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Wet Stories
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Straight Female / 47
Ultimate Voyeur Experience
Going back to July 2020. Our small business was struggling, we were working out of our house, our outside sales assistant doing her best on zoom. We had a push and she came over so she and my husband could get the order and get all the paperwork. They set up at the dining table, side by side. My instincts went up and I could see her leaning on him, he was rubbing her shoulder, whispering, face to face a kiss holding before they refocused on work. The coup came when he returned to the table and before sitting down he put his hand under her breast and kissed her neck, an aggressive man kiss, her head thrown back, his hand massaging her breast, she was ripe for picking.
I said nothing, did nothing, watched and listened as they talked back and forth, two lovers together again. The separation kiss when she left later that afternoon, hungry, intense, her eyes locked into the back of her head. Now my confession. It had been a long time since he had made advances on me like that and watching her respond drove my response, I not only got aroused, while he was kissing her goodnight I orgasmed, you know, week in the knees.
That night I confronted him, he denied that anything was going on and rejected my observations as seeing things that weren't there. A man massaging a woman's breast is not seeing things. In any event I told him if he wanted her, then do it, don't pussyfoot around. But I wanted to watch.
It was several weeks later, by then the conversation was open, she 'couldn't' do it if I was watching. But the times were bad, no human contact, my husband could not contain himself with her, she responded to him, and he took her one afternoon, on the bedspread, her legs fighting him as he imposed himself on her. I got my orgasm, my hand in my pants, he got his orgasm, his dick in her vagina, she had her orgasm, losing control of her emotions, trying to buck him off.
Things are back to normal, we opened an office, the lovers are careful with displays if affection, but in the dark at night, when he mounts her, and imposes his sexual dominance on her, and not only can I watch, I can help caress her and stimulate her clit while I stimulate myself and time our orgasms.
I said nothing, did nothing, watched and listened as they talked back and forth, two lovers together again. The separation kiss when she left later that afternoon, hungry, intense, her eyes locked into the back of her head. Now my confession. It had been a long time since he had made advances on me like that and watching her respond drove my response, I not only got aroused, while he was kissing her goodnight I orgasmed, you know, week in the knees.
That night I confronted him, he denied that anything was going on and rejected my observations as seeing things that weren't there. A man massaging a woman's breast is not seeing things. In any event I told him if he wanted her, then do it, don't pussyfoot around. But I wanted to watch.
It was several weeks later, by then the conversation was open, she 'couldn't' do it if I was watching. But the times were bad, no human contact, my husband could not contain himself with her, she responded to him, and he took her one afternoon, on the bedspread, her legs fighting him as he imposed himself on her. I got my orgasm, my hand in my pants, he got his orgasm, his dick in her vagina, she had her orgasm, losing control of her emotions, trying to buck him off.
Things are back to normal, we opened an office, the lovers are careful with displays if affection, but in the dark at night, when he mounts her, and imposes his sexual dominance on her, and not only can I watch, I can help caress her and stimulate her clit while I stimulate myself and time our orgasms.
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