My Wife's Peeping Tom Pt. 02
For the next few weeks, every Thursday night, I engaged in my regular poker game routine and then rushed home to check in on my nude and aroused wife. I never once questioned if others might find my actions strange. It all felt erotic and fun to me.
One evening, upon reaching Rob's only to discover his last-minute text canceling the poker game, we chatted briefly. Afterward, I hurried back home, hoping to witness my wife's solo playtime before she was aware. On my way, I stopped at the corner store for a six-pack and snacks.
I squirreled my provisions into my backpack and donned my field jacket from my car trunk, before sneaking up to our house. As I rounded the corner, I stopped abruptly - there was a shadowy figure lurking next to our family room window. Someone had managed to beat me to the scene!
My initial reaction was to confront the interloper, but before I could take two paces, I froze in my tracks. My wife had always fantasized about this. Should I let it unfold before revealing myself to her? Since the hidden figure had already gotten a good look at my wife, I decided to wait to confront him.
Hiding behind our large elm tree, I positioned myself so that my body was completely concealed. I figured that since the man had been staring intently at my wife's naked figure, he wouldn't notice me in my dark jacket. Moreover, his focus wasn't on me, just my wife.
If I'm being honest, the longer I observed this person violating my wife's privacy, the more aroused I became. Instead of feeling jealous, seeing a real peeping Tom watching my wife made me even more turned on than if I had been the one peeping. My libido was awakened by the thought of a stranger watching my spouse.
Carefully peeking through the tree's trunk, I couldn't see my wife from my new vantage point. However, Brooke's head and raised leg came into view as she sat sideways on the couch. She stood up next, and the shadowy figure retreated to avoid being seen as well. Unable to see my wife fully, I saw only her moving breasts, shoulders, and head.
As Brooke moved toward the window, the man pulled back, concealing himself more. Brooke gave no indication that she was aware of the presence outside, but the glare from the windows made it impossible for her to spot us anyway. She leaned over, picking up something near the window and then returning to the couch.
The moment I saw my wife rocking back and forth, intermittently touching her chest, I knew what she was doing. I'd discovered a large brown dildo while searching our bathroom weeks ago, only to find out she'd bought it recently. It had no connection to me in terms of size and girth, and the fact that she was using it now while I was hidden behind a tree amplified my growing arousal.
I struggled to manage my jealousy as I watched her use the new toy. The thought of my wife enjoying herself from her partner's perspective, even as I secretly watched her, enticed me. Ignoring the likely damage to my ego, I peered through the tree, eagerly anticipating her big, hard sex toy.
Eventually, I heard the unmistakable sounds of climax as my wife emitted pleasurable groans. From my position at the edge of the yard, I was close enough to be affected by her arousal. The exquisite beauty of my wife in post-orgasmic bliss was my next source of fascination. She was at her most beautiful then.
When I heard the man emit a series of grunts, I realized he too had climaxed, probably while watching my wife. Despite my lingering jealousy, I remained motionless behind the tree. I was anticipating my opportunity to be inside my wife soon.
I cringed as my wife walked to the kitchen, allowing the man to exit. He hunkered down on all fours while crossing his neighbor's yard, and I was relieved to see that he was heading away from our property. I was thrilled to see him go, but my heart sank as I recognized him as Anton - the guy with whom we often shared food and drinks.
My shock peaked as he walked right up to his back door, surprised when he disappeared inside.
Shit! I thought she was cheating with a random stranger...
I walked up to our home and viewed my wife seated comfortably on the couch as she manually pleasured herself while watching mixed-race porn. I hadn't noticed the TV when Anton was present, but if it was similar, I bet he enjoyed watching my wife pleasure herself with a large brown dildo. The notion that Anton may have thought my wife was fantasizing about him while she rode this giant toy bothered me, and I felt compelled to enter and reclaim my wife.
What's the point of standing out in the cold when I can go inside and have some fun? She seems ready already.
