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Watching Her Fun

... back?" "Come on. This is hot," she said, putting on a bathrobe. "And anyway, wasn't this your idea?" Was it? "What about me?" "Get in there and watch," she said, pointing to the bedroom, and then turning the couch a little, so that it was facing the mirror, "and then come out and fuck me." It was a good idea. The bedroom door had a full-length one-way mirror built into it. If you were inside and the curtains were drawn you could see straight into the living room, and even out onto the balcony. Sitting in there it would be possible to see and hear everything, without being seen at all. Then the moment hit me. Here was Jenn, my wife, naked under a robe and ready to fuck, asking me to hide while she was getting ready – checking hair, reapplying lipstick – to see another guy. She took my dick and led me to the door, opened it. "Now get in there and watch." "What if he gets too excited?" "Oh honey, don't be dull." The bell rang again. "And one more thing. Don't freak out if I call him 'Son', OK?" "What?" She kissed me, stepped back and closed the door while she was talking. "I've got fantasies, too, you know." EIGHT I stepped back and watched her walk to door. I could hear the music playing and had a good view of the couch with, fuck it, that vibrator poking out under a cushion. She pressed the buzzer "OK, kid. Top floor apartment, some Chinese writing on the door." I went through the possibilities in my head. She'd say thanks for the hat and flirt a bit, get turned on being sexy ...

... with some young guy, then he'd leave and I'd swoop in and finish the job. It had all the makings of a great day. NINE The door opened and the blond guy from the beach, this Matt, stepped in and handed Jenn her sunhat. "Here you are." "Thanks, Want to get high?" "Sure," the guy said. Jenn went over to the drawer where we kept our stash, bent over and moved her ass to the music while she rolled a joint, then gave it to the guy along with a lighter. The guy lit it, took a couple of hits. Jenn sat down on the couch, right in front of the mirror. She crossed her legs just high enough to show a glimpse of her thighs. "Come on, sit and keep me company while I see if I'm going to tan or not. I don't like tan-lines, and neither does my husband." "You look OK," the guy said, sitting down just a few inches from her. Jenn took the joint off him, hit it. "Just OK?" "No. Or maybe yes. I don't know. This is good weed. Where's your husband?" "He's at the store." "When's he get back?" "Oh, a while. He'll call before he does, see if I need anything." "Damn," he guy said, throwing his head back, the smoke hitting hard, "that feels good." "So you'll hang out?" "Sure, and I also want to apologize for that guy down there, Andy, the one who grabbed you. He can be a real dick sometimes." "That's OK, sometimes those can be fun. Now you relax, I want to say thanks for bringing my hat, and also ask you a question. I don't often get to be with nice young guys like you. This is a big opportunity for me." ...