“Sorry for what you’re about to hear” [MF] [Voyeur] [Overhearing]

This happened a few weeks ago, and sadly doesn’t involve me as an active participant, but it was still hot.

I’m a mid-30’s dude, settled down in a long term monogamous relationship. My friend Billy, though, is one of those guys in their 30s who never settles down. He’s a former Army officer, about 5’6″ but undeniably attractive and fit. (I’ve been with him at a restaurant before when a woman came by and asked if she could just touch his forearms.) He certainly has no problem getting dates and one night stands, and that’s the life he loves. He’s also just one of these super-high-energy people. CrossFit every morning at 5:30, etc. His apartment is a big one bedroom place, but deliberately in a part of town where the average age is about 6-8 years younger than him.

Even when I was younger I wasn’t as much of a playboy as he is in our mid 30’s, and especially now that I’m in my mid 30’s, I confess to a certain jealousy of the sex he still seems to be having.

Every once in a while, he and I go on a bender for a night, which usually ends with me crashing on his couch rather than going home to my wife. It’s nice to blow of some steam getting together and drinking like the old days, and while we sometimes go out and make fools of ourselves talking up women at bars, it’s rare that he goes home with a woman on one of our “man dates.”

Two weeks ago, it was the usual pattern. We had a steak dinner, then scotch, then a few beers at a bar near his place. He had been dating a chick for about 3 weeks — an eternity, for him — but I hadn’t met her yet and she was out of town. He described her as petite and fit, blonde (as always) and said the only issue was her small-ish tits. Billy’s ideal woman would have tits that are anatomically impossible on a rail thin body. But this girl is apparently super sexual and wild, so that makes up for any drawbacks.

So as we stumble back to his place from carousing at the last bar, he gets a text from her. She just got home from being gone for work all week, and wants to come over. I’m eager to meet her, so I say sure, invite her over, we can have one last drink at your place before crashing. He gives me a sly look and says, “yeah, but if she’s asking to come over, she wants me to…you know…are you sure?” I say, “you have a fucking bedroom, dude! I’m just going to pass out, you do whatever you want behind that door.” He says, “ok, if you say so.”

She gets to his place, and she’s casually dressed in tight jeans and a v-neck t-shirt but smoking hot. Exactly as described. “Perky” look, blonde hair, maybe 5’3″, clearly tight body. Somewhere in her late 20’s. We chat for maybe 5 minutes while she and Billy snuggle up on the couch, I’m saying how nice it is to finally meet her, I’ve heard such good things, etc. At one point while they are up in the kitchen I hear her ask in sort of a whiny voice whether I’m *really* going to spend the night in the apartment. Sort of oddly, his response to her is, “honey, it won’t bother him. Who cares?”

They’re back on the couch for a few minutes chatting, then she just hops up all of a sudden. “Ok. Billy, bedtime. Br082, nice to meet you, see you in the morning.” Billy says, “yes, ma’am,” and follows her down the hallway. I start to arrange the pillows and blanket on the couch to fall asleep, as Billy comes back out of the bedroom, stripped down now to his tank-top undershirt.

I stand there and tell him that his girl seems nice, and we chit chat a little. Then he starts making himself a fucking espresso in the kitchen! I ask what’s going on and he shrugs and says, “I dunno, just want to wake up a little,” and grins at me. As he downs the espresso, he says, “sorry for what you’re about to hear,” laughs, and goes back to the bedroom.

Now my radar is really up. And I swear to god, within seconds, she is moaning, loud and high pitched. I hear him sort of moan in a muffled way, he must be eating her out. It quickly becomes SUPER deviant, she is just downright screaming, “don’t fucking stop! don’t fucking stop!” Then I hear him say in a commanding voice, sort of a loud whisper, “flip over. I *said* flip over.”

What followed is kind of a blur to me, but it was so fucking hot. I hear her saying, “oh fuck right there, give that to me right there,” then screaming with pleasure louder than any girl I’ve ever been with. Then I hear some trademark spanking sounds, and rhythmic slapping, with Billy saying, “good girl, good fucking girl, you like that.”

I can’t believe I’m fucking there. They know I’m there and just going at it anyways. I’m absentmindedly stroking my own hard on at this point, but I can’t help wanting to be closer to this. I tiptoe up towards the kitchen where I can see a little bit down the hallway. Billy has left the bedroom door open a few inches, surely to make sure I hear what he’s doing, and I catch the slightest glimpse of thrusting movement in dim light, and hear Billy saying stuff that’s sort of dominant but kind of a little restrained. I remember hearing him sputter out, “fuck you! fuck you! take it!” in sort of a hoarse whisper. Standing in the kitchen glancing down the hall, though, I realize that I’m not going to be able to see much and retreat back to the couch.

The moaning continues, low and gutteral from him, high-pitched “Yes! Yes! Yes!” from her. I have no fucking clue what they are doing but can only imagine. There’s a little break in the action, then she starts saying, “oh my, oh my” over and over. I laugh a little ’cause that’s a new one on me. It’s like she wants to say “oh my God” but can’t bring herself to invoke God.

Probably 25 minutes have gone by, mostly accompanied by hardcore slapping sex sounds. Impressive stamina — I guess the espresso worked! And then I hear her orgasm. Man, it went on for minutes. It started deep and just sort of worked its way through the octaves of her voice into a screaming “ffffuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!!!! fuck fuck fuck!” followed by panting. Then quieter fast rhythmic sounds, and I hear Billy say, “almost there baby, almost there, sit right like that” and then a quiet grunt of his own orgasm.

All I want to do at this point is go to the bathroom and jack off, but I feel like it’s better to pretend to sleep, even though they must know there’s no way I could have slept through that. I hear one or two trips to the bathroom from down the hall, and then silent again.

I drifted off to sleep but woke up early to go home, before they were up. As I leave I *think* I hear a few groans but can’t be sure. He texts me later, “did we keep you up?” and I write back, “you know you did you fucking dog!” A week later I see him again and ask about her. True to form, he shrugs and says, “oh her? Yeah, I dunno, haven’t called her in a few days, I think I’m done with it.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ktcch/sorry_for_what_youre_about_to_hear_mf_voyeur