Brooke jumped up in surprise when she heard the door slide open. She utilized the remote to switch off the television as soon as she heard me. I deposited my pack on the kitchen table and removed my balaclava because I wished to communicate, not replicate her intruder fantasy. My wife seemed distressed that I could have observed her choice of porn, so she appeared relieved when I didn't mention it.
"This looks like an intriguing toy you possess," I remarked, pointing at the enormous brown dildo still attached to the coffee table with a suction cup. Coated in her arousal, it shimmered in the bright overhead lights as it slightly tilted to the left.
"I never anticipated you returning home so quickly," Brooke responded nervously.
"The match was canceled," I stated bluntly. "I hope you used lube with that huge thing."
"I didn't need any," she replied without thinking, and then my wife blushed when she realized how debauched that sounded.
"I need to inform you of something. Have a seat."
"What's the issue?" Brooke inquired frantically, moving towards the couch.
"Not there."
"Why?"
"I want you to sit... there!"
"N-no, I don't-"
"Do as I say."
Seeing my firm expression, Brooke decided against protesting and maneuvered around the coffee table. My wife had arranged the toy so she had to face the backyard to use it, so I moved between her and the window.
Surprisingly, Brooke lowering herself onto the large phallus broke my focus. Despite its size, I couldn't believe she didn't have any difficulty accommodating it. My erection returned with a vengeance, even though I had already cum earlier.
"Is that more comfortable?" she inquired with a touch of insolence.
"You be the judge," I replied calmly but secretly threatening so she couldn't discern my true thoughts. "Does it feel good?"
"No more than you," she answered timidly while averting her gaze from me.
"Then tell me how it feels."
"It feels wonderful."
"What does?"
"Having it within me."
"You mean it feels pleasant to have a massive cock stretching your pussy?"
"Yes," she sighed quietly. She then gazed back up at me with a defiant expression that rapidly morphed into trepidation as I scrutinized her with a slightly frown to conceal my true reactions.
"It doesn't just feel good."
"What do you mean?"
"It also looks good," I remarked, allowing a slight grin to cross my face. "And apparently, that's a well-known opinion."
"What does that mean?"
"It implies you've had company tonight," I explained as I presented her with my cellphone. "Anton observed you using that toy."
Brooke remained silent. She simply continued browsing the 20 or so pictures of Anton. He stood just a foot or two from her in a few of them, allowing her to watch him as she chased her orgasms. The remaining photos I took showed Brooke bouncing on the toy.
"You truly think he's watched you before?" Brooke questioned dreamily as she examined the screen. I noticed her hips begin to subtly move once more as she stimulated her clit on the ball of the enormous dildo within her.
"Yeah, he seemed quite calm for this being his first time," I revealed before adding, "He also felt at ease enough to masturbate while watching you."
Brooke's eyes grew wide with surprise. She looked up at me fearfully, and I could see the shame and dread in her captivating eyes. They seemed watery, nearly causing her to cry. They also appeared decidedly greener than usual.
"Don't cease moving. It evidently feels great, and you should feel good." I urged her. Brooke stopped rocking her hips forward and back, then resumed after hearing me. "Thinking about being observed by a real person seems thrilling, but how do you feel about having a genuine voyeur?"
I could slightly see the optimism in her eyes as it combated her fear and remorse, and I found her imploring glance as hot as it was heartbreaking. I sensed my following phrases could be pivotal for her self-esteem as well as our relationship in the future. Saying the wrong thing could be ruinous to both of us.
"I personally think it's quite attractive," I admitted. It accidentally came out before I could think up something more fitting, but I assumed now that I dipped my toe in, I had better dive in headfirst. "Now that you're aware he gazes at you, are you planning on persisting with putting on a show for him?"
"I'm not supposed to," Brooke mumbled as she looked down towards her lap once more.
"Which isn't the real inquiry. Of course, you'll carry on. What's really at question is whether you want to."
"What do you signify by, 'Of course, I should'?" Brooke enquired, her head snapping back up in astonishment.
"I'm merely articulating if you have the chance to make someone's life more pleasurable, you ought to always do so, correct? He seemingly enjoyed watching you climax, and I'll vouch for it that it unquestionably enhances my life. So, do you want to keep acting for him, or will I bring up his secret spying to him?"
