One Friday night last April, I was awakened by the sound of a car pulling up out front. After a minute, the engine quit, and in the sudden quiet, the sound of female laughter wafted up to my open second-story bedroom window.

Rubbing my eyes, I tried to focus on the glowing digits of my alarm clock. Midnight, exactly. Leaving the light off, I stumbled out of bed and went to the window to see who had disrupted my sleep.

Down below, in the driveway I share with the condo next door, sat a red convertible. Its top was down and the occupants were plainly visible, thanks to the street light at the end of the drive. Making out in the car’s front seats, probably just back from a date, were my next-door neighbor and her burly boyfriend. I didn’t know Tiffany well—I had moved in two months earlier—but she was young, blonde, and blow-your-mind hot. That night she wore a little black dress, the hem of which was riding way up on her gorgeous legs. One of her shoulder straps was askew, and her boyfriend, leaning over from the driver’s seat, had his hand inside her dress. She, in turn, had a hand down the front of his unzipped pants, and the movements of her arm spoke volumes. He moaned as they continued kissing.
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Recently, I moved into a luxury high-rise with incredible amenities: central heat and air, an on-site gym and laundry in the basement. However, there’s one perk that the real-estate agent failed to mention when she showed me the spacious one-bedroom. That special perk—or fringe benefit—would be my sexy, show-off neighbor across the way.

When I say “across,” I’m not referring to the hall. Rather, we live in adjacent buildings, and my apartment faces hers. I first noticed her from my kitchen window one night when I was cleaning up after dinner while she got ready to go out. She was in her bathroom with the blinds wide open, putting on her makeup as I rinsed my utensils and plate. I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I focused in and noticed that she was wearing nothing but a tiny towel, my cock started rising. I quickly looked down at my sudsy hands, hoping she hadn’t seen me, but I knew I hadn’t been so lucky because she waved when I glanced back up.

That’s when things got interesting. I waved back, and instead of pulling down the blinds like I’d expected, she continued applying her mascara. My erection rose the rest of the way as I continued watching, certain that was what she wanted. Now that my naughty neighbor had my attention, she pulled her terry-cloth wrap open, giving me a glimpse of her bountiful tits. She tucked her towel shut just as quickly and ducked out of the bathroom, disappearing from my view. With my heart sinking and my balls aching, I yearned for more than a peek.
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The first time I saw her, she was naked and wet. Apparently someone had phoned her while she was in the shower, because she was talking on the phone while dabbing with a towel at various parts of her splendid anatomy. She was a blonde girl of medium height and weight with an olive complexion, wide, mighty hips, an ample rump and large, round breasts with dark brown nipples.

I was in my apartment about fifty yards away peering through my binoculars and stroking my throbbing cock as I watched her gently run her long, painted fingernails through her delicate pubic bush. Then she turned away almost as if she were giving me a show and I gazed soulfully at her delectable derriere, two muscular mounds of smooth flesh that seemingly beckoned to me, calling for my tongue, my cock. The imagery of my rigid member smothered in the depths of her posterior heightened my arousal. And I came.

I have lived in the same apartment for nearly ten years, and never did I notice the woman across the way until that night. It was a hot summer evening my air conditioner was on the fritz, and I had turned off all the lights and opened the windows in an attempt to relieve the heat. That’s when I saw my beautiful blonde neighbor.

She’s since become my obsession, my raison d’ tre. Every night I come home from work, strip naked, turn out my lights and wait by my window for her. When she arrives home, I watch her every move. Her personal routines are as consistent as the four seasons. She goes to the bedroom and strips down to her panties. Topless, she walks to the bathroom, where she washes up, brushes her teeth and slips into a man’s pajama top. Leaving it unbuttoned, she ventures to the kitchen, her milky breasts bouncing about, fixes a salad, a sandwich always something light and then kicks back on her living room couch and watches television.

The night progressed, and soon she turned off her TV and entered the bathroom. Her windows are frosted, and though I was unable to see her clearly, I could make out her shapely silhouette in motion. Naked, she sauntered into her bedroom and sat on her mattress as she set her alarm cock. She then spent the next thirty minutes reading a book. She was facing me as she propped herself up on some pillows, and, bending her knees, spread her legs slightly, offering me a picture perfect view of her feminine region, its puffy pink flesh seemingly glistening beneath a neatly cropped patch of dusky pubes.

I was entranced, consumed by her bold sensuality. My cock was stiff and eager. I imagined her smell, the flavor of her loins and as I fervently stroked my shaft, sweat poured from my pores and a scorching burst of my fresh seed shot straight out

My fascination with her grew stronger each day. My afternoons were filled with vivid visions of her ripe sexuality, and in the evening she visited my dreams.

She awoke each morning at about six, did a brief aerobic workout, showered and dressed for work. One morning, overcome with the arousal that she’d ignited in me, I followed her to the bus. The rush hour crowd was denser than usual, and I managed to maneuver myself directly behind her. She was wearing a long cotton skirt with a generous slit up the back that stopped just above the backs of her knees, affording me a delightful peek at the smooth, naked flesh of her muscular calves.

Getting in tune with the movement of the bus, I positioned my rapidly swelling penis in the crevice of her ass and pressed gently, inhaling her sweet perfume and savoring her presence. Intoxicated with her soft aura, I thrust in, my cock rigid, fully erect and pressed firmly against her taut round mounds, and fantasized about the splendor of penetrating her forbidden orifice.

The bus sped on and I suddenly realized that I was actually thrusting up against her, gasping with titillation. There was no way she couldn’t have realized my intentions, and yet she didn’t object. In fact, she seemed to help me along, occasionally rocking back and forth to increase the friction. The thought of her actually enjoying it, wanting my cock, brought me to the brink, and I could feel my hot goo seep into my briefs.

That weekend she brought home a date. It was Saturday, about one in the morning, and she walked in the door with a tall, handsome man in his late twenties. They shared a bottle of white wine as they chatted on the couch, and it didn’t take long before he made his move, wrapping her in his strong arms, exploring her mouth with his own.

Slowly, delicately, he removed her clothes as his lips and fingers acquainted themselves with the slopes of her flesh. Smothering her beauty with kisses, he knelt between her thighs and made love to her damp fruit with his mouth. His head bobbed about as she pressed her creamy thighs around his ears and, eyes closed, arched her back in ecstasy.

Standing, he unfastened his trousers and dropped them to his ankles and sat back on the couch. His cock was erect and quite large, with a surprisingly thick shaft and a bulbous tip, which gave it the appearance of a throbbing pink mushroom.

With lustful anticipation, I applied a dollop of lotion to my cock and began to stroke, ascending to the heights of passion as I watched her take his scorching sex into her mouth, her precious lips sucking his plump flesh until they grazed his pubic frizz. My fist clenched tightly around my vital organ as I rubbed feverishly, in tune with her zealous sucking pace, and imagined the sensation and the hungry grunts she had to be making.

Before long she was bent over the arm of the sofa, accepting his rigidity from behind. Their bodies were bathed in sweat, as was mine and, as I centered in on his thick meat sliding in and out of her seeping chalice, he withdrew, spewing his semen on the smooth succulence of her ass. As I watched them fall onto the couch in a heap of fatigue, I too came, a hot gush of cream.

It’s been nearly a year since that particular interlude, and my gorgeous neighbor has yet to erect shades or make any attempt to hide either her divine nudity or her erotic proclivities.

