David Crane - Peeping family

He had been surprised when the two women, both young, sexy, juicy creatures, had gone into one of the bedrooms together. He had turned to the other room. The husbands were playing cards, talking and laughing and exchanging winks.

Arthur looked back to the other room. The two young women were making love together.

Lust had filled Arthur. He gulped his champagne, put his cigar down and produced his prick.

He began to jack off.

The girls stroked and petted and kissed for a while.

Then they began to suck each other off.

Arthur had never witnessed that before. His nose was pressed right up against the glass, his hot breath clouding the view. Then, just as the girls began to thrash about in ecstasy, the two husbands had entered the room.

Arthur expected them to be shocked.

Instead, they were delighted.

They stood at the foot of the bed, content to watch while their wives got on with it.

They had known! It had all been prearranged!

They, too, loved to watch!

Watching the watchers, Arthur was consumed by a passion greater than he had ever known before. He was as excited by seeing the excitement on the men's faces as he was by seeing those nimble tongues flashing up those juicy cunts.

He shot a wad against the glass.

His prick was hammering away, clamoring for more, even as he wiped the sticky load up. He came again.

By the time the girls had finished sucking each other off, Arthur had jerked off four times and was still hard.

Then their husbands joined the girls on the bed and Arthur was treated to the wondrous sight of a four-way cluster fuck, a coupling so complicated that he had difficulty telling what part belonged to what person. A man would have needed a map to figure it out.

Arthur whacked off twice more.

At long last, the four fuckers were finished. They turned out the lights and all slept together. Arthur staggered to his own bedroom. In bed, remembering what he had seen, he decided to give himself one more hand-job.

They found him in the morning, dead of a heart attack.

That was why the big house with the special closet came up for sale and why the Bradshaw family, knowing nothing about the mirrors, bought it and moved in.

Charles Bradshaw had been born with a bit of money and the instincts to make money. At forty years of age, he was able to spend more time on the golf course than in his office and figured that it was time to buy a country home. His wife, Laura, was in full agreement. Laura liked the idea of being a gracious country gentlewoman. She subscribed to Country Life magazine and bought a lot of tweedy clothing. They were a handsome couple. Charles was tall and lean and suntanned. He had a clipped, military-style mustache and dark hair, graying fashionably at the temples. He looked rather like a cavalry officer from the days of the British Empire.

Laura was thirty-six but looked younger. She was slender and willowy. She dieted constantly, eating mainly lettuce, in order to remain thin. She ate a lot of cock, too but there were not many calories in that.

Laura had long, dark hair and she wore it perfectly straight to below the shoulders, as straight as if she had ironed it. She had green eyes and a mouth so sensual that even nibbling on a lettuce leaf seemed an erotic act. Despite the slimness of her torso, her tits were large and she emphasized them by her posture, moving in a gently sway-backed way so that she came at a man tit-first. Her ass was a tightly packed valentine and her hips were mobile and pneumatic. Even in her tweedy country clothing, she was sexy and wearing a low-cut or tight-fitting dress, she was very sexy, indeed.

They were not an inhibited couple.

They had discovered that, and that they were well matched, on their first date, some sixteen years ago.

Charles had taken her to the theater and then to the dinner. When he drove her home she asked if he wanted to come in. She had her own apartment. No sooner were they inside the place than Laura proceeded to open his fly and pull his prick out. Charles was not inexperienced with women, and he was delighted at not having to go to the trouble of seducing her. He sat back to enjoy it. Laura stroked his cock up nice and hard and then went down on him. She showed a rare talent as a cocksucker and, within minutes, Charles was trembling violently.

He came in her mouth.

Laura, weight-conscious even then, delicately spat his spunk out into a lace handkerchief.

"Don't you like to swallow cum?" asked Charles.

"Oh, I love to," she said. "But I'm watching my figure."

The next day, Charles took her to see his doctor. They asked the man what the caloric content of cum was. The doctor, having never been asked that before, didn't know. He looked it up and, to Laura's delight, told them that there were only seventeen calories in the average load of semen. She thanked the doctor heartily. As soon as they left, the doctor found it necessary to call his receptionist in and fuck her on his desk. Laura and Charles went back to her place, where she proceeded to milk his cock and drink every precious drop.

She had never failed to swallow all his cum since that day.

They realized that they were a perfect couple and got married soon afterwards. They had a happy marriage. They did not commit adultery too often, mainly because they fucked so much that neither of them had much desire to play around. The odd time that one of them did slip up and fuck someone else, they were honest about it and admitted the transgression. It was all right. They were liberal and modern and found that a twinge of jealousy was inclined to spice up their sex life, rather than hinder it. They had a daughter.

Amanda was a teenager now. She looked like her mother but, not so weight-conscious, she was softer and had more curves. She was nubile and bouncy.

Amanda was a virgin.

But she saw no benefit in virginity and it was a condition that she intended to alter very soon. It was simply a matter of being with the right man at the right time and in the right place. She thought about it a lot, especially while she was playing with her pussy. She had no particular lover in mind. Any boy would do, as long as he was reasonably presentable and had a big prick.

Amanda had inherited her sexual inclinations from her parents.

She knew that her mother and father fucked a lot. She had often heard their bed squeaking away, and not just at night. They fucked in the morning and the afternoon, as well.

She had never seen them at it, however.

Not yet.

When they moved into the new house, Charles and Laura decided to take one of the upstairs bedrooms for themselves, rather than use the master bedroom in which Arthur Campbell had been found, cock in hand, stiff as a board.

Amanda took the other guest room.

The closet was between them.

They had brought the maid with them.

Bonny was twenty years old and had worked for the Campbells for just over a year. She was a blonde girl, her hair curly under her little maid's cap. Laura insisted that Bonny wear a traditional uniform, a short black dress and a white apron. The outfit suited the girl well. It was molded to her curves in a provocative way. She was cheerful and she bounced and squirmed a lot. She wore stockings and a garter belt, rather than one-piece tights. This was at Charles' insistence. He hated tights, claiming that they made a woman's crotch look like that of a sexless doll.

Often, as Bonny stopped or bent over for one of her maidly tasks, the hem of her short uniform drew up and her black garter straps and black lace panties could be seen. Whether or not this fact had anything to do with Charles' insistence on those garments or not is a matter of conjecture.

Bonny lived in the servant's room downstairs.