"Do not do that!" Brooke begged me earnestly.
"Very well. I won't. I perceive that indicates you want to prepare another exhibition for him."
"Ethan..."
"I'm attempting to be empathetic about this, yet I must hear it explicit from you."
"Yes. I want to stage an act for him," she avowed before suddenly stating, "Is that what you desire to hear?"
"That will suffice."
"Now what?" Brooke asked, her voice husky.
"Now you either bring yourself to orgasm while I watch or you detach yourself from that massive thing, and we'll determine if you can still feel my penis inside you."
"Which one do you prefer?" Brooke inquired, her structure collapsing slightly as she resigned to her vulnerability. Now that I'd compelled her to disclose her depraved wishes, she'd been unveiled both figuratively and literally. She's an intelligent woman so my naked wife understood the only path forward was to yield to her sudden helplessness and continue with it.
"Perhaps both?" I chuckled before shifting over to my large recliner by the window. Dropping into the chair, I turned up the footrest as Brooke commenced raising and lowering herself onto the toy. My wife had been masturbating all through our chat, so she didn't take long to summon herself to a happy culmination.
In actuality, I wanted it to continue longer. Observing that massive object submerge into my wife intrigued me, and when she eventually climaxed, I could've retired content then. Instead, I helped Brooke off the toy and lay her on the carpet.
I didn't even attempt to enter her. I'd discharged in my pants at the elm tree, and I'm positive I climaxed again while sitting in that chair watching my wife fuck herself. I understood I didn't have a reliable erection to provide her. As an alternative, I devotedly ate her pussy.
"Might any of our other neighbors have seen you on Thursday nights?" I enquired as Brooke recovered from her initial climax achieved by my tongue. She'd been yanking on her nipples as I'd indulged her, but currently my wife's hands rested loosely on her breasts, but not enough to hide them from my perspective.
"Unlikely be the odds," Brooke signed wistfully as she continued to relish the post-orgasmic bliss.
"But solely if Anton kept this to himself. He's fairly a talkative man," I mentioned as I moved my face back between her legs. "If he relayed this to the other gentlemen, I'm convinced they'd all wish to see you also. For all we know, every man on our street has notice you playing while I've been absent."
I then returned to eating her pussy. I'd simply been putting Brooke on about our other neighbors, but she came even faster and stronger than earlier. I debated but decided not to mention how much my wife appeared to enjoy the concept of all our neighbors watching her.
We retired to bed after that, and Brooke appeared puzzled when I neglected to try and have sex with her. She didn't attempt to put on her panties or a shirt, so we slept cuddled naked until the morning. We still lay like this when my alarm went off the next day.
The following Thursday, I called Rob to inform him that I'd be tardy for the poker game. I left my residence at the usual time and concealed my car at the corner shop, but I neglected the treats since I didn't plan on remaining for long. Sneaking back to my own yard, I saw my neighbor presently stationed beside the back window.
Bugger, Anton's already here?! The bloke probably observed and waited for me to leave!
I went around the front of my house and went to the other side, where I could peer inside the family room. As expected, Brooke had a porn that featured a black man with a blonde woman on. Knowing that Anton might have been watching her, this made me both excited and jealous. Even though the porn didn't interest me and I couldn't see my wife, I didn't want to watch the neighbor either. So I left for my poker game.
I returned three hours later, but Anton was still lurking at the back window. The previous day's snow had covered the grass, and with all the surrounding lights reflecting off it, it wouldn't be possible to reach the elm tree without him noticing me. Instead, I tried to see what Brooke was up to through the side window.
Sitting at our robust coffee table and with her back facing the window, Brooke was bouncing up and down on the dildo while on the TV a brunette was getting 'Black on Blonde'. This time, I had a view of Brooke from the side that made my jaw drop as I saw another dildo in her mouth as if she was being spit roasted like the woman in the show. Glancing towards Anton at the back window, I saw him furiously working on his erection while staring at my wife's engaging display.
