Neighborly Games
(A sequel to "The Snoop," which you should read first.)
by Mrs Ovid
As you know if you've read "The Snoop", my husband had "bugged" our
next door neighbors' bedroom
with a tiny spy camera hidden in the wall between our
town houses. This
had led to some serious problems associated with our neighbors,
but eventually we worked
them out, and, as I told you in "The Snoop," those
neighbors moved out and
a young couple moved in. What I want to tell you about
here is what happened with
Marney and Dick, the young couple next door.
Of course, my husband and I have been spying on them in their bedroom.
After all, it's nice to
get to know your neighbors, and what better way to know them
than to watch them frolic
in bed. Dick is short and stocky, built sort of like a fire
plug. He's not at
all fat, just muscular and compact. He has straight, dark hair and
seems to need a shave two
hours after his last shave. Partly it's because his beard is
so dark. He looks
like he'd be very tough, almost like a gangster, but in fact he is
very quiet and seems very
sweet and gentle when you talk to him. Marney is taller
than Dick. She's got
red hair, which she wears in those short messy curls that are
fashionable, and she has
freckles all over her. She's actually rather attractive even
though she's thin and small-breasted
and looks like she'd be quite fragile. It's mainly
her face, which is very
pretty with a small, pug nose and a frequent smile.
When you see them in the bedroom, you get an entirely different impression
of them. She's definitely
the boss. She tells him what she wants him to do and he
does it. The first
time we watched them I was really surprised. They came into the
bedroom and she sat down
on a chair and said that she wanted him to put on a show
for her, she felt like watching.
So Dick took off his clothes, doing a sort of strip tease, until he was
down to
his briefs. You could
see how muscular he was as he walked around the room,
showing off his body to
her. Then he turned his back to her and lowered his briefs.
Talk about buns of steel,
were his solid looking! When he turned back to her, his
hands were concealing his
penis, but he slowly removed them. His penis was built
like him, short, stocky,
and solid, and it stood right up. At Marney's urging, he
began to stroke it, first
gently with the palm of his hand, then more rapidly with is
fist. His other hand
rolled his testicles around, squeezing them and pressing them
against the base of his
penis. Marney just sat there watching him while my husband
and I watched the two of
them on the TV screen that is hooked up to the spy camera.
After a while, Marney called him over to her. She spread her legs
and told
him to reach under her dress
and take off her panties. When he had done that, she
said, "Now, suck me off."
Dick knelt before her, covered his head with her dress,
and went to work.
We could see his head bobbing up and down under her dress as
Marney closed her eyes and
let her head fall back against the back of her chair.
Watching this made us both
excited and soon my husband started to rub my crotch.
We could see Marney breathing harder and harder, her chest rising and
falling, her freckles getting
darker as Dick worked away under her dress. Finally,
her orgasm shook her body
and she let out a series of short, staccato screams. By
this time, my husband had
his hand in my jeans and I was groping in his pants and
we weren't paying all that
much attention to Dick and Marney any more. The next
time I looked at them, Dick
was lying on his back on the bed and Marney was naked
and was riding on top of
him, her erect nipples surprisingly long for such small
breasts. You could
see her sliding up and down on his short fat penis, which now
glistened with her juices.
I didn't watch them much longer because my husband had
me on the floor and we were
busy getting out of our clothes.
Soon my vagina was filled with my husband's erect penis, which he was
driving in and out of me
while squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples, and I
wouldn't have paid any attention
if an atomic bomb went off next door. Eventually
we both came and collapsed
on the floor next to each other. When I looked up at the
TV screen, Marney and Dick
were still at it. She was still on top of him, but this
time she was facing his
feet and you could see wave after wave of another orgasm
shaking her thin body.
Dick was pumping up into her and rivulets of his semen were
visible running down her
legs. When he finished, she made him lick her body clean.
That started them off again,
only this time she let him be on top.
They seemed insatiable. They kept it up for over an hour, each of
them
having orgasm after orgasm.
My husband and I envied them their youth and
reminded each other of the
times when we used to carry on like that.
After that episode, every time we watched them there was a similar scenario.
She'd always order him around
and they'd find all sorts of different ways to do it, one
way after the other, coming
time and again and seemingly lasting forever. Ah,
youth!
