Watching Her Fun -3rd ed

BOOK: Watching Her Fun -3rd ed
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I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began.


Last year we moved to Newton, a town on the coast near where Jenn went to college. I’d never been there before, but she got a job and we decided to move. I work online, so I’m easy, and I liked the idea of a new scene, especially with sun and surf. Plus we were in our 30s, and it was time to move out of the city.

It sounds kind of dull, right? But let’s not be coy - this is one of those ‘slut wife stories’, with plenty of sucking, fucking and cum in her hair. If that’s not your thing, then you picked the wrong book and I hope you didn’t pay for it, and maybe you’ll be upset or offended at what comes next, which is me, Jenn, a few guys and a girl called Amy with tits like you wouldn’t believe.


It was Saturday morning about two months after moving in. We were sitting on the balcony drinking coffee, sharing a joint, taking stock of what our new lives seemed to be.

“I like it here,” Jenn said.

“Me too.”

“It hasn’t changed much, but I have.”


“Well, I don’t feel like I need to party all the time.”

She reached out and held my hand.

“I’m happy at home, you know?”

“Yeah,” I said, and wondered again about her ‘party years’, and what that meant, exactly. I knew there’d been two other girls, Amy and Celine, and the stories Jenn had let slip about those. But herself, what she got up to – I had no idea.

She passed me the joint. I took a hit, held it, while she picked up a pair of binoculars and scanned the beach, looking for somewhere to play.

“I saw this good-looking kid the other day, maybe 19, 20. He was with his mom, and she could’ve been one of my friends.”

I moved behind Jenn, kissing her neck and holding her breasts though the robe.

“You know what I realized? That I could fuck this guy. Not that he’d be interested, I guess.”

“Bullshit. Given the chance he’d fuck you all night.”

“Well, my nights are for you now, hon, and a lot more sleeping than fucking.”

“Afternoons, then.”

Jenn laughed, and went inside to get ready for the beach.


About ten minutes later she was back, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“How do I look?”

She looked good. The bikini was cut to show off her long legs, firm ass and high tits. She’d put on some lipstick and eye shadow, had her hair up. She came over and kissed me. She was wearing perfume.

“I make you hard, right?”


“You think any of the guys on the beach might want a piece of this?”

“You don’t think so?”

She smiled.

“Look, I’ll take my walk on the beach, do some yoga, come back and then we can make love. A full work-out.”

“Just yoga on the beach?”

She was looking through the binoculars.

“Yes, and….that group,” she said, moving away and letting me see a few guys with a cooler near the volleyball nets.

“Keep an eye on them.”

She went back into the living room, picking up a sarong, her shades and a sunhat, putting them on and checking the mirror.


“Don’t worry, hon, it’s just a game, then I’ll come back and we’ll have sex.”

“What’ll I do?”

She took the joint off me and hit it, held it in.

“Just watch. You’ll see.”

She kissed me, and I breathed in the smoke.

“And try not to jerk off.”


Jenn left the apartment and went to the beach. I stayed on the balcony with the binoculars and picked up my tablet to look at some porn and warm up. I went to a site to find someone who reminded me of Jenn. It wasn’t difficult, she has that look, and soon I found a few sets that I could flick through while keeping an eye on the beach. I was feeling good about how the day was going. Not yet noon and stoned immaculate, waiting to get my dick sucked.

I looked up from a picture of a woman with a cock in each hand and cum on her face and saw Jenn and her big hat moving along the beach, the guys not far away. I adjusted the binoculars and settled in to watch.

A bunch of frat-looking guys, drinking before noon. Jenn was so much better than they were, but the idea of them looking at her got me excited. I began thinking about the guys running a train on my wife, a hard young cock in each of her holes, one in each of her hands, just like the woman onscreen.

It didn’t take long for me to see Jenn in action. She was all glammed up and posing, seemed to be throwing stoned smiles from behind her sunglasses, putting her sunhat and sarong on the sand, stretching her legs and showing off her body a few yards from the guys.

Someone picked up a ball and they were tossing it around, and then I noticed one of them, the blond guy, Matt, whose cock she was sucking less than an hour later, threw it straight at Jenn’s feet.

She picked up the ball and waved at the guys, shaking her tits and ass, then walked over and handed it back. That blond guy offered her a bottle of beer. Jenn took it, held it in one hand and moved the other up and down the neck between sips. Two of the guys were beside her now, and as they talked she would touch their arms and smile, and would no doubt be thinking about this when I was fucking her.


I kept watching, and not much happened, but two things stuck in my memory. One is when Jenn turned and seemed to point at me, and for a moment I forgot that I was safe, just stoned and far away behind binoculars. The other is it looked like one guy had his hand on her ass, but I couldn’t tell for sure. The blond guy who’d thrown the ball and started talking to her seemed pissed at his friend, and then the grab-ass guy said something, and Jenn covered her mouth, in shock or laughing. Then he tried to pull her closer, but she pushed him away, and then turned and walked back down the beach, heading home, the guys all watching her go.

She looked in my direction and waved.

I went to take a shower.


To be honest, I liked the idea of other guys finding Jenn attractive and wanting to fuck her, and sometimes I would think about it when we made love, imagining that another man was fucking her at the same time, someone she really wanted, someone she didn’t know, loving the attention.

When I came out of the shower my dick was hard. Jenn was naked on the couch, holding a joint, listening to some music, looking at a tablet and playing with a new vibrator. She showed me the screen. A woman getting fucked at both ends.

