The Wonders of Wife Watching

The Wonders of Wife Watching

After two years of coaxing and trying to make a case for the value of pornography, my wife finally agreed to at least try it. I had been a fan of watching porn since I became an adult, many years ago, and I thought it might just spice things up in our king-sized marital bed, at least that was my hope.

We had just made love that night and she was next to me, breathing hard and she rolled up on her side, looked at me, and said, "Okay. If you still want me to, I guess watching two people fuck won't be so bad. Carol says she and Marcus do it regularly and she gets a real kick out of it. So, I will if you still want me to and have some. You still interested in showing me some?"

I kissed her and said if she didn't like it we could just turn it off. "Carol says it can be sexy and fun," my wife said with a smile. "You have some?"

"Of course I do," I said. "I can get it. You want to now?"

"No time like the present," she said. "Now that I am in the mood. Bring it on," she said with a grin. "On with the show." She knelt naked on the bed and gestured toward my closet porn supply.

I got a few tapes and put one in the VCR. I picked one of the threesome tapes and turned it on and got back in bed. "Are there really men with cocks that big?" she said with a gasp after about five minutes.

"Even bigger," I said.

She watched quietly for awhile, then made a sound like she was tasting a great dessert, a moaning sound of pleasure. "She seems to be enjoying it," she said, her voice a little hoarse from obvious arousal.

"I don't think she has to fake it," I said.

We watched another tape and Claire seemed to be still enjoying herself. The third tape was a scene with a black on white featuring a tall Jamaican fucking a sexy blond from behind as she knelt on the bed with her legs apart and her head hanging down below her shoulders.

I noticed Claire put her hand between her legs and began diddling her clit as we watched. "You like to watch this, right?" she asked.

"I do enjoy it, yes," I said. "It's like watching other people play sports. I like watching football, and the World Series is fun to see, so, yeah. I like watching people do things I enjoy, even fucking," I said.

"You like going to the actual games, right?" she said with a sly look on her face.

"Yes," I said, wondering where she was going with that.

"Would you like watching real people do this, like people you know?"

"Of course," I said.

"Your wife?" she said with a grin.

"Would I like to watch you getting fucked?" I said. She nodded. "There is a whole subculture of guys who like to watch their wives getting screwed. It's called wife watching, HotWives, and spectating," I said.

"So are you one of them?" she asked, cuddling up to me.

"I am afraid so," I said. "I just never had the nerve to asked you about it. There are magazines that devote whole issues to wife watching, websites that only deal with wife spectating. It is a big thing these days. Let me ask you a question. Could you do that?"

"I am not sure," she said. "Maybe. But I already knew about it. Carol performs for Marcus," she said. "She told me all about it. At first she said she wouldn't do it, but then she decided to go for it. Now she is a convert. She thinks I should do it for you. Now she says she likes fucking other guys and letting Marcus watch as much as he wants."

I had never heard her say fuck before, so I was surprised by her language as much as her talking about the subject of wife watching. I also was getting hot from hearing her talk about fucking other guys and considering it.

"Carol said she was against it at first, but once she started watching porn with Marcus, she changed her mind. Watching people fuck was fun. Now she recommends it to spice things up in the bedroom."

"You'd consider that?"

"Fucking other guys for my loving husband's pleasure?" she asked with a smile. "Sure. I would sacrifice my moral code for love," she said with a smile. "Carol says it's an E ticket ride."

I took her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you," I said.

"And I love you enough to let you watch me get fucked by a big, hard cock," she said, wrapping her legs around my body, pulling me against her. "So I'd be a HotWife?"

"The hottest," I said.

"Should we look at that website Carol told me about?" she asked, opening up her laptop. She had the name written on a piece of paper and opened up to the site. There were no pictures, but many comments from couples who belonged to the group and were part of the 'wife watching' culture.

"It is the hottest thing I have ever seen," wrote one man, "to watch my wife take a big hard cock in her sweet, wet pussy."

"His watching has brought us closer together," one woman wrote. "We are more honest with each other now."

