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This picks up from Part 2. To put everything into context I strongly suggest that you read these episodes in their numerical order, as I jump about a bit in chronology - it is difficult enough for me to remember how and when everything happened !
I got to the end of the letter, stood up from the computer and gazing out of the kitchen window, I drew the palm of my hand across the erection in my trousers. Anita had really opened up to me and evidently felt a bit vulnerable. I told myself that I probably needed to do the same, for a couple of reasons – we always got on better when neither of us thought that either held too much power over the other in the relationship; and I wanted to encourage the rediscovery of her sexuality. I have always really liked fucking her (or making love, according to the setting and our state of minds), and now it seems she was enjoying fucking me again, and I was really excited about finding out where it might lead us. I was intrigued that she thought that I might think of her as a slut. OK, she had admitted that she went along to watch a friend shoot a porn film, got a bit carried away, and tossed off the leading man into her friend’s mouth. Not a typical afternoon’s natter over a pot of tea, certainly, but nothing too sluttish in Anita’s own behaviour, surely ?! Well, this was another area for me to ponder. She had indeed been candid, but there were several items omitted from her list of her recent sexual adventure…
After our night at the hotel a few weeks ago I had been curious to find out more about how and why my wife had found her mojo so suddenly, to the extent that every Wednesday evening since then had ended with a mix of raw sex and some exquisite love-making between us. So, last Wednesday I made my excuses to my golfing mates (we had a routine of playing Monday, Wednesday and Fridays), and equipped with a local map, camera and binoculars, I laid in wait in the car park where Anita collected her car when she locked up the Charity shop. That afternoon I saw her and another woman, who I now surmised to be Zoe, chatting away as they made for Anita’s car. They got in and drove off. To cut a long story short I followed them, several cars behind, to a house several miles away, which I assumed to where the photographers lived. They pulled into the driveway and I drove passed. The detached house was secluded, in leafy woodland on edge of the village. I took the next left and found somewhere to park a couple of hundred metres along the lane. What to do next ? From the map of the area it appeared that there were woods to the back of the house, so armed with binoculars and a camera I made my way into the woodland.
A footpath took me to a hundred metres or so of the rear of the property and as quietly as I could I made my way through the bushes and undergrowth towards the fence at the bottom of their back garden. The house itself was not in view but I could just about make out its roof where there was a gap in the trees. Once I had reached the various walls, hedging and 8-foot fence, which marked the perimeter of the property, it was clear that the house and its rear garden was not overlooked by its nearest neighbour, which was over 50 metres away. It seemed like an ideal location for the privacy that alfresco sexual activity, including shooting amateur porn films, would require.
Taking care to keep quiet with my movements, as I could hear voices on the other side, I slowly and carefully I surveyed the fence and after 10 minutes or so found what I was looking for – a knothole. The fence had been there for many years and had aged and weathered sufficiently for the odd knothole to have fallen out. I peeked into the garden. Flowerbeds, ornamental bushes, lawn, garden furniture – all very normal. I could make out the edge of the conservatory, but little else. No-one was in sight, but their voices were audible. I found another knothole, and bingo ! There, just 20 metres or so in front me was a sight to behold !
Zoe, Anita and who was this ?! It looked like Jo, who was the wife of Wes, one of my golfing mates. What the hell was going on here ?! The three of them were standing on the patio talking to Beth, all of them in their high heels and white underwear – a mixture of bras, panties, thongs, suspenders and stockings. Zoe’s tits were on display in a delightfully minimal open-cupped bra and matching tiny thong. She was fiddling with her suspender belt, breasts wobbling and nipples hardening to the soft breeze. Jo was adjusting her slightly more modest, but totally sheer, bra and plumping her ample breasts with what looked like a nicely-trimmed bush under her matching sheer panties. Anita had one hand on hip and the other tending to some wayward strands of hair. She stood confidently, legs crossed, in a delicate lacy bra and thong combination that I had not seen before. They were all listening to Beth’s instructions.
“… so after last week’s photo shoot indoors, what Zoe would like this time is some video of you strolling around the garden, wiggling your bum, posing, front side, rear, bending over, you know the sort of thing the guys like, sitting on the chairs, crossing and uncrossing legs, and if you’re happy with the idea, lying back on the table. It’s entirely up to you what you want to do with any more undressing – whatever you’re comfortable with. Then, we’ll have the main event. So, who’s going first ?!”
