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Mary (MMF, sharing)
by Anonymous (c) 2000


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My name is Jack. 

This story began about 20 years ago. I was a young man of 17 and my
sweetheart, Mary, was 15. We had been going together for about a year,
when I was informed that I was about to become a father. We had been
having sex in the backseat of my car and on rare occasions at her
house when her folks weren't at home. Even then it was a "quickie"
because we were never sure when her folks might return.  We always had
sex on the living room floor. Once when her folks came home early, I
had to shoot out the back door. It was a close call, but I didn't get
caught.

My sweetheart was really a cute gal. Perky firm breasts and the nicest
little ass you could ask for. I was in love and despite both our
families' protest, we were finally allowed to marry and moved into a
small bungalow. I got a job working nights in a warehouse and went to
school during the day. Five months later, we had a little girl.

I thought our marriage was pretty good with the exception of one
thing. And that was the very thing that brought us together, sex. My
idea of sex consisted of two kisses for foreplay and two minutes of
actually having sex. I generally say something like, "Boy, that was
good!" and turn over and go to sleep after sex. I knew something
wasn't right and something was missing. So did Mary. She never
complained and for a year or so that was the wayour sex was.

I began to grow more restless and wanted more from sex but figured it
was Mary's fault. In fact I told her that it was too bad she didn't
know more about how to have good sex. God knows she had enough
boyfriends and did pet but never went all the way. She was a virgin
when we met and I was the only one she ever had physically. One guy,
Carl, who was a couple of years older, took her right to the brink,
but she resisted and he never got in her. But she told me he did
everything but have actual penetration with her.

Our relationship was deteriorating and I had an uneasy feeling
about things. Mary was acting different. It wasn't one of those things
you put your finger on...just something was wrong. 

One night after going to work, I came down with a touch of flu-like
symptoms and asked my boss if I could go home early. It was 9:00 PM
and work was slow so the boss had no problems with that. I left and
drove home. When I pulled up in front of the house, all the lights
were out except for a light in the bathroom, which was unusual.
Normally I got home at 11:30PM and Mary always waited up for me.

I don't know why, but I walked around to the rear of our house and was
going to check to make sure nobody had broken in our house and that
things were OK. Our bedroom was in the rear of the house and our
bedroom shade was always pulled down to within a ˝ inch or so from the
sill. Our nearest neighbors were a couple of hundred of feet away so
nobody could see in our room. 

After seeing everything there were no problems in the rear, I started
to walk to the front of the house and for some reason; I bent down and
looked through that narrow crack between the shade and the sill. What
I saw changed my life forever. The bathroom where the light was coming
from adjoined our bedroom. The door was open and illuminated our
bedroom. It was dim but I could see everything. It was Mary and Carl.

Mary was in bed and Carl had her legs spread. He was kissing her in
that most intimate of places. I was outraged. Mary was always rather
modest of my looking at her vagina. Sure, I had seen her nude hundreds
of times but never when her legs were spread like that. I was jealous
and angry. Almost immediately, Carl raised himself up and he entered
Mary. His dick was half again as long as mine.

I couldn't stand any more, I rushed to the front door, opened it and
ran into the bedroom yelling, and I scared the hell out of both of
them. I flipped on the light and they both grabbed their clothes. I
could see spots on the bed and knew that this must have been the
second time for them. Carl was only partially dressed as he ran out
the front door, which left Mary and me alone. I was still yelling and
crying. Mary was no longer just mine -- she had had Carl.

She tried lying to me about this being the first time but then
admitted that this had been going on for a couple of months. She had
met Carl (who had also married) in the grocery. She told him that I
worked nights and that she got lonely at home in the evening. Carl had
suggested that he stop by some evening and maybe they could play
Rummy. Mary liked that idea and welcomed him stop by. She said it was
all innocent and she just wanted to play cards. It was only later that
she ever admitted she wanted him to come over and have sex with her.
She said that she always wanted Carl sexually and kind of regretted
that she didn't go all the way with him when they were going together.

I told Mary I was going to sleep on the couch and that was exactly
what I did. Or what I wanted to do. Mary slept in our bed, but I just
couldn't sleep. My mind was racing as I relived the thoughts of Carl
kissing and inserting himself in Mary. The size of Carl's stiff cock,
made me even more jealous and angry. I just cried. 

The next morning, I was still angry and when Mary came out of the
bedroom. I confronted her with her infidelity and demanded an
explanation. Mary didn't take kindly to the inquisition I was putting
her through and she finally really spoke her mind. I never had heard
her speak like that. 

She told me basically that Carl was physically attractive to her. She
told me that she felt like she should get more out sex than what she
had been getting and had been thinking about Carl for some time. It
was just that chance encounter at the grocery that set the stage for
the affair.  I demanded to know what happened when Carl came over to
the house.

She said, "Carl and I sat down on the couch and started talking about
"old times". Suddenly he leaned over and kissed me." Then she
proceeded, " While kissing me, he started fondling my breasts and then
running his hand up my leg and rubbing my clit. That was what we did
when we were dating and it never went any further than that, but know
I wanted him to make love to me."

