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Jim and I were lying together, cuddling in our bed, following our wonderful love making session. Jim had cum rather quickly, as I described Stephen?s and my most recent sexual romp in vivid detail.Jim's quick orgasm was fine by me; In fact, I appreciated it. I had already cum twice that afternoon with Stephen, and my sore little pussy was getting ?over used? by my sixteen-year-old lover. This afternoon, Stephen had fingered me to orgasm before he fucked me in the living room, standing behind me as I bent over the back of the couch.Stephen clearly liked fucking me near open windows, where there was a risk of being seen. The couch is situated where someone would actually have had to come up our driveway to look in, but had a delivery man, or a neighbor, come to the front door, they would have been treated to an embarrassing viewing of me being pounded from behind by my sixteen-year-old neighbor.I think Jim was actually disappointed that one of the ?prim and proper? matronly old ladies didn?t surprise me with an unexpected visit while I was moaning in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy as Stephen had me bent over the back of the couch, slamming himself into me.I giggled silently to myself as I thought, ?Yep, that would make for an uncomfortable conversation at the next local church bake sale.Resting my head on Jim's chest, I mentioned to him that I had noticed a pattern recently; Stephen seemed intent upon fucking me in every room of the house."Today he checked the living room off his list, so we have now covered the entire downstairs, including the kitchen; and we have certainly 'christened the basement', several times.? I paused before adding pensively, ?Jim, I'm not really sure how I feel about letting him nail me in boy?s rooms, upstairs.?"Yeah, that is a little kinky...getting fucked by your teenage neighbor in your sons' rooms...but, with the boys away at college, they'd never know you did it," Jim responded. "But still...", his voice tailed off without finishing his thought."Yeah, I don't know how I feel about that...on one hand, it seems like a harmless little fantasy for Stephen to fulfill. On the other hand, it would be pretty weird lying their while he fucks me, and looking up and seeing the boys' little league trophies on their dressers, or their 'pee wee' football jerseys hanging on the wall. I'll have to think about that one," I mused while resting my head on my husband?s chest, cuddling, listening to his heart beat and gently playing with his nipple.Jim and I share a level of intimacy that few couples can understand. While our relationship is somewhat ?unconventional?, we truly enjoy a ?closeness? that allows us to share our innermost thoughts and feelings, without judgment or fear of admonishment. I loved how our ?post-coital cuddling? truly did provide a 'safe place' to say anything, and reveal our deepest, most personal thoughts and fantasies. I loved these intimate conversations. I loved this closeness. And most of all, I loved my husband.I was taken aback when, out of the blue, Jim said, ?Babe, I want to watch him fuck you."This suggestion caught me off guard. I should have anticipated that Jim would eventually suggest this. I mean, I really should have seen this coming weeks ago when I first began my daytime dalliances with Stephen, but I hadn?t.?Honey, I don?t see that happening. I think it might freak Stephen out if he was aware that you knew about this.? I paused momentarily before adding, ?And remember, I can use the fact that we can?t let you find out about our little trysts as a way to keep some level of control over this wild situation.?Up till this point, I had been sharing every detail of my involvement with Stephen with my husband. And, Jim had been enjoying these lurid encounters vicariously through their retelling. But now, he wanted to actually witness my debauchery with my teenage lover, in person."He would not have to know I was watching, or that I knew," Jim argued."How do you think you could accomplish that?? I asked skeptically.Jim thought for a moment.?Well, how about this? Tomorrow, I could pretend to leave for golf. You could signal me somehow when you and Stephen go out to the pool or the spa, and I could sneak back into the house and watch from our bedroom window. Later, you could bring him into our room and I could watch quietly from the closet through the louvered doors.??Jim, we?ll get caught?I don?t know how, but we?ll get caught. It?s too risky. And if we do get caught, this ?cute little affair? that we are both enjoying so much will get way more complicated. I think we should just leave well enough alone. I?ll continue to share every savory detail with you, and you can enjoy my licentious behavior vicariously,? I protested.?Nonsense,? Jim agued. ?He?ll never know. This plan is fool proof.?I knew I should continue to protest this crazy idea. However, in the end, I knew I would do just as Jim asked; after all, I always did. And, deep down, I knew I wanted Jim to see me getting fucked by my young lover. I did enjoy sharing my experiences with my husband. It made my pulse quicken just thinking about it. So, reluctantly, I nodded, and I started hatching my part of the plan.I smiled to myself as I thought, ?this was going to be an interesting and wild next few months with my lover, Stephen staying in the house with Jim and me! There is no telling what I will get talked into.'Jim established almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.live/) the signal for Sunday?s adventure. He would leave for his golf outing, which he had already canceled.