I guess that's why he hasn't left yet. Brooke's gone all out with this performance.
Once Anton finally left, I hurried back to the store to retrieve my car. When I returned, I informed my wife that Anton had come over as soon as I had left for the game and stayed until then. Seeing how Brooke became just as sexually wild as she'd been the previous week gave me some level of relief. At least this time I could participate and not just with my tongue.
The next day when I reached home from work, I encountered Brooke in the kitchen wearing her pink nightie that she hadn't worn in years. The slim babydoll top had short sleeves and a flouncy skirt that barely covered her hips. Beneath that, my wife wore matching mesh panties that could barely cover her labia. My wife looked incredibly amazing as she prepared our meals.
I went to our bedroom to put on my pajamas, but I thought of a better plan. I took out my blue funeral suit, red power tie and a white shirt. Now clothed like the man in the domination porn movie my wife had watched a month ago, I went back to the kitchen.
Brooke turned when she heard my shoes tapping on the wooden floor. She smiled but said nothing. Continuing to cook, my wife pretended like everything was as usual. I took her lead and sat at the kitchen table to sort through the mail in silence.
Since she worked that day and got home only 45 minutes before me, Brooke had prepared canned tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. As I watched her fill the bowls and put the sandwiches on our plates, I adjusted my position to ensure maximum comfort for my erection. After placing my food in front of me, she returned for herself.
"No, not there," I growled as she tried to sit next to me. "Sit over there."
Brooke looked at me quizzically but did as I instructed. Sitting beside me, she would be separated from me by the table, making it easy for anyone in our backyard to see her. She shot a glance at the window, and I noticed her smile as she lifted her sandwich to her mouth.
Dressed up in a suit while my wife wore almost nothing, this dinner felt thrilling. Her nightie was much sexier than nudity due to the effort it took to wear it. Additionally, our conversation was more erotic not because of the content but because we'd both dressed appropriately for our roles.
Being aware that Brooke hadn't worn the nightie for me, I didn't feel jealous. I simply knew that I'd be having sex two days in a row.
Meanwhile, I wore the suit purely for Brooke's amusement. While sipping on my soup, I pondered over the idea that women generally look better with little clothing, whereas men attract women better when they're dressed up. I couldn't determine if this was sexist or a mere reflection of the different preferences between men and women.
I helped Brooke clean up after dinner, and we snuggled on the couch to watch TV. Sporting a suit and tie to watch sitcoms felt strange, yet it was evident that my wife loved it. She snuggled up to me, and we stayed in contact until we retired for the night.
Brooke didn't remove her clothes fully when we shared the bed, but she hopped on top of me the moment I relaxed. She took off her small G-string, then positioned herself over my aroused member, just like she'd done with that large dildo the night before. Watching her do this was stimulating, but her position on top of me was more arousing.
I didn't last long, however, and I spent almost an hour afterward making sure my tongue did all I couldn't with my penis. Brooke had two orgasms, both appearing genuine. It was after I went to wash my face that I noticed she'd opened the drapes and taken down the sheers on our bedroom window.
One Saturday, Brooke came to eat breakfast wearing the babydoll nightie she hadn't before, leaving both my pants and shirt looking ridiculous. I almost went back for a suit, but I decided to reserve that for evenings.
"I have to go shopping today, but I only expect to be gone a couple hours," she declared as we enjoyed our breakfast of waffles and bacon.
"OK. I'll just be doing chores today," I responded.
Since I work full time, I only handle house responsibilities on the weekends. With the increased brightness in my home, I began to understand the reason. Brooke hadn't just removed the sheers in our bedroom - she wanted uninterrupted views from all parts of the house.
Wow, this all caught on very quickly...
Once I completed my indoor chores, I headed out to clear the driveway and sidewalks of the recent snowfall. This also cleared the footprints belonging to my neighbour, Anton, meaning he'd seen us engaged in a sexual act the night before. However, just seeing Anton's footprints didn't definitely mean he'd witnessed this act - he might've been admiring Brooke getting dressed or undressed.