The site gave figures of people who engage in wife sharing and HotWife lifestyles. It revealed the statistics and percentages and explained how the practice was growing across the country, and it interviewed sex researchers who have studied sexual lifestyles and the practice of extramarital sex.

It seems the popularity has been increasing over the past twenty years and has become quite common with about twenty-five percent of married couples reporting they have engaged in the lifestyle at least once over the past year.

Writing, photographing, or engaging in the practice has become a ten million-dollar-a-year business. One researcher called it a cottage industry.

"I guess Carol and Marcus aren't the only ones doing it," she said with a wink.

"Totally," I said. "Wife watching may not be the new Tupperware Party, but it is catching on as a new activity, like backyard barbecues or frisbee throwing." The site explained how attitudes about sex had changed in the US to align more with those in Europe, and how that had contributed to the growth of wife watching activities in the West.

We read through some of the stories on the website about watching episodes with couples who had adopted the lifestyle. The stories were similar, but each had a unique difference in the plot. One woman had convinced her husband he needed to share her with his ex college roommate. Another had seduced her husband's friend as her mate watched them in the hot tub.

Claire is a very sexy woman with a fuck-me smile and a body that inspires fantasies, and every man I know most likely has vivid sexual fantasies about my spouse. I was sure anyone we offered the chance to bed her would literally jump at the opportunity to crawl between the sheets with my sexy, naked wife. Whether they would agree to let me watch them fuck her was more of the question.

We talked about it that night after sex, and discussed who she would like. "Any prime candidates?" I asked as we cuddled.

"Dozens," she joked.

I knew most of my friends would give an arm just to see her naked, so we weren't going to have a problem finding her a bed partner, but we had to find one she had an interest in, one she was attracted to. She named a few, then we narrowed it down to two and she picked one.

We figured we'd propose it to him. If he wasn't interested, yeah right, we'd then go to number two. To get ready for her big night, we watched a lot of porn and I could see she was getting into it thoroughly, watching intently and making groaning sounds as she sat in front of the tv watching people have sex.

"You are enjoying these aren't you?" I said.

She smiled, without taking her eyes off the screen, and then she took my hand. "I do like it," she said. "I am surprised I do," she added, "but I do. You were right. It is really hot. I imagine myself as one of them. She looks ravenous," she said.

"She is that," I said. "You think her orgasms are real?"

"No one can fake the redness in their neck and cheeks," she said. "Of course they are real. She may scream a little louder for the camera, but she's coming all right." Claire was always sure about things, from the fact she wouldn't watch porn to the shift in her thoughts to admitting that she enjoyed it. Whether she would or wouldn't do something, there was always no doubt about it once she finally made up her mind.

When she made up her mind to watch porn it was settled and there was no doubt or equivocation. She would do as she decided and there was no question about it. When she proposed my watching her with another man, she had changed her position quickly and completely. Was that waffling? Perhaps, but she did not doubt herself once she'd made up her mind.

That is who she is. If she doesn't like a certain food, but finds she enjoys it at some point later, she is committed to that food for life. Once she decided it may not be so bad to watch porn, she became a total fan. Likewise, when she made the decision to let me watch her she became a total advocate, being determined to make sure it happened.

She began planning the event. When we discussed who she might like to sleep with, she began to prepare herself for that experience. She told me about fantasizing and masturbating to thoughts of her fucking someone else.

It became something we talked about daily, joking and referring to our "big night" and how excited we both were to have it on the calendar. When we talked to Grant, he was, of course, interested. His brother, he said had provided the service for a couple he was friends with.

He even made suggestions about where it could be, even offered to pay for an acceptable hotel and said he'd reserve a room wherever we wanted. The idea of performing almost as a spectator sport for a horny husband didn't bother him one single bit.

It was clear that Grant had had the hots for Claire for years, and my wife watching interests simply gave him a chance to fulfill a long-held fantasy. There was no way he would refuse the chance to make love to my wife, even if it meant doing it in front of me.

