Message-ID: <12082eli$9806121118@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12082.txt> From: tonytony3@juno.com (anthony anthony) Subject: tonytony3s Life on Long Island 1/3 (mmf voyeur) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980611.113420.2391.0.tonytony3@juno.com> tonytony3’s Life on Long Island 1/3 (mmf voyeur) Written by Stephen J and tonytony, posted by tonytony3@juno.com. who is willing to absorb the scam mail, and who will forward any responses to Stephen. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Like too many men who have been married for a while, I began to wonder what it would be like to see my wife seduce another man. We had each been married before, and had actively dated and enjoyed dating experiences before we found each other. “Experienced” is a word that comes to mind. So, there was some reality to my day dreaming. We had told each other about enough of our life “before us” so that these mind wonderings had some basis in flesh and blood, or penis and vagina. Like a few of the men who thought about such things, I confessed my fantasy to my wife. Talking about it sometimes became part of our love making. She had long ago stopped talking about other men she dated and slept with. This new idea, in her mind, had nothing to do with the past. She’d play along with me, asking exactly what I’d want to see, and what would be too much. She liked to talk about these limits when we were close to orgasm, and she knew, if she’d ask me if it was all right for her to do “this”, while she masturbated my cock while I was in her, or mounted me rather than the other way around, that she’d get me, and herself, explosively to orgasms quickly. At the end of each session, though, she’d say “Well, maybe someday.” Last month we decided to do some remodeling, removing a wall between a TV room/den, and living room, creating a great room, instead. I interviewed a couple of contractors, and settled on a young guy just starting in his business. The work would only take him a few days, and the price was great. You can probably guess where this is going, but you have to make allowances, it was new to us. He did well. Two days after he started I was looking over the work - it was within hours of being done. Marsha, my wife, was working from our home so she could monitor the activity in real time, and announced herself satisfied, too.. In bed that night she was a little more passionate than usual, and we were well along in our lovemaking, when she slowed down a little. “You haven’t been telling me what you’d like to watch me do. . .” She was right, I had been making love, not having sex, with her. But I changed modes, told her how I’d like to see her, as she was now, legs spread, while someone who would really appreciate having sex with her, like me, would move between those legs, and . . . I demonstrated. ”You’d rather watch me have sex with someone else than have sex with me?” she asked, and I told her that if she thought she’d be able to have sex with someone while I watched, and not have me fuck her silly later she was crazy. The predictable happened - we both erupted. A few minutes later, Marsha, snuggling next to me, muttered something. “What did you say, honey?” “Do you remember what I’d say about now, after we did that?” “We would usually say ‘I love you” and cuddle and go to sleep.” “Well, sometimes, when you’d talk about watching me, I’d say “Maybe someday’’’. “I DO remember that.” “Do you still think about watching me?” “Yes.” “Me, too. I’ve been thinking about you watching. I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last couple of days. Would you like ‘someday’ to be sometime soon, like tomorrow?” “What are you talking about?” “Well, Jim (he’s the contractor) kind of made a pass at me today, and he’s handsome, and nice, and young, and tomorrow’s his last day here, and if you’d like something to happen. . .” “What kind of a pass did he make?” “He just said he thought I was really pretty for an older woman - ” “Older! You’re just 35!!!” “- And he wished this job was a lot longer because he liked looking at me. “I like looking at him, too. He works in his shorts, the sweat makes him look really sexy, and then he goes to the guest bathroom, and gets washed up and all, and I’ve been thinking about that young body in there, and what I’d like to do with it while you watched, and I wondered what it would be like going in when he was there, and seducing him. . .” My cock was responding so fast it was scary - I had her on her back, and was in her again even before I could respond in words as images - forbidden images - raced through my mind. “I wonder too,” I said, as I was pounding into her, and as she was responding, until we both climaxed, again. Afterwards, she said “I thought if you liked the idea we could drop your car off at the garage for that brake job first thing in the morning. Your car would be gone so it would look like you were at work. We could come back here, and Jim would come and finish his work, and then I’d bring him in here. You could stay in the cubby, and watch through the louvers, and I’d try to seduce him. I’d like to try, and if you’d like to watch, well . .” Oh, I have to tell you about the cubby. Our house’s master bed room started off with his and her closets. We turned one of them, a 6 by 8 foot room, into a small office/computer room. It’s our ‘cubby’. The louvered doors helps the ventilation. .We hadn’t made love or had sex three times in a single night for a long, long, time, but we did then. We slept, awoke early. Her first words after a good morning kiss were “Steve, are you going to go to the office today?” I had nothing pressing at work today, but that wouldn’t have mattered, anyway. I said “No”, and fucked her. “I do want to do this with Jim while you watch. What do you think of that? Would you like it?” she asked, knowing the answer. “You know it!” I usually don’t ejaculate prematurely, but did, then. We dressed, changing the bedding into the cream colored satin sheets we used on special occasions. “It’s strange, getting ready to watch someone have sex with you. . .” “I never thought it would happen, either, but this guy’s really nice. . .” We dashed out, I dropped off my car for the needed service, and sped home. We weren’t in the house for more than five minutes before the unsuspecting but perhaps hopeful Jim arrived. I got some stuff ready in the cubby, then watched from the bedroom window as this tee shirt and shorts clad young man took some tools from his truck and made his way up to the front door. Marsha went to the door, let him in. In moments I heard hammering, and Marsha came to the bed room. “Are you still OK with this?” “You bet” I whispered back. She smiled at me, her fledging voyeur, sitting on a chair, reading a.s.s.m. stories, the only light coming from the computer screen. She took out a fairly modest , but bright red, silky negligee ensemble and matching robe from the closet. I watched through the louvers as she carefully draped the ensemble it on the bedroom chair. She left the room after whispering “Advertising”, and that she had to do a few things, and that I had to be patient. In a half hour I heard noises. Marsha came into the bedroom, whispered “the spider’s wiggling the web,” then shouted “The guest bathroom isn’t working, you have to use mine.” I saw Jim come in, bare chested, sweaty. She pointed to the bathroom door, and left. He went into the bath room. He came out in a minute, zipping himself up, and glanced around the room. He touched the red garment she had placed on the chair, and closed his eyes, his hand adjusting himself in the shorts, grabbing at his crotch. This is the man who my wife chose to turn “maybe someday” into “today”. In a minute he left the room. Two minutes later Marsha came to the cubby door. “Doesn’t he look sexy?” she asked the door, and it responded “Yes!”. “It’s going to be fun seducing him.” The voice in the dark cubby could hardly speak it was so horny, but eventually I could squawk a “yeah” from behind parched lips. Now she turned down the bed, folding the cover on a long diagonal, making it look inviting, exposing the sheets. More advertising. Later I heard Marsha say “The bathroom’s in the same place”. I went to watch through the louvers as Jim came to the bedroom again, sweatier still. He paused, obviously noticed the bed, and touched the negligee, and went to the bathroom, leaving the door open. This time Marsha came into the bedroom too, and was standing there as we heard him urinate, heard him wash his hands, and saw him come out, drying them on a towel he had in his back pocket. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here” he stuttered, when he saw her. “No problem, it’s just a bedroom” she said, walking over to the chair, picking up the nightgown. “It’s a nice room” he said, watching her, as she held the flowing material in her hands. “I like it too” she said, looking at him, looking at her, as she held the garment he’d want her to have on so he could take it off of her body. I think he had an erection his shorts couldn’t quite hide. He left, and Marsha came to talk to me. “It’s going to happen pretty soon.” “Good.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ find part 2/3 _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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