Zoe led the way. It was obvious she had done this dozens of times before. Anita and Jo watched intently as, with Beth (cut-off denims and bikini top) scurrying after her, Zoe sashayed around expertly letting her hands explore her body, cupping her bosom and slowly drawing her hands away to fully reveal her beautifully proportioned tits. I recognised her now as a centrefold model I had unloaded my balls over many years ago. She no longer had the big hair but had definitely aged very well ! She sat on the table, leant back at touch and, lifting her legs together, slowly drew her panties down over her thighs and down to her ankles. Reclining further, she then opened her legs keeping her stiletto’d feet together. Beth zoomed in to the folds of her treasure and Zoe parted her lips with her fingers to gain a more intimate view. Anita gasped, and I saw her squirming as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Zoe rose and got down from the table. “There you go ladies”.
My eyes were glued to the knothole, body rigid, and my cock demanding release from my trousers. I felt like a furtive 15-year old ! I could see Anita and Jo look at each other and get to their feet. They then each put on a fancy glittery mask, which covered their eyes, forehead and nose. Then, holding hands, they began their sexy strut around the garden. Clearly, they were not as experienced as Zoe, and they giggled as they helped each other out of their bras. There was a lovely moment when they stood face to face caressing their own tits and then gently rubbed their nipples together. Anita’s were now standing out like bullets, and she and Jo strolled down the garden towards me. I held my breath as they were just a few meters away from the fence. I could almost touch their soft flesh. “If your husband could see you now !” whispered Jo. I thought I could detect a worried look on Anita’s face before a smirk took over and her confidence returned. My cock was now twitching in my boxer shorts. My God, this was erotic ! I had never been in such a voyeuristic position before – it was intoxicating.
The two ladies paused for a chat as Beth asked for a quick break to go over and talk to Zoe. Jo spoke first, “Remember the last time when we met, at that stuffy golf club do ? I think I made some misplaced saucy comment, which after your reaction, I immediately regretted. I wouldn’t have thought that we’d next meet like this !”. “Well, I’ve been ‘Zoe’d’. She seems to have unearthed some exhibitionist part of me that I never knew existed” I heard Anita reply. “I was very uptight six months ago. You know, work, family, the whole routine. Things are more relaxed now, and Zoe has come along at the right time and she’s opened the door to another world”. “What about your husband ?” ventured Jo. I held my breath awaiting my wife. She pondered for a moment, “God knows what he would say if he could see me now, half naked in a stranger’s back garden, just about to expose myself in front of a camera held by a woman I barely know, but I feel thoroughly by excited it, because of Zoe. The thought of all those fingers wrapped around stiff cocks out there, the other side of the camera… stiff because of me ! I know I’m not 25, none of us are, and we certainly don’t look young anymore, but Zoe has shown me the messages she gets from her fans, and she’s as old as we are, so I know that there are men out there who find the older lady desirable.” “Especially I would think, your husband !”. Anita gave a weak smile. “I do feel a bit strange at home now though, it’s like I know he’s always had a higher sex-drive than me, and I have tried to keep him satisfied over the years. But something took hold of me not so long ago, and the time was right, the place was right, and I jumped into the unknown.” “And ?”. “We had the best night ever, the sex, the intimacy. It was just wonderful.” She paused. “The only problem is that since then, when we are together, I can picture myself in that hotel room doing all those things, and I really am not sure about what he thinks about me now”. “Wow ! You’ll have to tell me what you got up to. “Wes and I have had issues too you know, and over the last few years he’s been worrying about not being able to keep up with me. We’ve had some very honest conversations about it, and we’ve done some outrageous things recently, involving other people, too. Some have been mistakes, but we’ve not really regretted anything that we’ve tried out. We’ve learnt about what works for each of us, and we are closer as a couple because of it. Anyway, as for you, well, you look fantastic ! And you shouldn’t worry. If he’s got any sense, your husband will cherish the change in you”.