I asked what happened next. She replied, "You know, Jack, I had never
seen any man with a hard-on beside you. Then Carl had unzipped his
pants and exposed his cock; I was not only surprised at his size but
also just how hard it was. After a few minutes, I got up from the
couch and took Carl by the hand into the bedroom".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing because Mary was always rather
shy.  I said, "YOU took Carl into the bedroom?" She nodded in the
affirmative. I was really kind of stupid about sex. I had really never
really rubbed her clit and she had been rather inhibited about telling
me how much pleasure that gave her. I still couldn't believe what Mary
was telling me. I was just numb.

Mary asked angrily, "Heard enough?"  "No", I replied, "Tell me
everything, I might just as well know". Really she had told me more
than I had wanted to hear, but the words just seemed to flow from my
mouth.
She then proceeded to tell me that when she and Carl got into the
bedroom, he removed the halter and shorts she was wearing. Mary
watched as he removed his shirt, jockey shorts and pants. As he stood
there naked, Mary could tell the desire he had for her by the way his
cock was throbbing.

To continue Mary said, "As soon as Carl got in bed with me, he spread
my legs and began kissing and using his tongue on my clit. I was kinda
scared at first, but the pleasure overcame my inhibitions and I was
really enjoying it. After a bit, he got on top and he began moving
ever so slowly. It seemed like forever before he increased his thrusts
and finally came to me. For the first time, I felt a man had really
made love to me"

She did not tell me what she had done in a bragging fashion. It was
more like she had pent up sexual frustrations and as long as I was
already angry, why not tell me what she was feeling. I was feeling
angry and hurt and inadequate. 

"What happened then?" I asked. "Sure you really want to know?" she
replied sardonically. With some misgivings, I boldly said, "Go ahead"

Mary said afterwards they just lay there and talked for a while and
once again Carl began kissing her. She said when she reached down to
caress him and he was already full erect. They continue on kissing and
caressing. Mary went on, "Carl then turned on his back and pulled me
on top of him. I reached down and put his cock inside me. Again he
moved ever so slowly. By now I was fully into sex and teased him by
lifting myself to where just the head of his cock remained inside me.
Then slowly I would lower myself back onto him. He loved it. I would
also arch my back so he had a full view of my tits and undulate as he
looked on in admiration. Then we both started moving faster and faster
until it was over. " She the finished with, "I couldn't believe what
an exhibitionist in just a couple of hours."

"What happened then?" I asked. "Nothing else, we just laid there for a
while and he got up, dressed and left. I remember walking him to the
door. I was still naked and when we kissed goodnight, I rubbed against
him real good. The living room lights were still on so I turn them off
before opening the front door. Didn't know who might be outside.
Everytime he came over, I would turn off those lights so when I kissed
him goodnight nobody could see us. That's why the lights were off last
night."

I didn't say anything for a few seconds, I then stupidly asked, " Then
you liked it?" She looked at me like she didn't believe what had
heard. Then she just said, "Of course."

That was more than enough for me at this setting. I didn't want
anything more to do with Mary. I was reflecting on what she had told
me. I had hardly ever rubbed her clit and never had used my tongue
between her legs. In fact, it was even a very rare event when she got
on top of me. When she had been on top, I would also always come in
just a few seconds.

I can't recall ever having sex with Mary twice in one evening. We
would often have sex in the morning and then again in the evening.
Each time the act was completed in just a few minutes. I had wanted to
ask Mary if it was better with Carl because of the size of his dick.
Now, I didn't care. Mary and I were through.

That was easier said than done, however. I couldn't just leave. I had
no money, was going to school and had a baby to support. So I decided
to stay where I was until I had enough money I could afford to move. I
was also going to be made assistant warehouse manager in a couple of
months and that would mean a nice pay raise. 

So stay I did. Mary and I did practically no talking for almost two
weeks. Just stuff like her saying, "I need grocery money", "Dinner is
ready", and "Your Mother called". I just didn't want anything to do
with her. I still loved her but I didn't want to try to resume our
relationship.  Since Mary and I were married, I had never gone longer
than a couple of days without sex. Except for those "days of the
month".

It had been just a little over two weeks now since I had caught Mary
and Carl in bed. It was a Saturday night and we were watching a movie
and having a beer or two. Mary was on one end of the couch and I on
the other end. Maybe it was the beer….maybe it was the long
abstinence, but anyway I reached over and kissed her. Much to my
surprise, she was quite receptive and said, "You know Jack, I still
love you and I won't see Carl any more". I was taken aback and felt a
resurgence of energy between my thighs. I pulled Mary from couch and
we went into the bedroom. He dry spell was over.

I wish I could say that I had changed my sexual approach, but all that
changed was it just took a little longer for me to come than before. I
couldn't take my mind off Carl thrusting into Mary and that was a
prime factor in my delay orgasm. I still didn't feel quite right. I
kept wondering whether Mary was still thinking about Carl as we were
having sex. When we finished, I couldn't help think about how Mary
must be laying comparing the performances of Carl and myself. If she
was, I knew I lost.