Mr. R.S., Illinois

With brand new binoculars and a brand new girlfriend, I arrived in Saratoga Springs convinced that this would be my best vacation ever. The high powered wide angle binocs with the instant zoom feature would permit and up close, intimate view of all the racing action, from the moment the horses entered the starting gate to the moment they crossed the finish line. As for Nan, well, she would provide intimacy of a different sort.

As it turned out, I was right on the money. I enjoyed my two weeks in Saratoga even more than usual. Much to my surprise and delight, Nan, who hadn’t shown much enthusiasm for the sport up until then, got caught up in all the excitement and had herself a grand time, often demanding to use the binoculars so she could watch the horse she had wagered her two dollars on.

And so, as I drove away down I 87 with Nan at my side, I was in the mellowest of moods, savoring the fresh memories of Saratoga while keeping in mind the pleasant thought that my vacation was not yet over. Nan had invited me to spend the third week of my vacation at her folks’ summer home in Southampton. It would be a nice way, I thought, to wind down. And as we’d have the place to ourselves, we would be able to get it on whenever the mood struck.

Well, what I had thought would be a time of quality loafing turned out to be a time of high sexual arousal unlike any I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t the cool ocean breezes and glorious sunshine that so charged my libido. Nor was it the peaceful nights spent lounging on the deck sipping gin and tonics. And it wasn’t even Nan. It was the girl in the bright yellow bikini.

It was mid afternoon of the third day at the summerhouse that I saw her. I was on the sun deck reading when I happened to glance out at the ocean and saw a large pleasure craft anchored offshore. It was nothing more than simple curiosity that got me out of my chair and into the house to ask Nan, who was making coffee in the kitchen, where I had put my binoculars.

Once back outside, I settled into the deck chair and aimed the binocs on the boat bobbing gently on the water. I saw something on the stern, and when I focused the binoculars, I realized it was a woman. Zooming in for an even closer look, I discovered it was a gorgeous woman. Wearing a yellow bikini and dark glasses, she was stretched out on a blanket, soaking up the sun’s rays.

After a few minutes she got up and stepped below deck, returning with a soda. As she stood sipping her drink, I took in her profile. She was a statuesque beauty with an outrageously full figure. Her breasts were perilously close to spilling out of the skimpy bikini top, and the bottom just barely covered her large but nicely rounded ass. Her long blonde hair fell straight down her back to just above that ass. I decided that she was a young aspiring actress and that the boat was a floating casting couch belonging to a well heeled producer. This, of course, was pure conjecture but it made some sense, as movie types were known to summer in the Hamptons.

Anyway, I made a slight adjustment of the focus ring on the binocs and continued watching the bikini clad wonder, who was now joined on deck by a bearded, bare chested man wearing jeans and carrying a camera. The man proceeded to move the voluptuous beauty around the deck, posing her as he snapped away.

My cock was already stirring in my pants, when the young woman suddenly loosened the ties of her bikini top to bare her beautiful breasts. A few more shots were taken and then, acting on orders from the photographer, the blonde peeled off her bikini bottoms to stand gloriously naked on the deck, a gust of wind blowing her hair straight out behind her.

It was at this point that Nan joined me. As she put the coffee down, she asked what was going on. “You won’t believe this,” I said. I handed her the binoculars and she took a look.

“God!” Nan exclaimed. “She’s blowing him in broad daylight!”

“What?” I said. Grabbing the binoculars from Nan, I quickly focused on the boat. Sure enough, the photographer was now standing perfectly still while in front of him, on her knees, the blonde was slavishly sucking on his cock. A third person, an older man wearing baggy shorts, was moving around the deck as he searched for the best angles from which to photograph the lewd scene.

“This is wild,” I said. “Don’t they know that anyone onshore can see them?”

Nan chuckled. “They can only be seen by people onshore with binoculars. Like horny voyeurs.”

“I’m not a voyeur,” I insisted, keeping the binocs fixed on the boat.

“But you’re certainly horny,” Nan said, placing a hand on the giant bulge in the front of my swim trunks.

A moment later, with the blonde still hungrily sucking the photographer’s cock, I heard Nan settle on her knees in front of me and felt her pulling my trunks down. I looked down at her. “Just go on with what you’re doing,” she said. “I’m going to give you a little tactile stimulation to go along with the visual. Okay?”

There were no complaints from me. Nan’s summerhouse was on a rather secluded stretch of beach, and the only ones who could see us would be those with a set of binoculars. This thought was somewhat disquieting for about ten seconds, or until I again brought the binocs to my eyes and feasted on the action on the boat.

As Nan began licking my throbbing member, her tongue swirling up, down and all around the shaft from hairy base to bulbous head, the scene on the boat changed. The older man, having put down the camera, positioned himself so that the blonde beauty could suck his cock. This she did, alternating now between the men, her head a whirling, bobbing blur of motion as she went from one cock to the other and back again.

Between the sight of the two guys getting blown and the warm, sensuous feel of Nan’s lips sliding up and down my cock, I was in heaven. When Nan took me all the way down her throat, I groaned and then almost dropped the binoculars. Just as I was about to come, the two guys on board the boat sprayed semen all over the blonde’s smiling face. Tossing the glasses onto my chair, I grabbed hold of Nan’s head and held it in place as I shot my creamy load down her pretty throat.

From that moment on I was hooked. “Obsessed” was the word Nan used. Focusing my binoculars on that boat in the hope of catching some hot scene or other became all important. The first thing I did in the morning was dash outside to see if the boat was still there.

I wanted to see the hot blonde in action every time I set my sights on the boat but, of course, that was wishful thinking. In truth, I saw her and her friends have sex only once more, but for that I was exceedingly grateful. It was around seven in the evening, and Nan and I were having a snack on the sun deck when I caught the blonde getting it fore and aft on the boat. “She’s getting it doggy style from one guy while sucking on the other guy,” I announced happily.

“Bull,” Nan said. “Let me see.” Although she had joked about my preoccupation with the boat and its uninhibited occupants, Nan had become something of a voyeur herself. On more than one occasion I had caught her on the deck with my binoculars. Peeping turned her on more than she cared to admit.

“Holy smokes,” she exclaimed, “one’s in her mouth and the other’s in her demanding pussy.”

“Or her ass,” I said. “It’s hard to tell from here.”

As Nan was watching she started rubbing her pussy through her thin shorts. I was torn between asking for the binoculars back and just continuing to watch her masturbate. My cock was pressing hard against my pants when she finally handed the glasses to me. Her face was flushed and her eyes had that “I’m ready to be fucked” look.

For the next five minutes or so, we passed the binoculars back and forth, the both of us getting more and more turned on. Finally Nan tossed them into a chair and said, “I can’t take any more. You’ve got to do me right now!”

“Are they still fucking?” I wanted to know.

“Who cares?” Nan shot back, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me after her. “I’m the one with the big itch now.”

And so, once inside the house, we quickly stripped naked and tumbled into bed. Not surprisingly, Nan insisted we do it doggy style, and as I banged into her from behind, I’m sure she was visualizing the scene on the boat and maybe even wishing that, like the voluptuous blonde, she had a cock plunging into her mouth. As for me, the only thing better would have been fucking Nan while looking through the binoculars at the scene on the boat. But that, perhaps, would have been a bit much.

Mr. L.S., New York

I was home alone, buck naked on the couch, my legs spread out in front of me, my hand wrapped around a nicely erect penis, the television set just beyond the reach of my toes, the screen filled with the ever changing images of sexual passion.

