How to Make Love Die
A Voyeur’s
Confession – PART 3
By Jack Burton
Copyright 2012 Jack Burton - All
rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1470137915 ISBN-10: 1470137917
Revised
10-14-12
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Forever After?
If
you know how to make love stay, your honeymoon will last forever.
In
retrospect, ours lasted about eight years and was still quite good for a
dozen. That's not bad. I think we had a much better than average
marriage. Many only last until the first
bad times causes doubt on one side or the other. Not us.
With business challenges, we both dug in harder. With the kids, we managed our time
better. The sex was still great. We had a very good partnership in many ways.
But
things change.
Subtle
shifts begin to occur. If things get
better in one area, re-evaluations occur.
If things get worse in another, re-evaluations occur. And staying the same also brings up
questions. So does that mean it's
hopeless? Maybe. I haven't figured that out yet. But it certainly can become confusing. The old forces returned. The dance returns and becomes more dynamic.
Protection
of the nest, finding places to put sperm, rejection and jealousy re-emerge as
love's fog lifts to show the real landscape once again. Other people were no longer just sex play and
flirting. The lovers begin to dance
again and often with other partners.
So
does one HAVE to preclude another? Can
lovers be shared freely and yet remain in love?
Does jealousy HAVE to divide a couple?
What
do I know? I think I was too close to
the situation and had too much at stake to understand the process as it
happened. Maybe that’s the reason I'm
writing this down right now.
First Real Threats
Sam
dropped his hand to the top of the desk and started playing with her business
cards. Her eyes followed. He noticed it too. I was the one who had to keep restarting the
conversation with "So, where's your new office?" or "What type
of accounting do you specialize in?"
Oh,
they were both fine with the conversation, and even its lapses. They treated me
like a minor distraction. Just enough
chit chat so they wouldn't have to leave each other's presence.
She
told him about the new service programs she had developed to do complete data
management and backup services as well as PBX.
We had branched out and were now also installing computers, but what
these two were focusing on had little to do with technology. I could tell by the dance happening with
their eyes.
I
was trying to figure out what I missed about him. Why did Tracy pick this particular guy? He wasn't THAT good looking. He seemed kind of stocky to me. Besides, he had this silly looking grin. Or maybe he just couldn't stop smiling at
her. Perhaps it only looked silly to me.
Her grin didn't look silly at all.
It made me angry.
This
flirting wasn't the first time, but it still drove me crazy when it
happened. And it was happening more
often and seemed to be getting more serious.
She was definitely having more fun with it.
In
any case, Sam was not just another customer.
I could feel it. And then I hear her promising to do a site survey and
help him with his plan. Holy fuck! What was I going to do now? She had just gotten past that thing with
Alex.
Actually,
I think Alex's wife put a stop to it.
Tracy had spent a lot of time at Alex's house helping him with his
accounting. And I know she was sexually
attracted because she was very open about how she felt. She said that under the right circumstances
she would "do" Alex.
This
was really an extension of the game we had been playing ever since we got
married. She said she liked the idea of
two guys at once, but that was just a fantasy and she would never actually
initiate it. I wasn't so sure. Here she was seriously flirting with two
guys. Something was bound to
happen. And I had very little control in
the process.
I
told her anything was negotiable as long as we were both open and honest. That's how I found out about her feelings for
Tim soon after this meeting (now THREE different guys over the last few months).
But
this thing with Tim is where things were really about to heat up. At that point we had been married eight years
and during that time, I don't think she actually had anyone in her but me. In retrospect, I'm no longer as sure.
At
the time, I remember thinking her infidelity was going to be more a matter of
when, and not if. Tracy liked to tear
the wrappers off. She loved a new
project, crusade, person, or challenge.
And she hated doing anything the same way twice. She is definitely NOT a routine-oriented
person. OUR life together had become
repetitive. This fact concerned me from
the very beginning. Would I be able to keep her entertained?
Nuclear Fission?
First
it was Sam and Alex. Now it was
Tim. She denied anything serious was
going on, but she did agree she was flirting more. She said it had to do with HER success and personal
confidence in herself. The sexual challenge was just side-effect, but it didn't
decrease the jealousy I began to feel.
Sam
and Alex caused me greater concern, but Tim was more available and certainly
got more attention at the time. Tim was
a few years younger than Tracy and had worked for us for a couple of years. He was going through a difficult time in his
marriage. His wife was talking about
leaving him and hadn't even bothered to find a new boyfriend, at least not that
we knew of. Tim's wife told him she just
wanted a change, which was pretty brutal for him.
He
confided in me. He wanted to know how to
save his marriage. He confided in
Tracy. He thought sex might be the
key. In retrospect, I think the sex was
just the symptom.
Tim
didn't get laid often, and when he did, his wife was cold and dry. He said he had to use lots of lube or he
couldn't even get it in. He didn't think
she had ever had an orgasm. I explained
that he was missing the best part. He
needed to spend more time getting her hot.
We talked about several options, but before he could try them, she asked
him to move out. I don't think he ever had
a chance. He was crushed. A divorce quickly followed. She DID have a boyfriend after all. I guess it's the common way to exit.
Tracy
also started talking to Tim about his problems.
She told me she felt sorry for him and wished she could show him how
great sex could be. Apparently, she had
been trying to explain it verbally and in detail, but he acted as if she
couldn’t get her point across. I just
laughed when she told me this.
Also
about this time Tracy started talking about how she looked and whether she was
attractive or not. Maybe it was some
sort of side effect of her talks with Tim, but she was concerned about how her
stomach looked after her third child.
Apparently when we were all at the pool, Tim had made some comment that
he thought she was perfect except for her stomach. What an idiot! No wonder his wife asked him to move out.
Tracy
started running more and got an exercise mat to follow along to those VCR tapes
(yes, VCR - this was in the early nineties). She was also turning 30 years old in
a few weeks. I think her age had a lot
to do with everything that happened over the next couple of years.