We met for dinner, to go over some standards and protocol, safe words, and things she likes or what she wouldn't do. He sat next to her, as an introduction to the idea of them as a couple, and to help them get comfortable with being together. After awhile he began to feel more comfortable and put his arm around her waist.

I wasn't totally sure how I was going to react to that, but it was fine and I smiled at myself for being so unsure. Intellectually, I had agreed to watching her, but emotionally, until that moment I wasn't sure. Thinking about him fucking her was one thing, seeing him do it was another.

I knew as I watched them from across the table I was going to be fine with it. I found myself getting aroused just by them sitting together. I knew that watching them fuck was going to be really hot. All the articles and websites that dealt with it were accurate. It could be a very exciting sexual element and I knew then why many men choose to do it.

I understood at that moment I was one of them and the word cuckold really did apply to me. The day we were getting ready for her big night with Grant, I was so excited that I could hardly wait. I never remember being so sexually aroused, at least not a whole day before anything sexual was going to happen.

As I watched her get ready--showering, preparing herself, trimming her bush, selecting just the right outfit that would look scrumptious, but that would come off easily--I could not wait to see him slide his hardness into her and part her labia with his fingers or push his tongue between those luscious petals.

All day I pictured them making love, imagining them fucking every time I looked at her. I had a tremendous urge to masturbate that day, to have an orgasm, but I wanted to save all my excitement for that night. My excitement and my energy needed to be saved. I didn't want anything to detract from the exhilaration of seeing them together fucking.

She looked glorious. Her neck was flush and her cheeks were rosy. When he arrived we went fairly quickly to the bedroom. I could see how aroused she was, and when she got naked her milk-white body contrasted with his Italian olive skin.

Grant was not as large as the men in the porn videos we had watched, but his stiff cock stood out longer than mine and it was full and thick and heavily veined. It stood out straight as he moved toward her.

As he walked with her towards the bed, his cock bounced in front of him as he moved. She got on the bed, on her back, then she reached out to him and he climbed between her knees.

I watched his cock as it touched her pussy lips, slipped between them, and then slid into her. She sighed as he moved in, arched her back and pushed up against him. He eased in all the way in and their pubic hair combined, her hips moving against his, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her breathing rapid.

I thought of all of the porn scenes we had watched, and compared the sight of my wife fucking Grant on the hotel bed. The porn was fun, but watching Claire fuck Grant was the greatest turn on of my life.

When she started to come my heart beat increased and my cock twitched with enthusiasm. From where I sat, I could see the white foam gathering at her opening, covering his cock and mixing with her lather. His cock was coated with the white sauce of their fucking and the faster he pushed into her the more of the froth that they generated.

As his speed increased my pulse matched the rhythm of their fucking. Also as I watched I realized just how much I loved her, how seeing her pleasure elevated my own, how caring about her pleasure added to mine.

I remember when I picked up the magazine at the book store that said, Wife Watching Edition across the cover, and I thought about all the times I had fantasized about exactly that. I read the stories and studied the pictures and limited myself to masturbatory fantasies, figuring she'd never agree to such a thing. I imagined watching her fuck someone else and longed to see it actually happen.

I knew it was unusual for many men to want to watch their wife have sex, but I didn't know so many others had the same urge as I did. The magazine showed me that there were others, that I was not the only one, and it gave me a hope that I hadn't understood before.

After the magazine I began to look for material on wife watching. I found things on the internet, books written about voyeurism, and began to see more and more on the subject of men wanting to watch their wives have sex. I learned that in many other cultures around the world it was a common diversion and husbands all over the globe were watching their wives fuck other men.

It was not just me. I felt liberated and more confident about my inclinations. I began to start thinking about it being more than just a fantasy, but I still was not very optimistic about her agreeing to let it happen.

There was still something inside me that said it was a little depraved and not wholesome, although the desire kept building and the fantasies about it increased. I began to think about it everyday and would bring myself many times a day to images of her having sex. When I looked at her I would imagine her naked with a man's hands on her breasts, or his mouth over her labia, or his tongue or cock reaching deep into her pussy.

