Sex with A Voyeur's Wife
I met "Candace" and "Mitch" at a porn theater outside of Louisville, Kentucky. If you're interested in those details, I have spelled them out in my other blog. After that first encounter, I gave them my number and to my happy surprise, they dialed it a few weeks later.
I arranged to meet them the next time I was in their area for drinks and a no-obligation conversation. Frankly, I didn't expect much other than that. I was easily 20 years older than them, and he had been so quiet and withdrawn at the theater that I wasn't even sure what kind of conversation we might have. We arrived at the same time and the chat that began in the parking lot was predictably stiff. By the time we got to a corner booth, we had (mercifully) made it past the "did you have any trouble finding the place?" and "how often do you come to town?" pleasantries.
"Thanks for meeting with us," he began the transition.
"Happy to do it. We didn't get much of a chance to get properly acquainted last time."
"Yeah. That was all sorta unexpected." He shot her a look that I couldn't immediately read. She looked down at her drink.
"Any regrets?" I directed the question to her.
She looked me in the eye as she shook her head. "Not really."
"We weren't planning on doing any of that," he continued. "I mean, maybe messin' around a little between us, but nothing else."
"Had you ever been there before?"
"Just once," she answered. The look on his face told me that he probably had been there more often but I let it go.
"We just made out a little. Mostly." Again, he shot her that look. She smiled coyly.
"Mostly?"
He looked around the room before answering softly. "Well, she had her titties out and I was playin' with 'em."
In spite of her slim frame, the girl had some large, firm breasts. She wasn't a traditional beauty and most guys wouldn't have given her a second look, but wearing that form-fitting t-shirt reminded me immediately of what I had seen that night in a dark porn theater. They were definitely her best asset.
"I bet that drew some attention," I smiled, looking at her.
"Yeah. A little. But everybody stayed back. Not like the night we saw you there."
"Was that your wife?" He asked. "Does she know you're here with us?"
"Laura? No, not my wife. But I did mention to her that you had called."
"Girlfriend?"
"Not exactly." I decided to be completely upfront. "She's married and was curious about playing in a porn theater. She thinks it's hot."
"Does her husband know?" Candace asked?
"No." Again, I figured that honesty was the best approach. "Candidly, I prefer it when the guy is into it, but everybody's in a different place, right?
They nodded. Mitch took a long drink.
"Are a lot of guys into it?"
Candace looked at him when he asked, then turned to me, waiting for an answer.
I nodded. "Yeah. Not everybody, of course, but enough to keep me happy."
"You prefer married women?" Candace was visibly relaxing now.
"Prefer? I don't know about that. I just like women. Especially those that know what they want. If she's married, we both know why we're there. She's not looking for a husband and I'm not looking for a wife. It's all about pleasure at that point."
They shot each other that look again as I continued. "I get along well with husbands. They know I'm not there to 'steal their woman'. I'm there to fuck. Period And give their wives something they can't."
"What's that?" asked Mitch.
"I don't always know, to be honest with you. Variety, maybe? Fulfilling some fantasy. Or stretching some boundary, breaking a taboo. When I was young, it was mostly older women wanting something younger. That's obviously changed now," I laughed.
"Maybe someone has a thing for older guys now," Candace suggested.
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, "speaking from experience, are we?"
She blushed. "Not exactly, but, you know, more experience. More experiences. Like the theater."
We returned to the events of that night. It was interesting to hear their perspective on what took place. They were both more turned on by it than they would have expected, and he was especially surprised to see how hard it made him to watch his young wife taking a stranger's cock. It had fueled their fantasies over the last few weeks.
"So are you thinking about doing it again?" I figured it was time to find out why I was really there.
"We tried," she said, "But it didn't really work."
"Yeah, I asked a buddy of mine. He was good with it right up until he had to put it in. He said that me being there made him nervous. But I wanted to watch. He even asked if we could do her together."
"But that's not what you want, is it?
He shook his head.
"You want to sit back and enjoy watching your wife perform for you with another guy. Your personal porn star."
Now it was his turn to blush.
"I get it. You have this sexy woman, and you know what she does for you, and seeing another guy get that treatment, knowing that when it's all over she's coming back to your bed. That's hot. You're the king of the world."
He nodded but said nothing.
"And, if I would guess, I would say she gets hotter with other guys, knowing that you're watching her. Knowing that she's turning both of you on." I turned to her. "Isn't that right?"
They looked at other again. Nodding. I was probably reciting a conversation that the two of them had already had in one form or another. There was no reason not to ask the next question.
"Look, my hotel is about 5 minutes from here. We could probably be more comfortable there."
It didn't take much coaxing. In fact, I think they were ready for it long before I finally brought it up.
She slipped into the bathroom as we walked into the room. He started to say something as I directed him to an upholstered chair in the corner of the room, then paused.
"You should just say it. Whatever it is. Clarity is very important right now."
"I don't know. Um. Would you want to... ya know?"
"Absolutely I would." After all, she was young, cute, and had great tits, and after hanging out with them for a while my mind was filled with images of what I'd like to do to that petite body. I continued, "The question, though, is whether or not the two of you want to. You have to be sure because once it's done, there's no going back."