I was beating off to an x rated video, enjoying one steamy sex scene after another. I have toyed with voyeurism in the past, surreptitiously watching others in their love play, and those experiences were always incredibly intense for me. Watching videos was one way of reliving that thrill.

At any rate, I’m watching this incredible blowjob scene. The camera moves in for a close up of this wonderfully sexy lady taking a man’s swollen cock between her lips, sucking and slobbering over the bulbous tip. I pump my shaft to a nice, steady beat. She wraps one hand around the base of his shaft and massages his balls with the other as she deep throats him. I massage my balls and pick up the tempo, and as she fucks his cock with her lips, I beat my meat frantically, pounding with my fist.

The guy can take no more. Neither can I. He pulls her head away from his glistening member and positions himself behind her uplifted ass. The camera moves in for a super close up and I watch in awe as he places the head of his cock right up against her wet vagina and in one sure thrust plunges in to the very depths.

My legs shoot out straight and I prepare to ejaculate. Meanwhile, I watch as my favorite porn star wraps his hands around his leading lady’s tiny waist and plunges again and again into her wet pink flesh.

The pressure in my cock reaches unbearable limits at the sight of this heavenly vision, and I watch as the man on the screen pulls out of his lady and blasts a load all over her back. The stirring in my loins swells up and, overwhelmed by passion, I let loose a long stream of come that makes a mess all over my chest and tummy. I pump a couple of more times and bring up another wave that makes a nice little puddle in my belly button. One more rivulet I manage to pull up. It oozes out of the tip of my cock and drools down my shaft and onto my hands.

Then it happens. I hear a noise, turn, and there’s my wife, gawking at me in utter shock at having caught me in such a compromising position. And this, without a doubt, is the most embarrassing moment of my life. I don’t care that we’ve been married for twelve years, to say nothing of the fact that I do this all the time without her knowledge. No, there remains something intensely private about masturbating.

Everything seemed to go blank for a moment. It was a tableau of sorts me with my hand wrapped round my rapidly deflating cock, a startled look on my face, she in a posture of sublime delight, having caught the fox in the chicken coop, so to speak. The only movement came from the television screen, where a new set of performers was initiating another sexual encounter.

I reached out with my toe and turned off the set. “Hi,” I said meekly.

Naturally, I had to convince my wife that my masturbating frenzy was not due to an unsatisfactory love life. Which, fortunately, was true. Even after twelve years of marriage especially after twelve years of marriage our sexual passion for each other runs higher than ever. It’s impossible to convince younger folks of this, but life really does get better as you get older, including your sex life.

At any rate, what as an embarrassing moment for me actually turned out to be a reason for Sara and I to have a real heart to heart talk. I told her that I really enjoyed watching people in the act of love. I had told her before about the time in my college days when I hid in a closet and watched my roommate and his girlfriend get it on. And about the time I stole into the lavatory in the girls’ dorm and watched a late night masturbation orgy indulged in by one of the school foxes. Those voyeuristic experiences had proved to be some of the most memorable of all my sexual exploits, and I confided in my wife that I often found myself desirous of repeating them.

“You mean you really want to watch people making love?” my wife asked, somewhat unbelieving.

“That’s it in a nutshell,” I said, tossing the ball back in her court.

“Well, how would you feel about watching me make love with another man?”

“Is that something you want to do?”

“The novelty might be…interesting.”

“Well…” I sighed. “To tell the truth, I think it would be an immense turn on to see that.”

“And I think I’d get very turned on having you watch me.”

We laughed. After twelve years of marriage and fourteen years of working in the same business with the same boss ourselves there is little room for jealousy. Jealousy exists only in the realm of young love, that time when nothing is certain and you’ll go to incredible extremes to hold onto your partner, generally losing him or her in the process. There is room for experimentation in a truly secure relationship, and Sara and I were just about to embark on one heavy experiment.

We set up some guidelines. We were to try this thing once, and then evaluate it. Also, it was to be purely sexual in nature. This wasn’t about soft sensuality and tender moments this was about animal sex, pure and simple. Thirdly, we were to do it immediately before we got cold feet.

Finding a third partner wasn’t such a big deal. Sara has a social life outside of our union, and within her circle of friends she knew of a single man seven years our junior who, after a few seconds of persuasion, agreed to join us in our venture.

Things were looking good. Sara felt confident, Terry was being a sport, there was wine in the fridge and I was a nervous wreck. After having started this, I now wondered if I could go through with it. I was going to watch another man release his passion on my woman? Not only watch, but actually get turned on by it and masturbate myself into a frenzy? In front of them? Oh, the things we get ourselves into.

So, our date arrived. Terry showed up at the appointed hour, and I immediately approved of him. He was an okay guy, kind of quiet and confident. And I took note of the fact that Sara obviously approved of his muscular physique. We sat down and had some wine.

Since this was really my game we were playing, I figured I’d have to get the ball rolling.

“I think I’ll turn the lights down a bit,” I said reaching for a dimmer switch. “Make things more romantic.” Terry nodded, gave me a long, thoughtful look as if to verify that he had my permission to start the game, and then turned to Sara. He gracefully moved to her side on the couch and started to unbutton her blouse. I sat there watching amazed as he slowly moved from one button to the next, taking his time, smiling at Sara from time to time, but for the most part gazing down as he slowly revealed her ample cleavage.

Such delight registered on his face when he finally exposed my wife’s breasts that it was hard not to feel a bit of pride. Sara has wonderful breasts, full and fleshy, with long, succulent nipples, dark and fat. She let out a sigh as Terry moved his hands gently across her soft flesh, his fingers tracing their way up along her throat and across her face, and back to her breasts again. I truly wished for my wife to enjoy herself, and looking over at me she immediately picked up on my thoughts, closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax under Terry’s touch.

I sat in my chair, the silent spectator, and felt that odd excitement, that incredible rush I used to get when I was about to spy on someone in the act. I settled in comfortably for the show, my cock growing hard by degrees as Terry continued exploring my woman’s soft bosom.

It wasn’t long before his gentle touch turned to impassioned sucking. He held one of Sara’s plump tits in his hand, lowered his face, wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. Sara let out a sigh and tilted her head back as he feasted on her breast. I stroked my cock through my jeans, enjoying its hardness, but not ready yet to deal with it in full.

The tempo was now set, the nervousness was gone and we were all in tune. Terry was really opening up now and doing a number on Sara’s breasts. He fondled and licked and sucked with unleashed passion, now wrapping both hands around one breast and twirling his tongue all around her dark areola, now placing a hand on each breast, pushing them together and whipping his tongue back and forth from nipple to nipple, sucking, gorging himself, burying his face in the soft, succulent flesh.

Sara was in heaven. Her head was tilted back on the couch, her moans increasing with every pull of Terry’s lips on her nipple, with every lick of his tongue on her areola. I sat there, nearly out of my mind with desire, and the time had come to unzip my pants, pull my cock out and stroke it ever so gently.

Before long Sara pulled Terry’s head away from her breasts and told him to sit on the couch. She looked over at me with a cock in my hand and gave me a smile and a wink, an action that really endeared her to me. It made me feel that we were partners in this, and that the two of them were putting on a show for my benefit.

Getting onto her knees, Sara pulled Terry’s shoes, socks, jeans and underwear off and tossed them in a pile on the floor. He removed his shirt and spread his legs wide, offering his nakedness for my wife’s pleasure. She gingerly took his cock in her hands and slowly licked the entire length of the shaft while I watched and stroked the length of mine.

