TERRI LOVES TO WATCH - Sex Stories

TERRI LOVES TO WATCH

... persons, watching us fucking. A glamorous and attractive blond, around fifty-years old, closely watching our every move, from a professional perspective, we learnt a little later, was an extra buzz for both of us.

In the afterglow Terri told us she was researching sexual behaviour for her PhD. “Initially it was difficult for me recruit couples for my research, though slowly word spread. I soon learnt the more research I carried out, the more I enjoyed watching people fornicating. Some people are so creative. Part of my research includes researching the size is important cliche. Most men appear to have an inflated opinion of their size, if six-inches is a pass mark, very few men would earn a bonus point or special achievement award. The same with the women’s multi-orgasmic myth, they are rare. What a bonus you two have been for my research.

“I don’t leave until Monday afternoon. My libido is sky high after watching you two. You were even more exciting than I imagined. Can I watch some more?,” Terri asked, legs spread on a sofa, while we watched her approaching orgasm, so close, as she expertly used an evil looking vibrator.

“Is there anything special, anything specific you would like to watch? Fellatio, cunnilingus, two boys, two girls, something bi-sexual?,” Sarah teased with a gentle smile. “Perhaps a four-way?”

On the short trip home in a Uber, I asked Sarah, “Is there anything special, anything specific you would like while Terri watches us having sex ...

... tomorrow?”

“Seeing you asked, two boys, fifteen-years younger than me, one each end, and a woman my age for you. That will give Terri something to watch for her research, and I want one of the boys to tease her and tempt her.”

The next day, the Sunday after the wedding, we were both looking forward to Terri’s visit and a renewal of her promise, ‘I love to watch’, and assisting her further with her research.

A few phone calls and emails before nine that morning by both of us and we had organised, two boys, fifteen-years younger than Sarah, for her and a woman her age for me, all of them special guests we had entertained in the past. We took great trouble to explain it was all about sexual research by an academic for her PhD.

Sarah and I are both sexual exhibitionists and voyeurs, this was an unprecedented opportunity for both fetishes. We made sure Terri was the first to arrive and took the opportunity to show her around our condo, then lastly our ‘sex room’ with mirrors on the walls and ceiling, two chairs with arms facing the mirrors, two day beds and a few chairs.

While we waited for our guests to arrive Sarah told me to take my shirt off so she could oil my back and torso while Terri watched and chatted to Sarah. “What are you going to be wearing for your guests when they arrive Sarah?,” she asked.

“Any suggestions?,” she smirked, her exhibitionist streak in full flight.

“Heels, a short flared skirt, and a black garter belt, no stockings. When your guests ...