* I would lure Stephen to the hot tub. I would signal Jim by turning on the front porch light immediately before we went outside. Jim would sneak back in the house and observe our activities from our bedroom window, which overlooked the pool and spa.If I was successful in luring Stephen back into our bedroom, when Jim saw that we were coming back in the house, he would hide in the closet. Jim could then observe Stephen and me silently through the louvers in the closet door. He had a nice chair set up in our walk-in closet, so he would be fairly comfortable playing the voyeur.I placed a box of tissues on his chair, indicating that I knew he?d be jacking off as he watched his naughty little wife getting fucked by their teenage boarder.What could possibly go wrong, right? I am still surprised I agree to these types of plans.It felt like there were a thousand ways that this plan could blow up in our faces. I mean, how would Jim explain sitting in his car, parked either down the street, or in Stephen?s parent?s driveway across the street, as he waited for his ?secret signal?, if he was asked what he was doing by a nosey neighbor on their way to church? Or, what if Stephen heard Jim rustling around in the closet?I was very apprehensive about this whole idea. But being the good and very obedient wife that I am, I agreed to ?go with the flow? and play my role in this tawdry conspiracy.Early Sunday morning, as we gathered around the breakfast table together over coffee and bagels, Jim indicated to both Stephen and me that he was leaving for the golf course around 10:00 a.m., and he would likely be gone most of the afternoon. The smile on Stephen?s face at this news was priceless. His mind immediately leapt to thoughts of ?another afternoon of fun with Cindy!?I turned to my teenage lover, and said, ?Stephen, would you go heat up the jacuzzi for me? I think, I?m going to relax in the hot tub this morning after Jim leaves. I think the controller is already set for 100F.?While February in Houston was not bitterly cold, it was too cold for the pool. But it was perfect weather for ?hot tubbing?.Stephen looked at me questioningly, glanced over at Jim and replied, ?Okay?be happy to???If you don?t have anything else going on, you are welcome to join me if you want. We can have one of our talks, or just relax,? I offered, knowingly.Stephen was adorable as he tried to figure out exactly what type of response would be appropriate in front of my husband, who he was cuckolding. He glanced at Jim, then back at me. He stretched his arms above his head, feigning stiffness in his lower back, and as nonchalantly as possible, he responded, ?I was just going to hang out here today, but the hot tub sounds really nice. My lower back has been killing me.?The boy was not going to make his living as a spy, doing convert operations for the CIA. If Jim did not already know that this young man was fucking his wife, Stephen?s attempt to be ?overtly nonchalant? certainly would have tipped him off. As I said, it was very cute, indeed.As Stephen went outside to turn on the spa heater, Jim smiled at me and whispered, ?Is there something going on between you two that I should know about? He?s acting pretty suspicious.?I did my best innocent act, and replied in a poor southern accent, ?Oh heavens no, sir?nothing at all?don?t you fret about leaving your lonely wife all alone here with that incredibly virile young man. He?s just going to check out your wife?s plumbing while you?re away, that?s all?But now that you mention it, he is a handsome young buck, isn?t he? Do you think that?s a gun in his pants, or is he just happy to see your wife??Jim and I both struggled to keep from laughing at our inside joke as Stephen returned.Jim walked over to the stereo system in the den. He toggled some switches, and I heard the two speakers in the master bedroom come to life. Jim had selected some soft ?relaxation music? for the bedroom. It was very soft woodwinds with the sounds of running water, like a waterfall. It was quite soothing.?Are you setting the mood for me and my lover?? I whispered.?Sort of,? he grinned. ?Actually, the soft background music will mask any sounds I accidentally make from the closet. Just covering our tracks my dear, just covering our tracks.?I had to admit, it was a good idea. The relaxation track was soft enough that Jim would be able to hear my every moan, pant and grunt, as well as any ?pillow talk? Stephen and I had; but it would provide a subtle audio cover for any noise he made as he ?spanked his monkey? while watching his wife be ravaged repeatedly by a large, rigid, sixteen year old erection.I began to think, ?this plan could actually work?.Twenty minutes later, Jim left on schedule. As Jim pulled out of the driveway, I turned to Stephen and asked, ?Should we wear suits, or would you like to hot tub ?au natural????I've never gone skinny dipping before.? Stephen replied.?Well then, this can be another first for you.?I loved it every time I knew I was forming a memory that for the rest of Stephen's life he would remember as 'the first time I did this, it was with Cindy'. I do not know why it pleased me so much to create 'first-time memories' with him, but it did.I grabbed almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.live/) a couple of large towels, donned my robe, naked underneath, and waited for Stephen to join me in the kitchen. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina getting wet in anticipation of Stephen?s and my activities this morning.I glanced out the kitchen window and saw Jim?s car, parked on the street, a few doors down, the exhaust from his tailpipe was evident on this cool winter morning. What would the neighbors think about this?Stephen came in wearing a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt. He looked like someone was pitching a ?pup tent? in his shorts, indicating that he was already aroused at the prospect of skinny dipping, as well as our other planned intimacies.?That is a very impressive bulge you have there, sir. Very impressive, indeed. It?s a little distracting to us older ladies, though. You young men and your constant boners make it very difficult for us ladies to concentrate. We keeping thinking very wicked thoughts about those youthful erections,? I quipped. I noticed Steven?s penis arched up as I spoke of his ?youthful erection?. He certainly enjoyed being my ?boy toy?.As, we started out to the spa, I handed Stephen the towels, and said, ?I?ll meet you out there in just a second. Take the cover off the spa for me. I?ll only be a second. I want to put my hair up so it doesn?t get wet.?I rushed back to the front door and turned on the porch light signaling Jim that it was safe to return, and grabbed a ?hair-tie? on my way out the backdoor. By the time I got to the spa, Stephen had removed the cover, and was waiting for me.I walked up, pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, and opened my robe as sensually as I could, letting it drop to the ground before climbing into the tub. Stephen smiled broadly, pulled off his shirt, and removed his shorts.His penis stood straight out in front of him, partially erect, almost parallel to the ground. His broad shoulders and chest, and his flat, ribbed stomach muscles framed his growing erection magnificently. His nicely chiseled, muscular physique reminded me of the statue of David, only now 'my David? was getting a hard-on right before my very eyes.I loved watching Stephen grow erect; I loved knowing I was the cause of the erection. Stephen started to climb in, but I stopped him. ?Stephen, wait a second, just stand there. I want to watch your penis grow for me. It is absolutely a beautiful sight.?Stephen stood in front of me, proudly displaying his growing cock, which was now about three quarters erect. I looked towards the bedroom window and wondered if Jim was watching yet.I moved to the side of the spa, such that Stephen and I were in profile to the large bedroom window which overlooked the pool and spa. I motioned for Stephen to come towards me. Leaning over the side of the spa, I placed my fist around his penis, stroked him up and down a couple of times, and gently pulled him towards me.I loved the way the tiny slit of his urethra opened as I stroked downward, pulling the skin of his shaft taut, and how it closed as I stroked his shaft upward.?Your penis looks like it is winking at me,? I observed before gently kissing the bulbous head. ?Stephen, I just love the way your cock looks when it is all hard and rigid like this?I love how hard, and heavy it feels in my hand.?I took the head of his penis into my mouth momentarily, swirling my tongue around the distinct ridge that separated the head from the shaft.I pulled the shaft down slightly, but it was too rigid for me to bring it horizontal. His cock simply insisted that it point skyward. Holding it away from Stephen?s torso slightly, I wanted Jim to see the dimensions of this massive tool, and to appreciate how magnificent this youthful erection truly was.I spent several moments studying Stephen?s beautiful penis.* It was a wonderful specimen, about seven inches long, perhaps longer, and about two inches thick. His thick urethra was plainly visible on the underside of its shaft. The large veins that protruded slightly from the shaft gave his erection a strong, rugged, ?powerful? appearance.?You feel even thicker than usual today,? I said before stroking down again, and wedging the tip of my tongue in the tight opening at the end of his cock.With the tip of my tongue pressing inside the opening of his urethra, I glanced towards the bedroom window, and thought, ?Jim, I hope you are enjoying this?this is for you.?Stephen shuddered slightly and moaned, ?Oh god, that feels good.? He placed his hands on the sides of my head, and caressed me as I teased his sensitive erection.It occurred to me, that while Jim had shared me with other men before, and had watched them fuck me, this was quite different. In each of those instances, he was in the room, fully present. I could look at his facial expression and know what he was thinking, and feeling. I got his approval as I watched my husband growing erect as my various lovers stimulated me, and fucked me. It was a shared experience. We would often talk to each other as my lover was entering me, or driving me closer and closer to orgasm. He would encourage me, and at times, join in.Yes, this felt very different.In the first place, there was something clearly deceptive about this. And that bothered me a bit. Stephen was being observed without his knowledge. While this didn?t feel terribly almanbahis casino (https://almanbahis.live/) wrong, it didn?t feel exactly right either. I was dealing with a tinge of guilt as I am usually quite honest. Being deceptive did not come naturally to me.And, even more significant, without me being able to actually see Jim, I was left wondering how he was reacting to this? Was he aroused? Was he enjoying the show? I assume he was, but I was missing the visual feedback of seeing my husband watching me. And I missed his verbal encouragement.I thought for a moment, this must be how an actress in a pornographic movie feels, aware that the camera is watching her silently; trying to ignore the silent audience, but being very aware of the audience?s presence. Then it occurred to me, the actress was not ?in love? with her co-star.