She licked him again and again, starting at the very base of his shaft and slowly moving her tongue up to his cockhead, never once taking him in her mouth. Having experienced this teasing myself, I knew where Terry was at and how he was going nuts inside. For me, watching the effects of my wife’s oral expertise on another man had me burning with desire. My impulse was to relentlessly pound on my shaft until I exploded, but instead I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart and stroked my shaft with the same long, slow strokes that Sara’s tongue was using on our friend’s shaft.

Terry was watching Sara, his face tight with self control. His patience was soon rewarded, for Sara gave him one last lick, parted her lips and then proceeded to consume the entire length of his shaft. Terry let out a high pitched moan of delight and lifted his hips as if to drive his cock as deep as he could in her warm, moving mouth. Sara continued sucking him, moving her lips up and down, up and down, stopping at his cockhead from time to time to suck it between her lips, then going down again, deep throating him, fucking him with her warm mouth.

Watching my wife in action was quite incredible. Everything seemed surreal somehow, bigger than life. Bigger cock, bigger lips, wetter, hotter, harder. I began to stroke my cock in earnest, wrapping my hand around the very base of my shaft and pumping nice and steady while I rubbed the palm of my other hand over my cockhead.

My wife now really went to work on Terry’s cock, sucking madly on his cockhead, fucking him ferociously with her lips and, with an almost desperate kneading action, massaging his balls. I followed suit by picking up my pace, pounding on my shaft with one hand and stroking my balls with the other.

Driven to the heights of passion, Terry pulled away, got up off the couch, picked Sara up in his arms and plopped her down in the cushions. He pulled off her open blouse, whipped her jeans and panties off, spread her legs wide and dove face first into her moist pussy. Sara cried out in ecstasy, arching her head back, and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Resting her hands on the top of Terry’s head, she urged him on with her moans.

I promptly got up, pulled my clothes off and sat next to Sara for a closer view of Terry’s pussy eating action. This was truly incredible. Here I was, just inches away from a younger man who was gorging himself on my very wife’s hot little pussy. It was great! His eyes were buried in her dark pubic hair, which was now slick with semen and saliva. He ate her with unabashed lust, licking her pussy lips with the flat of his tongue, moving up and down that hot little crack, and then thrusting his tongue into the vagina, pressing and licking its walls. Saliva dripped from his mouth, mixing with the pussy juices flowing from her, and making her incredibly wet and, I imagined, stupendously hot. Then he zeroed in on her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Sara squirmed on the couch, gasping with pleasure, while I stretched my legs out and pounded on my cock like a sailor too long at sea. I knew I should pace myself or I’d beat them to the finish line, but at that particular moment I couldn’t have cared less. I was out of my mind with desire, and I had to have some relief fast.

Terry soon joined me in that pursuit. He held his cock in his hands and guided it to Sara’s pussy, rubbing his swollen glans into her swollen lips, mashing the tip of his dick into her clit and rapidly bringing her right to the brink. Then, inch by inch, he sank his hard cock into her, and I sat there wide eyed as he buried himself in her to the hilt.

And then he started to plunge as if he were a wild, rutting animal totally out of control. He placed his hands on her hips and took her by storm, driving hard and deep with each and every stroke. Her head and breasts bounced with his impassioned thrusting. Sara spread her legs even wider and cried out with joy. I continued my frenzied wrist action, feeling the juice rise, never once letting my eyes stray from the incredible sight of Terry’s plunging cock.

All three of us were right on the brink. My cries joined with Sara’s, whose moans played counterpoint to Terry’s animalistic grunts as he plunged deeper.

Sara’s body bucked and heaved, jerking crazily on the couch as she exploded with orgasmic release. You could practically feel the air around her crackle with the electrical charge of her pleasure. Terry came with her, driving deep into her bucking pelvis and spilling what I imagined was one heavy load deep in her already soaking vagina. I followed. With my legs stuck out like two stiff logs, my ass muscles clenched, I blasted semen all over my neck and chest. Pumping feverishly, I let loose another stream of come that flew through the air and landed all over my stomach. One, two, three more pumps, and I came again, spilling the last few drops onto my hands. At the same time Terry collapsed in my wife’s arms with an exhausted grunt. Sara sighed deeply as she came back to earth, finally joining Terry and me in a state of happy exhaustion. I held her against my chest, rubbing my slick creamy hands against her thighs, which were soaked with Terry’s semen. Terry sandwiched her from the rear with his face buried in the damp nape of her neck.

Time passed, and I may have actually dozed off. Through half closed eyes I saw Terry get up and head into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, then reappeared, dressed quickly, gave me a silent, affectionate wave, and left. Sara and I curled up in a snuggly little ball and whispered endearments to each other before we made love once again, this time without the benefit of a third party.

As agreed, we evaluated the situation and concluded that, yes, we’d like to try it again. So I trust that someday in the future, the not too distant future, we will once again invite Terry, or some other young man, over for an evening of “theater,” where he and my wife will be the players, and I the audience of one.

To say I was thrilled to learn that I’d been promoted to an executive position in my company is putting it mildly. I was in seventh heaven. The job came complete with a handsome corner office, a top notch secretary, a great medical benefits package and, needless to say, a very nice salary. I was fully prepared to sacrifice my social life to the demands of my new position, staying late at the office and working on weekends when necessary. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I’d actually come to love those late nights at the office.

I remember my boss showing me my new office and saying he was certain I’d appreciate the view of the lake the windows on one side afforded me. Little did I know then that I’d derive much more pleasure from my other view, that of a glass and steel office building much like the one I was in. For this I have a ravishing blonde named Michelle to thank.

I had been on the job for about a week when I saw her for the first time. It was lunchtime and I had decided to treat myself to a good meal, as I knew I’d be working late that night. The restaurant, recommended by a colleague at work, was elegant and expensive, just this side of intimidating. I was perusing the menu when she walked in, attach case in hand, her arrival causing an electric like current of expectation to flow through the room. Everyone, the men in particular, seemed to take note of the statuesque beauty being warmly greeted by the maitre d’ and then escorted up front to a window table.

With her hair piled atop her head in a severe bun, reading glasses perched on her nose, and a proper dark business suit covering her body, she looked every bit the cool, capable businesswoman yet there was no disguising the pulse quickening perfection of her face and figure. She appeared to be around thirty. As I sipped my drink I savored the thought of this scintillating creature stripped of her conservative trappings, envisioning her stark naked and in all kinds of provocative sexual poses.

A very handsome man approximately ten years her senior entered the restaurant and, after a brief conversation with the maitre d’, walked to her table. “Michelle,” he said happily, bending to kiss the blonde beauty on the cheek.

“David, my darling,” she responded.

For the next hour or so, I watched the picture perfect couple as they talked and laughed, wondering just what their relationship was. I finished eating, paid the check and then gave the intriguing couple one last look before leaving the restaurant. Back in the office, I quickly became engrossed in work, and Michelle and David were forgotten. Not until ten that night did they penetrate my consciousness again and how!

I was seated at my desk, going over a report I’d be submitting to my boss in the morning, when the desire for more caffeine struck. Tossing the report on the desk, I got up and started for the coffee machine in the corner, glancing out the window as I did so. Immediately I saw that the building across the street was completely dark except for a light in an office on the forty first floor. I knew it was the forty first floor because it was directly across from my office.

