View from the Closet

View from the Closet

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A man and wife explore their shared fantasy of exhibition and voyeurism.

Summary

A man and wife explore their shared fantasy of exhibition and voyeurism.

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Submitted: November 27, 2012

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Submitted: November 27, 2012

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Crouching in the dark confines of the closet, Paul waited anxiously for his wife and the man she had picked up at the bar to come into the bedroom. He could hear them in the living room, talking in low tones and sporadic muffled laughter. In his mind's eye, he could see them sitting on the sofa drinking, touching and teasing each other. “I wished they would get in here, this closet is making me claustrophobic,” he thought. Visions of a man and Jennifer burned erotically in his brain.

Paul was sure excitement coursed through the stranger's head too, excited with the prospect of bedding her. Jennifer can be a real prick teaser without trying. Just the sight of her was a carnal temptation to men. He had watched other men's reactions for years. Jennifer created comment and erections around the room at parties, nightclubs, grocery stores, practically anywhere. She loved to dance and since Paul didn’t dance enough for her, she would often dance with other men. Men would make fools of themselves on the dance floor, trying to put moves on Jenn. She enjoyed tantalizing them at times too, dancing just as dirty as the men do. It excites her to have other men want her, flirt with her and try to pick her up. Paul had to admit it made him hot to watch the effect she had on other men and it was entertaining. The couple was totally committed to one another, however, they did enjoy foreplay with others. Paul encouraged her because of the benefits he reaped when they got home. They would both be ready for some hot sex.

Alone in the darkness, Paul's sense of smell, touch, hearing and his vivid imagination became more acute as he peered into the bedroom through the louvered door. The closet smelled faintly of worn clothing and leather shoes. He could smell Jennifer's fragrance, not just her perfume but her femininity, all about him. She always smelled so good, he could never get enough of her. Blindly reaching around he found the hamper and chanced upon a pair of panties Jenn had worn earlier in the day. Putting them to his nose he breathed in that sweet familiar bouquet that he loved so much. A tingle started in his crotch and quickly flooded him with desire for her.

“I'll be right back...make another drink, would you?” Jennifer's voice was in the bedroom. She closed the door and whispered, “Paul are you here?”


“Yes, what's taking so long?” came Paul's muted response from the closet.


Jennifer opened the closet door and squat down to where he was sitting, still holding her panties in his hand. Her skirt rode up showing her panties wet with desire. “We're about ready to come in, are you sure you're going to be alright with this? We don’t have to do it.”


“I’m fine, just hurry up. I'm going crazy waiting for you.” he pleaded. She saw her panties in his hand as she gave him a wet kiss, swirling her tongue around his lips before she broke free and stood. “I'll make it good for you, sweetie,” she whispered, closing the door.

Jenn and Paul had fantasized about this moment for a long time; now, it was finally going to happen. They talked at length about how she would go to a bar not far from their home and pick up a man of her choosing. A scenario she had fantasized but had been too afraid of doing on her own. She would bring him home, saying that her husband was out-of-town, not to be home until the next day. Jennifer would complain about how he didn't satisfy her. Paul would conceal himself in one of the two closets, watching through the louvered doors. She, in turn, would put on a sex show for him with the other man. Jennifer wanted Paul there in case anything undesirable should happen and she knew he would enjoy the show. Paul was a voyeur at heart and loved to watch others. Jenn leaned toward exhibitionism so it wasn't like they were cheating on each other and could still experience their fantasies covertly. Sort of having their cake and eating it too. Paul and Jenn had great sex when they acted out fantasies and both loved to share their vivid imaginations. It added new dimensions to their lovemaking, allowing them the freedom to experience anything they wanted.

Light burst through the louvers of the closet door. In his surprise, Paul almost lost his balance and fell against the closet shelves. “Now that would be great, he thought, Murphy's Law in the bedroom!”

Jennifer quickly dimmed the lights and chided the man for breaking the romantic spell. He responded by grabbing her around the waist, pulling her close, his whiskey-tasting mouth finding her plump scarlet lips. She pulled away shoving the man to the bed, not interested in kissing him or having some “romantic encounter”. To her, this was purely sexual. Once he was seated, she slipped off his shoes and socks and then began undoing his belt.
 

“Hey there honey, you're in a hell of a hurry aren't you? Slow down,” he said in his drunken drawl. He fell back on the bed as she pulled the pants from his legs. Paul could clearly see the huge bulge in his jockey shorts.

