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From: Sevenmoons@bounce.com (Trevan Locke)
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Subject: Listening in (wife, aural voyeurism, infidelity, sloppy seconds)
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 21:58:06 GMT
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HEY YOU! KID! GET OUTTA HERE! The following post contains material of
an adult nature. Anyone else who's interested in the joys of listening
to the sounds of your wife having sex with other people, scroll down
now... 

Feel free to respond by posting to the group with comments.












LISTENING IN (c. 1997 Trevan Locke)

Our house was built in the 1920s and has hardwood floors throughout.
There is a wonderfully efficient central heating system that vents
into every room through a series of wide, finely crafted metal grates.


We have a lovely, well appointed guest room adjoining our bedroom. One
heating vent serves both rooms and sound travels freely between them
via the grate. Consequently, the guest room was to be the staging area
of an exquisite sexual adventure for my wife Karen and I.

Ten years ago, a friend of mine was visiting from out of town and was
staying with us. His wife remained at home, 3000 miles away.
One evening we all went out to dinner. Karen was dressed in a clingy
green silk blouse and snug fitting cream colored linen pants. She wore
a scalloped cream lace bra the lacy edges of which just peeked out
from her blouse when she bent forward. 

All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely
charmed by her looks, her wit and the effortless manner in which she
dropped tantalizing tidbits of innuendo into the most banal
conversation. However, he seemed particularly fond of Karen's physical
reaction to his jokes. You see, when Karen goes into giggling fits,
her breasts jiggle in a very gentle but attractive fashion. And on
this night, something was keeping her nipples sensitized for they were
constantly poking out into the silk of her blouse suggesting arousal. 
And my friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top
and at her ass. Everytime I saw him doing so it sent a little twinge
of electricity to my groin.
  
I had an idea. On that night, after dinner and when my friend had gone
to his room for the night, I would propose that Karen be his bed
partner while I listened in from the bedroom. When we lived in our old
apartment we could always rely on the sounds of others lovemaking to
penetrate the walls and send us into a state of arousal. Since we
moved into our house, however, the only way the sounds of lovemaking
would greet our ears was if it was being done under our own roof.

When my friend got up from the table to go to the bathroom, I leaned
over to Karen and said: "How would you like to put your white lace
body suit to work tonight?" She got a big smile on her face and said
"Sure! Will you wear your cock ring?" "I don't mean for me" I replied.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speachless. 
"If you find him attractive enough, let's do it and stop talking about
it all the time. Are you scared?" Before she could answer, my friend
returned. We ordered desert and Karen gathered up some nerve and
decided to spice up the conversation. "I once had a girlfriend who had
her boyfriend eat chocolate mousse from her body while she lay on the
dining table!" My friend didn't know what to say. I laughed and said
that it was unfortunate that we weren't in reciept of that kind of
fine service here. 

I decided to be more bold and rejoindered my wife's comment:"Actually,
there are some delicacies which I enjoy that must be served up fresh.
And it's an extra delight to hear the dish being prepared." 

My friend gave me a quizical look. He knew there was some sort of
innuendo inherent in the remark but could only treat it as a
non-sequitur. When Karen later got up to go to the bathroom my friend
openly watched her rear end as she moved through the restaurant.

When we arrived home at 11pm we all wished each other goodnight. My
friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some
errands around town in the morning before we all went for breakfast.
Karen said sure, she would take care of it and winked at him. We all
took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made
mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that
the old four poster brass bed and quilt was quite a nice change from
his futon back home. Karen said "It sure squeaks a lot though. But I
kind of like that." My friend shot a glance at me. "So do I" and I
winked at him. The poor guy didn't know how to react. He knew
something was up. 

I went into our bedroom and Karen followed. I decided to push her on
it. "Well?" She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. A
twinkle in her eye said yes. I went to her and held her hand. It was
cold and clammy. I whispered in her ear "Put your lace body suit on."
Without a word Karen went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her
blouse and undid her zipper in silence. Her nipples were fully erect.
She lowered her trousers, stepped out of them and let her blouse slip
off and unfastened her bra. She looked beautiful and as she began to
pull the shear white lace body suit on I got very hard.

Her nipples were poking through and she was shaking slightly. Looking
at her in the white lace was too much. I reached between her legs and
felt her heat. She would be too much for any man to resist. Her fur
and nipples were visible through the lace. "Are we really going to do
this?" I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, patting her ass,
turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push.
"I'll be listening so keep your face near the vent. Give him your
best!" 

Karen turned the door handle and went out into the hall. She crept
down the hall to the guest room door and knocked gently on the door.
She let herself in and I heard the surprise of my friend register in
his muffled voice. But Karen did not leave the room. Instead I heard
the two of them whispering back and forth. Then...silence.

I crept over to the vent and knelt down to listen. All that was
audible was the rustling of sheets, perhaps clothes. Obviously they
were doing something and I could only imagine that in short order, the
lace body suit would be peeled off as they moved closer to performing
the act. I wondered if she would have him take it off or whether she
would stand before him and slip out of it.

One thing would be certain; Karen would be getting her nipples pinched
as the rubbing against the lace made them stick out and demand
attention. I guessed that they were standing facing each other and
that the body suit was pulled down around her waist. They would
probably begin, knowing her, by pinching each other's nipples.

Soon enough, the bed squeeked as they began moving around. Karen let
out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few
minutes. She was being eaten. For the first time in my life I felt the
electric and tantalizing mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most
importantly, arousal as I heard my wife's erotic cries.