I could see two people in the office, a man and a woman, and (here I quickly cleaned my glasses and put them back on) they were bare assed naked! My first thought was that I’d been working too hard and was beginning to see things, but as I continued staring across the street at the couple, who were now kissing, I realized that they were not a figment of my imagination. The man was tall and well built, and the woman was a statuesque blonde with hair that cascaded down her back almost to her shapely bottom. She looked like…no, could it be? Michelle?

I quickly turned off my desk lamp and stood in darkness, watching the scene across the street, my eyes straining to see detail, my legs trembling, my cock swelling inside my trousers. And then, to my shock, the couple started to get dressed. Damn, I had missed everything! I cursed the fact that I had not looked out the window earlier and I made a mental note to bring my binoculars to the office in the morning.

I got very little done the next night, as I was forever looking up from my work in the hope of seeing a light come on in the office across the street. But nothing. I stayed late the following night and again was disappointed. But then, the night after that, around nine thirty, a light came on in the office and the same couple came into view. I turned off my desk lamp, grabbed my binoculars out of the top drawer and hurried to the window. Quickly I focused on the office across the street, a lump forming in my throat when I realized that the woman was indeed Michelle and the man with her, David.

The flowers on the desk as well as the general d cor of the office led me to conclude that it was Michelle’s. My cock started swelling in my trousers as I watched Michelle help David off with his jacket and tie and then start undoing the buttons on his shirt. She was in a white blouse and a tight fitting brown skirt that came to her knees, an outfit suitable for the office yet sexy in an understated way.

When David was down to his white briefs, he started undressing Michelle, removing in turn her blouse, skirt, bra and pantyhose. Finally he removed the pins in the tight bun atop her head, and her golden tresses cascaded down her back. They embraced, lips locking as their hands roamed over each other’s body. Then, breaking the kiss, Michelle sank to her knees and began tugging down David’s briefs. Once they were off, she put his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.

At first, because of the angle, all I could see was the top of Michelle’s head bobbing up and down, but I quickly rectified that by standing on the stool my secretary uses to reach the top drawer of the file cabinet. Now I had a good view of the beautiful Michelle giving David a blowjob.

And just who was David, I wondered. A client of hers, perhaps? Her boss? Her lover? Her husband? He could be any of those, but what puzzled me was why they were fucking in her office instead of a bedroom or motel room.

With Michelle still sucking on David’s now swollen cock, I took my own cock out of my trousers and started idly stroking it while continuing to peer through my high powered binoculars. David was leaning back against Michelle’s desk with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, obviously enjoying Michelle’s technique. Several minutes passed and then Michelle got to her feet and quickly bent over her desk. With her breasts mashed against the desktop, she wiggled her bottom in lewd invitation.

David, his cock pointing the way, moved into position immediately, and a moment later I saw him penetrate the blonde beauty. Michelle’s mouth opened wide in what I assumed was a moan of pleasure as David commenced fucking her. I knew I looked like an idiot, standing on my secretary’s stool with one hand holding the binoculars and the other stroking my cock. But I didn’t care. All that mattered was that Michelle and David continue fucking and I continue watching.

In the next few minutes, I had to take my hand off my cock twice, because to continue stroking would have resulted in orgasm. I wanted to come when David did, spilling my seed at the same time he deposited his in Michelle’s pussy. I almost cheered when David pulled out and Michelle turned over onto her back, because this meant they weren’t through yet.

With Michelle’s ass resting on the edge of the desk, David grasped her ankles and lifted her long legs up, spreading them in a V. then he buried his cock inside her pussy once again and resumed fucking. His thrusts were steady at first but then quickened as he neared orgasm. It was easy enough to tell when he was coming, as he threw his head back and stopped thrusting, keeping his cock buried in Michelle’s pussy as it spurted semen. Michelle, too, seemed to be coming, judging from the expression on her face.

My hand was trembling by this time, and I could no longer keep the binoculars steady. I held them at my side as my body stiffened. With my other hand I grasped my cock hotly and started coming. Semen shot out of my cock to splatter against the window. Through eyes clouded by the intensity of my pleasure, I saw my come dribbling down the glass. Then, on rubbery legs, I made it to my desk chair, slumping into it with a sigh.

I’ve watched Michelle and David fuck four times since then. I still don’t know exactly what their relationship is, or why they fuck in Michelle’s office, but I’m not sure I care anymore. In fact, not knowing lends a certain mystery to the whole thing and enhances my voyeuristic pleasure.

This morning my boss stopped by to commend me on my work ethic, saying how much he appreciated the long hours I’ve been putting in. He said he hoped my workload would lessen in time and that I’d be able to start leaving the office at a normal hour. Keeping a straight face, I told my boss I didn’t mind putting in a lot of overtime. “In fact,” I added, “it seems to agree with me.”

Mr. O.V., Illinois

My bedroom window overlooks an alley, and on the other side of the alley is another apartment building. Looking out the window a few months ago, I noticed that my bedroom is directly across from the bedroom of a very beautiful woman. She is blonde, about five seven and has a great body. I first saw her walking around her bedroom fully clothed, and I was hooked.

I bought a pair of binoculars, and every free moment I had was spent peering at her bedroom window, hiding with my lights off so she wouldn’t see me, hoping I would get a glimpse of that vision when she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Unfortunately, she always pulled down the shade before getting undressed. Every now and then, though, I caught a glimpse of her in just her underwear through a crack in the shade, but just for a second. It was enough to keep me hooked.

Recently I was at a friend’s party, and there she was! That stunning beauty from across the alley was sitting near me! I didn’t want to approach her, in case she might recognize me, but she came over and introduced herself as Jennifer and then told me, “I know who you are. I’ve seen you watching me from your apartment.” I was shocked, but she didn’t seem that upset, so I tried to play it cool.

I told her, as nonchalantly as possible, that I couldn’t help myself and that I thought she was the most beautiful girl around. This seemed to flatter her. She said, “I suppose you’re trying to see me without clothes?” I told her I wouldn’t mind that. Then she said, “I don’t see you walking around without clothes on.” I asked her if she’d like to. She said yes, and that if I wouldn’t wear any of my clothing around my apartment, she might “forget” to pull down her shade every now and then. Then she walked away.

As soon as I got home that night, I took my clothes off. I stayed in my bedroom so that I’d know when she got home. In a little while the light in Jennifer’s bedroom went on. I roamed around my bedroom as if I didn’t know she was there. However, I caught her looking, and knowing she was watching gave me a hard on. She must have liked what she saw, because she continued watching for a long time. After a while I turned off the light as if I were going to sleep, but instead I grabbed my binoculars and looked into her place. She moved around for a while, then got ready for bed.

Jennifer slowly pulled her shirt over her head, and out popper two of the most perfectly shaped tits in an amazingly sexy white lace bra. I grabbed my cock and started rubbing furiously. Facing away from the window, she pulled off her skintight jeans, and even though she was wearing panties, they were so small they were pulled right off her ass! I was quite disappointed when she pulled them up, but my hard on got even bigger. She stayed in her underwear for a while, putting her clothes away and just getting ready for bed. Jennifer seemed determined to tease me, because before she took the rest of her clothes off, she went over and pulled down the shade. Thinking about her getting undressed, I pumped my cock until I started flowing.

