It was too much to take, and I went over the edge, joining her in blissful release, feeling the waves of pleasure crashing over us as my cock pulsed and pumped its molten load into the depths of her womb. We clung to each other as our orgasms continued, my muscles straining as I lodged my cock deep, obeying some primal procreative instinct.
Finally, our pleasure abated, and we held each other gently. I could feel her soft kisses on my neck, and her hands caressing my back through my shirt. Her kisses trailed up my cheek and found my lips, and we kissed deeply as my cock began to soften inside of her.
I lifted my head to look down at her. “You are so beautiful.”
She smiled softly up at me. “Thank you for this. It was very special.”
“For me too.” I leaned down and kissed her again, then lifted and slid out of her. My cock was slick as I stuffed it back into my boxers and pulled up my pants.
I saw a thin trail of my cum leaking from her before she pulled her panties back to cover herself. She sat up and pulled out her blouse and bra as she arranged her breast back into its snug confines.
“We’d better get back,” she said.
“I know. Can I ask you something, Nikki?”
“Sure.”
“Is it wrong that I want to do this again with you?”
“I would be offended if you didn’t.”
“I want to very much, but I also don’t want to risk my job.”
She smiled. “Trust me, Brent. You’re not risking your job by being with me.”
I looked at her in confusion. “How can you say that? If he found out I would be fired for sure.”
“He can’t fire you.”
“What do you mean?”
“He can’t fire you, because he’s not the one who hired you.”
“Who hired me?”
“I did.”
“You did? How?”
She smiled again. “Most people think I’m his trophy wife. But the fact is, I own the company.”
I stared at her in shock. “You own the company?”
“Yes. I inherited it from my father. Jonathan was only an employee until he married me, and then he moved in to the president position. But make no mistake, I still run the company. I’m the owner and CEO, and I make all the big decisions, and some of the little ones. It works better this way, with no one knowing.”
“So, is he okay with you doing things like this?”
“Our marriage is based more on business than love. We’re each free to do as we please, as long as we’re discrete.”
“Wow. Why didn’t you tell me?”
She smiled. “It’s fun to have secrets. Makes things a little more exciting, doesn’t it?”
“I guess. So wait, you hired me?”
Her smile widened. “Of course, Brent Barrow, I’ve had my eye on you since your sophomore year of college.”
I stared at her. “You have?”
“Of course. I keep track of all the local colleges, and my sources let me know when a special student appears.”
“I’m a special student?”
She laughed. “And he’s humble too. Of course you are. I have big plans for you after you graduate.”
I grinned wide. “This is unbelievable.”
“And the best part is, we get to fuck whenever we want. Um, that is, if Kate agrees.” She raised her eyebrow.
I looked down. “Um, there’s something I have to tell you.”
She was wearing that bemused smile again. “What’s that, Brent?”
“Um, Kate isn’t really my girlfriend.”
“I know.”
I grinned shyly. “I guess it was easy to figure out. But there’s something else about her you should know.”
“I know that too.”
My eyes open wide. “You do?”
“I know everything about you Brent. It’s part of finding out whether you’re a good fit for my company. I know who your friends are, and I know who your family is, especially your twin sister, Kate.”
I felt the blush rising in my cheeks. “You knew she was my sister all along?”
“Yes. The only thing I can’t figure out is why you brought her here and pretended she was your girlfriend.”
My cheeks were feeling hot. “I thought your husband thought I was gay, so I brought her to convince him I wasn’t.”
“You don’t have any girlfriends for that?”
“I called them all, and they were all busy. Kate was the only one who was free. And she owed me a favor, so I cashed it in.”
Nikki laughed. “That explains it. It was funny seeing you two squirming.”
“Hey, wait a minute. You knew she was my sister, and you still made us kiss?”
She laughed again. “That was the best part. I wasn’t lying when I said it was hot. I got so fucking turned on watching you kiss your sister.”
I shook my head and grinned. “Now that is sick.”
“You’re going to find I have a kinky streak, Brent.”
“I like the sound of that. But I hope you enjoyed my kiss with Kate, because that’s definitely never happening again.”
“Never say never, baby. You’d be surprised how persuasive I can be.”
I stared at her, grinning and shaking my head. What had I gotten myself into?
# # #
Watching
My vibrator buzzed incessantly as I slid it slowly in and out of my spread pussy. I was lying on the bed, my back against the headboard, with my legs spread in the direction of the window on the other side of the room.
The drapes were open wide, and each pane was a dark black rectangle in contrast to the warm artificial light of the room. I could see nothing through the glass, not a flicker of light or movement to give me any indication that anyone was watching.
But I knew he was out there, peering at me through the darkness, his cock in his hand as he watched me pleasure myself. Had he already come? Or was he waiting until I finished so he could join me in pleasure?
I groaned softly as the vibrator did its job. I would have preferred a cock made out of swollen human flesh instead of plastic, but since my husband began caring more for his business than my needs, all of my orgasms had been self-induced.
