{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"9a062d81-b21e-45e5-9ee4-8714a282c979","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-22T22:40:29.313Z","title":"I like to watch","slug":"i-like-to-watch","shortId":"RLbiAgal","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Wife and her female lover ... Husband who enjoys watching his wife give and receive orgasms ...","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"cd02647b-a0bf-4ca4-bd0b-b84d6b3a5460","title":null,"summary":"“I like to watch. No, that’s not correct. I love to watch.” I am not shy about my ","wordCount":1710,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

“I like to watch. No, that’s not correct. I love to watch.” I am not shy about my love, my desire to watch my lady, my partner, my wife have orgasms with other people. “She knows. Of course she knows I love to watch her. How else could I do so often and with such proximity.”

This Friday afternoon I sit in our bedroom wearing the dark suit I wore to the office. My left leg crossed over my right knee with the polished black wingtip slightly bobbing to the perceived rhythm. I removed my suit jacket and it hangs over the hanger and have removed my tie but the white shirt remains on my torso. I have unbuttoned a couple of the middle buttons so I may have access to my pierced nipples. Playing with them remains my most overt sexual activity while my wife entertains.

Today, she had texted me a photo of her and Imogene while they shared lunch at a restaurant not far from my office. The text only noted that they would be home by 3p and I should arrive at 4p. Nothing else was said nor was it necessary to say. If anyone had seen the text, they might have commented on how attractive my wife is or asked about her lunch companion. There would have been no thought of what is occurring before my eyes as I sit on the wooden chair in our bedroom.

When I arrive home at 3:45, I feel the hood of my wife’s convertible and judge that she was indeed home by 3 due to the lack of warmth on the hood. I knew they would be well past conversation and undressing but unlike you, I did not rush into our bedroom to watch. I take my time moving through the house, setting my phone to vibrate as I lay it on the table and removing my jacket just before stepping into our bedroom. Yes, I was barely inside our house when I heard my wife’s anguished voice but this too was entirely expected.

I stand at the doorway and catch my wife’s eye. She is lying on her back with two pillows piled under her head so she can watch. Her tanned skin glistens in the warm afternoon sunlight shining through the west-facing windows. All I can see of her lover is the olive complexion, beautifully shaped ass and the souls of her feet as she is on elbows and knees between my wife’s thighs. I admire them both for a full sixty seconds before the timer in my brain tells me it is time to move along. I hang my coat in the closet then move to take my place on the wooden chair my wife has left for me. At this point, my wife taps her lover who looks up then looks to her left to see me sitting.

“This is Imogene - isn’t she lovely?” My wife says as way of introduction.

Nodding, “yes, Imogene you are lovely. Now please, do not let me interrupt any further.” Imogene smiles, I can see her eyes studying me as I sit quite care free as if at the park watching pigeons. She pauses a moment longer knowing that I will not interrupt them as my wife has told her but still that hesitation not believing it true. Then her face turns towards my wife’s vagina and her tongue extends to lick between her folds that are already the lovely shade of pink they become from arousal. My wife’s right leg lowers to the sheets, straightening out her knee but more important - allows me to see Imogene eat her pussy. These are the moments that amaze me about my wife - in the middle of being tongued by this beauty, she is aware of my needs too.

My left hand slips under my shirt and fingertips play against my already firm nipple. I tug on the small hoop. I pinch the nipple as I watch Imogene’s tongue move up and down between the meaty folds. I touch myself in silence always - I am merely an allowed voyeur and I do not wish to distract either. When Imogene’s tongue flicks over my wife’s now engorged clitoris, my wife voices a deep moan of pleasure that makes me shiver. Her dark hair falls over her face obscuring my view for a moment before Imogene too is aware of me and pushes the hair away to once more show me her tongue flat against my wife’s clit. Soon her back arches and she cries out softly with her strong orgasm as Imogene licks feverishly.