Another week went by and we began resuming our life as be before
except for sex. Unanswered question still haunted me. I wanted to know
more about Carl and Mary's affair. It was an obsession, yes I wanted
to know and no I didn't want to know more. What they did was still
going through my mind. It got to where I couldn't stand it any longer
and I asked Mary if we would sit down and answer my questions about
her affair with Carl. Don't spare my feelings, just answer my
questions as truthfully as possible. I told her not knowing was really
worse than knowing.

Mary said softly, "Just ask and I will tell you honestly anything you
want to know". She was quite and seemed to want to help me.

We went into the living room. Mary sat on the couch and I sat on an
over-stuffed chair. All at once I couldn't think of what to ask so I
blurted out, "Who is the best lover, Carl or me". I know it was a dumb
question but it really just slipped out. She replied without any
malice, "Carl." Strangely, I wasn't upset with her reply. Any other
reply would have been less than honest and I would have doubted her
sincerity in answering my questions. In contrast to the night when I
caught them together, we both were calm and I was trying very hard not
to confrontational. 

My next question was one I had wanted to ask but was afraid. I told
Mary I obviously had seen the size of Carl's cock and I wanted to know
if she could ever be satisfied with mine. She thought for a moment and
then replied, "I know women are supposed to say size makes no
different. But to me the longer and also the thicker the man is the
better. Of course, it could be so large that it could be
uncomfortable. A woman likes friction during sex and a little longer
and thicker does feel good. That is not to say I don't like yours. I
don't really think the size would be all that important if you just
used it a little better. I haven't said this to hurt you, but to tell
you honestly how I feel."

I was beginning to feel more at ease. Mary was definitely telling me
how she felt and letting the chips fall where they might. It was up to
me to accept them.

Next thing that I wanted to know was how many times had she had sex
with Carl. She said since that first night he had been over at least
once a week and sometimes twice. She figured over those of weeks she
had sex with Carl about 12 times, maybe 25 times. She said each time
they were together, they had sex at least twice and occasionally three
times.

Surprisingly, I was taking this better than I expected. Her candor and
honesty was making me feel closer to her and I wanted to go on. I
asked her to describe what happened when Carl came over. She looked me
straight in the eye and said, "Jack, I will tell you if you really
want to know but are you sure that is what you really want to know?" I
figured we had gone this far so why not goes on. Without blinking an
eye, I replied very softly, "Mary, I want you to tell me everything."

She started slowly, "Whenever Carl came over, we always started out by
sitting on the couch. I would get us a couple of beers and we would
talk and fool around." Before she could resume, I asked, "What did you
wear?".

She said one of her shorty nightgowns. One was red and the other
black. You could see through both of them and I always got an instant
hard-on when she wore either one. I didn't like the idea of Carl
seeing her in either one and I was surprised that she would be so
obvious.

She must have been reading my mind. She said, "Don't look so
surprised. He came over for sex and I wanted him for sex. It seemed
appropriate for what we were going to do." She asked if I wanted her
to go on. I confidently said, "Sure."

She went on with, "Having a couple of beers and petting on the couch
was a real turn-on for me. The alcohol and Carl's caressing really put
me in the mood. It only went on for 20 minutes or so and then it was
off to the bedroom" And I replied, "Then what?"

She said Carl was always attentive to her needs. She resumed,"This
time Carl pulled my nightgown over my head. He had taken off his
clothes in the living room and he started as before by working his
fingers and tongue over my clit and into me. This went on for a few
minutes and then he turned so his cock was just above my mouth. He
continued with his caressing me between my legs and I took his cock
into my mouth." 
 
"Wait", I said, "You mean you gave him a blow job? You never gave me a
blow job"

Just let me continue, she replied," I just couldn't believe what I was
doing. He was so big and strong and I was tingling with excitement. I
asked him just to put his cock in my pussy and give me everything had.
He withdrew from my mouth and hastily inserted himself in me. I was so
excited, that I started moving real fast and he caught up with me in
the rhythm and we both climaxed together. "

I then asked a question I already knew the answer to. I asked, "Have
you ever had an orgasm with me?

Expectantly, she replied,"No, and it's yes to your next question, I
did have an orgasm with Carl."

I got up and went into the kitchen. Got a beer from the fridge and sat
at the kitchen table. Mary came in and asked if I was all right. I
told her sure and I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts for a
while. I explained that I wasn't angry and just wanted to reflect
about things for an hour or so. She told me she loved me and then went
back into the living and started watching TV.

What I didn't want to tell Mary was the feelings I was having while
she was detailing her affair with Carl. For some unknown reason, I got
an erection as she was describing what she and Carl were doing in bed.
I couldn't believe it. This was one of the hardest erections I think I
ever had. I even thought I would come in my pants as we were talking.
Since I was sitting, Mary had no idea what was going on between my
legs. I thought about what was going on in my mind and even now as I
pictured Mary with Carl's dick in her mouth, I was getting hard. I
didn't want to tell Mary what was going on in my head so I went back
into the living room and asked Mary to resume about her affair with
Carl.

