Message-ID: <6844eli$9803101839@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Jackzz@anon.com (Jack) Subject: Wife with other men Part1 Comments!!! Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Jackzz@anon.com X-Auth: D10155DB838F044A91508495 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6e42ov$j1p$5@gte2.gte.net> THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY ANYONE WHO WOULD BE OFFENDED BY SUCH MATERIAL. IT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. IT IS THE STORY OF A LIFESTYLE FOREIGN TO MOST PEOPLE AND WOULD NOT APPEAL TO THEM. In sex, there are many different sexual turn-ons. You may enjoy voyeurism, being an exhibitionist, get off on domination or perhaps S&M. Pornography is a very common sexual turn-on, especially for men. For others perhaps it is bestiality or incest. I'm sure there are others. But for me the greatest or ultimate turn is watching my wife make love to another man. I have read very little about this type of sexual enjoyment. Perhaps because it is limited in its appeal. I have absolutely no desire make it a threesome. This is the true story of my wife and I and my desire to watch her make love to other men. I know that for most men, the idea of seeing their wife makes love to another man would be repulsive. But, I do believe there are men who truly love their wives and who find that watching their wives with other men is the ultimate arousal. I would like to know if anybody else who reads this is shares my feelings. If you do, post comments to this newsgroup. This is the first installment of this story. If you are interested in reading more about our lives, please post a note to this newsgroup and I will continue. Wife with other men 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 (my wife). She never complained and for a year or so that was the way our 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 just 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 for 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. End of this installment -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |