,,Fuck, I drank too much again” said Joseph as he tried to find the key to the front door of apartment building 22 on Lincoln Road. It was Friday, pardon, actually Saturday morning a little after 3:30. His world was spinning, which is probably normal after the amount of beer he drank with his friends in a nearby pub. ,,Here we go”.. he said to himself as he finally fished out a key from the left pocket of his dark blue jeans and thrust it into the door with one sharp thrust, turned it and the door opened.He entered with the first vigorous step, as if he was literally drawn in like a fly into the ventilation. He walked up the stairs and his mental presence was absent as if his body was there but his “real me” was traveling through his own thoughts.While he was thinking about everything possible and impossible, he walked slowly at an uncertain pace to the first floor. It took a lot of work, especially when one has a certain amount of alcohol in the blood. “I need a break, because I’m gonna fucking die. Not young enough for this anymore.” Joseph felt that he was no longer ready for these Friday evenings in his 50 years. He realized that he was standing on the first floor and this fact gave him the motivation to move on. After all, he was standing next to the door of apartment number 1, where the Fahems family lived. He thought that he would be a fool if he now woke up Abdul Fahem. “I don’t fucking need to hear about haram and alcohol one more time” he whispered into the air as if he was having a conversation with himself, which is already so characteristic of people who are drunk. So continued walking around apartment number 2 where the Walkers lived, siblings Calvin and Jessica. He grabbed the banister of the stairs and climbed the first step, and another and another, and in such a style as if he was climbing Mont Blanc, reached the second floor. Looked at the door in front of him and saw the sign Millers with number 3 “I’m fucking here…Finally home.” Unlocked the door and entered quietly. He took off his black running shoes and walked into the kitchen on the left. Looked to the right and saw that the lamp was lit up in the bedroom. He saw the light seeping under the gap under the door, went there, opened the door and saw her… His wife.. Emma..She was sitting on the bed with glasses with dark brown frames and it took her a few more seconds before she finished reading the sentence in the book to give him a look and words of welcome. She was hypnotized. Emma is an English teacher at the local high school. She is always writing, reading, etc.. ,,Dear, welcome home” she said as she looked at him and smiled. “I am a little late” he declared. ,,Doesn’t matter but since we are already up this early in the morning, could we do the laundry? I wouldn’t like to delay it during the day when I have to go shopping with Valerie for the whole day.” Valerie was their daughter, who recently moved back to her parents’ apartment after breaking up with her boyfriend, who She lived with in another city. ,,Go ahead, the laundry bags are ready in the bathroom, I’ll be right there, I’ll just finish reading a chapter of this book.” he nodded in agreement and walked through the kitchen to the bathroom, looked at the floor, took 2 gray bags full of laundry and walked through the kitchen into the hallway, took flip flops and went out the door, which he slammed. With the passage of time he felt more sober, when he walked down the stairs he no longer felt problems like before. He went down through the first floor to the ground floor, where there was a place to store bicycles and a laundry room next door. The door with the white logo of the washing machine was open, he went in, walked past 4 dryers to the end of the room, where there were also 4 washing machines. He placed the bags beside him and looked into them. Everything was ready…on top of one bag with white linen were capsules and also fabric softener.He opened the washing machine and started putting things from the bag into it. he did the same with the second bag, which contained a mix of dark colors. he put the things in the washing machines, added a capsule and fabric softener to the funnel… he turned on the washing machine with white laundry without any problems, while with the second washing machine he paused and began to think about different programs. That’s when he heard a knock on the door. “Who the fuck is that?” he mumbled to himself. Just then the door opened and there stood his wife. He turned around and realized that he looked more than good for his age.She stood there with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed up well,wearing a black coat and high heels with stockings. ,,Well, I’m here” She smiled. ,,Are you going out?” He asked confused.she laughed, closed the door behind her and locked from the inside. ,,I’m going to fuck with my husband… here.” Joseph was excited but scared at the same time. ,,What if someone comes?” he said with fear in his shaking voice. ,,Oh , come on” it’s exactly 04:09 in the morning.” she said, still smiling. Yes, it was exactly 04:09 in the morning… that’s when it all started. She leaned her back against the door as if she wanted to make sure it was really closed. She sighed and then took a few brisk steps forward like a catwalk model, her movement fluid and confident despite her high heels. She stopped a meter in front of her husband, took a slightly straddle position on her heels and began to unbutton her coat from top to bottom. Dropped her coat to reveal her shoulders. Joseph just stood there with his mouth slightly open in excitement and his palms began to