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Subject: {ASSM} Watching the Watcher, a wife sharing/voyeur story 2/2 by Marc
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 06:10:05 -0500
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It did.

   She moved onto me, kneeling over me.

   Her hands started on shirt buttons, then cuffs.

   "Sit up."

   She moved so I could.

   She pushed at my shirt, I pulled, and it was off.

   "Lie down."

   I did.

   She moved lower, and got the clasp on my slacks undone, then the
zipper..

   "You pulled some of my clothes off -- now it's my turn."

   Moving lower she tugged at my pants, and they and my briefs started
down, over my hips.

   I watched as my hairy belly gave way to a hairier groin.

   I watched as she pulled, and I lifted up, she drew the band of material
over my penis's shaft,

   to its end,

   and it sprang up.

   She finished with the pants, pulled at socks, and soon enough I was
naked and erect.

   "You look good enough to eat," she said.

   "Maybe, but I still don't know what you look like under that dress."

   "Is that an invitation?"

   "You bet." I glanced to be sure she was between me and the gap in the
draperies, so Baldy couldn't see my lips, and whispered "I want you to put
on a show for our audience."

   She paused about one beat, then said "That's an offer I can't refuse."

   She rolled off the bed, then moved to its side so she was facing me and
the drapery.

   "If," she said as her hands moved to the clasp behind her neck that was
holding the dress closed, "if I take this off, are you going to be nice or
nasty?"

   "What would you prefer?"

   By then she got the clasp unhooked, and the zipper lowered, and was
hoisting the dress over her head.

   Her voice, muffled by the dress, made a promise: "I feel a little on the
trashy side.  I'm going to be more nasty than nice."

   And the dress was off.

   "Pretty slip.  Too bad about the bra, I like my women not to wear them."

   "I can fix that," she told me, and did that thing women do, getting the
bra off without taking off her slip.

   We may have been putting on a show, but this woman standing in front of
me, wearing a filmy slip that almost exposed as much as it concealed was
turning me on big time!

   "Is that slip going to come off?"

   "Are you man enough to take it off me?"

   "You bet."

   I was off the bed, and facing her, reaching down to grab at the slip
when she said "No, not that way."

   I stood, following her lead, and soon enough she had us staged as she
wanted -- her, with her back to me, facing the window -- and lifted her
arms.

   "That way."

   Any way was fine with me!

   I bend down, grabbed the lower edge of the slip, and began lifting.

   And she stood there, arms raised, as it, like a curtain, lifted,
preparing us for the next act.

   She backed against me as I dropped it to the side, she pressed hard
against my body.

   She reached behind to take my hands, and drew them around her waist, and
extended her neck, tilted her head, inviting my lips to her shoulder.

   I was eager to follow her lead.

   As I nibbled there, her hands guided mine, one to her breast, the other
lower, across her pubic mound.

   "I think this is very sexy," she told me, moving her hips against my
cock.

   "I think anyone would think that," I agreed, while I pulled at her leg a
little, enough to encourage her to stand with her feet a little apart,
enough to give that hand access.

   My lips were on her neck now, next to her ear.  "Nod if you think he's
liking this."

   Her hand, covering mine, guided my fingers between her legs, and she
pulled up, pressing them between her lips.  She nodded.

   "I'm liking this," she said, and then there was that sharp breath as my
fingers hooked into her vulva.

   "I'm liking this a lot!"

   "I'll tell you what I'd like. . ."

   "Tell me."

   "You said I looked good enough to eat, didn't you." I was loud enough
for any voyeur who might be nearby to hear me.

   She was gasping, pelvis tilted to accommodate my fingers, and she nodded
yes.

   "I want you to prove that."

   "OK," she grunted, "as soon as you stop doing that."

   "What part of me are you going to eat?" I asked, not yet stopping
pleasuring her.

   "Keep doing that, and I'll be eating all of you."

   "All?"

   "Yes, all.  The part that's poking my ass, the parts hanging under that,
maybe other parts, too, any part you like, if you encourage me."

   "Oh?  Any part?" My fingers were busy.

   "Any part you like, if you keep doing what you're doing." She reached
behind her, and found my cock, began stroking it.