Of course, I'd run into Marney from time to time at the mail boxes, in
the
yard, or just in the neighborhood.
The first time after we watched them, I was really
embarrassed and felt like
I was blushing. She seemed so young and innocent, but I
had this image of her bossing
Dick around, the two of them naked and aroused. I
was afraid that she could
see into my mind. Somehow or other I think I carried it
off, chatting as if I hadn't
seen them making love. And eventually I had no trouble
talking to her.
Anyway, a few weeks after that, Marney stopped me to talk. We chatted
about this and that for
a while. Then she said, "I really have been meaning to invite
you two over for dinner,
but we've been so busy with the move and Dick's new job
and all that I just haven't
gotten organized." Just to be polite, I replied, "Oh, really
we should invite you since
you're new in the neighborhood."
I was taken aback when she responded, "Great, when would you like us to
come?" Now I felt
that I couldn't say, "I didn't invite you," without being insulting,
so I sort of stammered,
"How about Saturday?" hoping they'd be busy. But they
weren't, so suddenly I'd
been tricked, it seemed, into having them for dinner on
Saturday. When I told
my husband, he didn't mind. His reaction was, "It would be
nice to finally get to know
them after watching them fuck so much." But then he
didn't have to do the cooking!
So Saturday came. I lucked out because I found a box of beef bourguignon
in the freezer. It's
a real mess to cook so I usually make up as big a batch as fits in
the casserole and freeze
whatever we don't eat, which is most of it. I made a salad
and served the stew with
a nice bottle of red wine (actually several bottles before we
were finished), and followed
it with an ice-cream cake that I bought. So it was a
fairly nice dinner with
very little work. When Marney and Dick arrived, we showed
them around the house, including
my husband's TV repair shop. This was the room
adjacent to their bedroom,
where he had the spy camera, but he had been very
careful to remove or conceal
all traces of it before they arrived. Then we sat down
to dinner. Dinner
went well and we all had a good time talking and getting to know
each other. The wine
didn't hurt either.
After dinner, while we were drinking our coffee, Marney suggested that
it
would be fun to play a game
- she and Dick often did with friends. She suggested
charades. Well, we
used to play charades when we were younger and it was always
fun then, so why not?
Marney proposed that it be boys against girls, and Dick
immediately started saying
"We'll beat the pants off you girls."
The deal was, one team would choose the name of a book, play, or story
and
give it to one member of
the other team, who then had to act it out for the other
member to guess. They
had some complicated system of scoring, involving the
number of wrong guesses
you made and the number of titles you correctly identified,
so we could keep team scores.
At the end of the evening, the losing team was to do
some silly forfeit.
My husband began to join Dick with the "We'll beat the pants off
you, and boy will we make
you look silly" routine, which made me really want to
win even though I'm usually
not the competitive type.
After a few innocuous rounds, it was Marney's turn to act out something.
It
was three words and I soon
got the last word, "wife," after Marney kept pointing at
herself and me. The
second word was giving me trouble, so Marney indicated the
first syllable and pointed
to her crotch. The boys started laughing and I couldn't
figure it out. I guessed
a variety of things and Marney's gestures got more and more
lewd and my husband and
Dick laughed more and more. I figured it had to be
something obscene but I
don't normally use those words, especially in front of
someone like Dick who I
didn't really know, but I wasn't going to lose the game
because I was too modest.
So I guessed "cunt," and everyone laughed and I finally
figured out that it was
some play called "The Country Wife." Then it was our turn to
choose a title.
Well, Marney came up with "One Touch of Venus," and when Dick acted it
out, he used "penis" as
a bad rhyme for the last word. By this time we were all
laughing, partly because
of the silliness to which the game had degenerated and
partly because we had gone
back to drinking the wine. Every title now had to be
acted out in some pornographic
way. My husband went through a pantomime
masturbation to arrive at
the last two syllables of the second word of "The
Homecoming." Then
Marney practically had an orgasm doing "The Man Who Came
to Dinner." Dick decided
that the first syllable of "Lucky Jim" sounded like "fuck"
and went through all the
motions until my husband stopped laughing and finally
guessed it. Then I
had to act out "Huckleberry Finn." I really had no choice for the
first syllable than to indicate
"sounds like" and start humping away, doing my best to
convey to Marney the word
"fuck." And all the time my husband and Dick kept
teasing us, saying how they
were going to beat us, telling us that we didn't have a
chance, making fun whenever
we had trouble, and threatening some bizarre forfeits
"when" they beat us.
