This is when my voyeurism side kicked in.They want a show, then get a load of this. I grabbed my manhood and started to pull on it. Soon it rose to th... occasion. Now, I’m not one of those wonder of nature sized guys, but no one has ever labeled me puny either. And I have always been proud of what I have and how I use it for the best pleasure.So I found great delight in masturbating for my newfound peeping Tom.Spitting some saliva in my hand, I started pumping hot and heavy on my cock, whipping. My sexy wife looked so damn hot down on her knees like that. I was jerking my own cock as fast as she was sucking his.The guy said: “Lucky bastard, you have a sexy bitch here…”He shoved even more of his dick into her mouth.“Who taught her to suck dick like this? Was you, man?”I just smiled, my eyes staring at Anita’s bobbing head.“You want to watch me fucking your little hot wife right now?”As Ana continued to suck and lick his huge black cock, she furiously worked her wet slit with her free. Days and days. One evening I was trying to work in the living room, my wife already sleeping with the k**s and my sister in love came into the room. She asked me if she could watch some TV, I said sure. Go ahead. I was wearing some shorts where you kind of could see a little bulge. I never had these trousers when we were with other people but as my wife was sleeping and my sister in law supposed to be as well I just put them on. But you could see these are ones not for visitors ;). While. She almost wished she had brought in the new yellow silk blouse to wear with her blue jean skirt and then decided she really did want to save it for the day of the reunion. Instead, she put on the embroidered peasant blouse with the elastic around the top. It had long sleeves she could push up if she got too warm on the dance floor below the restaurant, and a neckline she could pull across her shoulders if she could finally convince herself to flirt with Duane.The Wharf was a wide wooden pier.