I
wanted to reassure her, but Tim was beating me to it. She seemed to be dressing for him, or at
least they talked a lot about what she was going to wear. For the first time in our marriage, I felt
like I was really losing her.
Tim
wasn't a threat financially, socially or physically, but he seemed to have her
attention. She was certainly having a
lot of fun flirting with him. I just
didn't know how far it might go.
A
few weeks after Tim moved into an apartment, he and Tracy had to do an install
out of town. On the way back, a big sand
storm rolled in. These southern California storms can take a car down to bare
metal in a few minutes, so they parked down by the river in the trees for
protection.
Tracy
later related that during those two hours, there had been some kissing and
touching. Tim had professed his love for
her and that he would do anything she wanted if he could just be around her.
She
said she stopped it before it got very sexual, but they had done a lot of
talking and teasing. She wasn't clear
about how she left it, but didn't think I should be concerned in any case. Of course, I was.
She
later told me she had feelings for Tim but she wasn't in love. Again, she told me she would like to show him
what sex could really be like, but she was now afraid he would take it too
seriously.
I
was out of control. I couldn't show her
how threatened I was, but I needed to keep her from falling in love with
Tim. HE was already in love. He had said so. I knew if they had a chance to be alone
again, she wouldn't hold back. Shit. I had to do something.
And
then I had this idea about atomic engineering.
It was something the Russians had done during the cold war. They had used an atomic bombs to move a
mountain and damn a river. I needed to
divert powerful emotional forces. If I
could turn this whole thing from romantic to erotic, I might be able to re-channel
this pending love affair into a sexual circus.
This would be a more difficult base on which to build a meaningful
relationship.
If
I could put together a ménage a trois, maybe I could stop this love affair in
its tracks. I talked to Tim and
explained that Tracy was concerned he was getting too serious, but she liked
playing with him. I told him we had
talked about a ménage a trois, but we hadn't actually tried it with anyone yet.
Then
I told him about that little spot in the small of her back.
Tim
would sometimes babysit for us and hang around even after we came home. There were evenings when Tracy would come
home and tease him by wearing nothing but her Mickey Mouse tee-shirt, which she
sometimes wore before going to bed. I asked
her about this form of teasing. She said
Tim was always trying to guess if she had on panties, so I guess this too was
on purpose.
That’s
the background for what was about to happen.
Then I invited Tim over to watch a movie one evening. I suggested he follow my lead to see how far
she'd go. The bomb was in place. The trigger set.
Out of Control
So,
how do you hold on to the one you love once she starts slipping through your
fingers? What do you do when it's too
late? How do you know? Was there a point in time I could have
changed the outcome? Maybe. And maybe not. I'll let you judge.
Here
I was in my living room, trying to help an employee seduce my wife into a ménage
a trois. Was I trying to save my
marriage? Or set fire to it? Who was out of control here?
The
three of us were lying on this big white sheep's skin rug I had gotten her for
Christmas. We were on the floor in front
of the TV watching a movie. We were all
lying on our stomachs. I was on the
left, Tim on the right, and of course, Tracy was in the middle. She had said
she wanted a two hour massage, something she and Tim had apparently talked
about.
Tim
and I had both been rubbing her shoulders and back. She had on her long Mickey Mouse
tee-shirt. Again, Tim had been trying to
guess if she was wearing panties or not.
Tracy had been teasing him about this earlier in the evening. It was obvious the bra was missing.
Tim
scooted down and started rubbing her foot.
I started on the other leg. Periodically
we would switch legs to see if she noticed which hand was rubbing what part, as
we moved from her shoulders to her legs and feet. I knew she was getting confused because she
would quickly turn her head each time I approached her ass.
More
than once she caught Tim almost touching her ass and he would quickly retreat
to her shoulders or feet. I gradually
pushed her tee shirt up over her ass.
The mystery of the panties was cleared up, but I couldn't tell what
color they were in the low light. This was before G-strings were popular but
the material was kind of pushed up between the cheeks of her ass so it had a
similar effect.
It
was pretty dark with only the TV flashing shadows but she must have been
getting more relaxed to let Tim see her like that. And he didn't miss a thing. He was staring more at her ass than the movie
as he moved his hands up and down her legs.
Tim's
hand slowly slid down the side of her chest and I think he was getting a feel
of her tit. Next, he went up under the
tee-shirt to the small of her back. Her
tee shirt was now pushed half way up her back to just under her tits as she lay
on her stomach. Her panties and the
small of her back were now completely exposed, and for once she wasn't trying
to pull her shirt back down.
The
small of her back was her weak spot. I
knew she loved getting touched here. She
actually had a light birth mark at the spot and if you touched it, she would
jump a little and then become demobilized like a lizard. You could do anything you wanted to her as
long as you kept touching this spot every so often.
I
held my breath. Was she going to let
this happen? After a few moments, his
hand left the small of her back and started over the gentle rise of her ass and
then slipped down into the center.
As
the reflected light from the TV flickered, I even saw her ass raise up a little to meet his probing fingers. I couldn't tell how deep he was because of
the shadows, but I think he was getting under the fabric. Whatever he was doing, it was working.
Following
Tim's lead, I moved down and took over on the small of her back. She wasn't even pretending to watch the movie
anymore. She was just lying there with her eyes closed enjoying herself. I could hear her breathing over the TV.
I
moved my hand on down and went under the elastic of her panties. As my finger
touched her pucker, I could feel the subtle movements indicating she was
pushing against his fingers deep inside her. Was this my last chance to stop this? Did I want to stop? Could I even if I wanted
to? The count down for the nuclear
weapon had begun. Why ask such stupid
questions? They had no good answers
anyway. At first I was trying to deflect
a love affair. Now I didn't honestly know.
I still don’t.
I
could see the rhythm of his fingers deep inside her was being met with the
gentle movement of her ass up and down.
She definitely knew it wasn't me.
And she was definitely enjoying it.
But then she looked up at me.