“She’s got better tits than me, right? But I like her shoes.”

She put down the tablet and I went over and she started blowing me, mouth and pussy full. This was one of our favorite positions. Jenn liked to feel overwhelmed, and I liked getting my cock sucked.

I picked up the joint and inhaled, put a hand on Jenn’s head while I gently fucked her mouth. The weed hit and I watched her working the vibrator, building herself up. I looked in a mirror and enjoyed her tits shaking as she blew me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Later,” she said, taking her mouth off my cock and then licking my balls. “Just let me slut out first, those guys on the beach got me hot.”

“I think they wanted to fuck you.”

“Well, I’d let them.”

My cock jerked in her hand. She continued to lick it, then stopped and looked at me.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t know what to say, but my dick gave another leap – the idea was now in her head. Jenn put my cock back in her mouth and waggled her head from side to side, her tongue soft and wet, then pulled back, watching spit stretch and break, hit her chin and land on her breasts.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I said.

She pushed herself forward and swallowed more of my cock, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked it, then she pulled back and flicked her tongue back and forth across the shaft, getting it wet, easing her stroking, rubbing her lips on the tip when they reached the end.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to suck my cock.”

“Is that all?”

I kept quiet, close to the edge. What I wanted was to cum in her face.

“You want another guy with us, hon? A girl?”

She dragged her tongue from my balls to the head of my cock, and then opened her mouth and took in as much as she could.

I pushed deeper. She took it.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum soon.”

Jenn moved her head back

“Not yet, I want you inside.”


She was just bending over the couch, ass in the air, when the doorbell rang. We ignored it, and then it rang again and again.

“Fuck,” said Jenn, “it might be important.” She got off the couch and pressed the intercom.


“Hey, Jenny, you forgot your hat.”

“Fuck,” then louder, “OK, kid, just wait a moment, let me get something on.”

She turned to me.

“It’s Matt, one of the guys.”

“How’d he find this place?”

“I pointed out the building, said we were the top floor. I guess he found it that way. Smart kid, eh?”

“Can’t he come back?”

“Come on. This is hot,” she said, putting on a bathrobe. “And anyway, wasn’t this your idea?”

Was it?

“What about me?”

“Get in there and watch,” she said, pointing to the bedroom, and then turning the couch a little, so that it was facing the mirror, “and then come out and fuck me.”

It was a good idea. The bedroom door had a full-length one-way mirror built into it. If you were inside and the curtains were drawn you could see straight into the living room, and even out onto the balcony. Sitting in there it would be possible to see and hear everything, without being seen at all.

Then the moment hit me. Here was Jenn, my wife, naked under a robe and ready to fuck, asking me to hide while she was getting ready – checking hair, reapplying lipstick – to see another guy.

She took my dick and led me to the door, opened it.

“Now get in there and watch.”

“What if he gets too excited?”

“Oh honey, don’t be dull.”

The bell rang again.

“And one more thing. Don’t freak out if I call him ‘son’, OK?”


She kissed me, stepped back and closed the door while she was talking.

“I’ve got fantasies, too, you know.”


I stepped back and watched her walk to door. I could hear the music playing and had a good view of the couch with, fuck it, that vibrator poking out under a cushion.

She pressed the buzzer

“OK, kid. Top floor apartment, some Chinese writing on the door.”

I went through the possibilities in my head. She’d say thanks for the hat and flirt a bit, get turned on being sexy with some young guy, then he’d leave and I’d swoop in and finish the job. It had all the makings of a great day.


The door opened and the blond guy from the beach, this Matt, stepped in and handed Jenn her sunhat.

“Here you are.”

“Thanks, Want to get high?”

“Sure,” the guy said.

Jenn went over to the drawer where we kept our stash, bent over and moved her ass to the music while she rolled a joint, then gave it to the guy along with a lighter.

The guy lit it, took a couple of hits.

Jenn sat down on the couch, right in front of the mirror. She crossed her legs just high enough to show a glimpse of her thighs.

“Come on, sit and keep me company while I see if I’m going to burn.”

“You look OK,” the guy said, sitting down just a few inches from her.

Jenn took the joint off him, hit it.

“Just OK?”

“No. Or maybe yes. I don’t know. This is good weed. Where’s your husband?”

“He’s at the store.”

“When’s he get back?”

“Oh, a while. He’ll call before he does, see if I need anything.”

“Damn,” the guy said, throwing his head back, the smoke hitting hard, “that feels good.”

“So you’ll hang out?”

“Sure, and I also want to apologize for that guy down there, Andy, the one who grabbed you. He can be a dick sometimes.”

“That’s OK, sometimes those can be fun. Now relax, I want to say thanks for bringing my hat, and also ask you a question. This is a big opportunity.”

“Sure, what?”

“It’s a little embarrassing. You could almost be my son.”

I tensed up. It was happening.

“It’s OK. I’m so high now. Mom, son, whatever, it’s all good.”

“Sure, that’s my point – when you see me you think ‘mom’, right? And that makes the question kind of awkward.”

“It’s OK. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, I was talking the other day with a friend of mine, you’d like her, everyone does, about whether it’s true that young guys are into older women now. Guys your age, women my age. This ‘milf’ thing. And I thought – well, I may as well just ask you.”


Jenn opened the bathrobe and showed him her tits, and then it all happened very fast.

BOOK: Watching Her Fun -3rd ed
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