A Perfect Fucking Model

Even before I was married, I realized that the sexiest thing I could think about was exercising my voyeuristic tendencies and watching my woman show it off to others. My love for porn meant I could get genuine pleasure from watching a woman get fucked, and a plan began to take shape in my head when I'd been married for awhile.

When Marcus moved in next door to us and I noticed his bedroom window overlooked our backyard, my plan began to become a reality. Embolden by my encouragement, my wife often sunbathed in our patio next to the pool sans suit, completely and gloriously naked, totally unaware of a new neighbor who sleeps behind that well-placed window overlooking our pool. I knew she was clearly in total view of our new neighbor's bedroom window, and I hoped he was watching her.

No one had lived in that house for years and she felt confident she had privacy in our yard. I suspected, however, based on the clothes she wore--short skirts, low tops, and sheer bras--that she got as much pleasure from showing it off as I did. She liked to be seen, and that thrilled me incredibly to watch her do it.

I had to test the theory, to let her know we had a handsome neighbor to see if she was getting any pleasure from exhibiting herself to someone watching from that bedroom window. I figured the enjoyment she got from sunning nude had some element of her hoping to be seen, of exhibitionism that hid just below the surface for my gorgeous and very sexy wife to enjoy.

She relishes revealing clothes, wearing outfits that catch the eyes of men who appreciate a lovely, sexy body to admire. That in itself gave me hope. I also knew how much she likes sex and how much satisfaction she gets from physical affection and being made love to. She simply, in the language of the free generation, loves to fuck. I too love to fornicate, but even more than actually fucking, I love to watch. I also love the thought of her getting fucked by someone other than me. Someone who has a big cock and lots of energy and craves her bod.

Watching porn is my favorite way of passing time, so seeing someone else get sexual pleasure is what gets me off the most. More than putting it in myself, I love to see someone else drive a hard cock in a soft, wet, excited pussy, especially one I have been intimate with.

I don't know why. It just is. I don't pretend to understand it. I am not interested in making converts. I just want to tell my story and let people see what some other people feel sexually that may not be the normal sexual behavior.

When I introduced our new neighbor to my wife, I could see she was attracted to him and, hopefully, interested in fucking our neighbor. She didn't stop sunbathing nude when she heard he'd moved in. She didn't ask what room the window was in. She just continued to sunbath with her bikini on the chair and her legs open just enough to give a clear view of her assets to someone watching. Getting, I hoped, sexual pleasure from showing off her pussy and tits.

One day, as I was leaving for work, I asked her if she had plans for the day. "Just to get some sun, do some shopping, and a load of laundry," she said.

When I got home the house was quiet and her lounge chair was empty. After about twenty minutes I heard the backdoor close and Claire came into the kitchen. "Shopping?" I said.

"No. I was next door," she said. "Did you know we have a new neighbor? Marcus is an artist? He works at home. He paints," she said.

"Landscapes?" I asked, knowing that wasn't the case.

"Nudes," she said. "He hires models," she added enthusiastically. "One hundred dollars a day." If he told her about hiring models, he obviously had looked out his window and seen her. He clearly wanted a new model who lived close. He obviously liked what he saw from his bedroom window.

"Does he fuck his models?" I asked.

"Of course not," she said. "He is a professional. Marcus is also a gentleman," she emphatically.

"Didn't you just meet him?" I asked.

"He is very polite, and he takes care of his mother, and he's not like that," she said.

"I did meet him," I said, "and yeah, he seems like a nice guy. But nice guys can fuck their models," I added. "You think he's handsome?"

"I think he's nice," she said, avoiding answering my question.

"Does he make your panties wet? Wait, you weren't wearing any," I said. "Does he look out his bedroom window?"

"I don't know which is his bedroom," she said, clearly getting defensive.

"In that house, the one the Morgans lived in, the master bedroom is the room overlooking our backyard," I said. "If he works in his bedroom, he probably doesn't need a model. He has one next door sunbathing naked just below him."

She blanched, then got angry and told me to go to hell. "If you want to model for him, I wouldn't mind," I said. "You like to be naked, you like showing off, and you'd get paid for it. Honestly, I wouldn't mind."

"I just might," she said defiantly, not meaning it as much as she meant to be contrary.

"Seriously. I think you should," I said, hoping to encourage her.

"What if he fucks his models?" she snapped defiantly.

"If he's good, then she kind of gets paid twice," I said. "I really wouldn't mind if you did, model, or fuck him, or both. I might just want to watch," I said, hinting about my voyeuristic tendencies.

"Modeling or fucking?" she said.

"Either one," I said, "but I think I'd rather watch him fuck you. I've told you how much I like porn," I said. "Be like watching good porn. Tell him you'd love to model. A hundred bucks a pop is not bad for just sitting there. Like 100 bucks an hour," I said. "And if good sex possibly comes from it, then why not?"