All
of a sudden she stood up, grabbed the tee shirt and pulled it down over her ass. Then she sat on the couch staring at me. Tim just sat on the floor holding up his
shiny fingers like they were covered in sticky syrup and he was trying to keep
from making a mess on the rug.
We
had ignored the small of her back too long.
She had stopped the nuclear reaction just before it went critical. There was a small circle of dampness where
she had been laying on the front of her panties.
As
soon as Tracy jumped up, Tim got scared.
He really didn't want to offend her.
He's a pretty sensitive guy. He
quickly made some excuses and left.
I
knew what she was thinking: "How did I end up here? Is this what I really want?"
I
was thinking the same things. Was this
me just being a voyeur, or had it all started with Sam a year earlier? Was she looking even before that? Was this driven by my jealousy? Or was I just a pervert? The day Sam walked in the store was the first
time I definitely noticed that her flirting had turned serious, and now this. The balance was shifting, and not in my
favor.
As
I was standing at the door from saying good-bye to Tim, Tracy came over,
dropped my shorts and started sucking on me.
She then raised one leg and put me in her with one foot on the door jam.
She was VERY wet and aggressive. We both
came in only a few seconds.
I
said, "You were enjoying that weren't you?"
She
answered, "Yes, but..."
As
we were standing there holding on to each other, she whispered in my ear,
"Let's just keep it between us, OK?"
"OK",
I responded.
This
was the first time she voiced serious concern about a ménage a trois. Since it was her idea to stop, I had more confidence
in our relationship again. I didn't have
to use atomic engineering after all.
She'd gotten close and then changed her mind. And I think she was less romantic about Tim
now. I could relax a bit.
Let's
go to sea and get a fresh perspective.
The
Sun now rose upon the right:
Out
of the sea came he,
Still
hid in mist, and on the left
Went
down into the sea.
And
the good south wind still blew behind
But
no sweet bird did follow,
Nor
any day for food or play
Came
to the mariners' hollo!
And
I had done a hellish thing,
And
it would work 'em woe:
For
all averred, I had killed the bird
That
made the breeze to blow.
Ah
wretch! said they, the bird to slay
That
made the breeze to blow!
Nor
dim nor red, like God's own head,
The
glorious Sun uprist:
Then
all averred, I had killed the bird
That
brought the fog and mist.
'Twas
right, said they, such birds to slay,
That
bring the fog and mist.
She Changed Her Mind Again
I
guess once these things get started, they don't stop easily. A week later I noticed Tracy had on a dress
which Tim had asked her to wear once before.
I didn't think much about it at the time. Later that afternoon when I got back to the
office, I knew something was up. To misquote Bob Dylan, "You could just
smell it in the air."
Tracy
has this particular odor that only happens a few days out of the month. This had been happening all through our
marriage. The best way to describe it
is... wonderful. It meant she was
horny. It screams fuck me. When it would happen I use to wait until I
was about ready to leave for work in the morning and then go back in the
bedroom and fuck her one more time just so I could get this smell all over my
clothes. It only lasted for about three
or four hours, but I really enjoyed it while it did.
When
I came through the door that afternoon, I not only knew she was in the mood,
but the odor seemed to be spread all through the building. This was serious arousal.
When
I came in, she was sitting at her desk with Tim was standing next to her. He acted like I had caught them doing
something, but everything seemed normal.
Tim walked back to the tech area.
She
had a silly grin on her face. I asked
her if she had been teasing him again.
She said, "A little."
Then
I notice her bra was missing. This dress
Tim liked was a silk wrap-around. Her
nipples were straight out.
I
asked her what happened to her bra and she said Tim had asked her to take it
off. He wanted to see some
"raisins." She said she then
rubbed her "raisins" on his arm so they would stand out nicely. She said he didn't know what to do and got
all flustered and red. He was either
very shy or afraid to do anything without asking permission.
I
told her if she took her bra off for him, I wanted her panties. Without
hesitation, she stood up and pulled them down and tossed them to me with her
foot. Then she took off her shoes. She said she had only been teasing Tim, but
it sure was a good thing I made it back before they had to lock up the office.
I
said, "What do you mean?"
She
just smiled.
Anyway,
I proceeded to lock up the office. It
was time to close. As I went out and locked the front doors; I wondered how I
was going to handle this. She had said
she didn't want to bring Tim into our sex life, but that's not how she was
acting. A week ago she seemed reluctant
to let it happen, or maybe she just didn't want to take responsibility. Or maybe it was just ovulation. In any case, I didn't want a secret affair,
so it was time for atomic engineering again.
I
returned to her office but she was gone.
Was I already too late? What had she meant with that smile? I quickly went into the back and found her
slouched down in a chair with her feet in Tim's lap.
I
later learned that while I was locking up, she had gone back to the tech area
and sat down next to him. He then said
since she had taken off her shoes, she must be ready for a foot rub. She tacitly agreed by putting her feet in his
lap. But she made a point of pulling her
dress down as far as it would go. I
assumed this was because I had her panties in my pocket.
I
walk up and started rubbing her shoulders.
She said, "This is great, getting rubbed on both ends at once."
She closed her eyes. This is a little
hard to describe, but her chair was on wheels and as I continued the message,
she kept sliding down in the chair which was being pushed back against me. As this happened, her dress which seemed
caught on her seat cushion was sliding up her thighs. Or was she sliding out of her dress as the
chair pushed back? It’s all relative I
guess. Tim never took his eyes off her
legs, and I knew the view must be getting pretty good.
I
don't know when he realized she had lost her panties, but by then he had pushed
her feet apart a little so he could work on one foot at a time. She further obliged by putting one foot on
the floor and opening her legs. She
wasn't being subtle. Or maybe this was
to keep from sliding off her chair. She
didn’t seem to want to disturb the dynamic.
In any case, the point was made.
Tim was almost apoplectic. Her
dress was now high enough that “I” could see her pubic hair, and I was standing
behind her!
All
of a sudden the foot massage changed.
