying let out a sigh, then moved around the backside of the house. There was no fence, so she crept quietly, hoping she might find where the man had gone. A light on the far corner caught her attention, and she sidled up to the window.

Slatted-blinds covered it completely. Well, almost completely. Lanying knew there was often a view into the room through such things, and she found a spot on the far side of the window where the blinds were a little bowed. It allowed her a view into what seemed to be a modest-sized bedroom.

The man was naked, his back turned, and Lanying's fingers were between her legs again as she stared at his pale, hairy buttocks. He turned and Lanying flinched instinctively. She knew the bright light in the room would make it nearly impossible for him to see her, but when his eyes swept past her position, she ducked and caught her breath a moment before peeking back through.

He was now on his back on the bed, a thick, average-sized penis in his fingers. He held a folded magazine in his left hand, slowly stroking his cock while he looked at what Lanying believed were photos of naked women. Her own fingers were moving again, swiping across her clit and sliding through her wet, hairy slit.

The man's strokes picked up speed and his hips started to rise up as he masturbated. Lanying loved watching a man jerking off, and she started to get closer to release as he panted and quickly flipped the page, the man groaning at whatever he saw.

His fist flew, and Lanying's knees trembled as she neared release.

The man grunted loudly, several times, then his fist slammed down hard to the base of his cock. His penis throbbed and a thick rope of cum shot up and splashed down on his stomach, then a second, and a third.

Lanying quivered into orgasm as he spurted, her pussy clenching, riding her hand with a palm against her erect clit. She shuddered as her pleasure rushed in.

The man's hand fell away, and Lanying watched his penis throb and soften, throb and soften, until it finally shrank down, flaccid, resting along one hairy thigh, a glob of semen pulsing out and down onto his skin.

Lanying didn't stop watching just because she'd orgasmed and the man relaxed into the bed. Her voyeurism was more than only seeing sexual gratification, she was turned on by the intimacy of watching someone do things they don't think others were watching.

The man appeared to fall asleep, his breathing deep. His snores reached Lanying's ears and she continued to peek through the window until long after it was clear the man was out.

At one point, his penis started to harden. Lanying moaned to herself, rubbing her pussy over her leggings. She wondered if he was having an erotic dream. The man's cock bobbed with his heartbeat, growing longer and harder until it was soon pointed up towards the ceiling.

Lanying was fascinated by the human body. Whereas some of her classmates back home discussed penises and vulvas as if they were something shameful or gross or unusual, Lanying had never felt anything but curiosity for what she saw. Penises were beautiful, she thought, and the way they could appear so soft and small one moment, hard and strong the next, was an endless source of delight for her.

The man's erection faded after thirty-seconds or so of slowly pulsing near peak, and soon it was once more flaccid against his thigh. He roused a bit, turning to look at the clock, then flipped a switch on the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Lanying ducked again, this time for reason. She knew that with the light off within the room, it would be much easier to see her outside. Slowly, she crept away from the man's house and started to find the next opportunity.

- - -

"Are you really sure?" Cynthia asked her husband as they sat outside a late-night cafe. "Like, really sure?"

Her husband nodded, "Really sure. I'm so turned on right now I can barely stand it."

Cynthia purred, "I think you like having people know you've got a hot wife..."

"I do now... Maybe not before our voyeur... but I'm definitely on board now..."

"Then I'll be right back..."

She entered the cafe and slipped back into the single-stall bathroom, locking herself inside. Cynthia sat her purse on the sink, then reached under her nearly-transparent white blouse and removed her bra, setting it aside. She undid two buttons, opening a clear view of her cleavage, and, she knew, would cause her shirt to fall lower should she lean over, offering anyone in front of her a chance to see her braless breasts.

Cynthia reached under her light-blue knee-length skirt and pulled off her panties, stuffing them and the bra into her purse. She checked herself in the mirror. Cynthia looked flushed, excited. The spare makeup she wore only enhancing the light blush and her glistening skin.

She squatted over the toilet, skirt pulled up, peeing quickly and then wiping her slit with tissue. Cynthia washed her hands, dabbing just a bit of perfume onto the tops of her breasts and along her inner thighs, the sweet rose and peach scent light but accenting the smell of her warm, aroused skin.

Cynthia returned through the cafe. It was half-full, a mix of ages, races, and genders inside. None looked up to watch her walk by despite the way her nipples would have been reasonably visible to any eye. That was disappointing, but it didn't faze her much. Outside, a woman in her fifties stared two or three seconds at her chest, then met her eyes briefly. Cynthia smiled, but the woman looked away without returning the expression.

Cynthia had seen that action many times. Someone caught looking who felt embarrassed when noticed. It was a huge turn on for Cynthia. She knew the woman had seen her nipples, the curves of her breasts below, and such knowledge added to her arousal as she settled into a curved, cushioned metal seat with her back to the road beside the cafe. To her front, her body off-center from the table, she knew there were five or six people in the right spot to look up her skirt. She let her legs spread a bit, carefully pulling up the hem of her skirt so that there was likely just a peek at her shaved clam underneath.

Ray leaned towards her, whispering, "Your tits look fantastic."

Cynthia grinned and kissed his lips, her eyes looking down her blouse, "Get a better look..."

Ray's eyes moved lower to where the shirt hung down and off her body. Cynthia knew he could see her hard nipples tipping her hanging breasts. He smiled and licked his lips.

Cynthia had something of a sixth sense when it came to feeling like someone was looking at her. She carefully swept her eyes across the people seated outside the cafe and spotted a man in his mid-to-late twenties quickly looking away. She felt sure he had been looking up her skirt. So, Cynthia spread her legs a little wider, pretended to look at her husband, and soon saw the young man gaze in her direction from the corner of her vision. She grinned and rocked her legs back and forth a couple of times, then drew her knees up just a couple of inches, enhancing the man's view.

He didn't look away for a long time, and Cynthia let him watch a while before meeting his eyes again. The man hurriedly pretended to look anywhere but up her skirt. Cynthia giggled, letting her legs slide back to a more normal position, then told Ray, "The guy, to the left in the grey shirt, he was just checking out my pussy."

"Lucky guy," Ray laughed, "Your pussy is beautiful."

"Mmm..."

Over the next hour, as they sipped coffee and chatted excitedly about Cynthia's pussy and tits and their eagerness to have their young Chinese voyeur around them the next day, a few more eyes came to rest on Cynthia's chest or glanced up her skirt. Several returned for second, third, and forth looks. Cynthia was growing wetter by the minute.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," she whispered.

"Me too, see?" Ray grabbed her hand and placed it over his bulging crotch.

"Follow me," Cynthia purred.

She led them into the cafe, and when no one was watching, slipped into the bathroom, pulling Ray in behind her and locking the door. Cynthia kissed him passionately, then hopped up to sit on the sink, spreading her legs and waving him between her thighs.

While they kissed, she unzipped him and took hold of his hard cock, stroking it a few times, then she guided her husband's erection into her cunt. "Uhnn..." she sighed as quietly as possible, whispering, "fuck me, Ray..."

He grabbed her legs, holding them up and apart, then pulled himself into her, his long cock stretching her vagina around it. Ray started to thrust rapidly, Cynthia's wet pussy creaming his shaft, the sounds of their mating wet smacks which echoed lightly above the subtle creak of the sink's movement below her.

Cynthia wrapped an arm around his neck, the other grasping his shirt and stomach. She whispered, "Other guys saw my pussy tonight, Ray... You're fucking a pussy that other guys only got to see..."

He groaned into her ear, "God, yes..."

"This pussy's all yours... They can only watch... You get to fuck it..."

"Oh, fuuuuck..."

"I'm so wet for you... I'm going to cum with you inside me... I want you to fill me up..."

"Fuuuuuuck," Ray said a little too loudly.

"Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn-uhnnnn... Uhn-nnn-nnn-Uhn-nnn-nnn," Cynthia moaned, trying to stay quite, "I'm cumming... Uhnnnnnn... Mmm... Mmm... Mmmmmmmmmm..."

"Filling... You... Up!" Ray's voice echoed in the small bathroom, "Fuuuuuuuck..."

She felt him pulsing his hot seed into her pussy and Cynthia bucked against him as she orgasmed around her husband's long, spurting cock. They ground together for several seconds, breathing heavily. Ray let Cynthia's legs fall and she slowly stood up, letting the cum rush out of her gaping vagina and down her right thigh, the thick cream slowing as it neared her knee, forming a large, slick glob before very slowly sliding lower.

Ray looked at the mess between her legs and smiled, "Damn... that was amazing, Cyn."

"So fucking hot... She how much it turns me on?"

"Turns both of us on," he corrected her.

She purred and kissed him, then they gathered themselves quickly and left the bathroom together. Outside the door, the young man who had been her favorite voyeur that night stood with a look of arousal and surprise on his face. Cynthia smiled at him. She had no doubt he'd listened while they fucked.

Ray stopped in front, looked back at her, then asked the young man, "She has as beautiful pussy, doesn't she?"

The man didn't respond, just staring with mouth slightly open at Ray. Slowly, he nodded, his lips moving but nothing coming out.