The idea of Anton peeping on us got me hard again. I know it's strange that I found his infringement of my wife's privacy so exciting, but I couldn't deny my enjoyment. I didn't mind him seeing me naked - why should I be ashamed to parade my body around when I felt it?
As I reflected on the past month, I realized that by clearing the snow, I'd made things easier for Anton to continue peeping. I didn't merely take pleasure in it; I was also unknowingly assisting him.
When Brooke came back, she brought her shopping bags into our bedroom. Ten minutes later, she emerged in a white nightgown I hadn't ever before witnessed. The nightgown extended to her ankles, and despite its thickness, the sheer fabric ensured I could make out her entire figure lacked panties.
"Wow, you look stunning!" I exclaimed.
"Thank you!" she replied, giving me a light kiss on the cheek.
I thought she was merely modelling the nightgown, but it turned out she wore it throughout the day. At dinner, she sat near the sliding glass door without me prompting her. Her goosebumps and enlarged nipples reminded me it was chilly inside our home, but she showed no interest in covering up while we devoured our steak and grilled vegetables.
After dinner, I turned up the heat to make her more comfortable. Later, dressed more casually in a t-shirt and lounge pants, I held my wife in my arms as we snuggled on the couch.
"I want to head shopping tomorrow."
"To buy new underwear?" Brooke inquired. Brooke had been nagging me about my boxers for a while, and I might've expected this inquiry. However, my thoughts were elsewhere.
"Of course you'll get new underwear, but I also want to buy you more lingerie."
"Why?"
"Well, you appear to want to dress sexier at home now. I believe it's because you don't want to disappoint anyone who may be watching," I suggested cautiously.
"Ethan, I love you, not Anton," she emphasized, clearly distraught about my potential envy or anger.
My wife's summary reinforced that while I enjoyed her more revealing clothing, my real affinity was for my wife, not the person peeping on her.
I knew what you were thinking and I assured you, "It's fine. I benefit from your new hobby, too." I kissed your forehead as I said this. "If it was just for me, you would have done it a long time ago." I said seriously, "I just want you to be happy."
On Sunday, after having breakfast late, we both got dressed up for a shopping trip like it was a date. I even changed into my 'master' outfit, and I asked you to wear your date night lingerie under a sexy wrap dress that I liked. At first, you objected to the dress, but I managed to convince you to wear it by reminding you that you wouldn't have to keep pulling your clothes over your head in the fitting rooms.
We spent the next six hours visiting different lingerie stores, classy ones and trashy ones. Mostly, I'm not a big fan of shopping, but I really enjoyed it that day. As the time went by, you became more involved in the process. We even went to a big box store and bought a few six-packs of boxer briefs for me.
I had you try on anything that looked sexy and sent me selfies of you in different pieces of lingerie from the fitting rooms. I liked having dozens of pictures of you in various lingerie. We both had veto power for every purchase, and we ended up buying fourteen lingerie sets in different colours and styles.
When the shopping was done, I took you to a fancy restaurant since we were all dressed up. Sunday wasn't a popular date night, so the small Italian place was quiet and practically empty. It turned out to be quite a romantic afternoon.
We came home around seven, and I helped you carry your new things to our room. I put aside a lime green baby doll while you put everything else into your lingerie drawer. After dropping the shopping bags in the trashcan in the kitchen, I grabbed you and kissed you passionately on the lips.
"Take your dress off," I ordered abruptly as I let go of you and took a step back.
"Here?" you asked in surprise, looking around the kitchen. Your hesitation, after the things you've been doing in the last month, seemed funny to me, but I kept trying to be stern.
"Yes."
You hesitated another moment but then undid the two buttons that held your dress closed. As you let it fall from your shoulders, I saw you shiver a little because of the cool kitchen. I took an extra moment to look you up and down before speaking again.
"Take off the bra."
"Shouldn't we go to our room?"
"Take off the bra," I demanded, before adding, "or I'll have to spank you to make you be good."
"What's wrong with you?" you asked, puzzled, but dressed up the way you were, you still looked gorgeous.
