From Sevenmoons@bounce.com Wed Apr 30 17:58:06 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!news.maxwell.syr.edu!ott.istar!n1van.istar!istar!news.istar.net!van-bc!news.mindlink.net!nntp.portal.ca!news From: Sevenmoons@bounce.com (Trevan Locke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Listening in (wife, aural voyeurism, infidelity, sloppy seconds) Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 21:58:06 GMT Organization: Delius Inc. Lines: 264 Message-ID: <5k8fbf$o3m@thoth.portal.ca> NNTP-Posting-Host: d186.portal.ca X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 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