When it finally happened, and I sat in their hotel room watching Claire and Grant have sex, I took out my erection and began stroking my cock as I watched. "You look fantastic," I said aloud. They looked over at me and smiled.

As if on cue, she moved out from under him and got on her knees. He moved behind her and positioned his sticky erect cock at her backdoor and placed it against her anus. We had never done anal before, so I was surprised but pleased to see her initiate it with her new partner.

As if they had planned it, Grant reached to the nightstand and picked up a jar of lubricant and coated his cock with ointment, then he slid it slowly into her ass. She sighed as it went in and she dropped her head, then pushed back against him. He began moving in and out of her ass and she grunted each time he pushed it forward.

"Oh, god," she whispered as he fucked her ass, jarring her breasts that hung as she bent over on her knees. "Oh, Grant, fuck my butt. Yes, baby, fuck me good. Fuck me so my husband can watch."

She reached back between her legs and put her fingers on her clit and worked them over it as he fucked her ass. I realized we had seen that done in one of the porn videos we had watched. She began to groan and a low growl came from far down in her throat. Her orgasm was building from deep in her chest and it rumbled slowly up from her core and came flowing out of her.

She began to cry out as she came and he continued to ram it into her, fast and hard and with the force of his whole body, pushing her forward with each thrust, her tits swinging as her body jolted from his vigorous fucking. It was better than any porn I had ever seen and I was so happy the pornography had given her ideas and she was enjoying one of them.

She opened her mouth and was breathing hard and fast, savoring her climax as it rumbled from her. She leaned forward on her elbows, her ass in the air, his cock in her anus, and her fists were clenched tight. My wife was being fucked by a friend of mine and I was loving every second of it.

When her orgasm had finished its intensity and run its course, she collapsed like a punctured balloon, covering the bed like a wet rag. Grant did as well, and he sprawled beside her, naked and spent, breathing rapidly and trying to recover, but losing the fight. Without a word I left them sleeping and went into the other room and turned on the television, running through the channels looking for a football game or movie to watch.

It was halftime in the game between the Rams and the Colts when the door to the bedroom opened and Claire came into the room wearing only a man's button-down shirt open in the front.

"You recovered?" I asked.

"I think so," she said.

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "I like what you did when he was doing you doggy," I said, "that one we saw in the film about anal."

"Thought you would," she said. "You like watching us?" This time I smiled and nodded without speaking.

"You were great," I finally said. "Good sex is great to watch. You were marvelous, that's for sure. World class." She blushed and grinned.

"You think this might become a habit?" I asked.

"I hope so," she replied.

"You know this doesn't have to be limited to just Grant," I said.

Her expression turned into a grin. "If you say so," she said.

"It doesn't even have to be someone we know," I said. "We could go looking for someone you like. You could pick someone up who looks good to you," I said. "We could go to a club and let somebody pick you up, you know, like stranger fuck."

"You just be there," she said, "like to see that things go okay?"

"And to watch," I said. "That'd be part of it. Watching the flirtation and the episode develop. You could seduce him. Tease. Beguile him. You are good at that. Most of the men I know want to fuck you. Those who don't are gay," I said. "And a few of the women," I added with a chuckle. "You ever think of being with another woman?"

She thought for a minute, then she nodded. "Sometimes," she said. "When we watched that girl-on-girl porn, it got me really hot."

"Well, that is something I'd like to watch," I said. "A little pussy eating would be wonderful to see. I do like lesbian porn. They say only ladies really know how to eat a pussy," I said.

"I'd try that," Claire said, "for my husband."

"It would be fun to go looking for a lady," I said. "See if you could seduce a straight one: teach her the wonders of pussy eating."

"This could be our new hobby," she said. "Like collecting lovers."

"A different fuck every month," I said.

"Or a week," she said with a grin.

"Fifty-two in a year."

"Some weeks two, or three," she said with another grin.

"I think you're getting the idea," I said. "You are a voyeur's dream. I married the perfect exhibitionist wife," I said. "We are the ideal match."