I stepped forward and turned you around before you could react. I wrapped my left arm around your waist, and I placed my right hand between your shoulder blades. I pushed hard, bending you over, and smacked your bottom three times with my hand. The sound of my palm hitting your bare ass echoed off the kitchen cabinets.
When I released you, you stood upright and looked up at me. I had never raised a hand to you before. You looked shy and unsure. Your breathing was shallow, and your cheeks were pink.
"Ethan, what..."
"I've seen the BDSM videos you like," I declared calmly, and you grew redder. "That was just to get your attention. Now remove your bra, or I'll have to actually spank you."
Trembling a little, you reached behind you and unclasped your lacy bra. When you let it fall on top of the dress at your ankles, you didn't stay bent over submissively. Instead, you looked up into my eyes with a needy expression.
Thank God you're into it! It could have turned out so differently...
Keeping a strong tone, I leaned in and whispered into your ear. "Turn around."
Your trembling hands reached behind you and I noticed them shake a little. You had so much sexual energy, I've never seen you like this, not even the time when you found out Anton had been watching you. I never wanted to hurt you, not even my own wife, because I had never touched a woman in a violent way. It wasn't something I had to do in the war... but I'm sure you'd secretly love it if I did...
Bending forward and twisting her back, Brooke slowly removed her thong while looking at me, as if showing off her skills learned from a past disguised profession. After taking off the lace fabric with a mesmerizing slowness, she stood up and continued to gaze at me.
Staying in the position in front of the sink window, she anticipated my next move, anticipating being told what to do. I never knew my wife embraced orders, yet here she was, showing it to me.
I'm not sure how context changes everything...
"Excellent," I whispered near her ear as my hand touched the buttock I had recently spanked. The sweet combination of her perfume and her arousal filled my nose, intensifying my desire for her. Brooke pushed her round rear against my hand and cocked her head to present her neck more openly. Receiving a clue, I kissed the spot below her earlobe. As her body became softer and lighter, I encircled her in my embrace.
"I left your new green nightgown on the bed." I murmured in her ear as my hands traced up her sides and lifted her breasts. "Go change into it, then meet me in the living room."
My wife quickly headed to fulfill my orders, while I relocated the coffee table to my home office. Once there, I settled down on the couch's end to wait. Soon after, Brooke reappeared, convinced to adhere to my rule.
"Stand where I point," I commanded, directing her gaze towards the floor around three feet from me. She glanced at the window before moving towards the specified spot, concealing her sex with her hands.
The long green nightgown Brooke wore showed the straps of her G-string beneath the frilled skirt and her tiny, swollen nipples through the thin material. Her round breasts barely fit in the garment, making for a tantalizing cleavage. To me, she was a work of desire.
"From now on, you must wear lingerie or no clothes when at your home without anyone else. If you choose to wear anything else, you'll need to request my consent," I instructed, admiring the naughty woman in front of me.
"Like for date nights..."
"No. At all times. Being seen in skimpy clothing is a pleasure for me. How do you feel about that?"
"I... well... it seems appropriate for the audience when he comes over," Brooke replied, slightly stunned yet excited at her new role.
"Second, you'll sit at my feet while watching TV. Demonstrate understanding," I stated, buttoning my shirt cuffs while admiring her half-naked body.
Brooke stepped towards me, knelt in front of the couch, and rested her chin on my thigh. The submissive gesture left me breathless.
"Purchase one sex toy each week for the whole month. Demonstrate their use to me when the evening news airs," I instructed.
"Alright."
"Furthermore, acquire an elegant antique chest to store all your adult toys. Ensure it's large due to the collection. A lock is a necessity as we wouldn't want intrusive guests to discover our playthings," I commanded.
"I will."
"Fifth, you'll submit your hidden fantasies and fetishes you've so far kept from me," I asserted.
"Like what?"
"Exactly. That's why you need to share your forbidden thoughts," I stressed jealously, seeing her hand, once covering herself, lightly rub against her G-string. Her arousal entranced me.