Tim's hands stopped moving and Tracy's foot started rubbing his hard on
through his pants. Tim was
confused. He didn't know whether to
watch her foot rub his cock, or her legs which were now opening and closing
slowly squeezing her pussy.
As
her legs opened wider, I reached down, got my finger wet and started rubbing
her clit. Just then she said,
"Enough teasing! I want a cock in
me." She reached for my zipper, and
in seconds pulled me around and had my cock in her mouth. And no one had even touched her back.
I
looked up at Tim. He was terrified. His eyes followed mine up her legs where my
fingers were opening her up like a flower.
I nodded with my eyes. He set her
foot on his chair and dropped his pants.
His shirt was in the way so I couldn't see what he looked like as he
moved between her legs.
She
opened her legs wide as he approached and started pushing into her. Now his body was in the way and I couldn't
see what was happening at all. But it
didn't matter, this was getting so hot I was about to come.
Tracy
now started sucking me hard and I realized she was getting fucked by someone
another man. I exploded in her
throat. After holding onto her head for
a few seconds, I fell back into another chair to the side. Tracy glanced up at Tim with a puzzled look
on her face then back to his belt-line.
Tim
got all red, stepped back and pulled his pants up. I still hadn't seen his cock, but now I
noticed a big wet spot on the front of his pants. He had popped his cork during
the foot massage! Now he gave up on his
feeble attempt at recovery and penetration.
He
was embarrassed, and out of the office in less than 90 seconds. I still had a hard on. Tracy pulled me around between her legs.
She
said, "Tim came too fast. He was
too soft to get it in. I need to
come."
And
come she did. It only took a few deep
strokes. I could feel the spasms as she
held onto my ass so tight I could barely move.
I
couldn't recover fast enough to go again, but it felt great holding her. And I really felt like I won this competition
for Tracy's heart, or at least her cunt.
It was also one of the most erotic moments of my life.
I
think it was for Tracy too. There was a
six inch wet spot on her chair which left a chalky circle visible for
months. It was an old chair in the back
of the tech area and no one seem to notice except me, and maybe Tim.
The
fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The
furrow followed free:
We
were the first that ever burst
Into
that silent sea.
Down
dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas
sad as sad could be;
And
we did speak only to break
The
silence of the sea!
Inevitable?
My
atomic engineering theory was a real long shot.
It was based on the idea that unfulfilled sexual desire only fuels the
emotional engine, so a rush to climax might defuse the emotional connection.
Nice theory. But it doesn't take into
account the feedback loop.
I
also had Tracy's reverse psychology thing to deal with. It was like a Zen defusing of a feedback loop
atomic bomb. What? Exactly.
Tracy
had only tasted the erotic potential. If
I told her no at that point, she would have found some way to get Tim's dick in
her and rationalize not telling me.
No,
I had to take her headlong through the fire trying not to let her hand slip out
of mine. I know it was stupid. But what were the alternatives? Were we doomed no matter what I did?
Or
was this just a rationalization for my own voyeuristic behavior? It WAS amazingly erotic. And it wasn't just voyeurism. Voyeurism is just watching and enjoying. This had all the feelings of jealousy,
watching, evaluating, competing and even me giving Tracy room to dance with
someone else. This was something
different. This was sharing her.
One
part of me felt that, if she went through with it on her own, I had to leave
her. That's why I tried so hard to
remain proactive in this seduction. Then
I could take some of the responsibility for what happened and rationalize that
she wouldn't have done it if I hadn't pushed her. Fuck, this gets complicated. But it's what crossed my mind. I thought these thoughts. It's how I felt at the time.
Yep!
Tim
still had the hots for Tracy, but he wasn't crazy about me being around. He had been trying to get Tracy to meet him
at our house alone. She told me about it
but said she didn't want to do it that way.
She wanted me there. This was
fine by me, and Tim would do whatever she wanted.
So
we ended up on that same sheep-skin rug again a few days later. This time we all took off our clothes
first. This was more deliberate. Tracy was lying on her back and I was leaning
over her stomach talking to her. Tim was
rubbing her feet again (I think he had a thing about feet).
She
asked me if I really wanted her to do this.
"It's
up to you."
But
she countered, "Yea, but you really want it, don't you?"
"Yes,
but let's just start with a back rub so you have time to change your mind if
you want to."
"Too
late," she said.
I
looked behind me and she had both of her feet wrapped around his cock and was
jacking him off with her toes. This also
forced her legs apart. Tim was just
staring and rubbing the inside of her thighs.
I
reached down to feel her and she was soaked.
There was no doubt about what she wanted. Tim had no doubt either. He just wasn't sure what part he was supposed
to play. As I moved out of the way, she
reached up, took his hand and brought him down between her legs. He still didn't get it. SHE had to reach down and put his cock in her.
That
was his OK. He took off like a drilling
machine. I just watched. It was fascinating. His dick was only a little shorter than mine
but was much thicker. I lay down by
their feet and just watched him sliding in and out of her. I was fascinated and oh so aroused.
There
were literally clear drops of fluid running down her ass on to the white
rug. And then his pace changed. He did this little jerk just as he hit bottom
and held there for a second. Then he did
it again.
And
I could see why. There was now a ring of
white around her cunt where his cock slid in.
He was squirting into her with each stroke. It couldn't have taken him more than two
minutes tops.
Tim
didn't take long to relax and then I got sloppy seconds. We took it steady and slow. I talked to her about how she felt. Tim went into the bathroom. I guess he wasn't a voyeur. She said his hip bones hurt against hers. Tim was taller and leaner than me. Tracy and I
are more muscular from all the running.
She said she didn't come with him, but it was exciting getting him to
come so fast. Then he returned from the
bathroom. I was still moving slowly and
whispering. He lay on the couch and
watched.
She
said, "You liked watching someone else screw me didn't you?"
I
said, "Yes."
"And
you liked watching me fuck him back until he came, didn't you?" she added.
