| Unseen Eyes (mild verbal Mdom, voyeur, MF)
I had been out of town on business during the week, and,
returning, home, I had one goal: relieve the urgency in my
balls. All week I had been reading "Penthouse Letters" stories,
but I had not allowed myself to cum. My wife, Hayley, likes to either
see a large load shoot, or feel it within her, so I wanted to save up
for my return. As I was driving home, I was trying to decide how
I wanted the evening to progress. My hadn't indicated she
was particularly amorous during our evening phone calls. Her
comments basically included kid facts and home repair needs. A
toilet had a slow leak, and the doorbell had jammed. Since the
subject of sex had not come up, I didn't expect her to be
aggressive, or even suggestive. It would be up to me, likely.
The return home involved the usual hugs and "I missed you."
After eating dinner, spending some time with the kids, and
tucking them in bed, I was left with little time to get my plan
together. I made a quick trip to our "toy" supply, and went
downstairs with it, planning on fun in our den floor. It
wouldn't be the most comfortable, but I wasn't in the mood for
the "in the bed" routine. Going upstairs, I found that my
was showering, and after a quick talk through the door, figured
that she would be a while.
Given this apparent extra time, I found our homemade porno movie,
which was now a "best of" camcorder moments taken over the last
couple of years. We had just purchased a new VCR that would
hold a single image frame, that we had placed in our upstairs
bedroom. I fast-forwarded to the end of the tape, to our last
session, where I freeze-framed a shot of my shooting onto my
wife's face. It had been the only time she had allowed me to do
that, and I was certainly hoping she would again someday. The
was stunning, and I had watched it often. I turned off the lights in
the room, so that her eyes would be drawn to the when she
exited the bathroom. I found a post-it note, and placed it on
the screen. It said simply, "come downstairs, naked."
She was still in the shower and everything was ready, so I went
Downstairs to check my e-mail, since I had been out of town for the
week. After connecting and reading most of the messages, I became aware
that Hayley had approached behind me.
As I turned, she was standing near the doorway. She was naked,
just as I had hoped. My stood before me, her skin flushed
pink by the hot water in the shower. My was 35, with brown
hair just past shoulder-length, blue eyes, and she stood about 5'5".
She was an attractive woman, and was blessed with skin that gave
her a natural beauty. And after a shower, with wet hair, she
always looked especially fresh and desirable. People that we had
just met would often comment that they had met her before, or
knew someone who looked just like her.
My had retained much of her girlish figure. She was
fortunate to have hips and thighs that didn't easily gain weight.
Her midriff had the normal female curves, pronounced by
childbirth, and her breasts, always the magnet to my eyes and
hands, looked perfect. Her were 38C's, and although she
was self-conscious that her no longer stood firm from her
chest as they had when she was a teenager, the natural sagging
that had lowered their placement made her all the more real to
me. She wasn't an "untouchable" pin-up girl, complete with
surgical enhancements. She was, instead, the embodiment of a
real world woman, with a natural sexiness, who had a face and
figure of which most would be jealous. And most women, too.
As I stared at her, her nipples stood to points, and her dark
brown areola contrasted with the never tanned whiteness of her
breasts. Looking down, I could see just a few beads of water
that remained in her hairs. Her hair wasn't particularly
thick, and she had trimmed it to a tidy triangular shape. I
could just make out the cleft in her between her legs,
especially as she stood with her legs slightly spread. I looked
down to her slim thighs and her defined calves. I liked the
shape of her legs, and thought briefly that I should spend more
time caressing and kissing them.
Hayley had remained silent as I looked her over, a smirk on her
face. Whether this was because of my gradual once-over or the
picture on the upstairs, I didn't know. I placed my fingers
over my lips, so that she would know I didn't want her to speak.
She still looked at me with that smirk, which, if anything, meant
she knew games were afoot. Whether she was just putting up with
them or ready to go with it I didn't yet know.
"Reach back with both of your hands, and pull your hair up over
your head." She did this, and I was happy that she obeyed,
understanding that I was "in control." This particular move also
had the effect of raising her ribcage, thus lifting and
projecting her breasts. As she stood there, I casually reached
to the computer desk and retrieved my Polaroid camera. We had
taken only a few "intimate" pictures over the years, some of
which I still had. For whatever reason, the didn't take
pictures as well any longer, so I had bought a new one while
out-of-town. She didn't know this, and probably expected the
pictures to be washed out as with other recent tries.
I told her, "Strike a pose," and snapped a picture, then another.
