Voyeur

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A guy gets stuck in a sexual rut with his wife and the neighbor
lady comes to the rescue.

MF-Voy.
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By William DuPain

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John and Nadine Brooks had been our neighbors for five years they
were there when we bought our house in the new development after
I had received my promotion at corp. John was a sports addict and
a pleasant out going kind of guy, Nadine was a dark and lusty
petite brunette with a hard models hot treacherous body.


One weekend I happened over while my wife was shopping to see
John, but when Nadine answered the door she informed me that John
was off with a guy from work at the bow range.


She graciously offered me a cup of coffee as a means of
compensation and I accepted. She seated me at the kitchen bar on
one of the stools and set about filling my cup.


"So, how have things been big guy?" she asked with her back to
me.


And without any forethought, I let everything in my life fall
straight out my lips ... including my growing sexual distance
from my beautiful young wife Stella. I told her things that she
should never have heard from me, things no one should have heard
from me ... concerning my marriage.


With a tense look about her she finally asked, "How long has this
been going on now Tim?"


"It started about a year ago, slowly at first, but now it's to
the point where we seldom make love anymore and we haven't even
spoke about it yet," I told her.


"I can fix it for you ... if you'll let me Timothy," she said.


I hated it when she called me that ... "U-m-m-m, gotta hot sex
potion Nadine?" I asked her, half joking.


"Better than that my friend," ... she responded, a little too
quickly.


"So what's the plan?" I asked, my curiosity in full forward mode
now.


"Don't you worry your pretty little head about the details Tim,
Just tell Stella that I invited the two of you over for a get
together next Friday evening."


"Well, ok ... should I bring anything?" another brilliant
question from my ever probing intellect.


"Your wife, and all of your pent up sexual frustration," she
giggled, as her grass colored eyes went lively.


Now I was really scared, it was the giggle and the wicked little
glint in her eye that disturbed me, if there is anything in life
that's unpredictable, it's a woman with a scheme.


"Now you should leave because I'm out of coffee anyway and I need
to get my house work done," she said smiling.


Rejected and frightened, I grudgingly crawled out of my
comfortable seat and headed for my own abode.


When Stella Rae returned from her weekly business I gave her
Nadine's message and she took it all in stride as she did
everything these days.

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The next week passed painfully slow because my curiosity was
peaked all week long wondering what our very sexy neighbor had
planned in the way of a marital cure for my lagging relationship.


Friday finally arrived and the appointed hour rushed in upon us
as Stella made ready for our evening out. She was gorgeous her
blonde hair shimmering with every move of her head.


She wore a pair of bone colored low heels and a flimsy multi
colored dress that I thought was just a little short. It plunged
low on her ample cleavage and did hug her hips and ass nicely.


She wore pale lip-gloss and short silver dangles for earrings;
and her well-toned legs were outrageous as they left the hem of
her little skirt the dark stockings contrasted the color of her
heels perfectly where they entered her footwear.


We were greeted with hugs at the front door of our host's home
and dragged inside where the scent of warm lasagna filled the
air. After a sip of wine and ample conversation we settled down
around the table to sample our friends pasta bake.


The meal passed quickly enough and it was sumptuous as Nadine's
cooking always was, we sat and shared small talk for a while
until at last Nadine said, "Why don't you bring my new trinkets
out for Stella to drool over while I force Tim to help me clean
up."


And with that she grabbed my arm and herded me toward the hallway
while John stepped out of the room to get the trinkets, whatever
they were.


"Follow me," Nadine said, as she stacked the dinner vessels one
atop the other and loaded them in my hands. I followed her out of
the room and down the short hallway where we left the dishes on
top of the washer in the little utility room and then we headed
for the study.


She quickly opened the door to her husbands study and we slipped
inside it was my first visit to this area. The glass was all
fixed with a one-way silver colored sun shield to prevent the
rays of the sun from coming in. You could clearly see out but no
one standing on the other side of it could see in.


"S-h-h-h-h," she said, as she herded me closer to the glass
facing the room my wife sat in. "Now just watch," she said again.


John came back into the room and instead of stopping by Stella's
seat went directly to the prep island in the other side of the
kitchen. He turned and beckoned for Stella to join him as he sat
down a small jewelry case on the counter.


Stella was there in a flash knowing there were stones of some
kind in that case and jewelry being one of her uncontrollable
impulse faults couldn't resist a peek at the prize. The way her
face lit up I could guess it was diamonds that her eyes were
looking at.


As she was involved with her inspection John slipped in behind
her and pulled a thin piece of something from his hip pocket.
Before she knew what was going on he had her hands snuggly bound
behind her.


It was a look of complete shocked surprise as he turned her to
face him, Stella started to speak but he covered her lips with
his mouth in a kiss that caught her words before they were
delivered. John's hand went up under my wife's skirt and Stella
started to struggle against him but John pulled her arms far
behind her back placing her hands on the marble counter and
holding them there.


She was arched out toward him, as his hands were clearly busy
beneath her dress. There was a rush of complex feelings inside of
me as I watched, and I was so shocked by what I saw my friend
doing that I just froze there for a moment.