This
was too much. She liked to push my
buttons with words. Just then I started
spurting into her as I grunted through clinched teeth, "Yes, yes,
yes," and pounded her hard. She
smiled back at me and said, "I'm glad." After a few minutes, she got up and went to
the bathroom. I stared at the
ceiling. She came back and sat down.
While
we were all sitting there talking, Tracy reached over and started playing with
Tim's dick. Next, she bent down and took
his cock in her mouth. He got hard fast
and Tracy said, "See? You can get
hard again quickly," referring to the first encounter when he ran out of
the office. Then she went back to
sucking him while she started to play with my cock at the same time. I just watched.
It
took a few minutes, but she finished him off again as he held onto the back of
her head. Then she just switched over
and started sucking on me. He started
gently fingering her while she got me hard again. I don't know if she came on his fingers, but
she sure did when I put her on her hands and knees and did her hard from behind. She likes that. After I came; we fell forward into a
heap. In a moment, I asked her if she
wanted some water and got some for myself.
Overall,
this time was more awkward. It didn't
have the dynamic tension of the earlier event.
It seemed too scheduled. There
was one interesting observation I should note - as we were all getting dressed,
Tim said his ex-wife should apologize for the blow job he just got from
Tracy. I smiled at his pretzel logic.
Speaking
of water:
All
in a hot and copper sky,
The
bloody Sun, at noon,
Right
up above the mast did stand,
No
bigger than the Moon.
Day
after day, day after day,
We
stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As
idle as a painted ship
Upon
a painted ocean.
Water,
water, every where,
And
all the boards did shrink;
Water,
water, every where,
Nor
any drop to drink.
The Sunset
A
couple of days later, I had gone home to relieve the nanny. Tracy still had
work to do. About an hour later she
called and said Tim had just left. I asked
what he was working on.
She
said, "Me; or the other way around."
She
said he was nervous being alone with her.
She thought it was cute. She
decided to see how far he would go on his own before she had to stop him.
They
talked for a while and then she told him to come out by the window and check
out the sunset. As he stood behind her,
she slowly moved back until her ass hit the front of his pants. She had on a dress and said she could feel
him getting hard. He didn't move. He seemed like a statue.
She
then started moving her ass up and down gently.
She said this made him get even harder.
He adjusted his package but she got him right back between her ass
cheeks, just like he'd been before.
She
kept rubbing him up and down with her ass until she got so hot she wanted him
to flip up her dress and pull down her panty-hose so he could rub his dick on
her bare ass. She said she wasn't
teasing anymore. If he had tried, he
could have fucked her right there.
But
he didn't. She said she was breathing
hard but he just stood there. Apparently
he got embarrassed, scared or something.
Or maybe he came. All of a sudden
he left without saying a word. She told
me I had to be more careful or I might not be around to watch.
When
she came home, we fucked hard all night.
This was getting good. He got her
hot; I got the wet parts. What's the
downside?
The Test
Tracy
was now fascinated by how passive Tim was about actually initiating
penetration. She thought it had
something to do with getting permission from her or me, or some
combination. She wanted to find out if
he was just shy or didn't know what he was doing. She also said she needed to teach him how to
kiss.
A
few days later she told me she wanted to tease him until he took the
initiative. I said OK but I wanted to at
least be in the building (we were down at work). I got the nanny to stay late and continued
with my coding. She went in the back
where he was working.
There
was a separate doorway from the offices into the inventory area, which had a
view of the shop. Since the lights were
off in the inventory section, I could quietly go in there and watch them from
between the shelves.
Every
few minutes I would check on them. She
started out just kissing and touching him.
There was lots of whispering going on, but I couldn't hear what was
being said. A few times, I could hear
her laughing even out in my office. The
laughter would always precipitate a trip to the inventory section to check
progress. This is how a voyeur works.
You sometimes have to do a lot of watching as your subjects aren't on
your schedule.
After
a while, she had him sitting on a stool and she was straddling him. They seemed kind of precarious as this stool
was actually a tall chair on wheels with a thin metal back on it. I didn't know if she still had her panties
on. She was wearing a dress. She was definitely humping him slowly and
kissing him hard. Lots of tongue action.
That's
where I would have lost it. A beautiful
woman sitting in my lap and humping my dick always makes me want to take the
initiative, but not Tim. He was still
passive.
Pretty
soon she stood up and pushed him down to his knees. She even had to take her panties down (he
apparently hadn't done that yet). Next
she put her skirt over his head and he finally got the idea. He ate her for a long time. I mean like maybe forty minutes to an
hour. I even went back to my office a
couple of times just to relax from standing bent over to watch through the
shelves. Every now and then she would
hold on to his head to steady herself as she had an orgasm.
This
may have been the first time she came with him, I'm not sure. In any case, he
still wasn't taking the hint. After
several orgasms, she simply put her panties back on, kissed him and went back
to her office. I couldn't believe
it. She was that cold!
A
few minutes later I walked into her office and said, "Couldn't seduce him,
uh?"
"I
don't care, he has a great tongue and he doesn’t stop."
She
also said, "I think he's afraid of you being in the building, but I'm
going to tease him so much he won't care anymore. There WILL be a rematch."
I
couldn't wait to see who won.
The
very deep did rot: O Christ!
That
ever this should be!
Yea,
slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon
the slimy sea.
About,
about, in reel and rout
The
death-fires danced at night;
The
water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt
green, and blue and white.
Boy Toy
Over
the next few days Tracy really laid it on.
Or I should say, Tim laid it on with his tongue. I caught them with her lying on her desk, lying
on the floor and sitting on a counter while he ate her out. I guess she got
tired of standing for so long. Once she
actually had him under her desk while she worked on the computer. He would eat her out for hours – definitely
dedicated.
He
was becoming a real sex slave. It got so
she just took off her panties as soon as we locked the door at night. Pretty soon, I started feeling sorry for him. I didn't know if he was ever going to get off
again or not.
Once
I got back late and had to unlock the door to get in. As I walked into her office, I was
shocked. She was lying on the carpet
with her head toward me and Tim on top in a 69.
