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Archive name: Peephole.txt (mf, ff, voy)
Authors name: Kristen
Story Title : The Peephole
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The Peephole (mf, ff, voy)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
May 1998
This story is a little embarrassing to relate because
some of the things that Carmen and I did could be
considered perverted. I don't embarrass easily and I
like most things related to sex, but even I blush a
little when I think about what I did to my boyfriend
without his consent. It all started about three months
ago when Carmen and Peter Mallory moved into the
apartment next to mine.
Although I have a great boyfriend, I like the freedom
of living alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about 30
minutes away, but stays over two or three nights
during the week, and almost always on Friday, Saturday
and Saturday nights. It was one of those lazy Saturdays
in central Oregon; overcast and rainy. Jeff and I
stayed in bed late making love in a slow and feel-good
way until late morning. When we finally did get up, we
lazed around the place and ate breakfast on my covered
balcony. As we were finishing up, a big van pulled into
our long driveway.
My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been
converted into six units. I knew that the apartment
behind mine was empty and that there were new tenants
moving into it soon, but I didn't know anything about
them. So, being the snoop that I am, I made Jeff stay
out on the balcony with me while we waited for a
glimpse of them. I think we were both interested in
what they would be like, but all we could see at first
was the top of the big 24-foot van. Then the couple
got out of the truck and pulled the rear roll-up door
open.
My first impression of them was surprise. The woman was
wearing short cutoffs. I mean, "short" cutoffs. She had
to have cut the pockets out of them, because you would
have been able to see the white material hanging out if
there had been any. I thought that that was kind of
slutty, and it interested me. I looked over at Jeff and
could see she had his interest. Looking back, I had my
first sight of the husband. He was interesting too; one
of those hard-bodied guys with smooth hairless skin and
a light tan that looked like it covered his whole body,
if you know what I mean.
They looked like they were in their mid-thirties, and
obviously athletic. I began to hope that I might have
a couple of new partners to run with me; they both
looked like they were runners. I love to run for about
10 miles at dusk every evening, but Jeff keeps giving
me the riot act about "women running alone on a
deserted road at night". It would be great if I could
get my new neighbors to go with me, I thought. It's
more fun to run with someone, and even though they were
probably 15 years older than me, I didn't think either
one of them have any trouble keeping up.
With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested
that we get dressed and help our new neighbors move in.
We threw on our Levi's and just by coincidence, we each
grabbed one of Jeff's company's black T-shirts that
says "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer" and went
down to introduce ourselves.
We noisily made our way down the spiral stairs two
steps at a time, which is the way we normally descend
from my crows-nest apartment. As we hit the bottom of
the staircase we almost fell into the lady as she was
coming though the door. She looked surprised at first,
but after introductions and an offer to help, she
quickly recovered pulling us by the arm outside to meet
her husband.
"Peter! Look what we have here! Free labor, and they
dress alike too!"
We got to know each other pretty well right from the
beginning. Both Carmen and Peter are runners, just as
I'd thought they might be, and I quickly found myself
with companions on my evening jogs. Carmen and I ran
every evening, and Peter joined us when he was home.
He works in the forestry industry as an inspector and
has to spend at least one night a week out on the road,
sometimes two or three nights depending on the time of
the year.
Carmen and I quickly became close friends. The age
difference made no difference to either of us. She
confided in me as if I was her sister, and I found
myself doing the same. She wasn't shy about life
issues either.
They had moved into the apartment just behind mine. The
lady who had lived there prior to them had been as
quiet as a church-mouse. But once Carmen and Peter
moved in I realized that you could hear every sound
they made. Our bedrooms butted up against each other's.
(That lady who used to live next to me must have had
some interesting nights listening to Jeff and me going
at it. When I realize what she must have heard coming
from my bedroom, I can't help but blush).
Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested
in my job. Doing research for a marketing company on
the Internet is unusual for a full time job I know, but
I didn't understand why Carmen was so interested in the
details. Then one evening when we'd just finished our
run, she finally came to the point.