"Ever watch a porn film of three woman?" she asked.

"A gang pussy feast?" I said. "We should look for a video like that, or make it ourselves," I said, suddenly inspired.

"If we filmed your watching me with some ladies, maybe we could sell it," she said, the idea lighting up her face.

The first thing we did was to go looking for a male lover for her. We found him at a club in Venice Beach. We went in separately, and she went to the bar and ordered a drink. Not long after she did, two men came up and offered to buy her a second.

The first didn't interest her, but the second was tall, handsome, and fit all her requirements. His name was Randall, he was from out of town, and he wore a wedding ring.

"Your wife know you're buying drinks for married ladies?" she asked him.

"We have an understanding," he replied with a southern drawl and a smile. He looked her up and down like he was appraising beef, then he added, "She has her friends, and I have mine. You want to be my friend?"

"What do you do with your friends?" she asked innocently.

"Whatever we can come up with," he said with a lecherous grin. "Are you here alone, or is your husband watching from the bar?" he asked.

"That's him in the tan sports jacket," she said.

"He a watcher?" he asked.

She nodded. "Me to," he said, "but I like to be watched too. Kind of works out well," he said. He turned towards me and lifted his glass. She had told him I was there and it didn't seem to bother him at all. He put his drink down and escorted my wife to the dance floor. When they began to dance, he put his hands on her ass, boldly holding the cheeks of her bottom in both hands as they moved slowly around the floor, not caring that others could see him fondle her ass.

The way their bodies melted together, it was clear they meant to be fucking later that night. After they had been on the dance floor, practically making love among the crowded space, he brought her over and asked if I wanted to watch.

"That's what I came for," I said.

"I'll get us a room, then I will let you know the number. You can come up in fifteen minutes. Give me a chance to get this lady out of her clothes," he said with a smile. When they passed back by me he held up five fingers, then he raised the other hand and held up three. Fifty-three. I nodded and smiled.

When I saw them turn and head for the elevator, I looked at my watch and noted fifteen minutes ahead, then I sat back with my drink and waited. In fifteen minutes I headed for the elevator.

As I stood in front of room fifty-three, I knocked on the door lightly, then reached for the knob. It was unlocked and I went in. My wife and Randall were in bed and she was on her back with him between her thighs. It was clear he knew what he was doing because neither of them looked up as I came in. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and her head was tilted back on the pillow as he ate her pussy, slowly, expertly, and he had her total attention.

I closed the door and went to the overstuffed chair someone had conveniently placed near the foot of the bed. The chair was close, so a watcher would have a good angle to see from and observe as much as he could. Randall knew about watching, as he had done it himself many times.

I watched as he slipped his tongue between my wife's labia, licking the length of those petals and pausing briefly over her clitoris and clearly pushing down against her tiny bud, moving his head from side to side. She sighed as he put pressure against her sensitive clit and she put her top teeth over her lower lip. Claire then put her hand on top of his head and pulled his face towards her pussy.

She spread her legs as wide as she could and a growl came rolling out of her throat. "Oh, yes. Baby, eat my pussy good," she cried. My heart raced as I listened to her cries of pleasure while her orgasm began to shake her whole body. When her climax finally subsided, he moved away from her pussy and scooted up quickly, forcing his cock into her without hesitating.

She grunted as he pushed in rapidly and went to the back of her vagina in one powerful forward motion. He then began moving in and out of her as fast as he could go. She arched her back and pushed against his movement, matching his speed with hers, howling continuously, her voice coming in short bursts as her body jarred with each of his forward thrusts.

When she started coming with Randall's cock in her pussy, moving quickly in and out of her, she began to screech and she put her hand over her mouth to silence herself. Her body began to shake and her arms went stiff and her fists clenched tight.

My wife was having an orgasm with another man and I was thrilled to be able to see her have it. This was not a friend of ours, but a man who she had picked up at a club. He was a stranger we had agreed to look for and have her seduce him, but seducing was not necessary because he was all for it from their first flirtatious smile.