He nodded silently, then looked up as she approached us. I figured that the direct approach was best.
"Mitch was asking if I wanted to play with you, and I most certainly do. But it's your decision."
She nodded, looking at him.
I turned toward him to see him nodding again.
"Nice. One last thing. If at any point either of you changes your mind, just speak up." I looked him dead in the eye, "I'm gonna fuck your wife, while you watch." Then I turned my gaze to her, "And you're going to cum just knowing a stranger is fucking you 10 feet from your husband."
She blushed, and immediately reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head. I took a beat to admire her impressive cleavage pushing its way out of her bra before I stepped behind her, squeezing between her small frame and the bed. I wanted her husband to see what I was doing. As she dropped the shirt I squeezed her waist, then slowly drew my hands up her naked rib cage, pausing at the bottom of her bra-covered breasts.
I squeezed them. First both together, then one at a time. I felt her sigh and lean back into me. I watch his eyes as I teased his wife, eventually working my right hand inside her left cup. Already her nipple was firm, eagerly anticipating the attention of a stranger. I leaned down to nibble at that point where the neck meets the shoulder. She sighed and pushed herself further into me.I took my time removing her bra, holding it in place as I unsnapped it. That was more for hubby's benefit than anything else. Eventually, I revealed his wife's tits to him, as though he were seeing them for the first time.
I could feel her eagerness, so we wasted little time getting naked. I guided her back to the bed, laying her across the foot of it; her feet at the edge closest to Mitch. I wanted him to have a good view. I pulled her legs straight, then lifted her feet until she nearly formed the letter "L". Then, with her legs extended, I spread them wide, opening her pussy to me and to her husband. I slowly kissed my way down her legs. As I got to her thighs I released them, allowing her to put her feet on the bed. I lay between those legs, soaking in the aroma of her aroused cunt.
I kissed her inner thighs gently, slowly making my way to her target. She was already visibly wet. The anticipation of another man's cock had obviously gotten her hot. She tasted sweet and her juices flowed to the point that there was a wet spot on the bed even before she came. I brought her to her first orgasm by simply licking and sucking her clit. My fingers coaxed her to her second.
"I want to taste you," she whispered.
Feeling a little devious, I responded, "Taste me? I think you need to be more specific."
"I want it in my mouth."
"Uh uh. Tell me what you really want. Use your words," I teased.
"I want to suck you."
"Which part. Say it. I know you can."
"I want to suck your dick. Your cock. I want to suck your cock."
"And I want you to suck my cock. Like this, so Mitch can see you taking it." I laid back, head on a pillow and my feet pointed at her husband. She started on my side, but eventually straddled my chest, giving him a perfect view of her mouth sliding up and down on my dick.
After a few minutes, he stood and dropped his pants. I thought perhaps he was going to join us. Instead, he reached into a bag and pulled out a condom. He tore it open and handed it to his wife. She fumbled a bit putting it on. Lack of practice, I suppose, but as soon as it was there she squatted over it and lowered herself into a reverse cowgirl position.
"Oh my god. I can't believe this."
"Are you OK," Mitch asked. I wasn't sure if it was a concern for her or a slight fear that she might be changing her mind.
"Oh yeah. I'm good."
We shifted positions. Well, I did. She basically stayed where she was; on her knees and elbows with that tight ass pointed into the air. I slid in from behind, her pussy still soaked. We started slow and easy and she responded with sexy moans. As I eventually began to pick up the pace, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees and began to push back, matching my rhythm.
As I pounded his wife, Mitch stood again and walked to the side of the bed so that he could see my dick sliding in and out of her. He stroked himself, as though her were trying to match our pace. Suddenly he made his way to the foot of the bed and turned just in time to unload on Candace's face. I don't know if that pushed her over the edge or if their timing was just fortunate. She came with a growl and collapsed to her elbows again, her messy face laying on the bed.
I could feel her relaxing and released my grip on her hips, allowing her to lay completely flat on the bed. Aside from her heavy breathing, she was completely still for nearly two minutes.
"I haven't seen this in a while," Mitch said softly from his chair. "I call it her sex coma. When she comes really hard she'll get like this. It's been a while."
I got her some water and let her recharge. We chatted quietly. For the most part, Mitch told her how hot it was and how good she looked getting fucked. He also revealed that the load he splattered on her face was the second of the night. The first came when my tongue first touched his wife's clit. Long before his pants were even opened.
"You're not done, are you?" She asked me.
"I am if you are." She was right, of course, but I've learned that it's always better to stop short and get a second invitation when you can.
"I'd like to ride it again if that's OK."
If that's OK. As though I might tell her no.
This time the ride was on Mitch's chair. I sat, she straddled and we kissed like teenagers while she did a slow grind, occasionally interrupted by some serious pounding. It was her show. She was completely in control and she moved happily through another set of orgasms before I finally unloaded in my condom.
They left my room a couple hours after they had arrived, eager to get back to their place to fuck. I offered to let them use my bed while I enjoyed their show from the comfort of the chair, but Mitch graciously declined. But on the way out, he offered a tantalizing prospect.
"Maybe next time we can meet you back at the porn theater."
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