   "That part, for sure," she said.

   My fingers were busy little critters, probing, touching, getting wet,
getting warm.

   I stopped, brought those fingers to my mouth.

   "You taste good."

   "You're very sexy," she countered.

   She backed hard against me again, and my fingers went back to work.

   "You're really good at that," she told me.

   She reached behind herself, and me, with both hands, her hands met above
my buttocks.

   "Has any woman played with you there," she asked, her fingers tracing
between them, her words coming out in pace with the finger fucking I was
administering to her.

   "No."

   She was shaking a little, maybe because of what I was doing, maybe
because of the circumstances, but shaking, never the less.

   "I feel trashy tonight.  This woman will play with you there.  I want to
know how you taste all over..  You're going to be my late evening snack. 
Get on the bed."

   I did, wanting to take advantage of her promise, careful to lay so my
head was to the balcony.  I wanted him to see, too.

   Maureen moved to my feet, licked at my ankle.

   "Oh, that's nice," I told her, looking at her, her face partially
obscured by my very erect cock.

   Then it was my knee that got her mouth's attention.

   I bent my legs, knees up, her between them, face to the side, nibbling.

   Somehow she got to mid thigh, my penis was pointing at her ear as her
tongue did erotic things to my leg.

   She got nearer, until my cock was at her cheek.

   "It's time to stop teasing me, Maureen.  It's time for you to turn your
head."

   She did, and my cock moved along her cheek, then crossed her lips.

   I saw her lips purse, saw them touch the side of my shaft.  I moved a
little so its head was at her mouth.  I got the most erotic light touch of
a kiss.

   She reached up, took one of my hands, and pulled it to my cock.  Her
fingers wrapped mine around it, and she pushed my hand down.

   My foreskin peeled back, exposing a purple engorged head.

   "That's want I wanted to see," she told me, and those lips touched me
there.

   She moved so that her face was in profile to me, and the balcony, and I
watched her tongue wet her lips, then extend, and touch me.

   Its pointy tip moved along my head, up, touching, licking, probing at
the end, pressing in there, while her hand guided mine in a classic
masturbation movement, masturbating me, causing me to masturbate myself,
exciting me, exciting her, and I was sure, exciting her husband who could
see almost as well as I could.

   "Maureen, I want that in your cunt right now, I can't take much more of
what you're doing."

   "In a hurry, are you?" she asked, lifting a little while I sagged back
to the bed.

   She lowered he head, hiding me in her mouth.  I could feel little spasms
as her lips made a sleeve for my cock.

   "I do like this.  It's more erotic and better than I would have
believed. I'm right on the verge of an orgasm - - -" she said, while
driving me close, too. .

   She lay down on me, resting, chest on chest, cock trapped under her, for
a minute or two.

   "I hope you have something left," she finally said.

   "I'm still loaded - - I've been holding back as much as I can."

   "Good.  I want you to cum, but the first time won't be in me -- at
least, not in the usual place.  I always was a very oral person, and I'm
not done being oral with you."

   She rolled off of me, lay beside me, leaned over my head, so we could
kiss while her hand was stroking my cock.

   "That's nice," she said, knowing I was fully erect.

   She pushed at me -- not understanding, I just lay there.

   "Bill, roll over.  I want to do your back."

   An offer I couldn't refuse.

   She reached into the bed's side table, and withdrew a bottle of baby
oil. "I just happen to have this handy," she said.

   She poured some into her hand, and let it warm there.  That went to my
back, and in a moment was spread out and rubbed in.

   "Nice." I wanted to encourage her.

   I and she were facing away from the balcony.  She leaned over my body,
turned so she was facing away from the balcony, and whispered "this is fun.
I'm going to be outrageous now."

   I knew from the weight shifting on the bed she was kneeling beside me.
Lots of kneading of my shoulders, then my waist.

   My buttocks.

   She got a hand between my legs, found my penis, and was holding that,
stoking me.

   I was sure my entire back and ass was oily -- it was as erotic an
experience as I've ever felt.

   "Ever use the expression 'Kiss my ass'?", she asked, stoking.

   "Sure."

