The Voyeur, Part 2 of 3 [MF] [F watching]

I showed up right at 6, as instructed, parking a couple houses down. I walked to Coach Dave’s house, my heart beating hard, my excuse to my husband echoing in my ears. *Just a girls’ night, sweetie. I may be out pretty late. You know how Jayne is when we’re drinking.*

It gave me a reason to dress nicely as well, in a low-cut black top and tight, dark-wash jeans. I wore my hair down, in easy waves over my shoulders. I walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked. There was no going back now. The moments between my knock and him answering the door seemed like an eternity, and I considered going back to my car. Calling the whole thing off. Maybe actually going out with Jayne and forgetting all about this silly idea.

Just as I was about to turn to leave, Dave swung the door open. He looked me up and down and smiled broadly. “So punctual,” he cooed. He stepped aside to let me in, and locked the door behind me, leaning against the dark wood. I took the opportunity to return the appraising glance, noting that he was wearing a tight t-shirt and soft pajama pants. I could see the bulge leaning leftward, making me wonder if he was wearing any underwear at all.

“I’m not, if that’s what you’re wondering. Why hinder the action?” He laughed as I blushed, suddenly realizing that my gaze was lingering a bit too long.

“So, where should I…?” I began to ask, looking around.

“Oh, we have a bit of time before all that,” he said almost dismissively. “Why don’t you have a drink to calm your nerves?” He walked into the living room, where a bottle of whiskey and two glasses were waiting. He poured two, handing one to me before downing the other in a single gulp. I sipped mine, and he shook his head and mimed tipping the cup all the way back. I knocked it back and winced slightly at the bite of alcohol. “Much better,” he laughed.

He sat down in a large armchair, looking at me hungrily. “Show me your bra,” he said simply.

“What?” I stammered, the booze already buzzing my head slightly.

“Show me what you picked out for me,” he said, slightly irritated. “You got dressed to come over here, so whatever you chose underneath that outfit was clearly picked out just for me. I would like to see it.”

Of course he was right. I did pick out my entire outfit for him. I don’t know why. I was just there to watch, but it made me feel sexy to wear my favorite lace for him. I slowly lifted my shirt, the dark purple contrasting with my milky skin. The edges of the lace cupped my breasts tightly, as though they were being caressed by the flowery pattern. A deep gutteral moan of satisfaction flowed from Coach Dave’s throat. He stood up and walked over to me as I put my shirt back down. I could see a large tent in his plaid pajama pants. My eyes widened.

“If we didn’t already have a plan in place, I would fuck you right here,” he growled into my ear, his cock pushing against my thigh. I held my breath, wondering what would happen next. He grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into his house.

We arrived at the bedroom, a large four-poster bed opposite a closet with plantation shutters. “I’ll be here,” Dave said, gesturing to the bed, “and you’ll be over here,” he continued, pointing at the closet. I opened the double doors and saw a chair had been set near the opening.

“Pretty simple. You’ll sit here, and peek through the shutters. I’ve checked. She won’t be able to see you. Besides, she’ll be….distracted.” He finished with another of his wolfish smiles. “Make sure your phone is off. I wouldn’t want to blow your cover.” I reached into my purse and turned my phone off, dropping my purse next to the chair.

“Leah, I am very thankful that you can do this for me. Perhaps there is something I can do or change to make her want me more. I just don’t know.”

I couldn’t help a flash of confusion from crossing my face. I had a hard time believing any woman wouldn’t be interested in having this man inside her in any and all possible ways. Just the thought of it made me squirm slightly, wetness starting to bead up between my legs.

“Of course, Coa–um, Dave.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the rumble of the garage door made him stop. He ushered me into the closet, a finger to his lips. As if I needed a reminder to keep quiet. I sat down slowly on the chair, figuring out the best angle to watch. *This is so weird,* I thought to myself. *What the hell am I doing here?* But I was definitely stuck now. I listened to the sounds of their evening, the muffled voices, laughter, and finally foot steps into the bedroom.

They entered, kissing, Dave aggressively pushing his wife toward the bed. Her blond curls were in one hand while his other grabbed at her heavy breast. “Jesus, Dave,” she gasped, as he attacked her neck, “what’s gotten into you tonight?”

