Watching Through the WindowI read this story in a magazine a while back and thought how wonderful it would be.
It is an indication of how you may think your wife is shy but in reality she isn't.
It related a story about a man whose wife was reluctant to accept the husband's idea of having sex with another man and let him watch.
He met a guy at his local bar while he was drinking there on his own. After they had been talking a while the guy would make remarks about the women in the bar, saying how he could get any of them in to bed. The husband was intrigued with this and after a while plucked up the courage to say to the guy that he bet he couldn't get his wife in to bed.
The other man accepted this as a challenge and replied that he could lay the wife within an hour of meeting her. The two of them went back to the couples home on the excuse of watching the game on TV and having a few beers. The husband introduced the stranger and they started to watch the game.
After half an hour the husband excused himself and told the wife that he had forgotten something at the office, but would be back in about an hour. She said that she didn't want to be alone in the house with a stranger that she had just met. The husband reassured his wife that he would be back quickly and that the man was OK watching the game.
After he left the house he drove around the corner and parked the car, then walked back. He had only been gone 10 minutes. The curtains had enough of a gap in them that he could see back in to the living room. He could see but he could not hear anything.
What he did see was his wife chatting with the stranger. She was obviously warming up to him and they were laughing together.
The wife stood up and the man reached out and gently grabbed her hand. He also stood up and putting his arm around her waist, pulled her in and kissed her. At first she seemed to resist, but within seconds they were in a stronger embrace and their hands were all over each other. The man stood back and took off his shirt quickly. She looked like she was protesting and shaking her head. But then he pulled her in again and they started to kiss. He started to undress her. Again she seemed reluctant at first but then as he lowered her panties she helped by stepping out of them. He took off his pants and remaining clothing in one movement.
They were both standing naked, kissing and fondling each other. The wife raised one leg and put her foot on the sofa so that the man could finger her. The husband could tell that the wife was now beyond the point of no return.
Beginning to doubt his wisdom he pulled out his cellphone and called the home phone. He watched as his wife panicked and answered the phone. He asked her how she was doing. His wife seemed so calm. "Oh fine Honey. Just watching TV."
He paused a moment, looking at her and then said "The traffic is really bad so I will be closer to two hours". As she put the phone down she smiled at the stranger and giggled a little. He smiled back as she told him that her husband would be longer. The kissing and caressing continued. She stroked his **** as they kissed. The man said something to her and she disappeared into the hallway, reappearing wearing high-heels. The man had taken one of the lounge chairs and moved it to the middle of the room. As she got closer the man took her hands and rested one on each arm of the chair. She was bent over with her *** in the air. She bit her lip as she watched him stroking his **** behind her. He put one of his hands on each of her *** cheeks. He was looking down, obviously making sure his **** found it's target. The wife was watching intently. The husband knew the moment the stranger had entered his wife as her head went up, her mouth opened and her eyes closed.
The husband realized at this point that he had his **** out and was wanking as he watched. His wife was starting to move back and forth as the stranger rode her.
Even though the windows were closed he could now hear his wife's encouragement of her lover. "**** me. **** me hard." He could hear the stranger say " I bet your husband doesn't **** you like this". He watched as his wife shook her head. They continued speaking dirty to each other all the time they were *******. He could hear only certain words."****" "****" "***" This was not like his wife. She was always so quiet when they made love. No this wasn't making love. It was pure *******. His wife was getting a really good *******.
Then he heard the word "***" It was his wife who said it. She had never let him do that with her. He watched as the both positioned themselves. His wife was now being ****** in the ***. He could tell that she was really enjoying it. It also struck him that it looked like she had done that before.
He felt his hand get warm and wet. He looked down and saw that he had ***. He looked back in and saw the tail end of wild fury as the *** ******* concluded and the man came in his wife's ***.
He went back to his car and had a cigarette, knowing that the stranger was still pummeling his wife's ****. As he drove back in to the driveway the stranger was leaving. He leaned in to the car window. In his hand was a piece of paper with a phone number on it. He smiled and said to the husband. "I love a tight ****" then left.
The husband entered the house to find his wife watching TV.
He said "When did Dave leave?"
She answered with "Oh, a while back"
"What did you think of him" he continued.
"Oh, he was OK. Just like all your other buddies really"