He was fucking her mouth very slowly.
She had no room to maneuver, but he was being very careful not to choke
her. She looked up at me in an
upside-down way and tried to smile. But
Tim's cock was too wide, and only her eyes could smile. I got the point. She was having a good time.
It
didn't take long until his come was leaking out around her lips as he came. After she got up and wiped her mouth off, she
said, "I'm sure glad you didn't bring anyone back to the office with
you. It would have been embarrassing,
and also spoiled your surprise. Don't worry. I told Tim he couldn't come until you got
back. I had to slow him down a couple of
times."
Well,
she was still keeping her promise, sort of.
In
any case, it was quite a show! I told
her she was beautiful and I meant it.
But was this performance really for me?
I wasn't sure. She did seem to be
doing more when I wasn't there. I
mentioned this and she said Tim was kind of shy and just needed to get started
before I showed up.
I
couldn't believe it! This seemed to be
working! She had at the very least devalued
her relationship with Tim substantially.
Then she turned him into a boy-toy!
She had gone from emotionally challenging our marriage back to playing
sex games. And they were fun for both of
us.
Affairs
of the heart aren't that hard to manage.
You just have to have the balls to pull the trigger, and the stomach (or
appreciation) to watch it unfold. So
far, she was mostly playing by the rules.
I kept my fingers crossed.
Remote Control
Sometimes
Tracy liked being told what to do. Once
when the three of us were at the office on a week-end, I started playing with
her. Tim was in the back, and she seemed shy about actually letting me put it
in her.
I
told her if we hurried, he wouldn't even know.
I put her on her hands and knees and pulled down her running shorts (she
wore these often on week-ends).
She
was already wet, but then she was almost always wet. Just as I got it all the way in, Tim walked
through the door. I laughed and Tim
started to leave, but I told him to come in and sit in the chair that happened
to be right in front of Tracy's face.
He
was watching her face and eyes as I stroked in and out of her from behind. We both watched his dick get hard in his
pants. I told Tracy to unzip his pants
and suck on him. She made me stop
thrusting because she couldn't hold herself up and get his cock out at the same
time. I almost slipped out, but I held
on to her ass.
As
she got him in her mouth, she put her hands back on the floor and I
resumed. An interesting thing
happened. I was in total control. Tim was holding perfectly still (so
carefully!). As I drove all the way, in
Tracy's mouth went all the way down on his cock.
She
couldn't use her hands to control her relative movement very well since she was
holding herself up. When I pulled back,
her mouth came off him a little. It was
like I was fucking her mouth with Tim’s cock and mine at the same time. Or was I fucking Tim with her mouth? In any case, everything was happening in the
rhythm I was controlling. If you had to
do something gay, this is the way to go, I remember thinking at the time.
Tim
was the first to come and he must have been saving it up for a while because
Tracy couldn't or didn't want to swallow it all. She turned her head sideways and let his cock
spurt across her cheek as I continued to pound her. There was a real mess on his pants from her
mouth.
Tracy
just stayed in his lap and he couldn't do anything about cleaning up. She still had her eyes closed and her cheek
was rubbing his wet cock each time I pushed in.
Now I could tell on her face, she was getting close. She let out a scream which scared Tim. I came right behind her. Pun and orgasm intended.
I
think this was our first actual manage a trois, and she seemed to liked being
controlled. She didn't have to be
responsible for anything. She liked
guiltless sex. But other times, she
seemed to use the guilt on herself to raise the level of tension. Go figure.
Or how about some poetry instead?
And
some in dreams assured were
Of
the spirit that plagued us so:
Nine
fathom deep he had followed us
From
the land of mist and snow.
And
every tongue, through utter drought,
Was
withered at the root;
We
could not speak, no more than if
We
had been choked with soot.
Ah!
well a-day! what evil looks
Had
I from old and young!
Instead
of the cross, the Albatross
About
my neck was hung.
Our Game of Orgasm
One
Saturday morning, I kept teasing Tracy but just wouldn't let her come. I then defined a game to see who could make
the other one come first.
We
play at home for a couple of hours and when we got to work (the doors were locked
on Saturdays), I kept teasing her. Tim
was in the building working on something again.
He was around a lot during that time.
I don't think he had much of a personal life. Or maybe he just wanted to be on hand in case
he was needed. Whatever the case, we
used him as a foil. I think part of the
tension was how far each of us would go without him catching us.
I
finally got her pants off and started rubbing my dick up and down her slit from
behind. But I wouldn't put it in. Every now and then, she would spin around and
suck on me trying to get me to come. But
I held off.
Just
then Tim walked in and I expanded the game.
I told Tim he could do anything except put it in her cunt. I needed help or she was going to win for
sure. He got her into a 69 and I started
playing with her nipples. She started
breathing hard. I said this is too easy
and picked her up and put her in the chair across from her desk. It was one of those chrome tube things with
lots of padding and arm rests.
I
told Tim to get behind her and play with her tits. I was definitely directing again. She still had on her shirt, but he unbuttoned
it and unsnapped her bra. Next, I told
him to let her slowly slide off the chair.
I got under the chair on my back and lined up with her cunt.
As
I teased her with just the head of my dick, Tim had his hands under her arms
and was playing with her tits. I told
Tim to let her down a little bit farther and I started fucking her with just
the head of my cock.
Again,
she had NO control over what was happening.
She started making the funniest noise.
It was sort of a grunt as my dick went in which would abruptly stop as I
stopped. The sound effects tracked the
movement of my dick. This turned into a
loud pant and I told Tim to drop her.
She
went all the way down on my cock as she broke into a scream and started riding
me hard. I was doing to her what she had
been doing to Tim for several weeks, teasing the hell out of her. I believe she actually won the game, but I
didn't admit it, and she didn't ask.
Later
she told me it was the most frustrating yet satisfying orgasms she had ever had,
at least until then. Later, someone else
set a new standard.
