Voyeur
2011-02-07
An Unusual Discovery
Gary Jones always looked out of his bedroom window at 8o'clock, for he knew that Mrs Arnold would be coming out any minute to get into her car and drive to work and he loved to see her. Gary had been fantasizing about Mrs Arnold for at least two years and he was quite obsessed with her, so whenever he could he watched her, and at night he lay in his bed masturbating while thinking about her.
Gary was not short of friends he knew lots of young people in college and had a regular girl called Anne who adored him, but he had a secret lust to be dominated by an older woman and made into her sex slave. Youngmen who find themselves with such secret lusts are totally ashamed of them and never mention them to friends or family. Such youngmen often latch onto a friend of their mothers or an older lady at work and begin to fantasize about their hidden desires.
Mrs Arnold was the perfect subject she was in her mid forties obviously a career woman and she was always smartly dressed. Her clothes gave her a sense of power and she well knew that men were more malleable when they saw her in a smart suit with high heeled shoes and a bust clenching blouse; add to this the fact that she had a fine fullsome figure and a head of long blonde hair which was beautifully manicured.
What simply amazed Gary was how she ever married her nondescript husband a short dumpy little man and he concluded that he must have money especially as he drove a jaguar.
Lust will often drive men to extreme lengths and Gary was determined to do a peeping tom into MrsArnolds bedroom. The problem lay in the fact that the bedroom was at the back of the house which meantcreeping around the side as the house backed on to other gardens.
As soon as it was dark enough Gary slipped over the hedge and with a racing pulse crept into the bushes in the back garden.
All the upstairs lights were out and he could only see into the kitchen and dining room downstairs. Mr Arnold came to the window and drew the curtains leaving the garden in darkness so stealthily Gary crept to peepin the curtain gap. His heart jumped sitting on the settee was Mrs Arnold and she looked ravishing: she had long leather black boots with a short black skirt and leather belt which shone on her slim waist and held it in tightly, her clevage was clearly prominant supported by an uplift black bra under her tight fitting white top.
Gary held his stiff cock and staring in he began to masterbate. Mr Arnold then entered the room and she spoke to him pointing to her boots, he knelt down and began to lick her boots after handing her a large glass of wine.
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In a second Gary realised the relationship between husband and wife and he wished he was married to the lovely Goddess. He was determined to see how things progressed and he steadily tossed himself as he watched. At that moment she raised the sole of her boot and watched, enjoying every minute as he licked.
Mrs Arnold then stood up and looked down on her kneeling hubby she stood proudly legs slightly apart and unbuttoned her skirt to reveal her long firm stocking clad legs and black panties her crotch being about level with his nose. She pulled him towards her and pushed her mound into his face holding the back of his head and rubbing herself on him.
At this point Gary could hold himself no longer he jetted out his hot load over the ground.
But still fascinatedhe stared on to see Mr Arnold lowering his wifes panties and burying his face in her wet fanny: she worked him like this for some minutes then she turned around and presented her fine buxom arse as she bent low and thrust it into his face.
Gary felt himself again stirring to errection this really was and amazing sight oh how he wished he was her husband worshipping her beautiful arse and cunt. Not content with this she laid him down and straddled his face rocking herself off on him pounding into him and enjoying every minute until she climaxed over his face.
Gary was totally hooked normal sex would never satisfy him ever again. .