Particularly when we were acting out some obscene word, they
would come up with all sorts
of sexual forfeits: We would have to describe in great
detail how we lost our virginity,
they were going to make us go down to the road and
moon the passing cars, they
were going to make us have a wet-tee-shirt contest - on
and on they went.
Well, the funny thing is that nobody was adding up the score so we didn't
even know who was ahead.
All Marney and I knew as that we were determined not
to lose, so we started being
very careful with our guesses and with the titles we
chose. In the meantime,
Dick and my husband were still working on the wine and
they were getting sillier
and sillier. They'd make some absurd guess just to work in
some sexual reference, they'd
make obscene gestures just for fun and mislead their
partner, all the time giggling
their silly heads off.
So it was no surprise when Marney finally started adding up the scores
that
we were ahead. She
didn't immediately tell them that and we quickly won the next
round, which was enough
to win the game. Now it was our turn to laugh. They took
it like good sports, even
continued their joking, until Marney reminded them that
they had a forfeit to pay.
Marney and I went off in a corner to decide their forfeit. "Let's
make them
really pay for all that
teasing," she said, and I readily agreed. I was a little tipsy
myself by then and in the
mood to get even with them for all their threats, but I
couldn't come up with a
good forfeit. "How about a wet-underpants contest,"
Marney suggested.
I giggled at the thought. "Wait," she continued, "I've got an
even better idea.
You know how men are always talking about the size of their
pricks and who has the largest?
Let's have a prick-size contest. We'll get a ruler and
make them measure their
pricks in front of us to see who has the longest. It's just the
kind of contest men are
always talking about and it will serve them right."
Well, I was a little drunk but not so far gone that I didn't worry about
what
might happen if we had them
both strip and compare erections. I certainly didn't
want this to lead to some
sort of swinging scene, everybody bedded down with each
other's spouse. However,
Marney reassured me, "Look, we'll just let them measure,
declare a winner, and then
Dick and I will leave, I promise you." In my befuddled
state, I thought about it
- the men had both been so obnoxious with their teasing and
their threats that it would
serve them right. Besides, I'd seen Dick's penis when we
snooped on them - it was
short and fat - so even though my husband's is only about
average in size, I thought
he'd win. If he lost, he might be angry with me later, but if
he won, knowing the pride
men take in their size, I figured he wouldn't complain too
much.
So I found a ruler and Marney announced to them what their forfeit was.
They stood there staring
at us when she told them, but before they could say
anything, Marney yelled
at them like a marine sergeant, "All right, drop those pants,
let's go, chop chop, I want
to see you out of those pants NOW." I think my husband
might have rebelled had
not Dick immediately lowered his trousers, but then he
obviously felt he had to
go along, so down went his pants. "OK," Marney shouted,
"out of those underpants,
let's go, chop chop," and she waved the ruler around as if
she might hit them with
it.
So there they stood, pantsless, their penises hanging limply. In
their flaccid
state, Dick's was clearly
larger - both thicker and longer - and he started to reach for
the ruler. "No you
don't," said Marney, "get them hard. It only counts when they're
hard. So stiffen them
up so we can get an honest measurement and go home."
Dick started rubbing the palm of his hand over his penis, as I had seen
him
do it in his bedroom, and
he slowly became erect. It was, for me, a rather strange
sight because he didn't
seem to get any longer, just stiffer and, if anything, thicker.
Slowly, as he continued
rubbing, his penis rose out in front of him, getting harder
and gaining a purple color.
My husband now had no choice but to try to win. He grasped his dangling
penis in his hand and pulled
on the head a few times. Now normally, it doesn't take
much for my husband to get
an erection - sometimes I need only look at him the right
way and up he pops - and
he has never failed me when I've wanted him. But now,
under the pressure to produce
an erection with all of us standing around waiting to
measure him, he was clearly
having trouble. He held his flaccid penis in his hand
and ran his thumb along
it, stroking it away from his body. Slowly it began to
respond. Then he wrapped
his hand around it and began a more rapid stroke.