She asked, "Honey, are you sure you want me to?"

"Yeah", I replied.

She went on about some of their other "dates". Yes, she did give Carl
a blowjob on two occasions. It took a couple of those "dates" before
she felt comfortable letting him come in her mouth. As she talked on I
had an erection and I mean a really hard one.

We had been talking for a couple of hours now and I was really horny.
I told Mary I wanted to have sex with her now. She couldn't believe
after all that she had told me that I could possibly want to have sex
with her now. In fact, she wasn't sure I would ever want sex again
with her. 

She said, "Sure" and we into the bedroom.

I would like to report that I was a better lover form what I had
heard. Not exactly. She undressed and I undressed and we jumped into
bed. I rolled on top and I was so turned on by listening to her
exploits with Carl, I think I came in less than 30 seconds. But
instead of getting up as I usually did I held her. We talked for a
while and I started thinking about Carl stroking her as I saw him do
that first night. My dick again began to get hard again and Mary could
feel it pressing against her. She gave me a funny look like she
couldn't believe what was happened. 

I then started kissing her and massaging her between the legs. She
responded and I again entered her. This time I lasted for quite a
while before I came. It wasn't super great but definitely an
improvement. We laid there for a couple of minutes and Mary told me
she really enjoyed it. I wasn't a Carl yet, but things were getting
better.

Over the next couple of weeks things did better. Much better. I was
now going down on Mary and could feel an excitement from her I never
knew before. One night when we were getting ready for bed, Mary gave
me a push and I landed on crosswise on the bed. Before I knew what
happened, she was on top me and had my dick in her mouth. She kept
going until I ejaculated which wasn't long. She told me I deserved
that. 

Sex between us had gotten much better. I still came much too soon, but
I always waited a little while and we did it again. I was getting
better delaying ejaculation the second time. Sex was better.

Mary had told me Carl had called her twice and wanted to meet her
someplace. Both times she had told him it was over between them and
she didn't want to risk her marriage an affair. I believed her. Carl
worked for the city, was married and had two kids. He had no trouble
getting out nights because the guys where he worked were always having
beer busts and poker nights. Even the nights Carl came over to screw
Mary, he was home by 11:00pm. His wife never suspected a thing. 

Mary only mentioned Carl on those to occasions when he wanted to meet
Mary. Otherwise, neither of us mentioned Carl's name. Now, while I
never mentioned Carl, I thought about him a lot. It was my
visualization of Carl and Mary having sex that was practically my sole
source of sexual arousal. I use to think about screwing other women I
had known or my sister-in-law who changing clothes in our bedroom when
I unexpectedly walked in on her as she was standing there nude. Of
course there were other stimuli but now the only thing that served as
arousal for me was Mary and Carl

This was an uncomfortable with this feeling for me. I had heard about
men who got their jollies off by watching other men make love to their
wives. I had always felt they were always little nuts and now I was
becoming one of them. I began to become fascinated with the idea of
actually watching Carl and Mary make love. Of course, I never
mentioned this to Mary, but the idea became stronger and stronger. I
had caught Mary and Carl together in May and it was now the middle
part of July. 

By August, The fascination of watching Mary and Carl had become so
strong; I wanted to approach Mary with the idea. I just didn't know
how to go about it. One Sunday, Mary and I had attended my annual
company picnic. We both had quite a bit to drink and when we got home,
I asked Mary to sit down. She sat on the couch and I sat beside. Then
I just blurted out, "Honey, I want you to have Carl come back over." 

There was a pause, which seemed to last an eternity. Mary jumped up
and said,"What did you say?" You want me to go though these problems
again. You must be nuts wanting Carl to come back over. "Whatever
for?"

I still wasn't ready to tell Mary what was going through my head, so I
said, "Skip it"

She replied, "You really must be drunk."  The matter was dropped but
not forgotten.

I realized that this was not the approach to take if the reunion of
Mary and Carl and Mary was to take place. How do I present this to her
so at least maybe there was a chance of succeeding? I kicked this
around for a little over a week before I came up with a brilliant
idea. I would tell her the truth!

The following Saturday we had some friends over to visit. One of the
husbands always had an eye for Mary and he would flirt with her when
his wife was out of earshot. I don't think Mary had any designs on
this guy but she was definitely turned on by the attention. She has
kind of a give-a-way by running her fingers through her hair when she
is beginning to get a little horny. Really, I think it was just the
attention he gave her that was arousing her…. Not him per se.

After the guests left, I told Mary I had something very important to
talk about. We both sat down at the kitchen table. I took a deep
breath and realizing this was do or die for me. I felt very vulnerable
exposing my deepest feelings like this.

I told her that while I angry and hurt when I found her with Carl, a
slow a great change has taken place. I told her of the erotic feelings
I have when I think of them together. I reminded her how our sex life
had improved after finding them together. And I told her of how much I
wanted her to enjoy Carl again.

