Author's Note: These stories are hard to categorize... voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasie-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. lol.  Send me an email at if you would like to see the illustrated versions of the stories.

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"For God's sake, tell me you got to fuck that girl." Words I never dreamed I'd hear coming out from my wife.

Now it was my turn to play coy. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."

Reliving my time with Jeff and Allie had us both horny as hell. As if we hadn't been horny enough already. Even now, while one of her hands held my cock, the other was moving rhythmically between her thighs.

"You know, I could make you tell me, if I wanted to." She said sweetly.

I started to laugh, when she brazenly brought her slick wet hand from her pussy, wrapped it around my shaft and steadily began to pump.

"Ohhh... God, Carol." Delighting in the control she had over me, she looked up from my lap and slid her lips down the entire length of my cock. Even with her mouth full, she managed a wicked smile as she took two long engulfing strokes up and down my shaft.

Then, her eyes widening in surprise, she squealed and squeezed the base of my cock so hard it hurt.

"Ohhh... Damn... Damn... w-woman.. w-what are you doing to me!" My voice was shaking and I was gasping for air.

"You were going to come!"

That went without saying. She'd cum no less than four times already this morning, while repeatedly bringing me to the edge and denying my climax.

"Jesus! You can't keep doing this!" I'd never needed to cum so bad in my entire life.

"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. I had no idea you were so close." Her words of sympathetic remorse, didn't change the iron grip with which she held me. Gently kissing my swollen balls, she promised, "Just a little longer."

Sensing my need to cum slowly subsiding, she eased the pressure of her hold. "I know you don't understand, but if you want me to tell you what really happened on our wedding night, I need to hear about Jeff and Allie and what the three of you did before we met."

Then, playfully grabbing my aching balls she added, "And remember, no cumming until the tale is done."

Groaning, I picked up where we left off...

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I was pissed. I couldn't believe that Jeff had shown his girl friend a video of me masturbating. Or that he had the audacity to show me a video of them fucking while they watched it.

All weekend long I oscillated between going over in my mind what I was going to say to him the next time we talked, and watching the video of her cumming while she watched me. I must have jerked off 4 or 5 times, always trying to time it so we came together like we did that first time I watched it, but it was never the same. I'd cum too soon or too late, but it didn't matter. It was just fucking hot.

As Monday night approached, I became more and more anxious about the pending confrontation with Jeff. But, like everything else about Jeff, nothing went as I envisioned.

It was just getting dark when he called me from the airport. "Paul, it's Jeff. Did you watch the video?"

"What the fuck, Jeff! You video taped my..."

"Yeah, I know. But, you liked it didn't you." It was a statement not a question.

"How the hell could you..."

"Look, I don't have much time. I'm calling to ask if you'd like to see the real thing."

That shut me up.

"We'll be home around 11:30. Do you want to watch me fuck Allie, yes or no?"

My heart was pounding in my chest. My mind flashed to all those videos of Allie and the rush of seeing her hidden, slutty side, spread eagle and exposed.

After a pause, I gave the only answer I could. "Yes."

"Good. All you have to do is pretend to be asleep. I'll do the rest. And, Buddy, when I say asleep, I mean really asleep. If you so much as stir, the gig is up. Got it?"

I swallowed hard. "Yeah."

"Good. One more thing. Make sure you're naked." And, with that he hung up. One minute I'm so mad I can't see straight and the next all I can think about is what's going to happen when the two of them walk through the door."

The time I spent waiting for them to show up were some of the longest hours of my life. If I was having to pretend to be asleep, it was pretty clear that Allie wasn't in on what was happening. This was all Jeff.

I found myself practicing how I'd be laying in bed. And I kept going back and forth between wearing boxers and being naked like Jeff told me to. I felt ridiculous, but my cock was as hard as a rock and I found myself looking at the clock every other minute.

By 11:20 I laid in the dark, rubbing my hard-on through my boxers, waiting for them to arrive. Then, just as the key started turning in the lock, I had a heart pounding change of mind, and frantically yanked my boxers off and pretended sleep.

Try as I might, I couldn't control my breathing. I could hear them bumping their way through the door and fumbling around in the dark.

Jeff's voice came in a muted whisper, intermixed with the sounds of them making out. "God, I've wanted to fuck you all weekend. I can't believe your parents made us sleep in separate bedrooms."

Allie moaned and I could hear the rustling of clothes. "Mmmmm... Wait... Wait. Is Paul here?"

"Don't worry about Paul, the guy sleeps like a rock. Trust me."

They moved into the doorway and I could see their shadowed silhouette against the dim light of the other room. He was working his way down her neck as his hands played with her breast and started pushing her shirt off her shoulders.

Allie's words were breathless. "Stop... I can't...."