She said, "I hope this doesn't shock you Kristen, but
Peter and I were members of a swingers club based in
Portland."
We were doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises
outside in the yard when she told me that, and I have
to admit she had piqued my interest. I had never met
anyone that was into that sort of thing before. Carmen
didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged ahead
with a nervous quiver in her voice.
"You see, the reason we moved into the hinterlands of
Oregon is because Peter was becoming jealous of the
relationships I was having with other men. He was doing
it with other women, but just couldn't take it when I
did the same thing."
There I was - standing is a half crouch in mid-stretch
- staring at this attractive woman, and fantasizing
about her having sex with half the male population of
Portland. I couldn't believe it. My mouth may have been
open, I can't remember. But true to form, Carmen didn't
let the silence draw out and quickly came to the point.
"The reason I'm telling you my little secret Kristen,
is that you said you did Internet work, and well, I
don't have a computer, and was wondering if I could use
yours to do a little e-mail with old flames, and maybe
download a few pictures."
That I understood. When I first started on the Inter-
net, it hadn't taken long before I was trading smut
with other smut worshipers. Even though I got over the
picture phase, I still dabble in erotic texts, and a
newsgroup or two.
"Sure Carmen, any time you want to, my schedule is
super flexible and you can use my computer whenever
the urge strikes," I smiled knowingly.
She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained,
"It's just that after all the sexual activity I'm used
to, I need something extra to keep the intensity up.
Peter is a great lover, but I find that I still need a
little external stimulation to keep the spice in our
sex."
"No problem here, I do a little erotic story writing
myself, Jeff and I read sexy stories to each other from
time-to-time, and I know exactly what you mean." I felt
that I did know what she meant, but as time would show,
I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.
She took me up on my offer immediately; dragging me up
to my bedroom office and making me log on. Once I log-
ged on to the Internet for her, I told her to be sure
to shut everything down and that I'd be in the kitchen
cleaning up if she needed anything.
She surprised me again by begging me to stay and meet
her on-line friends. "I don't want to get into trouble
with Peter, and I figure if you're here with me, it's
more like us girls messing around than me surfing the
swingers network," she pleaded.
I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen continued to
plead with me to stay. Since I was curious anyway, I
let her talk me into staying.
In short order, Carmen was book-marking sites I'd never
heard of before; Real-time chat-rooms, and newsgroups.
She seemed to be well-known in the chat rooms, and had
her own Hotmail account called Carmensex@hotmail.com.
I was amazed at the amount of people she contacted in
such a short time! And the things she said really
opened my eyes! I guess Carmen wasn't exaggerating when
she told me that she and Peter had been swingers. She
went into one chat room, and at least four guys told
her how much they missed her, and praised her
attributes to the skies.
Well, after two hours of this I was shimmering. I'd
never known anyone in real life who had had sex with
so many people. I couldn't help it, I wondered how she
stayed looking so good, when she must have abused her
body with that kind of life style. Later that evening,
I barraged Carmen with lots of questions about the
swinging sub-culture. She seemed to enjoy answering
even the most intimate questions, apparently both of
them kept exact figures on how many people they'd had
sex with. Still, Carmen shocked me when she told me
that she had been with 312 partners over the past five
years, and not all of them had been men.
Our relationship changed after that night. We shared
our secret life - keeping what we were doing from both
Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell Jeff because he and
Peter were becoming buddies, and I knew that Jeff would
let something slip. and I didn't want to get Carmen in
trouble with her husband.
Things went on about the same for a month or so. Carmen
would come over to my place in the evening when Jeff
wasn't there, and we'd submerge ourselves in this per-
verted world of swinging, cheating, sexual contact with
other people who were actually doing it. Then about two
weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of
Internet surfing and chat; as Carmen was logging off
she turned to me and put her hand on my leg and looked
into my eyes searchingly.