Cynthia giggled, checked the rest of the cafe, then pulled the front of her skirt up so that the voyeur could get a glimpse at her freshly-fucked cunt. The man's eyes stared until she let the skirt fall again. Cynthia knew he could see the cum leaking from her hole, more of it sliding down her right thigh.

She took Ray's hand, and together, they practically skipped out of the cafe and off into the night.

- - -

It took almost an hour for Lanying to find another opportunity, and it was an incredible one. She spotted a room with a light on after checking several homes and seeing nothing of interest. The room was a bedroom on the backside of a narrow home near the edge of the neighborhood which bordered dense woods. Lights were on in the entire house, every room lit up. In the living room, she'd seen a black woman, perhaps in her forties, lounging and watching television. Lanying had watched for a time, then saw a car pull up in the driveway. The voyeur hunkered down behind some tall bushes along the side of the house, thankful she was small.

A young black woman, perhaps early twenties, and a light-skinned man around the same age, got out of the car and went inside. The windows into the living room were cracked, and Lanying could hear the conversation.

The older woman said, "Early night, you two?"

The younger woman replied, "For now, Mom," the tone suggesting this was an old conversation, "We're going to study."

"Alright. Dinner's in the fridge if you are interested. Hello again, Christopher."

"Hi, Ms. Walker."

The young couple disappeared down a hallway and the mother settled back into the couch.

Lanying crept back to where she could see the two inside a bedroom, dim lights on, shades drawn but a narrow band in the middle remaining open enough to look in. The window itself was open several inches.

"We have to be really quiet," the woman said in a near-whisper, "Mom will be just down the hall..."

Christopher replied in a deep, soft tone, "I know, Mara. I'll be quiet. I promise..."

"Good, cause... I'm really horny..."

"Me too..."

"No eating me tonight, okay? I'm ragging..."

"I don't mind," Christopher assured her, taking her hand, "really."

Mara shook her head, "Not tonight."

"Okay..."

They kissed and Lanying's fingers were dancing again, just over top of her where her leggings stretched between her thighs.

The couple shifted to the bed and Mara moved over her partner, straddling his legs before sliding off the bed again and yanking down his jeans. Christopher's penis was a little smaller than average, but it was beautiful to Lanying, so hard, glans swollen on top. Mara slid her lips over the top and started to bob her head up and down.

The blow job didn't last long, Mara again stepping off the bed to slide out of her clothing. She pulled on the string hanging out of her vagina, then tossed the tampon into the nearby trash can. Mara straddled Christopher again and he asked quietly, "No condom tonight?"

Mara's grin was obvious in her soft voice, "No..."

"God, yes... finally..." the man moaned as she slipped his hard, uncovered cock into her menstruating pussy.

Lanying slid her hand into her leggings and twirled her clit while she watched. The couple fucked very quietly, though the occasional moan rose up. Lanying grew closer and closer to release as Mara began to roll her hips around the man's lap, then Lanying's clit throbbed when she saw the young woman rise up and turn around, Christopher's erect penis lightly smeared with pink and red.

Mara sank back down and began to quickly shift her hips up and down. Lanying swooned. Inside the room, the pretty dark-skinned woman's was face a vision of soft pleasure, mouth open, eyes closed, Mara's hands holding onto the young man's calves. Lanying's clit throbbed, pulsing, her heat rising, her eyes focused on where the hard, sticky cock disappeared inside the woman's body.

She came quietly, shuddering, nipples tingling below her shirt. Lanying couldn't look away even as she felt herself start to fall, barely grabbing on to a branch of the tree behind her. It made a sharp noise and she hunched down, heart racing, pussy dripping into her leggings.

Lanying dared look back inside. The couple showed no notice of her presence, and within seconds, she hear Christopher breath, "Cumming!" His grunts and sharp, upward thrusts signaled his ejaculation. Mara's body slowed as the young man filled her, sweaty and flushed.

Slowly, Mara crawled off of her lover and swept a red rag through her crotch, catching it there with her thighs and climbing back onto the bed to curl up against Christopher. They kissed again, and Lanying heard the man say, "I've never done that before."

"What?" Mara asked lazily.

"Cum inside anyone..."

"Mmm," Mara cooed, "I'm your first... I love that... I love you..."

"I love you..."

Lanying felt spent, letting her slippery fingers draw out of her leggings, sniffing them a moment then cleaning them with her tongue. Her night was complete, her appetite for watching others sated for a little while. She knew, as she carefully made her way back to the sidewalk, that she was in for an even bigger treat the next night when she'd join Cynthia and Ray for whatever titillating fun they had planned for the three of them.