As I heard this, I reflected upon a chat I’d had with Wes a few months ago, on the 15th fairway, I think it was. By the time we were walking down the 18th he was basically offering his wife to me. He’d been leading up to it for the previous couple of holes, about how they were looking to rekindle a spark in their sex-lives. I read between the lines, that her sex-drive was greater than his. He said that from what he’d heard he reckoned I was “not getting it at home” anymore, and had spotted my wandering eye, so thought perhaps I was playing away from home now and then. He thought that I may be able to help him and Jo out, and at the same time benefit from some decent sex myself. At the time, I tried to laugh it off whilst trying not to offend Wes. I didn’t know how or why Wes thought that my sex-life was non-existent, but by the time we had showered and changed, someone else entered the locker room. He passed to me a small piece of paper with a hand-written website address, saying “take a look, and let me know if you change your mind”.
The two ladies were summoned by Zoe and Beth, and they strode back to the table and synchronised their lying back, the removal of their thongs, and the spreading of their legs. Zoe beamed from her vantage point behind the camera. My own position did not favour the best angle, and my mind began to wonder about how to find out where Zoe posted her material online. I could not believe the apparent change in my wife. What had happened to the woman with the sniffy attitude to the dirty white van and it’s risqué graffiti ?
Zoe whispered something I couldn’t make out and Anita climbed down from the table, put on a robe and began to chat to Zoe. Zoe replaced Jo’s mask with a blindfold, and asked if she was comfortable. Jo lay back on the table and with her knees in the air, splayed apart. She shifted her stiletto’d feet even wider apart and stretched her arms out behind her head. There was some movement at the house and the ladies looked round. My eyes followed theirs and I gasped as I saw a naked black man stride confidently down the garden path, his limp penis, but still several inches long, slapping on either thigh as he went. I drew my eyes up his muscular body. I recognised that face – it was Wes !
Wes smiled at Zoe and Anita. Anita still had her mask in place. Did he recognise her ? West made no introduction but they smiled in greeting, and while he spoke to Zoe, my wife’s eyes made an appraisal of his legs, his cock, his torso, his cock, his arms, his cock, his face, and once more to be sure, his cock.
Wes sat down in one of the garden chairs and Zoe walked over to Jo. She was prone and exposed. Zoe and Beth approached Jo’s cunt, one armed with a vibrator, the other with a camera. Wes eased himself back in his chair and his right hand reached out towards his penis, which had just begun an involuntary gentle nodding motion. He glanced expressionless at Anita. My wife was rooted to the spot. She seemed to be at a cross-roads in her mind.
I didn’t know where to look. Jo’s bum started to squirm as Zoe slid the vibrator up, down and all around her vagina, with the tip teasing her clit. She gave out a low moan.
Glancing back, I saw my wife now standing to one side of Wes, and slowly pull away one side of her robe to reveal a bullet-nippled breast. Wes stared, licked his lips and shifted his legs apart and took his hand away from his cock, which was now pointing at the sky. Anita toyed with him by opening her robe fully for a full five seconds or so, thus exposing the other breast and below them her almost bald pussy. She stood motionless, legs apart. Wes’ eyes were all over her body before she closed her robe. His right hand returned to his penis and their eyes were locked into each other as he started a slow comfortable wank.
Beth was now zooming in on Zoe’s tongue, which was dancing all over Jo’s clitoris. Her body was jerking all over the place before giving in to her orgasm. This was the cue for Wes. He got up, cock in hand, and tearing his eyes from Anita’s strode over to the table. Zoe and Beth made way for Wes’ seven inches of thick cock and their eyes widened as he slowly eased himself into Jo’s gaping slit. She groaned once again, and Wes began with some slow deep thrusts accompanied by a low groan or two of his own.
