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From The Window - 1
by Skybov (skybov@hotmail.com)
***
A man watches as his wife is seduced by someone from
work. She is reluctant at first but then really gets
into it. (MF, wife-cheat, reluc, voy)
***
I normally wouldn't have been up at this time of night;
I work a weird shift—from 3 a.m. till noon—and I sleep
from after supper till about 2 a.m. Anyway, it was
around 10:00 p.m., and I was just coming back from the
bathroom when I saw the lights coming up the driveway.
I walked over to the window, and looked down from my
second floor vantage point to the driveway below. The
moon was so bright it was almost like daylight. Jeanie
was working late; end of the month books at the car
dealership, and she usually got one of the other girls
there to drive her home when they had to do this.
The vehicle, some kind of SUV, pulled up into the
turnaround, stopped and the lights went off. I could
now see it was an Escalade and that fit for the
dealership. I was crawling back into bed when I
realized I'd heard no door or anything. I got up, went
back to the window and looked down through the blinds
which were open about a quarter of the way. The SUV was
parked with the windshield toward my window, just far
enough out for me to be able to look down into the
front seat with no real obstruction.
Sure enough, it was Jeanie; I recognized the red silk
blouse and blue skirt she often wore with it. The
outfit looked good on her, bright against her fair skin
and blonde hair. The blouse buttoned up the front. She
usually kept the top two buttons undone, showing a bit
of cleavage above the balconette bra. Nothing trashy,
but you could tell there was a fine set of boobs in
that bra. I couldn't see the other person's face, but
it was no girl. What I could see was a business suit.
Probably her boss or one of the other executives—the
salesmen didn't dress that nice.
They were apparently talking, sitting not too far apart
on the seat of the Escalade, and turned about a quarter
turn toward each other. Nothing was happening, but I
thought I'd watch a bit more. She put her hand on the
door latch as if to leave, then reached over toward him
for a little goodnight kiss.
No problem, they made a big deal of family at the
dealership, and everyone was always giving each other a
little peck on the cheek or such. Anyway, the kiss
started off innocently enough, but then she took her
hand off the door and reached up and put it on his
shoulder as they continued to kiss.
He wrapped his right arm around her and put his left
hand on her back, pulling her closer to him. She seemed
to resist a bit at first, then wrapped her arm around
him and was fully into the kiss. I didn't like this a
bit, and started to go downstairs and put a stop to it
when my curiosity got the better of me. How far would
she go if they weren't interrupted?
I guess they felt fairly secure, the driveway winds
around and with the trees and shrubs, you can't see our
turnaround from the street. I was supposed to be asleep
and Jeanie was always kidding me about being such a
sound sleeper. I guess watching unseen was exciting
too, I was getting hard.
They continued to kiss, coming up for air every so
often and nibbling on each other's neck, then back to
the serious business of kissing. He was running his
left hand up and down her back from her shoulder to the
curve of her hip as he continued to kiss her. Then on
one caress, as he moved his hand upward from her hip he
slid it around to the front and cupped her breast. She
reached down and pushed his hand away.
He continued to kiss her and caress her back. Again he
tried to cup her breast and again she pushed his hand
away, but she never broke the kiss. His hand kept
stroking her back and continued further down her hip to
her buttocks, kneading and massaging her butt
momentarily before again moving back into the caressing
motion.
He continued this for several minutes, kissing her and
caressing her as she ardently returned his kisses. The
next time he put his hand on her breast; she left it
there and continued to kiss him. He began to massage
her breast, kneading and pulling on her nipple through
the thin blouse and bra.
Then as he continued working his magic on her breast,
he moved his kisses down her neck onto the top swell of
her breast just showing in the V of her blouse. As his
hand released the nipple and began to unbutton her
blouse and release the hook between the cups, she
arched her back, letting the blouse and bra slide back
on her arms and presenting her breasts to him.
Trembling, I reached over to the nightstand and got out
my binoculars. The 8 power lens made it seem as though
I were sitting on the hood looking through the
windshield. Her firm breasts were creamy white and
beautiful in the moonlight. The nipples looked dark and
as large as chocolate covered cherries.
He had both hands on her breasts now, pulling the
nipples and massaging both breasts as his kisses moved
back and forth between the nipples and around the
breasts. He was sucking and pulling on the nipples
faster and faster. She put her hands on the back of his
neck, guiding him from breast to breast to meet her
needs.
Suddenly she began to shudder. I knew it was a climax;
she was coming from the excitement and from the
attention to her breasts. Her breasts were always
extremely sensitive—like they were hot-wired directly
to her pussy. I know my wife; once he had those hot
tits open to him like this she was going to be fucked
soon unless something happened.