She just sat there and slowly asked, "You want me to have sex with
Carl again and then tell you about it."

"Not exactly," I replied, "If you remember, I saw you and Carl making
love through that little space between the sill and the shade. What I
want is for you to invite Carl over and I will watch you while you
make love. It really means a lot to me, Mary." That phrase, "It means
a lot to me" generally motivates her to do what I ask. I was just
hoping she would agree. I knew she was turned on by the attention she
received this afternoon and also, there was chemistry between herself
and Carl.

She looked at me and said, "Even if I agreed to do this, Carl would
never come back here for fear you may come home early"

I had an answer for that one. I told her to just tell Carl you have
the car on Wednesday night so you can go do your shopping. Tell him I
can't come home because you have to come and get me after work.

"I can't believe I am hearing this." She sighed, "You want me to have
sex with Carl while you are watching from outside?"

"That's it", I laughed, "I know it sounds weird but that is what I
want"

She said, "All I can say is just give me a day or so to think about
it."

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't say no and there was
kind of an ever so small twinkle in her eyes as she was talking about
the possibility of sex again with Carl. I just have to keep my fingers
crossed.
Maybe, just maybe.

I waited three days and asked Mary if she had made up her mind about
calling Carl and ask him over on Wednesday night. She acted like it
was solely for me and told me she would. Inside I knew better. It had
been about 3 months since she had sex with Carl and I think the idea
of having sex with Carl again was a turn-on. She didn't want me to
know that. She said she call him at work the next morning to set it
up. Mary also said he might not want to come over. Each of us knew
that was a lot of crap. I just said, that is was a possibility. I
didn't believe it for a minute.



True to her word, Mary had called Carl the next morning and he said he
would be over Wednesday night. She also told him about her having the
car that night and not to worry if he saw it in front of the house.
The plan was for me not to go to work Wednesday night and when Carl
pulled up around 9:00PM, I would go out the backdoor and wait for the
action to begin. Even though Wednesday was two days away, I could feel
a rush of adrenaline and a growing feeling between my thighs. I knew
the wait for next two days would seem like agony. There was also
apprehension.

There were a few things I wanted to do before Wednesday night. I
wanted to be able to see them in the living room before they went into
the bedroom. Unfortunately, the only window that I could really use
was the one on the side of the house and I couldn't see the couch from
there since the couch was in front of it. I suggested to Mary why it
was about time for a little furniture rearranging. She readily agreed
and I could see the see was looking forward to Wednesday night too.
She was trying not to show too much enthusiasm but it was showing
through.

After school on Tuesday, we rearranged the furniture and I had a
pretty good view of the couch from the window. It wasn't a dead-on
view, but still I would see everything that was going on. The plan was
to leave the shades and the windows both up bout 2 inches. That still
was not very much but it would give me a nice view and possibly I
could overhear some of their conversation.

 Mary was really getting into this with me. I had mentioned to her
previously that while I could see her and Carl, I had wished it were
just a little brighter. It was her suggestion now that I put a
brighter bulb in the bathroom to see if that would help. Yeah, Mary
was definitely getting into this. In fact, I think this had unleashed
a latent exhibitionism in her. Bless her heart.

That night I replaced the bathroom bulb of 60 watts to a bulb of 100
watts. It sure made the bathroom brighter. I went outside to check the
light flowing into the bedroom and to my surprise it wasn't that much
brighter. It was just about perfect. I called Mary to see what it
looked like for herself. As she gazed through the opening, she said
with fiendish delight, "Your going to have quite a view aren't you?" 
Tuesday night I couldn't sleep. It was not only the anticipation of
tomorrow but also my apprehension about having Carl was growing
rapidly. Now I wasn't so sure I wanted Carl coming over. I dare not
tell Mary after all of this. This was the longest night of my life
without a doubt.

I was up with the sun on Wednesday and went to school as usual. My
mind just wandered all day and I simply could not concentrate on my
studies. I could feel the adrenaline flow every time I thought about
what was going to happen this evening. After school, I came and tried
to take a nap…ha, I should have known better.

Dinner came and went. We were both very quite and I suppose each of us
was cloaked in our own thoughts. We watched TV until 8:30PM when Mary
leaned over and gently kissed me saying, "I have got to get ready.
Should I wear the red or the black nightie?"  I replied,"Why not the
red one? Red is my favorite color."

I thought perhaps that she might say she wanted to call it off but she
didn't. I really had mixed emotions by now. It a way I wished Mary
would have called it off and in a way I was glad she didn't. My heart
was pounding and I was hard as a rock. 

About 10 minutes Mary reappeared wearing the Red nightie.  Wow, I
never realized just how sheer it was. It enhanced her already
beautiful breasts and accentuated the black triangular patch between
her legs. She was wearing a real sex perfume I had bought. It was
expensive stuff and she only wore it on special occasions.  Oh god,
did I really want to share her with Carl? I was beginning to have me
doubts.