Zoe and Anita moved around to behind the table. Zoe was clad only in heels, white stockings and suspenders. She adopted a striking pose, legs apart, cupping her breasts for Wes and fixing him with a smile. Anita followed suit, and let her robe fall from her shoulders and rolled her fingers around her nipples. She wore heels, and absolutely nothing else. I noticed that her landing strip had now been further shaved, very carefully, and was now a downward pointing arrow. She looked stunning – they both did. Wes continued grinding away at Jo’s cunt. His eyes surveying at first his wife’s tits, wobbling like a pair jellies, flattening themselves across her chest. Then he turned to her pussy as his cock thrust into it. As he pulled , his head lifted and he appraised Zoe and Anita’s static nudity. Beth stood behind him taking in the whole scene, Jo’s legs either side of the clenching of the glutes in Wes’ buttocks, with Anita and Zoe’s sexy provocations beyond the table. It didn’t take Wes long. He quickly got to the short strokes, and, letting out a low moan he arched his back and released his sperm into his wife. His whole body seemed to go into spasm and his face contorted like a porn actor from the 1980’s. Zoe and Anita clapped their hands in applause as Wes pulled his cock out from his wife's sopping cunt and returned to his chair, gasping for breath. Beth nimbly brought her camera back to the scene of the action and zoomed-in as Jo lifted herself onto her elbows, removed her blindfold, turned to Wes with “I thought it was you, babe. I’m so glad to have your spunk inside me again. Come over here and let me lick you.” Wes grinned, and presented his admirable shaft to Jo’s lips. She gently licked the remaining ooze from his glans and her mouth descended onto his waning shaft. She sucked him dry, and pulled away and lay back on the table once again. Wes returned to his seat. Jo then started to contract her vaginal muscles and Wes’s sperm began to flow out from her pussy. The camera followed a drop as it fell… onto Zoe’s lips ! Zoe had positioned herself under the table. She collected several drops, stood up and presented her face to the camera, and ran her tongue around her lips. “That’s all for now folks, hope you’ve enjoyed the show. Happy Wanking !”.
The cast and crew of the show gathered their bits and pieces and made for the house. I took this as my cue to leave my spyhole. My cock was twitching fit to bust but I wanted to save myself for Anita later on – hoping that she was going to be in the mood. Just as I was about to pull away from the fence I saw Paul appear from behind a wall. He must have been filming from a hidden vantage point – unbeknownst to at least Anita I suspected. I reflected he was filming from a hidden position probably to edit in some more voyeuristic shots into the film. He was however staring straight in my direction. Then, checking that everyone was in the house, he started walking over towards me. This was my second cue, to get out of there, and I hastened for my car. This voyeurism was all very well, but I decided that I needed to get over to the other side of the fence and have some of what Wes was enjoying.
As I returned from my reverie and watched the birds flitting around in the back garden an idea had formed in my mind of how I could possibly get to the other side of the fence...
I got to the end of the letter, stood up from the computer and gazing out of the kitchen window, I drew the palm of my hand across the erection in my trousers. Anita had really opened up to me and evidently felt a bit vulnerable. I told myself that I probably needed to do the same, for a couple of reasons – we always got on better when neither of us thought that either held too much power over the other in the relationship; and I wanted to encourage the rediscovery of her sexuality. I have always really liked fucking her (or making love, according to the setting and our state of minds), and now it seems she was enjoying fucking me again, and I was really excited about finding out where it might lead us. I was intrigued that she thought that I might think of her as a slut. OK, she had admitted that she went along to watch a friend shoot a porn film, got a bit carried away, and tossed off the leading man into her friend’s mouth. Not a typical afternoon’s natter over a pot of tea, certainly, but nothing too sluttish in Anita’s own behaviour, surely ?! Well, this was another area for me to ponder. She had indeed been candid, but there were several items omitted from her list of her recent sexual adventure…
After our night at the hotel a few weeks ago I had been curious to find out more about how and why my wife had found her mojo so suddenly, to the extent that every Wednesday evening since then had ended with a mix of raw sex and some exquisite love-making between us. So, last Wednesday I made my excuses to my golfing mates (we had a routine of playing Monday, Wednesday and Fridays), and equipped with a local map, camera and binoculars, I laid in wait in the car park where Anita collected her car when she locked up the Charity shop. That afternoon I saw her and another woman, who I now surmised to be Zoe, chatting away as they made for Anita’s car. They got in and drove off. To cut a long story short I followed them, several cars behind, to a house several miles away, which I assumed to where the photographers lived. They pulled into the driveway and I drove passed. The detached house was secluded, in leafy woodland on edge of the village. I took the next left and found somewhere to park a couple of hundred metres along the lane. What to do next ? From the map of the area it appeared that there were woods to the back of the house, so armed with binoculars and a camera I made my way into the woodland.