I reminded myself that I must be careful not to come too soon as it
would spoil my enjoyment of what I shamefully knew was to come, namely
her audible enjoyment of the climax the two of them were working
towards. I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection
and waited.

After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I
heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh". Karen must have just enveloped
his manhood with her lips and taken his penis into her mouth. She
began sucking him. I had seen my friend's cock in pool changing rooms.
He was uncut and quite large and while I never saw it erect, I knew by
the bulge under his foreskin that he had a large mushroom shaped head
with a well defined ridge around the perimiter. 

Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me. One day
after swimming he was bragging that women loved sucking him off
because he constantly leaked fluid from his slit once he was erect and
that they loved the constant wetness, like he was constantly
ejaculating his natural lubricant. He said that when he came his semen
spurted out in long white arcs, gushing like a fire hose and that he
created quite a mess that would either get everywhere or would have to
be vigourously gulped down by the recipient. I was wondering if Karen
was soon going to be splattered with his cream or whether she'd try to
swallow it all.  
 
Karen would soon relish its shape as it penetrated her but first she
would savour its shape with her mouth. His moans began in earnest and
I could only imagine my wife's bob of hair flipping back and forth as
she blew him as his balls prepared to unleash their cargo from the
delightful wet friction my wife's mouth. Finally he let rip with a
sharp cry and presumably was busy ejaculating into Karen's mouth.
Karen always swallows my cream so I was sure she was busy gulping down
his. She was probably going to catch some in the face. I was ready to
spill my seed on the hardwood floor but I knew I had to hold out.
There must be more to come.

I waited for nearly twenty minutes before the second helping began. A
warm wash of humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the
squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself and turn the
humiliation of my wife's infidelity into arousal. I could hear from
her gasps and the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she had been
penetrated and was now in flagrante delicto. She would probably be
riding him. She always keeps her mounts stiff by pinching their
nipples as she sits and bobs up and down.

From this point on he would have carnal knowledge of my dearest wife.
He would know her cries, her feel, her musky aroma, her intimate
folds, her preferred methods, her breath in his ear as their loins are
locked together in a slippery embrace. And soon they would experience
a special sensation together as they built the wet friction between
their legs and climaxed and he deposited his sperm into her womb with
her muscles contracting around him.

I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was
happening. I tried to imagine the close up view of Karen's vagina
gaping like a freshly halved apricot as it was being invaded by my
friend's veined sausage with his walnut sac full of cream dangling
below. Everything would be covered in the mix of their pungent
secretions. It would be a glistening, graphic display of wet meat
between their legs as they continued to rut.

"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! Faster!!" cried Karen as the bed began
hitting the wall. The bedsprings began sqeaking furiously as she
received his thrusts. Then they slowed and I heard muffled whispers. I
was constantly on the verge of shooting. There was some moving about
again and slowly the springs started up their noisy refrain. But this
time Karens vocalizations wre much clearer. I tried to calm my
heartbeat so I could hear with the utmost clarity. I wondered if she
was sitting on him, impaled, like a jockey on her mount.

Then it occured to me. She had gotten on all fours and was receiving
him from behind with her face near the air vent! What  a sweetheart!
Doggy style! She remembered, in this this moment of passion, to think
of my pleasure at listening in to her as they prepared to orgasm
together!

"Oooohhh! That's so nice, sweety! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. YESS!! I'm ready babe,
give it to me hard!" At her urging the fucking began. The bed began
hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to
break. Karen was grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts
must be slapping back and forth as my friend pushed himself in and
out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then he began
"Ohh. Ohh. Here I come!" Karen responded "Me too, let's do it!"

"AAAHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!! OH GOOOOODDD!!!" She then let out out a
tremendous squeal as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting pole.
Then my friend signalled his pleasure "Mmmmmmm. Yeah! Mmmmmm! Oh,
Mmmmmm!" as he was no doubt squirting a good quantity of semen into my
wife. As I had that image run through my mind, and as Karen let out a
long sigh as her orgasm subsided, I too let out my jism, but it was
only a few drops that hit the hard wood floor. I listened as the two
of them relaxed and cuddled in the afterglow.

In about ten minutes I heard some rustling and the door to the guest
room open. Karen crept down the hall and I was electrified by the
anticipation of what was to greet me when she opened the door. The
knob turned and in she came, holding the crumpled white lace bodice in
her hand. She was naked, sweaty and glowing. Her hair was plastered to
her face and there were a few blotchy red patches around her neck,
throat and breasts. Her chest was heaving with her heart beat. She was
shaking slightly.

"I'm here to serve you your favourite delicacy...piping hot and very
fresh!" She winked and I took her in my arms and inhaled the aroma of
her fresh fuck. Our lips met and I could taste his cock. I put my hand
to her groin where my fingers met with a shocking and humiliating
slickness. Her thighs had a glistening streak down them where she was
leaking. 

I lay her on the bed and began kissing her neck and moving up to
plunge in with my rigid tool. It was now time for my friend to listen
in...

The sensation of entering my wife's vagina after she'd had intercourse
with another man was incredible. I soon understood what people had
meant by "sloppy seconds". It was made even more exciting by the fact
that I would never know who would know of this, of how many people my
friend would tell that he'd had my wife, that other friends would soon
know my wife was possible game. 

As I moved in and out of her messy crotch I relished the thought of
our audience in the next room now getting off on our sounds, of
Karen's sighs, of my groans, of our bedsprings creaking, of the rare
and exquisite flavour of the delicacy of...listening in.

c. 1997 Trevan Locke