"Voyeuring" while not there. Huh? SeXStoRY

“Voyeuring” while not there. Huh? By a_monogamous_3some Years ago during one of my wife’s and my sexual “sessions” with our good guy friend, I experienced an extreme sexual thrill from a very unexpected situation. We were having a full-fledged threesome on this night and nothing was done in private. Our friend and I normally treat my wife with loving respect but on this night my wife was getting an unusually rough workout. He and I normally take turns making love to her. But on this night we were “fucking” her. Fucking the shit out of her, actually. All three of us were wicked horny. In the missionary position, one which we guys usually respectfully stroke my wife while kissing her passionately; on this night we took turns pounding her. Because she was unusually horny, my wife really got into the roughness and would often times pull her knees up to her chest and verbally egg us on to power fuck her as hard as we could. He and I were slamming into her cervix, which seemed to heighten her desire for even harder thrusting. Several times I saw my wife under our friend, she pulling her knees up to her chest and curling her abdomen upwards so she could see the action. Understand, my wife knows how to have sex and knows what we two guys like. In a brazen effort to drive me wild she would let out friend power fuck her, her curled abdomen tightening her already firm breasts so that with each slamming, deep thrust into her pussy her breasts would shake like rock hard implants (but hers are natural). And to heighten my voyeuristic pleasure she’d look over me at times, telling our friend over and over again to “Fuck me harder! Harder! Come on, fuck me HARDER!!” When lustfully barking out these orders her eyes would peer into mine as if showing me this is the way a REAL MAN fucks! Though she was making direct eye contact with me she had “shark eyes”. She wasn’t connecting with me, her mind was somewhere else. My eyes would always return back to the sight of her breasts; smack, shake, smack, shake, smack, shake…..my God he was fucking her the shit out of her. When fucking her doggy, he and I took turns showing how hard we could fuck her. It had almost become a contest to see who could fuck her the hardest. When I’d fuck her he’d kneel beside me, stroking himself, and watch my cock slamming full length into her, over and over again. When he entered her I did the same but because she was my wife I took the liberty to reach over her back and pull her cheeks open, making her vagina even more vulnerable to his deep thrusts. By this time my wife had been seriously fucked and her pussy was burping out loose farts and huge belches pretty much continuously. These sounds drive me crazy with lust so I decided that I was going to cum in her. The intensity had made us all “iron men” and "iron women” because, as horny as we were, all the intense fucking had almost made us numb. It wasn’t as easy as one might expect to get off inside my wife. Usually, when I put my mind to it, I can ejaculate whenever I want. But not tonight. I entered my wife doggy and tried long strokes, deep strokes, slow strokes – all felt good but not enough to get me to ejaculate. Our friend was kneeling beside her, keenly looking at me work her pussy, me trying so hard to get off. I finally placed my hands around the circumference of her opening so I could tighten her up. That was all I needed. I slowly stroked the head of my cock in and out of her now tight opening and began to ejaculate inside her. With just the head of me cock inside her opening, the length of my shiny shaft was fully exposed. Our guy friend and I looked down and watched my cock jolt and spasm while it heaved out 7 or 8 big squirts of semen. God, it felt good. It looked nice too! Sexually satisfied, I said I needed a break and left the room to smoke joint. It was a summer night so I sat out on the patio toking up all by myself, naked, and with a flaccid but still firm, post-orgasmic cock. Life was good! The evening was so warm and pretty that I decided to sit out there longer than I originally anticipated. I sat there by myself for over an hour and then decided to go back in the house and check on things. Our house was large and carpeted so they probably wouldn’t hear me walking back in unless I announced myself, which I didn’t. I wasn’t sneaking up in them, I was just returning to the bedroom. As I made the final turn in the hallway and walked towards our bedroom I could hear the sounds of my wife power fucking – and she was getting ready to cum. Instinctively I stopped dead in my tracks. I stood there silently, listening. My hearing was so tuned in it felt like my ears got hot. And then, by pure coincidence, my wife began to cum. My return timing had been perfect. My mind quickly raced with questions about EXACTLY what they were doing. Missionary? Was she riding him? No sooner had these questions raced through my mind than did I get my answer. I heard my wife groan and knew she was going to cum. I heard their skin slapping together, it obvious that he was fucking her in such a way that he was going to finish her off. Then my wife groaned out a deep, slow “Oooooh Gooooodddddd…. And then she started to cum, her fucked out pussy burping and belching the most AMAZING sounds – sloppy, wet, totally unnatural sounds – like her vagina was being ripping into pieces Over and over again with each orgasmic contraction it belched and burped. I had my answer, he got her off with a hard doggy! I continued to silently stand there, keenly listening to every sound. I heard them move around in bed, my wife telling him (and I quote), “Oh my God that felt good. Thank you!!!” I silently walked back out to the patio and sat in the chair. I used some suntan lotion to masturbate while I sat there. They came looking for me 10 or 15 minutes later, wondering what had happened to me. I presume they used that 15 minutes so my wife could get him off, somehow. I wondered how they did it, if they did it. I never told them that I had listened in on them. Nor did I tell them I had just gotten done masturbating. They never told me what they had done together. No mention of any orgasms; nothing. The three of us sat there for an hour or so, enjoying the warm night and finishing the joint that I had started earlier. I awoke early the next morning and picked the patio area before I left for an early morning meeting at work. My wife was still asl**p in bed. On the patio chair she sat the night before was our lavender colored beach towel. It was folded a couple of times to soften the seat of the patio chair. And right in the middle of it was an 8 inch in diameter wet spot. I picked up the towel and noticed that my wife had soaked through all the layers, she leaving a wet spot 4 inches across on the other side. As I walked through the kitchen on my way out I put the towel, wettest side up, on the counter above the dishwasher. On top of it I left a note saying “Love you!” And we’ve been doing this for 25 years now!