It is something I can’t explain but I have always wanted to watch my wife suck and fuck another man while I lay beside them and wait my turn. Call m... a pervert I don’t know but the story goes as follows, A friend I’ll call Rob used to come by alot and he and I would watch races, football games etc, drink and bullshit like guys do. My wife who I’ll call Susan would always join us, sit with us, make snacks and watch also but really wasn’t into the late night games. Occasionally she’d fall asl**p. ’ So do you.’ x-x-x-x Exhausted, Molly opened the outer door to Jake’s apartment building. She called up on the intercom. ‘Hi, Jake, it’s me.’ ‘Hey, Molly.’ She frowned at the black box. There was something odd in his voice. ‘Can I come up?’ she asked. ‘I brought a few things for you.’ ‘Oh, sure, sure. Sorry.’ There was a buzz and click, and she opened the inner door and went to the elevator. As it climbed to his floor, Molly tried to organize her thoughts. She’d worked a double shift at the. . uh........ Sorry! I lost my footing,” he mumbled. He clambered to his feet and then realised with acute embarrassment that his rampant cock was pointing straight up with excitement. He tried to cover himself but got the strap of his binoculars caught on his cock. Covered in confusion he was amazed to hear giggles of amusement from the woman.“Calm down, man! Take your time. You were obviously enjoying our little session! You look like a professional voyeur, binoculars and all.”“Actually,” he. We needed to run; hopefully nobody would believe her. Jennifer picked up her phone, and then grabbed my arm and held me still. “It’s alright!” Jennifer said, and I could almost hear the flood of relief in her voice. “She can’t see you! She just texted me, she wants to know who is touching me!” I froze, trying to think of ways to stay hidden from the window, but at this point the only way out was backward, and if we tried to run she would follow us for sure. “We can’t leave while she’s there….