Pinching my nipple, I drew the plastic shaft from my clutching cunt and teased the tip over my clit. “Ooooh,” I breathed, imagining it was a warm flicking tongue instead of a lifeless tool. A tool that was very effective, of course, in extracting pleasure from my body, but like a callous lover, it would leave me alone afterwards, with nothing to hold onto for warmth other than my pillow.
But knowing he was out there watching added some comfort. While I was alone, I wasn’t really alone if his eyes were on me. When I came, I wasn’t really climaxing by myself if he was stroking his cock at the same time, jetting out his warm seed onto his hand while he watched me thrash in orgasmic bliss. And afterward, I could lay there breathing deep and recovering, knowing he was watching made me feel a little less lonely, happy in the knowledge that I had shared my pleasure with someone, even if it was my eighteen-year-old next door neighbor.
* * *
When my husband and I moved into this house ten years ago, I was a newlywed bride of twenty-two. The Mitchells next door had an eight-year-old son, named Matt.
He was a delightful child, and after three years of trying to have one of our own, the doctors informed us we couldn’t have children. So in a way, Matt became the child we never had, and we always enjoyed when the Mitchells asked us to babysit, or when Matt stopped by for a snack after playing in our backyard.
He grew tall and strong, and soon he began bringing girls around. Sometimes he would introduce them to us, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were sexually intimate. I had heard that kids started that kind of thing younger these days.
Our bedroom windows faced each other, separated by only about ten feet of air. The first inkling that something was going on came about three years ago, after Brad and I had made love. When I got out of be
d and headed naked to the bathroom, I noticed the drapes were open. I usually closed them at night, but on this evening I had forgotten to.
But as I pulled the cord to close them, I saw a slight movement out in the darkness, and I realized it was a curtain moving in Matt’s window, as if someone had let it fall closed. My heart fluttered. Had my fifteen-year-old neighbor been watching us screw?
After closing the curtains, I continued on to the bathroom, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Matt had watched us? Was that possible?
Of course it was possible. No matter how much I thought of him as little sweet eight-year-old Matt, he was now a teenage boy, and if there was one thing consistent about all teenage boys, it would be that they were all horny. It was just part of growing up.
So yes, I had no doubts that if Matt had the chance to watch Brad and me fuck, he would take it. I made a mental note to make sure the curtains were closed from now on.
But at the same time, I realized that the idea of him watching had excited me. Even though I had just climaxed around my husband’s thrusting cock, I could feel fresh wetness seeping through my pussy.
When I went back to bed, Brad was still naked, reading a magazine with his soft cock flopped over on his thigh. I stared at it for a moment, and then climbed up and knelt beside him, leaning over to take him into my mouth, tasting the combination of our flavors still on him.
He seemed surprised, but after a minute my mouth convinced him to join me, and he turned me around to straddle his head. We sixty-nined like a pair of horny teenagers in the back seat of a car, our lips and tongues busy until we climaxed in each other’s mouths.
I made sure to keep the drapes closed after that, but a few months later Matt was cutting our grass, and I got the chance to talk to him when he came into the kitchen to get paid.
“We really appreciate this,” I told him as I placed the ten dollar bill in his outstretched hand. “Mr. Landon is getting busier at work, so he doesn’t have time to do it.”
“No problem, Mrs. Landon,” he said between gulps of the lemonade I had given him. “I’m saving up money to buy a car when I turn sixteen.”
As he spoke, my eyes traveled down his lean, sweaty body, barely hidden by his grass-stained wife-beater. Yes, he was going to be a fine-looking man someday.
When I glanced back up at his face, I noticed his eyes were focused on my breasts, taking in their full, rounded curves, which were displayed quite nicely in the low-cut blouse I had worn just for the occasion. I wondered if he was remembering the time he had seen them completely exposed, when he spied on Brad and I fucking. My pussy gushed wet and warm at the thought,
He noticed I had caught him looking, and he blushed red.
“Um, I have to go.” He placed the empty lemonade glass on the counter and headed for the door. “Thanks again, Mrs. Landon.”
“Any time, Matt,” I said as he left. “Any time,” I repeated to myself, letting my fingers trail over my swollen labia through my shorts.
That night, I decided to leave the curtains open again, wanting to feel that extra thrill of being watched. As Brad lay between my legs sliding his tongue through my slippery slit, I fondled my naked breasts and tried to catch a glimpse of movement outside the window. But the light in our room was too bright, not allowing me to see outside into the darkness.
After I came from Brad’s mouth on me, I got an inspired idea. When he lay back on the pillows, expecting me to return the favor, I held up one finger and said I had to go to the bathroom first. I hoped if Matt was watching, he’d understand my little pantomime, and know we weren’t finished. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, I left the light off, and peered through the small window towards Matt’s room, trying to catch a glimpse of him watching. At first I saw nothing, and my heart fell. Perhaps it had all been in my imagination after all, and the only place that Matt lusted after me had been in my fantasies. I was about to go back to bed when I saw a flicker of movement.