I almost jumped out of the chair. I'd just changed into
my running gear, and had my running shorts and tank top
on. Her hand on my exposed thigh really made me feel
funny. I'd been turned-on all night because Carmen had
been having some really imaginative cyber-sex with
"Prince" one of her favorites, so my nerves were
already on end. I needed to run to wear off some of
the sexual tension that had been building up in me.
Gently massaging my thigh, Carmen said, "I'd love to
see you and Jeff make love to each other."
You could have literally heard a pin drop in the room
as I sat there looking back at her pretty smiling eyes.
I was instantly aroused with fear. Up to that point, my
sexual excitement had been unfocused. I had been a
spectator. But now with this pretty "experienced older
woman" rubbing my leg, and staring into my eyes, I knew
that something exciting was about to happen, and I was
finding it difficult to breathe.
All I could think of to say was, "Jeff wouldn't go for
that, and what about Peter?"
"They don't have to know about it. I'm thinking about
a little shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me
as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch
if you want to."
I was still stunned, "How... I don't know Carmen,
that's maybe a little over the top, don't you think?
I mean if we go down that road, mightn't we mess up a
good friendship?"
Carmen looked worried, and quickly said, "Kristen, I
would never jeopardize our friendship, honest. I've
just been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months
now, and after being with you so many evenings cruis0
ing the swingers pages, and, well. . . listening to
you guys through the wall, you know, well I just
thought that maybe we knew each other well enough for
me to suggest something that I know would be fun is
all."
The idea was gaining appeal to me. If we could arrange
to do this without being caught, it sounded like a
maximum rush the more I thought about it. I wasn't
ashamed about sex with Jeff, and the thought of this
good looking woman watching me enjoy my boyfriend was
turning me on like a jolt of electricity, after all,
it was just watching.
I smiled at Carmen and asked, "So if we did this crazy
thing, how could we watch each other without the guys
catching us?"
"Simple sweetheart; a peephole," she said.
"Huh? I thought you were talking about hiding in the
wardrobe or something." I was confused now.
"A strategically placed peephole in our adjoining bed-
room wall. That way neither one of us will know when
someone else is watching or not. It will heighten the
sex act with our men every time." She was smiling
radiantly at me now.
I was so wet by this time, I agreed with Carmen just
so she would go home because I needed to relieve my
sexual tension, and I wasn't ready for anyone to watch
me do it. But she knew what I was trying to do, and
she smiled and took my hand and pulled me gently over
to my bed.
I knew what was happening, I just didn't know how to
react. I wanted Carmen to leave, but I was so excited
about the unknown. What was she going to do? I could
actually feel my heart pounding in my throat, it was
almost painful.
As I sat on the bed, Carmen knelt down in front of me
and almost in a whisper said, "You'll like this! trust
me, Kristen."
I looked down at my lap and noticed that the front of
my shorts had a small wet spot on them. I couldn't
believe how hot I was; nothing like that had ever
happened to me before! Numbly, I watched as Carmen
pulled the snap apart on the waistband of my clinging
shorts. I continued to sit there as she pulled the
zipper down.
As she began to pull at the waistband trying to remove
my shorts, I realized that I didn't have any underwear
on. I had a momentary flash of embarrassment at the
thought of what Carmen would think when she saw I
wasn't wearing any. Then the foolishness of that
thought hit me full force! Here I was, being undressed
by another woman, and I was worried that she would
think I was a slut or something! I started to giggle
a little hysterically at the incongruity of the
situation.
Within seconds of that thought, Carmen had pulled my
shorts off with a little help from me, leaving me naked
from the waist down, still giggling, or maybe a better
word would be sobbing.
I was so frightened that I didn't know if I was coming
or going. Carmen gently pushed me backwards onto the
bed, and placed my right hand between my legs. She
whispered in my ear, "Honey, I want to see you come!
Bring yourself off for Carmen. Please come for me
baby!"
Carmen took my hand in hers and began to rub it up and
down over my pussy. I knew what was happening but all
of a sudden I didn't care! The feelings that were rush-
ing through my body were absolutely wonderful! I began
to masturbate myself in front of my pretty girl-friend,
and it was good!