She didn't mention our neighbor again for the rest of the week. Then when we were in bed with the lights out on a Sunday night, a week later, she said, "Did you mean it, you know, when you said you wouldn't mind? My modeling?" She said it close to a whisper, and she snuggled up against me, as if trying to be as loving as possible. "You have told me you like thinking of me with someone else. Is that right?"

"I am not sure why it is," I said, "but it is true. I do fantasize about you with someone else. I see them fucking you, ravishing you with the biggest cock I can imagine."

She was quiet, simply thinking about what I'd said. Finally, she whispered, "Okay."

"Excited?" I said.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Me, too," I said.

"I hope he fucks his models," she said.

"Me, too," I said again.

"Tell me about it," she said. "Why do you want me to fuck other people?"

"I don't know," I said. "I just do. I am not really sure why, but it is the most exciting thing I can think of. I masturbate to that image every night."

"Even after we have sex?"

"Especially then," I said. "I don't know why, but thinking of someone pushing his hard cock into you is absolutely mind blowing. I picture you sucking them and I come from just the thought."

"Is that being a cuckold?" she asked.

"Yes. I think so," I said. "I have done some reading. It may have something to do with my parents and how I was raised. I don't know, but I know it is true," I said.

"Was it true for your girlfriends?" she asked. "Did you want them to be shared?"

"Yes," I said. "In fact, I shared my first with my best friend, Jim. It was the most exciting sex ever," I added.

"Did you watch?" she asked, clearly becoming interested, perhaps even getting turned on by the conversation. I hoped so.

"When I'm at work, go next door and tell him you'd like to model for him," I said. "Maybe the other will come too."

"So you would like me to, even if fucking him happens as well?" she said.

"Especially then," I said. "Maybe he'd even approve of having a spectator. I can only hope," I said.

The excitement of the possibilities led to some very good sex between us that night and I fucked her with an energy I had only felt a few times in my life. One of those times was the night I watched my friend Jim fuck my girlfriend. Just the thought of Claire possibly fucking our new neighbor turned me on so much I couldn't believe it. It would even be better than Jim fucking my girlfriend in front of me.

Claire got on top of me and fucked me like a wild woman. It was clear the possibility of her fucking Marcus from next door had turned her on incredibly, as well. When each of us finally came, we both relaxed next to one another totally spent and satisfied and amazed at how good it had been and how her potential affair helped inspire great sex for both of us.

"Amazing," she said.

"What's that?" I asked breathlessly.

"That the possibility of my fucking our new neighbor could have caused that," Claire said.

"Exciting, right?" I said.

"Unbelievable," she said with a sigh.

The next day while I was at work Claire went next door and told Marcus she would pose for him. "When would you like to start?" he asked.

"No time like the present," she said.

"Now's good," he said. "I was just getting set up for a new painting. Could I show you the poses?" He described what he wanted her to do, she got undressed, and got into the chair on the small platform. He began to sketch her. He did five small sketches of her in that position and began to talk to her as he sketched.

"You and your husband lived here long?" he asked.

"Twenty-five years," she said. "When the Morgans lived in your house. They built it. When they died their children just let it go. We were glad to hear someone had bought it," she said as she held the pose.

"My husband encouraged me to model for you," she said.

"I am glad," Marcus said. "Is he an art lover?"

She hesitated. "He's a cuckold. Do you know what that is?" she asked.

"I do, yes," he said. "Has he gotten bulls for you?"

"No. This is the first time he's told me," she said. "I suspected something," she said, "but he only told me after you moved in." She was quiet for a long time. "He asked if you fuck your models."

"And what did you tell him?" he asked.

"I said I hoped so," she said.

"That depends on the model," he said as he sketched. "If she is interested. Is this model interested in that possibility?"

"She is," she said, "if only to please her husband."

"Ah, a devoted wife, but does she have any personal desire herself?"

"She does," Claire said, her color turning red as she sat naked before our handsome neighbor.

"Sometimes between poses it is good to relax, do something enjoyable," he said.

"I'd like that," she said, her neck turning even pinker.

She posed for another thirty minutes and then took a break. "My husband says I should show you a good time," she said.

"Your husband is a good neighbor," he said. "It can be good for the artist to get comfortable," he said getting out of his clothes.

"That can be important," she agreed, "for good art. To paint good you need to feel good," she said.

"My sentiments exactly," he said stepping out of his pants.

My wife noticed, she told me later, cheerfully, that he had already started to get an erection.

"Was it big?" I asked.

"Big enough," she said. "It felt really good," she said, "especially sliding in. He not only draws well. He fucks well, too." she said with a sly smile. "Really, really well. He is a good neighbor to have."

"Did you tell him I like to watch?" I asked her.

"He says you can watch, sell tickets, or advertise on t. v. He doesn't mind an audience," she said with a grin.

