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The slow steady drumming of the rain outside the door was
drowning out the moans inside. Looking in through an open window, all that Dave
saw was a fire, two half full glasses of champagne, a silver bowl of
strawberries and another bowl of cream. That simple tranquility would have been
broken by a whimpering cry of deepened ecstasy ringing from the room if Dave
could have heard it. Clothes were strewn across the furniture. A wet dress, red
brasserie, and a pair of trousers lay on the floor along with a striped button
up shirt. Dave pushed his face against the window, his breath fogging the glass
as he tried to see what was happening.

He believed his wife Tami was cheating on him. She had
become more distant, more secretive. What he saw here would be his proof. He
brought a camera to take pictures, then he would tell her their marriage was
OVER. The cold rain drenched his trench coat and Seattle Mariners baseball hat.
Still, he stood in the mud determined to find out…tonight. He crept in the
shadows along the wall of the house to the next window. There, he stared
through the camera into the dimly lit room and saw something moving. Through
the lens he saw a woman’s head moving up and down.

Dear Lord, it’s Tami!!!!!!

He could barely see her face but it was definitely Tami. In
horror, he watched his wife as she held onto another man’s penis, giving him a
blowjob like the ones only hookers give. A tear came to his eye as he saw Tami
throw her head back. A bead of drool trickled along the corner of her mouth and
she smiled wickedly. She still held fast to his enormous hard cock glistening
with her spit.

Tami’s flowing black hair hung across her face as she leaned
forward to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip moving
farther and farther down the shaft. She seemed to moan and abruptly pulled up
and stood before her lover. Dave saw she was wearing his favorite thong, the
white one with a frilly lace waistband, and no bra.

Tami cut the thong waistband with a pair of scissors and
tossed them aside, as her lover sat in front of her with an incredible hard-on.
There was wickedness to her tonight, a side Dave had not seen in quite a
while—a kind of dirty, naughty, frisky, “let’s fuck” attitude. As she straddled
her lover in the chair (Dave’s favorite chair for football), she reached down
and grabbed his cock in her palm and guided the hardness into her opening. The
cock twinged and flinched in her hand, as she first just spread her labia with
its tip then drew the swollen head into her. As if possessed she slid down the
length of it, and screamed in pleasure so ecstatic Dave could almost feel the
scream vibrate through him.

Strangely, Dave was aroused seeing his wife fucking another
guy. He watched as she grasped her lover’s wrists and showed him how she wanted
her breasts touched. Her nipples taut from excitement, she moved his fingers
against them. Dave remembered touching Tami like that and he was overcome by
the fear of losing her to this man.

When she reached her limit, she firmly pinned her lover’s
hands against the back of the chair and slammed against his torso making his
head jerk forward from the sheer force. She seemed almost desperate as she
reached down and frantically rubbed her clit while she fucked her lover. Dave
could see that her fingertips were wet from touching the entrance to her
desire. She took her fingertip and rubbed the juices from her sex along the
lips of his mouth, dipping a finger into her pussy and touching his lips again.
She then kissed his mouth and her hair fell forward, covering their faces. Her
chest had sweat on it from her non-stop rhythm of their sex. She slammed her
pussy frantically onto his hard cock. She rode his cock with abandon.

Her mouth opened wide and her eyes strained to stay open as
she shivered. She was so close. With an abrupt thrust that buried her lover’s
cock to the hilt, she looked up to the sky tears flowing from her eyes and she
collapsed and shook in a deep orgasmic climax that seemed to last forever. She
flipped her hair to stare into her lover’s eyes. Her face was blank, though her
body still jumped from the spastic contractions on his still rock-hard cock
inside her.

In a jealous rage Dave broke in the door and rushed into the
living room. Tami grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Dave was crying as he
pointed the gun at her. How could she do this to him after everything they’ve
been through?

He couldn’t do it. He screamed at the stranger to stand up.
But he remained motionless. Dave was a volcano of emotional pain. He then
erupted and shot the lover in the back of the head three times. Tami screamed
as the plastic scattered out across the floor and into the fire which hissed
and spit, then settled again. The quiet was deafening. Shock took over both of
them and a hissing noise echoed through the room.

Dave stood there dripping wet from the rain, crying,
thinking he had killed a man out of sheer jealousy.

In fact, he’d murdered…a mannequin.

Seems Tami had been secretive lately because she was feeling
unfulfilled. Her friend Joan had purchased her a “boytoy”. It was a life-size
rubber doll with attachable anatomy in various sizes. She had picked a large
(Dave was definitely a medium). The jumbo looked like it was for elephants.