There he was, staring out across the space between the houses with wide eyes, holding his curtain open only a little so he could see. My heart leapt and my pussy pulsed with pleasure. I had been right! The horny boy had been watching us.
Armed with this knowledge, I went back to my husband and put on a show for our neighbor, sucking Brad’s cock at an angle that let Matt see everything I was doing. After a few minutes, I moved up to straddle him, taking his cock inside and riding him hard, knowing that Matt could see Brad’s cock skewering up into my welcoming cunt. I came quickly, gasping out my pleasure as I imagined Matt’s hand around his cock, stroking himself as he stared at my body.
After my climax was complete, Brad turned us over and began to fuck me hard, driving his hips down between my spread thighs, pistoning his cock into my tight pussy. Once again, I thought of what Matt was seeing, and wondered if he could see my labia ovaling tightly around my husband’s thick erection.
When Brad groaned and buried his spurting cock deep inside of me, I came with him, my cunt churning and spasming as I thought of Matt’s cock jerking out gooey ropes of his cum, joining us in pleasure.
The next time Matt stood in my kitchen after cutting the grass, he couldn’t keep his eyes off my partially exposed breasts, and I even noticed a good-sized lump in the front of his shorts.
This went on for a while. I didn’t leave the drapes open every time we had sex, but I tried to do it at least once a month, making sure Matt didn’t lose interest. I didn’t check after that first time, but I knew he was out there in the darkness, watching the most intimate of acts between my husband and me.
Then about a year ago, Brad got a promotion at work, and began working longer hours. And when he did come home, he was always too tired to do anything. I did my best to entice him, but he was unreceptive.
Not only did I miss fucking Brad, I also missed putting on a show for Matt. I was concerned that he would think something was wrong, like I had discovered he was peeping on me.
Matt still cut our grass, and we were having our usual discussion in my kitchen.
“Thanks for the birthday gift, Mrs. Landon. But it was a little too much money.”
I waved my hand. “Nonsense, you’re almost like a son to us. Plus, you only turn eighteen once, and I wanted you to have the money to celebrate.”
As I spoke, my eyes traveled down over his body. I had been right, he did turn into a fine-looking man. I wondered what the sweat on his stomach would taste like.
“Where’s Mr. Landon?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Away on business for the week.”
He nodded, and then said, “He seems to be away a lot lately.”
“He is,” I said sadly.
“I miss seeing you two together.” His voice was soft.
My eyes glanced up at his, and he met my gaze. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
“Um, yeah, I miss being with him.”
His eyes didn’t leave mine. “You two are special together.”
My heart beat rapidly. “Well, Matt, just so you know, I wish you could see us together more often.”
He licked his lips. “I understand.” After a pause, he added, “Have you ever met Dina, the girl I’m dating?”
“Is she the one with the red hair?”
“That’s her.”
“Very pretty girl.”
He nodded. “My parents are going to be out late tonight.”
I gave him a curious look, but didn’t say anything.
“I plan on inviting her over, so we can be alone together.”
I smiled. “That’s sweet.”
He nodded again. “I think we look good together. You should see us sometime.”
My heart thudded in my chest, and I found it difficult to breathe. “I would love that.”
He smiled softly and set down his glass. “Good.” His eyes flickered down over my breasts and then back up to my eyes, without trying to hide it. “Have a good evening, Mrs. La
ndon.”
“I definitely will, Matt. You have fun yourself.”
Around seven, I heard a car door slam, and looked out to see the Mitchells pulling out of their driveway. About an hour later, my television viewing was interrupted by the low rumbling of Matt’s pickup truck, and I peeked out the window to see him helping Dina get out. They walked hand in hand to the door and entered, and I could feel the excitement fluttering through me.
I went up to my bedroom, and without turning on the light, I went to the window and peeked out through a corner of the drapes. Matt’s room was dark, and I wondered if I had misunderstood him today, my lustful mind hearing something in his words that wasn’t really there.
I stood there for fifteen minutes, watching hopefully, but nothing changed. Oh god, what was wrong with me? Did I really think this handsome eighteen-year-old guy would want some thirty-two-year old housewife to watch him fuck his girlfriend? Was I slipping into early senility?
Sighing, I allowed the curtains to fall closed and turned back to the room. Deciding to put on my pajamas, I considered turning on the light, but decided not to. A small part of me held out hope that I hadn’t been wrong about Matt. So I changed in the dark, stripping down to just my panties before putting on my fuzzy pajama shorts and matching top.
I went back to the window, giving it one last try before I went downstairs, not expecting to see anything. But to my shock, Matt’s bedroom window curtains were pulled open wide, and the inside of the room was flooded with light. I quickly pulled my drapes closed except for a small gap I could look through.
The couple was sitting on the bed, kissing, and he had his hand on her breast through her blouse. She didn’t seem to mind, and a moment later she slid her hand up his thigh to his crotch and rested it on the large bulge visible there. I felt the first pulse of desire shimmer through my loins.
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