“Just relax and let me do my thing, believe me, you'll get your chance,” she said smiling.

Jenn kicked off her shoes and crawled between his legs. Remembering her husband, she positioned herself so as not to block his view. She pulled off the man's underwear and exposed that bulge. It looked thick and heavy in her small hands as he rested on his elbows watching her every move.

She waved his growing cock in the air and said, “This is what I've been wanting.”

“It's all yours tonight baby!” he said falling back against the pillows. He was a big man, Jenn barely stood to his shoulder and it looked like everything else was proportional.

A small flame of jealousy flared in Paul's head but was quickly extinguished by his rising excitement of watching Jennifer have sex in front of him with another man. He squeezed his own rigid cock and clenched his pubic muscles again and again as his fantasy unfolded.

Shooting a quick smile at the closet doors, Jennifer began to pull on his cock feeling the full weight and girth of it in her hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she kissed the head and ran her tongue around it, leaving a trail of saliva. The man moaned. Paul couldn't see his face but he knew exactly what the man was feeling. He watched breathlessly as his wife's mouth stretched slowly to envelop the man and started working up and down the length of him. Her hands gripping what she couldn't take in her mouth. He grew longer and thicker as she manipulated his shaft. “My God, Paul thought, this guy is hung.” Another pang of jealousy struck him, or was it penis-envy?

He rubbed his own hardness through his pants and could feel a wet spot developing. He lowered his sweat pants and let them slip quietly to the carpet, exposing his own naked stiffness.

Jennifer's skirt was around her waist and the man's fingers searched the thin fabric of her panties for the leg opening. His broad fingers disappeared beneath the flimsy material. Becoming frustrated with her panties, the brute ripped them off roughly and squeeze her bare bottom.

“Oh what a cave man! I think I like that. Are you going to fuck me hard from behind too?” Jenn's glistening wetness evident on her inner thighs. She was seldom dry, always wet and willing after a minimum of foreplay.

“I plan on fucking you as many ways as it takes until we both cum so you better be ready.” He said gruffly.

“That's what I wanted to hear, now lay back and let me have my way,” Jennifer demanded.

Her mouth was busy on him now, making vulgar slurping sounds as she devoured his hardness for Paul’s pleasure. Knowing Paul was there watching, increased her excitement, making her fluids run. She took her mouth from his prick to look hungrily at it and slowly run her fist up and down the massive cock. Pulling on it like a cow's teat, she urged a large flood of clear liquid to fountain down the head, licking it off before it fell to the bed. Paul watched intently as she pulled the skin back and forth over the wet and slippery head. Smiling again in his direction, she pointed the wet, shiny cock head at Paul, teasing him, before bringing it back to her mouth and plunging her cherry lips over it again.

The man fingered Jennifer's wet slit, spreading copious juices over her shaved, puffy, pussy lips. First one then two sausage-sized fingers slipped into her making her quiver and squeal with pleasure.

“Oh god, I need your cock inside me now.” she breathed, as he pulled out his fingers, wet with her sweet nectar.

Jenn rose to her knees and swung a leg over him, sandwiching his engorged dick between her wet pussy and his stomach. She slid back and forth along the length of him, and with one fluid move pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the dresser, releasing those big, beautiful, firm tits to his eyes and hands. He attacked them greedily, massaging them, pulling her down to suckle her erect nipples. Reaching between her legs she played his bulbous head along her glistening slit. Her lips parted, swollen with her excitement. Protruding provocatively amid them was her pink and very erect clitoris. She pressed his shaft into her ever so slowly, at last consuming his entire length within her. Paul watched, transfixed, as the man’s massive cock stretched her open, gradually disappearing an inch at a time.

“Oh Fuck! You're big, take it easy on me.” she pleaded.

He didn't respond as Jenn slowly rode him with that hip rocking motion Paul loved so much. The reflection in the mirror was confirmation of her pleasure. With her head thrown back, mouth open and eyes squeezed tightly closed, she slowly rode the man’s fleshy tower. Jenn spread her ass cheeks giving her husband a perfect view of the action. Their combined juices flooding down his cock with each stroke as it pumped in and out of her.

Paul stroked his own hard member as he watched that amazing cock disappear again and again into his wife's hot, libidinous pussy.