Every day after that, as soon as I arrived home, I stripped off all my clothes, and I’d often see Jennifer watching me! For about two weeks she would roam around in her extremely skimpy underwear, but she always closed the shade before stripping. One night, however, she must have been feeling really horny, and she took pity on me.

While I was watching her get ready for bed and dreading the moment when she would pull down her shade, Jennifer got this dreamy look on her face. She was still doing her getting ready for bed routine, but every now and then she would rub herself between her legs through her panties. As she was brushing her hair, she reached up and put her hand in her bra. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Through my binoculars I could see a wet spot growing on her panties. Suddenly she dropped her brush, put both hands between her legs, opened her mouth and moaned. She stood up and undid her bra, and out popped her tits, and my eyes. They were beautiful! (Jennifer’s tits, not my eyes).

Jennifer quickly pulled down her panties and fell onto the bed. I could see her sticking two of her fingers up into her cunt, and I just knew there were juices dripping out of her. She was soaking! Her fingers were pumping in and out of her, and mine were wrapped around my cock, pumping like there was no tomorrow! I looked up and saw her shaking her head back and forth. Just then she opened her mouth and screamed, convulsing as she came. I came too, an incredibly intense paroxysm of pleasure that I felt to my toes. I shot my come against my wall. Jennifer rolled over and shut off her light.

The whole time, Jennifer had never indicated that she knew I was watching her. However, after the last incident, she started walking around with less on and almost never pulled her shade down. I hoped she was through teasing me and that she was really getting to enjoy this exhibitionism. I was soon proved right!

One night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, I noticed that she was home. As usual, I shut off my light and grabbed my binoculars, hoping to get my daily fix of her sexy body. This time, however, it was different. She had a man with her!

I immediately started pumping my cock, just thinking about what was about to happen! Sure enough, after just a short time of talking, they were kissing! I had bought a much stronger pair of binoculars so that I wouldn’t miss a thing, and I didn’t. I could see Jennifer snaking her tongue into his mouth, and I could see his hands going up under her short miniskirt to fondle her ass! When she pulled off her shirt and he started sucking on her gorgeous nipples, I couldn’t take it anymore and came all over the palace! But they didn’t stop, and neither did I!

When I saw him pull her skirt down and go down on her, I got rock hard again. Jennifer got down in a position where I could see her friend putting his fingers in her and licking her clit. She was going wild, and she came twice while he was doing that. Then she pulled off his pants, and his cock snapped to attention. She made him stand on the bed while she knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth. I had a perfect view! I could see that she was trying to take him all in, but she just couldn’t fit the whole cock in her mouth. Jennifer worked the guy’s cock with her mouth and licked it all over. She was better than anyone I had seen in any porno movie, and I was imagining that it was me she was sucking.

I could feel myself building up again, and I could see that the guy was on the verge of coming, too. Suddenly she pulled him out of her mouth, and he came in huge globs all over her face and tits. As he came, I came, imagining that I was coming all over Jennifer instead of in my hands. When he finished ejaculating, she rubbed his cock over her face until he dropped to the bed, exhausted. She then got up, with his come still dripping over her face and chest, and walked to the window. Once there she ran her hands over her face and chest, rubbing the come into her flesh, licking her lips. Jennifer then gave me a big wink and lowered the shade. I knew then that she knew I was watching and that she loved the whole scene.

We have continued to watch each other walk around naked, and tomorrow I’ve got a surprise for her. I’m bringing a woman home, and I’ll see how she likes being on the viewing end! I think she’ll enjoy it.

Mr. K.T., New York

To say I was thrilled to learn that I’d been promoted to an executive position in my company is putting it mildly. I was in seventh heaven. The job came complete with a handsome corner office, a top notch secretary, a great medical benefits package and, needless to say, a very nice salary. I was fully prepared to sacrifice my social life to the demands of my new position, staying late at the office and working on weekends when necessary. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I’d actually come to love those late nights at the office.

I remember my boss showing me my new office and saying he was certain I’d appreciate the view of the lake the windows on one side afforded me. Little did I know then that I’d derive much more pleasure from my other view, that of a glass and steel office building much like the one I was in. For this I have a ravishing blonde named Michelle to thank.

I had been on the job for about a week when I saw her for the first time. It was lunchtime and I had decided to treat myself to a good meal, as I knew I’d be working late that night. The restaurant, recommended by a colleague at work, was elegant and expensive, just this side of intimidating. I was perusing the menu when she walked in, attach case in hand, her arrival causing an electric like current of expectation to flow through the room. Everyone, the men in particular, seemed to take note of the statuesque beauty being warmly greeted by the maitre d’ and then escorted up front to a window table.

With her hair piled atop her head in a severe bun, reading glasses perched on her nose, and a proper dark business suit covering her body, she looked every bit the cool, capable businesswoman yet there was no disguising the pulse quickening perfection of her face and figure. She appeared to be around thirty. As I sipped my drink I savored the thought of this scintillating creature stripped of her conservative trappings, envisioning her stark naked and in all kinds of provocative sexual poses.

A very handsome man approximately ten years her senior entered the restaurant and, after a brief conversation with the maitre d’, walked to her table. “Michelle,” he said happily, bending to kiss the blonde beauty on the cheek.

“David, my darling,” she responded.

For the next hour or so, I watched the picture perfect couple as they talked and laughed, wondering just what their relationship was. I finished eating, paid the check and then gave the intriguing couple one last look before leaving the restaurant. Back in the office, I quickly became engrossed in work, and Michelle and David were forgotten. Not until ten that night did they penetrate my consciousness again and how!

I was seated at my desk, going over a report I’d be submitting to my boss in the morning, when the desire for more caffeine struck. Tossing the report on the desk, I got up and started for the coffee machine in the corner, glancing out the window as I did so. Immediately I saw that the building across the street was completely dark except for a light in an office on the forty first floor. I knew it was the forty first floor because it was directly across from my office.

I could see two people in the office, a man and a woman, and (here I quickly cleaned my glasses and put them back on) they were bare assed naked! My first thought was that I’d been working too hard and was beginning to see things, but as I continued staring across the street at the couple, who were now kissing, I realized that they were not a figment of my imagination. The man was tall and well built, and the woman was a statuesque blonde with hair that cascaded down her back almost to her shapely bottom. She looked like…no, could it be? Michelle?

I quickly turned off my desk lamp and stood in darkness, watching the scene across the street, my eyes straining to see detail, my legs trembling, my cock swelling inside my trousers. And then, to my shock, the couple started to get dressed. Damn, I had missed everything! I cursed the fact that I had not looked out the window earlier and I made a mental note to bring my binoculars to the office in the morning.

I got very little done the next night, as I was forever looking up from my work in the hope of seeing a light come on in the office across the street. But nothing. I stayed late the following night and again was disappointed. But then, the night after that, around nine thirty, a light came on in the office and the same couple came into view. I turned off my desk lamp, grabbed my binoculars out of the top drawer and hurried to the window. Quickly I focused on the office across the street, a lump forming in my throat when I realized that the woman was indeed Michelle and the man with her, David.

The flowers on the desk as well as the general d cor of the office led me to conclude that it was Michelle’s. My cock started swelling in my trousers as I watched Michelle help David off with his jacket and tie and then start undoing the buttons on his shirt. She was in a white blouse and a tight fitting brown skirt that came to her knees, an outfit suitable for the office yet sexy in an understated way.