He brought her around the side of the bed, pushing her down and climbing on top of her, straddling her waist. “I guess I’ve just been thinking about you and really wanting to take you, hard.” Though he was speaking to his wife, he was staring right at the closet door. At me. I had to stifle a gasp.

His wife reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. “Damn, babe, I’ve never felt you this hard before.” She pushed him off of her and slid down to her knees, taking his pants down with her. His cock pointed directly at me, thick, long and impossibly hard. I could see the precum from across the room. I watched her struggle to take even half of it into her mouth. He put a hand on the back of her head, hips thrusting into her face. He pointed at her with his free hand, then at me. I reached up and pinched my nipples through my shirt. What I wouldn’t give to be on my knees worshiping that glorious cock. My pussy tingled as I heard his wife gag and sputter. Dave rolled his eyes and pulled her to her feet and stripped her slowly. Her curves jiggled as he spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. She crawled on, on all fours, waving her large ass back and forth like a bitch in heat. “Mmm, fuck me, babe,” she moaned.

He knelt on the mattress, lining up his giant cock with her little wet hole. I quietly unbuttoned my pants, slipping a hand inside, probing my own slick folds. “Oh, I want nothing more,” Dave said, staring at me. “I’ve been thinking about your tight little cunt for days.”

Hearing him talk so dirty made me clench my thighs together. Fuck. I had never been so incredibly jealous of his wife as I was at this very moment. I wanted that big cock to push slowly into me, not her. I almost groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her. Teasing me. *Just fuck her,* I found myself thinking, *get that big cock inside her.* I rubbed my clit in slow circles.

Dave didn’t hold back. He pushed his wife’s head down into the bed, facing away from the closet. He lined up his cock and then slammed the whole length into her, hard. She squealed, and I’m not sure if it was all in pleasure. He grinned wickedly in my direction. Clearly, the man loved putting on a show.

There was a mewling noise from his wife. “What’s that, babe?” Dave asks. I heard more whiny noises, then he said, “No, I can’t take it easy on you. Not tonight. Tonight is special.” She murmured something else and he reached under her, presumably to play with her clit. “Don’t I always?” he moaned, starting to fuck her hard.

I yanked my shirt up and released my heavy tits, pulling at each nipple in turn. Each thrust from him elicited a squeal from her, and I could see sweat beading on his forehead. He was maybe 10 feet away from me, fucking his wife like a wild animal. I cannot remember a time in my life when I was so turned on.

I watched as his hand moved faster and faster, rubbing her clit feverishly. Not a few moments later, she came, her whole body trembling, her moans muffled by him pushing her into the mattress. He fucked her in long, hard, strokes, grunting and looking at me. “Stop, stop, stop!” his wife cried out. “You know I get too sensitive after I cum.” He pulled out of her, his face a mask of annoyance, his cock hard and glistening.

She got up and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll finish you off in the shower.” I held my breath as they walked by, her leading him by the wrist. My finger paused over my clit, my tits still out in the air, nipples hard and aching. I dared not make a sound. I stared at Dave, biting his lip in frustration, and I could almost picture the half-hearted handjob that he was about to receive.

The bathroom door closed with a light click and soon after, I heard the water of the shower start. I quietly fixed my clothing and as soon as I thought enough time had passed for them to get into the shower, I slowly pushed open the closet door, grabbing my purse and ready to go home and masturbate furiously. My pussy ached with desire, my clit begged for attention. But then I remembered his words from before: “sneak out to my workshed. I’ll meet you there.”

I cursed myself silently, but I knew I would obey.

I slipped out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the sliding glass door. I tiptoed across the lawn and pulled open the door to the workshed, expecting wooden benches, tools, and other gardening equipment. Instead, it looked more like a study, with a worn desk, stacks of books, a computer, an old beat up couch, and a small refrigerator. *Different kind of workshed, I guess,* I mused silently.

I waited, thumbing through the books and watching for any sign that he was on his way. Finally, the bedroom light clicked off. A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock and the door swung open. I gasped as Dave walked in, looking at me with lust burning in his eyes.

It was time for the debriefing.

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