I knew I needed to stop and go down there before this
went any further, but I could not put the binoculars
down. My pulse was racing, I was breathing hard, and I
had a raging erection poking through the front of my
shorts. This was crazy—I needed to do something or he
was going to fuck my wife right here in our driveway, I
was sure of that.
He slowed for a moment, pausing in his attention to her
breasts, and held her close, letting her orgasm
subside. Then he gently began kissing her again and
caressing her breasts, bringing her back up the
mountain of passion.
He slid one hand between her legs just above the knees.
She was sitting flat on the seat with her legs slightly
apart while he was rolled over on the seat toward her.
He began to massage her legs with his left hand while
continuing to knead her breasts and pull her nipples
with his right. He kissed her deeply. She had her arms
around him and was holding him tightly.
As he started to move his hand up her thigh, she
clamped her legs together over his hand in an effort to
stop the progress. He gently removed his hand from
between her legs, and pulling her slightly toward him,
began to stroke her back and buttocks. They were
kissing deeply again, with one of his hands working on
her breasts and nipples and the other stroking her back
and buttocks.
He again slid his hand between her legs, this time
about at the top of her stockings, and started
massaging her thigh. His hand moved slowly up and as he
reached her panty area, she lifted her right leg up
over his, making herself open to his hand. He began to
knead her pubic area through the panties and then
alternated by running his finger tips across her pussy
lips and clit before returning to again kneading the
whole area. His thumb was just above her clit and
fingers putting pressure on her labia.
As he squeezed the thumb and fingers gently together,
he was bringing her intense pleasure. I could catch
glimpses of the dark wetness of her pubic hair through
the soaking panties. When she started hunching and
grinding her pussy into his hand, he slid his fingers
under the leg band of her panties and into her wet and
willing slit. His thumb joined his fingers beneath her
panties which were now pushed aside, and while he
fingered her he gently massaged her clit with his
thumb. She was going absolutely crazy with desire,
bouncing her butt off the leather seats and grinding
her pussy against his fingers.
He reached up to the waistband of her panties and began
pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him and
kept gyrating her butt around wanting his hand back
where it belonged. He slid them down her legs, over her
high heels, and then had them off. He dropped them over
the back of the seat into the back floorboard.
His hand returned to her pussy and again began to work
on it. He thrust his fingers deeply into her wetness,
then brought them out and licked them. He then offered
them for her to lick, and she did. They did this
several times. I was amazed and astounded—I couldn't
stop watching if I had wanted to and I don't think I
really wanted to at that point. She reached down and
slid her hand into the waistband of his trousers,
searching for his penis. She massaged it a couple of
strokes, then pulled her hand out and used it to undo
his belt and zipper.
He rolled over her and got on his knees in the
floorboard. Both hands were now on her boobs and
nipples as he leaned into her. She slid further down on
the seat toward him and began grinding her neglected
pussy against him. He reached down and dropped his
pants and shorts, freeing up his penis. He guided it
into her waiting hole with one hand, then grabbed her
hips with both hands pulling her toward him as he
thrust into her.
I never saw his dick, but as far as he pulled out on
the thrusts it must have been sizable. One thing is for
sure, he knew how to use it. She had her legs doubled
up, with her heels on the dashboard and was slid down
in the seat as far toward him as possible.
He was timing his pulls of her hips with his forward
thrusts, grinding deeply as possible into her. When he
was in the deepest, he would grind his hips from left
to right and work her buttocks with his hands. She was
absolutely crazy with desire at this point, leaned back
on the seat and pulling on her own nipples till they
looked as though they were going to stretch like rubber
bands as he continued to pound away at her hot pussy.
I couldn't hear anything, but I could tell she was
crying out. Her legs began to spasm and wrap around him
as his pounding grew more fevered. Suddenly, they were
both coming. Even with my window and theirs closed, the
sounds came through. They were bucking and shuddering
in a tremendous climax.
Un-fucking believable! This was not the woman I am
married to, at least not the one who had shared my bed
for almost five years. This was some kind of sex
machine that was going crazy with desire. I had also
come; it was all over the wall below the window, on the
drapes, and on the carpet. I had to sit down, and
collapsed into the chair beside the window.
About that time I heard the car door close. Shortly
thereafter, I heard her key in the lock. The
refrigerator door opened, then closed a few moments
later. I heard her steps on the stair and then she was
at the door. The knob began to turn and the door
opened. She had a glass of wine in one hand and her
shoes in the other.
She looked at our empty bed, at the window, then over
to me sitting in the chair beside the window. She was
flushed, I could see that even in this light, and with
little beads of sweat on her lip and along her
hairline. Her blonde hair was mussed and damp with
sweat. Her blouse was only partially buttoned and her
skirt had a damp spot on it. I knew she didn't have any
panties on; they were still in the back floorboard of
the Escalade.
We just looked at each other.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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