After they finished and we said our goodbyes, we drove home and talked about her night. When we got home she went to bed and slept until noon the next day. "You have a good night?" I asked the next day as she came into the kitchen at twelve.

"Did it sound like I did?" she asked.

"It sounded like you had the world's best orgasm," I said.

"Close," she said.

"So Randall knows his way around a pussy?" I said.

"He does," she said. "And he is big enough to fill a wet and willing vagina." She grinned and put her wrist to her forehead. "Was I depraved?"

"You were fantastic," I said. "Randall will not forget you soon. You want to find yourself a woman?" I asked.

"I'd love one," she said standing by the sink.

"You think you could seduce a straight sister?" I asked.

"I'd like to see," she said. "I think I could give it a good college try. I've been wanting to try some pussy since we watched the gay porn with the girl-on-girl action," she said with a big grin, using language I'd never heard from her.

We decided to let her go out and see if she could find a straight woman who appealed to her. The first night she came home all enthused because she had met a married woman named Joy who she had hooked up with and spent the night talking to about life, love, and the pressures of married life.

"I am pretty sure she has never had a lesbian experience, but I feel she's vulnerable. She has two kids--girls--and she's feeling the sexual frustrations of a harried housewife. You'd like her. She is very sexy." I smiled. "She makes my panties wet," Claire admitted.

"That's the best kind," I said. "I'll bet she tastes good."

"I hope to find out," my wife said with a gleam in her eyes. "I am getting all excited over the possibilities," she said. "When I get near her, I can almost taste that sweet pussy of hers. I am telling you, you'd love her. She is one sexy bitch." Not only had our new outlook changed her sexual behavior, but it had changed her attitude about language as well. She never would have referred to another woman as a bitch before, but now she was much less hung up on political correctness.

Our plan was for them to go to dinner and for me to go to the same restaurant and just watch them. I would not be able to go to a room with them, but Claire promised to give me all the details later. I looked forward to hearing her tell me all about her first night with another woman. The idea of my wife telling me about her first time with a female was incredible.

We weren't sure Joy would go for it, of course, but Claire was pretty confident that she could take her to the Promise Land. The idea of Claire stretched out between another woman's legs with her lips against her friend's pussy sent chills through me and I shivered.

I went in first, found a table where I could see the entire restaurant and ordered my food.

I got shrimp pasta and ordered a wine to go with it since I figured to be watching them throughout most of the night. We had picked a fine restaurant in a hotel known for its succulent seafood, since Claire figured to have oysters to ramp up her desire.

When they came in she saw where I was and asked for a table close to me. It was clear why Claire was attracted to Joy, as she was tall, with a marvelous shape displayed wonderfully in a tight, long dress and she obviously wore no underwear. She had long red hair, nice medium sized breasts, an ass to die for, and a fuck-me smile that would make most men hard and many women drool.

They sat across from me and Claire pulled out Joy's chair for her. The gesture seemed to surprise Joy, but she also looked pleased. Instead of sitting across the table from each other, they sat on adjacent sides so their knees were most likely touching and they could also hold hands under the table.

"That a girl," I said out loud as I watched them lean close to talk. A few times Claire laughed and put a hand on Joy's forearm. It was an intimate gesture that I am sure didn't go unnoticed.

At eleven they got up to leave, but went to the hotel registration desk rather than out to the parking lot. As they approached the desk, Claire put her arm around Joy's waist and guided her towards the clerk behind the registration counter. The fact they were both women getting a hotel room didn't seem to bother the desk clerk.

Claire told me later that they had talked about marriage, their college days, and things they had done sexually or wished they had. Claire confessed to Joy that she had been attracted to her college roommate, as if revealing a secret to a best friend. Joy nodded, like she understood the temptation, without saying she had had the same kinds of urges.

After they finished eating, Claire asked Joy if she'd like to dance. She said her friend nodded shyly, but finally said she would, even with other people around. They danced slowly, holding one another close and swaying seductively to the music, ignoring the people around them. At one point Joy put her head on Claire's shoulder and I knew right then that they would be getting a room shortly.