Jeff unclasped her bra, leaving her pointy nipples standing out against the background as he covered them with his mouth. Her shirt fell to the floor.

"...Uhhhh... Stop... Wait... Paul..." Even as she spoke in protest, her hand wrapped around his head and she arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth. "...what if... he... wakes...."

His mouth full of tit, Jeff murmured, "He won't. I promise." And began unzipping her jeans. "Besides, it's dark. He can't see anything."

Dropping to his knees, he slid her jeans down her legs and nuzzled his face between her thighs. Lifting up on her toes, her hands grasped the door jamb above her head, as he slipped her jeans off one leg then the other, leaving her naked except for her panties.

It was everything I could do not to pump my cock beneath the covers, but I was scared to death with the slightest movement, the spell would be broken.

Cupping her ass with his hands he pulled her against his mouth and began to chew her pussy through her panties. Wrapping her hands around his head, she moaned and looked in the dark towards where I was laying.

"Are.. you... sure..." He gave a deep affirmative growl into her cunt and the last of her resolve crumbled. "Oh, God..."

Rising from his knees I could see him slip his hand into her panties as he kissed her. He deliberately left a space between their bodies, ensuring the shadowy outline of their movements would be captured in the back light. He knew I was watching.

As Jeff played with her tits and fingered her pussy, she spread her legs wide, lifting up on her toes with each forward movement. A soft wet smacking sound could be heard as he moved his hands inside her panties.

She was trying to be quiet, but the groan of her first orgasm was like the roar of the ocean in the dark. Despite the risk, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to pump.

After she came, she pulled his hand from between her legs and ripped open the front of his shirt. I could hear the buttons hitting the hardwood floor as she dropped to her knees and hectically opened the front of his pants.

It was only after his huge cock was dangling in front of her face, that she paused. First looking up and then looking ever so briefly in my direction, she lifted his shaft and began feeding it into her mouth.

Jeff leaned back, pushing his hips forward, ensuring an unobstructed view of her working his cock into her mouth. I'd seen her blow jobs on the videos, but nothing could compare to the sight of her working more and more of that monster cock down her throat. With his hands on either side of her head, he turned to look in my direction as he proceeded to fuck her mouth.

That's when I came for the first time. I thought for sure the wet sound of my beating cock and the ever so quiet groan that escaped my lips would give me away, but if they heard, neither one responded.

After a few minutes, Jeff lifted her to her feet and marched her into the room ahead of him.

The pungent aroma of her pussy sent a rush through my body and I found myself inhaling to take as much of it in as I could.

Even though they passed within just a few feet of my bed, their bodies were almost completely lost in the dark. For the next hour, I laid there listening to him fuck her. Other than a scrap of whisper here and there, they were uncharacteristically quiet. It was only as the two of them started to cum that the sounds of their movements became unmistakable, but it was enough.

I came a second time just as they climaxed.

As she dressed, I laid in the dark covered in cum, wishing like hell I could have seen more of her body. He walked her to the door and kissed her good-bye.

A minute later he walked into the bedroom still naked, turned on the light and threw me a wash cloth. "Enjoy the show?"

"What do you think?" He stood openly watching me as I cleaned the cum from my stomach, chest and cock.

"You're going to have to be quieter next time. You almost gave it away when you came. I know she sounds like a wild woman on the tape, but trust me, Allie's not a swinger. I'm just starting to open her up."

"Damn, Jeff. If she was any more open, we'd both fit in her." Realizing what I'd said, I immediately started to apologize, but Jeff only laughed.

"Maybe some day, but for now it's strictly a peep show. Can you live with that?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Good, because next time there'll be a night light."

And that's what we did. At least once or twice a week, he'd bring Allie to our room and I would jerk off secretly watching them while they fucked.

True to his word, the next time she came over he left the night light on. She was more reluctant than ever, but he kept telling her how I slept like a rock and promising I wouldn't wake up. She wasn't totally convinced, but he made a big show of trying to shake me awake. I just groaned and kept on pretending.

Even then, I don't think she would have gone for it, but he said, "Wanna see something?"

She didn't say anything. And then I felt him sliding the covers back exposing my throbbing cock. She gave a little gasp, "Oh God. He's hard."

Jeff laughed. "Haven't you ever heard of morning wood? Lots of guys get hard in their sleep. Touch if you want to."

"I couldn't."

"Suit yourself." I heard movement. I couldn't open my eyes to see what they were doing, but I heard her give a shuddering moan and Jeff said, "You may not want to touch it, but admit it, your pussy is getting wet looking at it."

She didn't say anything, but 15 minutes later he was fucking her with the light on. I'll never forget that first time really getting to see her naked. The dim glow of the night light only served to make everything more erotic. She was still pretty subdued compared to the wild woman on the tape, but it was everything I could do not to cum while I was watching them.