Poor
Tim got kind of lost in the shuffle. I
think he might have gotten sloppy seconds that day, but I don't recall. I was still recovering. It was a fuck I'll never forget. Our honeymoon had been extended in a new,
strange and exotic way.
Home Alone
I
guess it was a week or so later Tracy came bouncing into the office after being
out on an install with Tim. But she was
alone. I asked her what happened to Tim.
She
said, "I sent him back to the job to finish. But first I fucked his brains out."
It
was the line from Flash Dance, one of her favorite movies.
My
jaw dropped.
I
said, "I thought you were going to wait until I was there to actually let
him fuck you. You were only supposed to
tease him."
"I
didn't plan it that way. It just
happened," as if this made everything fine. She then told me HOW it happened.
Apparently,
they weren't ready for the install when they got out to the site, so they went
over to our house to get a Pepsi. It was
the middle of the summer and they were both kind of sweaty so she started
rubbing the cold can around her nipples to get them hard while smiling at
Tim. He loved to see her nipples.
Next
she started rubbing the can on her legs to cool off. She was sitting on the couch with her feet on
the coffee table and kept pushing her dress up higher with the Pepsi can. Tim simply sat across the room and stared.
She
looked him in the eye and said, "Suck my toes." He was sitting on the coffee table in less
than a second pulling her shoes off. He definitely had a thing for feet. She said it felt so good, she just closed her
eyes and continued moving the can higher until she was rubbing it against her
clit.
She
said that it seemed to be getting hotter and that her smell was filling the
room. She hardly ever mentioned odor so
it must have been pronounced. And then
she thought, "Why am I doing all the work here." She opened her eyes, looked right at him and
said, "Take off my panties."
Again,
there was no delay. Tim didn't take any initiative, but he sure took orders
well. She thought he would do something
now, but he just sat there licking her toes and holding her legs apart so he
could watch her get wetter and wetter.
At last she said, "Put your tongue in me."
She
said she grabbed the back of his head and it didn't take long to come. The second time apparently took a little
longer but she didn't let him up in between.
She said she just kept humping his face rolling around on the couch.
She
said it felt so good she was starting to feel guilty, so next she told him that
he could fuck her if he could get it in before she counted to ten.
She
said she started slow but, seven, eight and nine went fast as she tried to beat
him. Apparently, they started wrestling
around at about ten and he didn't actually get it in until about eleven or
twelve. She said by that time, it felt
so good, she just let him continue.
After
he finally got it all the way in, he took the initiative and finished fast, then
held her for a long time. She said she
went into the bathroom and cleaned up before coming to tell me about it.
She
also said that she didn't want me to feel bad, but things just got carried
away. She said it was lots of fun
telling him what to do. She was like a
kid with a new toy. I guess that's why
they call it a boy-toy. She was having a
lot of fun with this whole thing. But it
was getting scarier for me. I asked her
to at least try to call me if she thought things were going to get out of hand.
I was definitely losing control. Read
some verse while I remember what happened next.
There
passed a weary time. Each throat
Was
parched, and glazed each eye.
A
weary time! a weary time!
How
glazed each weary eye,
When
looking westward, I beheld
A
something in the sky.
At
first it seemed a little speck,
And
then it seemed a mist:
It
moved and moved, and took at last
A
certain shape, I wist.
A
speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And
still it neared and neared:
As
if it dodged a water-sprite,
It
plunged and tacked and veered.
With
throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We
could not laugh nor wail;
Through
utter drought all dumb we stood!
I
bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And
cried, A sail! a sail!
With
throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape
they heard me call:
Gramercy!
they for joy did grin,
And
all at once their breath drew in,
As
they were drinking all.
This Tastes Funny
It
was only a few days later. I again was the first one to go home to get the
girls dinner and ready for bed. Tracy
said she would be along shortly, but when she didn't show by eight, I decided
to call.
Sure
enough, Tim had worked late too. They
were laughing about something and I was supposed to guess. Things were getting out of control again. We played word games for a few minutes and I
could tell the topic was sex. I figured
she was making Tim eat her out again, but she said she wasn't. In the process of trying to figure out what
was going on and gaining some measure of control, I got an idea for another
game.
I
told Tracy she had to do whatever I described over the phone. First I had her take her panties off. She laughed and said, "OK, they're
off." Next I had her lay on the
desk and play with herself while still talking to me on the phone.
She
was getting into it and Tim was right there watching, but I wanted her to do
all the work this time. I wanted her to
be HIS toy for a change. I would provide
the initiative he seemed to lack.
In
a few minutes, I told her to BEG him to come over to the desk so she could take
his cock out of his pants. As I told her
to put it in her mouth she started laughing again. I could hear him laughing as well.
"What
the hell is so funny?" I demanded.
"Guess,"
was her response.
Then
she added, "I'll give you hint.
This tastes kind of funny."
Then
it hit me.
"How
long ago?" I asked.
"Well,
it isn't dry yet," she answered, laughing again.
Apparently,
he finally took the initiative on his own.
Later she told me she didn't want to discourage him so she just went
along with it. He took her into the
other office so he could see if I pulled into the parking lot (he still seemed
to be worried about me). There he laid
her on a table and did her in the missionary position.
She
said she finally came with him in her because he was being so forceful and she
liked it. She said he asked her not to
tell me, but she told him she wanted no secrets. When I called, they were discussing what
happened and couldn't help but laugh when I turned it into phone sex.
As
I was talking to her, she started making a grunting noise and I asked her what
was going on. She said, "He's doing
it again. I guess I was too busy talking
to keep him satisfied with my mouth."
Then
I heard them both grunting and heard him yell as he came in her for the second
time that night. I don't know if she
came or not, but I certainly did. I had
taken my cock out while on the phone and I didn't even have to stroke it. Just the pressure of holding it tight and her
grunting voice sent me over the top. After he got off her, she came home and we
fucked all night again. This was a very hot time together.
Home Alone Again (or so they
thought)
Now
things were definitely out of control.
Tim was taking the initiative and she was letting him. I started trying
to guess when and where it would happen next.