Jennifer began to bounce wantonly on the man's lap. Her breath was coming in whistling gasps from between her clenched teeth. Suddenly, with an “Oh god...oh god...yes,” she came; her body became frozen in orgasm. The man continued to pump away into her rigid body, prolonging Jenn's shattering climax. At length, she fell to his chest and he slowed his thrusts to a more leisurely pace once more. For a few minutes, he kept up the unhurried probing as she lay regaining her breath and savoring the delicious feeling of him inside her. Jenn was seized by the differences in these two men. One a wonderfully attentive and accomplished lover that held her heart, the other a stranger, rough, demanding, forceful, a giant of a man. She would take Paul over this man every time, but the contrast between them was exciting and breathtaking for an occasional change.

“I want you on your knees, I'm gonna fuck you from behind so I can look at that beautiful ass of yours,” he demanded. Jennifer did as he commanded, his cock popped out with a flood of wetness, and slapped heavily against his stomach. She would allow him control but only to a point.

“Damn girl, you’re sure one juicy little piece of ass.”

Rolling over to her knees, she positioned herself for Paul's benefit. With her ass high in the air, back arched and her face deep into the pillows, her sex clearly visible, pink, swollen, and sodden with her climax, the man maneuvered behind her, his large prick bobbing salaciously in front of him. He took hold of it and brought it to her waiting opening. It slid into her now with ease. His balls were tight and cuddled closely to his body signifying that he too was close to orgasm. After a moment, he began to move his hips in a languid rhythm, using the long, deep strokes that Jennifer loved so much.

Paul, on his knees, eyes fixed on the scene before him, continued to stroke himself. He was wet and slippery from his own juices and spread them over his rigid length. He was so aroused watching these two fuck in front of him that he felt several times that he would either come or pass out from the excitement. Paul was especially aroused because he knew this was a dangerous, covert act. It reminded him of when he was a boy watching the girl next door shower through her bathroom window. The illicit nature of the act and the thought of being discovered was exhilarating beyond belief.

Now, as then, his face felt hot and flushed, his breath came fast and shallow. He felt dizzy as blood rushed loudly in his ears. “Can they hear me?” he wondered. “Would my breathing or heartbeat give me away? Would I be found out?” Thankfully, they had left the radio on in the other room just loud enough to cover any extraneous noise that he might make, short of passing out and falling against the shelves.

He forced that notion out of his mind as the stranger picked up his thrusting tempo. He was close to coming and looked huge and hard as steel as he impaled Jenn on his pumping shaft. Her moans were getting louder now as sweat collected on their bodies, making them both glisten and shine in the low light of the bedroom. They were both moaning now in time to his thrusting. Jennifer met his lunges with her own as they both worked toward his explosive climax.

Paul too was nearing orgasm as he watched them and stroked himself with ever increasing vigor. He really wanted to come out of the closet and give his bursting dick to her to suck while she was being fucked by this other man's cock. He wanted to join in their reverie, be a part of the show, he wanted to give her the gratification of a two-man orgasm. She had told him of her fantasy of having sex with two men at once and the mental picture of it sent him over the edge. Paul's cock jumped repeatedly in his hand as his seed shot into her panties, still in his hand. It was all he could do to hold back his own cries of ecstasy by biting his lip as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through his body.

He was not alone. The stranger's orgasm now burst forth.

“Oh... Baby...Oh my god...you feel so good on my cock!” his teeth clenched tightly. His muscular ass contracting with each load as his white lava spewed into her prompting Jennifer to orgasm again. The two writhed in their pleasure. Jennifer continued the milking motion with her hips, squeezing every last drop from his throbbing organ. Still planted deep inside her he crooned his satisfaction with her performance as they finally collapsed to the bed. They lay next to each other in silence for a while until at last Jennifer said that he should go in the event her husband came home early. She thanked the man, grabbed a wrap and closed the door behind her to the bathroom. The man, gratified, dressed quickly and left the bedroom without another word. The room now humid with the smell of their sex, Paul heard the front door close and the man's car drives away.

Paul appeared in the living room just as Jennifer came from the bathroom still disheveled and smiling.

“Was it as good as you expected? Paul asked. I hope you enjoyed your fantasy fuck, I certainly did!”

“Oh yes”, she swooned. “I thought of you watching me, watching him with me. I couldn't stop coming. Did you like watching us?” she gushed, with that evil grin she gets when she talks about sex. They talked and played with each other into the early morning hours reliving the night's action and made plans for their next adventure.


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