Straight Male / 33
An old friend of mine (from childhood) married to a lovely young woman. She became a fast friend of mine as well and in time revealed quietly to me that, unknown to her husband, she was bisexual and had a female lover but neither of them could afford to pay for a hotel for flings. After a time I decided to allow them to use my place. They did it on a set schedule and once in a while I was out in the field, drove to my house and listened to them from outside the bedroom window.
My friend's wife's lover, plain looking until she removes her dress, which I have now seen, was a constant stream of babbling about their sex, how she felt, gave directions for other positions, etc. etc. I found myself lurking outside the room like a fuzzy weirdo, flogging the shit out of my sad monkey, hard. One day, while they were at it, after shooting my volume on the outside wall, I went in to quench my thirst with a glass of cold water out of my fridge. My friend's wife came out to the kitchen, barefooted, semi-nude, and we started chatting. I gave her a two gulp drink of cold water from my glass. She then looked at me closely and gave me a scalding, hot French kiss and I can still feel her tongue and taste strong pussy in her mouth. The memory makes my cock stand up and salute old glory.
She then went back to the bedroom and, after a while, came out and told me I could watch if I wanted. Eventually, it evolved to my watching and their watching me, in turn, wanking, while I watched them. Once in a while I would ask, "69, please, I love seeing that," and they would do it. The loud slurping usually made me blast away into a paper tissue or towel.
At this juncture it has not progressed beyond that but I spend a lot of time daydreaming about all the events that I would love to do to them and for them. In the meantime, my old, childhood friend has no clue of the secret life his wife and I are leading. It all keeps me alive with hopes and dreams. This is both sweet, bitter, and guilt-laden to me. However, no complaints thus far. One never knows where it is all headed. after all.
My friend's wife's lover, plain looking until she removes her dress, which I have now seen, was a constant stream of babbling about their sex, how she felt, gave directions for other positions, etc. etc. I found myself lurking outside the room like a fuzzy weirdo, flogging the shit out of my sad monkey, hard. One day, while they were at it, after shooting my volume on the outside wall, I went in to quench my thirst with a glass of cold water out of my fridge. My friend's wife came out to the kitchen, barefooted, semi-nude, and we started chatting. I gave her a two gulp drink of cold water from my glass. She then looked at me closely and gave me a scalding, hot French kiss and I can still feel her tongue and taste strong pussy in her mouth. The memory makes my cock stand up and salute old glory.
She then went back to the bedroom and, after a while, came out and told me I could watch if I wanted. Eventually, it evolved to my watching and their watching me, in turn, wanking, while I watched them. Once in a while I would ask, "69, please, I love seeing that," and they would do it. The loud slurping usually made me blast away into a paper tissue or towel.
At this juncture it has not progressed beyond that but I spend a lot of time daydreaming about all the events that I would love to do to them and for them. In the meantime, my old, childhood friend has no clue of the secret life his wife and I are leading. It all keeps me alive with hopes and dreams. This is both sweet, bitter, and guilt-laden to me. However, no complaints thus far. One never knows where it is all headed. after all.
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