She told him how being alone a lot had made her search for
alternatives and she couldn’t bring herself to cheat on him. So this was the
next best thing. Her biggest problem was that she had fallen in love with the
boytoy, or “MEAT” as she lovingly called him. He was always there when she
needed him. Stamina had never been a problem and the premature ejaculation
problem was never there. He never complained about her housecleaning. Never
nudged her in the ribs with morning breath, wanting sex. Didn’t eat everything
in the refrigerator and didn’t like sports. He actually listened when she
talked. Never told her to lose weight. He made love on demand and always
satisfied her and her friends when they stayed the night. He didn’t get
jealous. Didn’t fart in public and blame her. Let her go out with her friends.
He even cuddled with her as long as she wanted after sex. His only joy was
being there for her.

He was the perfect male.

The night was long and Melissa didn’t sleep very well with
the visions of the stranger and the Asian woman rushing through her head. Her
body still ached for the touch of a man because it had been a while. The
opportunity had arisen but the men she attracted were after one thing. She was
attractive and a very sensuous woman but her career and time weren’t on her
side. After college she rushed into the proverbial rat race and became another
rat.

Melissa awoke to the numbing buzz from the alarm clock at
5:30. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she stumbled to the bathroom hitting the
nightstand with her foot. The shower water covered her in warmth. She relaxed
and closed her eyes. She rubbed the washrag along the slick curves of her sore
muscles and smooth skin. The water caressed her flesh. Her hands wandered on
her body and as she closed her eyes she saw her strangers again. Not wanting to
scare the visions away, she kept her eyes shut tight and envisioned the man in
the shower with her.

A sudden warmth filled her as she rubbed the washcloth along
her pubic bone and the frill glanced off her pussy. She clenched her eyes
tight, grasping her breasts, but in her mind it was the stranger that grabbed
them. The taut nipples flashed shock waves straight to her clitoris as the
water streamed on them and trickled off the erect tips. Her body was on fire
and the wetness of the shower couldn’t stop the burn.

A deep moan echoed in the small glass shower as the
stranger’s tongue rubbed against her clit and Melissa leaned against the
ceramic tiled wall. The surface was slick and smooth against her face as the
rough wetness dug into her pussy. Leaning over to give the tonguing freer
access, she felt the water trickle along the cheeks of her ass.

She breathlessly envisioned the stranger’s long hard shaft
penetrating her opening. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, she pressed her
breasts against the wall while reaching her other arm up over her head. The
wet, smoothness of the wall made her feel as if she were being pushed against
it as the stranger drove into her from behind. There was a slow drumming
spatter of water as it slid down her back and fell from her hand as it pushed
her finger ever so deeply into her convulsing hole. Her desire was taking over
and she became flustered, forgetting where she was. Moaning loudly, she almost
cried from the sheer pleasure of these fantasies of her heart.

She moved her other hand up to her breasts and pulled hard
at her nipples, making them ache. As her climax approached Melissa found she
was unable to hold herself up. She turned and faced the showerhead. Her mouth
filled with water and she gasped.

Grabbing the showerhead off the hook she sat in the shower
and pressed the force of the water against her pussy. Vigorously she rubbed her
clit as the water washed the flesh of her pussy. When she came, she slammed her
back against the wall. She sat motionless and weak, while water gushed along
her thigh, washing her clean.

The morning flashed by and at work Melissa was a little more
relaxed than usual. Stretching her sore muscles, she walked home. As she
strolled up to the stairs to her apartment, she saw the stranger and Asian
woman approaching their complex across the way. They walked up to the set of
mailboxes right outside the door and stopped to talk to someone on the walkway
steps. Melissa saw the Asian woman open the bottom right mailbox and check her
mail. Then the couple went inside.

Being curious, Melissa walked across the street and looked
at the mailbox the woman had opened. “Tony and Kayla” she read off the mailbox.
So that’s who they are
, she thought finally putting a name to the images
in her head.

The next few nights flew by and every night Melissa would
check the window to see if they were there. Thursday on her way home from work,
she passed a pawnshop and saw a pair of binoculars in the window for fifty
bucks. An evil grin crossed her face and she stepped in. A few minutes later
after a little bartering she had the binoculars and 40 dollars less money. Now
she could see Tony and Kayla up closer and more personal.

