David Crane: Peeping family

Robert was in for a big surprise.

Charles gasped at his wife.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Perfectly."

"The gardener?"

"He's a handsome young boy no doubt full of lovely cum."

Charles thought about it.

Charles had never watched his wife fuck someone else. The more he thought about it and the more he got used to the idea, the more exciting it became. He began to smile.

"Yes, darling," he said. "It will serve me right."

Meanwhile, Amanda sat crosslegged on the mattress, a pool of cunt juice spreading from her crotch, her nipples so stiff that they ached.

What sort of family have I got? she wondered.

How depraved can people be?

She didn't know. But seated there behind the magic glass, she knew that she was going to find out. She was eager for the sight.

Amanda heard Robert knock timidly on the door.

Charles looked at Laura, she nodded, that wicked look in her eye. Charles moved to the door and opened it.

Robert was standing there like an unhappy serf, cap in hand, shuffling his feet nervously about, feeling certain that they had called him for recrimination over the cum-filled panties and cursing the whim that had led him to such a depraved act.

Charles looked the lad over for a moment, not as a gardener, but as a lover for Laura. The boy was handsome enough, he thought. He wondered if he had a big prick. If he was going to have to watch his wife fuck another man, he hoped that at least he would have the pleasure of seeing a fat cock pumping into her pussy. That would make it more interesting, and he figured he might as well enjoy it. He rather hoped that she would enjoy it, too. He wanted to watch her come.

"Come in, dear boy," he said.

Robert crossed the threshold, head down, afraid to look anyone in the eye. He glanced around and saw no signs of the soaking panties that he dreaded might be exhibited as evidence.

Charles glanced at Laura, raising his eyebrows.

He was curious as to how she would go about seducing the young man, especially with him in the same room.

But clever Laura had already worked that out.

She said, "Robert, I want to ask your expert opinion."

Robert was bemused.

"Gee, I'm not expert on anything except gardening," he said.

"Precisely it's a matter of trimming a bush."

Robert began to relax.

His fears had been unfounded! He was filled with relief.

"Yes, Ma'am?" he said.

"My husband and I are not in agreement and we have decided to go along with whatever you say, Robert."

"What bush is it, Ma'am?" he asked. "This bush, Robert," said Laura.

And she lifted her skirt!

Robert's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped open. Laura's panties were tiny and sheer. He could see the outline of the bush in question and he could also see a few wisps of pussy hair curling out at either side of her crotch.

Robert shot a quick, fearful glance at Charles.

Charles nodded approvingly.

"My husband claims it's too bushy and needs to be trimmed," said Laura, "but I believe it to be quite attractive."

"I-I, gee, I…" Robert stammered.

"Can you see the outline clearly enough? Maybe I'd better take my panties off," Laura said.

She squirmed out of them.

"Come closer, Robert have a good, long look."

She had dropped her panties on the floor. Robert could not fail to notice that the crotchband was almost as creamy as those that he had shot his wad into. Laura's pussy had become very juicy while she was eating Bonny's cunt out.

And her cunt was still juicy.

Robert stared at her pussy mound. She tilted her belly up, letting him look right at her wet cunt. His expert opinion was that her bush needed no trimming at all but that it badly needed to be plowed. To his horror, his prick began to grow big and hard. He glanced at Charles again. But Charles looked on without malice. Robert began to see that he was in a very unusual situation.

"It looks perfect," he said. "I won't say that it needs any trimming, Mrs. Bradshaw."

She smiled.

"Thank you, Robert," she said.

He wondered if he was being dismissed.

But then she said, "It is a bit wild, though, I must admit. Do you think it should be brushed? And it is frightfully wet maybe I should have it drained or plumbed."

Dumfounded, the lad was speechless. Jumping like a bucking bronco, his prick thundered around in the front of his pants.

Laura smiled charmingly.

"Oh," she said, "I see you brought your tools with you."

She sat on the edge of the bed, her skirt still raised above her waist. She drew one knee up.

Robert looked at Charles again.

"I think, young man, that there is some gardening to be done," said Laura's husband.

Robert felt as if he were dreaming. A sense of unreality swept over him. Charles had sat down in a chair, his legs crossed, looking on with interest. Laura motioned to the lad.

He moved toward the bed as if in slow motion. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Certainly not with her husband right there. Could it be that she really wanted him to brush her pussy, nothing more? Was this some gardener's duty about which he knew nothing? She patted the bed beside her, and Robert sat down. She took his hand.

She drew it to her crotch.

Robert began to stroke her pussy hair.

"Ummmm that's nice," she sighed.

Her legs closed around his hand, then parted wide again. She took his wrist and moved his hand lower, onto her clit.

"Rub me, Robert, you lovely boy," she purred.

Robert hoed and raked with his fingers. He plowed along her open furrow. He shoveled his hand in. But this was no formal garden; it was a dark, wild forest surrounding a flooding stream. The more he tended it, the wilder it became. He sat beside her, leaning over as he watched his hand caress her and watched her pussy respond to his attentions.

Her cunt lips peeled back as if that hot box were trying to turn itself inside out. The darker, inner flesh was streaked with cream. Her clit was vibrant. She shuddered each time he touched that electric button.

She had thrown her head and shoulders back and was looking down at the boy from under lowered lashes. It had been a long time since Laura had had a boy this young and she was truly enjoying it. She loved the way his face looked, the disbelief first, then the awe and the pure passion. Seducing young boys was nice.

It was especially nice when her husband was sitting across the room, watching.

Charles' interest was evident.

He had uncrossed his legs and was leaning forward in the chair, staring with fascination.

His prick towered out from the folds of his bathrobe, so big that, as he leaned forward, his bloated knob almost brushed him under the chin. Charles might well have been sighting over his cock-knob as if it were a surveyors tool or a gunsight. A sheen of perspiration gleamed on his forehead and his tongue licked at the corner of his mouth. He was breathing hard.

Laura raised her gaze to Charles.

He smiled at her, letting her know that he was more than willing to go along with the game.

From time to time Robert also glanced towards the tolerant husband with a worried, questioning look. But it was all right; he could see that. Charles actually seemed to be enjoying this scene. Robert, naive lad that he was, could not for the life of him figure out why a man would let his wife be caressed by someone else. It was certainly apparent that Charles was not impotent, unable to do the job himself, because the man had a prick like an oak tree.

Well, thought Robert, rich folk are different from common folk, no doubt of that.

He fed three fingers up Laura's cunt slot.

Her talented pussy pulled on them.

She said, "Robert I want to take your cock out."

Robert groaned. He hadn't dared hope for that. He had supposed he would be expected to give her a hand-job, at the most. Now he realized that the possibilities were endless.