Okay, here’s the long and short of it. My name’s Dennis and I’ve been married for a year to the hottest little spitfire I’ve ever known. She loves sex and makes it seem like a practiced art form. We are madly in love and our favorite pastime is finding new ways to prove it. One of our hottest discoveries has got to be doing it in public places. The thrill of possibly being watched getting down and dirty is such a frigging turn on. She trusts me to protect her yet thrill her into major orgasms, and as she has found out I love to watch her facial expressions when totally enthralled in her own heat.

That’s what has me here, walking behind Brandee in the darkness of the Natural Woods park close to midnight. It was a beautifully warm summer night we had picked to try this for our first time. As soon as we had split up I decided that we had come way too late and if we ever did anything like this again that just after dark would be much better.

I was watching Brandee casually walking along, swaying her hips in a way that resembled a fishing lure to me. She was only wearing farmer style cut-off shorts, and a wife-beater style tee. We had been talking about doing this all day and when she knew I was going to get as much from it as she would, she was all for it. We had been talking about how I absolutely loved watching her enjoying herself when we were out in public and she was about to get off. I had mentioned how it would be great to see it from a slightly greater distance so I could see the entire action. At first we talked about hiding a camera before we got started to catch it all on tape. I then tried to be amusing and told her I’d love to watch her blowing some innocent guy’s mind by showing him her skills.

I caught something in her eye and knew she had thought about doing just that. At first when I questioned her about it, she denied ever wanting to be with another guy, but when I explained I was only interested in the voyeur portion of it, she agreed that she would love to have me watching for that aspect alone. We knew the sex at home after our adventures always confirmed our love for each other, so if something went on that one of us didn’t like, it was made up for and talked over as we made love. Like the time I had flashed her chest to an old guy one day that caught us making out in our car and she didn’t respond well to me having done it without telling her I was going to first. After making love while talking about it, it quickly became a desire of hers to have me flash her so she could feign disapproval over it. Getting flashed by a girl is hot, but seeing a girl getting flashed by a boyfriend without her tacit approval was always so much hotter for the onlooker.

Several men had passed her and gave her quick salutations, but continued on after looking back to see what I got to sleep with every night. I knew this was a place for great happenstance meetings because the path through the park was between two major office building complexes that worked around the clock on government contracts. Plus the caliber of men that would choose to walk the short distance from one building to the other was higher than most male hangouts would hold, such as bars. Every now and then Brandee would glance back at me as if to make sure I was staying close enough to protect her. Her heat was showing through her smile and that made it clear to me that she was really ready to put on a show for me.

We had to walk the short path several times before one of the men really got stopped in his tracks and asked her what she was doing in the park by herself so late. I couldn’t hear her voice, but his was sort of giving me both sides of their conversation. It was easy too see that she was very receptive to the man in front of her. And when I saw her hand reach out to run her fingers casually down his arm, I knew my sweet little vixen had hooked her an interesting playmate. When I saw her look around, I knew she was getting him to go off the beaten path a hair so they could get acquainted. I had no idea how she got him to follow her so easily, but he took a hold of her hand when she offered it to him, and she led him into the darker part of the woods behind a bunch of tall bushes.

It was a lot harder to see her now and I went off the trail myself as I quickly sought to catch up with them. I got close enough to see them in the light from the path and they were just looking at each other. I was so fucking excited that I was going to see my pretty little wife offer herself up to a stranger for a quick encounter. The only rules we had really established were on safety, how far she would go at the most, and how I would walk up and scare the guy away when she raised one arm into the air as if to stretch.

I could swear she knew exactly where I was when it looked as if she looked right at me. I saw her smile and realized that it was for me. She was so hot knowing that I was looking on and was doing this for my pleasure as well as hers; she played the part like a pro. I saw her grab the mans’ right hand, and slowly spin her body around to wrap herself into his arms. At first she held both of his hands to her belly with hers, then I watched her tilt her head up and back to kiss him. I felt a slight pang of jealousy, but was far hornier than mad at seeing my love kiss another guy. And when I saw her lift his hands to the side openings of her farmer shorts, I suddenly became aware of the moist tip of my hardon. I knew the feel all too well of slipping my own hands into those very shorts to grab her honey pot. The shorts were just loose enough for a guy to slide his hands in deep enough to cover her entire vulva quite easily.

I had to creep a little closer to see her face better, and when I could see her, the look of ecstatic pleasure she wore made me so happy we had decided to play this game. I was close enough to hear her gentle moaning and at one point I could even see her eyes roll from sight into the back of her head. She looked so happy, was clearly enjoying the feel of a strange mans’ hands feeling her pussy, and was so damn beautiful in the role of prey. I could make out her undulating her hips against his hands and then I saw one lump, his hand, running up under her tee to grab her right tit. I had gone through these same motions in those, my favorite shorts, so many times. I relished the memories I had of twisting her nipples ever so slightly and reaching deep into her crotch to slide my fingers through her extremely wet lips. I knew she had decided not to wear any panties to make herself even more accessible, so this man was getting everything handed to him on a platter.

Brandee must have hit a pretty hot spot, because whenever she did, she would want to kiss me to keep her sexual rush going. So I knew where she was in her mind when she turned as much as his deep sunken hands would allow, and reached up to kiss him in a very passionate way. It was odd that watching her essentially having sex with him feeling her up was nothing but a major turn on for me, but when she kissed him like that I felt a wave of jealousy flow in that I found too hard to handle. I decided to end it and ducked back onto the trail.

I called her name a couple of times and she appeared on the trail in front of me like a school girl coming out to show daddy that she hadn’t been up to anything. We didn’t really discuss anything about my jealousy until after we had gone home and enjoyed our fucking to the stories we told each other about the experience. As soon as I brought it up, she looked so worried and pleaded with me to understand it had all been for my benefit. I told her I did understand, but it’s still a hard emotion to overcome. I told her that that was the only part that had made it look like she was cheating on me. She promised to never kiss another guy like that again if it should come about, but I told her it was my problem and I’d have to come to terms with it being part of the game.

“You mean you want to do this again sometime?”

I said, “Hell yah! It was the most erotic thing I think we’ve ever done, don’t you? Unless you didn’t like it, than never again.”

She was quick to admit that she had gotten so hot and wet that she did want to do it again as long as I was watching and was okay with it. She again mentioned that she would curb the passionate kissing, but I told her it would be expected from any guy.

After we had talked ourselves back into a frenzy, we fucked again like never before. It was evident that we had found a new hobby that held a mountain of possibilities. As we fucked each other, we talked about what would be hot to do the next time, and realized that the possibilities were indeed almost endless. I fell asleep after getting off, still in her, and lying on top of her. Ten or fifteen minutes later I woke, rolled off her, and then just watched her beautiful form as she slept. I loved being her Watcher.

This is going to be a series and most of the stories are going to be very short strokers at best. I’m writing this for that special group of people that love to voyeur as others get ravaged. And if my mail is any indicator, it seems that most voyeurs are female.