She went home and took a long shower, then strolled into her
living room to watch “Sleepless in Seattle” again when she saw the binoculars
on the table. She giggled and picked them up, then walked over to the window
and looked out. She could see the park now. It was down the road and she could
never really see it from the apartment. She saw the lights of the city
flickering. She spent a while just gazing out her window seeing other
buildings. There was a woman walking her dog, two men kissing on a bench and a
couple fucking in a convertible.

A light shone out from Tony and Kayla’s apartment so she
turned to face it. The binoculars put her almost inside the room. She saw the
reflection in the hall mirror of someone running across the room. It looked
like they were fighting about something.

Should she watch? Should she turn away? Melissa was torn
again but continued to watch. She felt drawn in to watch them, even if she was
invading their privacy. Tony and Kayla were face to face yelling and she could
make out the words “Fuck you” more than once by reading their lips. Suddenly
Kayla slapped Tony’s face and jumped on him, smothering his mouth with her
tongue. She pushed him hard against the wall causing the hanging picture to
crash to the floor. Tony reached out to touch her and Kayla slapped his hand
away.

Desire burned inside of Melissa. She was transfixed by
Kayla’s power over Tony.

Kayla pulled at his shirt, tearing it open. Reaching over,
Kayla grabbed the letter opener on the desk and shredded the hole in his
T-shirt, then pulled it loose from his chest leaving the strands to hang. Tony
tried to move forward and Kayla shoved him against the wall again. Kayla was in
total control.

Melissa’s bathrobe opened as she stood staring at the
couple. The slight coolness of the room made her body chill even as her own
feelings warmed her. She rushed into her bedroom and pulled out her pocket
rocket toy and rushed back into the living room, not wanting to miss anything.
Melissa moved a chair over to the window and sat down, refocusing her eyes on
the couple.

Kayla was tugging at Tony’s belt and slung it from the
loops. She hung it around his neck and undid his pants, unzipping the front.
She reached her hand in the flap of his underwear, wrapping her hand around his
growing cock. Melissa looked closely through the binoculars at how Kayla was
biting his nipples and squeezing his large cock in her hand. Tony’s eyes were
closed and he looked like he was enjoying everything. Kayla knelt down before
Tony and slid his underwear down his flexed thighs.

Kayla showed no mercy as she took the entire length of
Tony’s cock deeply into her mouth. Tony stared skyward and grasped her head.
Kayla stood up and slapped his hands away. She turned his face against the wall
and slung the belt from around his neck, making him flinch in pain. She cruelly
wrapped his hands behind him.

Melissa’s view with the binoculars had her almost in the
room, feeling the heat between them. She found herself stroking her thighs with
her toy. The humming vibrations of the toy became less distracting and more
exhilarating. She stared as Kayla knelt down against the wall in front of Tony.
She grabbed his ass as he fucked her mouth.

Melissa’s pussy was afire and the toy seemed destined to
explore her heat.

Kayla grasped Tony’s thigh and pulled him towards her more
vigorously. Melissa moved to the corner of her window to see Tony’s cock slide
in and out of Kayla’s mouth. Her view became clear and she saw Kayla pull her
skirt up and reveal her trimmed pussy. Tony would slide his hard cock into her
mouth and Kayla massaged her pussy at the same time.

Melissa had seen other women masturbate, but Kayla stirred
her. The way she manipulated the lips of her flesh seemed so sexy and natural.
Melissa found herself copying the movements and she became a little distracted
from her vigil. Melissa became a little overwhelmed as the sanctity of her
moment was broken by a sudden primal urge to satisfy her desire. Her toy made
its way to her wetness and now hummed against her clit. She plunged two fingers
deeply inside the walls of her pussy. The tightness around her fingers made her
dream it was Tony’s stiff rod instead of her fingers.

Melissa watched as Kayla moved both hands to Tony’s ass and
saw him strain and flex as he struggled to keep composure. She almost heard him
yell as he came. Kayla stood up against the wall and wiped the dripping essence
from the corner of her mouth as she held Tony tightly. Melissa licked her lips
wanting to taste the salty seed from Tony’s cock.

Melissa lost herself in the desperate need to feel Tony
fucking her. She dropped the binoculars and put her leg up over the arm of the
chair. She plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy as the pocket rocket
massaged her clit. Her wet hair hung loosely as it fell against her body and
the orgasmic feelings washed over her in a hurricane as she began to come. The
steady vibrations against her clit caused her body to tremble and shake. A
pleasurable smile widened on her face as she laughed.

She gathered herself and stood up. She moved the chair back
and leaned over to pick up her binoculars and took another peek. When she
looked over to Tony and Kayla’s apartment she saw them standing by their window
looking back at her through their own binoculars.