It was 8:45 and time for me to go outside. I made a cursory
examination and started out the rear door. Just I opened the door I
faltered but only momentarily. The door shut and I was outside alone.
Waiting.

Not more than 5 minutes later I hear a car pull up and the car door
shut. Then a short pause and footsteps on the porch followed by a Very
light tap on the door. I hear the door open, some voices (I can't make
out any of the conversation) and the door closing. I sneak up to the
living room window and peek inside.

Carl had just sat down on the couch and Mary was standing in front of
him. I can tell now I'm not going to be able to hear very much, but
Mary must have asked Carl if he wanted a beer. As she was walking into
the kitchen, Carl was watching her intently. The rear view of Mary in
that sheer nightie was breathtaking. What a magnificent ass she had.
Carl stared intently until she disappeared into the kitchen. She
promptly returned with Carl's beer and sat down beside her. 

One thing that bothered me was that she kept looking directly at that
area between the shade and the sill. It was dark outside so I knew she
couldn't see me but she just kept staring.  Carl must have noticed
something in her the way she was acting because he said something and
Mary immediately put both her arms around his neck and began kissing
him. Carl put his arms around Mary and his hand slid down and he began
fondling her breast.  Mary reached down and began trying to unzip
Carl's trousers. Carl stopped his love making just long enough to
remove his trousers, shorts and sandals. Strangely he left his shirt
on. Then there lips were back together and now Carl's hand was on
Mary's knee and it began slowly moving very slowing upward toward the
Promised Land.

Mary had just reached down and starts stroking Carl's dick. It looked
even bigger now than before. Even with Mary's hand on it, at least
half of it was still visible. By now Carl's hand was rubbing Mary's
clit and Mary was really enjoying it. She spread her legs even wider
and I could even hear her sighs of pleasure. Mary wasn't staring at
the window any more. I was forgotten.

Then something snapped in me. I just couldn't stand to watch this
anymore. I stood up and marched toward the front of the house. I had
to stop this NOW! Just as I reached the steps I stopped dead in my
tracks. I thought about what I was doing? This was what I wanted and
if I blew it now, I'll never get another chance. I went back to the
window. I have never regretted that decision.

When I peered back in, Carl was still caressing Mary's clit only now
he had his face between her legs. Mary was wiggling and sighing. I had
an aching hard-on and took my dick out and began stroking myself. The
sexual intensity I felt was so strong, I came almost immediately. The
activity between Mary and Carl only went on for just another minute
or. Then they both got up from the couch. Carl took one last swig on
his beer while Mary turned off the light. Now it was time for me to go
to the bedroom window.

I got there just as they entered the room. The light was just perfect
and I know Carl didn't notice anything. All that was on Carl's mind
right now was getting inside Mary.  I still couldn't hear much and  my
vantage point for viewing was a little lower that I would have liked.
The sill of the window was just about an inch or so below the top of
the bed. Ideally, I would have liked for it to be higher so I could
have seen them better. But, what he hell, this was still pretty darn
good. Also, from where I was, I had a straight view into the bathroom.
The bed was actually a little to my left and by looking a little in
that direction, I could easily see it. We had thought about moving the
bed but there was really no place to move it to. Our bedroom was small
and so we just decided to leave it where it was.

Carl just practically yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor
and then very gently lifted Mary's nightie over her head and put on
the chair next to the bed. I had a side view of the bed and in as much
as they were at the foot of the bed, I had aside view of them as well.
I was just about eye level with Carl's dick. He was fully erect and
his dick was pointing more toward the ceiling than straight-ahead.
Yes, he was definitely ready and as he was removing Mary's nightie,
her hand slid down and she began stroking his dick. There I was, at
eye level, watching Mary from no more than 5 feet away, stroking
Carl's dick. My feelings, I got another hard-on. Another very intense
hard-on. My hands were sweaty and my heart was pounding.

Mary lay down on the bed and Carl was immediately on top of her. He
was wasting no time and began by kissing Mary's breasts and then
pivoted so they were in the sixty-nine position. In the meantime, I
had pulled out my dick and was slowly rubbing it. The sighs from Mary
and Carl rose from being barely audible to crescendo portions and the
bed was really beginning to move.

Carl rolled over and pulled Mary on top of him. Even thought I could
only catch a side view of them, I could see Mary arching her back and
yelling, "Yes, yes, yes."  Mary was raising up and down and Carl was
staying right with her. Faster and faster they went until Carl let out
a loud shriek. And the pace slowed down. Mary slid off back onto the
bed and they were holding each other. 

They lay there talking and giggling. I really couldn't hear anything.
Just a word every once in a while. After what seem like an eternity,
probably about 20 minutes, there was movement on the bed. With the
sill being as low as it was, I could only see Mary's back but I
assumed she began stroking Carl's dick. Carl was responding and soon
the bed again was really moving. They were primarily kissing and it
looked like Mary's breasts were receiving lots of attention. Again I
was slowly stroking myself. Then something happened that startled me.
Mary must have said something to Carl that caused him to stop and get
out of bed. What happened? Carl was still hard and then Mary moved to
the foot of the bed. Her ass was right on the edge and she slowly
raised and spread her legs. Carl walked around to the foot of the bed
and while standing flatfooted, inserted his throbbing dick into Mary.
Then it hit me. Mary had wanted me to get a real "eye-full". It was
almost like hear her saying, "You wanted to watch me have sex so now
you are really going to get that opportunity."