"Very good! Now come closer." She did this, and I placed a
blindfold on her. She accepted it easily, as we had played these
games before. Although the computer room would have been
adequate, I had the rest of my toys in the den. So I turned her
around, and led her there.
My had finally somewhat gotten used to being videotaped.
Whether she knew I had it on, I didn't know, or care. It was to
be my night. As I turned the camcorder on, she didn't give any
appearance that she heard its mechanisms start. I had left three
lamps on in the den to provide adequate lighting. She knew that
the bay window to our front yard did not have curtains or blinds,
but it was summer, and the leaves were full, blocking the view to
the street. It also helped that we were in a cul-de-sac. The
lights added a certain amount of risk, but were necessary to film
her. She had played our "porno" in the den before, without
concern from walkers-by, so...
First, I wanted her to understand that this wasn't going to be a
night for making "love." I wanted hard-core sex. And first, I
wanted a show. I told her to cup a with one hand. She
did. I told her to pinch her nipple with her other hand. She
did this half-heartedly. It was too early for nipple stimulation
to turn her on yet, but this was for me, not her. "Pull on your
nipple, between the tips of two fingers." As she did, I watched
as the skin of her upper pulled taut, her 1/4" nipples
stretching to almost an inch. I moved closer to her, and began
nibbling on one tit as she continued to play with the other.
It was a minor miracle, actually, that about 4 years ago, Hayley
had rather suddenly begun to enjoy my playing with her nipples,
or on them gently as she hovered them above my mouth.
This had more recently changed so that as she approached climax,
she enjoyed having them pinched or rolled between my fingers
rather savagely. This had the unfortunate complication of
bringing me to climax too soon, but it was worth it.
As she wasn't yet getting into the mood, I knew a little talking
would get her juices going, "I've been fantasizing this week
about your breasts. About snuggling my head between them when we
go to bed, about holding them while standing behind you, feeling
the warm softness of the flesh underneath. And then I think
about stretching your areola tight with my fingers while
flicking my tongue back and forth against just the tips of your
nipples. And of course, I think about how they swing so hard
when I fuck you doggy-style. And then I while remembering
fucking you on the back porch, naked and leaning against the
rails, while I pinch your nipples against the hand rail boards."
She began to respond to this with deep breaths, and I noticed
that the smirk was gone from her face. I had her lay on the
floor. I had thought about tying her arms and legs, but decided
I wanted her to be able to move around some, at least for now. I
held her hands to the floor, and began to tease her by kissing
her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. Her neck was the key to
getting her juices flowing. I quickly stripped off my clothes,
and before she had a chance to wonder what might come next, I
placed my cock against her lips.
She didn't much care for the taste of cum, but she recently began
to give better efforts at my cock. And, although she
didn't suck as well as porno stars seemed to, the main turn-on
was to watch my cock slip in and out between her lips. I was
happy with a that would make the effort, knowing she looked
like a porno slut while doing it. As I removed my cock, I wiped
the pre-cum against her cheek, leaving the wet trace glistening
in the light. I got up to change the aim and focus of the
camera, then continued my instructions.
"Pull your legs up. Good. Now spread them. Wider." As she did
so, I could see the wet folds between her legs clearly in the
light. She didn't care much for oral sex on her, so I wouldn't
bother with the effort. Again, I wanted a show. "Now, gather
both of your between your arms, and reach down with your
hands to your pussy." I knew she hated the word, "pussy," but
the word conjured the feeling within me of raw sex, more so than
"cunt." "I want you to pull your lips apart for me, using
both hands." Maybe she was thinking this was obscene, but she
did it. An advantage to being 15 years is that there's
little left to be shy about. My cock was fully hard at the
sight, fighting the desire to just plunge into her.
I instructed her to play with herself, with one, two, and then
three fingers. I stroked myself as I watched her fingers
penetrate her pussy, then massage her outer lips. I let her do
this in her slow rhythm for several minutes, before handing her a
vibrator. This provided a better view because her hand were out
of the way. I could watch her lips expand, as they tightly
encircled the vibrator that she was sliding in and out.
I checked the camera, and zoomed out somewhat so that I could
capture the scene as I wanted it. I turned my roughly
sideways on the floor, so the could capture her from the
side, rather than squarely between her legs as it had been
before. I zoomed in so that the view included her hand
and vibrator up to her head. I was somewhat surprised when I
heard a small bump outside. I turned, and saw that a car was
turning around in the cul-de-sac, as its headlights briefly
shown through the window. It didn't stop, so I figured we were
safe. Sometimes there's a risk of being an exhibitionist in
your own house.