A footpath took me to a hundred metres or so of the rear of the property and as quietly as I could I made my way through the bushes and undergrowth towards the fence at the bottom of their back garden. The house itself was not in view but I could just about make out its roof where there was a gap in the trees. Once I had reached the various walls, hedging and 8-foot fence, which marked the perimeter of the property, it was clear that the house and its rear garden was not overlooked by its nearest neighbour, which was over 50 metres away. It seemed like an ideal location for the privacy that alfresco sexual activity, including shooting amateur porn films, would require.
Taking care to keep quiet with my movements, as I could hear voices on the other side, I slowly and carefully I surveyed the fence and after 10 minutes or so found what I was looking for – a knothole. The fence had been there for many years and had aged and weathered sufficiently for the odd knothole to have fallen out. I peeked into the garden. Flowerbeds, ornamental bushes, lawn, garden furniture – all very normal. I could make out the edge of the conservatory, but little else. No-one was in sight, but their voices were audible. I found another knothole, and bingo ! There, just 20 metres or so in front me was a sight to behold !
Zoe, Anita and who was this ?! It looked like Jo, who was the wife of Wes, one of my golfing mates. What the hell was going on here ?! The three of them were standing on the patio talking to Beth, all of them in their high heels and white underwear – a mixture of bras, panties, thongs, suspenders and stockings. Zoe’s tits were on display in a delightfully minimal open-cupped bra and matching tiny thong. She was fiddling with her suspender belt, breasts wobbling and nipples hardening to the soft breeze. Jo was adjusting her slightly more modest, but totally sheer, bra and plumping her ample breasts with what looked like a nicely-trimmed bush under her matching sheer panties. Anita had one hand on hip and the other tending to some wayward strands of hair. She stood confidently, legs crossed, in a delicate lacy bra and thong combination that I had not seen before. They were all listening to Beth’s instructions.
“… so after last week’s photo shoot indoors, what Zoe would like this time is some video of you strolling around the garden, wiggling your bum, posing, front side, rear, bending over, you know the sort of thing the guys like, sitting on the chairs, crossing and uncrossing legs, and if you’re happy with the idea, lying back on the table. It’s entirely up to you what you want to do with any more undressing – whatever you’re comfortable with. Then, we’ll have the main event. So, who’s going first ?!”
Zoe led the way. It was obvious she had done this dozens of times before. Anita and Jo watched intently as, with Beth (cut-off denims and bikini top) scurrying after her, Zoe sashayed around expertly letting her hands explore her body, cupping her bosom and slowly drawing her hands away to fully reveal her beautifully proportioned tits. I recognised her now as a centrefold model I had unloaded my balls over many years ago. She no longer had the big hair but had definitely aged very well ! She sat on the table, leant back at touch and, lifting her legs together, slowly drew her panties down over her thighs and down to her ankles. Reclining further, she then opened her legs keeping her stiletto’d feet together. Beth zoomed in to the folds of her treasure and Zoe parted her lips with her fingers to gain a more intimate view. Anita gasped, and I saw her squirming as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Zoe rose and got down from the table. “There you go ladies”.
My eyes were glued to the knothole, body rigid, and my cock demanding release from my trousers. I felt like a furtive 15-year old ! I could see Anita and Jo look at each other and get to their feet. They then each put on a fancy glittery mask, which covered their eyes, forehead and nose. Then, holding hands, they began their sexy strut around the garden. Clearly, they were not as experienced as Zoe, and they giggled as they helped each other out of their bras. There was a lovely moment when they stood face to face caressing their own tits and then gently rubbed their nipples together. Anita’s were now standing out like bullets, and she and Jo strolled down the garden towards me. I held my breath as they were just a few meters away from the fence. I could almost touch their soft flesh. “If your husband could see you now !” whispered Jo. I thought I could detect a worried look on Anita’s face before a smirk took over and her confidence returned. My cock was now twitching in my boxer shorts. My God, this was erotic ! I had never been in such a voyeuristic position before – it was intoxicating.