Wow, what a view! Carl was slowing thrusting himself into Mary. I
don't think he could have put it in any deeper if he tried. As their
tempo increased, so did my hands tempo on my own cock. Mary was really
enjoying it. I could tell by her moans that she was really enjoying
it. Carl was now moving so fast that he came with very loud cries of,
"Baby, baby, baby, baby". It seemed to on forever. Carl had evidently
dropped quite a load. So had I. In fact, I think all three of us came
at the same time.

Carl just collapsed on Mary and they both lay there motionless for a
few seconds. They both scoot up toward the pillow and lay there
talking for a few minutes. Carl gets up and puts on his shirt and
heads into the living room. Mary follows along still naked. I know
Mary won't turn on any lights while Carl finishes dressing so I wait
where I am. I heard a car start and pull away. I go to the back door,
let myself in and go to the bedroom.

Mary was lying in bed still naked. She had turned on a lamp on one of
the nightstands. Teasingly, she asks, "Did you get your money's worth
tonight?" She looked absolutely radiant. 

I replied, " I thought you were going to blow everything by staring at
the living window where I was. To that she said, "I was nervous and
worried you might still make a scene when Carl started making love to
me. Once Carl and I got started, I really got so engrossed that I
forgot about your watching. But when Carl and I finished for that
first time, I started thinking that if I moved to the foot of the bed
and Carl took me the way he did, you would have a breathtaking view"

Laughingly, I remarked, "You couldn't have given me a better view. I
truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. It seems from where I was you
kind of enjoyed it too." I was now undressed myself and was standing
before her with a semi hard-on. Mary asked if I was interested making
love to her now. Anything now would be anti-climatical in every since
of the word. I knew Mary really wasn't interested but the fact that
she asked was nice. I told in the morning.

I awoke with an erection and we made love for over an hour. School
would just have to wait. I was still horny from last night. I might
add that my sexual prowess had increased greatly from just a few
months ago although I was still way too premature in my ejaculations.
Mary had just come to expect that the first time was going to be
pretty quick but that I would be able to contain myself for at least a
reasonable length of time on our second try. Never did we make love
just once anymore at a setting. Almost always twice and occasionally
three times.

How Carl managed to go as long and fast as he did without coming, I'll
never know. I really thought Mary had been exaggerating when she had
first told me about their affair. If anything, she downplayed it.
Probably so as not to appear as if she might be bragging about Carl. I
just know I would have killed to be able to contain myself as long as
he did. 

I finally got to school just for my last two classes. My mind wasn't
on schoolwork but on the events of last night. Questions just kept
running through my mind. What am I doing? Is this right? Will this
ruin our marriage? How am I going to feel about all this a year from
now? These and other questions were haunting me.

Like what man, who loved his wife, would want to see her make love to
another man? I mean most guys couldn't handle that. I really feel odd.
Sure, I had heard that watching their wives make love to another man,
was a turn on for some guys, but definitely damn few guys. To me it
was the ultimate form of sexual arousal. 

Of course, there were no answers and only time will tell. Just
continue on with life and see what happens. I daydreamed through my
classes and went home. I only had an hour or so at home before going
to work.

When I got home, Mary was unusually cheerful. If nothing else, this
had made each of us more open and honest about our feelings. Something
that was lacking before and I really think kept us from being as close
as we could have been. I went off to work feeling pretty darn good
about things.

The next few days came and went uneventfully. Mary and I got along
unusually well and there was a lot of sex. Funny thing though, neither
of us mentioned Carl's name. It wasn't like it was a taboo subject,
but neither of us mentioned him by choice although I am sure he was in
our thoughts often. At least mine.

Monday night I got home at 11:45PM as usual and as usual Mary was
waiting for me. She told me Carl had called her asking if they could
have a "date " Wednesday night. Of course, a "date" to Carl meant
coming over and getting in Mary's pants. Mary had told him she had a
cold and she would have to pass this week. She didn't have a cold, but
I couldn't start taking a night off work every week. My boss is a
pretty good guy but I just couldn't get away one night every week. 

Mary asked me if I wanted her to have Carl over again so I could
watch. When I said I definitely did, you could see she was pleased
although she down played her feelings. We knew Carl couldn't come over
the following week since that would be during Mary's period. So we
decided on Wednesday night of the following week. That would be
sixteen days from tonight.

I was anxious to see Mary and Carl in action again. Sixteen days was
going to seem like a long wait. But there wasn't muck else we could do
considering my work and Mary's period.