I stood above my wife, verbally encouraging her to keep playing
with the vibrator, saying things like, 'that's it, push it in
deep." Actually, I was watching her face, blindfolded as it was,
seeing the pleasure in it as she continued to play with the
vibrator. I instructed her to play with one of her nipples with
her free hand.
I thought back to the that I had left on upstairs, with me
kneeling over her head, the shooting towards her face. I
had planned to fuck her, but decided instead that I wanted to come
on her face without her expecting it, a change from the last time.
As I was picking up the pace, I could feel the get ready to
burst from my cock. Before I had time to lower myself closer to
her head, my surged out, raining white globs down on her. Some
of it landed on her lips and chin, and most landed on her
and neck. I hadn't planned it that way, but standing above her
and cumming on her like that reminded me of a fantasy she had s
hared, usually involving her as a wanton, slut, encircled
by a group of who all shot their over her naked body, while
she yelled encouragement and rubbed their into her skin.
It was clear that she hadn't expected this, but she didn't say
anything. She moved her hand to move the away from her lips,
and she began to take deeper breaths, playing with herself harder
and faster, forcing herself to finish. I was briefly distracted
by another bump outside the window. It was difficult to see out
with the lights on inside the room, but I was pretty sure I had seen
our jump down from the porch railing, probably wanting inside.
We really needed curtains for that window.
I lowered myself to the floor, and began kissing Hayley hard on
her neck. I loved doing this because she would almost always
give small, involuntary shudders. I rubbed and pulled on one of
her nipples, and she quickly finished. Well I thought she had.
She hadn't finished, but she wanted to. She ripped the blindfold
from her face and quickly got on all fours. Hearing a raspy
"fuck me, Steven!", I moved behind her to feel her fingers guide my
recovered cock into her heated cunt. As I began stroking, I was
excited that this was being captured on video. I loved watching
her swing and bounce as I thrust within her, and I would
watch this many times. It wasn't long before I emptied
what was left in my balls into my wife's hot and juicy pussy,
as the rhythmic squeals of her pleasure gave way to the ebbing
contractions of her muscles around my cock.
As she rolled over, I admired the spots that remained on her
breasts, and noticed the redness of her neck. The smell of
on her body was hard to miss, and she grabbed a towel to wipe it
from her face and neck. We cuddled for a while, until enough of
the passion departed that we both realized how nice it would be
to wash ourselves off. We both stood, and as she moved towards
the stairs, I admired the slick reflection of our juices that
coated her inner thighs. I quickly gathered the camera, turned
off the lights and the computer, checked the door locks, and
headed upstairs for a shower with my best friend and lover.
In the way of an epilogue, the following night we played cards
with some neighbors, who were close friends. The husband had a
habit of giving my a hug when he arrived, and she had
commented recently that she now believed he did this just to feel
across her back and determine if she were wearing a bra, which
she frequently did not. This night my wife, who was not wearing
a bra under her t-shirt, commented that he had hugged her
particularly close. I mostly thought this was kind of fun, in
that another was interested in my wife. This was not too big
a surprise, as his own had filled out to the fatter side of
plump. It was also nice that I could be completely confident
that my didn't have any desires for extra-marital affairs,
but was satisfied far beyond being content with our marriage.
As we were playing the first round of cards, his asked what
we had done the night before, as she had called several times and
the phone was busy. Before I could make up an answer, she added that
she had even sent her husband down to see if we were available to
play cards. I remembered that I had left the internet connection
on when my had come down the steps, and I hadn't yet fixed the
doorbell. I wondered if he had bothered to look through the window,
as the lights had been on. He obviously hadn't knocked.
As my and I both looked up at him, he returned her gaze with a
spreading grin, as his explained that no one had answered the
door for him. I offered a weak excuse about the internet, the doorbell,
and that we were probably tucking in the kids and didn't hear him at
the door. And we certainly didn't hear him at the door because he
It was one of those cases where what was done, was done. My
had flushed at the table, and my cock remained rock hard the
remainder of the evening with the recurring thought of what this
man had non-verbally confirmed that he had seen...
My flushed again later that evening as we fucked
watching the video, searching the screen for any evidence of our
neighbor who might be seen through the bay window, which was
somewhat fuzzy beyond the focused image of my naked wife,
masturbating herself, my cock, being cummed on, and being
fucked like the wild hot ride that thrills my every fantasy and
Comments and suggestions desired!
E-mail to: OneIdleHand@hotmail.com
See my other at www.asstr.org/~IdleHand/
(c) Copyright 1999
This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights
reserved. -- This work may be archived and displayed on
non-commercial web sites without permission, but please
do not remove the author name or e-mail address.