Even though she made a point of always facing away from me that first night, that asshole Jeff left the covers off and there was no way I could jerk off without her seeing me. Honestly, I think he did it on purpose.

After that, things steadily escalated. Most nights Jeff would go to her place, but once or twice a week he'd bring her back to our room and make love to her in front or me.

By day, she would be her normal prim and proper self, never acknowledging what was happening. But, by night, our nights, she was gradually becoming less and less inhibited and pretty soon she was the same slutty wild woman I had beaten off to so many times on the video tape. Except now, instead of performing for the camera, it was like she was performing for me.

Most nights, I would jerk off under the covers, sometimes two and three times while they were going at it. Other times, she would be looking right at me while they fucked and I'd have to lay still watching her cum. More than once, I came without ever touching myself.

Then, one day Jeff came to me and told me not to cover up.

"But she'll see me."

"You don't get it. She knows you're awake. Did you really think she was buying the whole 'He sleeps like a rock thing'? It's a game."

I guess a part of me knew she knew, but I was so into the game myself I just didn't question it.

"As long as she can pretend she doesn't know, it works for her. She can let herself go without feeling guilty. Trust me, she's wants to see you."

That night we relived that first video together, except this time she was really watching me pumping my cock and I was really watching her cum as she did it.

Afterwards, Jeff got up to use the bathroom. I'd been pretending to be asleep for so long I was beginning to doze off when I became aware of her bare form standing over me. Her body was draped in a damp sheen of sweat from their recent exertions, shimmering in the room's dim light.

With a furtive glance towards the bathroom, she bit her lower lip and slowly slid the covers back revealing my soft cock still covered in cum. Without saying a word, she began pinching her nipple and fingering herself, a smile spreading across her lips as my cock began to grow.

Sensing movement in the doorway behind her, I knew Jeff as there. Together we watched as her breathing began to quicken and within just a minute she tensed, moaned and slumped against the bed. She was so close, I could feel the heat of her thighs against mine.

Slipping quietly back into the bathroom, Jeff made a show of flushing the toilet. With a quick glance over her shoulder she bent, kissed my cock, and bounced naked from the room.

It was over a week before she came back again and I began to worry we had crossed an unspoken line. That night, as Jeff began to undress her, she slipped topless from his bed and moved over to mine.

Frozen in the semi-dark, I held my breath waiting for what would happen next.

"Are you sure he's asleep?"

Jeff's already naked form moved in behind her, pressing his cock against her panty covered ass.

"I told you. He sleeps like a rock."

She leaned back against him as he covered her breast with his hands and began tweaking her nipples with his fingers.

Looking down at my naked body she said, "Are you sure? Because if he woke up, even for a minute, we couldn't do this any more."

"He won't. I promise."

Turning she took Jeff's cock in both hands as he rolled her panties off he hips, dropping them to the floor.

"That's good, because I'd hate for this to end."

Jeff was right. It was a game and she was giving me the rules.

After that night she didn't just talk about me when they were fucking, increasingly she began to talk to me.

"Are you hard, Paul? Are you watching us... watching him fuck me... pumping your cock? Are you?... Pumping your cock for my pussy?"

The more she talked the more incited Jeff seem to become. To the point that some nights he would cum before either of us. But he would just keep fucking her with that monster cock of his as she called out across the room.

"Do it... pump it for me. I want to see it... I want to see you cum. Cum for my pussy... Oh, God Paul, do it!"

And I would. Cum while she watched, all the while pretending we couldn't see each other through the gloom. It didn't matter the fabrication was growing ever thinner. All that mattered was the three of us coming together.

It was like a drug and each of us was addicted in our own way. Those last few times together got pretty wild.

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"Stop!"

The whole time I had been telling my story, Carol had been sitting between my legs gently stroking, kissing and fondling my cock. Just enough to keep me painfully aroused, without bringing me over the edge.

Standing, she looked sexy as hell... her partially exposed breast parting the folds of her unbuttoned shirt, her hard clearly defined nipples jutting through the fabric. She had one finger buried in her visibly wet pussy, rubbing her pink swollen clit.

"Come with me. I think it's time to take this show to the bedroom. You've suffered enough and I could use some cock of my own."

Suddenly the shoe was on the other foot. "What happened to all that talk about pacing myself and 'waiting 'til the tale is done'?"

"Oh, you still have to pace yourself, but I want a climax to go with this climax."

Pulling me to my feet she started to walk towards the bedroom. "Gee, I don't know...."

"Well, you can fuck me, or I can call David." Looking sweetly back over her shoulder, "One way or the other, someone's cock going to be inside me before this story is done."

(To be continued in Aftermath Confessions: Chapter 5 - Trick and Treat)