"Does he paint on the weekends?" I asked.

"I am posing again this Saturday," she said. "Maybe someday you can watch your wife get fucked, if you want. Any interest?"

"You couldn't keep me away," I said.

That Saturday I was as excited as a kid at Christmas. I wasn't going to be there, but I was as excited as if I was. I could hardly wait until the time I got to be there. They had scheduled her next "session" for Saturday, and it had arrived. He had said one o'clock would be good and the time crawled by.

I got to help her prepare for him, shaving her pubes (he told her he preferred a smooth mound), and we showered together and I washed her body and soaped and washed her pussy, making sure it was fresh and clean, perfumed and smelling like roses.

I powdered every speck of her that could possibly sweat and made sure her body smelled healthy and like a flower. I trimmed her bush, leaving a tiny patch of hair just above her clit. Even though she would spend most of her time there naked, we picked the sexiest outfit she has. It wouldn't hurt to get things off to a good start by making her look as sexy as possible when she arrived. That would certainly get his attention.

She was ready by noon, but she had to wait until one. She looked good enough to eat, but I had to keep my hands off her so she would be totally ready for sex when she got there. It there was an orgasm in her, we didn't want her to waste it.

We decided she should wear no panties, no bra, and be able to get naked as quick as possible. She had only to kick off her shoes, pull her dress over her head, and stand for him to admire and paint her image as soon as he could. Or if he wanted, to fuck her first and paint her later.

He decided to fuck first, paint later, which didn't surprise me. He is a painter, but he is a man first. He chose to do manly things initially, then paint later, maybe repeat the physical things again.

When she got out of her clothes, he asked her what she'd like to do first. "I want to leave that up to you," she said.

"Then I will chose to do the erotic first," he said. "The art can wait. Do you have any preferences?"

"I like being on the upper level," my wife told him.

"My favorite, as well," he said. "With you on top I can see you better from that position. I like to be able to look at you as we fornicate," he said with a chuckle. "Admire who I fuck."

My wife let him get on the bed first and he helped her crawl on, swinging one leg over his hips. She then settled down on him, easing his very stiff cock into her pussy. She wiggled her hips to get him comfortably positioned in her, then she began bouncing over his hips slowly.

Her pace picked up and he matched her, thrusting his hips up against her thighs and bottom repeatedly pushing into her soggy, excited pussy. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of sex echoing through the room. She sat up straight, throwing her head back, closing her eyes, and groaning as he plowed into her from below.

When she finally came she stiffened, then her body shook and she began to moan loudly, pushing her body down onto his hips. When Marcus came he was able to shoot into her because we had had her tubes tied the year before and there was no risk of her getting pregnant.

She collapsed down on him like a wet sheet over a chair and lay panting and fighting to catch her breath while he let his arms and hands fall limply on the bed. They remained like that, she said, for thirty minutes, or until she got her regular breathing back.

When they finally recovered, she went to the platform and got into the next pose he wanted. He painted and she posed for over an hour, taking breaks every fifteen minutes.

After an hour, she got down on her knees on his bed and let him kneel behind and push into her after applying Astroglide to his dick.

The lubricant showed her he had it there and that she wasn't the first model he'd fucked in his new home. They continued the same way until he came in her ass, pumping stream after stream of semen in her backdoor.

"Next time you come over, bring your husband so he can watch and I will fuck his wife just for him," he said. "He can see me thrust it into you so fast it will be a blur. If he likes to watch, I'll give him just what he wants: any time, anywhere, any way.

She came home and told me what he'd said. "You want to watch him fuck me?" she asked.

"I have been thinking of it since he moved in," I said. "I have dreamed of seeing him fill your pussy with big, beefy cock. When he fucks you, does he ram it in hard? Does he eat you and let you suck his cock and drink his cum?"

She nodded and smiled.

Two days later we walked next door and he met us on the porch. "What are you here to see?" he asked.

"I am here to watch you fuck my wife," I said. "I am here to see you ram it in her married and very beautiful pussy. I am also here to see her suck your cum out of your rock hard dick. Will you let me watch those things?" I said timidly.

"If you keep quiet and just sit in your chair and see what I do to her that she loves," he said, acting out the role of a bull. "What do you want?"

"Please let me watch you fuck my horny wife," I said. "Let me sit close so I can see you going in and pulling her pussy lips out each time you withdraw, letting me get up close and watch."

"Okay, ass breath. Be a good cuckold and watch while I eat your wife's married pussy and suck out her delicious cunt juice," he said.

When he had fucked all day and I had watched him do it, we walked home. "Did you like the show?" she asked when we got to our house.

"It was glorious," I said. "The best sex I have ever seen," I added. "Will you let me watch again?"

"If you are a good boy," she said with a sly smile. "I'll let you watch me get fucked anytime you want."