   I felt her move.

   Felt a light touch on my buttocks.  I nearly exploded, it was so erotic.

   "Ever have it kissed before now?"

   "No!"

   "Want it kissed again?"

   "Yes."

   "Well?"

   "Well what?"

   Well, ask me to."

   "Oh.  OK.  Kiss my ass, Maureen!"

   There was that light touch again, low on my back, centered at what had
to be the start of my buttocks.

   "More?"

   "More!"

   "Well?"

   "Oh -- kiss my ass!"

   I felt her hands on me, spreading me, and a light touch again, lower
still!!

   She wouldn't do that, would she?  Her hands were pushing at my buttocks,
I could feel them so close to my anus.

   "I like being trashy," she said, her hands kneading at me, finger tips
at my anus.

   "Maureen, you're driving me crazy!"

   "Good." She didn't stop.

   "More?" she prompted.

   "Yes, of course, more."

   I could feel her changing position.

   "Well, ask me."

   I understood!

   She was moving a little, then I said "Maureen, kiss my - - " I spasmed
so hard I felt as though my cock drove a hole in the bed!

   I felt - I wasn't sure - fingers, tongue - something, moving there, in
the oil,

   I heard a noise -- I think it was a noise -- from the balcony, as
thought something like a chair fell over.

   It took a moment or two, until I finally relearned how to breath.  "Am I
trashy enough?"

   "Oh baby, you are."

   "Are you still hard?"

   "Just barely."

   "Maybe I'm not sexy enough to make you cum."

   "You are, it's just that I want to be in you."

   "Oh.  Well, that's easy.  Roll over."

   I did, still erect.  My mind drifted off topic for a moment: "Bill,
you're a super stud", it claimed, "for not shooting a load into the bed
just then."

   Maureen positioned me so my head was toward the balcony.

   A moment later she was squatting over me, her hands on my shoulders, her
pelvis above mine.

   She wasn't looking at me, she was looking toward the drapery where her
husband was watching.

   "Use you hands, guide yourself into me."

   I did, I had my cock's head brushing against her lips.

   She pushed herself almost upright, and with what had to be a defiant
look on her face, lowered herself.

   I felt the pressure of her on my cock, pushing down, and adjusted myself
that last fractional inch so my head started between her lips.

   That oily cock just slipped into that warm, moist sleeve as she lowered
herself, and then, with her leaning backwards, becoming more exposed again
as she lifted up.

   It - I - glistened with oil, with her secretions, with sex, as she rode
me, fucked me.

   "I can't hold back!"

   "Don't -- don't hold back, fill me up!"

   I had been on the verge of ejaculation for a long time, and it -- I --
came, pumping into her, while she stayed above me, mouth open, tongue
touching her lips, her own face flushed with excitement, her eyes closed,
until she sagged down over me, both of us exhausted, spent.

   That intimacy lasted a few minutes.

   "You'd better go now.  That was wonderful, but you'd better go." I had
forgotten my charter, my mission.  She remembered, though.

   As I rolled off the bed I saw the drapery had been moved, it was now
partly open.  Baldy must have been standing in plain sight when she was on
me!

   And now, he was going to enjoy her, too -- with very slippery and sloppy
seconds.

   I mostly dressed, and went to my own room a few floors away, fell into
bed, and slept a satiated sleep.

   I was sitting on the balcony in the morning, the newspaper in front of
me, a cup of coffee in my hand, thinking of what happened last night, when
a couple, hand in hand, body language identifying them as lovers, one
pretty, a trophy wife, and the other an older, balding man, made their way
to a Lexus parked nearby.

   He took her to the passenger side door, opened it for her, and before
she got in embraced and kissed her.

   A moment later he was in the car, too, and it began moving out of the
parking lot.

   As it turned right, I saw the passenger side window move down, and an
oval of a face looking at me.  Her hand emerged, waved, was withdrawn, and
the window closed, and the car was gone.

   I spent a long time on the balcony, looking out there.  "This," I
thought, "is something I'll remember until the day I die."

   I'll remember it, sometimes, bitterly, sometimes sweetly, but I'll
remember.

   Comments are welcome.

   Marc



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