There were a lot of failed attempts, but I did catch them at home one
other time. It was a purely voyeuristic
experience.
Watching
the schedule, I noticed they were both out on a job which was near our
house. I rushed home and parked two
streets over. I went over the back fence
and into the sliding glass door in the back in case they were already there.
I
shouldn't have worried. It was over an
hour later when they finally showed up, but I still almost got caught. I had been calling the office to see if they
had returned and was on the phone when they walked in the door. It was a good thing they were talking or they
would have heard me.
We
had a loft overlooking the living room full of kid’s toys. I had plenty of time to set up a good blind
with the girls' play-house. This hiding
place was also good because if I lay on the floor at the top of the spiral
staircase, I could look over the edge and see back into the bedroom as
well. That is, if they didn't close the
door.
I
shouldn't have worried. They stayed in
the living room. It was a lot like how
she described it before. She sat on the
couch and was drinking a Pepsi.
He
started rubbing her feet. She just
leaned back and closed her eyes and he started moving up her legs. But then something different happened. She pushed him away and went into the
bathroom without saying a word.
Tim
sat there drinking his Coke (we kept Coke around for him). In a couple of minutes, she walked out
totally naked. This too was different. She seemed very relaxed. It was hard to tell who was supposed to be
doing what.
She
walked over to the TV and picked up the controller, then returned to the couch
and her Pepsi. I guess she was just too
hot with all her clothes on.
She
started flipping channels and he started rubbing her feet again. She kept her legs together, but her knees
were kind of up. I'm sure he was getting a great show through her ankles.
After
a while she set her Pepsi down. He kept
working on the calves of her legs.
Gradually, her legs began to open and he worked his hands higher. Then her legs fell all the way open and she
reached out and pulled his head in between them.
She
seemed to be watching TV, but pretty soon she dropped the TV controller and put
both hands on his head. Now he was
moving around but keeping his head between her legs. At first I couldn't figure it out.
Then
I got it. He was unbuckling his pants
while continuing to eat her out. Pretty
soon he was naked too and she pushed him back on the floor. Next, she straddled him facing mostly away
from me. She lowered herself to the tip of his cock. I watched as she rubbed his hard-on up and
down her slit from behind. This was hot!
I was watching live porn except the
angle could have been better.
At
first I thought she was teasing him, but it didn't last long enough for
that. I watched her raise up a little
more and then sit down on him. She hadn’t
been teasing. She had been getting him
wet. Her ass went all the way down and
she started making little circles as she threw her hair back with both hands
and closed her eyes again.
She
wasn't moving around now but I could see something was going on inside because
of the way her ass was contracting and relaxing. She was milking his cock with her vaginal
muscles like she did with me.
Then
I heard her say, "Not yet," as she jumped off and to the side of
him. I couldn't see what was happening
at first but she turned around and started stroking his cock as he spurted on
his own belly.
"Too
late!" she said laughing.
She
kept jacking him off anyway as he finished spurting.
Next
she threw her leg over his face and lowered her cunt to his mouth. She just kept playing with his cock as it got
soft. She wiped the rest of the come on
his leg and then started gently sucking the head of his dick into her
mouth. Pretty soon it started getting
hard again.
As
soon as she got it back up, she lay down beside him and said, "Do it hard
and fast. This time you'll take
longer."
And
he did. I had the perfect position to
watch his dick going in and out of her.
I was close enough to see all the details if I stayed down on the floor
of the loft.
The
hair around the bottom of her cunt was matted with her own juices. Everything was wet and shiny. His balls came down and hit her ass as he
went all the way in. I had never
realized it before but there is another inch of cock just past the base of your
balls that never seems to go in. A guy's
cock is longer underneath than it is on top.
With today's porn, this fact is obvious.
Back then it was one of those details you remember when you watch another
guy fuck your wife.
Anyway,
she was right. He lasted a long time
this round, though it seemed that he got a little soft now and then because he
shortened his stroke. She started little
whimpers which turn into grunts and then yells as she came. He kept banging away even after she came, and
he did seem to get harder as he was back to full form. And it didn't take him long to catch up. He was maybe a minute or two behind. She wasn't usually this vocal with me. I was usually noisier. Was the vocal performance for him? Or did it have to do with relative dominance?
He
quickly rolled off but his wet dick was still lying against her leg. It left a trail of slime like a snail had
crawled across her thigh. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever
seen. I hadn't come yet because of my
hiding place, but I carefully reached into my pants which were unbuttoned.
I
came in about three strokes as I watched her with her legs wide open dragging
the come from her pussy up over her pubic hair at the top of her cunt. She was twirling the wet hair into little
circles. She made five of six of these
little curls before she would comb them out with her fingers and start over
with more of Tim's come. I wondered what
was going through her mind. I KNEW what
was going through mine - this was a VERY hot scene for any voyeur watching any
couple. It was even hotter for me
watching my wife get fucked.
All
of a sudden, they were up and out of the house.
I don't know how, but I beat them back to the office. Maybe they stopped by the job site again. I wasn't sure and didn't ask.
It
wasn't until later that night when I slid into her that she told me about
it. I didn't tell her I'd been
watching. I didn't want her wondering
when I'd be around.
She
said it was his idea, so she went along.
She was trying to teach him how to take the initiative. She was also trying to teach him how to
fuck. He seemed to be doing OK to me.
See!
see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither
to work us weal;
Without
a breeze, without a tide,
She
steadies with upright keel!
The
western wave was all a-flame
The
day was well nigh done!
Almost
upon the western wave
Rested
the broad bright Sun;
When
that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt
us and the Sun.
And
straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's
Mother send us grace!)
As
if through a dungeon-grate he peered,
With
broad and burning face.
Alas!
(thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How
fast she nears and nears!
Are
those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like
restless gossameres!
Are
those her ribs through which the Sun
Did
peer, as through a grate?
And
is that Woman all her crew?
Is
that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is
DEATH that woman's mate?
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