Eventually we could see
it grow in his hand, getting longer and harder and redder,
but it did not yet stick
up at its usual angle.
While this was going on, Marney was making jokes about "Dick's dick" and
"This contest is going to
be a blow out" and "Who's going to be the lucky stiff who
wins?" Of course,
this didn't help my husband's efforts at all. Dick seemed to be
used to Marney's banter
and just smiled as he continued his rubbing, but my husband
seemed to retreat into himself.
His eyes clouded over as if his mind were somewhere
else. I would have
loved to know what he was imagining that could aid him in
achieving an erection.
He was ignoring her and concentrating on getting his full
erection, and his imagination
was definitely helping.
Now each man had retreated into a world of his own, rapidly stroking his
fist
up and down his penis so
as to make it as hard and as long as he could. It was
getting time to compare
the two. "Hey," Marney said, "you guys better ease up or
one of you will come and
start to shrink again. I think it's time to measure."
To my surprise, when I got a good look at it, Dick's penis was not all
that
short. It just looked
short because it was so thick compared to my husband's. It was
a marvel that so fat a penis
could fit into so thin a woman as Marney, but I had seen
with my own eyes that she
had had no trouble taking it in. Marney held the ruler
against it so we could all
see - Dick measured just an eighth of an inch less than six
inches. I began to
worry that my husband might be shorter than that. Just looking,
they looked about the same
length and Dick's just might be longer. I took the ruler
and held it against my husband's
erection, pressing it down against him to get the
maximum length, and measured
him. I breathed a sigh of relief. His penis was
about one eighth of an inch
longer than six inches.
Marney and I declared my husband the winner. Dick objected that we
should measure width as
well as length. "Width is more important," he said. "Yes,
honey," Marney replied condescendingly,
"we know that, but the contest was length.
Take your loss like a man
and get your clothes on so we can go home."
True to her word, Marney thanked us for a lovely evening and fussed over
my cooking while Dick was
pulling on his pants, and then they left. When they were
finally gone, I again breathed
a sigh of relief. I told my husband that I was kind of
uneasy with the direction
the evening had gone. Standing there without his pants
and flaccid again, he told
me it was all in fun, there was nothing to be concerned
about, and he got me to
admit that I really had had a good time. He started
reminding me of some of
the silly acting out we had done and then started boasting
of the size of his penis
and his "great victory." Well, I started laughing and then he
kissed me and he started
getting hard again. Next, he insisted that his penis was
entitled to a victory kiss.
So of course, in a moment I had it in my mouth and he was
pulling off the rest of
his clothes and then mine. We barely made it to the bedroom
before I had his "monster"
penis buried in my vagina.
Then I had to admit that we REALLY had had a great evening, although I
wondered what would happen
the next time we got together with Marney and Dick.
We didn't see them for a while because my job called me out of town and
we
decided to make a short
vacation out of the trip, so my husband went with me. The
day we got back, we ran
into Marney. She immediately invited us to dinner on the
next Saturday. "We
had such a fun time and you made such a wonderful dinner that
I really have to reciprocate,"
she said. I was a little concerned about what might
happen, but before I could
say anything, my husband had accepted the invitation. I
guess we really couldn't
have refused.
Later, I told him I was worried about what they might expect after what
happened last time and that,
after what we had been through with our previous
neighbors I certainly wasn't
about to fool around with another man. "Don't worry,"
he said, "there won't be
any wife swapping." I gave him a dirty look and he quickly
changed it to "spouse swapping."
"I guarantee there won't," I said, "but I just hope
there won't be any embarrassing
misunderstanding."
Two nights later, my husband called me into his shop. "Look at what
they're
up to," he said. He
had his spy camera on and Marney and Dick were at it in their
bedroom, while my husband
videotaped the action. According to my husband, they
had started as usual - Dick
had done a strip tease for Marney and pranced around the
room a bit, showing off
his erection. What had first caught my husband's attention
was that every once in a
while Dick seemed to look directly at the camera. When I
came in, Dick was lying
on the bed and Marney was in the process of tying his arms
to the headboard, using
a couple of his neckties. Next, she tied his legs to the
footboard, leaving him spread-eagled
on the bed, his fat erection sticking almost
straight up.