The two ladies paused for a chat as Beth asked for a quick break to go over and talk to Zoe. Jo spoke first, “Remember the last time when we met, at that stuffy golf club do ? I think I made some misplaced saucy comment, which after your reaction, I immediately regretted. I wouldn’t have thought that we’d next meet like this !”. “Well, I’ve been ‘Zoe’d’. She seems to have unearthed some exhibitionist part of me that I never knew existed” I heard Anita reply. “I was very uptight six months ago. You know, work, family, the whole routine. Things are more relaxed now, and Zoe has come along at the right time and she’s opened the door to another world”. “What about your husband ?” ventured Jo. I held my breath awaiting my wife. She pondered for a moment, “God knows what he would say if he could see me now, half naked in a stranger’s back garden, just about to expose myself in front of a camera held by a woman I barely know, but I feel thoroughly by excited it, because of Zoe. The thought of all those fingers wrapped around stiff cocks out there, the other side of the camera… stiff because of me ! I know I’m not 25, none of us are, and we certainly don’t look young anymore, but Zoe has shown me the messages she gets from her fans, and she’s as old as we are, so I know that there are men out there who find the older lady desirable.” “Especially I would think, your husband !”. Anita gave a weak smile. “I do feel a bit strange at home now though, it’s like I know he’s always had a higher sex-drive than me, and I have tried to keep him satisfied over the years. But something took hold of me not so long ago, and the time was right, the place was right, and I jumped into the unknown.” “And ?”. “We had the best night ever, the sex, the intimacy. It was just wonderful.” She paused. “The only problem is that since then, when we are together, I can picture myself in that hotel room doing all those things, and I really am not sure about what he thinks about me now”. “Wow ! You’ll have to tell me what you got up to. “Wes and I have had issues too you know, and over the last few years he’s been worrying about not being able to keep up with me. We’ve had some very honest conversations about it, and we’ve done some outrageous things recently, involving other people, too. Some have been mistakes, but we’ve not really regretted anything that we’ve tried out. We’ve learnt about what works for each of us, and we are closer as a couple because of it. Anyway, as for you, well, you look fantastic ! And you shouldn’t worry. If he’s got any sense, your husband will cherish the change in you”.
As I heard this, I reflected upon a chat I’d had with Wes a few months ago, on the 15th fairway, I think it was. By the time we were walking down the 18th he was basically offering his wife to me. He’d been leading up to it for the previous couple of holes, about how they were looking to rekindle a spark in their sex-lives. I read between the lines, that her sex-drive was greater than his. He said that from what he’d heard he reckoned I was “not getting it at home” anymore, and had spotted my wandering eye, so thought perhaps I was playing away from home now and then. He thought that I may be able to help him and Jo out, and at the same time benefit from some decent sex myself. At the time, I tried to laugh it off whilst trying not to offend Wes. I didn’t know how or why Wes thought that my sex-life was non-existent, but by the time we had showered and changed, someone else entered the locker room. He passed to me a small piece of paper with a hand-written website address, saying “take a look, and let me know if you change your mind”.
The two ladies were summoned by Zoe and Beth, and they strode back to the table and synchronised their lying back, the removal of their thongs, and the spreading of their legs. Zoe beamed from her vantage point behind the camera. My own position did not favour the best angle, and my mind began to wonder about how to find out where Zoe posted her material online. I could not believe the apparent change in my wife. What had happened to the woman with the sniffy attitude to the dirty white van and it’s risqué graffiti ?
Zoe whispered something I couldn’t make out and Anita climbed down from the table, put on a robe and began to chat to Zoe. Zoe replaced Jo’s mask with a blindfold, and asked if she was comfortable. Jo lay back on the table and with her knees in the air, splayed apart. She shifted her stiletto’d feet even wider apart and stretched her arms out behind her head. There was some movement at the house and the ladies looked round. My eyes followed theirs and I gasped as I saw a naked black man stride confidently down the garden path, his limp penis, but still several inches long, slapping on either thigh as he went. I drew my eyes up his muscular body. I recognised that face – it was Wes !
Wes smiled at Zoe and Anita. Anita still had her mask in place. Did he recognise her ? West made no introduction but they smiled in greeting, and while he spoke to Zoe, my wife’s eyes made an appraisal of his legs, his cock, his torso, his cock, his arms, his cock, his face, and once more to be sure, his cock.
Wes sat down in one of the garden chairs and Zoe walked over to Jo. She was prone and exposed. Zoe and Beth approached Jo’s cunt, one armed with a vibrator, the other with a camera. Wes eased himself back in his chair and his right hand reached out towards his penis, which had just begun an involuntary gentle nodding motion. He glanced expressionless at Anita. My wife was rooted to the spot. She seemed to be at a cross-roads in her mind.