"It's not that I don't trust you," she quickly confessed, hugging my leg tighter. "I was afraid you'd judge me for being... peculiar."
"No, you misunderstand. I'm thrilled you've shared a secret with me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wasn't aware of your voyeuristic tendency, your desire to be dominated, and your passion for sex toys."
"Oh..." Brooke blushed, her grip on my leg remaining steady.
"I don't believe that. I couldn't," I reassured her. I didn't want my wife regretting opening up to me. "I love you, and I want us to be open and honest. It's something any woman would want, don't you agree?"
"I do!"
"So you'll be more honest with me?" I persisted.
"Yes," Brooke said earnestly as she raised her head off my lap and looked at me. "What fantasies do you have in mind?"
"There's one I've been thinking about," I disclosed.
"What is it? I'll do it," she responded eagerly.
"My fantasy is helping you fulfill your fantasies," I informed her.
"That's all?"
"If I do that, it makes me a great lover; and who wouldn't want that?"
"Whatever you say," my wife replied, resting her head back on my lap. We watched the evening news alongside one another in silence. I was soon tired of this inactivity.
"Get all your toys." I instructed during a commercial break. Brooke, delighted to follow direction, scampered away. I observed her rounded derriere as she exited, and it was almost as beautiful as her jiggling breasts when she reappeared holding a bottle of lubricant, a vibrator, and two dildos.
"She'll have more for us to use soon enough…"
"Hand me the lube," I demanded as she stood in front of me, squatting slightly. My wife almost dropped one of the dildos while handing the bottle over.
"Place the larger dildo in your vagina," I instructed.
Brooke bent her legs into a slightly spread-apart stance before pushing the head of the large toy against her inner labia. She appeared to struggle somewhat, attributable to not having it preexisting in the past. The spectacle of her efforts only heightened the sexual arousal. I changed the channel on the TV during a break and came across a video of a redhead being sexually assaulted by several men based on race and size.
"Take the smaller dildo in your mouth," I instructed, unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers. I hadn't worn a belt as it would hinder me. I sat back down, pulling out my standing erection as she obeyed. I sat back and admired my waiting wife, who had a dildo in each orifice.
"Use the lubricant on my penis," I instructed as I offered her the bottle.
Brooke complied, relinquishing the dildo and offering the lubricant before leaving me to seize it. I poured lube on the tip of my penis, and she offered the bottle. I proceeded to slick the lubricant down the shaft but inadvertently dripped some on my pants, soliciting remorse from her purse lips.
"Good. Give me the bottle," I asserted, taking it from her hand. "Now, bend over with your hands and knees."
Brooke obeyed, leaning over and gripping the cushions with her hands. I picked up her vibrator from the floor and turned it on. With my other hand, I doused my middle and index fingers with the remaining lubricant. My wife had yet to experience any form of anal play, but she was about to learn. Her anus tightened at my touch, but I was prepared.
"Loosen up," I advised softly. "Let me in."
Her sphincter slowly relaxed, allowing me to work my fingertip inside. I felt her loosen up even more around my finger. I glanced out the window and mused about the possibility of someone watching us. Still, my attention soon returned to my moaning wife.
"Do you like this, Brooke?" I inquired, pressing my finger deeper into her anus.
She whimpered slightly but managed to stay upright. To my surprise, she murmured, "I need more."
Her request was fulfilled as I pressed through her tight, resisting sphincter with a second finger. Brooke moaned loudly yet complied. I glanced at the window again, wondering if someone peered in to watch as she experienced a similar scene on TV.
"Relax, darling," I whispered softly. "Open up to me."
I gently eased in my two fingers, and her body started to quake. While fingering her anus, the redhead on my TV was being fucked hard, making me wonder if Brooke was watching too.
"This can't be sustained much longer. Sit on me," I told her.
Brooke groaned audibly but remained hunched over, allowing me the opportunity to guide her onto my standing erection. To ease her, I poured more lubricant on my fingers and lightly rubbed them on my genitals. Brooke reluctantly relocated back onto my standing erection. We sat together, my ears picking up the subtle noises on TV. Handsomely crafted men ravished the redhead's body, and my mind envisioned my wife under their lustful hands.