Then it was Marney's turn to put on a show. She ran her hands up
and down
her body, massaging her
breasts with the palms of her hands in slow circular
motions. When she
lowered her hands, you could see her long nipples protruding,
tenting out her dress.
With such small breasts, I don't think she ever wore a bra. She
then turned her attention
to her crotch, pressing the base of her hand hard against it
and rubbing it in small
circular motions. She stopped just long enough to reach
under her dress and remove
her panties. Then she returned to her crotch rubbing.
All this time Dick was watching
her from his bound position on the bed, his erection
seeming to get harder and
fatter, if that were possible. I noticed from the bulge in
his pants that my husband
had grown a nice erection, too.
Marney continued her rubbing, but turned her back to Dick. Then she
slowly pulled her dress
over her head, first revealing her tiny butt and then pulling
the dress completely off.
She turned to face Dick, one hand pulling on an erect
nipple and one rubbing her
clitoris with a finger tip. She moved close to Dick,
where he could see what
she was doing, but facing the camera so we didn't miss
anything either. Her
vagina was only a foot or two from Dick's face as she began to
slide a finger in and out
of it. It was obvious that she was wet, because her finger
came out shiny with her
juices. When it was good and wet she held it near his
mouth. He greedily
tried to raise his head so his extended tongue could lick her
finger, but she kept it
just out of his reach and the neckties that held him prevented
him from getting closer.
Back her fingers went to her vagina. She stood near to him and spread
her
legs. With her two
hands, she spread her long labia, giving him a close view of her
opened vagina. I could
see the pulse beating in his erection as he strained to get
closer.
Marney just smiled at his efforts. She brought her hand close to
his penis,
but didn't touch it.
Dick arched his back and tried to turn, so his erection would
make contact with her hand,
but she always kept it just an inch away. The she
lowered her hand to his
thigh. With the tips of her fingers, she caressed his thighs
and the base of his belly.
She ran her fingernail over his scrotum. All the time he
kept trying to wiggle closer
so his penis would feel her flesh, trying to get some
relief.
I found the agony unbearable, so I know he must have been going crazy.
I
could hear my husband's
breathing getting heavier. Without taking my eye from the
TV screen where Marney continued
to tantalize Dick, I reached over and ran my
hand over my husband's erection.
He quickly unzipped his pants so that at least HE
could feel contact with
flesh.
Marney's teasing went on. She would slide her fingers in and out
of her
vagina, rub her clitoris,
pull on her nipples, and then return to Dick, massaging
everything but his penis.
By this time, my husband's pants were on the floor and I
had a firm grip on his erection.
He had moved behind me and was massaging my
breasts, first through my
clothing and then, after removing my blouse and bra,
caressing my naked nipples,
cupping my breasts and pressing them to my chest as,
behind me, I ran my hand
up and down his penis.
Finally, Marney touched Dick's penis. She slowly ran the edge of
one
fingernail up its length.
Dick cried out for more. Again and again, she allowed only
the edge of her nail to
touch it as it moved up its length. Now my skirt and panties
were on the floor.
Both my husband and I kept our eyes glued on Marney and Dick
as I bent over and he entered
me from behind. One hand still on my breast and one
hand rubbing my clitoris,
he slowly slid in and out of me. I supported my bent-over
body with my arms as my
attention wandered from the sight of Marney and Dick in
front of me to the attention
my husband was giving me.
Now we could hear Marney telling Dick to beg for it. And beg he did.
"Rub
it, kiss it, put it in your
cunt," he cried. Marney just asked for more. "Louder," she
insisted as she straddled
him, her vagina just out of reach of his penis, "louder. I
want the neighbors to hear
you begging." "Put it in!" he screamed, louder than I had
ever heard him before.
Marney gave a glance toward the camera, as if asking for our approval,
and
finally relented.
She slid her vagina down over his erection and I could see that
Dick had reached the end;
immediately, he was exploding in an orgasm. Almost in
concert with him, my husband
came also.
I have no idea what Marney and Dick did then, because I had lost all interest
in them. Huge spasms
racked my body as wave after wave of my orgasm shook my
body. My arms no longer
supported me, and my husband and I crumpled to the floor
together.
