Secure in his own home Sam found the confidence to return to his voyeuristic hobby. Peeking through his window blinds Sam had to admit pickings in the...complex were getting slim.Below him eighteen year old Hayle Jones walked hand in hand with her new boyfriend. Sam could just make out a slight bump in Hayle’s tummy. The first outward sign of the baby he’d magically fathered two months earlier.Sam wondered if the boy had gotten into Hayle’s pants yet or if she was playing hard to get. Either way. “Not yet, he doesn’t know I’m on the pill, I want at least another six months of shagging this cock before I get pregnant.” There was another giggle, followed by her saying softly, “Ooh yes, you dirty, dirty man, you know how I love it up my bum.”I’d heard enough so I switched off my phone and poured myself out a large brandy while I looked at the situation objectively. My wife was at home, in bed with another man, a black man, in effect she was what had become known as a hot wife, at that very. ”Vanessa and I looked at each other. Now what?Pilar, still no exclamation points in her voice, elaborated, “There’s oral of course.” She smiled sweetly, “And anal.”Vanessa gasped. Not loudly, just sort of a sucked-in breath. I ... my mind was reeling.Matt and I made creative use of our unexpected free time. I can report that certain ... um, implements, are as efficient in morning light as they are at night. For me, restraints, my being in them, well, that’s a trust issue. More than a sexual. She stopped there. Her skin was flawless, pale and smooth. Her stomach flat, a dangling jeweled ring accenting her perfect navel. And her panties, while trying their best, were failing miserably at hiding her erection.She bent down and undid my belt and pants, pulled them down over my legs and tossed them across the room. She tugged my boxers down as well, my cock happy to finally be free to stretch to it's fullest. She moaned softly as she cradled my balls in one hand, gently stroked my shaft.