I didn’t know where to look. Jo’s bum started to squirm as Zoe slid the vibrator up, down and all around her vagina, with the tip teasing her clit. She gave out a low moan.
Glancing back, I saw my wife now standing to one side of Wes, and slowly pull away one side of her robe to reveal a bullet-nippled breast. Wes stared, licked his lips and shifted his legs apart and took his hand away from his cock, which was now pointing at the sky. Anita toyed with him by opening her robe fully for a full five seconds or so, thus exposing the other breast and below them her almost bald pussy. She stood motionless, legs apart. Wes’ eyes were all over her body before she closed her robe. His right hand returned to his penis and their eyes were locked into each other as he started a slow comfortable wank.
Beth was now zooming in on Zoe’s tongue, which was dancing all over Jo’s clitoris. Her body was jerking all over the place before giving in to her orgasm. This was the cue for Wes. He got up, cock in hand, and tearing his eyes from Anita’s strode over to the table. Zoe and Beth made way for Wes’ seven inches of thick cock and their eyes widened as he slowly eased himself into Jo’s gaping slit. She groaned once again, and Wes began with some slow deep thrusts accompanied by a low groan or two of his own.
Zoe and Anita moved around to behind the table. Zoe was clad only in heels, white stockings and suspenders. She adopted a striking pose, legs apart, cupping her breasts for Wes and fixing him with a smile. Anita followed suit, and let her robe fall from her shoulders and rolled her fingers around her nipples. She wore heels, and absolutely nothing else. I noticed that her landing strip had now been further shaved, very carefully, and was now a downward pointing arrow. She looked stunning – they both did. Wes continued grinding away at Jo’s cunt. His eyes surveying at first his wife’s tits, wobbling like a pair jellies, flattening themselves across her chest. Then he turned to her pussy as his cock thrust into it. As he pulled , his head lifted and he appraised Zoe and Anita’s static nudity. Beth stood behind him taking in the whole scene, Jo’s legs either side of the clenching of the glutes in Wes’ buttocks, with Anita and Zoe’s sexy provocations beyond the table. It didn’t take Wes long. He quickly got to the short strokes, and, letting out a low moan he arched his back and released his sperm into his wife. His whole body seemed to go into spasm and his face contorted like a porn actor from the 1980’s. Zoe and Anita clapped their hands in applause as Wes pulled his cock out from his wife's sopping cunt and returned to his chair, gasping for breath. Beth nimbly brought her camera back to the scene of the action and zoomed-in as Jo lifted herself onto her elbows, removed her blindfold, turned to Wes with “I thought it was you, babe. I’m so glad to have your spunk inside me again. Come over here and let me lick you.” Wes grinned, and presented his admirable shaft to Jo’s lips. She gently licked the remaining ooze from his glans and her mouth descended onto his waning shaft. She sucked him dry, and pulled away and lay back on the table once again. Wes returned to his seat. Jo then started to contract her vaginal muscles and Wes’s sperm began to flow out from her pussy. The camera followed a drop as it fell… onto Zoe’s lips ! Zoe had positioned herself under the table. She collected several drops, stood up and presented her face to the camera, and ran her tongue around her lips. “That’s all for now folks, hope you’ve enjoyed the show. Happy Wanking !”.
The cast and crew of the show gathered their bits and pieces and made for the house. I took this as my cue to leave my spyhole. My cock was twitching fit to bust but I wanted to save myself for Anita later on – hoping that she was going to be in the mood. Just as I was about to pull away from the fence I saw Paul appear from behind a wall. He must have been filming from a hidden vantage point – unbeknownst to at least Anita I suspected. I reflected he was filming from a hidden position probably to edit in some more voyeuristic shots into the film. He was however staring straight in my direction. Then, checking that everyone was in the house, he started walking over towards me. This was my second cue, to get out of there, and I hastened for my car. This voyeurism was all very well, but I decided that I needed to get over to the other side of the fence and have some of what Wes was enjoying.
As I returned from my reverie and watched the birds flitting around in the back garden an idea had formed in my mind of how I could possibly get to the other side of the fence...
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