I noticed two things in the same instant of time, Stella was no
longer struggling and I had the largest, hardest erection I could
remember.


"I see some one is enjoying my entertainment," Nadine whispered
behind me.


"Doesn't she look beautiful Tim, with my husbands fingers buried
deep in her hungry cunt ... now please don't move," she said.


I said nothing still in a state of mental blankness.


I felt Nadine's small warm hand reach around, take hold of the
bulge in my pants, and then squeeze me repeatedly. She skillfully
pulled my zipper down and had me in hand in no time at all, as my
fevered eyes continued watching my wife's surrender to the
pleasant sensations now coursing through her flesh.


It was unnecessary for John to hold my wife's hands now and her
hips were moving slightly against John's fingers as he fucked
her. It was clear by that and the flush of rose on the cheeks of
her face that Stella was heating up.


Nadine stepped around in front of me and went down on her knees
without a word and my next sensation was a long missed and much
welcome rush of wet heat around the shaft of my quaking cock. She
went down deep on me, her small hand gently squeezing my stones
as her mouth worked my cock as expertly as any well-paid
corporate hooker.


I watched my wife spread her legs wider apart for John, as
Nadine's hot mouth drove me forward toward my crisis. I shook as
I began to shoot into her mouth, but Nadine was not caught by
surprise. Her grip went firm at the base of my cock and she
continued to suck and swallow with unparalleled avarice.


She didn't spill a drop of my cum and when at last I finished
squirting she pressed my cock flat out against my belly and
licked my balls all around with that warm tongue. She sprang to
her feet quickly, retrieved a chair from beside her husband's
desk, and placed it in front of me. Then quickly slipping out of
her panties she then bent over it and raised her dress up around
her hips.


"Fuck me she whispered, fuck me while I watch him use your wife,"
she whimpered.


I did, as my cock never went soft; of course it had been a while
since it had last been used. I took her deep at the first stroke.
She was extremely messy down there, but damn, was that girl tight
and hot.


"Oh God, Yes!" she sighed, with a shiver.


I lifted my eyes to find my wife furiously pumping her hips
against my friend's hand; her eyes closed, her moisture easily
seen on his fingers as he withdrew on the backstroke. He now had
her breast out and was nursing his lust at her nipple as his hand
fucked her silly.


I pumped Nadine as hard and fast as I could until at last I felt
her begin to shake just as I saw my wife start shaking in the
next room. Neither woman screamed as they came but both wanted to
badly and Nadine flooded my groin with her fluids as her passage
milked my hardness.


Nadine collapsed against the chair and my cock slipped from the
warm comfort of her passage. She said nothing for a moment, but
after a time she rose and turned kissing me sweetly on the lips.


"You must never tell your wife about us, it will spoil our time
together and I don't want to lose her friendship," she said.


I agreed.


We slipped out of the study after Stella went to use the private
bath in John and Nadine's bedroom. We found our way back to the
dishwasher and loaded up the dishes then started the machine, at
one point I caught Nadine smiling at me again and after I did I
received another quick kiss.


The rest of the evening went by without event, with all parties
acting as if nothing unusual had went on, of course Stella was
unaware that we had watched her and John from the study.


Later that night Stella's conscience got the best of her, it
happened as we were getting ready for bed. She came and sat on
the side of the bed and with her eyes on the floor she said,


"I have something to tell you that you won't like Tim!"


"Really, what's not to like about you my sexy wife," I said.


I could see my words had grated her raw inside as her eyes welled
up with moisture.


"What is wrong Stella?" I asked.


"Something happened when you and Nadine were out of the room,"
she stated.


"It couldn't have been to bad Stella, we didn't notice anything,"
I told her.


"It was bad Tim," she said.


"Well what was it Stella?" I asked, acting dumb.


"John forced my arms behind me and then proceeded to finger fuck
me by the prep island while you were out of the room," she
recited as her tears formed.


"I'll take care of it Stella, that was not your fault," I
soothed.


"But I liked it Tim and at the end I came on his hand, and I
wouldn't mind if he were to do it again!" she sobbed.


I sat there, feigning shock, and just looking at her without
saying anything.


The silence between us was heavy with expectation, until at last
she threw her arms around me and cried.


"Make love to me Tim ... please, right now ... show me you still
love me," she sobbed.


I moved my hand slowly up her thigh and her legs went wide for
me.


"Finger fuck me Tim put your hand inside of me and fuck me," she
whimpered as her mouth moved to cover mine.


Stella had no panties on and when my fingers found the heat of
her opening she was dripping wet, she moaned richly as my fingers
went deep inside her tight opening.


That was the beginning of the best night of love making with my wife
in a long time, her cries filled that room with there sound twice
that night before she fell off to sleep.


We have had several similar encounters with our neighbors since
then and I always get my ass fucked off by Stella when we get
back home. She's still not aware that Nadine arranged the whole
first episode I just let her continue thinking it was are little
secret, but Nadine and I have put John's study to some good use
lately ... watching my wife get fucked by her husband.


But the wildest thing was the night that the four of us went to a
local bar for amateur strip night where the two girls competed
... but then ... that's another story in its own right isn't it.


End                                      WilliamDuPain@gmail.com