When Saturday came round, we went next door for dinner, which turned out
to be quite lovely.
Dick, who evidently did most of the cooking, had prepared
spaghetti carbonara, along
with an arugula salad, and served it with a nice Chianti
wine - lots of wine, in
fact.
When dinner was finished and the dishes cleared and stacked in the
dishwasher, Marney suggested
a game. Oh, oh, I thought, what kind of swinging
game does she have in mind?
But what she had in mind turned out to be only
Monopoly. Buying and
selling property, building hotels, trying to avoid the other
guy's property. Surely
that was safe enough. Again, she suggested that we play in
teams, this time my husband
and me against Dick and her.
We played along for a while, each of us trying to collect a monopoly of
one
color or another so we could
start building. Playing in teams helped this, because
your partner could help
you get a monopoly by trading with you, even if you didn't
have everything he wanted.
So it didn't take long before we each had some property
we could build on, and then
the little houses started going up. Bit by bit we built up
our property. We even
agreed to change the rules so we could continue building
after we got hotels, adding
more houses or even additional hotels. So the price of
landing on someone else
got pretty steep, even with a partner who would lend you
money to pay your debts.
Eventually, Marney landed on Marvin Gardens, which my husband owned
and had really built on.
It was clear she couldn't pay the rent unless she mortgaged
most of her buildings, which
would have meant that she had no chance of recouping
her losses. She thought
about it for a while, and then said that if my husband would
forgive her the rent, she'd
give him her blouse. My husband immediately agreed (the
pig!). Off came her
blouse, revealing those petite breasts with the long nipples.
I worried a bit where this was going, but I really don't object to nudity
(I
rather like it, in fact),
and everyone in the room had already seen Marney naked
(although not everyone knew
that), and wine always makes me a little less inhibited,
so I just sat there and
watched my husband stare at her breasts and Marney and Dick
watch him stare.
Well, that set the precedent. From then on, every time someone landed
on
someone else, off came a
piece of clothing. No one paid in cash. Every time there
was any cash, it went to
buy another house or hotel. The bank was getting all the
money and we were all loosing
our clothing. It was all in good fun. When my bra
came off, Dick indulged
in a little good-natured comparison of my decent-sized
breasts with Marney's small
ones. We were all laughing and drinking Chianti and
generally have a good time.
Eventually, we were all down to our underpants when my husband landed on
Marney's hotels and lost
his underpants, becoming the first to be completely naked.
Dick, whose turn it was
next, landed on his own property, so he didn't have to pay
anything. Then it
was my turn. Of course I landed on Dick's property and there
went my panties.
With my husband and me both naked, we were ready to concede defeat.
Since the way we were playing,
there was no way to recover our losses, it was only a
matter of the next time
we landed on one of their properties. So we offered to call it
a day. But Marney
insisted we play on. "Come on," she said, "you want a chance to
strip us, don't you.
It's my turn and if I land on one of you, I lose my panties, too.
And," she said turning to
my husband, "I know you've just been dying for a peak at
my pussy." My husband
blushed.
"But what happens if we land on you?" I asked. "We've got nothing
to pay
you with." "Oh, you
could pay some silly forfeit," was the response. Well, I
remembered the forfeit from
the last dinner. Basically, it had been harmless. Just a
little silliness.
Since we were all essentially naked anyway, and since we were
having a good time, and
since the wine was good, we agreed.
So, of course, Marney missed my property, and my husband landed smack in
the middle of hers - Park
Place, of all things, loaded with buildings. There was no
way, even if we mortgaged
all our buildings and property, that we could pay for that.
It was the forfeit for us.
There was a lot of kidding and then Marney and Dick went
off to decide on our forfeit.
It didn't take them long.
"We want you," said Marney, "to fuck while we watch."
Whoa! That was going too far. We started to protest.
"We can go to our
bedroom," she continued,
"and Dick will just videotape you while we watch. That's
all, nothing more.
He knows I'd kill him if he so much as touched you." Our
protests continued.
"After all," Marney ignored us, "you've watched and videotaped
us."
Suddenly we were silent.
We were stunned.
They knew! How could they know? How could they possibly have
found
out that we spied on them?
Marney answered our silent question. "Some time ago,"
she explained, "Dick noticed
a nail hole in the bedroom molding without a nail in it.
He didn't think much about
it until we visited your house. Then, when we were in
the TV shop, we both noticed
a Spies R Us catalog, which struck us as kind of odd.
We asked ourselves why you
would have a spying catalog. Dick went down to the
store and got one of their
catalogs and we went through it. The ad for the tiny
camera that would fit in
a nail hole caught our eye and rang a bell. Of course, that
empty nail hole in the molding
on our bedroom wall next to your shop.
"When you guys were away last week, Dick stuck a flexible probe in the
hole and discovered that
the hole went all the way through the wall. Well, we
thought, live by Spies R
Us, die by Spies R Us. Dick bought a microphone device
that they advertised would
let us hear through walls by the vibrations in the walls. It
had some sort of microphone
device that would cancel out the sounds made on our
side of the wall.
This was perfect. We attached it to the wall and hooked it up to
a
tape recorder. Do
you want to hear what we recorded the other night?"
Without waiting for an answer, she turned on the tape recorder. The
sound
was muffled, but it was
clearly my husband's voice. "Honey, come here quickly.
Look at what they're up
to. They started in the usual way, but now look." There was
a pause and then my voice
came in. "Wow! She's tying him down." Another pause.
"Are you taping it?"
Marney let the tape run for another minute or so and then shut
it off.
"At first we considered taking you to court, but the thought of what the
newspapers would make of
it caused us to forget that approach. Then, my ever
peaceful husband offered
to beat you up." The four of us stood there staring at each
other, ignoring the fact
that two of us were completely naked and the other two
almost so. The situation
had become quite tense.
"Then," Marney said with a smile, "we realized that we really didn't mind.
It
had, in fact, been a tremendous
turn-on for us once we suspected you. The idea that
you were watching us fuck,
that our pleasure was giving you pleasure, our
excitement was exciting
you, just added to our excitement. Like the chewing gum
commercial - `Double your
pleasure, double your fun' - it added an extra tang to our
screwing. We decide
it would be fun to leave the hole there, let you watch. If we
ever want to stop you for
some reason, all we have to do is cover the hole."
Suddenly my husband and I could breathe again. I could feel the tension
in
the room decline.
Marney went on, "But fair is fair. You've watched and taped us,
we should have a chance
to watch and tape you. Then each of us will have a tape of
the other, both for added
fun and for protection."
Well, having someone watch us was one of our fantasies. And, of course,
we had indeed already watched
them. Further, they were being so nice about our
really terrible act of spying
on them. I looked at my husband and could see his
growing erection.
Like me, the thought of our being watched was exciting him. So,
under the influence of Marney's
urging, our embarrassment at being caught, our
sense of fair play, the
wine, and the fact that the idea was kind of thrilling, I said,
"Well, we do owe you a forfeit."
Suddenly, the good spirit that had been present before returned to the
four of
us. We went to the
bedroom, where Dick turned on the light and revealed that he
had already set up his camcorder
on a fancy tripod - the kind you can roll around for
different views. There
was the bed laid out before us and all we had to do was get
started.
But the actual performance was a different thing from the concept.
With the
lights on and Dick videotaping,
we had both become very nervous and self-
conscious. My husband's
erection had disappeared; his penis hung limply and was
getting smaller as we stood
there. I had butterflies in my stomach and wondered if
we could actually go through
with it. We stood there doing nothing for a few
minutes. Finally,
he stepped toward me and gave me a little, reassuring kiss. He
followed this with another,
more serious kiss. I brought my body close to his and
opened my mouth to his now
probing tongue. I reached down and took his soft penis
in my hand and kneaded it
gently, feeling it grow and stiffen, at the same time
feeling my heart pounding.
As I let go and pressed against him, I could feel the life
returning to his penis,
which was now forcing itself against my leg, trying to find
room in which to rise to
its usual angle of erection.
My husband stepped back from me, letting his erection spring up, and began
to massage my nipples.
I stood there, feeling the tingling sensation emanate from my
nipples and spread into
my body, warming it and urging it on, along with a tightness
in my chest from the realization
that we had an audience. "Get over it," I said to
myself, "you've got to do
it". I slid to my knees and, taking his penis in my hand,
began to kiss it - first
on its shaft and then on its purple head. I slipped my lips over
the head, ran my tongue
once around it, and then began to suck it. At first, I only
took the head into my mouth,
but then I took in more and more until I had deep-
throated the entire length.