sweat and he felt weak in the knees. She continued, not breaking eye contact. Her self-confidence and horny vibes sparked in the air. She threw her coat at her husband. ,,Add it to the washing machine… until it’s gonna be washed and dried we’ll have to stay here.” He did as she told him and turned on the washing machine intuitively without further deciding which program was more suitable. Both washing machines were already running at full speed and he stared at his wife. Especially for what she was wearing under her coat the whole time. Black high heel pumps black stockings with plain black trim, transparent white thongs of a simple cut that revealed more than they covered, and that was actually everything, except for a thin gold chain around her neck with a gold cross, because she was a religious Christian-Catholic. Joseph stood paralyzed as Emma closed her eyes and began to gently move her fuller but still very attractive curves like there was some imaginary music. she started to run her hands over her neck and over her breasts with slow seductive movements over her stomach and into her crotch, she inserted her hand inside and began to caress her clitoris. She was soaked and excited. She teased her clit and then inserted two fingers into her wet cunt as she moaned louder and louder until her moans became louder than the sound of the washing machines running. She was interrupted from her trance by an attempt to open the locked door. She freaked out, and her eyes met with an equally scared Joseph. They had no idea who it could be. It was Peter Young, their neighbor from apartment number 6. A 34-year-old freelance programmer. ,,Shit.” said Peter nervously to himself. He had no idea if someone had locked himself in or if the door was stuck. He took his closed plastic laundry basket, placed it on his side and went outside to look into the laundry room through the side window. It was high and so he decided to go back inside to get his basket of laundry so he could stand up and see inside. ,,Where did we stop?” Emma asked as she returned to touching herself again, even more intensely than before. her moans were louder, her crotch was more wet and her facial expression was predatory… hungry… she kept touching intently as she watched her husband. With one hand she was pulling her nipple and with the other hand she was touching herself strongly with 3 fingers. In the meantime, Peter came back outside with the plastic basket and boldly stepped on the basket with his right foot. What he saw took his breath away. Neighbor Emma Miller stood in the middle of the room, roughly fingering the pussy with her naked tits, while her husband sat on the floor barely a meter away, his back against the washing machine, masturbating. Peter felt a strange thrill and this voyeurism was something that turned him on every time, well, maybe because he was quite shy about direct interactions.he took his phone and took a couple of photos of his neighbors. He wasn’t very interested in her husband, he just clicked 1 quick photo of him to have a “recording of everything”. He watched the whole scene for a while until he lost his presence of mind and started to grab his hard cock through his dark blue sweatpants. It was live porn and he was an exclusive spectator. At some point, however, he lost his balance and fell to the ground from the plastic bin until he bumped into the trash can. The hit was not possible to hear inside, but he had fear. He took his things and ran quickly up the stairs like a wind to his apartment, where, needless to say, he watched the photos he took and masturbated until he felt satisfied. In the meantime, Emma threw her panties away and showed her right hand to her husband to stand up. She kissed him passionately and then leaned against the laundry machine next to him. ,,Get down on your knees and lick me!” she added like a general and he did so. He knelt on his knees still with clothes on and she put her left leg in stockings on his shoulder… he licked her gently but she seemed to get nervous… ,,more… lick me more… ” caught his head by hair and pushed him against the clitoris. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed her juicy pussy into his face… her moans became more intense and she started to move her body against his tongue, her eyes started rolling out until she victorious way screamed in orgasm while she kept his head holding in her mouth tightly. She was dripping wet across his whole face and then just left his hair. Both stayed staring at each other while trying to catch their breath. she after orgasm and him from his tongue marathon. Joseph took his jeans and underwear down and he was lying on the ground in a few seconds. She without losing any second jumped on him and his hard cock easily went inside of her. She started riding on him fast from the first moment like she was in rhythmical balance with a laundry machine. Both were sweating and catching their breath but then after a few minutes Joseph showed by his body language he was close to cum. Emma quickly jumped off and took the top of his cock in her mouth, watched his eyes and jerked him off till he cum in her mouth. she kept sucking until she drank every drop of his cum and the whole room stayed in silence of satisfaction.
*Notes:*
*-Story is part of a series* ***The Secrets of 22 Lincoln Road. (r/22LincolnRoad)***
*-I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in the translation to English.*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xw97j5/laundry_room_at_409_am_m50f47risky_voyeurism
wow great story but if Peter had stayed he might have gotted to fuck her also