When David was down to his white briefs, he started undressing Michelle, removing in turn her blouse, skirt, bra and pantyhose. Finally he removed the pins in the tight bun atop her head, and her golden tresses cascaded down her back. They embraced, lips locking as their hands roamed over each other’s body. Then, breaking the kiss, Michelle sank to her knees and began tugging down David’s briefs. Once they were off, she put his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.

At first, because of the angle, all I could see was the top of Michelle’s head bobbing up and down, but I quickly rectified that by standing on the stool my secretary uses to reach the top drawer of the file cabinet. Now I had a good view of the beautiful Michelle giving David a blowjob.

And just who was David, I wondered. A client of hers, perhaps? Her boss? Her lover? Her husband? He could be any of those, but what puzzled me was why they were fucking in her office instead of a bedroom or motel room.

With Michelle still sucking on David’s now swollen cock, I took my own cock out of my trousers and started idly stroking it while continuing to peer through my high powered binoculars. David was leaning back against Michelle’s desk with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, obviously enjoying Michelle’s technique. Several minutes passed and then Michelle got to her feet and quickly bent over her desk. With her breasts mashed against the desktop, she wiggled her bottom in lewd invitation.

David, his cock pointing the way, moved into position immediately, and a moment later I saw him penetrate the blonde beauty. Michelle’s mouth opened wide in what I assumed was a moan of pleasure as David commenced fucking her. I knew I looked like an idiot, standing on my secretary’s stool with one hand holding the binoculars and the other stroking my cock. But I didn’t care. All that mattered was that Michelle and David continue fucking and I continue watching.

In the next few minutes, I had to take my hand off my cock twice, because to continue stroking would have resulted in orgasm. I wanted to come when David did, spilling my seed at the same time he deposited his in Michelle’s pussy. I almost cheered when David pulled out and Michelle turned over onto her back, because this meant they weren’t through yet.

With Michelle’s ass resting on the edge of the desk, David grasped her ankles and lifted her long legs up, spreading them in a V. then he buried his cock inside her pussy once again and resumed fucking. His thrusts were steady at first but then quickened as he neared orgasm. It was easy enough to tell when he was coming, as he threw his head back and stopped thrusting, keeping his cock buried in Michelle’s pussy as it spurted semen. Michelle, too, seemed to be coming, judging from the expression on her face.

My hand was trembling by this time, and I could no longer keep the binoculars steady. I held them at my side as my body stiffened. With my other hand I grasped my cock hotly and started coming. Semen shot out of my cock to splatter against the window. Through eyes clouded by the intensity of my pleasure, I saw my come dribbling down the glass. Then, on rubbery legs, I made it to my desk chair, slumping into it with a sigh.

I’ve watched Michelle and David fuck four times since then. I still don’t know exactly what their relationship is, or why they fuck in Michelle’s office, but I’m not sure I care anymore. In fact, not knowing lends a certain mystery to the whole thing and enhances my voyeuristic pleasure.

This morning my boss stopped by to commend me on my work ethic, saying how much he appreciated the long hours I’ve been putting in. He said he hoped my workload would lessen in time and that I’d be able to start leaving the office at a normal hour. Keeping a straight face, I told my boss I didn’t mind putting in a lot of overtime. “In fact,” I added, “it seems to agree with me.”

Mr. O.V., Illinois

I became a voyeur quite by accident. I was visiting a friend during the holidays and, while searching for his bathroom, I mistakenly opened his bedroom door. Inside, his wife, a voluptuous brunette in her forties, stood naked in front of a full length mirror, her back to me. Her ass was firm and round and most alluring and her legs were long and slender, the kind every man dreams of having wrapped around his waist during a heated bout of fucking.

I could see from her reflection in the mirror that her tits were full, her nipples brown and erect. She obviously groomed her pubic hair, for between her legs was a finely cultivated patch of black frizz that allowed a generous view of her fleshy vulva.

Luckily she didn’t see me and I was able to close the door without being found out. But I was so excited by what I had seen that when I finally got to the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and jerked off into the sink, with visions of my friend’s naked wife dancing in my head.

Shortly after this incident, I caught a glimpse of a woman’s nipple while on a bus. I was seated on a slow moving cross town bus at rush hour, and she stood in front of me, hanging onto the overhead rail. The bus was rather warm, and when she unbuttoned her coat, my eyes immediately became fixed on her inviting cleavage. She was wearing a sheer white shirt and several of its buttons unfastened. When she turned to get off the bus, her shirt creased in just the right places and there, at my eye’s height, was one ripe, succulent ruby nub.

Thinking about these serendipitous sexual forays, I quickly realized the nature of their lure: The women were oblivious to my lustful gaze. They were turning me on without knowing it. And I was privileged to see them in their truest light, their defenses down, with no pretensions. I was determined to seek out such opportunities.

I soon found myself stealing into neighbors’ backyards in the still of the night, stationing myself outside bedroom and bathroom windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of exquisite female nudity. Happily, my strategy ultimately met with success. After encountering a number of lowered shades, I stumbled upon the home of a gorgeous blonde. I’d seen her around the neighborhood several times, in the park, at the supermarket, etc., and I often envisioned the splendor of her curvaceous body as I stroked myself to orgasm.

It was approaching midnight when her bathroom light went on. The window was open about an inch at the bottom and the shade, though lowered, failed to cover this veritable gateway to paradise. I peered through this generous crack and watched enthralled as my beautiful neighbor disrobed and showered.

Her breasts were relatively small, but the undersides curved up sharply, meeting swollen, bulbous nipples, which gave her an exotic, somewhat European air. Her hips were smooth and wide, her thighs lean, her rump two delicious mounds of soft, inviting flesh, and her pussy covered by a shrub of golden curls.

Feeling the bulge in my crotch grow, I unzipped my pants and freed my cock from its restraints. A brisk chill whipped against my hot erection and, as I watched her lathering up her body, sliding soap over her jiggling tits and tight tummy, I began masturbating. As I stroked myself, I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my cock deep into her feminine soul.

Just then she stepped out of the shower to towel herself dry. With her back to me, she bent over to dry her legs and feet, giving me a bird’s eye view of the slick, pink slot that was her cunt. Overcome with lust, I spurted my seed, dousing her tomato plants.

I returned several times to watch my beautiful neighbor disrobe. My greatest thrill occurred one cool spring evening when I was treated to the sight of this hot woman in the throes of passion with her lover. He was a strapping with a hairy trunk for a body, his arms thick and meaty, his cock long and thick. I stood motionless outside the woman’s bedroom window peering through a crack in the shade near the windowsill.

My neighbor entered the room wearing a full length white terry cloth robe and turned off the television, leaving the sound off. The man lay back on the mattress, his large cock slapping back against his hairy belly and resting there. She turned out the light, and the room turned a smoky blue from the television glare. In this seductive haze she removed her robe, revealing the splendor of her nudity.

Parting his legs, she nestled herself between the man’s thighs and took his cock into her mouth. He moaned soulfully, and I could hear her wet mouth working as she slobbered over her friend’s swollen shaft. As I looked on, I unzipped my pants and began stroking my throbbing erection.

Moving up his body, my neighbor’s velvet lips enveloped the man’s nipples before she rose up and pushed her tongue into his mouth. As she straddled him, I could see in the dim, silvery flicker of light his hard cock slither up into her moist, glistening cunt. Their thrusting and moaning was more than I could bear, and I was soon beyond the point of no return, spraying my seed on the soil. As my orgasm subsided and my dick grew limp, the two lovers, entwined in a fervent embrace, also came.