Imogene crawls over her body and lays atop as my wife enjoys the sensations of her orgasm and works to catch her breath to return it to calm. Imogene presses lips and my wife’s part to take her tongue. My wife tastes her own pussy and orgasm as Imogene’s tongue dances. She kisses my wife soulfully to my delight. Not all are so comfortable with me in the room. I admit that my presence is not routine nor normal, by most people’s standards. But as I told you, I love to watch my wife have orgasms.

Moments pass then my wife rolls Imogene onto her back as she slips off the bed. She returns wearing small leather harness around her hips and a seven-inch lifelike dildo with balls hangs downward. I say lifelike because it is a latex copy of my own penis and balls. We had molds made of my genitals and paid to have multiple identical copies made. Most even match the color of my genitals when I am aroused. A couple were made in bright colors, more like gag cocks. My wife will often use those to masturbate herself or to fuck my ass.

She liberally applies lube to her penis then gets between Imogene’s open thighs. My leg uncrosses as I lean forward with both shoes on the ground. This has become my favorite part. My molded-penis penetrating her partner. Fortunately my genetics produced a penis that is long enough and thick enough to provide pleasure without being unduly large. Or heaven forbid, too small to please. My balls hang just low. Fortunately the firm we used to create the duplicates had the ability to make the latex balls with just enough give that they swing when my wife fucks. It is unexpected and often causes the best bits of surprised arousal when they feel the balls slapping flesh the first time!

My wife takes her time to mount Imogene. She slowly pushes the head between the young woman’s small labia. Inch by Inch, my wife’s cock disappears into Imogene. Her eyes flash from Imogene to me and back, holding both of our attentions as if she could look into each of us simultaneously. Hands on either side of Imogene, my wife begins to fuck her with force and rhythmic intensity. I did not know at this moment, that Imogene had already orgasmed once before I arrived home. I can hear the tender squelches of cock to cunt with each thrust. I can hear my wife’s tender grunts each time she thrusts. And Imogene with her smooth cunt is soon moaning softly with each filling thrust of cock to her pussy. My hands are flat on my knees willing myself to not touch neither my nipples nor my crotch.

But I am hard within my dark suit pants. My bulge thong underwear from a well-known gay designer are taught across my cock and balls. By now, they are wet from the constant oozing of precum from my slit as I watched my wife. Each time my wife thrusts her penis into Imogene, my own cock twitches as if I can feel the heat of her pussy. As if I can feel the tightness of her pink walls surrounding my own cock. As if I can feel the wetness of arousal and the smell of her pussy caressing my cock. And then the urgency, my wife by now can read my face with perfection She begins to hump long and fast to make Imogene cry out with each thrust.

The seven inches push deep and the heavy balls swing to tap at Imogene’s pussy with each thrust. My own breathing feels short as I sit silently and watch. When Imogene muffles a cry with her orgasm, I feel my own. I cum in my bulge thong underwear from my wife’s fucking of Imogene. It is as if I’m inside her and fucking her. It is as if her orgasm is my orgasm. I cum hard today and feel myself coating my underwear with semen. My wife collapses atop of Imogene and softly kisses her lips. I sit back in the wooden chair.

I give them a moment then I stand up and walk out of the room. The guest bathroom is down the hallway and I quickly turn on the shower water as I undress. I note that only a bit of my semen seeped through to the inside of my suit pants. Not enough to send them to the cleaners, my wife will be able to get it out without a stain. After stepping out of my underwear, I bring the bulge to my nose and inhale my scent. I proceed to lick my orgasm from the material as best as I can. My wife does not approve of wasted orgasms. My showers do not take long. If my wife’s guest has left, I will join her in our bed. If not, I will leave them to their business for as long as they need. Fortunately today, Imogene is no where to be found when I check our bedroom. It is nearly 6:30 by this time.

My wife is still wearing the harness and cock when I look in on her. She pats the bed beside her and I slip off my robe and join her naked on our sheets. We kiss and make small talk about Imogene then she says “blow me then fuck me, my love.” I kiss her mouth once more then move between her legs. When she is with a woman, it often ends with me fucking her. Just one more reason why I enjoy her being with a woman.

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