On the Sunday before the Wednesday Carl was to come over, Carl called.
His father had been in a bad auto accident and they would be going to
Illinois to be with him. I was home when Carl called, but Mary told
him I was at the store so they could talk freely. Carl figured he
would be gone about a week and Mary let him know she would be glad to
see him again. Mary could sure talk in a sultry manner when she wanted
to and she sure gave Carl a good sampling of it. I wouldn't have been
surprised if he came in his pants as Mary talked to him over the
phone.

It would now be a month since Mary and Carl would be together. I was
really ready for them to be together. The wait was getting to be
intolerable, but there was nothing we could do. I think Mary was
disappointed Carl couldn't make it this Wednesday too, although she
never let her disappointment show through…much.

So life went on. Our marriage was better than ever and on the
following Sunday, Carl called. He was back and his father while
seriously injured was on the mend. Carl and Mary set Wednesday night
for their "date". Finally.

When Wednesday rolled around, everything was set up as before with
only one change. It was now the later part of September and an unusual
cold snap had occurred so we wouldn't be able to have the windows open
as before. This was no big deal since I really couldn't hear much the
last time. But the temperature was due to drop into the upper 30's so
the windows would definitely have to be closed. Mary also said she had
something new for Carl to do that she thought Carl and I would both
like.

As before, I waited until about 8:45 and then went outside to wait for
Carl's arrival. I didn't have to wait long before I heard a car pull
up, the door shut, footsteps on our porch and Mary's muffled voice.
The door closed. Thank goodness I didn't have long to wait because I
was cold. I should have worn a heavier coat but it sure as hell was
too late to in and get another one.

I assumed my position at the living room window. Mary was wearing her
black nightie and it was every bit as revealing as her red one. Carl
was really impatient. He immediately starting kissing her and had
pulled up her nightie exposing her breasts. He was both rubbing them
and kissing them. Mary, Carl and I were excited. There would be no
beer for Carl tonight. Mary was fumbling with Carl's zipper and
finally managed to get his dick out. It was really swollen with
desire. Mary turned out the lights and led Carl into the bedroom. Time
for me to change windows.

My view was the same as before since there was just no way to
rearrange the furniture. Carl must have been ripping off his clothes
the minute he left the couch and started toward the bedroom. He was
standing there now in just his shorts with his hard-on protruding.
Mary was caressing it as he removed her nightie.

Of course, I couldn't hear anything being said, but I could tell that
they were laughing and savoring these moments together.  Carl gently
pushed Mary onto the bed, fell on top of her and they began the oral
foreplay.  Even though I could see as well as I would have liked to, I
still was fully aroused watching them in the sixty-nine position. My
heart was pounding and my blood felt like a river rushing through my
body.

All at once Mary pushed Carl off of her and she raised herself to
where she was on her hands and knees. Carl immediately went behind her
and Mary guided him into herself. Now, Mary and I had done it "doggie"
fashion but it wasn't too successful because I kept falling out of her
so we stuck pretty much to the missionary position and with Mary on
top.

I had pulled my dick from my pants and was slowly stroking it.

Carl didn't seem to be having any problems at all.  Part of the time
he had his hand around Mary's thighs so he could hold her while he
thrust into her and the rest of the time around her breasts as they
continued. Finally, he just started going faster and faster and even
with the window closed, I could hear them as they cried out until Carl
slowed down and then they both collapsed on the bed.

Wow, what a view! I knew Mary was going to see if she could get Carl
to take her "doggie" fashion. Ha! Like that would be a problem. We had
discussed this as a possibility because it would have enhanced my
view. I must admit that I was just a little jealous that Carl never
fell out while they were having sex. Mary was trying to make sure I
was getting the view I wanted and believe me she was enjoying herself
as well. 

I wasn't able to contain myself either. I came as I was watching them.


As they had the first time I watched, they just laid quietly on the
bed. For the first time, I was aware of how cold it was. I was
shaking. Partly from excitement, but mostly from the cold.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mary and Carl began kissing and
petting. I knew what Mary was going to do now. I had told her how
excited I got when she lay at the foot of the bed and Carl stood on
the floor as they had sex and she said they would repeat the
performance. 

True to her word, after a lot of fore play, she slid down on the bed.
Carl took up his position standing on the floor. Mary had slid a
pillow under her to make it easier for Carl's entry. He sure didn't
have any problems entering her before and almost immediately he was in
her again.

He would thrust back and forth and Mary would meet him on each one.
Carl sure had staying power and it must have taken a full 10 minutes
before he came. I don't know how he does it. The view was every bit as
good as the first time. 

After they finished, they lay on the bed for a few minutes and Carl
starts rounding up his clothes. God, I was really cold. It was now
11:05 PM. I stayed behind the house until I heard Carl drive away and
then went in the back door. Mary was all smiles and said, "Did you
enjoy yourself?" I replied, "From my vantage point, you seemed to be
having a little enjoyment yourself."

Mary got out of bed. She was still nude and she walked over to me and
gave me a long, long lingering kiss. She wanted to know if I wanted to
her to stop her "dates" with Carl.

I replied softly, "No." I can't explain my feelings but the sexual
excitement of watching her was too great.