* I definitely loved Stephen; and that was a beautiful difference that I relished.Honestly, I was a bit distracted, initially; wondering how Jim was handling this scene I decided to focus on Stephen, and just try to put my husband out of my mind for the moment. All I could do is hope that Jim was enjoying the show.I invited Stephen into the spa with me. We began kissing immediately, and passionately. He caressed my naked breasts, and I continued to massage his erection.His fingers quickly found their way to my vulva, and he teased my clit, gently masturbating me as our tongues played tag. I quickly forgot about my 'voyeur husband' and I was lost in my young lover?s attentions.Stephen tried to penetrate me with his fingers, but he quickly learned what all of us more experienced 'hot tubbers' know; the warm water washes away a woman?s natural lubrication, and penetration with fingers, or a penis, is very difficult and can be somewhat uncomfortable.But the external stimulation on my clit was wonderful. I directed Stephen to focus his attention on my erect and engorged clit. I became increasingly aroused.I broke our kiss for a moment.?Stephen, let me teach you one of the most wonderful things about a spa,? I said as I positioned myself kneeling on one of the seats facing the bedroom window. I could not actually see Jim, but I imagined he was just out of sight, watching me. Kneeling, with my elbows resting on the edge of the spa, I moved such that one of the pulsating jets was directed at my clit.For just a moment, the strength of the jet was too much. ?Oh my, too much?too much,? I moaned. I had to pull back and ease into this intense stimulation. Stephen watched with keen interest. After thirty or forty seconds, I was able to endure this intense stimulation.?Stephen, stand behind me and hold me in place. And play with my breasts. Don't let me move away from the jet. You have to hold me tightly in place, okay?? I instructed. ?When I get close to cumming, my body is going to want to pull away from the pulsing jet?you can?t let me?you have to hold me in place until I cum, okay??Stephen nodded and moved behind me, his stiff erection pushing firmly into the small of my back, his hands reaching around and cupping my breasts as I braced myself against his strong chest. And, I let the jetting water start to work its magic on my clit. He was kneeling behind me, with his thighs on either side of me, sort of trapping me in place.I loved the feeling of Stephen's erection pulsing and humping against my back, as the powerful jet stream stimulated my clitoris. The pressure from the jet bordered on being too intense. Without Stephen to restrain me and hold me in place, I would involuntarily spasm and pull away from the jet. But Stephen was forcing me to remain in place, and to maintain the pulsating pressure on my extremely sensitive clitoris, against my natural reaction to pull away. The dominance of his restraint, and the submissive feeling of being restrained, only added to my pleasure.?Oh god, that feels good!?.I was rocking my hips as the jet teased my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to my first orgasm. I knew it was building rapidly inside me now. A series of moans, and involuntary ?squeaks?, were escaping from me with increasing regularity, and my arousal slowly grew.I glanced to the window and mouthed ?I love you,? hoping Jim could read my lips.Stephen was squatting slightly now, lowering himself so that his erection was now grinding against my ass. I could feel his scrotum and rigid cock pressing against my ass. He rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock into my butt crack, forcing me up closer to the jet nozzle, which increased the intensity of the water.I leaned my head back on Stephen?s shoulder, and he kissed me deeply as he pulled my nipples. I moaned as I sucked his tongue and I started to cum. The intensity of the pulsing jet on my clit became intolerably intense.?Oh god, I am cumming. It is too much. Shit, I can?t take this.?But Stephen held me in place forcing my orgasm to continue as I bucked my hips splashing water wildly, alternating between relishing the pleasure on my clit, and trying to wiggle free to stop the unbearable intensity of it all. My entire body convulsed in waves of pleasure.?Shit, Stephen, please. It is too much,? I begged. My moans were actually louder than I intended. Anyone outside in my neighbors? backyard would hear my orgasmic cries of arousal. ?Oh fuck, I can?t take it?oh fuck??I pushed and pleaded against Stephen?s chest and thighs, but he was too strong. He simply held me in place for what felt like an eternity as multiple orgasmic waves quaked through my body.Finally, Stephen released his vice-like grip on me and allowed me to squirm free out of the way of the jet. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was unable to speak for several seconds.