Claire had revealed to Joy that she masturbated when I was in the shower or not at home. She said Joy also casually admitted she did too, but said she had never told anyone else before. That was the key, for them to be sharing personal sexual secrets, especially the ones about being tempted by feelings for other women.

It was in the elevator, on their way to the room, that Claire took Joy's hand and they intertwined their fingers. That was the signal that made Claire's heart jump. It was indication that they both wanted the same thing. As the elevator moved up towards their room, the women turned to face one another and they kissed, softly, tenderly, with promise of much, much more to come.

Claire said as they stood at the door to their room, she put her hand on Joy's bottom and her friend returned the favor. My wife ran her fingers up and down the other woman's ass crack and Joy did the same. My wife said as they went into the room her heart was beating out of her chest. More than anything, she wanted to spread the naked legs of her new friend and place her lips on the other woman's pussy, tasting her new friend's sexual flavor.

She wanted to spread Joy's labia and lick up and down her slit. She wanted to swallow the pussy juice of her friend and gulp down her female lover's sexual nectar.

Once they were inside the room there was no need to talk. She said they began undressing one another without any words, with only heavy breathing and clear resolve, both of them shivering with excitement.

"I have wanted to do this all my life," my wife told me she said to her now naked playmate.

"Me too," Joy panted.

They stumbled to the bed and literally threw themselves down on the spread. Quickly, they moved into the sixty-nine position, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for both of them to do. Claire said she knew then Joy had, as she had, practiced doing it in her sexual fantasies for years.

When Joy's lips touched my wife's pussy, she said her whole body clenched and her pussy flexed and actually gushed fluid. She said she drank what Joy produced, swallowing as much as she could. Instinctively, she began licking the other woman's pussy lips, forcing her tongue as deep into her friend as it would go, reaching for soft, pink walls of vaginal flesh.

It was clear to Claire that both of them had harbored those desires all of their adulthood. She knew her own feelings for other women had been germinating since before her first heterosexual encounter.

"I've wanted this since the first time I saw you," Claire confessed to Joy.

"You did," her friend asked amazed. "Can I tell you something? When I first saw you my pussy actually twitched. You made me wet the very first time we talked," Joy said.

"We were just a couple of bi girls waiting for our closet door to be opened," Claire told her.

"Yes," Joy said. "But I still like something hard in me."

"My husband would be so pleased," my wife said.

"He knows?" Joy said.

"He was at the restaurant watching us. He is a voyeur. He likes to watch. His idea of a perfect night is watching me get fucked by a long, hard cock on a masculine, handsome fellow with a lot of endurance and cum stored up in his balls."

"Would he like to watch us?" she asked.

"He would think he died and went to heaven," my wife told her lady lover. "He would have paid for the room, crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees, and promised to do all the housework for a year for the chance to watch you eat my pussy," Claire said.

"So if we do this again, we could have an audience?" Joy asked.

"If?"

"When," Joy said.

"Absolutely," Claire said.

I have now watched Joy eat my wife's pussy about ten times, and I then got to see my lovely bride return the favor. I have watched her get fucked by over twenty different men, each one eating her, fucking her, and making her scream out her climax. I really do believe the screaming as she comes is part of the show, exaggerated for affect, letting me see the very best sex possible.

We do watch a lot of porn now. We figure it is studying the art of fucking and sucking, and it helps us stay at the top of our game, letting us learn all the latest in new techniques and positions. I have seen my wife do a double penetration with two strangers; suck off one fellow while being fucked by another and jacking off a third; and I have seen her eat a woman while being fucked by a guy we met in a bar.

The wonders of wife watching are vast and I recommend it for anyone with voyeur tendencies. You may want to get a magazine about it and read a few stories, then go home and convince the wife it can be a lot of fun. If she agrees, you may just find yourself leading a life of watching her get fucked, perhaps she'll even agree to eat a little pussy and let you watch. If you do, let me know. Part of the fun is spreading the news. Wife watching can be wonderful fun, indeed.