She lay beside me with her lovely face only inches
away from my very lubricated sex. I willingly kept up
rhythm, pushing the palm of my hand over my now swollen
clitoris, feeling a gigantic orgasm begin to rise
within my body. I heard Carmen moan softly, and I could
feel her chin against my hip bone. I began to thrust my
fingers as deeply inside myself as I could force them;
I was on fire.
"GOD, OH Goooooooodd!!"
The air rushed out of my lungs as I exploded, shivering
and shaking in physical delight. In a detached way, I
imagined that I was Carmen watching me come in front of
her. I knew that my body was thrashing around under my
handwork, and now her hand was there too.
As I came in long sobbing shivers, I felt both of
Carmen's hands roaming over my open thighs and between
my legs. I felt her lips kissing my inner thigh. The
fabulous sensations seemed to go on longer than any
orgasm I'd ever had before. As I felt a slowing of the
spasms, and was about to relax, Carmen moved between my
legs, forcing them wider and began to run her tongue
over and around my hard, throbbing clitoris.
I couldn't take it... It was too intense, I started to
scream, "NO, Carmen, NO, STOP, PLEASE STOP YOU'RE
KILLING ME. . . GOD, YES!"
I had lost control. That had never happened to me be-
fore. Even in my most pleasurable orgasms, I'd always
had some vestige of control. This time, Carmen had
played me like a musical instrument, and my body was
so sexually overloaded, I was close to blacking out.
Finally, either Carmen thought I'd had enough, or she
was afraid that someone might investigate because of
the noise I was making, and she pulled her mouth away
from my crotch. (I can still remember how I felt at
that moment. I was crying, my cheeks were wet with
tears, and I couldn't stop sobbing.)
Carmen lay next to me on the bed and hugged me saying,
"See how good it can be when someone is watching you?"
She was giving me that brilliant smile of hers, and
slowly my sobs turned into giggles again, as we cuddled
together on the bed.
I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell
asleep and didn't wake until eight o'clock the next
morning. I was naked in my bed, with the covers pulled
up to my chin. I had never felt better in my life.
-=*=-
After that night things changed in my life. I had never
seriously considered sex with another woman before. I
had never even thought about gay sex before, I like the
big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has to offer too much
to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the
encounter with Carmen was something I'd never forget.
About noon, Carmen knocked on my door. "Hey honey,
how're we feeling? You were really hot last night!"
She smiled, with eyes sparkling, "I stopped by to drill
a hole today; that okay with you?"
"Yes, I guess so. I'm not sure that after last night
I'm up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've
never been before."
Carmen said, "That's okay with me honey, you can watch
tonight, I'll be the one doing the entertaining!"
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to really
watch another couple making love. When I thought about
what Carmen had said, I began to feel instant sexual
excitement again. I was surprised; only a moment ago
I would have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.
Carmen drilled a one inch hole in the wall above my
bed, and when I mentioned that a hole that large would
be pretty obvious, she smiled and reached into the bag
she'd brought with her and pulled out a little wall
mirror. It wasn't more than 10 inches across, but it
had an interesting frame and looked nice hanging on
the wall. We had to rearrange the furniture so that my
bed would be on the far wall to offer a good view from
the peephole.
When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen sug-
gested that I check out the peephole for height and
field of vision. I pulled out my little two-step
stepladder and climbed to eye level with the mirror.
Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I
looked though the hole. I realized that the mirror on
her side was still in place, but that I could see the
whole room without obstruction.
"They're two-way mirrors aren't they?" I asked, knowing
full well that that was exactly what they were.
"Yup, they are. So can you see all right?" Carmen
asked.
"Yes, perfectly. I still can't believe we're doing
something this perverted! If my mother knew about this,
I don't know what she'd do! And Jeff, well I just have
no idea what he'd say." I was blushing at the thought
of Jeff finding out about our little setup.
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