I have since returned to my favorite peeping spot, and I have been generously rewarded with glimpses of my gorgeous blonde neighbor’s body in a variety of exciting positions. But the greatest thrill of all came recently, when I bumped into her at the market. She was ahead of me on line, and I moved up close to get a whiff of her hair, to brush my arm against hers.

To know her scent, the thrill of her touch, her flesh on mine, is, for me, the ultimate erotic fantasy. I have seen her beauty, her sensual art. Now I must move on and explore her depths, caress her very soul, her sexual essence.

Mr. B.Q., New York

Wanting to spy on my wife while she was getting fucked had become a compelling desire ever since the night I sniffed her come soaked panties when she got home late one time. As I stood beside the bed, Jocelyn’s soiled, damp panties in my hand, I realized that instead of feeling jealousy, my reaction was one of sexual excitement. My cock was hardened to a massive bulge inside my pants as I imagined my wife screwing another man.

It was just a week later that Jocelyn told me she would be working late again that evening. As I waited for her to come home, I found myself jacking off to images of my wife and her lover indulging in all manner of sexual diversions. I realized that, far from feeling angry with Jocelyn, I felt an overwhelming desire to share in her affairs. I wanted her to tell me all the details of her outside lovemaking, and, most of all, let me watch her with her lover. In short, the voyeuristic side of my nature had emerged, one that I hadn’t even known existed.

When Jocelyn arrived home my mind was in turmoil, but I knew I had to approach her. I called her over to me as I lounged in an armchair, and as she drew near, I ran my hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thigh. She just stood there trembling as I worked a finger past the elastic of her panties and into her soaking pussy. My heart was beating wildly as I drew her out and got her to tell me that she’d been having sex with Tony, a sales rep from her office, since long before our marriage.

I told her that I didn’t mind, and to prove it, I undressed her and took her then and there on the living room carpet. It was a fantastic feeling as I slid into her juicy pussy, using Tony’s semen for lubrication. I told Jocelyn how much I enjoyed knowing what a sexy wife I had, and as we worked toward a shared climax, she finally realized I meant it.

The outcome of all this was that my wife began to tell me everything that happened between Tony and her. I started encouraging Jocelyn to wear sexy lingerie, and she would tell me how Tony would undress her down to garter belt, stockings and high heels before they screwed. Jocelyn even began to go out for drinks with some of her single girlfriends, and occasionally she would allow men to pick her up for one night stands. Each time, my wife filled me in on all the details when she got home. Then, after a little more than a year, I finally persuaded Jocelyn to let me watch one of her sexual encounters.

Jocelyn phoned me at work one afternoon, and I could tell by her voice that she was sexually aroused. She told me that if I wanted to see something special, I should hide in the closet that night. After work I raced home and immediately stripped down to my underwear. My cock was near the bursting point as I secluded myself in the closet to await my wife.

I waited there almost two hours before I heard a car pull into the driveway. I heard my wife’s voice as she said that I wouldn’t be home for at least two hours. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. As Jocelyn entered the bedroom, she glanced at the closet door and smiled. However, I received the surprise of my life when not one but two handsome men followed her in! One of them I recognized as her friend Tony, and the other, as I was to learn later, was Tony’s friend Mickey.

As soon as the two guys entered the room, Mickey began passionately kissing my wife. From my vantage point, I could see his hands caress her pert behind while she rubbed her crotch along his leg. Suddenly my view was blocked as Tony moved in behind Jocelyn and began to unbutton her silky dress. Soon it was completely down to her waist. My wife then wriggled away from Mickey and slipped her dress over her hips to reveal the lacy white garter belt, bra and panty set I had given her on our anniversary.

I was filled with pride as Mickey exclaimed, “Damn, she’s got a great looking body!” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, and she knows how to use it, too.” Jocelyn just smiled and began to parade back and forth in front of the two men while they slowly removed their clothes. I noticed that Tony had a very large cock, but what really surprised me was the size of his friend’s cock. It looked to be at least eight inches long and almost as thick as my wrist! Jocelyn gasped when she saw I, and I knew she couldn’t wait to feel it moving inside her.

When Mickey had finished undressing, Jocelyn knelt in front of him and began to kiss and caress his cock and balls until he was fully erect. Meanwhile, Tony unfastened the clasp on her bra and her full breasts came spilling out. He began to knead her breasts and pinch her pink nipples with one hand while tugging her panties down with the other.

Tony slipped first one then two fingers up my wife’s gooey pussy as she continued to suck Mickey’s gigantic cock. As Tony played with Jocelyn’s pussy, he asked Mickey if Jocelyn didn’t give great head. Mickey responded, “Fantastic! But I want to try some of that sweet pussy. Let’s get her up here on the bed.”

Hearing this, Jocelyn pulled away from Mickey’s cock and stretched out on the bed, pulling her knees up to reveal her soaking pussy. Mickey moved up between her legs and Jocelyn helped guide his cock into her juicy love hole. This was the moment I had waited for and I began to jack off like never before.

Never in my life had I seen my wife look so beautiful. Her stocking clad legs were wrapped around Mickey’s back as she bucked to meet his every thrust. She was whimpering with pleasure when suddenly she cried out, “Fuck me! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” Seeing my wife in the throes of orgasm triggered my release, and I began to frantically pump my cock until I splashed semen all over the inside of the closet door.

When I had regained my composure, I looked out to see that Mickey had rolled Jocelyn over until she was astride his massive erection. Mickey looked over at Tony and winked while spreading Jocelyn’s asscheeks and working his middle finger into her pink asshole. Tony immediately got the message and he knelt behind my wife’s upraised bottom. Jocelyn was oblivious to what the guys had in mind until suddenly she felt Tony’s hard prick brushing against the cheeks of her ass. “Oh! Yes! Stick it in my ass!” she squealed as Tony spread her juices into her rear entrance.

Tony gently probed her asshole with his cock and then, suddenly, Jocelyn pushed back with her hips and his cock slid all the way into her tight ass. Both guys began to pump in and out as Jocelyn groaned with pleasure at her first double fuck. I could see her toes curling with pleasure. She was coming on almost every stroke when Mickey suddenly growled in animal pleasure and sent his load gushing into Jocelyn’s pussy.

Meanwhile, Tony was slowly building to his own orgasm, as he started thrusting harder and deeper into my wife’s rectum. Jocelyn looked over her shoulder. “Does my asshole feel good?” she asked. “I love your cock in my ass.” She then reached back with her right hand and began to knead Tony’s swollen balls until he shuddered and sent loads of come pouring deep into her rear passage. The three of them collapsed together, completely drained from their frenzied lovemaking.

As soon as the guys had left, I immediately jumped into the bed next to my well fucked wife. When I told Jocelyn I had masturbated while watching her, she giggled and said, “Next time maybe I’ll bring three men home.” She told me she had gotten an extra thrill from the sex knowing I could see and hear every detail. As we discussed the evening’s events, we both became more and more excited, until I finally slipped my cock into her soaking pussy. Although my prick is smaller than either Mickey’s or Tony’s, I was able to bring Jocelyn to yet another orgasm before I added my semen to her overflowing pussy.

That was four years ago, and since then Jocelyn has been with quite a number of men. She has met them at work, at her health club and at bars when having drinks with friends after work. We both are very pleased with our marriage and, in fact, our sex life is better now then ever.

Mr. R.Y., Ohio