"Brooke, you can't stay like that for long. Time for you to sit on me," I suggested.
She complied, moving back onto my hard penis. With her precarious balance, standing in front of me, she sat down on me. I marveled at her obedience and promptness to satisfy my lust.
I'm not exceptionally big or small when it comes to size. However, my penis was wider and longer than two fingers, and it didn't slide in smoothly when Brooke attempted to sit on it.
Watching my wife struggle to accommodate my penis brought me excitement. She moved up and down, with the head of my cock gradually slipping past her anus. With no sense of urgency, I relaxed with my hands behind my head, enjoying the sight of Brooke's effort to be penetrated.
The head eventually passed through her sphincter, prompting a high-pitched moan from my wife. As the widest part was now inside her, she lowered herself onto me, holding nothing more than her leg strength.
My entire shaft was now inside her rectum. It felt tighter than her vagina, and it wasn't just tight at the entrance but throughout my erection. This was a new experience for me, but Brooke's reaction was nothing short of hot.
The sight of my wife's full mouth, vagina, and anus filled with different objects stirred a deep-seated darkness within her. I continued to apply pressure to her clitoris with the vibrator, causing her to shift her hips back and forth, signaling satisfaction from her first anal experience.
As I was situated on the couch, I observed the TV. Brooke's actions mirrored the other redhead's pacing and force. Reaching for her breasts, I softly squeezed and pinched her nipples, though I'm unsure whether she felt it due to her heightened excitement.
For over twenty minutes, I observed as my wife thoroughly enjoyed herself. However, her energy began to wane, which suited me well. I desired to resume command and Brooke's current condition allowed me to do just that.
With my penis still lodged within her, I shifted off the couch and held her hips, thrusting slowly into her. After confirming I wasn't causing her discomfort, I increased the force of my thrusts.
My scrotum collided with the base of the dildo in her pussy, a sensation that wasn't painful but made an interesting impact. Pushing her dildo deeper into her pussy with each thrust, I slammed my hips hard against her ass, causing the large vibrator to strike her clitoris. Her body buckled with each strike.
Brooke's groans were distinct from her past orgasms. I fucked my wife's ass aggressively, tailoring my movements to ensure her discomfort. She didn't immediately orgasm, but the experience felt incredibly satisfying.
Between her ass and the dildo in her pussy, Brooke climaxed a second time with me still inside her. Immediately following, I let out a roar, depositing my semen deep within her bowels.
Brooke folded forward and scrambled onto her elbows, her legs splayed out to the side. The remains of my semen were released, dripping from her anus and onto the suction cup of the dildo she'd inserted in her pussy. Her face was turned to the side, exposing the base of the dildo, still teasing her mouth.
As soon as I'd cleaned up, I retrieved the vibrator Brooke had dropped when we'd moved to the floor. I lubed up the entire length of it and reinserted it into her anus, placing it on a random setting.
She sobbed for a short while after the intense experience, but her tears were those produced by a glorious climax. Moreover, she had fresh batteries in her vibrator, unbeknownst to her.
I assumed a seated position on the couch. With a sporting event filling the screen, I turned off the adult entertainment and allowed my wife to recover, lying submissively at my feet. She remained there while the vibrator buzzed within her.
I stayed quiet when I noticed her hand playing with her clitoris or gyrating the dildo in her pussy. I feigned disinterest in the television game, but hearing her moans and her body's involuntary thrashing indicated multiple orgasms. She'd neither cried nor resisted.
At about midnight, the vibrator stopped working. I assisted Brooke in removing all the toys and placed them in the sink of the laundry room for cleaning the following day. I carried my wife to our bedroom and set her down, leaving her lying there naked. Wrapping my arms around her, she whispered, "Thanks."
"No problem at all," I responded, leaning in to kiss her head gently. "So I guess that means you're fine with the new guidelines?"
"Relax," my wife murmured softly, before falling asleep in a blissful state.
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