Gilda Grayson - The exhibitionist wife

With a final, upward, ramming thrust of his hips the young husband came. Fred saw him go rigid, and at the base of the man's hard cock there was a little stretch of it that could be seen clearly through the glasses. Fascinatedly, he watched as it expanded and contracted rhythmically, pumping his semen splashingly into his wife's still sucking mouth; then he saw her throat, the muscles working as she swallowed, and unconsciously, Fred's hand went down to his own pulsing cock, his fingers fumbling with the zipper tab. In a moment he was hauling his hardened cock out of his fly, his hand gripping it tightly and moving it, and he was aware that the head of it was moist and hot.

Suddenly, he stopped! Why the hell should I…? Christ! I've got a hard-on that won't stop…! So, why don't I use it the right way? He'd do it! He'd go into the living room… and fuck his wife, Evelyn. Rip her clothes off… throw her down on the God damned rug… and fuck her half silly!

Stuffing his turgid, demanding prick back into his pants but not bothering to zip his fly, Fred Holden put the binocular on the desk as he went by on his way to the living room, thinking: I should've done it before this… instead of letting her ridicule me… accusing me of not being a real man! Impotent? Damn! Just wait until she sees this!

The living room was empty!

The TV set was still going, but Evelyn was not there!

"Evelyn…?"

No answer.

Swiftly, Fred Holden searched their apartment. She wasn't in the bedroom or the bath; however, he saw her purse on the dresser, so he knew that she couldn't have gone far. Just to make sure he went downstairs and checked the carport. Both their cars were there. Well hey! She must be off visiting somewhere in the apartments!

Fred was disappointed… and as he searched for his wife, of course, his erection began to subside, until in a few moments it was soft again. God damn! What a time for her to be running off somewhere!

He was outside already; the Southern California evening was balmy and pleasant. Aimlessly, he began to walk among the buildings of the apartment complex, telling himself that he was looking for Evelyn… but he found himself looking into windows with open drapes, hoping to see her… or someone else, like a shapely housewife, fetchingly naked, dashing across the room, forgetting that her windows were open to the world.

… And then, he was prowling along between the buildings searching for open windows of bedrooms, which were situated almost consistently to the rear of the apartments. Christ! he thought once. Am I turning into a real peeper? The thought caromed around inside his skull. It gave him momentary pause, as he remembered that there were laws about peeping. It was one thing to watch from the privacy of his own apartment… but out there in the dark, prowling around…? It's too damned risky! They'd put me in a cell… or send me to a shrink!

It scared him to think about it, now. Some crazy guy might think I'm a burglar… or something, and take a shot at me! He remembered having read of just that happening. It had been in the morning newspaper, just three days ago. Christ! He began making his way back to his own apartment.

Glancing at his wristwatch, when he gained the safety of their apartment, Fred saw that it was eleven-fifteen already. He snapped off the blaring TV set and made another hasty search of the rooms. Evelyn wasn't back yet.

In his office-study, he covered the adding machine and closed the ledger he had been working on, angry with himself that he hadn't gotten more of the work done. Restlessly, he looked out the window, down toward that young couple's bedroom, hoping that perhaps they had gone on to other things, after that luscious, little blonde thing had sucked-off her husband. He'd never know now, because the drapes had been closed; however, the light was still on. He could see the glow filtering through. "Damn! Just my luck!" he growled to himself. I suppose I might as well take my shower and get ready to go to bed…

Out of curiosity, he looked from their bedroom window. He'd never been able to see anything from there, before, but tonight as he looked down toward the ground floor apartment to the West, he gasped with surprise. Damn! Look at that!

There on the bed were three people: two women and a man! It's the Holloways! He knew them slightly, a nodding acquaintance… But, who the hell is that black-haired woman…? He looked more closely. She was on her knees and elbows, her soft, white buttocks-cheeks raised, undulating back against the hard shaft of Vince Holloway's plunging cock that ground deep into her vagina, lined sparsely with pubic hair as jet-black as that of her head… and her face was nuzzled down between the smooth, tapering thighs… the sun-bronzed thighs of Vince's wife, Thelma. Pendulant, below her torso, he saw full, pear-shaped breasts that swung prettily to and fro as she bucked back against his neighbor, fucking back, for all she was worth. He knew that she would be tall and willowy, if she were standing, which was exactly the way Evelyn looked. In fact, he had the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach… that it was his wife, Evelyn, but he couldn't see her face, hidden as it was down between the other woman's legs. It didn't take any imagination to know what she was doing with her mouth down there. Christ! He had to know for sure whether or not it was Evelyn in the Holloway's bedroom being fucked from the back like an alley cat, while at the same time she was eating that Amazon, Thelma Holloway, who lay on her back, thighs spread obscenely and thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. He had to know!

Stumblingly, Fred rushed into his office grabbed his field glasses and ran back into the bedroom, remembering to snap off the light, so that he would be in darkness, lessening the chance of anyone seeing him as he watched the scene below. God! He hoped that he was wrong…! But, God damn it… I ought to know my own wife's naked body… even without seeing her face!

He was already raging inside, as he raised the binocular to his eyes and focused on the threesome, fucking in the bedroom of the Holloway's apartment.

Her face was still hidden, but he swept his glasses over the black-haired woman's svelte figure. It was Evelyn all right! The God damned slut! He could clearly see Vince's cock, the shaft of it glistening dully with viscid moisture as it pounded in and out of Fred's wife's cunt. The son-of-a-bitch!

Then, he was concentrating on Thelma's loins, hoping that she would shift the position of her legs, or that Evelyn would raise her head for a moment. As he watched, his anger boiling over in him at being cuckolded, Thelma raised her thighs and pulled her knees back against the fullness of her large, melon-like breasts. He could see the white suntan line of her bikini tops as well as the bottoms… and now he could see Evelyn's face in profile, her finely chiseled features plainly recognizable. Her tiny, pink tongue was shooting out lickingly, concentrating directly on the palpitating clitoris of the other woman. All he could do, for the time being, was watch helplessly. He had already thought about it, discarding the idea as quickly as it had come… thought about going over there, himself and either drag his wife home… or join them. He knew that the first would cause an uproar and possibly bring on unnecessary violence. The alternate option didn't appeal to him either; Thelma Holloway was a beautiful woman, perfectly proportioned… but big. She was nearly six feet tall. That's why Fred Holden thought of her as an Amazon. Damn! I don't know whether I'd be able to make it with her! That idea, too was abandoned. He'd just wait until Evelyn came home; then, he'd do something…

Watching Vince slam his massive cock into Evelyn from behind, like a rutting boar, Fred's own prick came up, again, to painfully throbbing erection. Suddenly, he realized that he was watching the finale of the a trois sex act in the apartment below, for now the three were writhing in the throes of impending orgasm. Thelma's loins undulated up to Evelyn's mouth, where now Fred saw that her tongue was disappearing right into the pink cleft of the other woman's outsize cuntal opening.