As I let my mouth slide up and down on that firm, velvety
penis, I grasped his scrotum
and gently squeezed his testicles.
Of course, what made this different from our usual love-making was my
acute awareness that we
were being watched. I slowly released my husband's penis
and glanced toward Dick.
He had his eye glued to the camcorder and was playing
with the zoom, but Marney
had moved next to him and was running her hand over
the bulge in his underpants.
However, my husband quickly recaptured my attention. He raised my
from
the floor, so I stood next
to him as he sat on the bed. Then he took one nipple in his
mouth, pulling on it with
his lips and sucking on it. With the palm of his hand, he
rubbed my clitoris, pressing
hard against my mons. I was wet now and had almost
forgotten the camcorder,
but not quite.
I lay on the bed with my knees up and my legs spread while my husband
began to probe my first
my labia and then my vagina with his tongue. I closed my
eyes and let the waves of
sensation expand from where his tongue was alternately
licking my clitoris and
then burying itself in my vagina. I was building to a climax
too soon, so I pulled away,
opening my eyes in time to see that Dick's underpants
were gone and his thick
erection was disappearing into Marney's mouth. The sudden
awareness that they were
so close to us, watching us, and reacting with such fervor
almost put me over the top.
I pulled my husband up on top of me, grasped his probing erection, and
guided into my soaking vagina.
He slowly entered me, a millimeter at a time, until
he was halfway in.
Then he pulled almost all the way out and started forward again,
inching his way just a bit
farther than before.
My head turned from side to side and, out of the corner of my eye I saw
that
Dick was no longer at the
camcorder. The red light told me that it was still
recording, but Dick had
slid to the floor with Marney. I could just barely see him
underneath her, who was
straddling him and seemed to be riding him as she would a
horse.
Another, deeper thrust from my husband and I was no longer watching Dick
and Marney. He was
now pumping harder and faster and, while I was not watching
them (or anything) anymore,
in my mind I kept saying, "They're watching us, they're
watching me, they're watching
him pump his hard penis into me, they're watching
me, they're watching me
fuck, they're watching me...watching me...watching me
coooooommmme!," as the earthquake
erupted within me. In a moment, my
husband's volcano blew,
while the aftershocks of my earthquake continued to shatter
me.
It took a while to regain consciousness. I nudged my husband, who
had
crumpled next to me, and
with my chin indicated the surging Marney and Dick as
they neared their climax,
Marney's face flushed, her freckles darker than ever.
Quietly we rose from the
bed. There wasn't much point in our waiting for them to
finish. Even if they
were to come immediately, we knew from our spying that they'd
just get started again -
more than likely they'd be at it for hours.
We returned to the living room to recapture our clothing, dressed, and
quietly let ourselves out.
Later my husband and I talked about our relationship with Marney and Dick.
Was this going to be a problem?
Certainly, their sex games and the mutual watching
added spice both to our
meetings with them and to our own love life. But it carried
dangers to our marriage
with it. As long as it was just looking and not touching
across marriages, it was
ok. We were adamant that that was as far as it would go,
and I recalled that Marney
had expressed the same sentiment. For the time being,
then, we didn't feel threatened.
A couple of days later, my husband idly turned on the spy camera.
Sure
enough, Marney and Dick
were at it again. Or, knowing them, perhaps they were
still at it. Dick
was on his back on the bed and Marney was riding him in their usual
position. But there
were a couple of differences. One difference was that as Marney
slid up and down on Dick's
fat erection, she would occasionally glance toward our
camera and smile - one time
she even waved. The possibility that we might be
watching them had obviously
added something to their activities.
The other difference was that they had moved their bedroom TV to a
position where it was clearly
visible to them and to us, and they were playing a
videotape. So as we
watched their two bodies writhing on the bed we could also see
another two bodies writhing
on their TV screen. The image we saw was small, of
course, but we could clearly
recognize that the bodies on their TV screen were ours.
It was a clear reminder
that, even if we never got together again, through the magic
of videotape we'd be still
be able to see a lot of each other.